Summery: Mr. Schue is fired when he's found guilty of having an affair with one of his students. So the Glee Club at William McKinley high school needs a new Glee director. Soon enough, a new director is found. Blaine Anderson just graduated college and is more ready than every to put his music skills to "some good use". But when Mr. Anderson saves one of his Glee students from being bullied, his world gets turned upside down by Kurt Hummel. Can the two pull off a student-teacher relationship under secrecy? Warning for fluff and such.

A/N: So I would like to point out for the whole entire story, I do not own any of the characters. Now that I've got that out of the way, I would love to thank someone from Tumblr, the account going by the name of: bravery-stupidity for the idea. So I also don't own the full-idea of the story. Enjoy the first chapter!

Chapter One – Holy Mother of Gaga

A hand shot out and pushed Kurt Hummel against his locker just as he turned after closing it. He found himself lucky of his athletic legs that he caught his balance and saved the embarrassment from falling on his ass in front of the whole school. He sucked in a breath as he tightened his messengers bag to his shoulder and waited a moment before heading to French class.

Before Kurt knew it, another hand shot out and pressed against Kurt's chest roughly. Kurt was unlucky this time, loosing full balance and toppling to the floor sloppily. His mouth opened in horror and his eyes bugged out at the football jock glaring before him. Dave Karofsky.

"What did I tell you about returning, fag?" threatened Karofsky.

"Hey!" an angry voice sounded from just down the hall. "What's going on?"

Kurt turned his head to see a male with dark, gelled, curly hair, bushy triangular eyebrows, and a similar messengers bag on his shoulder. Except, his was a light caramel brown color and Kurt's was a very dark ivory brown.

"Go get to class," the male hissed at Karofsky, who had pushed his eyebrows together in frustration and humiliation as he backed away.

Kurt sighed and stared at the floor, not sure if he should get to his feet and head to his next class or stay there until he was completely unnoticeable and blended to the annoying shade of red lockers. The male walked over to Kurt and outstretched a hand to help Kurt up. Not knowing what he was doing, Kurt took the male's hand and was pulled to his feet.

"Thanks..." mumbled Kurt, avoiding the male's eye contact.

The dark-haired male patted Kurt's shoulder. "Any time. If that boy gives you anymore trouble, you come to me, okay?" he asked.

Was he a new student here at William McKinley? He looked young enough. Maybe he was a transferred Senior. Kurt just nodded his head, looking up at the man finally to find himself caught in a pair of flawless hazel eyes like a deer caught in a headlight. His eyes widened. Oh my dear God, Kurt thought. He's flawless!

"You'd better get to class. See ya around," said the male who now walked away.

Kurt stood there like a statue, watching the stranger walk away. He didn't even get to get his name. He was determined to get it later though. Relief washed over him as he sucked in a breath and walked down the halls in a sort of power-walk, hoping he wouldn't be late for French.

I don't understand why Mr. Schue wouldn't agree on me taking over Glee Club!" Rachel ranted on, who was sitting in one of the front chairs in the choir room with an enraged expression, her arms crossed over her chest in a defensive way, and her knees crossed.

Quinn glared at the back of Rachel's head. "Gee, I wander why," she murmured sarcastically as she looked at Finn and rolled her eyes, giving him the how-do-you-stand-her look.

Kurt sat in the empty seat next to Rachel and gave her a bored expression. "Rachel, if you haven't noticed...if we want to go to Sectionals, we need a director," Kurt said in a blank tone.

Rachel ignored Kurt. "All that I'm saying is...I think I speak for everyone when I say that I'd be the perfect director for the Glee Club," said Rachel, her nose stuck up in the air.

"Guys, can I punch the bitch, please?" begged Santana in a sarcastic tone as she shot darts in the back of Rachel's head with her eyes.

"I heard talk that we'd be getting our new director today," said Artie in the background.

Kurt scoffed. "No one wants to direct a Glee Club. Let alone ours, which totally sucked at Regionals last year," complained Kurt in the same bored tone.

Mercedes gave Kurt an offended look.

"You're wrong," spoke a familiar voice.

Everyone looked up at the man who stepped through the door. Kurt dropped his mouth. It was the dark, curly-haired male who saved Kurt from Karofsky earlier.

"Hi, I'm Mr. Anderson and I will be your new Glee director," said the male in a friendly and smooth voice.

"Damn he's hot," mumbled Santana, who was looking Mr. Anderson from head to toes repeatedly, undressing him with her mind.

Mr. Anderson looked at Kurt and smiled, nodding his head. "Glad to see you're apart of this," he said.

"Wait...you're the new director?" blurted out Rachel.

Finn half-smiled. "Sweet," he commented.

Mr. Anderson placed his book bag on the desk nearby and sat down at the piano. "So, you guys didn't win Regionals? Well we're going to make sure we win it this year," he spoke with confidence. "I'm gonna show you guys what I got and then I want you guys to show me what you got," he then added as he flipped up the piano's cover and began playing an oddly familiar melody.

I walked across,

an empty land.

I knew the pathway like the back of my hand.

I felt the earth,

beneath my feet.

Sat by the river and it made me complete.

Everyone's eyes widened and stared at Mr. Anderson. Tears formed in Kurt's eyes as his mouth dropped open in astonishment and how smooth and beautiful Mr. Anderson's voice really was.

Oh simple thing,

where have you gone?

I'm getting old and I need something to rely on.

So tell me when,

you're gonna let me in.

I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin.

I came across,

a fallen tree.

I felt the branches of it looking at me.

Is this the place,

we used to love?

Is this the place that I've been dreaming of?

Kurt found himself looking over at Rachel to see her expression. Defeat. Rachel's big brown eyes were widened with worry and her mouth was dropped wide opened. Kurt smiled. He loved that look on Rachel's face even though they were close friends. Sometimes, she just needed it. Kurt drew his attention back to Mr. Anderson momentarily.

And if you have a minute,

why don't we go,

talk about it,

somewhere only we know?
This could be the end,

of everything.

So why don't we go,

somewhere only we know?

Somewhere only we know...

The room went silent when Mr. Anderson finished off the song. Somewhere Only We Know by Keane. Kurt was highly impressed. Everyone stared at Mr. Anderson, not sure if they should clap or tackle him to the floor. Mr. Anderson looked at the class and smiled as he put the piano cover back down and took his time with getting to his feet.

"Now...for you guys to show me what you got. Everyone's starting fresh this year. You will each audition. I will also put up sign-ups for auditions for others to apply. Auditions start now if you want," Mr. Anderson explained as he shrugged his shoulder and buried his hands in his pockets, gently leaning his backside against the ebony piano behind him.

Kurt just stared, unmoving and unable to blink his eyes in fear of this being a dream. Holy mother of Gaga, I have a crush on the new director.