What had his life become? How did he end up here of all places?

After graduation his goal was to never set foot on another high school campus for as long as he lived, but of course life always had this funny way of being against him. Because here he was dressed in a simple white button up, sleeves rolled to the crease of his elbow, slim black tie hanging a tad loose around his neck, his favorite dark skintight jeans, and the brand new Steve Madden boots he had acquired over the weekend, standing behind a desk with twenty pairs of eyes watching his worst student dance on top of a desk.

Kurt Hummel didn’t sign up for this.

He was an astounding kid who grew up in a small town in Ohio with dreams of making it to the big time. He was at the top of his class in high school and graduated with a 4.0 unweighted GPA. With his dreams of being a Broadway star, but wanting an education to fall back on Kurt only applied to New York colleges and was ecstatic when he received his acceptance letter to NYU. He graduated at the age of 22 at the top of his class once again. Kurt spent a good portion of his time after graduation going to audition after audition, but with the dog eat dog Broadway world, he still couldn’t land a role. He found a way to support his lifestyle by waiting tables at three different restaurants, using the money to pay of student loans, his rent, and of course his wardrobe, but Kurt Hummel wanted something better. He had a degree from a great school and was incredibly bright, so finding a better job was at the top of his list, but with the shitty economy and high unemployment rates, it was proving almost impossible. That was until he was at one of his jobs waiting on two men who were discussing the sudden death of one of their colleagues at a near by high school. Though he felt bad for their departed friend, he decided that this was an opportunity he wasn’t going to pass up. Kurt went in for an interview and walked out as the new English teacher.

His first day was the following Monday. The school year was already two weeks in and he hardly had time to plan his class accordingly. Monday came quickly, but he was sure he was ready.

His first three classes went swimmingly. The kids were responsive, took notes and even stayed awake during a reading from William Shakespeare’s Othello. His fourth class had a few sleepers, but were otherwise just as great as his first three. His fifth period of the day was his prep period. He took this time to go over his notes for tomorrow and his lesson plan for the rest of the week. His day was going be incredibly fast. Before he knew it the bell for his last class of the day rang and the kids started filing in. They were a bit rowdy from lunch, but weren’t being too disruptive. Once they were all seated and the final bell rang, he got up and was ready to teach.

“Good afternoon class.” He smiled at his students, “My name is Mr. Hummel and I’ll be your teacher for the rest of the year.
The kids were focused on him with bright smiles across their faces. His first day he had concluded was so close to being a complete success. He smiled at them and started writing their assignment on the board when all of a sudden his door swung open. He turned his head to the side only to be met with the smug grin from the boy in the doorway. He looked over the boy, taking in his worn out combat boots, incredibly tight black skinny jeans, a white v-neck that hugged all the right places, and a leather jacket that was a tad to big for him. The boy’s dark curls lightly gelled in place, tan skin, and piercing hazel eyes made Kurt gasp. He was beautiful, but god he wanted to smack that grin off his face.
The boy took a few steps in closing the door behind him. Kurt put down his dry erase marker and folded his arms across his chest, trade mark bitch glare in full force. The boy’s smirk grew wider as his eyes raked him up and down.

“Who the hell are you?” the boy smiled.
“Who am I? Who the hell is this kid and who on earth taught him how to be an asshole?” Kurt thought.
“I’m Mr. Hummel. I’m your new teacher. Who may I ask are you?” He snapped arms tightening around his chest.
“I take it the staff didn’t warn you about me huh?” The boy laughed.
“Who are you? I won’t ask you again.” Kurt was getting pissed.
“Allow me to introduce myself.” the boy said with a grin stretching ear to ear.

Next thing Kurt knew the boy had hopped up on the nearest empty desk and stripped off his jacket swinging it over his head. Before he could process what was happening another student had put on music and the boy was dancing.

“I’m Blaine Anderson.” He smirked, adding a wink.
All Kurt could do is stand their slack jawed while he tried to pull his brain back together. Who on earth did this kid think he was? Sure he good looking and had an overwhelming amount of confidence and Kurt really shouldn’t be thinking this way about a smart-ass student who has turned his amazing first day into a complete nightmare. He was snapped back into reality when cheers and catcalls erupted from the other students. He thought quickly.

“Mr. Anderson! Sit Down!”
When the boy failed to do what he was told, Kurt simply did the first thing that came to mind. He walked over to the empty desk, grabbed the boys hand and pulled him down.
“Whoa!” the boy laughed as he landed on his feet. “Babe if you want to touch me at least buy me dinner first!” He smirked.

“Sit down Mr. Anderson.” Kurt said through clenched teeth as he bit back the urge to curse and hit him.
“Whatever you say teach.” he said saluting to Kurt.
Fuming, Kurt rolled his eyes and went back to the white board.
“Well class you can all thank Mr. Anderson for the extra reading and quiz you will have tomorrow.” he said in a light hearted tone as he picked up the marker to write their new assignment on the board, while groans filled the room.
“These are the pages you will-” he stopped spotting a hand fly up turning to see Blaine’s hand up, “Yes Mr. Anderson?” His eyebrow rose question the boys motive.
“Could you turn around again? Your ass in those jeans is the best view this classroom has to offer.” Blaine quipped sending Kurt another wink.
Kurt was enraged. This boy was begging to be slapped in the face. With his hands balled in fits at his side and his teeth clenched he looked the boy straight in the eyes.
“Mr. Anderson, see me after class.”
Blaine opened his mouth, about to make another snide comment, but Kurt immediately cut him off starting his lecture for the day. He was about half way through when the bell finally rang. As everyone started to get up, Kurt saw Blaine moving in his desk.
“Mr. Anderson stay put.” Kurt demanded.
The rest of the kids fled as Blaine stayed seated, with his feet up on the desk and earphones in. When the classroom was completely empty Blaine silenced his music, got up and walked over to Kurt.

“Can we skip the talking and get straight to the part where I bend you over that desk and make you scream my name?” Blaine asked.
“Mr. Anderson,” Kurt said as a fake smile spread across his face, “I don’t take kindly to advances made by egotistical, self-centered, smart-asses like yourself. You will be serving two weeks of detention for your actions today, starting next week. Are we clear?” Kurt snapped.
“Sure!” Blaine said as a smile exploded onto his face as he started to leave the room. “You bring the condoms, I’ll bring the lube!” he shouted over his shoulder from down the hall.
Kurt shuffled his way to his desk, letting out a sigh as he slid into his chair. What was he going to do with this boy?