A/N: Another late update... I was going to have it up sooner, but things happen and then I went out of town. But here it is, and I've already got half of 7 done. :) and to those of you who were interested in becoming my beta, I'm about to decide which one to contact! Thanks so much 3

Blaine sat at his desk in his classroom with a cup of coffee, his glasses perched on his nose, and a stack of papers waiting to be graded.

He gripped the coffee tightly before taking a sip and setting it back down to replace it with a pen and got to his grading.

And hour passed before he looked up at the clock and he heard the light tapping of fingers against his door.

"Yes?"

He looked over to the door and saw a pair of lace-up boots walk across the threshold, he let his eyes trail over the designer boots, the unbelievably tight jeans that were clutching at his legs perfectly, his purple button up shirt that hugged his slender build beautifully, and finally his creamy face with those beautiful eyes.

"Mr. Anderson..." his eyes flickered to Blaine's lips briefly before looking back up to his eyes because, oh, he had company. "Mercedes and I were wondering if you could come talk to Mr. Schuester now... Glee club is almost over, and we figured it would be best if you could do it so maybe the others could vote if Mr. Schuester isn't perceptive to the idea."

Blaine looked to Mercedes to see if she noticed the way Blaine was looking over Kurt when he first walked in, but the smile she had given him said no. He cleared his throat and looked at all of the papers strewn around his desk. "Alright, but I need to-"

"No, sir. I'm your aid so I'll help you after practice. Come on, Mr. Anderson, we should go now."

It baffled Blaine sometimes that Kurt was such an amazing actor. He walked into Blaine's classroom, looked at his lips one time and that was it. There was nothing in his voice to give it away, nothing in his body language, just... nothing.

Blaine stood up and shook his head slightly before walking out of his door to be met by Kurt and Mercedes as they walked in front of him down the hall. They were chatting about something, Kurt's hands going at an enthusiastic speed. Blaine smiled in admiration and let his eyes trail down to the perfect curve of Kurt's ass. He let his eyes trail up and down Kurt's body as he walked behind them, his eyes snapping up when he realized he was about to walk into the choir room. That would not have been good.

He stepped in and saw Kurt and Mercedes take two seats near the back, next to a student he didn't know, one with a mohawk.

"Well, what a pleasure, Mr. Anderson, what can I do for you?" Blaine looked over at Will in his familiar tan vest and smiled.

"Yes... I was wondering if you needed a co-director. I'm looking for something to do with my free time, and it's all Mr. Hummel talks about when he's aiding." Blaine looked over at Kurt and smiled briefly.

"Oh... well do you have any experience with show-choir?"

Blaine looked around the room with his hand in his pockets. "Well, I was lead soloist for the Dalton Academy Warblers when I was in high school." He looked at the students to get a read on them when his eyes landed on Kurt, who was sitting there looking somewhat shocked. He looked like he was going to say something, but stopped when he realized he was in a classroom with other people.

"Well, that is... okay, then. I suppose I could use some help. I want these guys to win! Most of them are seniors, it'd be nice to see them go all the way." Will smiled and laughed at the class who clapped and hollered. "Would you like to sing something for us? We were taking a free day for them to sing their feelings out today... I've sung for them on numerous occasions."

Blaine looked over at Will and licked his lips nervously, shoving his hands deeper in his pockets. "No, not today. I can just stay and observe, get a feel for everyone." He heard Kurt cough and immediately turned a light shade of pink. Will didn't seem to notice, he smiled and turned to the class, calling a student up.

Blaine sat in a stool to the side of the class. He watched various students get up and sing. They were all extremely good and with a little discipline and a good set list, he could definitely see them winning at Nationals.

When it was Kurt's turn, Blaine kept his eyes focused toward the front where he was staring. He didn't remember what the song was or how long it lasted, he just remembered Kurt's beautiful countertenor filling the room. The sound humming in his ears. He closed his eyes and listened to the tone that was coming from his boyfriend. His boyfriend. Blaine smiled and opened his eyes to find Kurt looking at him, barely, but he was looking at him.

Blaine swallowed hard and clapped softly like he did after every performance. They sat through a few more songs, the students talked a little and Blaine sat uncomfortably with Will. They didn't talk about anything besides Glee club and what Blaine could do to help.

Blaine heard some chatting and scraping of chairs, he looked up to see Kurt and a few more students laughing about something while the walked towards the door. Kurt stopped near Blaine and called out that he'd see everyone tomorrow. Will had a confused look on his face, but Blaine smiled and nodded a hello at Kurt.

"Mr. Anderson, how many papers do you have to grade? I told my dad I'd be late, but I told him I wasn't sure how long."

Blaine chuckled. "I could be here all night, you don't have to stay Kurt."

"Mr. Anderson, it's part of my curriculum, I skipped 6th period with you because I was staying after practice. I'll help you so you don't have to stay all night."

"I don't-"

"You better just let him, Blaine. This one is stubborn, if he says he wants to do something, he won't let up. Besides, you don't want to be here all night."

Blaine let out a long breath and nodded slowly. "Alright, but if I'm here past 6, you're going home." Blaine looked Kurt in the eyes, and Kurt returned the stare.

"Deal!" He smiled and walked out of the door, presumably to Blaine's classroom.

"He's a dedicated one, isn't he?" Blaine chuckled softly and stood up.

He made to walk out the door when Will stopped him. "Hey, thanks for the offer, I think I really need the help. These kids are talented, but I think we need some fresh ideas."

"Oh, you're welcome. I've kind of missed it, so it's nice to help."

They smiled at each other and waved before Blaine slipped out the door and to his class. When he walked in the door, he saw Kurt sitting at his desk, opposite where Blaine sat, with a pen in his hand, hunched over some papers with the tip of his tongue sticking out in concentration.

He sat down silently and picked up a stack of papers. They didn't speak for a good thirty minutes. They each sat there, grading papers wordlessly, glancing at each other every once and awhile.

There was a soft knock at the door, and someone opened it. Will stuck his head in and smiled at the teacher and the student working there. "Bye Blaine, Kurt. See you tomorrow. Have a good evening." He waved his hand and pulled the door closed with a soft click.

The two sat there, working and listening for the soft roar of an engine. When Blaine heard it, he stood and walked to the window watching Will's beat up car pull out of the school's driveway and down the road. He felt a pair of soft hands on his biceps, fingers trailing gently up and down, sending shivers up his spine. "Kurt."

Kurt pressed his lips to Blaine's neck gently before Blaine turned around and crashed their lips together in a needy kiss, all tongue and teeth. He felt Kurt groan into his mouth as Blaine pushed him back and turning him so Kurt's back was against the wall. "God, your jeans."

"I wore them for you," Kurt whispered against Blaine's lips before tilting his head back to expose the soft, pale skin of his neck.

Blaine immediately attached his lips to the hallow of his neck, biting gently, eliciting a moan from the younger boy in front of him. "We haven't been able to be alone in a week and a half."

"I know." Kurt bucked his hips forward, letting out a small moan. "Homework." His nails scratched down Blaine's biceps.

"Homework isn't important." Blaine trailed his tongue from the back of Kurt's ear down to where his neck and shoulder meet, sinking his teeth in lightly and sucking at the spot.

He felt the vibrations in his mouth from where Kurt started laughing softly. "Says the teacher."

"Shh."

They stayed like that, kissing in the dimly lit classroom against the wall, groans, whines, and moans from both of them.

They'd been together for a month. Kurt's been to Blaine's house twice, they hadn't gone any further than this. Blaine kept telling Kurt no, because he knew Kurt wasn't ready.

They talked about it once after school. Kurt told Blaine that he wasn't sure about sex, it made him nervous. And while Blaine's heart sank at the confession, he understood. Blaine wasn't going to push Kurt into anything he wasn't ready for. He noticed that he'd been getting a little more comfortable as the days went by. They touched a little more, Kurt let the noises that formed deep in his throat out.

Blaine decided that it was all up to Kurt how fast they go. Blaine wasn't going to make any moves unless Kurt made them first.

The clock read six o'clock way too fast. Kurt pushed Blaine off of him, his hands against Blaine's chest. He watched his hands rise and fall with each breath. "I have to go," he whispered softly.

Blaine sighed and turned away. He hated that they had to sneak around like this. He hated that he'd never be able to meet Kurt's parents as anything other than his history teacher. He hated that everything they had was stolen moments in his classroom. But for some reason, he really liked Kurt. He couldn't exactly explain it, but he wanted this to work more than he ever wanted anything.

"I know." He walked to his desk and packed up some papers in his briefcase.

Kurt walked over and rested his hands on Blaine's shoulders. "I'm sorry," he mumbled against Blaine's neck, kissing there softly.

"It's okay, Kurt. This isn't exactly a normal relationship."

"I think we should have a talk... figure out how we want to go about this, because this," Kurt gestured the space in the room. "is not a relationship. Not really. I want a plan, so we can actually spend time together."

Blaine nodded, not looking up to meet Kurt's eyes who was now standing in front of the desk with his palms laid out flat on top of it. "You're right."

"Of course I am." He walked around the desk and wrapped his arms around Blaine's neck. "You need to learn early on that I am always right, Mr. Anderson."

Blaine groaned and rolled his eyes. "There is something seriously wrong with me, I think. You calling me Mr. Anderson really turns me on."

Kurt smirked and pressed their lips together. "Well, I'll have to remember that for future reference." He untangled himself from Blaine and walked over the the door, grabbing his bag and lifting it to his shoulder. "I'll see you tomorrow, Mr. Anderson."

"Thank you for helping me grade some of these papers, Mr. Hummel."

"Anytime." Kurt smiled and walked out the door, leaving Blaine in the silence.

Kurt walked around the park with his pea-coat wrapped tightly around him, his scarf ruffling lightly as the wind picked up. He never would have thought that he would actually have a boyfriend, much less a teacher. Despite how wrong the whole situation seemed, he was so extremely happy. Blaine was incredible, loving, gentle, and understanding. Kurt loved looking at him, remembering every dip in his skin, every small imperfection that he could trace with his tongue, and every taut muscle.

He wasn't sure how he got so lucky to have a beautiful, mature, intelligent man. Blaine was everything Kurt wanted that high school boys couldn't give him. He brought out these feeling that Kurt didn't think he could feel. He loved touching him, tracing his finger across his olive skin, he often wondered what it would feel like against his tongue. He wondered what that hardness he felt at the front of his pant felt like against his own. What it felt like in his hand, mouth.

But it scared him. Feeling that way. He couldn't even watch those movies without breaking into a nervous sweat. He still couldn't, but Blaine made him want to learn first hand. They talked about it, and they decided that Kurt needed to make the moves if he wanted to go further, because Blaine didn't want to push him if he wasn't ready. While the idea terrified Kurt, he felt it was a good idea, and a sweet thing that Blaine is the one who suggested it.

He dropped his vehicle off at the house and told his dad he was going to the park for awhile when he got home around 6:30. Three hours later, he was still walking in the park. When he realized the time, he decided to make his way to the house. Pulling his coat a little tighter around himself, he started his short walk.

He was ready to go further, he just didn't know how to go about it. He knew that Blaine wasn't going to make the first move, so it was up to him, but he never made any moves when it came to sex. First things first, they needed alone time. At his house. Kurt refused to go any further in a dirty classroom, worried if someone was going to catch them.

He walked into his house, all of the lights except for the kitchen, off. He shut the door with a soft click and shucked off his coat and scarf, hanging them in the closet by the door. He unlaced his wet boots and placed them in the corner.

He walked to the kitchen and got himself something to drink before heading up to his room and getting ready for bed, and finishing his skin care routine off and climbing into bed. He decided that he'd talk to Blaine tomorrow while they were grading papers. He wouldn't tell him that he wanted to go further, but he would tell them that they needed to talk as soon as possible about what they needed to do. They both basically admitted tonight that they needed to figure something out because the classroom romance just wasn't enough. Kurt was fine not going out in public, but he'd rather be at Blaine's house where they were safe and alone.