Teach Me What You Know

A/N: Hello all!

This story is based on a prompt I received from a tumblr anon. He/She requested a teacher!Kurt fic with badboy!inexperienced!Blaine. I promised that after I wrapped up Sweat, it would be started, so here we go!

It starts off slow, but there will be holes filled (lol no) chapter after chapter.

Enjoy :)

Warnings: Sebastian Smythe.

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee.

Chapter 1

"When the school district sent me your resume, I have to say I was thoroughly impressed Mr. Hummel."

Kurt stared at the toupee of the man interviewing him with great disdain. He didn't even try with the hairpiece; it was a couple shades darker from the actual hair the man did have left. Pushing his thoughts away and trying his best to ignore the piano tie the principal wore, Kurt gave a proud nod at the words of praise being showered over him.

"Thank you, Principal White."

"Usually they don't even try," the older man reached for his coffee mug that read '#1 Dad' and took a swig, one finger in the air as if to put Kurt on hold. Kurt nodded as he waited patiently, taking the time to observe the principal's office. It wasn't much different from the days he spent in McKinley when Figgins was in charge, but there were the slightest hints of subtleties that differentiated the two. More plaques decorated this room and a few more trophies were on display, but everything else seemed the same. It was a bit of nostalgia for the man who swore he'd never cross the threshold of McKinley High again. But yet, here he was, applying for a job.

When Kurt tuned back in, he heard the principal continuing with his earlier thought. "Usually the board just hires whatever they can find. You know substitute teachers don't need much education, or many credentials," Kurt nodded as the man went on, "so they tend to accept whatever is out there. But you young man, you should be applying to teach full-time permanent. I see where you placed on your Praxis exam, and you're fluent in French? This all seems too good to be true!" he exclaimed in what seemed to be disbelief. Kurt didn't get the big deal. "The last sub they sent to McKinley was some accountant that was just laid off and couldn't find a job elsewhere, not someone actually interested in being here. I have high hopes for you, Mr. Hummel."

Kurt smiled at the sweet compliment. "Thanks. I'm sure I would apply for a permanent position if I had the time and schools had the budget to pay another teacher. I'm working on my master's right now anyway and studying is definitely a priority."

Principal White began to scribble something down on Kurt's file as he nodded. "That's great. It's good to hear priorities play a role in your decision making. You'll be a fine educator when the time presents itself," he clasped the file shut as Kurt folded his hands in his lap. "Now you know the object of your assignment here," the heavyset gentleman continued, stroking his dark mustache. "Mrs. Frances is going on maternity leave for six weeks and you are going to stand in for her classes. She teaches World History and an AP European History course. Do you think you can handle that?"

Kurt smiled. "I can."

"Great," the principal smiled in return. "You'll start officially on Monday, but I'll let you meet up with her after school today and get into the flow of things."

"That sounds excellent," Kurt grabbed his briefcase and accepted the outstretched hand of Principal White, both men smiling at the exchange.

"Now—"

He was cut off by a young woman bursting into the room with a panicked expression on her face. Kurt turned to face her the moment she began speaking, his eyebrow lifted curiously.

"Principal White, I'm sorry to interrupt—"

"No, no, we were just finishing up here. What's wrong?"

"Coach Smith just sprained his ankle in gym. He can't even get up. The ambulance is on the way now."

Kurt winced at the story remembering the time Finn did the same, leaving him stuck 'babysitting' for a couple weeks. It wasn't a pretty sight.

Principal White sighed and brought a sweaty palm up to his forehead. His distress was rather evident and Kurt felt awkward standing there, all until the man looked up with a rather interesting smile. It was a smile that Kurt wasn't so sure how to feel about.

"How'd you like to start today instead?" he asked hopefully.

"Filling in for gym?" Kurt questioned incredulously, playing at his tie with a grin shortly after. "Oh no, I'm not one for sports. I'll stick to the classroom."

"No," the principal cut in, "not gym. With Smith out, I need a fill in for detention."

Kurt stared at the man's pleading face and frowned. There was no way he intended on spending an hour after school with a bunch of the next generation's Puckermans, but saying no wouldn't look too great on his future employment status— if this whole substitute thing worked out that was.

"I thought I was supposed to meet up with Mrs. Frances?"

"That can wait until tomorrow," Principal White stood up now and led the way out of his office, "I assume you remember your way around the building?"

Kurt nodded, following closely behind him and entering the halls. Paramedics were rushing inside and some students were poking their heads out into the hallway. "I do."

"So can I rely on you? The kids will be in the library at 3 sharp. If not, write them up and they'll earn themselves another week. What do you say, Mr. Hummel?

Kurt sighed, considering it. It was only an hour right? What was the worst that could happen?

"I'll do it."

….

Kurt spent the hours in between his interview and waiting for detention to start in his car, going over the curriculum of the history classes he'd be teaching. Luckily, he'd always done well in the subject, from simple classes in grade school, to the more intricate ones in college. And while being a teacher hadn't always been something Kurt aspired to be, he hoped that he could make the most of it. Maybe even make a difference to a kid who needed him.

After a glance at his watch, Kurt realized it was half past two. That would be just enough time to head to the Lima Bean for a coffee. Heaven only knew how much he'd need it after monitoring detention.

He quickly got caffeine and made his way back to McKinley, entering the building as students were leaving for the day. A few glanced at him in passing, others not really paying him any attention. Kurt shouldered his bag and worked his way past the crowd of rushing teens in attempt to make it to the second floor library in time.

Kurt took a deep breath in preparation, not sure what waited on the other side. He wasn't even sure why he agreed to this on his first day. He had the roughest time in high school with bullies, and there were more than likely going to be a bunch of bullies and troublemakers in detention right now.

Despite this, he pushed the wooden door open and walked inside.

...

The library was oddly quiet. There were students inside; a few were actually reading and studying, others sat with their heads down. Kurt stepped further into the room and placed his styrofoam cup onto the librarian's desk before taking a seat.

The sound of his chair dragging across the floor made the eight students present look up at him. Kurt smiled softly and took a seat, pulling out the attendance list Principal White gave him to do roll call. He decided to give an introduction because of the confused faces on the teenagers around him.

Clearing his throat, he spoke clearly. "Good Afternoon. My name is Mr. Hummel and I'll be filling in for detention today—"

"Are you new?" a girl asked, adjusting the wide frames on her nose. Kurt nodded.

"I guess you can say that. I'll be substituting for a few history courses while Mrs. Frances is on maternity leave."

The students who were studying gave him a brief once over and nodded, turning back to what they were doing. The others who Kurt assumed were there for detention only stared at him. In the back of his mind, Kurt was curious as to how long it'd be before he was challenged. To be perfectly honest, he probably didn't come off as one of those intimidating types, like Coach Sylvester, who could keep students in check just by staring at them, let alone the psychotic rages she'd go on. Kurt was a little more easy-going, and it seemed like these kids could smell it on him.

There was a girl with short, dark hair who pulled out a lighter and began to flick it. There was a boy in a letterman, most likely a football player (and wow, they somehow managed to make the letterman jacket less fashionable than it was in his days here at McKinley) with a low cut caeser, more than likely thinking about just getting up and leaving if the sly smirk he was wearing was any indication of that. There was a kid with his feet up on the desk and shades on. He was staring as well—at least Kurt believed that was what was going on behind the dark Ray-Bans. The rest of them were quiet as well, only watching for their substitute's next move. Kurt remained calm, knowing that if he let these kids walk over him now, he'd stand no chance when he started his actual assignment on Monday.

"Alright," he looked down at the list, "I'm going to do attendance. When I call your name, please let me know if you're present."

"That's usually how attendance works," The smug jock stated, smirking at Kurt and then rolling his eyes, his head falling on folded arms on top of the library desk. Kurt looked at him for a while but ignored him, beginning the simple task he was trying to accomplish.

"Akron, K?"

"Present," the girl with the lighter said in a deep voice, watching him as she flicked it continually.

"Great," Kurt mumbled as he resumed, "Alexander, D?"

"Yeah," a teen wearing all black said nonchalantly, looking down at a few papers. Kurt nodded and continued.

"Anderson, B?"

It was quiet. Kurt looked around, waiting for someone to say here, but that didn't happen. He repeated the name in case they didn't hear him.

"Anderson, B?"

"He obviously isn't here, brightness," the jock drawled out, head still on his arms. The other students laughed, save the ones studying who looked up at the new teacher expectantly.

If Kurt was going to have any type of respect going forward, he needed to put his foot down now. That's just what he intended to do.

"I guess I'll put you down for an extra day of detention, since you don't get the concept of detention," Kurt's voice was loud and clear as the students watched the scene play out. "The whole idea is for you to come in here and keep your mouth shut. But don't worry, you can try again tomorrow. Practice makes perfect."

All the students were quiet, looking over to the letterman clad boy now. He had the slightest hint of anger written on his face, but tried his best to hide it. This kid wasn't used to being told off by a teacher, and in his head he was even more bothered by the fact that it was an obviously effeminate substitute. No straight guy had skin that smooth and manicured fingers, or spent that much time getting their hair to stand like that.

Totally gay.

"Good luck writing me up when you haven't even called my name yet," he responded, rolling his eyes out of boredom in the process.

Kurt smirked, accepting the challenge. "Oh? Well I'll just tell Principal White that there was a jock in detention with a horrible haircut and bad skin who couldn't keep quiet. He'll know who I was talking about."

A couple kids snorted, holding back their laughter, and the jock scowled at them, putting his head back down after saying 'whatever'.

Kurt continued with attendance, and after a few names were called, he was interrupted again by a knock on the door. Reminding the students to stay quiet, Kurt got up and walked over. So far things were going better than he expected, believe it or not.

When he opened the door, Kurt gave a friendly smile to the couple standing in front of him.

One had to be faculty. He was tall and built rather nicely, Kurt thought as he gave him a subtle once over. His brown hair was styled nicely, and he had a rather charming smile.

When he laid eyes on Kurt, his smile grew even wider, holding the arm of the teen with him tightly, while adjusting his tie with the other hand.

"Hello," he breathed out, green eyes shining. The student with him observed Kurt too, taking in the wonderfully fitted slacks and top Kurt wore with the fashionable skinny tie. He then switched focus to the teacher grabbing him by the arm and smirked.

"Hi," Kurt replied, looking at the two curiously. "Umm…is he one of mine?"

Kurt had to clear his throat a few times because the man opposite him was simply staring with parted lips. He was cute, Kurt thought, maybe a couple years older. Brilliant smile, amazing eyes, nice height… not bad. Quite nice actually. Not that Kurt was looking for a relationship at work or anything. Those didn't work.

"Yeah, yes he is," he responded, shaking his head and letting the kid go. "His name is Jeff, and I caught him and his buddies— who I'm sure are supposed to be in here with him— leaving school grounds. I could only catch this one though," he looked at the blond teen next to him with an annoyed look, and Jeff only shrugged.

"Those assholes ran off and left me. Can I just come inside the library Mr. …?

"Hummel," Kurt said with a smile. "Mr. Hummel."

The other teacher smiled and Jeff rolled his eyes. "Can I come in, Mr. Hummel? I can't watch Mr. Smythe being pathetic any longer."

Kurt smirked, stepping aside to let the boy in. "Please take out something to study and stay quiet."

Jeff rolled his eyes as he entered. "You're pushing it, Hummel."

Kurt watched him walk over to the seats and pull out his cell phone. He shook his head, stuffing a hand in his pocket as he turned back towards the door.

"So thanks for finding me another wonderful student to spend the next hour with, Mr. Smythe. I really didn't have enough."

"Call me Sebastian," the taller man reached out his hand and Kurt took it, admiring the firmness of his handshake. "I teach music and band. I haven't seen you around before though, have I?"

Kurt looked down at their hands still laced together and pulled it away, trying his best not to color. "Well today was my interview. I'll be here while Mrs. Frances is on maternity leave, so six weeks or so."

"And White forced you into detention duty how exactly?"

They both smiled at one another.

"Oh," Kurt began, "Coach Smith sustained an injury so I said I'd help out. So far it hasn't been so bad. Just one knuckle head," he turned back to the jock before facing front again, "but nothing I can't handle."

"Good to hear," Sebastian said, and Kurt could swear this guy was staring at his lips as he spoke. Kurt looked away briefly and took a quick breath.

"Erm, well let me get back to this. Thanks again."

Sebastian caught his eyes and smiled. "I'll see you around, Mr. Hummel."

"Kurt," he grinned back, waving goodbye at the retreating music instructor. Sebastian waved and eventually faced forward, swaggering down the hall.

He made his way to the librarian's desk again, ignoring the stares of that blonde kid—Jeff, he remembered, and returned to the list.

"Duval, N?"

"That's my stupid boyfriend," Jeff said, returning focus to the phone. "He and Blaine—Anderson, B— are supposed to be here, but they decided to run off and leave when Smythe showed up. Didn't warn me or anything."

He looked back to his phone and typed out a friendly message.

To: Blaine & Nick

I fucking hate you guys.

Kurt smiled at the story, shaking his head and marking absent on the names of the two who skipped. "That's too bad. I hope your boyfriend and other partner in crime don't mind detention on a Friday tomorrow?"

Jeff smirked and shrugged. "If they show up, that is. So what are you in for?"

Kurt smiled, ignoring him. "Morrison, R?"

The jock looked up. "Present."

Kurt nodded, putting a star next to his name. The letterman clad teen continued, "And why is it that he gets to run his mouth? Some sort of gay alliance you two have going?"

Kurt raised an eyebrow at this Morrison kid and chose to ignore him, only marking him down for another day, while Jeff stood up from his seat and looked toward him. "Roger, do you really want to fuck with me today? Really?"

"You aren't shit without your two homo sidekicks so why don't you relax?"

Kurt stood up quickly and spoke with a loud voice. "Morrison, congratulations on an extra day, and Mr. Sterling, would you like to come in tomorrow as well?"

Jeff turned away from the jock with a smirk and shook his head. "No. I'll handle him tomorrow."

Kurt watched the blonde sit back down and pull out his cell phone as he gave warning to the students; some looking intently, others a little hopeful for a fight between the bad boy and the jock, others worried they wouldn't get their studying done because of all of the racket. "Now, I'm sure Coach Smith doesn't have to put up with any of this. I expect the same respect that other teachers at this school get, and I in turn will give you respect. It's that simple," he looked at Roger who was rolling his eyes away. "Otherwise, we can make things a lot harder than they need to be."

"Sorry, boss." Jeff said, finally looking up. "It won't happen again."

Kurt looked at him, and then the other students, and took a seat. He reached for his coffee and took a long drink, hoping that time would go by quickly and the rest of detention would be uneventful.

….

"You are not getting any ass tonight," Blaine snatched the cigarette away from his friend as they snuck through the parking lot. Nick smiled, watching his friend take a drag.

"I bet I will. He can't stay mad at me for long."

Blaine rolled his eyes. "Yeah, okay."

Both of their cell phones went off at the same time and they smiled, knowing it was from Jeff.

I fucking hate you guys.

"Like I said, no ass," Blaine said with a grin. Nick snatched his cigarette back after reading the message and shoved his friend away.

They play fought all the way out the school yard and off the property, over to where Blaine parked his bike. Nick intended to wait on his boyfriend so he leant against the wall smoking.

"Where are you off to now? Or should I say who?" Nick asked, staring at the message his boyfriend sent this time.

From: Jeff

I think I'll cheat on you with the detention teacher. Smoking Hot.

"Eww." Nick said, showing Blaine the message. He took the phone and raised an eyebrow.

"Since when is Coach Smith hot?"

"I don't know," Nick answered, shaking his head. He typed out a message in response.

To: Jeff

Have fun with that huge, sweaty, log. Whatever floats your boat babe.

Blaine shook his head at the two of them. "I'm just going to stop by Timmy's place. He said his parents are away." Blaine lied, knowing that he'd be going straight home.

It was funny (in a sad way) that Blaine had kept up this façade as long as he had. In McKinley, he was known as this bad boy with the tattoos and cocky attitude that spelt S-E-X. He looked the part—leather jackets in the winter with the dark jeans, and in the warmer weather like now, tight t-shirt with his arms exposed, showing a sleeve of tattoos that ended at his wrist, khaki shorts maybe a little lower than where they should be on his hips, and stupidly expensive sneakers that no one in their right mind should purchase. He flirted with all the girls and they loved it, knowing they had no chance since he was out, but totally head over heels anyway, and he pretended to have fucked this guy, and that guy, mostly college students. Even his best friends had no idea of the truth.

Blaine Anderson had never been kissed.

He never touched a guy, or had been touched in the ways he'd dreamed. He'd never received a soft peck after a date, or gone on one to begin with. Blaine was a virgin in more areas than one.

But he pretended he was the most experienced guy around, and did a damn good job of it. And it wasn't just for the hell of it. He totally had his reasons.

Nick nodded at what his friend said, though he shook his head shortly afterwards. "You need to settle down like me."

Blaine laughed, "Your boyfriend is threatening to cheat on you with our sweaty gym teacher. I'll pass," He grabbed for his helmet and continued to laugh, ignoring the scowl of his best friend.

"Another text," he said aloud, reading it so Blaine could hear, mimicking Jeff's voice. "It's not Smith, stupid, it's a new sub. Mr. Hummel, who I plan to pummel into the mattress, if you know what I mean."

Blaine smiled after hearing the message, watching his buddy's brows furrow. "Yeah. I'd love to settle down like you, Nick. You must be so happy."

Nick flipped him the finger and started walking away. "Go have fun fucking whomever. I'm totally about to go kick my boyfriend's ass."

Blaine smirked and hopped onto his Honda CBR, fastening his helmet and revving the engine. A few guys walked by, eyeing him closely, sending him a head nod. Blaine watched them go by and nodded a greeting in return before pulling off.

….

Kurt woke up Monday morning with a smile. It would be his first full school day in front of a class. He felt confident and sure that it would go well.

He already had students who liked him. A few of the kids from the library were in the classes that Mrs. Frances taught. He sat in and watched on Friday to get the hang of what to expect. She introduced him to the class and they greeted him warmly, especially the ones that remembered him from the previous day. That was unexpected. He thought they wouldn't be too fond of him.

Kurt ended up at the Lima Bean, purchasing a non-fat mocha as he thought about it. What if they were being polite because their teacher was there? What if today there'd be hell because he was on his own?

And now, that happy mood was gone completely.

….

This wasn't so bad.

His first class went well. He spoke to the students, they introduced themselves, and from there they did a little background review of what they'd learned since the last test.

The same thing went with his AP class, though he ended up gushing with the students about how amazing European history was. They smiled back eagerly, engaging in conversation as well. Kurt had to remind himself he was supposed to be teaching, but the bell rang a minute afterwards.

He'd do better tomorrow.

Now, as he stood preparing for his fifth period class, he watched the students trickle in. The set of twin girls that he remembered all too well from Friday swayed in, sending him flirtatious winks. Kurt shook his head and stuffed his hands in his pockets, waiting patiently for the rest.

He saw Sebastian walk by with a bunch of papers, stopping by the door to say hello. Kurt smiled warmly and returned a hand wave, watching as the older teacher smiled and walked off.

Not bad at all, he thought.

The final bell rang, and a couple seats were left empty, but Kurt stepped forward and introduced himself once more.

"Hello everyone! You guys should remember me from Friday. My name is Mr. Hummel and I'll be here to fill in for Mrs. Frances and make sure everyone is ready for the regents examinations come June."

Some students smiled. Others looked up, trying not to fall asleep Kurt assumed. It would be fun trying to keep everyone interested. But he had his ways.

"Now. I want to start off simple and get to know you guys—"

"We want to get to know you too," one of the twins said with a grin. The other bit her lip as she looked at him; all porcelain skin and rosy lips, perfectly styled light brown hair and an angled nose. She ran her eyes down his body, admiring the soft blue of his dress shirt and green and navy of his tie, and the way his hips looked in the dark slacks he wore.

"Umm, yes," he resumed, looking back at the class. "So before I get into our lesson, can you guys please just tell me a bit about yourselves? Anything appropriate you'd like to share."

The kids smirked and began. About five minutes in, when they were almost up to the last row, two knocks sounded at the door before it flew open.

Kurt and the rest of the class looked at the source of the commotion and saw three boys; Jeff, he remembered, was standing there with wide eyes when he saw Kurt, followed by two dark haired boys, each a bit shorter. One sort of stopped in his tracks, Kurt noticed, and as he went to look at him more closely, the blonde jumped in his face.

"Mr. Hummel! What a pleasant surprise!" Jeff turned around and glared at Nick before walking closer to the teacher. "How's it going so far?" he questioned, smiling at the students who all wore equally annoyed faces.

"It was going well, Mr. Sterling." Kurt said with a glare. "You know, before you interrupted our lesson. Have a seat."

"He's not in this class," another teen said from the back of the room. Jeff looked at him and the boy sunk down at his seat.

"Jeff—"

"I'm going."

Kurt sighed, shaking his head as the boy left. On the way out he stopped to talk to one of the guys, while Kurt noticed the other standing there as if he was stuck. He took in his appearance, the tattooed arms, wild and curly hair, black earring—all of which were contrasted by the softness of hazel eyes. He raised an eyebrow and smiled warmly at him, motioning over to the empty seats as Jeff left and slammed the door closed behind him.

"I'm guessing you two belong here?"

"Unfortunately," one of the twins, Amelia, drawled out. The students giggled, all except for her sister Anastasia who only undressed Kurt with her eyes. He ignored her and told his students to take a seat.

"Sir yes sir," the other said, mock saluting. He tapped his buddy who was still a little dazed, Kurt thought, and they both walked into their aisle, hitting the girls on their way by.

"I guess I should let you know now that I don't tolerate lateness."

Blaine licked his lips as he took a seat. Nick was apologizing for their tardiness, still pretending he was a model student that had a little slip up, though Kurt could see straight through it. He knew the bad boys when he saw them.

Neither Nick nor Blaine usually came to this class at all. Mrs. Frances was a huge bitch. They'd skip class with Jeff and go hang in the back staircase, smoking a little more than cigarettes and hustling other kids in dice games like craps. But since they cut class the last couple weeks, both figured they'd show their faces.

Thank goodness they did.

Jeff was right. This guy was freaking hot. Mr. Hummel, Blaine remembered, had the most beautiful eyes, and looked great dressed up in a shirt and tie, but suddenly he wanted to know what he looked like dressed down casually, maybe in some tight jeans and—

"Dude?" Nick slapped his friend in the arm. Blaine looked over, licking his dry lips.

"What?" he asked defensively.

Great, now he was crushing on a totally inaccessible guy. A fucking teacher.

"Calm down before you get a boner. You're eye fucking this guy like no one else is in the room!"

Blaine smirked at his friend, trying to come back down to earth. "There wasn't for a minute."

Mr. Hummel continued to speak, allowing the student who was interrupted to get his introduction out. Nick however was not interested and started up a conversation with his best friend.

"Call of Duty marathon at my place after school?"

Blaine shrugged, leaning back in his seat and loudly crumbling up a sheet of paper in hopes that he could get the attention of this hot substitute. "I don't know. I'm supposed to babysit for Coop. You could always come over to my place and—"

"Nope," Nick rolled his eyes, drawing something lewd on the desk. "Not getting put on poop patrol with you again. Coop didn't even pay me last time."

Kurt looked away from the student speaking - a boy named Tyler, who was sharing with the class his favorite lesson they'd learned so far when he saw the curly haired kid that showed up late running his mouth with his partner in crime- both apparently in deep conversation. They were practically speaking louder than Tyler, and throwing paper balls in the air, having no regard for their teacher or the rest of the class.

"Excuse me gentlemen," he said, apologizing to Tyler for being interrupted once again.

Nick and Blaine both looked up, Nick with an innocent smile and Blaine a light smirk. "Yes sir?"

"Since you both want to talk so bad, tell me your names and a little about yourselves."

Nick sighed, ruffling his hair. Kurt sat on top of his desk, eyeing the two boys expectantly. "Who's first?"

"I'm Nicholas Duval and I'm a senior here. I was born in Chicago so if you're wondering why I show up late it's because we're in different time zones and I'm still getting used to it here."

Kurt rolled his eyes rather hard at this and so did Nick's friend. "You moved from there when you were five, Nick," he said. "I think that's more than enough time to get used to an hour time difference, dumb ass."

When the kids laughed, Kurt smiled and shushed them. "Simmer down guys," he looked at the curly haired boy next who was dodging a hit from Nick, and waited for his explanation. The boy wore one of those smug faces and Kurt knew he found his personal Puckerman. There was one in every grade. This must've been the seniors'.

"What about you? Introduce yourself."

"I'm Blaine," he said simply, tossing the paper ball in the air and catching it.

Kurt made a motion with his hands trying to relay that he wanted more information. "What's your last name, Blaine? And tell me something about you."

Blaine smirked, having every intention to hold up his façade with this guy—despite how bad he wanted to show someone the real him. "Blaine Hummel if I'm lucky," he winked and the class giggled, Nick slapping five with him.

Kurt smirked in turn, glancing down at the attendance sheet next to him. "Oh…" he trailed off, looking up and landing his eyes on the tattooed teen, "You're Blaine Anderson. The Anderson, B who was supposed to be in detention last week… and I'm assuming you're Duval, N. Am I right?"

The class started 'oooooo'ing and Kurt raised an eyebrow expectantly as the boys played ignorant.

"No idea what you're talking about, Mr. Hummel."

Kurt smiled at them and hopped down off the desk, standing in front of his class.

"I'll tell you all what. I could be that teacher that freaks out and yells, throwing someone in detention every five minutes—"

"Oh you mean like Mrs. Frances?" Nick interrupted with a grin, smiling at the laughs of his classmates. Blaine only kept his eyes glued on the teacher's soft features.

"Or…" Kurt continued, smiling but ignoring him. "I could be the teacher that I'd actually like to be. The one who gives respect to his respectful students," he looked at the two bad boys in the room. "Because they give respect to me and their classmates. Now," he started walking to his left, stopping in front of the very first student, "I would like you all to understand me, because it wasn't very long ago that I was in the same seats as you, looking up at a teacher who bored me to death, so I understand," they laughed and he continued, pacing to the other side. "But I'm new; in fact this is my first day teaching on my own and not as an assistant, and I would really like this to go well. We'll only be together a month and a half - two the most, until Mrs. Frances is back. Can I rely on you guys to make this simple? Help me help you?"

He looked at Nick and Blaine expectantly, rolling his eyes playfully as they huddled and discussed it.

"C'mon dude," Nick whispered to his friend. "I like this guy for some reason. He's not a dickwad like the rest of the teachers here who just show up for a check. Let's be good."

"Good?" Blaine whispered back with a smile. "What is that?"

"Seriously, B—"

"Alright, whatever. I'll behave. Only if he lets me be naughty later."

Nick scoffed and sat back, smiling up at the teacher who looked at him expectantly. "We're sorry. We'll be angels from now on."

"Liars," Anastasia said. "Don't trust them Mr. Hummel—"

A paper ball smacked her in the back of the head and the girl turned around with a glare, staring at Blaine.

"There's not much to say about me, Mr. Hummel," Blaine rubbed his tattooed arm as he looked at his friend. "But I will try and behave."

"Thank you," Kurt said politely, ignoring the wink he got from his student as a response. "Now, I guess we can finish up and start our review."

He noticed Blaine smiling up at him and smiled back, feeling like he could do this. He could actually succeed at something, despite his shortcomings in the past.

"Who's next?"