He graduated Dalton at 16 years old with an impressive amount of electives and advanced courses under his belt. It also helped that his father was fabulously wealthy, and hired Blaine many tutors and paid for private summer lectures so Blaine could graduate 2 years before everyone else.

Blaine was determined. He wanted to move to New York to teach after graduating college; thus getting his foot into the acting business of Broadway, and hopefully by the time he was 30 he would be married (legally!), with at least 2 Tony Awards.

This was his first semester teaching performing arts at NYU, and he wanted his first day to go perfectly. Blaine was only 20 years old, so he had a lot of pressure on him to do his absolute best if he was going to keep his job and impress the rest of the faculty.

On his downtime, he volunteered at the local theater a few blocks away from his lovely apartment, and helped produce musicals and plays.

It was 9 in the morning, and Blaine already has his coffee. He made sure his cardigan was smoothed out, hair perfectly coiffed, his bow tie straight and his glasses were sitting comfortably on the bridge of his nose.

Since this was an actor's beginner course, Blaine arranged the seats in the middle of the mirrored room in a circle so the students could face each other. He knew it was cliche, but he was going to make them become a family of sorts, so none of their acting talent would be held back.

He cleared the whiteboard and waited, fidgeting with some loose papers while a few students started filing in. He sat at his desk and smiled at the freshmen who looked noticeably tired, but a hint of excitement dawned their features. It was their first day of college, after all.

It was exactly 9:15, when class officially began, Blaine sat up and cleared his throat.

"Hello everybody, I am your instructor, Blaine Anderson, but you can call me Blaine-"

The door flew open, smacking the wall, causing Blaine to be cut off mid sentence. What he saw was two boys, lips attached and hands pulling at each other.

"See you later Kurt," the taller boy said with a cocky smile, turning to leave. The other named Kurt smacked him on the ass and said, "Yeah you will."

Blaine was rendered speechless while Kurt made his way to the remaining chair next to a girl with long dark hair, who gave him a knowing smile. Kurt grinned and then focused his attention to Blaine, who was standing, dumbfounded in front of the class.

Blaine had never seen such inappropriate conduct in a classroom setting in his life. Not only was Kurt fashionably late, but he was sticking his tongue down another boy's throat while doing so. Blaine couldn't tell if he found it intriguing, arousing or offensive.

Kurt raised his eyebrow at his new teacher, who cleared his throat once more.

"Anyway, I'm Blaine," he continued as if nothing had happened. "You don't need to call me Mr. Anderson, because this is an acting course, and also I'm barely older than any of you." Blaine chuckled.

"Oh?" Kurt's voice intruded. "How much older?"

"Erm, I'm 20," Blaine said sheepishly.

A few of the students nodded and smiled at this new information. Kurt leaned into the girl next to him and whispered in her ear. She started giggling behind her hand. This annoyed Blaine slightly, but he moved on.

"I am here to teach you the art of acting," Blaine began his speech that he had memorized the night before. "Acting is a pure art form, where you immerse yourself completely into a new character. Actors represent our culture in a raw way that moves people. You have to connect to your character, even if they are so unlike yourself, otherwise the audience will know that you are not genuine."

Blaine continued on in a reverent tone, and he could tell he was capturing the interest of the class, including Kurt.

Kurt was absolutely, breathtakingly gorgeous. Blaine tried to ignore his long, lean leg crossed over the other, his dazzling porcelain skin, his shining eyes under perfectly styled chestnut hair. Kurt's tongue would occasionally dart out between his pink lips during Blaine's speech. Even at one point his hand glided over his collarbone, rubbing slightly in random patterns. Blaine couldn't tell if it was meant for teasing, or an unconscious gesture. Either way, it was very... stirring.

Once Blaine was finished, he sat down at his desk, smoothing his growing erecting under his perfectly ironed black slacks. He was pretty sure he saved himself at the right time before anybody had noticed. He would have probably died out of embarrassment. He blamed the fact that it had been a very long time since the last time he was laid.

Blaine laced his fingers together and smiled widely at his new pupils.

"So now I'd like you all to break off into pairs, interview each other, and then introduce your partner to the rest of the class."

There was a murmur of excited voices and a shuffling of chairs as Blaine took attendance. He saw on his roster that the girl that Kurt paired himself with was named Rachel Berry. Kurt's last name was Hummel. Blaine poked his name with his pen, spattering little dots. Blaine fancied himself with a little fantasy thinking about how Hummel would sound great hyphenated with Anderson. Mr. and Mr. Hummel-Anderson. Blaine shook his head, he was being ridiculous.

Blaine stood up, straightening his cardigan again, uncapping a white board pen, then wrote down his email address for the students to copy in case they ever needed to contact him.

"Okay, is everybody ready?" He asked pleasantly.

The students mumbled affirmations. "Okay who would like to go first?"

Rachel's hand shot instantly in the air. Blaine nodded to her, and she and Kurt stood up.

"Alright. This is Kurt E. Hummel. We went to high school together in Lima Ohio, and we weren't accepted into NYADA despite being in a winning show choir. So here we are. We both want the same dream of being on Broadway."

"Nice to meet you two," Blaine said. He could tell that Rachel had the same ambitious dream as him, and by the look on Kurt's face, he was much similar.

Kurt pushed his hip out, placing his hand on it. Blaine couldn't help but stare at the fact his shirt was pulled tightly over his toned chest. "This is Rachel Berry, she pretty much said it all except for the fact that when we duet, birds sing, and that I'm very well endowed." Kurt winked and the rest of the class laughed uncomfortably. Blaine's eyes bugged out.

"Uh, er- anyone else?" Blaine's voice rose a little bit. He pulled his collar, because he suddenly felt scorching hot. What was wrong with him?

The rest of the class introduced themselves, and eventually the tense, formal academic atmosphere went away as the students got more comfortable learning about each other.

In no time, 10:45 rolled around, meaning that class was over. "I'll see you all tomorrow, don't forget to bring in a piece you can read that you relate to," he called to the retreating students.

Blaine turned to pack up his things when he felt a presence behind next to him. It was Kurt, leaning casually against his desk. Blaine swallowed, looking toward the door, where Rachel Berry stood, smirking.

"Mr. Hummel-er I mean, Kurt?" Blaine felt himself blush and hoped it wasn't noticeable.

"Well aren't you just adorable," Kurt cooed.

Blaine pressed on. "Did you need something? I need to plan for my next class."

"Yes," Kurt replied, his lips puckered out slightly. Blaine couldn't help but stare at them. "I was wondering if you would like to hang out with Rachel and I sometime."

Blaine's heart skipped a beat. "I.. I don't think that would be appropriate," Blaine answered, his voice wavering slightly.

Kurt shrugged. "Okay, whatever. But Friday night is 18 and over night at the gay nightclub, and you should come for a good time. Think about it."

Kurt sauntered away and Blaine drooled at Kurt's perfectly round ass. He couldn't help himself, his skin-tight jeans left little to the imagination.

"Looks like he likes what he sees," Kurt drawled to Rachel just loud enough for Blaine to hear. They both laughed as they left, and Blaine felt himself stirred again. He needed to go home and relieve himself.

As Blaine sweat in his sheets that night, pumping himself to orgasm, Blaine couldn't help but feel tempted on a Friday night outing with his student, because he never really had the chance before to be young and stupid.