Coffee, Kilts, and Candy Canes, Part 5
Title: Coffee, Kilts, and Candy Canes
Pairing: Kurt/Blaine
Length: 10,067 words
Warnings: professor/student sexy times
Summary: After Kurt finds out that the dreamy man he met in the coffee shop is actually his professor, he goes to some drastic measure to get Professor Anderson’s attention.
Rating: NC-17
Notes: Since this is AU, we’re going to pretend that NYU has both a Musical Theatre program and a Fashion Design program, and Rachel and Jesse are together. And thanks to my beta, prosaictragedy! This was a gift for katherine_lupin in the gleewinterfun exchange!
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Class #4
The next class Kurt has with Professor Anderson is the fourth of the semester, and Kurt starts thinking up ways to really get to Blaine. After some careful consideration, he decides to hit Blaine where he knows it’ll hurt - his coffee mug.
He wakes up extra early and heads to Cream ‘n Sugar. He’s become a regular there now, so he’s hoping they’ll do him a solid. When he explains his situation, and also why they’ve been missing the patronage of another regular, Blaine, the baristas happily give him what he needs.
He gets to class twenty minutes early and gets to work. As the students filter in, Kurt is happy to see the smiles on their faces when they realize that they’ve each got a steaming hot cup of coffee on their desks.
“Thanks, Kurt!” Shelley-with-the-nose-ring says. She takes a sip. “Mmm, delicious.”
“No problem,” Kurt says, smiling.
“Dude, you’re awesome,” Phil-with-the-afro gushes.
“What’s this?” Blaine asks as he enters the classroom.
“Kurt got us all coffee!” exclaims Beth-the-gum-chewer. She spits her gum out into a tissue and tosses it in the trash.
“I just thought that we could all use a pick-me-up this early in the morning,” Kurt says, taking his seat.
“Are you calling my class boring, Mr. Hummel?”
“Not at all, sir.”
Blaine sniffs the air.
“Is this coffee from Cream ‘n Sugar?” he asks.
“Sure is,” Kurt grins. He gestures to the large cardboard container of coffee that the baristas had happily filled for him, despite the fact that it clearly said Dunkin’ Donuts on the side. “Help yourself.”
Blaine takes an empty cup off the stack and places it under the nozzle. He pushes down on the lever. Nothing happens.
“Ooops,” Kurt says, shrugging his shoulders. “I guess there’s none left. Sorry, Professor.”
Blaine glares at him, and then remembers he has a room full of students.
He tries to get in gear to start class, but inside he’s fuming. He hasn’t had Cream ‘n Sugar coffee in almost a month, for fear of running into Kurt there, and the lack of caffeine is really starting to get to him.
At the end of class, Kurt casually passes by Blaine’s desk. He meets Blaine’s gaze and smiles sweetly. “It’s on, Professor.”
Class #5
Kurt wears a kilt.
Blaine feels the color drain from his face the moment he enters the room and gets his first look at Kurt’s outfit.
He closes his eyes and mentally berates himself for the many inappropriate thoughts that are currently infiltrating his mind.
He can ignore this. He has self-control, really.
So he starts off his lecture like he would any other day, pacing back and forth across the front of the room, careful not to pause anywhere near Kurt’s desk.
He does, however, fall victim to making eye contact with Kurt, something he usually tries to avoid. Kurt holds Blaine’s gaze as he repositions himself by crossing one leg over the other.
He smirks.
It’s only when he goes to write something on the board that Blaine realizes why. It’s because Kurt isn’t wearing anything under that kilt. Not a thing.
He gulps. His hand trembles as he brings it up to write on the board, but he cannot for the life of him remember what it was that he was going to write. Because now, instead of just imagining what’s under Kurt’s kilt, he can see it for himself, plain as day. And he likes what he sees.
He begins to sweat.
“Professor Anderson, are you feeling okay?” asks Lucy-with-the-pink-hair.
“She’s right professor,” Kurt interjects. “You’re looking a little clammy. Are you alright?” Blaine can hear the smugness in his voice.
“You know what?” Blaine says shakily. “I think we should call it quits for today. I need to lie down.”
He’s never cancelled a class before. He’s also never wanted to fuck a student before. He guesses there’s a first time for everything.
Class #6
For the next class, Kurt enlists the help of Jesse and his sweet tooth.
“Hey,” he says from Jesse’s bedroom door. “Do you still have candy canes left over from Christmas?”
“Of course,” Jesse says. “I brought a whole box back from Ohio. Want one?”
“Yes, please,” Kurt says with an evil grin.
“What’re you planning?” Jesse asks as he digs through his closet looking for the sweets.
“I’m going to torture him,” Kurt says smugly.
“Remind me never to mess with you,” Jesse says as he hands over the box of candy canes.
“Duly noted.”
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When he gets to class, he takes his usual seat and pulls a pen from his messenger bag.
Blaine enters the classroom and glances around uncertainly, not sure what to expect from Kurt this week. But all seems normal, so he hands out the mid-term and the students get to work.
All is going well, until Kurt pulls something out his backpack.
It’s a candy cane.
Kurt quietly unwraps it and, holding it by the hooked end, slowly slips it into his mouth. He doesn’t look up for a few minutes. Instead, he continues filling in answers on his paper.
Kurt starts by simply pushing the candy cane in and out of his pursed lips. He glances up at Blaine, who is staring at him raptly. Kurt grins wickedly before turning back to his exam.
The questions are fairly easy, and Kurt is well-prepared. He quickly finishes filling in the first side of the scan-tron sheet and turns onto the other side.
As he works, his tongue darts out and wraps around the shaft of the candy cane. He’s putting on a show for Blaine and he isn’t the least bit ashamed.
Kurt finishes his exam and checks over his answers, all the while sucking on his candy cane. When he’s happy with his check-over, he gathers up his things and goes to hand in his test.
He makes a slurping sound as he pulls the candy cane out of his mouth. He places the exam in front of Blaine.
“Have a nice day, Professor Anderson,” he says.
The smell of peppermint lingers in the air as Kurt leaves, and Blaine can’t help but breathe it in.
Class #7
Kurt doesn’t have anything planned for this class because he’s quite confident that Professor Anderson will ask to speak to him at the end of it. It’ll probably have something to do with the paper he submitted over the weekend, which may or may not have a paragraph of sexual innuendo tacked on the end of it.
He’s right.
When there are five minutes left until the end of class, Professor Anderson assigns the next book and explains the accompanying assignment, as per usual. And then -
“Mr. Hummel,” he says, as Kurt heads for the door. “May I have a word with you about your latest paper?”
“Of course, professor,” Kurt says. He stays behind, waiting patiently until all of the students have gone.
“I don’t need to tell you that this,” Blaine tosses Kurt’s paper down on his desk, “is incredibly inappropriate.”
“I needed to get your attention. Obviously it worked.”
“And why, Mr. Hummel, would you need to get my attention?”
“To find out why you haven’t made a move yet! What are you waiting for?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Mr. Hummel,” Blaine replies, pointedly trying to avoid Kurt’s gaze.
Kurt glares at him.
“Alright, Mr. Hummel, I know that I - ”
“Lied to me? Led me on in the coffee shop? How’s Chicago, professor?”
At least Blaine has the decency to look ashamed.
“It was a mistake,” Blaine says simply. “And also not the point. Your behavior these past few weeks has been inappropriate, and you know it.”
“I see,” says Kurt. “So if I were to tell you that I’m extremely attracted to you - ”
“I would highly discourage that kind of talk, as it is completely unprofessional,” Blaine responded quickly. He is composed on the outside, but inside this is tearing him apart.
“You’re telling me you feel nothing for me?”
“Nothing,” Blaine says firmly, even as a voice inside his head screams Liar. “You should stop embarrassing yourself. You’re not my type, anyway.”
Kurt leaves without another word, slamming the door behind him. Blaine slumps down into his chair and buries his head in his hand.
Part 6