AN: So this was just something that came to mind the other day and I felt like writing. Not sure if I'll continue, drop a review and let me know if you want me to. Enjoy :)

Students rushed to collect their belongings at the sound of the bell and Kurt Hummel sighed. It's how it was every day, in and out; the teenagers rarely cared about classes. Only five years had passed since that had been him, completing his senior year, and he'd certainly been more studious than the kids he saw dashing out of the classroom. My, had things changed.

Moments later the classroom was empty apart from Kurt who stood at the front of the room staring at the vacant seats and wondering what he was doing here, what he was doing with his life.

Kurt had thought he had a passion for teaching but it appeared he may have been wrong. He wasn't at all surprised, he'd been lying to himself when he said he was okay heading down this career path. Kurt was destined for Broadway and he knew it. He had dreamt of his name in lights his entire life but it just wasn't realistic. New York was so expensive and even if Kurt could up and leave he knew he couldn't afford to live there comfortably.

That wasn't the only thing tying him down here though. His father had been pretty sick on and off the past seven years and Kurt didn't feel okay leaving him. Yes, Carole was a nurse and she was taking care of him just fine but Kurt would never forgive himself if he missed what could be the last few years of his dad's life.

So for those reasons alone Kurt was stuck in dingy Ohio, in a job he'd only had for just over 12 months but was already bored of.

The school Kurt worked at catered for kids in kindergarten all the way up to year twelve but he avoided the elementary school area of the grounds. Little kids were adorable but Kurt did not have the patience to be able to deal with the little tykes on a daily basis. Instead he taught Advanced French and Literature.

Subjects he had loved taking in high school now seemed monotonous and Kurt was dying to change it up a bit. Maybe he'd pick up a performing arts or drama class just for something different, something he had a real love for. Kurt missed musical theatre and performing, a lot more than he expected to. He still sang on a regular basis but it was nowhere near as enjoyable when not for an audience.

A light knock was heard and Kurt's head snapped towards the sudden noise.

Standing in the doorway was a smiling young woman he knew very well. Her auburn hair flowed down her shoulders, naturally curled at the ends. It was a beautiful colour and Kurt had threatened the girl's life more than once when she'd considered dyeing it.

"Are you right?" the woman asked, taking in Kurt's dazed expression.

Kurt smiled at his closest friend at work. "Yeah, I'm just tired," he said, using the age-old excuse to cover his true emotions.

Tanya arched an eyebrow and shook her head at Kurt. "You're telling me later! After dinner drinks tonight?"

Kurt grinned. This girl loved her post dinner alcohol. "Maybe if I get some paperwork done beforehand," he invented, wanting to avoid the serious conversation he knew would ensue if he went along. He couldn't quite deal with Tanya's psych analysis just yet. "I am buried under it at the moment."

Tanya rolled her eyes, instantly calling him out on his lie. "Kurt, it's the second day of the school year, how much paperwork can one have?"

Kurt shrugged. "A lot?"

Tanya shook her head again, not pushing the subject and stepped into the room. "It's Margaret's 50th today. We're singing happy birthday in 5."

Kurt slowly began to gather his belongings and avoided Tanya's gaze. "I'm not really in the celebratory mood."

A frown set in on Tanya's face before she took two strides towards Kurt and grabbed her friend's arm, tugging insistently. "There's cake involved!"

Kurt smiled at the attempt. He had to hand it to Tanya, she could be quite persuasive when she wanted to. If the mention of sugary food that would distract Kurt from his dull life hadn't done it, the happy grin on his friend's face would have. "Alright, alright, just give me a sec," Kurt said, picking up the last of his things before falling into step with Tanya as they walked down the corridor towards the staff room.

"I'm glad you're coming," she said truthfully. "This way you get to meet the new first grade teacher. We had a welcome morning tea for him and the two other new teachers yesterday but I didn't see you there."

"Yeah, I had yard duty at lunch," Kurt explained, remembering the tedious hour he'd spent patrolling the middle school the day before.

"Well I'll introduce you. He's a good guy, really nice and funny. His Aunty is a friend of my Mum so I've met him a few times before and was quite surprised to see his familiar face yesterday," Tanya babbled as they came closer to the staff room.

Just before entering she moved her lips closer to Kurt's ear and whispered. "He's super gorgeous so I figured you'd like an introduction."

Kurt blushed slightly and grinned. "Why didn't you tell me this sooner? I think that's more motivation to come here than cake," Kurt joked, hoping his cheeks would de-redden soon. His tendency to blush was something Kurt had had since middle school and absolutely hated.

As soon as Kurt was inside the staff room Tanya made a bee-line to the other side of the room and returned a minute later with a short but admittedly beautiful man. Tanya had not been exaggerating when she said he was gorgeous. He wore well-fitted jeans and a powder blue button-down shirt and Kurt didn't understand how the guy in front of him could look so amazing in something so simple. His hair was lightly gelled, giving him more of a formal appearance but Kurt imagined the curls would look much nicer set free.

Stunning hazel eyes met beautiful glasz as a hand was extended to Kurt.

"Hi, I'm Blaine," the man said as Kurt shook his hand, appreciating the smooth skin, "The new first grade teacher. Blaine Anderson, but the kids call me Mr. A."

Blaine grinned, dazzling Kurt. Even this guy's smile was perfect. Kurt found it hard to drag his gaze back up to Blaine's, having spent a second too long staring at that smile, those teeth, those lips-

"I'm Kurt," he said hurriedly, mentally shaking his thoughts away. "Nice to meet you."

Kurt smiled too, earning another up-turn of the lips from Blaine, which made Kurt's heart skip a beat. He was just so beautiful…

Before they could say anything else a thunder of 'HAPPY BIRTHDAY' was heard as a middle-aged woman entered the room, a look of pleasant surprise etched on her face.

Kurt turned to say something to Tanya but noticed she was nowhere in sight. He'd been so caught up in Blaine's appearance he hadn't noticed Tanya leaving. As a chorus of 'Happy Birthday' began Kurt turned back to face his colleagues and smiled as he saw how delighted Margaret looked at the fact that people had remembered her birthday.

A quarter of the way through the song Blaine nudged Kurt lightly, his eyes widened from realising he didn't know the woman's name.

"Margaret," Kurt whispered directly into Blaine's ear, taking in the delicious smell of the stranger as he pulled away. It was a mixture of cologne, aftershave and what Kurt assumed was just Blaine. If it was a fragrance, Kurt would buy it, Blaine smelt that heavenly.

A loud eruption of 'Hip hip hoorays' jolted Kurt back to reality. He saw a genuine smile on Blaine's face, just as dazzling as before, as he clapped along with everyone in the room.

"The school I worked at the past two years didn't do anything like this," Blaine commented, turning to Kurt, "It was lucky if one person remembered your birthday."

Kurt smiled. It was one thing he liked about this place, there was a real community feel and despite the fact that there was a huge amount of staff everyone was friendly to each other.

"Yeah, birthdays are kind of a big deal," Kurt told Blaine, remembering how shocked he'd been when halfway through his first year he had been welcomed with shouts of birthday greetings and a cake at lunch. He was unaware anyone even knew the date of his birthday, much less that people would go to the effort to make a fuss over him.

"I've been here one day and it already seems like such a nice working environment," Blaine mused, looking around at all the teachers chatting happily amongst themselves.

"It is."

"So, what do you teach?" Kurt smiled at the fact that Blaine wanted to continue chatting. "Are you situated in the elementary school?" Blaine asked almost hopefully.

Kurt laughed. "God no." And then he saw the look on Blaine's face and Kurt hastened to explain. "Not that there's anything wrong with working with younger kids, if I had more patience I wouldn't mind it, I actually love kids, I just couldn't teach them every day."

Blaine still didn't look convinced so Kurt continued. "I actually admire you for being able to teach the same students every single day. I would get sick of them."

Kurt's eyes widened at what he'd just said. "Not that I hate the kids I teach, ugh now I sound like an awful teacher, please don't think I'm a bad person, I'm not." Blaine held back chuckles throughout Kurt's babbling and tried his best to hide a huge grin. "Okay I am going to stop talking as to avoid embarrassing myself even more."

Kurt could feel his cheeks reddening once again and wished he could rewind the last bit of his conversation and take back everything he had said, replacing the words with something much more eloquent.

"So you didn't answer my original question," Blaine said, that grin still gracing his face. "What do you teach?"

"Oh, well, I teach Advanced French which is only for juniors and seniors and then I teach Literature for freshman year and up." Kurt was surprised that what had just come out of his mouth actually sounded coherent. After his big slip up earlier he severely doubted himself when it came to his words. It appeared that Blaine made him flustered and Kurt hoped that if – when - they talked in the future he would find it easier to keep his composure.

"Wow, so you're really good at French?" Blaine asked, truly interested.

"Fluent," Kurt said proudly with a smile.

Blaine looked so impressed. "I could never learn another language properly. I took Latin in high school and that was terrible. I dropped it as soon as my school allowed."

"Well, Latin is pretty dry, I was always interested in French," Kurt explained happily. "It's such a romantic language."

Blaine nodded in agreement.

Tanya returned at that moment, cutting Blaine short, and Kurt wished she hadn't so he could chat to Blaine for longer. He was quite enjoying their conversation, despite embarrassing himself excessively.

Tanya's eyes darted to Kurt's and she gave him a cheeky grin before she turned to Blaine. "Claire wanted to talk to you," she told him, nodding towards the woman sitting at the opposite side of the staff room. "Something about combining classes after lunch for maths."

Blaine nodded at Tanya, who looked delighted, before he faced Kurt. "It was really nice meeting you," he said kindly, patting Kurt on the arm before turning to leave.

A moment or two passed as Tanya and Kurt waited for Blaine to be out of hearing distance. Once he was half way across the room Tanya grinned excitedly at Kurt.

"What do you think?" she asked, almost bouncing with enthusiasm.

Kurt tried to hold back a smile. "He's extremely good looking. And friendly."

Tanya nodded knowingly. "I knew you'd like him. So am I setting you up, or?"

Kurt almost laughed at the suggestion. "Tanya, he's not exactly flamboyant and although my gaydar doesn't specifically point to straight it would be pretty presumptuous to just assume he isn't."

"Oh, he's gay. Remember, my Mum is friends with his Aunty." Tanya grinned at Kurt. "I know these things," she added, tapping her finger to her brain.

Kurt looked over to where Blaine sat, talking with Claire, one of the other first grade teachers. He looked so perfect. Surely he couldn't be real. And that's when Kurt's grin morphed into a frown.

"I'm not in his league, you do realise," Kurt said, trying to keep the disappointment out of his tone.

Tanya looked at Kurt like he was crazy. "Sweetie, you are just as gorgeous! Have you not seen a mirror lately?"

"That's awfully kind, Tanya, and thank-you for the suggestion of playing match maker but he wouldn't want to go out with me anyway." Kurt didn't bother hiding his feelings. He'd stupidly gotten his hopes up; just because Blaine was gay didn't mean he was interested.

Chuckling, Tanya slipped her arm through Kurt's, walking them towards the bench to make a coffee each. "That's where you're wrong. Because he already agreed."

Kurt gave Tanya a look of disbelief. "You already, but, we just met, how," Kurt's words failed him.

Grinning, Tanya explained. "Yesterday I told him there was this amazing guy who taught at his new workplace and that I'd be more than happy to set you two up. He was hesitant at first but I suggested just introducing you both and taking it from there."

Kurt gave his friend a look when he realised she'd planned this out. She just smiled back at him innocently. "That nod to me before he left, that was Blaine saying he wanted to go out with you."

As the words sunk in, Kurt's heart rate accelerated. So maybe this guy was interested in him.

Kurt laughed as he tried to hide his excitement. "It's all so elementary school."

Tanya laughed too before nudging Kurt. "So, what do you say? Am I setting up a date?"

Kurt looked over to Blaine again, already knowing his answer. Their gazes met and Blaine waved childishly before they exchanged a genuine smile.

Turning back to Tanya, Kurt grinned. "I'm in."