Something about polyester really turned Kurt Hummel on.

Or maybe it was simply the way a certain someone - the versatile and extremely unattainable Blaine Anderson - wore it so well, as if the red uniform was made for his body to mold into.

Kurt tried to fight his attraction to Blaine but it wasn't easy, on so many accounts. For one, the tight pants he wore left little to the imagination and Kurt spent far too many countless moments imagining his hand slipping down those pants (if there would be any room) and working Blaine’s cock into a frenzy.

Blaine also loved being in the spotlight, that much Kurt was sure of as he watched the pep rallies more or less being circulated around him. He had a dream boat voice and a body Kurt literally ached for. He was everything Kurt could want in a partner, sexual and otherwise.

Blaine was also Kurt’s student.

He knew it was wrong, to lust after a young man, just shy of eighteen no less, who also happened to be one of his pupils, but Blaine just made it too goddamn difficult and it was during a quiet moment while the class was taking a quiz - Blaine was concentrating hard with his forehead creased and tongue poking out between his lips - that Kurt decided there was just no fighting it any longer.

“Blaine, can I see you for a moment?”

The rest of the students had filed out in a hurry, with Blaine bringing up the rear (Kurt really does spend way too much time around high school students) with his messenger bag hoisted around his shoulder. “Right now? I have Cheerios practice right after school.”

“Believe me, it’ll be worth the delay,” Kurt assured, his heart pounding.

Blaine’s eyebrows knitted together but he turned his body fully towards Kurt and gave him a skeptical look. “Am I in trouble or something?”

Kurt laughed, a small smile gracing his lips as he slid off his glasses and stood up behind his desk. “No, Blaine, you aren't in trouble.”

However, Blaine started to panic. “Did I blow that pop quiz? Because I KNEW I shouldn't have put so many answers as B. But they all seemed so right at the time and-“

“This isn't about your quiz, Blaine.”

Blaine stopped short and fixed his eyes on his teacher. “So, what’s this about, then?”

“Well for one,” Kurt started, making his way around his desk, “You should address me as Mr. Hummel when speaking to me, understood?” Blaine nodded once and swallowed thickly as Kurt advanced him slowly. “And two, it should be a crime for a student to look so fucking hot in the company of his teacher.” Blaine’s eyes widened but before he could respond, Kurt was pressing up against him and crushing their lips together.

Kurt felt Blaine tense in his arms, a small gasp and grunt of protest coming between them but Kurt was quick to capture his reaction with his eager mouth.

Blaine had no idea what was going on or how he had gone from taking a test on nineteenth century literature to making out with his oh so hot teacher, but he was finding it more and more difficult to struggle when Kurt felt so fucking good against him. It also sort of thrilled Blaine with his teacher’s forwardness, despite the fact that anybody could walk in at any moment and get Kurt - Mr. Hummel - fired, arrested even.

“Mmm, fuck, oh god I want-,” Blaine gasped once Kurt finally pulled away from Blaine’s now bruised lips.

“You don’t know how often I’ve thought about you,” Kurt whispered, lips wet over the shell of Blaine’s ear and tongue darting out to taste the flesh there. “How many times I’ve wanted to shove you against one of those lockers and kiss you until you were panting my name or how many times I’ve wanted to bend you over this desk and fuck your tight little ass over and over.”

Blaine shivered as Kurt’s hot breath ghosted over his cooling skin and his body prickled with anticipation. He could feel Kurt everywhere and his words were going straight to his crotch.

“Then why haven’t you?”

Kurt chuckled, pulling away but still keeping Blaine close, running his hands up and down his toned biceps.

“This is wrong, you and I. Everything about this is wrong and we shouldn’t be doing anything at all.”

“That didn’t stop you from asking me to stay back and then kissing me while proceeding to tell me that you wanted to fuck me,” Blaine countered with a quirked brow.

Kurt laughed again, head dipping down and back up again, looking through his eyelashes and Blaine thought he almost looked shy.

“Does it bother you, knowing how badly I want you?”

“Doesn’t bother me if it doesn’t bother you, Mr. Hummel.”

“Good.” Then with a wicked grin, Kurt pulled Blaine against him, mouths coming together once again as Kurt rubbed against him desperately. Blaine gave into his body’s wants, despite what the rational voice in the back of his mind was saying. He was kissing Kurt back with more enthusiasm than he expected and he wondered idly if he had secretly wanted this to happen as much as Kurt did. Blaine did catch himself sometimes, his eyes lingering on his teacher while he lectured on, admiring the curve of his nose and the pale, long stretch of his neck as he spoke. But Blaine never expected this.

His lips parted and he felt Kurt’s tongue massage his, gently coaxing his own tongue inside Kurt’s mouth. Their breaths were hot and soon neither could tell where one ended and the other began.

It didn’t matter, though. Nothing else mattered except the intense burning they had for one another in this exact moment. Kurt was slowly turning them around and navigating Blaine to the front of his desk, where his hands slipped down his arms to cup Blaine’s ass and hoist him onto the edge.

“Nice touch,” he muttered against Blaine’s lips, fingers playing with the frills of Blaine’s cheer leading skirt. “I can’t believe Coach Sylvester actually lets you get away with wearing this.”

“Well, seeing as how I’m the star of the team and she knows that without me, her routines would crumble and lose her Nationals, she pretty much lets me do whatever I want,” Blaine explained smugly.

“Apparently even fucking your English teacher. I’m impressed, Anderson.”

“Let’s just keep that tidbit of information between us, shall we, Mr. Hummel?”

“Fine by me.” Kurt rocked against him, his now fully hard cock pressed against Blaine’s inner thigh. Blaine started to get nervous because his teacher probably expected-

“Oh, oh god. We don’t have time-“

“Shh, I’ll make this quick.” Kurt slid his hands to the front of Blaine’s skirt, edging the waistband of the spanks down until his hand could slip inside.

“Oh fuck,” Kurt groaned, fingers dipping inside and discovering Blaine’s hot wet core.

“Nobody else knows about this,” Blaine whispered and for a moment, his body tensed. He was about to panic, because of course Kurt was going to freak out and tell Blaine to fuck off because there was no way-

“It’s fucking hot,” Kurt said as he slid one finger past Blaine’s parted lips. Blaine shuddered, the sudden intrusion unexpected but not at all unwelcome.

“Oh shit,” Blaine gasped, head thrown back as Kurt began to move his finger inside, removing it slowly and thrusting back in to the knuckle and then further in as his rhythm increased. Blaine’s knuckles were white while he gripped the edge of the desk, Kurt becoming more enthused and adding a second finger.

“I can’t believe I finally have you, spread out and needy on my desk.” Kurt licked his lips as he watched Blaine fall apart before him, head thrown back and the tendons in his neck straining against the pressure.

“Ah, just, don’t stop, god, don’t stop Mr. Hummel.”

“Good boy,” Kurt purred and he added a third finger, his pace a glorious friction as he curled his fingers upwards and found Blaine’s G-Spot.

“Oh fuck!” Blaine thrashed against Kurt’s fingers, trying to relieve the fire burning inside of him as Kurt continued to hit his sweet spot over and over.

“Come for me, Blaine,” Kurt encouraged. Blaine whimpered, back arching as he moved his hips off the desk to meet Kurt’s thrusts. Blaine moaned - a long, drawn-out symphony of sound once Kurt flicked Blaine’s clit with his thumb. Blaine gasped, his entire body tensing as he clenched around Kurt’s fingers and came with a strangled cry.

Kurt stared in awed wonder as Blaine completely lost control, gave himself over to his body’s desire and let Kurt bring him to such a state. His chest filled with pride and his heart stuttered for a moment at the thought. Blaine’s chest rose and fell dramatically as he took in deep breaths and willed his body to relax against the desk.

Blaine finally regained control of his senses, blinking rapidly for a moment before he angled his head back up to look at Kurt.

“That was certainly not what I had expected to happen when I woke up for school this morning,” Blaine admitted with a strangled laugh.

Kurt laughed too and slid Blaine’s spanks back up and around his waist. “Believe me, as many times as I’ve jacked off to the thought, I never actually intended on acting on it.”

Blaine smiled ruefully and slid off the desk, smoothing his skirt over his ass and reached down for his messenger bag. “And how many times do you intend on acting on this, Mr. Hummel?”

Kurt just smiled at Blaine’s question, then patted him on the shoulder gingerly and turned him toward the door.

“You’d better hurry or you’ll be late for practice and I doubt the idea of Sue chewing your ass out isn't nearly as appealing as the one of me doing it.