Author's Note: Hey guys! I am so sorry that it's taken me so long to update. I haven't given up on this fic and I hope that you haven't given up on me either. I've been dealing with a lot of crap lately and I literally have not had time to write nor have I been inspired. I need music to write and it can't be just any music. I need to feel the song and make sure that it fits perfectly. Once the song "picks me", then I can get to writing.

I've been reading the comments and also receiving a lot of messages asking for masturbation scenes, sexy scenes, etc. I get that you guys want smut and I respect that, but I want you to understand something that I'm trying to convey: this isn't a purely sexual relationship. If Blaine only saw Kurt as a piece of ass, he would have already bent him over a desk. Same goes for Kurt. He could have easily given him a handjob one of the times he stayed in the classroom during lunch, but he didn't. They respect each other and feelings are developing. YOU WILL HAVE SMUT, but I want it to have a natural build. I hope you guys respect that. :0)

I know that I suck for making you guys wait so long, but hopefully I won't have another longass hiatus. I want to stay in contact with you guys. Get at me about this. Tumblr message me. Fuss at me. "Where the fuck is this fic? UPDATE!" I'll respond. Peer pressure me into writing! LOL

Fun Note:

To help spark my inspiration, my characters now have Tumblr pages. Feel free to interact with them. It'll help me get into character to write them and helps me get creative!

Kurt can be found here: futureprotegeofgaultier dot tumblr dot com (remove spaces, insert punctuation :P)

AND

Blaine can be found here: professoranderson dot tumblr dot com (you know what to do :0) )

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I'm really hoping that I didn't forget anything. Hope you enjoy!

Chapter 6: Optical Illusions

Today marked a thrilling occasion. Young Hummel now had a new lease on his teenage life due to the wondrous infatuation that is teenage love. While things between the boy and his teacher were still in the early stages of development, he could already tell that he was beginning to give his heart away bit by bit. Yes, everything seemed to be perfect as far as Kurt was concerned. However, that wasn't exactly the case for him when he arrived home that evening.

Rolling into his driveway around 6 o'clock, he thought nothing of the smile that just wouldn't seem to fade away. As he gathered his things, he grabbed his iPhone from the center console and sent a quick text to Blaine before locking his car. Blaine was absolutely wonderful. He was more of a man than Kurt could have ever imagined, but he was right for him. Although it is true for some that young love can be ambivalent, not once did the young boy doubt a single thing he had dreamed up for he and his teacher, his boyfriend.

Waltzing into the house and closing the door behind him, a light vibration began to tickle his hip. Taking the phone out of his pocket, Kurt read the message, feeling his heart begin to beat wildly in his chest.

"Glad to hear that you made it home safely. Can't wait to see your smiling face in the morning. ;0) –B"

He read the message over and over, savoring each word before clutching his phone to his chest. As he turned around to head upstairs to his bedroom, only one thing stood between him and the comfort of his designer sheets: his father, standing directly in his path. When he had turned to scurry out of the living room, Kurt literally ran straight into his chest.

"Who's B?" his father asked.

"W-what?" replied Kurt, taken aback by his father's question.

"That message. It said it was from B. Who's B?"

Trying to be quick on his feet, the boy blurted out the first thing that came to mind.

"B is a friend, Dad."

His father stood there, without saying a word as if he demanded more details.

"Mercedes introduced us. He's a really sweet guy, but he's just a friend."

His father nodded, taking a step back to look at his son.

"Alright, so this friend of yours…is he the one that gave you that mark on your neck?"

Kurt looked at his father in terror when he remembered the day's past events. Blaine had been kissing his neck, nibbling at him almost as if he were trying to devour him. Instantly, the blood rushed to his cheeks, setting his entire face on fire and making it nearly impossible for the boy to lie.

"Santana threw a nail polish bottle at Quinn today in glee club. Unfortunately for me it seems that she has terrible aim. The trajectory of her throw was all wrong due to the slightest twitch in her arm, completely messed up her angle." Grabbing at his neck to cover the spot in which his father was staring, practically burning a hole into his skin with his fiery glare.

"Really, Dad…it's nothing. I-It doesn't even hurt and it's really not anything a little concealer can't fix."

His father was not amused and sadly for Kurt, didn't seem to be buying any of his tall tale.

"Look, Kurt. I may be your dad and I know that you may not always want me to know what's goin' on in your life, but you can't stand here and tell me a bold faced lie. Obviously there's something going on between you and this B kid and you don't want to say anything. I'm not lookin' to win the father of the year award here by digging into your private life, but you can't lie to me if you expect me to trust you."

The color began to drain out of Kurt's face. He hated lying, especially to his father, but in this situation there wasn't anything else he could do. He couldn't come clean about his relationship with Blaine, not yet anyway. Burt had reduced him to a childlike state. Standing in silence, he knew it was best to agree rather than try to argue.

"You're right…and I'm sorry," offered Kurt sincerely. "I just didn't know how you'd react. I remember how uncomfortable things were for you when we had our talk about those kinds of things and wasn't sure if I should burden you with that kind of information until I was sure that things were going well between B and I. It was wrong of me to lie to you and it won't happen again."

Burt sighed, taking off his cap to rub his head before putting it on once more.

"Kurt, just because I'm still getting used to things doesn't mean that I don't want you to share what's going on with you. I'm your dad. I'm always going to be here for you if you need me, no matter what. The topic may not always be comfortable for me, but it doesn't mean that I'm not going to listen and try to help you in whatever way I can. Just…don't lie to me again. If you have plans with that B kid, whose full name I hope you'll tell me one day soon, just let me know. That's all I ask. If things go downhill with you two and you need to talk, I'll be here for that too. Just remember that no matter what happens, honesty is best, okay?"

The good son nodded quickly before pulling his father into a tight hug.

"You have my word, Dad."

Burt half smiled, gave his son a pat on the back, and mussed his hair.

"You want me to make you some toast?"

The next morning, Kurt woke up more refreshed than ever. There was a kind of pep in his step that hadn't quite been there before and every bird outside his bedroom window seemed to be chirping a special song of love, just for him.

Even after going through his entire morning facial regimen, pressing his outfit, perfecting his hair, and making breakfast for the whole family, he still had plenty of time to run to The Lima Bean. After making a quick stop through the drive-thru, Young Hummel arrived exactly twenty minutes early. Pulling into his normal space and shifting into park, he cranked up the radio and allowed himself to bask in the glorious voice of Patti LuPone before absolutely giving it up to head to class at ten til eight.

Much to his surprise, the classroom was relatively quiet for early morning, but he paid it no mind. Settling into the seat next to Mercedes, he pulled out his phone and sent a quick text to Blaine. As soon as he pressed send, he could hear the light sound of a phone chiming in the hallway. This was it. This was the very first time that they'd get to see each other since they became a couple. Trying his best to calm his nerves, he somehow managed to regulate his breathing as he awaited his beautiful man with baited breath.

At 7:56, into the classroom strolled Blaine Anderson, looking incredibly sharp, one might add. Dashing and nearly downright debonair in his light blazer, tight jeans and his button up shirt, the handsome man caused Kurt's jaw to hit the floor. Around his neck, carefully tied into a perfect Windsor knot laid was a red and navy striped tie. While his Mr. Anderson had come to class prepared to teach, Kurt saw Blaine as being just as much of a schoolboy as he was.

With a smile on his face, Blaine sat down his coffee and his satchel before removing his blazer, gently placing it over the back of his swivel chair with utmost care. Grabbing a dry erase marker from the tray below the board, he wrote with a few bold flourishes of the pen.

"So…who's ready to discuss Wuthering Heights?"

An hour and twenty minutes later, class was over and although the boy wished to stay behind to chat with his new flame, he had a test in second period and not a moment to waste. Behind him, a familiar voice called out.

"Hey Kurt! Wait up, boo!"

It was Mercedes. He stopped momentarily, giving her time to catch up.

"'Cedes, I'd love to chat, but I've really got to run. This calculus test is going to be the death of me if I don't have that extra ten minutes to review my formulas."

Mercedes sighed. "Look, there's something I need to talk to you about. I get that you're busy now, but promise me that we'll talk at lunch?"

Kurt nodded quickly as he started to walk away.

"Lunch. Yeah! Sounds good. See you then, Mercedes."

As she stood there in the middle of the hallway, student traffic passing her by, she could only wonder what was going on with her friend. Kurt and Mercedes had immediately taken to each other when they joined glee club. In the beginning, though she thought Kurt would make the perfect boyfriend, it turned out that he'd be the best shopping buddy she'd ever have.

No matter the situation could tell when something was up and right now, something seemed off about Kurt. While she couldn't put her finger on it, Mercedes hoped that come lunchtime she'd have the answer from the boy himself.

Waiting at their favorite table, the cocoa diva sat and patiently awaited the arrival of her fashionably late friend. Once half of her lunch break had passed, Mercedes began to worry. It wasn't like Kurt to skip out on his midday meal. Taking a quick glance around, she noticed that his class was already in the cafeteria, but her fierce friend was still nowhere to be found. After throwing away the remains of her grilled cheese, Mercedes decided to take matters into her own hands and left the lunchroom in search of Kurt.

Heading down the long hallway to her friend's class, Mercedes heard what she thought was the familiar sound of the missing boy's voice. However, there was something strange about all of it, especially since the pleasing sound was coming from the Honors English hall. Wanting to get to the bottom of things, little Aretha slowly made her way towards the joyful noise.

As she neared the open door of the classroom, she noticed that he wasn't alone. To her surprise, as Kurt began to laugh, a soft chuckle had accompanied his own voice, one slightly deeper, but just as hearty. Not wanting to go too much further and be accused of spying, Mercedes pulled her phone out of her pocket and sent her friend a quick text. Within seconds, the young boy's text tone chimed, the sound radiating out into the hallway confirming her suspicions.

With curiosity getting the best of her, Mercedes did her best to inch closer to the door. Finally being able to peer inside, she was taken aback by what she saw. Sitting in the classroom behind his desk sat Kurt…with Mr. Anderson. While they appeared to be having an innocent conversation, Mercedes took notice of something a bit off.

While the two in the classroom continued to cut up, their body language was a little less than appropriate, or so 'Cedes thought. Every time Mr. Anderson would say something funny, he'd lean into Kurt as they laughed together. When he refrained, Kurt would playfully slap his teacher's arm or occasionally rest his forehead against the man's shoulder, but only for a second.

In the hallway behind her, Mercedes could hear mindless chatter, most likely belonging to other students making their way back to class. Quickly, she peeked at her phone, checking the time to make sure that she wasn't tardy. Wanting to give her best friend the benefit of the doubt, she sent Kurt another short text.

"Hey boo! Didn't see you in the cafeteria. You alright?"

Almost instantly, Kurt's phone chimed. Mercedes watched as the boy carefully picked it up and tapped away on the screen before putting it into his satchel. As the two picked up where they left off in their conversation, the bejeweled phone in her hand began to vibrate. He had replied.

"Yeah. Perfect! I just decided to stay in the room and study. Not too hungry anyway. Can we talk later?"

She reread the message a few times, still trying to wrap her head around why Kurt had lied to her. As she stuck her phone in her pocket, ready to head to her own class, Mercedes looked up just in time to see Young Hummel throwing his satchel over his shoulder. He too was leaving for class…or so she thought.

Taking one last look at their professor, Kurt gently caressed his cheek and leaned forward, lightly pressing a kiss to Mr. Anderson's forehead.

Not wanting to wait around for fear that her friend would catch her lurking; Mercedes tried her best to close her mouth and booked it down the hallway. Her mind was racing. What had she just witnessed? Did her eyes deceive her or had Kurt just kissed their teacher? Albeit it was on the forehead, it was still a kiss!

Stopping near her locker to catch her breath, Mercedes still couldn't wrap her head around what had just happened. As much as she wanted to ask Kurt what he was thinking, she knew that she could never break her silence and utter the words, even though there would be no denying what she saw.

As she reached into her locker, she was startled by a voice behind her.

"Mercedes! Hi!" exclaimed Kurt.

Mercedes turned around, trying to maintain composure. "Hey Kurt. What's up?"

"Just finished up some research in the library for a paper that's due next week. Did a little studying, you know, nothing too terribly entertaining," replied her friend with a laugh. "Are you heading back to class?"

"What?"

"I asked if you were heading back to class. I could walk with you."

"Oh…yeah…sure."

Mercedes was praying that Kurt couldn't see through her façade. Though a smile was plastered on her face, she still didn't know what to make of the ordeal with her friend. As they continued down the hallway, she debating what harm could come merely mentioning Mr. Anderson's class…and she would have, if someone else hadn't beaten her to it.

As they were rounding the corner, so did a dark haired gentleman. Polishing an apple against his shirt, Mr. Anderson smiled immediately as he saw them. He purposely knocked his elbow into Kurt and grinned as he passed. "Guys, get to class!"

Kurt chuckled softly. "He's crazy, isn't he?"

"So are you," uttered Mercedes under her breath.

"What was that?" inquired Kurt.

"Yeah, it's true."

There was no way to describe the amount of nausea Mercedes was feeling in that moment. Waves of it washed over her, but there was nothing to be done. Not knowing exactly what had sparked between her friend and English professor was a problem, but she knew that she couldn't ask Kurt for details. After all, she wasn't even supposed to be there. The more she thought about it, the more she prayed that they wouldn't eat her alive.

Upon reaching her classroom, Mercedes had made up her mind. Kurt wasn't keen on the fact that she knew and it was going to stay that way. Yes, she was going to keep her mouth shut. At least, she hoped she could.

Ooooh damn. I sure hope 'Cedes keeps her mouth shut. Again, I'm sorry that it took so long to update. I'll try my best not to take so long next time. If you guys have any questions about the writing process, Blaine's apartment, what's in Kurt's console, etc. feel free to ask. Also, reviews are love and much appreciated! Thank you guys for being such dedicated readers. Love you guys!