His first four periods were perfect. They stayed awake, took notes, listened, and answered every question he threw at them. When the bell rang for fifth period to start, he was completely relaxed getting everything he needed done, but as the clock ticked closer to his final class of the day he remembered why he dreaded sixth period. Every day it was something different.

Tuesday, he had stepped out for a minute to discuss meeting up with Ms. Fabray, the art teacher, and when he returned to his sixth period, he found himself taking a seat on a chair cushion covered in lube as the class watched a video on Mark Twain. He sent Blaine to the principal’s office and found himself paying one hell of a dry cleaning bill, vowing never to return to that dry cleaner ever again.

Wednesday, brought on no damage to his wardrobe but instead a little surprise in his top desk drawer. When he went searching for a red pen to grade a few papers while the kids worked on a poetry project he found a box of condoms with a little note attached:
“We still on for next week? ;)”
His eyes went wide as he stared at the note. He quickly gabbed the box and threw it in his bag, making sure the janitor who has been sneaking in his desk wouldn‘t see. When he looked up, face burning with anger and embarrassment, he saw a very smug Blaine Anderson, already making his way out the door to the principal’s office.

Thursday brought on a change.

When class began, Blaine was no where in sight. Kurt felt happy, but couldn’t deny the little twinge of disappointment at the fact that the beautiful boy was not there. His happiness peaked at the thought of not being harassed by the so called “bad boy”. The period went smoothly, no practical jokes, no lewd comments or suggestive looks, Kurt was about to declare this his best day yet, when right before the bell rang the nuisance of a boy strolled in. Kurt looked up from the papers he was grading on his desk to be met with the now familiar smirk.

“Where were you?” Kurt asked pulling off his reading glasses, setting them on the desk, standing and making his way to the boy near the door.
“I figured I’d skip my usual visit to the principal’s office by not showing up.” Blaine replied with a smug smile.
“So then why may I ask did you show up at all?” Kurt sneered with a questioning raise of his eyebrow.
The bell rang and yet no one was moving. Kurt looked around. Everyone was staring at Blaine, waiting for his reply.
“Class you are dismissed for the day.” He said sternly through gritted teeth.
The kids got up fast, as if they weren’t staring. They ran out of the room stealing final glances of their teacher and the school’s notorious bad boy. Blaine stood in the now empty classroom facing Kurt. His hazel eyes locked with the glossy blue ones across from him. He could see the anger, humiliation, and down right hatred in the man’s eyes, but there was a hint of something else. Lust.
Blaine smirked. He had Kurt right where he wanted him. He stepped closer to his teacher, almost completely closing the space between them. He leaned in right next to Kurt’s ear.
“I came to see my favorite teacher.” He whispered.
Kurt immediately pulled back and shivered. His thoughts were scattered, “Kiss him. NO HE’S YOUR STUDENT! Run. SMACK HIM! KISS HIM! NO!!!”
He pulled himself back to reality to be faced with a smug Blaine Anderson staring at him, as if he knew exactly what Kurt had been thinking. Before he knew it, Blaine moved past him, smacking his ass on his way out of the door.
“See ya tomorrow teach!” the boy yelled from down the hall.
Kurt hurried, packing his things violently and speeding home. He didn’t want anyone to see him half hard at the feeling of Blaine’s breath still ghosting over his ear. It was an extremely uncomfortable drive home, and walk up the stairs to his apartment. He fumbled with his keys a bit, before finally getting his door open, dropping his things to the floor and making a bee line for the bathroom to take a well needed cold shower. As he was cooling down the only relief he found was in the fact that tomorrow was Friday and he would have the weekend to recover from all of this weeks Blaine madness.

Friday was finally here. He made it through his first four periods as usual with no problems, but when fifth period rolled around he started to sweat.
“You can do this Kurt. Don’t let him get to you. He means nothing. Sure he’s good looking and NO! Stop that! He’s your student. Control yourself.” He attempted a pep talk.
The bell rang signaling the beginning of the class that was making him pull his hair out. He watched as his entire class filed in, with the exception of one Mr. Anderson. He let out the breath he didn’t realize he had been holding. He relaxed just slightly knowing he wasn’t in the clear yet. The boy had shown up late plenty of times before; what would stop him from doing the same today? As Kurt began the lesson, he started relaxing even more with every passing minute. The class was almost over, two minutes and then Kurt was home free. He would finally be able to curl up on his couch with a glass of wine and the new issue of Vogue and not see or hear about Blaine Anderson for the entire weekend.
As the final bell for the day rang, Kurt had to hold back a joyful squeal as he had no sign of Blaine showing up. Everyone was almost out the door, when one of his best students Tina Cohen-Chang came up to his desk. Tina was an incredibly intelligent girl, with straight A’s in all her classes as well as her perfect attendance. He was intrigued by why she would need anything from him.
“Mr. Hummel?” she asked in her timid voice.
“Hello Tina,” He smiled “Is there something I can help you with?”
“Oh no sir, I was just told to give you this.” She took out a folded piece of paper from her pocket and set it on his desk, walking out with a smile and a shy wave.
Kurt stared with narrow eyes at the paper as if it was some form of lethal weapon. He carefully picked it up and unfolded it revealing the familiar handwriting of his not so favorite student.

Hey babe,

Sorry I skipped class today. Something came up and I had someone to take care of. I can’t wait to spend the next two weeks with you. ;) See you on Monday.
Blaine

P.S. Try not to rub yourself raw thinking of me. ;)

Kurt could practically see the smirk on the boy’s face as he wrote the note.
He hunched over in his chair, elbows on the desk with his face in his hands.

“What am I going to do with this kid?” he thought out loud.