UGH this is so not fair!1 You know how I told you guys that I was able to convince my counselor to get me into first period World History because Blaine was the teacher? Well they just reassigned him =(((((((( I was going to be his star student. We were going to be friends and he and Kurt were going to come see me perform in my band. They were going to invite me to Kurt's next premier. But nooooo, the school had to go and make him a kindergarten teacher. KINDERgarten. Those kids don't even know who he iS. And the worst part? It's too late to get out of the class. I'm stuck learning stupid history from old Mr. Gonzales. #FML #fuckin KINDERGARTEN

I'm sorry you're so disappointed….but kindergarten teacher? Be still my heart. uwu

Are you really so stupid that you actually thought you'd become friends? #Lol teenagers

Did you take any pics of Blaine at school? We only got those blurry pap shots from the first day and I'm having wiiiiiithdraaaaaawls fandom I am disAPPOINTED

Why do you people care about Plain Anderson anyways? HE IS NOT FAMOUS! Your just trying to suck up to Kurt by pretending to like his poor choice in men

Have you seen Kurt at school yet? He must be there all the time, right? I bet they can't go a whole day without seeing each other. U_U #soulmates

Kindergarten! I bet he's a perfect kindergarten teacher. He's so kind and cute (and almost their height, I mean what?) I've got new fic ideas blooming, ladies! #stay tuned for the smut #I've been saving up

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October

"Okay, everyone, let's line up at the door. Does everyone have their buddy? I need to hear a yes or no. Use your voices, please."

Fifteen high-pitched variations of "yes" returned in almost perfect unison and Blaine swung the door open to usher his students out into the hall. A tiny black cat led the way, holding hands tightly with Spiderman, followed closely by a banker in a three-piece suit with matching briefcase and a princess who was inexplicably wearing a colorful jester's hat.

Halloween was in full swing at Carlisle Academy and the kindergarteners were going trick-or-treating.

They were off to visit the other classrooms to collect all the candy they could carry and then head to the gym for a showing of Its the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown on the giant movie screen that appeared like magic from the ceiling.

When Blaine had found out that there were Halloween themed dances at the school for the sixth grade and up, but nothing for the younger kids, he'd set about putting an event together for the grade school classes. He'd worked with other teachers to set up candy stations throughout the school and, with Kurt's help, had come up with some not-too-scary decorations (it helped to have a boyfriend with a horror tolerance of an eight year old as a sounding board) and fun theme food that several of the parents (or at least their housekeepers and personal chefs) helped out with.

"Mr. A, will they have chocolate peanut butter pumpkins?" the frog next to him lisped excitedly. "I like them even better than chocolate covered flies. Ribbit ribbit."

Blaine hooked a thumb around the strap of his Super Mario overalls and wiggled his upper lip to set his fake mustache swaying, causing the frog to giggle. "They'd better, or we'll say 'arrivederci!' and move onto the next stop."

There was crying at the second stop on their sugar gathering tour, when someone stepped on Parker's cape, leaving a dirty footprint on it and tearing it around the clasp at his neck. Blaine dried the tears with a handkerchief pulled from one of his handy overall pockets and helped him put his fake vampire teeth back in while one of the other teachers searched her desk for a safety pin.

A small fight broke out at the fourth stop, when Porsche ("My mom and dad named me after the place I was conceived!"), dressed as a fire fighter, and Siobhan, wearing a costume based on some recent animated movie Blaine only vaguely recognized, both reached for the last Kit Kat. Blaine made a quick swap with Dakota (the frog)—trading a peanut butter pumpkin for one of his Kit Kats—and separated the girls. He'd have preferred to help them learn some lesson about sharing, or learning to live with life's little disappointments, but since they were in the middle of a party he took the easy way out, handing them each one of the treasured candy bars as they went back to their separate corners. At least Siobhan hadn't screamed like she had the day she'd found someone else sitting in her usual spot in the morning. He still had nightmares about that scream.

By the tenth classroom, the plastic pumpkins and colorful sacks were sagging under the weight of all the plundered candy and it was time to head to the gym.

"Alright everyone, find your buddies again and let's head down to the movie!" Blaine watched as the kids bumped into each other comically in their efforts to find the other student they were assigned to walk with. He lifted his plastic wrench and counted out the pairs, which were twice as many as normal, since he was looking after both afternoon kindergarten classes. "Okay, how about a little traveling music? Let's show everyone how it's done!"

The kids started off down the hall, singing the theme song to The Addams Family at the top of their lungs. Blaine took up the rear, lifting his fingers high and snapping with gusto as they passed open classroom doors filled with the curious faces of older students.

Kindergarten ruled. Snap snap.

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It took Blaine and the other teachers less time than they'd expected to get the kids settled down for the movie and he was soon taking his seat along the back wall, where he could keep an eye out for any problems, but stay out of the way.

About halfway through the show, a ghost in a classic bed sheet costume who was holding a pillowcase that read "coal" in black letters on the side slipped into the room and took the seat beside him. Blaine nodded his head politely at the new arrival, looking them over carefully, wary of unfamiliar (and hidden) faces with all the children around.

"Trick-or-treat," the ghost whispered in his direction.

"I'm sorry, I don't have any…" Blaine got a glimpse of the eyes behind the holes in the sheet and gaped. "Kurt? Is that you?"

"Hmmm. I thought this costume was appropriate, given today's feature presentation." Kurt angled his shapeless head towards the picture flickering on the far wall, where Linus was busy explaining about the Great Pumpkin.

It was the first time Kurt had visited him at Carlisle since school had started. Given all the hubbub surrounding them over the summer, they'd decided that Blaine would settle in a little first and test the waters before introducing Kurt into the mix. Blaine still got asked, from time-to-time, when his famous boyfriend would be stopping by, but for the most part people seemed to have accepted that Kurt wasn't going to be hanging around.

Kurt settled back into his chair and casually crossed his legs. "How did the candy hunt go? Are the parents going to be cursing your name tonight as bedtime approaches for their hyped up little monsters…and cheerleaders, and Transformers, and—is that Freddie Kruger? Come one, is that really an appropriate costume for a six year old, because—" Blaine reached out to lightly cup a hand over Kurt's shoulder, snapping him out of his mini-rant.

"We trick-or-treated until we could trick-or-treat no more. The only things we left in our wake were empty bowls and the carrot sticks put out by Mrs. Albany." Blaine shook his head in dismay at the idea of healthy food on Halloween and laughed when Kurt did the same from under his sheet.

Blaine slid his hand down from Kurt's shoulder to his knee, rubbing it gently as he usually did when they watched movies on the couch at home. Out of the corner of his eye he caught Ms. Francoise, one of the second grade teachers and an unrepentant gossip, do a double-take, her attention zeroed in on his hand. She leaned over to the teacher beside her and whispered animatedly in her ear and Blaine wondered if she suspected it was Kurt in that costume or if she thought Blaine was getting up-close-and-personal with someone else. He sighed to himself and withdrew his hand. He'd have to clear things up with her before her speculations spread around the school or beyond.

Kurt leaned towards him slightly to whisper in his ear. "The kids are getting picked up right after the movie ends, right?"

"Yep." Blaine looked at the clock high up on the wall. "In half-an-hour."

"Excellent."

"I can hear the gears turning. What have you got planned, Mr. Hummel."

"Oh, nothing much." Kurt's shrug rippled the sheet, which Blaine recognized as part of the Martha Stewart set that Kurt had retired from rotation a few months before, deeming them too dated to even be used in the guest room. "It's just that I have the night off, so I was thinking we could go back to the apartment, have a nice, cozy dinner, maybe sit in front of the fire…"

Blaine shifted closer. "Go on."

"Well, there is this…" A pale hand slipped out from under the sheet to grasp the bottom edge and pull it up a few inches, exposing part of a bare leg. Kurt slid it higher and higher until Blaine caught sight of a tight pair of blue leggings that started about halfway up his thigh.

It looked suspiciously like the sexy policeman costume that had been part of a "rekindle your love" care package that Cooper had sent them after the tension of the summer. Kurt had blushed wildly when he'd seen the costume (and accompanying accessories!) and it had disappeared into the back of their closet, never to be seen again.

Until now.

Mamma mia!