I glance down at my watch and see I only have ten minutes to get to my new home, William McKinley High School. I've heard a few bad things about this school and the pay isn't as good as Dalton. Surely it can't be as bad as everyone says it is.

As I pull into the parking lot of McKinley my eyes drag along all the pupils and buildings surrounding them, racking in every detail. I can see kids throwing others into dumpsters and just general bullying that I have never really witnessed, at Dalton Academy they had a zero tolerance for bullying policy. I couldn't quite believe what I was seeing. Teachers just walking past kids terrorising other kids and not batting an eyelid.

I close my eyes for a fraction of a second and let out a deep sigh, as I climb out of my car and head towards the staff room. My mind is so preoccupied dodging rowdy teenagers in the hallway and thinking of that beautiful man I almost scolded to death that I'm not really paying attention to where I'm walking as I bombard into the staff room. Walking straight into a tall, slender, brown haired man with beautifully pale skin and eyes like a million stars are shining in, in, holy shit! It's the guy from the coffee shop, seems my luck may be changing!

'Woah, I have only just changed my shirt after you ruined the last one. Can we at least wait until the afternoon!' He says sidestepping me and heading towards the coffee machine in the corner of the room that looks like it has seen better days. He looks back at me and smiles through his adorable long black lashes.

I let out a slight chuckle and walk towards him.'Sorry about that.' I say rubbing my neck 'I'm Blaine Anderson' I tell him offering him my hand.

Kurt Hummel he says as he accepts my hand shaking it lightly but still firm. I linger holding his hand because god, they are the softest thing I have ever felt in my life! Without thinking I run my thumb softly over his knuckle.

A small smile graces his face. 'May I?!' he gestures towards our lingering hands as I let go straight away realising I was practically feeling him up! I feel the prickly heat of my blush creep up my neck and dance across the side of my face.

I look down shuffling my feet feeling slightly bashful and embarrassed.

'So you're new here I see, what brings you to this hell hole?' He grins as he points to his surroundings.

'It can't be that bad!' I say with a chuckle. 'Music and Spanish to be precise.' I say beaming up at him.

'Ah, I'm the French teacher to be precise' He smiles at me. 'Well I better get to my class before they all decide to throw a party thinking I'm not here!'

With a smile he disappears.

I find myself staring at the now empty space where he was stood and feeling a sudden pang in my chest.
I'm not to sure what this feeling is but I kind of miss him. How can you miss someone you have just met?!

I reach into my pocket, retrieve my phone and type out a quick text.

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As I'm setting my cup down on my desk a sharp buzz shocks me out of my thoughts.

ONE NEW MESSAGE:

07976586116: When's your lunch?

I look down quizzically at the text wondering who the hell it could be when another vibration tingles through my fingers.

07976586116: It's Blaine Anderson by the way.

Oh, makes sense now. As I save his number to my contacts my phone goes off again.

B: I have just realised how creepy this is.
Your friend who works at the Coffee shop gave me your number.

B: Actually, she kind of demanded I have it.

B: Seriously tho', she took my phone. She's kind of crazy!

K: Crazy is an understatement.
1pm, See you at lunch stalker!
(:

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'How was your morning?' Kurt asked as I pulled the chair out next to him and laid my lunch on the table.

'Hideous. The kids here are reluctant, rude and just..'

'Little shits?' Kurt offers me with knowing eyes and a warm smile.I make a noise that is somewhere between a grumble and chuckle as I slump my face into my hand.

'How am I meant to teach them Spanish if they can't even speak English?!' I ask him and he just laughs and sighs.

'It wont get better trust me' he says with a sad smile.

'I hope it does, I have my first class with the Glee Club today and if they are anything like the rest of the school then I'm fucked.' I say dryly, praying for a miracle.

'I'm sure you will be pleasantly surprised.' Kurt tells me with a warm smile, like he knows something that I don't.

I could quite gladly stare into his smiling face and beautifully blue eyes all day.

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This is hopeless I say rolling my eyes as the class just stare at me.

'Quel est le probl�me avec vous tous? Je parlais couramment � votre �ge!'
What is wrong with you? I was fluent at your age!

How the hell can they not understand what I am saying, I've been teaching these kids for 3 years!

'Je parie que vous ne savez m�me pas comment dire bonjour en fran�ais! Etes-vous tous vraiment inconscients de ce que je dis! Oubliez �a.'
I bet you do not even know how to say hello in French! Are you all really unaware of what I say!

Forget it.

They're not even paying attention to me now. 'HELLO! We are still in class and you are still supposed to be learning.' I say sighing as the class wind me up further and carry on with their own conversations for a second time.

'QUIET, NOW.' I shout. 'Vous perturbateurs, les jeunes rebelles. N'avez-vous pas propre savon!'
You disruptive, rebellious youth. Do you not own soap!

I spit, slamming my book on the desk. I open my mouth to further my rant when there's a knock on the door. I whip my head in the direction of the opening door to see Principal Sylvester, who signals me to step outside.

'Kurt it seems one of the students in your class thought it would be a brilliant idea to lock the curly mop top in the janitors closet.'

'The curly mop top being?'

'The new Spanish teacher who wears the gel helmet.'

'Ahh Mr. Anderson.' I say trying to hold onto my chuckle threatening to escape from my pursed lips.

'Bring Henrick to my office now.'

I walk back into the class.

'Sean, Principal's office, now.' I state.

'What? Why?' He asks feigning innocence.

'Sean, now!'

'Would you care to tell me why we found Mr. Anderson in the janitor's closet Mr. Henrick?' asks Sue.

'Maybe he was looking for a step ladder.'

'Hilarious' I say rolling my eyes and folding my arms over my chest.

'Two weeks detention. I applaud your hummer but not your personal hygiene. Now get the hell out of my office.' Sue Sylvester, never changed, never will.

As I walk out of the office I whip my phone out of my pants and and send a quick text, smirking to myself.

K: I heard you came out of the closet?

B: HAR HAR.