Blaine sat in Principle Figgins office, clad in black trousers and clean cut blue button-up shirt. His legs were crossed and fingers tapping nervously on the wooden desk he sat in front of, before the door opened and a warm smile greeted him.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Anderson, I can't tell you how happy the school board is to have such a knowledgeably, charismatic teacher in our English Department." Principal Figgins beamed.

Blaine shot him back one of his heart warming smiles. "Well I'm very glad to be here, and honored to be chosen."

They discussed mostly the rules and outlook of Blaine's day at Mckinley. At one moment, Blaine was squirming relentlessly in his seat as Principal Figgins mentioned the prohibiting of teachers dating students, tugging at the collar of his neck as the room suddenly got warm around him.

After a tortuous background check and interview, Blaine was finally allowed to leave and discover his new classroom. He entered the large, English Classroom, blank chalkboard and everything. "This is it, my dream's coming true." He grins as he places his laptop and work bag over a large leather rolling chair and slid back into it, placing his feet up on the desk. His first class began in five minutes. He couldn't have been more excited.

Students started to file in and quickly fill up the large classroom, he introduced himself with the largest grin, addressing them and writing his name down on the board. Finally, he sat at his desk and started to take attendance.

"Amy?"

"Here."

"Ryan?"

"Here."

"Kurt-..."

Blaine paused as he read down the list of names, blinking down at a certain name third down on the attendance list, 'Kurt Hummel.' He swallowed thickly, looking around the classroom with wide eyes. Where was Kurt? Was he just seeing things or was he actually in his class? He had specifically chosen this specific class so he didn't have to be tortured with his blue eyed beauty batting his eyes at him. But obviously, something screwed up, and now he was screwed. He cleared his throat, stuttering at first but he called out again in his most trying calm voice. "K-Kurt? Kurt Hummel are you here?" The students looked around, shrugging and murmuring to each other. He sighed in relief, it was a mistake on the attendance list, thank god...

"I'm here."

Blaine's head snapped up from where he was continuing to read off, spotting, to his dismay, his pale, gorgeous as ever boyfriend standing in the doorway of the classroom. He was wearing a tight, white long sleeved shirt that showed off his muscles greatly, a corset atop of it that hugged just around his tiny waist, and black skinny jeans with laced up boots that hit his thighs. He cursed silently in his head. Fuck. "Um...I...um..." Get it together Blaine, you can't make it obvious you know him. "Kurt Hummel?"

Kurt grinned, a mischievous look on his face as he nodded slowly. "That's me, Mr Anderson." His response was a purr, an absolute sensual purr that made Blaine shiver and yet cringe at the same time.

"Please have a seat Mr Hummel, and please make sure you are not late to my class again or else I'll have to mark you absent." Nice and stern, keep it normal.

Kurt chuckled and gave a slight eye roll. "Yes, Sir." He saluted Blaine in a teasing way and strolled over to his desk, swaying his hips and giving Blaine a backwards glance.

Blaine was nothing more than completely infuriated with this kid. It was sabotage, and it wasn't fair. These were the moments when he really needed Kurt the most, and his teenage stubbornness got in the way.

Typical Kurt.

To Blaine's luck, though, the class went on fine, he ignored Kurt the whole time as the boy sat in the way front, making his eyes only focus on the students with questions and then back to the chalkboard as he gave simple lessons on dialogue and and tone in novels. The class was going great, smoothly, until he heard that familiar countertenor voice again.

"Mr. Anderson?"

Blaine huffed out a breath, turning around and daring to trail his eyes down to Kurt, keeping his face stone. "Yes?" And of course, the boy was nibbling on the edge of his pencil, giving his infamous 'heart eyes' to Blaine.

"How old are you?"

Goddamnit Kurt, is this really necessary?

Blaine cleared his throat again. "That's not a very appropriate question, Mr Hummel, now if you have anoth-."

"Why is it inappropriate? I'm sure a lot of us would like to get personal with you Mr. Anderson."

A small row of giggles could be heard from the back where a couple of Cheerios were smirking up at Blaine, one dark-haired one by the name of Santana murmuring a small. "Wanky."

"Mr. Hummel, that's enough." Blaine nearly growled, returning to his lesson.

Kurt continued to tease and poke at Blaine's buttons the rest of the class, spreading his legs wide and asking nearly a million questions about Blaine's life, humiliating him in front of the class. He couldn't help it, Blaine chose to go behind his back by accepting the job, and if he wanted to be a teacher, he'd have to deal with his boyfriend being one of his students. At one point, he continued to get up in the middle of class, bend over, and grab one of his pencils that he purposely dropped while giving Blaine a full look of his perky little ass in his tight jeans.

Blaine was not amused with Kurt's actions.

The bell rang for fourth period and the class strolled out of the classroom laughing and starting up conversations about the "gorgeous new teacher." Kurt was grabbing his satchel and sending Blaine a saucy look before heading towards the door.

"Mr Hummel."

Kurt stopped in his tracks, turning on his heels and raising an eyebrow at Blaine. "Yes, Mr Anderson?"

Blaine's face was beet red, infuriated. He waited a couple moments until the last student left them alone in the classroom, where he slumped against the chair and glared at Kurt. "What the hell was that?"

"Hmm, I have no idea what you are talking about..."

"Don't you dare play dumb with me, that whole class you were hinting."

"Hinting."

Blaine sighed frustratedly and rubbed his forehead. "Hinting, that you knew me, flirting with me, teasing me, are you trying to get me fired?"

Kurt stayed silent, before shrugging. "If I can't be with you, why should I let you treat me like one of your stupid students?"

Blaine stood up, glaring. "That's what it is? Really? You're upset because I have to treat you with a professional relationship when I'm in school? For god sakes Kurt you're being-"

"A baby? Well that's what you got Blaine! That's what happens when you date a boy in high school!"

Blaine's hand slammed over Kurt's mouth, hushing him quickly. "Are you crazy? What if someone heard you just now?"

Kurt gave an annoyed eyeroll, mumbling. "Whatever."

Blaine ripped his hand away and folded his arms. "Right, okay, lay over the desk."

Kurt frowned, "What?"

"I said lay over the desk on your stomach, or else I'm giving you saturday detention."

Kurt's eyes glazed over to the desk, raising a curious eyebrow. What the hell was Blaine doing?

"I said, lay over the desk." Blaine suddenly leaned forward and spanked Kurt roughly right square on the ass.