He knew he had a good ass, and he wasn’t the only one who thought so. Both guys and girls had checked it out; he’d seen it, but there was only one person he ever really wanted to check out his ass. He wanted nothing more for Mr. Anderson to notice him as more than just his student. He wanted him to fuck him against a chalkboard, over a desk; he just wanted to be fucked by him. Kurt Hummel just wanted Blaine Anderson, his history teacher.

Holding his books firmly in his hand Kurt walked into his history classroom, seeing Mr. Anderson, writing on the chalkboard. He felt his breath quicken and his pants tighten. Sitting down in the front, he shifted awkwardly in his seat. Mr. Anderson turned around, a soft smile on his face, “Kurt, you’re here early.”

Kurt just nodded, staring at him, “I enjoy spending time in here sir.”

“Is that right Mr. Hummel?” Mr. Anderson responded, sitting down in his desk chair.

He compiled papers together and pulled out a pen, starting to mark the papers on his desk. Kurt couldn’t help but steal glances up at the teacher, trying not to make it obvious. Mr. Anderson looked up Kurt, looking at him through his thick-rimmed glasses, “Can I help you Kurt?”

“I just uhm... I was just wondering, you uh, you’re not wearing a ring. You’re not married? Are you engaged or something? What’s she like?”

“That’s none of your business.”

Standing up, Kurt walked over to Mr. Anderson’s desk, resting his arms on the front of it, “And why not? I’m not going to tell.”

“Kurt, please. I’m trying to get your tests graded before class.”

Walking around the desk, Kurt swayed from side to side. He hopped up onto Mr. Anderson’s desk, crossing his right leg over left, “Come on. Please.”

“Off my desk.” Mr. Anderson said, marking the paper in front of him, not even taking a glance over at Kurt.

Kurt whimpered, hopping off the desk. He sat back in his seat and crossed his legs over each other, “You’ll miss my ass on that desk.”

“Kurt! Language.”

“Oh come on Mr. Anderson,” Kurt whined pouting, before he whispered under his breath, “I’ll be saying a whole lot more than that once you get a hold of me.”

“I’m sorry Kurt, but I’m going to have to detention.”

Kurt couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh, sitting in his chair, “Do you really want to give such a pretty face and ass detention?”

“What did I tell you about language Kurt? Do you really want another one?” He asked as he was writing on a piece of pink paper.

“Oh come on lighten up Mr. Anderson, all I said was ass. At least I didn’t say fuck. Oops, it just slipped.” Kurt giggled.

“Kurt Hummel! That’s two.”

Kurt just smirked, “You’re sure you want to give me detention? Because I’ll just ask Principal Figgins to give me detention with you and then you won’t be able to get rid of me.”

The teacher looked up at Kurt, blinking, “Kurt, please take this to Principal Figgins but be back in time for class.”

Kurt pursed his lips and stood up, taking the pink slip from Blaine Anderson’s hand. Their hands brushed together. Kurt gasped, staring down at his teacher, suddenly feeling as if a jolt of electricity had shot through him. Blaine’s eyes met Kurt’s, hazel and blue. Quickly, Blaine pulled his hand back, letting it fall back down to the papers on his desk as Kurt left his room.

When he was sure Kurt had left, he spun around in his chair, staring at the chalkboard, his breath deep and loud. He ran his hand through his hair, and took off his glasses, rubbing his eyes. What had just happened? Why did Blaine feel a jolt of electricity when he touched Kurt’s hand? Why was he thinking about Kurt in the first place?

He put his glasses back on and turned around to his desk once again, picking up his red pen. There was no way he had a crush on Kurt. That would be insane. He couldn’t have a crush on a student. That was illegal. But there was something about the way he felt when their hands touched. He wasn’t sure what it was, he really didn’t understand.

Yes, there was no doubt in his mind that Kurt was beautiful; he’d admit that, but out loud, never. No one at school knew he was gay. And for the moment, he had planned to keep it that way. He couldn’t let anyone know, especially his students. He knew how his students got bullied; he didn’t want to know what it would be like for a teacher. Yes, it would be different, because he was a teacher.

That was beside the point; he didn’t need to bring anyone else into it. He surely didn’t need to bring a student into it. He didn’t need to bring Kurt in. That was if he actually did have that crush on Kurt. Biting his bottom lip, he tried to focus back on their tests. He really did want to have them done by the time class started. Not a few moments later, Kurt entered the classroom again, a smile on his face, “Guess what Mr. Anderson?”

Blaine looked up at Kurt, his glasses falling over his nose, “What?”

“I’m spending detention with you this afternoon.” Kurt smirked.

“That’s wonderful Kurt. Please have a seat, class will start in a few moments.” Blaine responded without looking up at Kurt.

Spinning around in his chair, Blaine turned to face his file cabinet for a moment, opening it, as if he was looking for something. He was really trying to find a way out of it. Spending the entire afternoon with Kurt wasn’t going to help this supposed crush. As he turned around to face Kurt once again, he saw some of the other students entering the room. A loud sigh left his lips, finally.

Once all of the students were seated, Mr. Anderson stood up in front of the class, his usual smile on his face, “I trust you all have your essays for me.”

The students began rummaging through their bags, pulling out their essays. Kurt just sat still. He hadn’t finished it. Come to think of it, Kurt hadn’t even started it. The truth is, Kurt just wanted to spend more time with Mr. Anderson. He wanted to hear him yell, because it was hot, hot enough to get Kurt very much aroused. Who was Kurt kidding? Everything about Mr. Anderson turned him on.

Turning to face Kurt, Blaine Anderson raised his eyebrows, “And yours Kurt?”

“I didn’t do it.”

Blaine just sighed, “We’ll talk after class.”

Kurt smirked, proudly, shifting in his seat. Blaine started the class, writing on the board, explaining the lesson of the day, and occasionally checking over his shoulder to make sure his students were taking notes. Kurt bit his lip, shifting in his seat as his eyes were firmly planted on his teacher’s ass. He wasn’t taking notes; there was no way he could, especially when Blaine’s ass looked incredible in those pants.

As the bell for class rang, students began packing up their notebooks and pencils, trying to get out of the classroom as fast as they could. That wasn’t how Kurt Hummel saw it. Yes, Mr. Anderson had asked him to stay after, but he wanted to. He wanted to spend as much time with his teacher as possible. Kurt smiled up at Blaine, who had his arms across his chest, “Kurt, why didn’t you write your essay?”

“I didn’t know how.” Kurt stated, playing dumb.

“You know in order to stay on the Cheerios you have to get at least a B in this class right? At the moment you’re at a D. Coach Sylvester wouldn’t be very pleased with hearing this. I haven’t told anyone yet because I believe you can do better.”

Kurt just fidgeted in his chair, biting on his lip, occasionally looking up at him. He let his head fall, trying not to look into Mr. Anderson’s eyes, “I didn’t know what to pick and then I didn’t know how to do it.”

“You’re very smart Kurt, I know that. Because when you do actually do your work, it’s very good. You’re an excellent student, you just need to apply yourself.” Blaine said sitting down in the desk next to Kurt.

“I...”

“I’ll help you with this one, but you have to promise me that you’ll do your work. I don’t want to fail you.”

Kurt nodded, “Thank you Mr. Anderson.”

“We’ll start during detention this afternoon. Make sure you’re ready.”

Kurt nodded once again, standing up and slinging his bag over his shoulder. He was clutching tightly onto the strap of his back. Looking over his shoulder, he stole a look at Blaine, who was back at his desk once again, grading papers. Once he had reached his locker, he let out a loud sigh, mumbling to himself.

His best friend, Mercedes, leaning up against the lockers next to him, interrupted his inner monologue of mumbles, “What is wrong with you? Don’t tell me it’s that crazy crush again.”

“I can’t help it. He’s just so beautiful and smart and well, perfect.”

She raised her eyebrows, judging him, “Kurt, he’s a teacher, it’s illegal and you know that.”

“I just can’t stop thinking about him.”

Mercedes just shook her head, “You’re really a piece of work Kurt Hummel.”

Kurt rolled his eyes walking down the hallway. He sighed, his face flushing just at the thought of Mr. Anderson. How was he supposed to spend the entire afternoon with him working on an essay if he couldn’t even keep his cool for a mere five minutes? The rest of the day didn’t go over too well. He couldn’t concentrate on anything, his mind racing with thoughts of Mr. Anderson.

When the bell rang for the day, Kurt took a deep breath before he headed into the history classroom, knocking on the door, “Mr. Anderson?”

Blaine looked up at Kurt, a soft smile on his face, “Kurt, please come in and sit down.”

Kurt sat down, crossing his right leg over his left, trying as much as possible to hide his erection. He smiled up at Mr. Anderson who wheeled over to sit in front of Kurt’s desk, “Do you have any ideas about what you’d like to do for your essay?”

Shaking his head, Kurt leaned forward, staring into Blaine’s hazel eyes, getting lost, “I don’t know.”

Blaine’s lips parted slightly, his chest moving up and down, his heart beating fast, “You... you need to pick something you know.”

“I just don’t know where to...to start.” Kurt leaned closer to Blaine, breathing in his cologne, getting lost in the scent.

“You could...could start off with your favorite...era.”

“I enjoy the twenties.” Kurt whispered gazing deep into those hazel eyes.

Blaine hummed softly, “That’s always a... a good one, my favorite... I think you should...do that.”

Kurt’s chest began rising faster, his heart rate escalating as he was now a few centimeters from Blaine’s face. All it would take was for one of them to press their lips together. As much as Kurt wanted to kiss him, he was honestly afraid. He wasn’t sure what Blaine would do. For once, he was scared. It was now or never. Taking a deep breath, Kurt breathed in Blaine’s scent.

The explosion of blue, a color Blaine had always loved, was staring back at him. Those perfect lips, wanting to be kissed. They were plush, pink and just... just kissable. Taking a deep breath, Blaine sighed, softly, giving up. He couldn’t handle it anymore. He couldn’t take it.

Blaine took Kurt’s face in his hands and pressed his lips against his. Kurt hummed softly; flinching at the sudden contact before he let his eyes flutter closed as he kissed him back. Kurt found his fingers tangled in Blaine’s curly hair. Clinging onto his hair, Kurt pushed his tongue into Blaine’s mouth. Their tongues danced, exploring each other’s mouths.

Pulling away quickly, Blaine fell back into his chair, “No, we can’t do this Kurt.”

Kurt fidgeted in his chair, letting his head fall down to his hands that he was playing with, he sighed, “But you... you kissed me!”

“I know. I shouldn’t have. I’m sorry. It was irresponsible.”

“But I...”

“Kurt, stop. I’m your teacher.”

Blaine watched Kurt’s face soften as he looked away from his teacher, trying to catch his breath. Kurt’s lips quivered as he tried to keep from crying, “You can’t say you didn’t feel something!”

“Kurt, please, stop.”

“Tell me you didn’t feel something. Just say it Mr. Anderson! Say it to my face!” Kurt was desperate now, his voice cracking.

“Stop it, please. I don’t want to tell you something that isn’t true, but I don’t want you to expect anything from me.”

Kurt reached over, taking Blaine’s hand in his, holding onto it tightly, “Why not?”

“I can’t give you what you want.” Blaine responded, trying to pull his hand away from Kurt’s.

Turning away from Blaine, Kurt threw his leg over his other, “I’ll just go and uhm... I’ll have this paper for you after the weekend.”

As Kurt stood up, leaving the room, he felt his arm being pulled back into Blaine’s chest. He could feel Blaine’s hot breath on his neck, breathing deeply, “You still have detention with me tomorrow. Don’t forget. I expect an outline done.”

Blaine gently slid his hand down Kurt’s body before moving away from him and sitting back in his chair, rolling over to his desk. Kurt turned around, staring at his teacher, confused. What just happened? Sighing, he knew he had to get out of that classroom as fast as he could. Racing out, he slid down the wall, holding his bag close to his chest.

He felt his phone vibrate in his bag, pulling it out, seeing a text from Mercedes.

[4:45:24] Mercedes: Were we going to hang out or not?

[4:46:10] Kurt: I’ll be over in a bit. I just... I got caught up.

[4:49:15] Mercedes: Tell me you didn’t fuck him.

[4:51: 13] Kurt: No, I wanted to, but I didn’t.

[4:53:34] Mercedes: You’re giving me the juice when you get your ass over here white boy!