”I expect all of your assignments in on Monday at the beginning of class,” Kurt’s voice rang around the room as he had his back to the class, erasing the board, listening to the sounds of binders zipping, desks moving as students stood, and the sound of thirty kids leaving the room in a rush to get out of the classroom, out of the school, for the weekend.

He sighed softly, setting the dry erase markers in a neat line on the lip of the board, the eraser following suit, before turning around to see him sitting in his desk still, taking his sweet time cleaning up.

“Mr. Anderson, come on now.” Kurt tutted quietly, rushing past him to his desk.

“Mr. Hummel,” Blaine said, his voice sounding like the most masculine whine Kurt had ever heard. “Mr. Hummel, you have been avoiding me all week. Not even looking at me unless I’m answering a question, which you’ve been ignoring me for as well.” The dark haired male stood and left his things on his desk, walking to Kurt’s long desk.

“Well… what… happened that night was wrong. It’s best if we just… forget about it.” Kurt explained, still avoiding Blaine’s eye as he looked down at a paper about last Tuesday’s lesson plan he’d scrawled out. Anything to look busy.

But Blaine, of course, wasn’t buying it. He put his finger under Kurt’s chin and lifted his head. Kurt slid away from his touch like it was a brand, and sat up straight. “Mr. Anderson-“

“You always called me Blaine before, too.”

“Mr. Anderson,” Kurt murmured softly, “I’m a teacher. I can lose my job. I can go to prison. This simply cannot continue.”

Blaine put his hands on the desk and leaned forwards. “What if I promise not to tell anyone your name? I won’t even say I’m taken. I’m a good actor, you said so yourself when I got lead in the play.”

Kurt’s face went red.

“No, Blaine.” He shook his head. “Please. I’ve got… I’ve got a staff meeting.” He offered, crossing his arms.

It felt nice to get home, to have his whole studio apartment to just… relax. He flopped onto his couch, the cat coming to curl in under his armpit.
“Oh, Benji, what am I going to do?” He whispered to the cat, who simply closed it’s eyes and purred itself to sleep in response.

“…Yeah, you’re helpful.” He muttered. He pushed off the bed, and walked to the bathroom, stripping himself down and turning on the shower. He discarded his clothes into a neat, folded pile and set them into the dirty clothes hamper, and stepped under the water, letting it wash off the day’s grime.

Unfortunately, it couldn’t wash off the shame and confusion he had from a week ago. None of his showers ever did.

He could remember that evening in perfect clarity. It was right after the second last showing of the play, and he’d been in the audience. He figured he could watch the students preform and then head over to his classroom and do the last of his marking. But Blaine had been wonderful, and he’d stuck around the stage after the audience had cleared out to congratulate him.

“You acted splendidly,” Kurt offered, giving him a handshake.

“Thanks, Mr. Hummel!” Blaine had absolutely lit up.

“I used to act when I was in high school. If you ever need to run lines, my door is always open.” Kurt had promised before walking towards his classroom, intent on getting that marking done.

It was about ten minutes later when Blaine strolled in, making sure to ‘accidentally’ push the door closed behind him, and he’d sat on the edge of Kurt’s desk. “Mr. Hummel, that thing about running lines? I want to be perfect for tomorrow. It’s the final show, you know?”

Kurt nodded, “Okay. Where’s your script? We can run a few.” He could finish his marking in his prep period tomorrow.

“Thing is is… it’s not… the lines that I need help with.”

“The blocking?”

“Well…” Blaine shrugged, and shifted a little closer. “It’s… you know the scene where I lean in and Aubrey and I are supposed to kiss? I always feel-“

“No. Nononono.” Kurt’s face got all red, and he looked down at his papers. “I can’t… I cannot give you tips on kissing girls.”

“well. What about general tips, then?”

Kurt looked up at him, “This conversation makes me uncomfortable.” He explained, clearing his throat.

Blaine bit his bottom lip. “Please, Mr. Hummel?”

Kurt mulled it over for a moment. “Okay. Well. To make it look real… put her hand behind her head, make it look like she can’t possibly get any closer to you. Tilt your head in the other direction that she tilts. Don’t… let it get sloppy, no one likes that.” He offered, tapping his fingers on his desk.

Blaine, who really wasn’t sitting that far from Kurt, had leaned in and put his hand behind Kurt’s head, “Like that?”
He wasn’t an idiot. He knew how to kiss.

Kurt’s face when bright red, “Uhm. Yes. That’s… about the right place.”

And then before Kurt could push his hand off, Blaine pulled him in for a kiss, meeting him halfway. Tilting his head. Doing everything Kurt had told him.

When Kurt pushed him away, he opened his mouth to yell at him, but Blaine spoke first. “Like that?” His cheeks were red, and his eyes were bright.
And he looked so damn proud.

Kurt had cleared his throat, said yes and quickly dismissed him. 

Blaine had obviously known how to kiss, because that kiss… well, aside from the fact that it was his student, it had riled him up.

Even now, the memory of it, it got him hard.

He leaned against the wall of his shower, water beating his back, the temperature turning his skin red. And his hand made its way down to his length. Began stroking.
God, he was disgusting. Here he was, in his shower, jerking off to the memory, the idea, of kissing a student. In his classroom. After hours.
He bit his bottom lip as his hand worked himself a little faster, a little harder.

He could feel the tingle of Blaine’s lips on his, so soft and warm. The way he kissed, like he’d done it a hundred times before but it had never been quite right until now.
The way Kurt had wanted, so badly, to run his tongue over those lips and taste them.

“Uhg… fuck,” He whispered, mouth forming the shape of an ‘o’ as he worked himself to his climax, releasing onto his own stomach in a sticky mess.

This would have felt so much… better… if he’d been with someone else.

He washed himself off, feeling… miserable and alone.

And then he dressed into his pyjamas and sat on his couch, staring unseeingly into the TV. 

“Alright, see you guys tomorrow.” Kurt offered, walking to his desk as the students filed out.
And like usual, Blaine was the last one in line.

“Mr. Anderson, I need to talk to you about your assignment.” He threw out before Blaine had gotten out the door.

Blaine walked over, face sullen… like it had been all class. Kurt shook his head, looking down at the assignment which, at least from the front page, was done amazingly well. “This is all wrong. I’d be glad to help you after school.” He grabbed a piece of paper, scrawled his address and handed it to Blaine. Under the address was a note:

I changed my mind.
My place at six.

Blaine lit up. “Sure thing Mr. Hummel. See you later.” He offered before bouncing out the door.