Prologue

"Oh Blaine...Harder." The boy underneath him pants out. Blaine leans down and starts to suck the skin on the young boy's neck, which in return he moans louder. Blaine keeps up a faster pace fucking him into the mattress.

"Fuck Fuck....Blaine I'm so close." His moans out loudly.

"Me too baby...oh god you feel so fucking good. You so fucking tight." Blaine starts to feel that all too familiar feeling in his stomach signaling that he too is about to cum.

Blaine took his hand and wrapped it around the boys cock and started to pump it really fast. All it took was 3 more strokes and they both here coming at the same time.

"Fuck you dreams." Blaine grumbled as he got out of bed with yet another hard on from the dream he's been having for a few days now. Blaine walked to the bathroom and look at himself in the mirror.

"Get it together Anderson, you can't be having sex dreams about your student." Beautiful, perfect, talented student.

Blaine started the shower and stepped in letting the hot water wash over him as he slowly moved his hands down his chest and he put his hands on his cock and started to stroke it, thinking of the beautiful boy that sits in the front row of his senior AP English class.

After the while the water was turning cold so Blaine got out and toweled himself dry. Wrapping the towel around his waist he made his way back into the bedroom to pick out an outfit to wear for the day. After some looking he finally picked a pair of black skinny jeans and a white button down shirt and a black vest.

Walking out the door Blaine looked at his watch telling him he still had a few minutes to go and get a coffee before he needed to be in class. Walking into the local coffee shop just a few blocks from his apartment he went in and order his normal, and was out of the door in record time.

Once at school, Blaine was waiting for his first period class to start. A few short minutes after the bell had run signaling the first warning his student slowly started to pile in. Blaine was at the white board writing something down when he turned his head just in time to see him walk into the door. Finishing with what he was writing Blaine turned around and went to sit as his desk waiting for the last minute stragglers to walk in.

Someone has approached his desk. He didn't even have to look up to know who it was.

"Good Morning Mr. Anderson." The boy breathed out.

"Good Morning Kurt."

And with that Kurt went to his normal seat and took his stuff out for the class. Blaine just sat there trying to remember how to breathe. Final bell ran and Blaine walked over to the door and closed it.

"Alright Class let's take out your book that I assigned last night and let's talk about what you read." Blaine walked back to his desk but this time plopped on the front of it with book in hand.

"Anyone want to start?" Blaine asked the classroom.

Scanning the room to see if there was any show of hands his eyes finally met Kurt's. He didn't notice earlier but the pants that boy was wearing looked like they were painted on. Blaine had to look away before there would be a problem, one that he wouldn't be able to take care of that this moment.

God this was going to be a long day. Blaine thought as he finally started the class discussion.