A/N: So this was a prompt I got on Tumblr (TA!Blaine at McKinley) and I decided to give it a go. This is dedicated to my dear FF friend Cap'NCupcake—seriously, go read her shit. She's awesome. And she said she liked the idea of a TA/student relationship that I had in one of my other stories and so… I made it Klaine for her! :D

R&R, lovelies!

His name was Blaine. God, but that was a sexy name. It reeked of stuck up, snobby parentage but he seemed… Well, quite frankly, he seemed perfect. He was nice and polite and funny and always graded tests with smiley faces. He didn't seem like he was his age—a distinguished 22. If Kurt hadn't known any better, he would've sworn the man was only a year or two older than him. Unfortunately, he did know better. And Blaine was off limits.

-0-

"Hey, fairy!" was the first thing he heard that morning before the red slushie hit his face. After he got over the initial shock, he finished opening his locker and plucked out his emergency clothes, storming down the hallway to the girl's bathroom.

This was getting ridiculous. Why didn't the school just stop selling slushies?

Angry at his ruined clothes and red-stained collarbone, Kurt stormed into first period French and forgot to stop at Blaine's desk to flirt casually. Great, his day was starting off perfectly.

On the first day of class, Madame Henri had introduced the man in the back organizing papers, said he was observing her class for a semester so he could get credit for a teaching credential. Kurt hadn't even turned around to look until she'd called him "Monsieur Anderson," and he'd said, in his desperately sexy voice, "You call me Blaine, though—whatever." That was the first time he'd really seen him.

He had curly black hair and was dressed in grey jeans and a sweater vest with a white button down underneath. Kurt would have considered the outfit cliché and boring but… This guy really made it work.

Today, he was sporting a button-down and tie with suspenders. Suspenders. Kurt had to force himself to listen to anything Madame Henri was saying all period.

"—Monsieur Anderson will hand your last tests back to you on your way out the door. Au revoir."

Every person practically shot out of their seats to get to the door. Kurt, however, lazily began packing his things at the slim chance he might actually get to share more than two words with the man. He knew that he shouldn't be having these feelings—after all he wasn't totally sure that this guy was even gay, the age difference hardly mattered to him anymore—but he just couldn't help it. The French TA seemed too good to be true.

"Great job, Kurt." Blaine's voice snapped him out of his thoughts. "Best grade in the class."

Kurt took the test and smiled at it softly. "Thanks."

"Did you dye your hair or something?"

"What?"

"It's pink-ish in front."

Kurt looked up at him, trying to figure out what he meant. How would his hair be—oh. The slushie. "Uh, yeah—my friend Mercedes and I got that semi-permanent stuff at the street fair yesterday. Guess it didn't come out in the shower. It used to be red."

The TA smiled. "I would've liked to see that."

Kurt's cheeks flushed.

"See you tomorrow, Kurt."

-0-

The whole week passed too slowly. There was homework and glee club and worrying about sorting out the multitude of teenage feelings he was having, not to mention the reinstatement of his morning Dumpster tosses. Those had ruined more pairs of skinny jeans than he cared to think about and he didn't particularly enjoy walking into French class smelling like whatever had been served in the cafeteria the day before.

Friday morning, Kurt was overjoyed. He was going over to Mercedes' house that night for movies and ice cream and makeovers. Nothing could touch him. He was having such a good morning that he was going to walk straight into French and just flirt his ass off—

"Hey, homo—just in time for your trip into the Dumpster."

Kurt glared at the bully, a jock named Azimio, but just kept walking. He didn't have to do this. He didn't have to just lie down and take it.

"Where do you think you're going?"

Kurt sped up, refusing to look behind him. Just keep walking, just keep walking…

By the time he made it into the building and into his French classroom, he'd lost them, but that didn't mean they weren't going to try to get him back.

"Kurt?"

The countertenor froze in the doorway, looking at the voice. He smiled, blushing. "Uh, hi, Blaine."

"Is something wrong?"

Kurt opened his mouth to respond when the door opened behind him and something large hit his back. "Hummel," Azimio said lowly.

Blaine stood from the teacher's desk, arms crossed in front of his chest. "Can I help you boys?"

The jock looked up as Kurt held his breath. Azimio chuckled. "No thanks—we were just leaving. To be continued, Hummel."

As soon as the door closed behind them, Kurt started breathing again.

"Wanna tell me what that was about, Kurt?"

"Uh…nothing." He put his hand on the door knob, counting in his head for how long it would take for the bullies to get back outside the school, probably to trap Artie or Tina, before he was free to get back into the hall. "I just wanted to ask Madame Henri about verb conjugations in comparison with prefixes and origin of word but since she's not here—"

"Kurt?"

"Yes?"

"You can trust me. If you need to…talk or…"

"Thanks, really," he said hurriedly. "I, uh…I have to get to my locker. See you soon."

-0-

Mercedes was in the middle of getting an avocado face mask when she asked, "You're not still crushing on frankenteen, are you?"

Kurt sighed. "I thought we agreed to never talk about that."

"Sorry. But…you're not, are you?"

"I… I don't think so. I mean, yeah he's attractive, but now that our parents are dating it's just really weird. He's hardly the object of any late-night fantasies."

"You have late night fantasies?" Mercedes laughed. "What about?"

"I'm a guy, 'Cedes—it's kind of out of my control."

"Just one example." Mercedes opened an eye and Kurt poked her cheek with his green-smeared fingers until it closed again. "Come on! Pretty please? I've never been inside of a guy's head before."

Kurt sighed. "I never really know what's happening. It just…it feels good, y'know? And the guy is always just faceless."

"Well that's kind of boring."

"Yeah well, you're talking to the uber-virgin."

"Okay, so if you're not crushing on Finn, who are you crushing on?"

Kurt's cheeks turned a bright red which was pretty ridiculous, considering that he'd just talked about his wet dreams and hadn't blinked. "You don't know him."

"Oh! There is someone!"

"Stay still," he chastised when she swayed happily.

"Does he go to McKinley?"

"No." Not exactly, he finished in his head.

"Well where does he go?"

Kurt grabbed the towel on the ground next to him to wipe off his hands. "You're done, 'Cedes."

"You're not getting away from the question that easily, Kurt."

"He's not available."

"Aw, boyfriend?"

Kurt shrugged, helping her up. "He's just… He's a few years older than me."

She slapped his shoulder. "You're crushing on a college student? Where did you meet him? Tell me everything! What's he look like? Is he at OSU?"

"Mercedes, honestly…"

"You tell me right now, Kurt Hummel or I will destroy your Vogue collection."

"He's not even necessarily gay!"

She pulled a face that suggested she was still suspicious. "Fine," she said. "But you will tell me eventually. And the second he asks you out, you call."

-0-

Blaine Anderson was 22 years old. He'd had his fair share of boyfriends—two in high school and a handful over the past few years—but he had pretty much given up on finding one in Lima. This city was identical to the place he'd grown up with the homophobes and the bullies and… Well, he wasn't planning on sticking around forever at least. It was the epitome of a mistake to even take notice in the fact that Kurt Hummel—a student, a 17 year old student—was, to be frank, very attractive.

There was no way in hell he was going to do anything about this little crush.

Kurt wasn't exactly making it easy on him, though. They would have flirtatious conversations before and after class and if they saw each other in the hall. One time, they spoke in French. Was there anything sexier? And the outfits. He paraded around school wearing designer clothes and being generally fabulous and it was just driving him insane. But Blaine wasn't a teenager anymore. He could and would control himself.

"Good morning, Blaine—did you have a good weekend?"

Blaine looked up from grading papers and couldn't help the smile that bloomed over his face. "Good morning, Kurt. Yeah, I did. What about you?"

"Pretty good." The boy bit his lip and Blaine tore his eyes away from his mouth. "Do anything interesting?"

"Drinks with the guys," Blaine laughed. "Normal weekend stuff."

The final get-in-your-seat-or-go-to-the-office bell rang and Kurt smiled softly before walking to the back of the class.

Shit. This…could not continue. He could not let himself have these feelings, these thoughts, these desires towards a student. He would push it away and let it go, stop flirting, stop staring. A complete and utter shut down.

He glanced at Kurt. The boy's pen was sitting in the corner of his mouth, between his lips, his eyes glazed over as he stared at the white board.

Yeah. This plan would go swimmingly.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed! Next chapter is 'Never Been Kissed'! (The rating is T for now, but it might go up later…)

Love always,

E. M. Zeray