This had to have been one of Mr. Schuesters dumbest ideas. He was currently subbing the Sex Education class and doing a horrible job. At the moment he was handing out the dumbest quiz that Kurt would ever take in his life. A sex quiz. Kurt scanned the questions quickly, Schuester said they had 10 minutes to complete it before they moved on to something exciting and fun.

Sex Quiz
(It's anonymous, so be honest!)

1. Have you ever done 'it' before?
No.

2. Would you do 'it' if you could?
Possibly.

3. Who would you do it with? (be honest)
Blaine Anderson

4. Does he know you want to?
NO.

5. If given the chance, what would be your perfect sexual encounter with the person above?
My biggest fantasy is to give my virginity to Blaine Anderson in a dewy meadow with strings playing in the background.

6. Do you believe it will happen this way?
Probably not.

"Alright class, put your papers on the side of the desk and I'll come to collect them." Schuester proceeded to walk around the classroom collecting the papers. The boys in the classroom were laughing at their answers and the girls were giggling as they discussed what it would be like to make love to Channing Tatum.

"Now the fun part of the assignment, I'm going to read off a couple of your answers!" Schuester announced and began shuffling the papers. He laughed a bit at the first one he read off, "If I could have any sexual encounter I wanted, it would be with Angelina Jolie and Drew Barrymore in the showers."

The class laughed out loud and a couple of guys in front of Kurt fist bumped. This is fine. It would be fine; Schuester wouldn't dare read his out loud.

"This one is great guys; if I could have sex anywhere and anytime it would be with Neil Patrick Harris in his mansion with candles and chocolate and a bath." Schuester laugh a bit and shuffled through the papers again.

"You realize he's gay right?" Azimio asked out loud.

A petite girl in the back threw a paper ball at his head, "It said ANY sexual encounter! NPH is dead sexy!"

"Come on class, I'll read one more out loud before we continue with the lesson." The class quieted down as Schuester held up a new paper, "My biggest fantasy is to give my virginity to Blaine Anderson in a dewy meadow with strings playing in the background. Hmm, I've never heard of this celebrity before…"

Kurt gaped at his teacher and watched as the whole class turned around to stare at a flustered soccer player in the middle of the classroom. John laughed and hit the curly haired boy on the back, "Get some Anderson!"

As Kurt finished explaining to Rachel what happened in the classroom he leaned back against the lockers and huffed, "It was absolutely mortifying!"

"At least you didn't sign your name." Rachel pointed out before lowering her voice to a murmur, "And Blaine Anderson, Kurt? Really? He's taken, like really taken."

"Believe me, I'm aware of that." Kurt sighed, "Besides, he wouldn't even notice me if I caught fire in Algebra, and I sit right in front of him."

"Now I don't think that's completely true, Kurt." He groaned and turned around to face Santana at her finest. Dressed up in red like a vixen and smirking in what could only be described as absolute happiness.

"What do you want Santana?" Rachel asked for him, putting herself in a protective stance in front of Kurt.

"I know you wrote that sex quiz Kurt." Shit, he had forgotten she was in his class. "It's not like you've never told me your deepest secrets. We've been drunk together."

"Are you going to blackmail me then?" Kurt asked her.

She smiled and shook her head, "I just thought you would want to know that Blaine took your paper off of Schuesters desk and is currently trying to find the mysterious writer. He's been looking at old essays from Schuesters class as well; he's trying to match up the writing. Just thought you 'ought to know."

Trying my hand at a chaptered fic. Not recommended for people who can't stand people not updating. I'm really bad at updating. I get really bad writers block.

~Ashley