As a child, Kurt Hummel never would have imagined he'd want to become a psychologist. He'd always been creative. Into fashion, and theatre, and music. But after being bullied every day for his entire high school life, he couldn't think of a job he'd rather have. So he'd applied to a several schools, got accepted at a few, and would be starting his education at NYU tomorrow. Even if he'd decided to go for a career in psychology it didn't mean he couldn't still live in his dream city.

He'd gotten a tiny one bedroom apartment, and a job at a local diner. He knew trying to balance a job and college would be hell, but this was what he wanted.

It was late, and he'd just gotten home from his third day at work. He knew he should eat something, but he was too exhausted. Plus he had butterflies fluttering in his stomach from both nerves and excitement at starting at NYU the following day.

He changed out of his work clothes and into his boxer shorts and a t-shirt and brushed his teeth before slipping under the covers and attempting to get some sleep.

He tossed and turned for a while, excitement still fluttering around in his stomach, but eventually managed to drift into a peaceful sleep.

The next morning he woke up with enough time to make himself a good breakfast and get a shower before heading to school.

He had a few classes to get through before he started on his psychology class, and he was feeling impatient. He just wanted to get started learning already.

It was Blaine Anderson's first year teaching psychology at NYU, and he was slightly nervous. He felt like his students might think he was too young to be a psychology professor. What if they didn't respect him?

He hadn't slept at all last night, and was therefore worried about his teaching abilities at all. He needed to stop freaking himself out like this.

He drove to the coffee shop between his apartment and the college and grabbed a cup of coffee, sitting down at a table a sipping it slowly, trying to take deep calming breaths. He could do this. Teaching had always been a dream of his, and teaching psychology was especially exciting for him.

He was going to be fine.

He just had to keep telling himself that.

Kurt's first psychology class started at two in the afternoon. His last class before that ended at one thirty, so he had plenty of time to get over to the lecture hall early and get a seat at the front.

Ten minutes after he sat down and set his bag down, someone else entered the room. Kurt looked up to see an incredibly handsome man. He looked to be a bit older than Kurt, and Kurt wondered if he was sharing this class with some seniors. He had dark curly hair, cut short, but not too short. He was wearing a gray button up shirt, and black slacks. Kurt was impressed with how nice he looked. He definitely wanted to become friends with this man.

Kurt sat there, staring as the man walked closer and closer to him. What if he sat next to him? What should he say? Should he introduce himself, or wait for the other man to talk first?

This was ridiculous. He wasn't here to meet boys, he was here to learn.

The handsome man walked right past him, and Kurt was confused. He was sitting in the front row. Where could the other man be going?

He watched in awe as the other man walked to the front of the room, standing behind the teacher's desk.

"Excuse me?" Kurt asked quietly.

He was going to tell him that he probably shouldn't be standing up there. Not unless he wanted to get in trouble.

"Oh. Hello." The man said. "I didn't see you there. I'm Mr. Anderson. And you are?"

Mr. Anderson? Oh, crap. This guy was his teacher? Why did he look so young? Kurt was certain he couldn't be more than a few years older than he was himself.

"Um. I'm Kurt. Kurt Hummel."

"It's nice to meet you, Kurt Hummel." Mr. Anderson said, smiling, and making Kurt's insides flip-flop. "I'm assuming you're in my class, then?"

"Yes, sir."

"Quite frankly, I'm impressed with how early you got here. I wasn't expecting anyone in here before me."

"I was just...excited, I guess. This is the class I've been waiting all day for."

"I'm glad to hear it." Mr. Anderson said. "I doubt many people are going to be as enthusiastic about this class as you are."

Kurt hummed in response, before saying, "Excuse me, sir? If you don't mind me asking, aren't you a little young to be teaching psychology?"

Kurt heard Mr. Anderson sigh before he responded.

"I was afraid people would think that. I am rather young, I suppose. Twenty eight to be exact, but I assure you, I have all the credentials to be teaching."

Kurt just nodded. Other people were starting to file into the classroom now.

A seemingly nice girl with dark red hair sat next to him, smiling at him, and introducing herself as Amy.

They talked quietly for a few moments as everyone got seated. Kurt was pretty sure he and Amy could be good friends.

Once everyone was seated, Blaine signaled for everyone to be quiet. They all went silent immediately, and Kurt wondered if everyone else had noticed how unfairly handsome he was.

He needed to stop thinking that way. This was his teacher. There was no possible way anything could happen between them. And besides, he probably wasn't even gay.

He shook his head a little, trying to focus. He found that Mr. Anderson looking the way he did wasn't actually a distraction for him. In fact, it had him hanging on every word. Mr. Anderson had a certain tone in his voice, a certain way about him, a certain manner of speaking, that made it entirely too easy for Kurt to get caught up in his words.

He was listening, scribbling down notes furiously, but trying as hard as he could to never take his eyes away from Mr. Anderson's face.

He could've sworn Mr. Anderson had smiled at him. A few times, if he wasn't mistaken.

But who was he kidding. Mr. Anderson seemed to be a genuinely nice guy. He probably smiled at all of his students. Kurt was nothing special.

Class ended, and Kurt sighed agitatedly. He never wanted it to end. Not only was Mr. Anderson incredibly attractive, he was an amazing teacher, and the subject was highly fascinating to Kurt. He felt like he learned so much just from that one class, and he never wanted to stop learning.

For the next two weeks, Kurt got to class as early as possible, sitting in that same seat, front and center. He'd have small talk with Mr. Anderson until Amy arrived, and then he'd let her grab his attention, not wanting anyone to know about his attraction to his teacher.

Because it was getting bad. Really bad.

He woke up in the middle of the night that Sunday, sweaty, and with an obvious bulge in his boxer shorts.

He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts, and let out a groan when he remembered what he'd been dreaming about. Mr. Anderson. Of course. Of course this would happen to him.

He wasn't going to be able to sleep until he took care of his...problem. But he couldn't very well jerk off to the thought of his teacher, could he?

He decided that one time couldn't hurt, and closed his eyes, pulling down his boxers.

Blaine was extremely surprised at how his teaching job had been going to far. All of his students were kind and respectful and paid very close attention. He didn't want to play favorites, but he had to say, Kurt Hummel was the definition of a model student. Always early, always taking notes.

Blaine sometimes felt like he was almost too eager about his class.

But Blaine wasn't going to judge. He was sure he'd been just as excited as Kurt when he was learning psychology. Even if most people didn't agree, he found it to be a highly exciting, entertaining subject, and Kurt seemed to think so as well.

He felt like he and Kurt were kindred spirits.

Kurt knew it was a stupid idea, but when he arrived in the psychology classroom on Monday he went up to Mr. Anderson's desk and left him a note he'd written that morning, asking him if he'd like to go for coffee. He hadn't specified whether or not it was a date. He'd let Mr. Anderson decide that. Not that he thought Mr. Anderson would want to go on a date with him. Mr. Anderson was probably straight. Mr. Anderson was his teacher. He didn't even know Mr. Anderson's first name, for Christ's sake.

This had been a bad idea. Why had he thought it was okay to ask his psychology professor out for coffee? Even if Mr. Anderson didn't assume Kurt had meant it to be a date, he still wouldn't say yes. Not in a million years. He couldn't be seen outside of school with a student, could he? Except, if he was straight, would it even be an issue? Maybe not. Still, Kurt decided it had been an idiotic idea.

Just as he was standing up to retrieve the note, Mr. Anderson walked in.

"Fuck." Kurt muttered under his breath.

"Everything alright, Mr. Hummel?" Mr. Anderson asked.

"What? Yeah. Fine. Just...Remembered that I forgot to turn my laptop off this morning. It's wasting electricity. No big deal."

Mr. Anderson smiled at him and sat down at his desk, setting his bag down, before noticing the piece of paper Kurt had left there.

This was not going to be good, and Kurt knew it.

Blaine sat down at his desk, noticing a folded piece of paper sitting there. He was pretty sure he hadn't left it there. He cleared his desk off every night before he left work.

"What's this?" He said quietly to himself.

He picked up the piece of paper, unfolding it, and reading the message written inside. It was written in beautiful curving handwriting, and Blaine smiled at the paper. He wished he could write so beautifully. His hand writing looked like chickenscratch.

He wasn't sure how to react when he finished reading. Kurt had asked him out for coffee. Had he meant as a date? Or as student and teacher to work on something for class? Either way, Blaine didn't think it was such a good idea.

"Mr. Hummel." He started, looking up from the piece of paper now back on his desk.

"Yes?"

"Your coffee invitation. Was it-?"

"It was nothing. It was stupid really. I...Never mind. Honestly."

"Had you wanted to work on something for class? Did you have something you were confused about? Because for that you could just stay after class today and we can discuss it."

"No. I understand everything perfectly, I just-" Kurt stopped talking as the doors to the lecture hall opened, and more students came in.

"We'll discuss this more after class, Mr. Hummel." Blaine said, trying to sound authoritative.

Kurt nodded, turning to talk to a friend of his.

Blaine waited until all of his students had arrived, and gotten seated, before starting his lesson. He tried to focus, but was getting a little distracted. Kurt usually had his eyes on him all the time, listening intently, and taking notes. Today, however, Kurt had his head down, refusing to look up. Blaine was sure there was something going on.

Had Kurt meant it as a date? And if he had, why was Blaine finding himself inclined to say yes?

He hardly knew Kurt. Sure, they talked before class every day. But about the weather, and coffee, and what he'd been teaching the day before. Never about anything important. Never about themselves. Not to mention, Kurt was his student. He couldn't date a student. It was illegal and...wrong. It was wrong.

Sure, Kurt was beautiful. But he hadn't been attracted to him until he thought Kurt was asking him out on a date.

Or had he?

Finally, the lesson was over.

Everyone filed out of the classroom, except Kurt, who walked over to Blaine's desk, standing in front of it awkwardly.

"You wanted to continue talking about the note I left you?" Kurt asked.

"Yes. Listen, Kurt-" Blaine paused for a moment. He never called his students by their first names. "Mr. Hummel." he corrected himself. "You understand why we can't go to coffee together, don't you?"

Kurt nodded. "I was actually just about to take the note back when you walked in."

"Do you want to tell me why you wrote the note in the first place?" Blaine asked.

"I'd...really rather not."

Blaine sighed. He shouldn't have expected Kurt to be up front about it, if this had been an invitation to go on a date. Obviously it was ridiculous. But he'd hoped he would be. It was driving Blaine crazy not knowing.

He had to keep reminding himself that he shouldn't care so much. Kurt was his student. It didn't matter whether Kurt had feelings for him or not. Nothing could ever happen between them. And it was wrong for him to want it to.

"Alright then. See you in class tomorrow, Mr Hummel."

"See you tomorrow, Mr. Anderson." Kurt said, leaving the lecture hall.

Blaine sighed, running a hand over his face and flopping back in his chair.

This was bad.

The week went on like that. Kurt acting weird, and Blaine having to try to get through his lectures without being distracted.

Kurt was insanely attractive, and Blaine couldn't believe he hadn't noticed it before.

But maybe he'd made up the whole thing. Maybe Kurt hadn't been asking him out. Maybe he was just lonely. Then again, that couldn't be it. He had at least five friends in his psychology class alone.

But why would Kurt ask him out? Not only was he Kurt's teacher, but he was a good ten years older than him. He took pride in how well he aged, but honestly, Kurt couldn't be attracted to him, could he?

On Saturday night, Blaine decided he'd had enough of this. Over thinking and dwelling and driving himself insane.

He was going to go out to a bar. Get drunk. Maybe find someone to hook up with. But probably not. He wasn't a hook up type of guy. He was romantic. Not that he'd ever been able to find anyone to romance. Either way, hook ups weren't his thing, and he doubted he'd start now. Besides, being a twenty eight year old virgin probably wasn't the best way to attract someone anyway. But there was no harm in going out, having a couple of drinks, and dancing the night away, was there?

No. No, there wasn't.

So he put on the best outfit he could find for a night out on the town. He didn't have many. Most of his clothes were better suited for his teaching job, but he managed to work something out.

Blaine was on his third beer when he heard a familiar voice behind him.

"Mr. Anderson?"

He spun around quickly, seeing Kurt behind him.

"Kurt? What are you doing here? Aren't you underage?"

"Mayyyyybe." Kurt said, clearly tipsy.

"You should probably get home. How'd you get here?"

"Took a taxi." Kurt said.

"You didn't come here with anyone?" Blaine asked, concerned.

"Nope. Just me. I needed to get out of my own head for a while, and no one wanted to come with, so here I am."

Blaine nodded, understanding where Kurt was coming from.

"I don't think I'm ready to leave yet, but I'll stop bothering you. See you later, Mr. Anderson."

Blaine frowned slightly as Kurt walked away. He was worried about him. And he enjoyed talking to him.

He needed something stronger than beer.

He ordered a tequila, and sat down at the bar.

After a few more drinks, he was sufficiently drunk and ready to find someone to dance with.

He walked onto the dance floor, feeling a little lost, never having been the type of guy to go out and do these things.

He felt someone come up behind him and start grinding against him. It felt nice, and he began to sway to the music, his body rubbing up against whoever was behind him. After a few moments he turned around, wanting to put a face to the random warm body on the dance floor.

Upon turning around, he gasped, jumping back a few feet.

"Kurt!" He exclaimed.

"Hi, Mr. Anderson." Kurt said with a shy smile, and a wave.

"You can't...Mr. Hummel, that is unacceptable behavior."

"We're not at school." Kurt said, coming closer.

"But I'm still your teacher, Kurt." Blaine said. His resolve quickly fizzling out the closer Kurt got. He wanted to dance with him, and he wasn't sure how much longer he could fight the urge, with all of this alcohol in his veins.

"I won't tell." Kurt whispered in his ear, their bodies touching again now.

"Kurt, I-"

"Shh." Kurt said, putting a finger to his lips. "You know, the first time you walked into the lecture hall, I thought you were a student."

"Kurt, you need to stop."

But Kurt only wrapped his arms around Blaine's neck, moving to the beat.

"I thought you were a student, and that's the only reason I let myself be attracted to you. And then once you told me you were my teacher it was too late. I already had all these thoughts in my head and I...This is stupid anyway, though, isn't it? Even if you weren't my teacher. You're probably not even gay."

"I am." Blaine whispered back, loud enough to be heard over the music. And he immediately regretted it. He shouldn't be telling Kurt this. It wasn't his business.

"Are what, Mr. Anderson?"

"Gay. I'm gay. And...call me Blaine." He wanted to smack himself. What was he doing? He needed to get out of here. He knew he and alcohol didn't mix. He never should have come here in the first place.

"Blaine. I like it." Kurt said, grinding up against him.

"Kurt. Kurt, this is wrong! I have to go. I can't...be here."

"Wait! Please, wait." Kurt said, grabbing his hand.

Blaine knew he should pull away. Leave right now, and try to pretend this never happened. Hope Kurt forgot so that class wouldn't be awkward on Monday. But he didn't. He let Kurt pull him back to him, because he was drunk and weak and lonely and stupid.

Kurt grabbed Blaine's face and pulled him in for a kiss.

Blaine gasped, trying to pull away at first, but then giving in. Loving the feeling of Kurt's soft lips on his.

He hadn't been kissed since high school, and he'd forgotten what a great feeling it was. But not with Kurt. Not with his student. This was wrong.

But then why did it feel so incredibly right?

He pulled away after a while, breathing heavily.

"Kurt, we can't do this..."

"I know." Kurt said, and he looked like he was about to cry.

And then Blaine did what was possibly the stupidest thing he'd done all night. He gave Kurt his phone number.

Then he left the bar as quickly as possible, not looking back.

When Kurt awoke the next morning his head was pounding, and he couldn't remember how he'd gotten home. I fact, he could hardly remember anything about last night except that he'd gone to the bar. He'd gone to the bar and then he'd run into...Oh, God. Mr. Anderson. Had he....had he kissed him? He was pretty sure he'd kissed him.

Fuck.

He should've know not to get drunk for the first time alone at a bar. He should've realized that was a recipe for disaster.

He picked up his phone from where it was sitting on his bedside table, going to check the time. It was after three in the afternoon.

He decided to check and see if he'd done any drunk texting last night that he'd need to do damage control on.

He opened up his sent messages, and saw quite a few to someone named Blaine Anderson.

Oh, God.

Blaine Anderson was Mr. Anderson, wasn't it? When had he learned his first name, let alone gotten his number? How drunk had he been last night?

He opened up the texts to see how bad they'd been.

To Blaine: Blaaaiiiine.

To Blaine: Blaine, you left :(

To Blaine: Why'd you leave? I'm alone now.

To Blaine: I'm getting another drink.

Then a long time, where he must have been drinking, and then more messages.

To Blaine: I thibk i'm relllly drink, blabe

To Blaine: *blaime

To Blaine: I givr ip

To Blaine: Your lips are soft.

To Blaine: are yoyu ingornign em? Why did toy give me your number if your going to ignore me?

To Blaine: I'm getting  cab home now. I guess I'll see you at school Monday.

Kurt sighed, running a hand over his face. What the fuck was wrong with him? He couldn't just...He couldn't...He didn't even know what to think of himself.

He decided to text Blaine and apologize.

To Blaine: Mr. Anderson, I am so so /so/ sorry about last night. I'd never had alcohol before, and I know that's no excuse, but I just...I'm sorry. I hope this doesn't make class awkward on Monday.

To Kurt: I'm sure it will make class awkward. But you don't have to apologize, Kurt. We all make mistakes. This was partially my fault. I'm the teacher here. It was my job to stop you, and I didn't.

Kurt took a moment, contemplating what to say before responding.

To Blaine: ....Why didn't you?

To Kurt: Why didn't I what?

To Blaine: Stop me.

To Kurt: Oh. I...don't think that's important.

To Blaine: Of course it's important.

To Kurt: I really don't think this is an appropriate conversation for us to be having.

To Blaine: I think that ship has sailed already, Mr. Anderson. Us having inappropriate conversations. I know I was in the wrong last night, but I think I deserve some answers.

To Kurt: Meet me at the coffee shop near school in ten? It'll be easier to discuss this in person.

To Blaine: Um, okay.

Kurt laughed somewhat bitterly to himself. How ironic that Blaine was now asking him for coffee when this whole mess had started with Kurt asking that exact same question.

But he had to admit, he needed some coffee.

He also needed a shower, but he didn't have time for that.

He combed through his hair, and went to meet Blaine at the coffee shop.

Blaine was already at the coffee shop when he received the first text from Kurt, so he sat there, sipping his coffee and waiting for Kurt to come meet him.

When had everything gotten so out of control?

He'd kissed a student last night.

That was completely unacceptable, and he couldn't do it again. He couldn't.

He saw Kurt walk through the front doors of the coffee shop and waved him over.

Kurt ordered a coffee, and went to sit down across from Blaine.

"Alright." Kurt started. "I need answers, Mr. Anderson. Because this is confusing for me, okay? I've never...I'm not usually such a forward person. I was drunk, and now I'm just confused."

"Okay, Kurt." Blaine nodded, trying to decide how to word himself. "You wanted to know why I didn't stop you when you tried to kiss me, right?"

Kurt nodded.

"I didn't stop you because part of me wanted you to do it. Even though I knew it was wrong. But you have to understand, Kurt, it can't happen again."

"I know. I know, Mr Anderson, and it won't. I don't want you to lose your job. And I really don't want to get kicked out of school. I want to become a psychologist. More than anything. I want to help kids like me. Kids who got bullied in high school. Kids who need someone to talk to."

Why did Kurt have to go and say things like that and make Blaine wish more than anything that he and Kurt could be something more than just student and teacher?

"Good." was all he managed to say in return.

"So, that's the only reason why you asked me to come here? To tell me you wanted to kiss me, but we can't do it again?"

"I guess it sounds silly when you put it like that."

"It is." Kurt said. "Are things...going to be weird in class tomorrow?"

"I hope not. I'll do everything in my power to keep them from being that way."

"Good. Then I will, too." Kurt stood up. "Bye, Mr. Anderson."

"Goodbye."

Blaine watched as Kurt left the coffee shop and slammed his head down on the table. He couldn't do this.

Kissing Kurt had awoken something inside him, and he wasn't sure how to make it stop. He wanted more than just a kiss now. Wanted Kurt naked and panting beneath him. But Kurt was his student, and he knew he could never have that with him.

Unless....He could.

A month passed, and Kurt felt like he and Mr. Anderson's relationship had gone back to normal.

He still thought about him far too much, and may have had a lot more dreams about him, similar to the one he'd had during his first few weeks of school, but other than that, things were back to the way they were.

At least, for him they were.

But they must not have been for Mr. Anderson, because on Sunday evening, he got a text. He'd just gotten home from work at the diner, and was planning to sit down and order some Chinese food. He pulled his phone out, reading the text.

To Kurt: You can't just...wear pants like that.

To Blaine: I'm sorry?

To Kurt: Those pants you were wearing in class on Friday. I can't...Kurt, this is hard enough for me.

Kurt was slightly confused. He knew Blaine had wanted to kiss him that night at the bar, but was it really still bothering him?

To Blaine: What's hard enough for you?

To Kurt: Seeing you every day and not being able to...To touch you, or...talk to you as more than just student and teacher.

To Blaine: Mr. Anderson, what are you trying to say?

To Kurt: Call me Blaine. Please call me Blaine.

To Blaine: Okay. Blaine. What are you trying to say?

To Kurt: I want you, Kurt. I can't...I can't stand it any longer. I've tried. I've tried to forget that kiss, but I just can't.

To Blaine: Blaine, please. Please don't make me have to say no to you. You know we can't do this.

To Kurt: C'mon, Kurt. No one will know.

To Blaine: Blaine, you're making this really hard for me. You know I don't want to say no.

To Kurt: So don't.

To Blaine: And what happens if I don't?

To Kurt: I give you my address and you come here as soon as you can.

To Blaine: Fine.

Blaine was wringing his hands together nervously, waiting for Kurt to arrive.

What the hell had he just done?

This was worse than the kiss, because he was the initiator here. This was all on him.

And he was sure Kurt wouldn't be expecting him to be a virgin.

What kind of twenty eight year old was a virgin anyway?

Apparently the kind who decided it was okay to have sex with their students.

God, he was an idiot.

He heard a knock at his apartment door and went to open it.

Kurt stood there, his hair slightly messy, wearing jeans and a t-shirt. It was the most simple thing he'd seen him in, and yet he still looked impeccable.

"Sorry. I'd just gotten home from work when you texted me." Kurt said, and Blaine could hear a hint of nervousness in his voice.

"You look amazing."

"No, I don't. But thank you."

"I mean it. You look amazing." Blaine could see Kurt blushing, and he wondered if he was blushing himself.

He gestured for Kurt to come in, and so Kurt did.

Blaine took his hand, leading him over to the couch, completely clueless as to what he was doing.

They sat down, and Blaine decided it was best to be honest right off the bat.

"Kurt, before we do anything, I think there's something you should know."

"Okay. Go ahead."

"I've never...I'm not..." Blaine took a deep breath, bracing himself, knowing he needed to let Kurt know this, in case it caused him to change his mind about being here.

Kurt reached out, taking both of Blaine's hands in his and squeezing them gently.

"It's okay, Blaine. You can tell me."

And there he went again. Being that sweet endearing person that he was. And Blaine didn't want to just have sex with him. He wanted to start a relationship with him. Get to know him even better. Fall in love with him, maybe...

"I'm a virgin." he said, barely above a whisper.

"Oh." was all Kurt said in return.

"Yeah. So, if you want to leave, I understand."

"No, Blaine." Kurt squeezed his hands again. "I'm not going to leave. I don't want to leave. I'm...I'm a virgin, too. We can figure this out together."

"Okay." Blaine said, nodding.

"Take me to your bedroom?" Kurt asked.

"Yeah. Yeah, of course."

They stood up, and Blaine led Kurt to his bedroom.

Once inside Kurt grabbed Blaine by the shoulders shoving him up against the door and kissing him hard. Blaine let out a small 'oomf' sound as his back hit the door, and kissed Kurt back, tangling his fingers in the hair at the base of Kurt's neck.

And he didn't understand how any of this could be wrong, when nothing had ever felt so right.

His mouth was made to be on Kurt's.

He ran his tongue along Kurt's bottom lip, and Kurt opened his mouth slightly, allowing Blaine access. Blaine slipped his tongue inside, running it along the roof of Kurt's mouth, and the back of his teeth.

He'd never kissed anyone like this before, but it was all coming as second nature to him.

Kurt pulled back, removing his hands from Blaine's shoulders and using them to slowly remove his own clothes.

Blaine watched, mesmerized, before beginning to remove his own clothes as well.

Once Kurt was fully naked, he walked over to Blaine's bed, laying down on it, and waiting for Blaine to come join him.

Blaine walked over, climbing onto the bed slowly, his nerves flying around in his stomach, feeling more like bats than butterflies.

Kurt grabbed him, pulling him down on top of him, and kissing him once again.

Blaine felt bad, forcing Kurt to take charge like this because he was too nervous to do anything. He was the teacher after all. Wasn't it his job to be knowledgeable?

But Kurt didn't seem to mind as his moaned against Blaine lips, and Blaine could feel Kurt's cock hardening against his thigh. He groaned.

Kurt flipped them over, taking complete control of the situation, and Blaine was glad. Maybe he needed Kurt to take control. Blaine was in control of everything and everyone else in his life. Having Kurt take control of this felt nice. Safe.

Kurt trailed kisses down Blaine's chest and stomach, stopping just above his naked half hard cock.

"Can I?" He asked, looking up at Blaine through cautious eyes.

Blaine nodded, biting his lip.

Kurt took Blaine's cock in his hand, putting his mouth around the tip and sucking experimentally.

Blaine groaned. He'd never felt anything like it in his life.

Kurt began to bob his head slowly, taking as much of Blaine in as possible. Blaine could feel his throat constricting around him, and he hoped he didn't choke.

After a few moments, Kurt pulled off, wiping his mouth with his hand.

He crawled back up over Blaine, and kissed him hard.

"Do you want to top or bottom?" Blaine asked suddenly.

"I...I'm fine with either." Kurt blushed. "I mean, I've imagined both. They both seem...good."

"Can I bottom?" Blaine asked, really enjoying the feeling of Kurt on top of him and not wanting to give it up any time soon.

Kurt nodded.

"Hold on." Blaine said, reaching into his bedside table drawer and pulling out lube and a condom. "I've had these for...a while. But I haven't had any use for them."

Kurt smiled at him, taking the lube from him, and squirting some onto his fingers.

He lined a digit up with Blaine's entrance before pushing in slowly. Blaine gasped at the intrusion. He'd never imagined himself as a bottom, but in this moment, he knew it was right.

"Are you okay?" Kurt asked. "Is...Is this okay?"

Blaine nodded, a smile gracing his lips at Kurt's gentle nature.

Kurt moved his finger in and out a few times, stretching Blaine out before asking if he could add another, to which Blaine nodded.

"Ready for a third?" Kurt asked, after a while of stretching him out with two.

"Ready." Blaine nodded.

Kurt added a third, and Blaine held his breath, loving the stretch of it.

"Kurt...I'm ready. Please."

Kurt nodded, pulling his fingers out, and opening the condom package. He slipped the condom onto his length before squirting some more lube onto his hand, and slicking himself up with it. He lined himself up with Blaine's hole and looked into his eyes, looking for confirmation that Blaine was ready for this. Blaine looked him dead in the eyes and nodded, having never been more sure of anything in his life.

Kurt pushed in slowly.

"Fuck." Blaine breathed. Kurt was big, and the stretch was intense, but so, so amazing.

Once Kurt bottomed out, he paused. Waiting.

"You can move, Kurt. I'm fine. Go ahead. Please."

Kurt pulled out slowly, before moving back in just as slowly. Blaine was writhing beneath him. He wanted Kurt to go faster, but he also wanted to make sure Kurt was comfortable.

He craned his neck up, connecting his lips to Kurt's and kissing him hard.

When he pulled back he whispered, "Faster. Please."

Kurt nodded, increasing his speed. Blaine could see sweat beading on his forehead, he reached up, brushing a strand of hair out of Kurt's face.

"You're so tight, Blaine." Kurt whined. "Fuck."

Blaine just stared for a few moments, looking into Kurt's blue eyes and smiling. He knew this shouldn't be happening, but the fact was that it was, and he couldn't be happier about it.

"You're beautiful." He whispered.

Kurt blushed, picking up his pace, and wrapping a hand around Blaine's cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts.

"Oh, fuck. Kurt, I'm close."

Kurt only nodded, angling his hips so he was hitting Blaine's prostate straight on.

"Ohh, fuck." Blaine panted. "Kurt. Kurt, I'm gonna-" Blaine came with a loud groan, his muscles clenching around Kurt, causing his orgasm to hit him as well, his come spilling into the condom.

Kurt took a moment to catch his breath before pulling out, tying up the condom, and throwing it away.

He snuggled into Blaine's side, kissing him on the neck, the cheek, the nose, and finally, the mouth.

"Kurt." Blaine started. But he didn't want to say what had to be said. "Kurt, you can't stay. If anyone saw you leaving here tomorrow morning..."

"I know, Blaine. I know." Kurt said, getting up out of the bed already, and going to put on his clothes from where they were laying in a pile by the door.

"I wish you could stay." Blaine said quietly.

Kurt walked back over to the bed, fully dressed.

"Blaine...You know we can't do this again, right? I'd never...I'd never call it a mistake. But it was wrong. And we can't do it again."

"I know. I shouldn't have asked you to do this in the first place. I'm your teacher, for Christ's sake. I'm...I'm a horrible person, aren't I?"

"You aren't. I wouldn't be here if you were. But this is wrong. I wish it weren't." Kurt said, sadly, before getting up and leaving Blaine's house.

Blaine sighed, pulling the covers up over himself and going to sleep, not bothering to clean up the drying come off his abdomen.

When Blaine left for work the next morning, he heard one of his neighbors holler to him from down the hall.

"I heard you last night, Anderson! Sounds like you had a hot young thing in your bed. Finally, man. Good for you!"

Blaine feigned a smile and continued walking.

Kurt was sitting in his seat already when Mr. Anderson arrived.

"Hi." He said, sheepishly.

"Hello, Mr. Hummel."

"We have to...We have to act normal."

Blaine nodded, looking down at some papers on his desk.

"That means you have to talk to me." Kurt said. "We always...We always talk until Amy gets here."

"We can't really talk as nonchalantly as we used to, can we, Kurt?" Blaine snapped.

Kurt knew he wasn't snapping because he was angry at him. Knew he was just angry at the situation. But he couldn't help but feel hurt anyway.

"No. I suppose not."

A long silence.

"I'm sorry." Kurt said, quietly.

"What on Earth do you have to be sorry for."

"I'm just...Sorry we can't be together. I...I wish we could. You're an amazing person and I...I'm just sorry."

Blaine didn't respond.

"Maybe someday, when I graduate." Kurt offered, quietly, and a little sadly.

Blaine nodded, looking as if he were actually taking it into consideration.

Kurt knew it wouldn't make their current situation any easier. But he had to have hope that he and Blaine would be together someday. Otherwise he wasn't sure the gaping hole he felt in his chest right now would ever go away.

Weeks past, and they never gained back their easy conversation before class. Blaine was sure it was his fault, but it still hurt.

It hurt, seeing the person you wanted to be with every day, and not being allowed to be with him.

But that was just how it was going to have to be.

For now, at least.