You Can't Undo What Has Been Done

Chapter 2

I got no sleep last night, I'm practically dead. All I could think about is what I was going to say to him. What was going to happen? Will he get mad if I say something wrong? I don't want to have these feelings, my mind is telling me no, yet my heart is soaring as high as it can go without losing oxygen.

Ill just have to wait till lunch, maybe I'll take a nap during that 45 minutes. If I'm going to confront him then I sure as hell need that rest. Just something to keep my mind off of this till eighth period is what I need. I could read something? No, all I have to read is the fanfiction Blaine wrote; great my mind is already heading towards the fanfic! Ugh why must this happen? Why is he different from the other students? He's the only one I have feelings for.

Just as I am about to fall asleep, there was a knock on my door. "Ugh can't you just leave a guy alone while he's trying to sleep!" I hollered. "Sorry, come in." I said feeling guilty for raising my voice at some innocent soul. "What do you ne..." I said as I looked up I saw Blaine standing at the end of my desk. He looked as if he had been crying.

"Oh my god, Blaine! Are you okay?" I got up from my desk and pulled out a chair for him to sit down on. I walked over to the door, shut it and locked it. "Blaine what happened?" I asked as I knelt down beside him.

He started to cry and he threw his arms around my neck, sobbing into my shoulders. I wrapped my arms around him, and rubbed circles into his back. He picked up his head he chuckled a bit looking at my confused expression. "I must look Crazy right now." He said as he quickly composed himself.

"Not at all," I said "Now do you care to tell me what happened?" I asked him looking deep into his mesmerizing green eyes. "They, they won't stop!" he said between soft sobs. "They keep saying it, t-they won't stop." "What are they saying Blaine?" I ask him.

"They call me fag and things like that. They won't stop." He says as he hugs me around the neck again. I pulled him off of me, him giving me a disappointed look."Do you need to tell me anything else?" I looked at him waiting for an answer.

"U-um can I tell you something?" Blaine asked very, very nervously. "Of course, anything." I told him.

"Okay, well, um, I-I'mgay." He said that last part fast and look down avoiding my eyes. I lifted his chin up with my fingers. "Hey look at me. I know, I know." I said looking deep into his eyes. "H-how?" he asked me stuttering.

"Your fanfic, did you forget?" I asked him chuckling a bit. "B-but how I gave you m..." he began to frantically go through his satchel, digging for something. He pulled out a folder labeled 'Fanfictions'. He opened it and stared at the papers inside.

"No, no, no!" Blaine started, not finishing as I put my hand on his shoulder. He looked up at me, tears brimming his eyes. "How much did you read?" he asked about to cry.

"Um just the first couple pages, Blaine, I need to talk to you." I told him. He looked at me as tears started to flow down his cheeks. "About what you wrote." "I-I know what you're going to say, y-you don't w-want to see me a-again. You t-think I'm totally b-bonkers!" he said between sharp breaths.

"Not at all, but Blaine? Is what you wrote true? Do you love me?" I asked him still with my hand on his shoulder. "Y-yes, p-please don't be mad? I-I can't h-help it, it just h-happened." He started to cry again. I pulled him over to the other chair I took out as he was digging through his bag, and I pulled him onto my lap, hugging him, whispering "its ok" to him multiple times.

"You aren't mad?" he asked looking up from the crook of my neck. "Does it look like I'm mad?" I asked him back. He chuckled and shook his head 'no'. He leaned his head on my shoulder, with his face in the crook of my neck. "But why?" he mumbles into my neck. "Why aren't you mad?" he asks.

"I-I, I don't know how to say this," he looked up at me, but I didn't look at him, I had my eyes glued to the blackboard. "I like you too, but this," I said now looking at him, pointing to both of us "it can't happen." I said in a depressed tone that made Blaine's expression turn upside down.

"Why not? We clearly have feelings for each other! It could work, I want it to work." He said. "I want it to work too, but it can't. I'm your teacher, I can't be anything more, I could lose my job, and I can't lose my job. If I lose my job I will be homeless, hungry." I told him.

He got up off my lap and went to the chair he was previously at; he sat down and put his head in his hands. He started to sob, and I got up off the chair and walked over to him. I lifted him off the chair by his waist; he is very light, and set him on my desk. I went over to the filing cabinets in the corner and unlocked the bottom drawer, pulling out a box.

I went around to the front of my desk, looking at Blaine as his head hung low now that he had stopped crying. I set the box down beside him, he looked at it longingly. "What's in the box?" he questioned. "This." I told him, pulling out a necklace. "The necklace my father gave to me before he died." I told him. I unhooked the clasp in the back and pulled it over his head. But before I could hook it together, he pulled back. "I can't accept this, it clearly means a lot to you." He said.

I chuckled and hooked the necklace around his neck. "The exact reason I'm giving it to you. My father told me that one day when I found the person that I would spend the rest of my life with, I would know. There would be this feeling. I feel that, right now, and I can't let it slip away. I'm not saying we can be together, I'm still your teacher, but I have never felt this way before and I couldn't bear to let you leave without telling you that, you are the person I am meant to spend the rest of my life with. I'm giving you this so you know, but we can't be together. Maybe sometime, in the near future, but now, we can't."

He looked deep into my eyes, staring into my soul. He scooted forward. His eyes were glistening with unshed tears. "Me?" he asked. I looked at him and nodded my head. I walked closer to him standing in between his legs. I grabbed his hands, and kissed them.

"Yes but for now we can't let this happen, we can't risk being caught." I told him.

Just as I was about to turn around he grabbed my cheeks, leaned in so our foreheads were touching. I could feel his hot breath on my lips before he closed the gap between us. He kissed my gently, lovingly, I didn't kiss back though. He pulled away, but before he could go too far I wrapped my arms around his neck, bringing him closer. I kissed him as passionately as I could. He began to kiss back his hands slowly making their way to my hips. I pulled away to take a breather.

"Or maybe we could." I said looking into his eyes. He smiled and pulled me back towards him, crashing our lips together. He pulled back as soon as there was a knock on the door.

I pulled him off the desk pointing to the chair, he understood and sat down. I walked over to the door and unlocked it, opening it to come face to face with the principal. "May I help you?" I asked him. He nodded and walked into the room. "Mr. Anders." He nodded a greeting towards Blaine.

"We were working on a class read list." I told him gesturing to the seat next to Blaine's, "please sit." I told him. "No thank you, I just came by to see how you were holding up at this school?" he said. "Very well, thank you." I replied.

He walked towards the door. "Mr. Huddle, Blaine." He said once he made it to the door, turning around. "Come to me if you need anything." He said as he walked out of my class down the hall.

Blaine got up, grabbing his satchel. He walked up to me and gave me a heart melting smile. "Eighth period then?" he asked me. I nodded, he gave me a quick peck on the lips, and left. Leaving me happy, yet worried about how this is going to end up.

What have I gotten myself into?