Blaine was eight years old when he first ever got into trouble for something. It hadn’t entirely been his fault but his parents had reprimanded him anyway.

A boy in his class had teased Blaine, saying that he was a girl and Blaine had had enough. He had shoved the boy in an attempt to prove his manliness, even at the age of eight. Looking back, it probably wasn’t the smartest move since it had not only landed him in detention but his parents had also grounded him for a week. Usually, that wouldn’t have been a big deal for Blaine but that same weekend was the birthday party of a girl named Felicity and everyone had been invited.

Blaine had been the only boy in the class not to attend and since then, he had made a habit of not doing anything wrong.

Somewhere in the back of Blaine’s mind, he knew, knew that kissing Kurt – kissing a student was very, very wrong – but at that very moment, he couldn’t think of the reasons as to why.

From the very first moment Blaine had laid eyes on Kurt, he had been attracted. From the very first moment Kurt had spoken, Blaine had been enticed. As they began to talk more, in class, out of class, at bookstores and coffee shops, Blaine realised that there was the possibility that he was falling in love with a student.

It was ridiculous, of course. Blaine was a professional. He was the youngest person ever to teach at Dalton and he had put a lot of effort into being the best teacher he could be.

It was funny how all of that didn’t seem to matter when Kurt was pressed up against him, kissing him back with equal fervour.

Kissing Kurt was exactly how Blaine imagined it would be. Kurt was a little bit taller than he was and though that wasn’t hard, it didn’t feel like there was much distance between them at all.

Kurt’s hand was curled in his hair, fingers splayed against the back of his neck and Blaine couldn’t resist resting his hands on Kurt’s hips, something he had thought about doing more than he cared to admit.

Eventually, the kiss broke and Blaine felt light headed. He licked his lips and he took in Kurt’s slightly dazed look and flushed cheeks but the happy smile on his lips won Blaine over.

Blaine gently stroked Kurt’s cheek with his thumb, his mind screaming at him to step away from the other boy, that this was illegal, immoral and that he could damn well lose his job and end up in jail if he did it again.

“I…” Blaine started, glancing at Kurt once again.

All train of thought halted and he pressed his lips to Kurt’s once more, unable to stop himself. The second kiss was much more heated. Blaine held Kurt as close as he could, fearing that if he let go, it would turn out to be a dream and he couldn’t deal with that right now.

The pressure of Kurt’s lips moving against his own, Kurt’s tongue in his mouth and Kurt’s hand in his hair kept Blaine firmly in his little fantasy. He didn’t want it to end. Kurt tasted like heaven and Blaine wasn’t going to give it up in that moment for anything.

Kurt made a little noise that went straight to Blaine’s stomach and he found himself feeling eager to get Kurt to make it again.

“No,” Blaine whispered, breaking the kiss. “We can’t do this.”

“Huh?”

Blaine pressed his forehead against Kurt’s own for a brief moment. “This is wrong, Kurt. I’m your teacher.”

“I’m legal,” Kurt replied breathily. “I turned eighteen at the start of July. This is perfectly legal.”

“If I wasn’t your teacher, it would be,” Blaine said softly, trying not to gaze at Kurt’s pink lips again. “But I am, so this is very, very illegal.”

“I won’t tell if you won’t,” Kurt whispered.

Blaine bit his lip. “You have no idea how tempting that is.”

“Believe me, I do,” Kurt replied. “You have no idea how long I have wanted to do this. No idea.”

“Oh, I have some,” Blaine said, pressing another quick kiss to Kurt’s lips. “But we can’t. We really can’t.”

“Then why do you keep kissing me?” Kurt asked softly.

Blaine was stumped. For all intents and purposes, he knew how utterly wrong it was. He shouldn’t have invited Kurt into his apartment. He shouldn’t have invited Kurt to stay longer and he definitely shouldn’t have kissed Kurt but he couldn’t stop himself. It seemed that Kurt at least returned his feelings somewhat or they wouldn’t keep kissing.

“Your lips clearly have me under a spell,” Blaine whispered, brushing his lips against Kurt’s once more.

“Oh, really?” Kurt asked in a bemused voice. “My lips have you under a spell?”

“Mmhmm,” Blaine replied with a nod.

Kurt smiled and kissed him again. The kiss was softer and less rushed than the first ones had been. The tenderness of it made Blaine’s stomach flip and he wound his arms around Kurt’s middle, keeping him close. Kurt’s lips were soft under his own and Blaine wished that they had met under different circumstances.

Kurt was everything that Blaine wanted in a boyfriend. He was intelligent, he was funny, they had so much in common and Blaine knew that despite it all, they needed to stop what they were doing.

“Kurt, we need to stop,” Blaine said. “We do.”

“I know,” Kurt replied, pulling back.

Blaine gently stroked Kurt’s cheek once with his thumb before letting his hand drop to his side. “I wish you were a little older or at least out of school… We can’t do this though. It was a mistake and…”

“But you like me,” Kurt interrupted. “If that kiss is anything to go by you really like me. Why can’t we do this?”

“It’s illegal,” Blaine replied. “Not to mention immoral and what if someone finds out? I’ll end up in jail.”

Kurt bit his lip and stepped back a little. “No, you’re right,” he said. “I’m so stupid. I’m sorry… I’ll just go.”

Blaine opened his mouth to protest but snapped it shut and nodded instead. “Can I trust your discretion on this?” he asked.

Kurt nodded. “Of course,” he replied. “No one will find out.”

Blaine watched as Kurt left his apartment and he slumped against the kitchen counter, putting his head in his hands. He couldn’t believe how stupid he had been, kissing Kurt like he had. It was completely out of line, not to mention it was a very risky move. Kurt could have reacted badly and even though he kissed back, he was still the impressionable one in the situation.

Blaine sighed loudly and poured the remainder of his now cold coffee down the sink. He needed to clear his head for a while and stop thinking of how perfect Kurt’s lips were against his own.

The next day was particularly hard for Blaine. He felt a little distracted in all of his lessons and he knew why. He tried to focus on what he was saying to his students but with every minute it became closer and closer to the last lesson of the day: his senior AP English class.

As the bell sounded to signal the start of the last period of the day, Blaine found himself wishing that the lesson would go faster than it had ever before. He gathered everyone’s papers from an essay he had set at the beginning of the week before and he walked around the room, putting them on the assigned desks before his students started to filter in.

Blaine finished handing out the papers and perched on the edge of his desk, watching the class.

“Overall,” he started. “Your papers were good. I still think there are some aspects we need to go over as a class so everyone has a better grasp of the material.”

There were a few murmurs and Blaine carried on with the lesson as planned.

He almost let out a sigh of relief when the bell sounded at the end of the fifty minutes and he dismissed the students. He turned to the whiteboard and started erasing the notes he had written on there during the period. He was almost finished when he felt a presence behind him. Without even turning around, he knew that it was Kurt. There was no one else in this class that ever stayed behind to talk to him.

“Mr Anderson?”

Blaine turned around, trying to push any romantic thoughts to the back of his mind. “Kurt,” he said. “What can I do for you?”

“I just wanted to give you your book back.”

Blaine looked at the offered book, seeing that it was his well-worn copy of Little Women. “You read it already?” he asked, unable to stop himself.

“Yeah,” Kurt replied with a nod. “I had nothing to do last night and I really enjoyed it.”

Blaine forced back the smile that wanted to cross his face. “I’m glad you did.”

They fell silent and Blaine could just about see the tension between them. He wanted nothing more than to reach across and pull Kurt in for a hug, or a kiss but he couldn’t. He wanted to smooth away the frown that was on Kurt’s face and he wanted to be the reason that Kurt smiled but all his wants were useless. He could want Kurt as much as he did but he couldn’t act on it.

“Mr Anderson,” Kurt started softly. “I think we need to talk.”

“There’s nothing to talk about,” Blaine replied quietly. “Kurt, please.”

“Mr Anderson…” Kurt paused. “Blaine. I think there is.”

Blaine swallowed thickly and stood up, moving to close the door to the classroom. “Kurt, we’ve talked about this. We can’t have anything other than that kiss.”

“But I want to,” Kurt replied. “I’ve thought about this a lot and I want this. I want you.”

Blaine shook his head. “Kurt, we can’t. It was one kiss and that’s all it ever will be.”

Kurt bit his lip and nodded. “Okay,” he replied. “Fine… Yeah, okay.”

Even as he watched Kurt nod and fumble his way through his words, Blaine felt his entire being ache to be closer to Kurt. He knew there were so many risks involved and there was so much that they could both lose from this but his mind screamed ‘damn it all’ and he reached out and pulled Kurt closer and crashed his lips against Kurt’s own.

Kurt tensed for a brief second before relaxing completely. Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt’s middle, keeping him close.

In the back of his mind, he knew that anyone could walk into the classroom and catch them – it was a school, after all but Blaine couldn’t bring himself to care. He all but melted when Kurt’s tongue brushed ever so slightly against his own, slow and hesitant. Blaine moved a hand to gently cup Kurt’s cheek, kissing him for a few long moments before pulling back.

Blaine took in Kurt’s flushed cheeks and he smiled, thumb slowly stroking Kurt’s cheek. Blaine pressed another kiss to Kurt’s lips before putting a little bit of distance between them. He perched on the edge of his desk and took Kurt’s hand in his own for a brief moment.

“This is really risky,” he said in a whisper.

“I know,” Kurt replied, catching his gaze. “I won’t do anything to jeopardise this.”

Blaine nodded. “I know,” he said. “We need to be careful. Really careful.”

Kurt took a step close, resting his hand on top of Blaine’s thigh, and he squeezed softly. “I will. I promise.”

“We can’t do anything here on campus,” Blaine added, placing his hand next to Kurt’s, inching their fingers closer together. “There are so many risks, Kurt.”

“I’m aware of the risks,” Kurt breathed. “Please, Blaine.”

Blaine bit his lip and nodded, tangling their fingers together. “This is crazy. I can’t believe I’m even doing this.”

“…Do you not want to?” Kurt asked hesitantly.

“I do,” Blaine replied immediately. “I really do but this isn’t exactly how I pictured my first year of teaching going.” He took a breath and took his hand back from Kurt’s to take his glasses off and clean them on a tissue. “Kurt… I… I don’t want to screw this up.”

“We won’t,” Kurt said assuredly. “We’ll be careful. And… well… Curfew isn’t until ten thirty.”

With that, Kurt gave Blaine a lingering look and left the room.

Blaine swallowed thickly and slipped his glasses back onto his face. He let out a shaky breath and tried to calm himself down. While his whole life had just turned upside down, he needed to at least give off an air of calmness. He couldn’t risk any student or staff member finding out about them.

He couldn’t really believe that he had just initiated another kiss with Kurt. He knew he was stupid sometimes but this really had to take the cake.

“You’d think, being a boarding school, that there would be better food than this,” Sally said one afternoon as she and Blaine headed to the cafeteria during their lunch break.

Blaine laughed and shook his head. “I think, because we’re teachers, we’re meant to bring our own food. Besides, I’ve seen worse.”

Sally crinkled her nose a little and Blaine paid for their lunches, moving to sit at a table as far away from the students as possible. From where they sat, Blaine could see Kurt clearly and their gazes locked. Kurt gave him a brief smile and turned back to his friends.

Blaine licked his lips and focused his attention on Sally again.

“We should go out,” Sally said as she opened her milk.

“Where to?” Blaine asked, taking a bite of his hamburger.

“We could go bowling,” Sally replied. “You, me, Wes and a blind date for you…”

Blaine stopped chewing and flicked his gaze back towards Kurt who had his attention on his friends as they ate their lunch.

“A blind date?” he asked, swallowing his bite. “Uh…”

“C’mon, Blaine,” Sally said with an encouraging smile. “He’s an old friend from college; I think you’ll really like him.”

“Umm,” Blaine blinked, setting down his burger. “I… Sally, not that I don’t appreciate it but I don’t need it.”

“Blaine, you can’t seriously tell me you enjoy being alone at night time?” Sally quipped. “I’ve been teaching for six years now and it can get a little… stressful. It’s nice to have someone there to relieve the tension.”

Blaine’s nose scrunched automatically. “I did not need to know that about you and Wes,” he said.

Sally smiled. “What can I say? He’s great at relieving tension.”

Blaine blanched and sipped at his soda, shaking his head at his colleague. “If I agree, will you stop talking about it?”

“Yes,” Sally replied smugly.

“Fine,” Blaine said, immediately feeling guilty. “I… I’m kind of seeing someone, though.”

“You are?” Sally asked, interestedly. “Who is he and why am I just finding out about this? How did you meet, is he cute? Do I approve?”

“Whoa, slow down,” Blaine said as he picked his burger back up again. “He’s definitely cute, you might approve and I’m only telling you now because it only just happened.” He took a bite of his lunch, trying to think of ways to dodge Sally’s questions but keep her interest satisfied at the same time. “And no, you can’t meet him, it’s too new.”

Sally pouted at him and Blaine just shook his head.

“That’s all you’re getting,” Blaine added.

“Well…” Sally paused, smiling brightly at Blaine. “You could bring him along bowling with us.”

“Fat chance,” Blaine replied, continuing to eat his lunch.

At that moment, a couple of students walked passed them and one of them almost fell over his own feet as he looked at Sally. Both Sally and Blaine ignored it – Sally was used to the attention by now and Blaine couldn’t get over how obvious some of the boys at the school were in their staring.

They finished their lunch and decided to take a walk around the campus grounds. Sally tried to get more information out of Blaine on who was the apparent mystery guy Blaine was seeing but he remained tight-lipped over it.

He couldn’t risk anyone finding out about he and Kurt lest something happen to break them up. Blaine knew it was incredibly dangerous for them to be together at all but his feelings for Kurt were unlike any he had ever had before.

The bell signalled to end their lunch period and Blaine walked back into the building with Sally before they went their separate ways.

As Blaine reached his classroom, his phone vibrated in his pocket. He pulled it out to see a text message from “K”, the only way he could have Kurt as a contact in his phone, and he read it.

The cafeteria has atrocious food. Let me cook for you tonight? x

Blaine smiled and quickly sent back a reply telling Kurt to meet him at his apartment later that evening. He slipped his phone back into the pocket of his slacks and tried to keep the grin off his face as he prepared for his next lesson.

When Blaine got home from work that evening, he loosened his tie and kicked off his shoes upon entering his apartment. He headed to his bedroom to change into something a little more comfortable when the doorbell rang.

He answered it to see Kurt standing there, a shy, somewhat hesitant smile on his lips and two paper bags in his arms.

“Hi,” Blaine said, letting Kurt in. “What’s all this?”

“Food,” Kurt replied. “I wasn’t sure what you had so I took a little shopping trip to prepare for dinner.”

Blaine smiled and led Kurt to the kitchen so he could unload. “So, what are we having?”

“I thought I could cook us a vegetarian quiche,” Kurt said. “Is that okay?”

“It’s fine,” Blaine replied with a nod. “Should I leave you to it, or would you like a hand?”

“You can help me grate the cheese, if you don’t mind?”

“Sure,” Blaine said, pulling out the grater.

They chatted about their week as they worked and every now and then, Kurt stopped to ask Blaine where something was in the kitchen before they would keep working.

Mostly, Blaine watched as Kurt pottered around, working with perfect touches, indicating that he had clearly done this before. Blaine wondered what other things Kurt could cook and he found himself eager to get Kurt to tell him so they could spend more moments like this.

He knew it wasn’t the norm for a new relationship to be like theirs but they didn’t really have much of a choice. They couldn’t go out in public and be together in case a staff member, student or one of the students’ parents saw them but Blaine found that he didn’t mind. Especially when it meant that he and Kurt got to cook together.

While the quiche was cooking, Blaine pulled Kurt close and wrapped his arms around his waist.

Kurt’s gaze flicked to Blaine’s lips and Blaine smiled briefly before kissing him gently. Kurt immediately relaxed into Blaine’s arms, kissing him slowly. It had been a few days since they had been able to be close, much to Blaine’s chagrin, but it was good to finally be in each other’s arms again.

Kurt’s lips were soft against his own and Blaine held Kurt a little tighter, trying to keep the moment as long as possible.

Eventually, the kiss broke and Kurt let out a small, happy sound that Blaine loved. He cupped Kurt’s cheek and pressed their lips together once more.

“You know, I like that you’re taller than me,” Blaine said.

Kurt raised an eyebrow at him and shook his head.

“What?” Blaine asked innocently. “It’s nice to be able to reach up and kiss you.”

“I’m not that much taller than you,” Kurt pointed out. It was true, it was barely even three inches of difference between them but it was still nice to be able to look up at Kurt like he was right then.

Blaine pressed another kiss to Kurt’s lips, enjoying the way they felt against his own. He loved the little sighs that Kurt made when they were kissing and he found himself constantly trying to get Kurt to make them again. He gently stroked Kurt’s cheek before pulling back completely.

“I should set the table,” Blaine said.

“You should,” Kurt replied with a nod. “Do you mind if I raid your DVD collection?”

“No, go ahead,” Blaine said. “Everything is in the cabinet, alphabetised. Pick whatever you want and we can watch it.”

Dinner was soon ready and Kurt served it to them and they sat down together at Blaine’s small kitchen table. Blaine smiled at Kurt and rubbed his foot against Kurt’s under the table, watching as he flushed slightly. It was amazing how Kurt responded to things, Blaine mused. He blushed like a school girl at times but others, he was just so forward with what he wanted. It was always surprising for Blaine to see.

“You’re a really good cook,” Blaine commented as they ate. “Who taught you?”

“I used to bake with my mom before she died,” Kurt said. “I just like to cook. It’s soothing.”

Blaine smiled, reaching across the table to take Kurt’s hand. “You’re amazing.”

Kurt flushed heavily. “Thanks,” he said, looking down at his food.

After dinner, Blaine told Kurt to leave the dishes and that he would see to them later. They curled up on the couch together, Kurt tucked snugly into Blaine’s side, their feet resting together on an ottoman as they watched Singing in the Rain.

An hour into the movie, Blaine shifted a little, bringing Kurt a little closer to him. Kurt looked up and adjusted himself against Blaine’s chest. He shifted once more and Blaine brought his hand up to cup Kurt’s face, gently guiding him closer so he could kiss him. Kurt let out a soft noise of appreciation and Blaine felt it go straight to his stomach. He moaned softly, tilting his head a little so he could kiss Kurt a little better.

Kurt gently sucked on Blaine’s lower lip and Blaine pulled Kurt flush against his body, one hand going to Kurt’s back to support him as he moved them to lie down on the couch together. Kurt’s hand fisted in his hair, keeping him close and Blaine squeezed Kurt’s hip in response.

Never had kissing another person before been so amazing for Blaine. Kurt was so responsive and he knew how to kiss so well. The little nips to Blaine’s bottom lip drove him wild and the noises just about tipped Blaine over the edge. He didn’t even mind that they were missing out on his favourite part of the movie.

“Shit,” Kurt said a while later, breaking their heated kissing session.

“What?” Blaine asked, removing his hand from up the back of Kurt’s top.

“I have to go.”

“Already?” Blaine looked over at the clock, seeing that it was getting late. “Crap, I didn’t realise that was the time.”

“Me either,” Kurt said, shifting from underneath Blaine.

Blaine sighed, a slight frown on his lips as he stood and helped Kurt off the couch as well. He straightened himself and ran a hand through his curls while Kurt pulled his shoes on.

“I’ll try and come see you this weekend,” Kurt said. “Either Friday night or Sunday afternoon, is that okay?”

“Of course it is,” Blaine replied, giving Kurt a reassuring smile. “I don’t think I’m going anywhere this weekend. No doubt I’ll have mountains of papers to grade.”

Kurt slung his bag over his shoulder and stepped into Blaine’s personal space once more. “Work hard so we can spend some time together.”

“Oh, I will,” Blaine replied, lips ghosting over Kurt’s own.

Kurt smiled and pressed their lips together once more. Blaine resisted the urge to just push Kurt back on the couch when their tongues moved together. Instead, he took Kurt’s hand and squeezed softly.

“You’d better go if you don’t want to miss curfew,” Blaine said a few moments later.

Kurt pulled back and let out a sigh. “I know.”

Blaine walked Kurt to the door and kissed him once more. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“You will,” Kurt replied with a smile. “Sweet dreams, Blaine.”