Blaine shut the classroom door and scooped Kurt into his arms. Kurt was mortified. How could his teacher treat him that way, as if he were a little kid. Sure, Kurt had a crush on his professor but that didn't mean he wanted to be treated like a girl. A weak girl, at that.

"I can walk to the nurse's office, Mr. Anderson."

He tried to not think about how warm Mr. Anderson was and how his chest was touching his side. His eyes met Mr. Anderson's and his already sizable erection tented his jeans in a clear outline. The yellow pants were normally skin-tight and boy did he regret that now. Lowering his eyes he focused on willing it away. His lips trembled as he bid his teacher to let him go.

He imagined his professor hushing him and then softly singing in the bright light of the sun. The glare was too much and he turned his face into his professor's chest. Nevertheless, he could smell that the air was alive with the smell of freshly mowed grass and ....raspberries. A humming and words he could not decipher was reaching his ears, calming the churning in his belly that lately had never seemed to abate. Mr. Anderson wasn't singing to him. It was just another one of his fantasies. The lilt to his voice and the way he cradled him felt so real.

The groaning of doors and the shuffling of feet were in Kurt's periphery. Forcing his eyes open he saw beige. He was on a couch, but it wasn't the nurse's. He had gone to see the nurse quite a few times since his body had begun to get all wonky and painful and knew for damn sure this wasn't it. Her couch was a foam padded table. Hearing footsteps heading his way he craned his neck towards the sound.

Mr. Anderson.

"I thought you had taken me to see the nurse. Where am I?" he demanded.

"My house."

Then he began to unbutton his green and blue stripped and starched shirt.

"What are you doing?" screeched Kurt.

"Saving your life."

"Mr. Anderson, you're in your 30's and I'm 16. This is wrong."

If Kurt could find a way to move his legs he would leave.

"You have a condition, Kurt. You need to be dominated. "

Mr. Anderson was in his briefs. White. He was surprisingly hairy. His pubes were dark and curly and Kurt couldn't stop staring.

"If you keep going like this your organs will fail and you will die."