Teacher's Pet

Study Date

Oh. My. God.

I practically have a study date with Mr.Anderson.

I think I'm going to faint.

I carried out with my day like nothing happened. That was hard. But in a way it was great. The bullies didn't seem to bother as they would. Everything was all happy.

But I had to get my mind off him. He's a teacher I'm a student. It can't work like that. I'm a junior he's like 20 something or whatever.

But I can't get him out of my head. No matter how hard I tried. I couldn't.

His honey hazel eyes were memorizing. And his curly dark hair fell gorgeously on his olive toned sharp face. I really wanted to run my hands through his hair or something. Everything about him is just...

So hot...

It was the period before glee and I was going to help Mr.Anderson ,rushing to his classroom with notes from last year and all that in my hands.

I saw him at his desk going through his paperwork. He looked hot even going through paper work. His glasses were on the bridge of of nose waiting to be pushed back up again.

I knocked on the door and he looked up and smiled then gestured for me to come in. I opened the door with my hands full of notes.

"Hey I brought some of the of the notes from last year thought you could use them." I said walking in gesturing to the notes in my hands.

"Perfect you can just put them on the desk right there." He said pointing to the table in the front row I also put my bag on the chair. I put them there and walked next to him at his desk and looked at the paper work he was sorting.

"Need help?" I asked looking at the frustrated look on his face and the mess of piles.

"Please." He sighed.

"Here sort them by lessons then put the verbs in one and then the vocabulary words in the other." I said taking the papers from his hands and making neat piles.

He looked relieved. "Thanks. You must organize a lot huh." He said looking at me.

"I guess. I'm a little OCD about like my closet and that's organized like a shopping mall or something so yeah in a way. I'm also the person who organizes the kitchen so.." I said still sorting.

That got a laugh out of him. "No mom in the house I guess?" He asked.

"No she died when I was 8. She got really sick and I've been playing Mom ever since. It's been me and my dad and I pretty much take care of the both of us." I said chuckling nervously.

"Wow.. Wouldn't have guess that. Your really strong Kurt. You have a lot of courage." He said looking at me. I looked at his hazel eyes for a moment and smiled.

"I don't think I have much courage as you think." I said.

"You do you just haven't found it out for yourself yet." He said.

"I mean in school there are stupid jocks who make it there life mission to pick on me all because I'm gay. I don't have the courage to stand up to them. I keep asking my mom for courage because when I was little she said I was her little thing of courage that I would just be the strongest I could be. I don't think I got that though." I said now organizing to the extreme.

"People are always going to be harsh. They'll pick on you with everything they've got. I actually got beat up for being gay." He said.

I stopped my speed organizing when I heard that.
"Your gay?" I said looking at him.