sararye:

tresbellemichelle:

sararye:

AU! When Kurt and Rachel both (of course both) got in to NYADA, they did not expect their teacher to look like Mr. Anderson. And Kurt certainly did not expect to fall in love with him. 

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“Dibs,” they say at exactly the same time and then gasp at one another.

“Kurt, he is our teacher,” Rachel hisses with all the indignation she can muster (which is quite a lot).

“You’re right, that would be incredibly inappropriate.” He turns forward again and crosses his legs, but it’s only a few moments before Rachel is leaning in towards him.

“Besides, he’s probably not gay.”

Kurt’s eyes narrow sharply but he doesn’t look away from Mr. Anderson, who is beginning to go over their syllabus at the front of the classroom.

He doesn’t mean for it to become a contest, but everything eventually develops into a competition with Rachel Berry at some point or another (Kurt would like to think he definitely won ‘best decorated dormroom’). And really, he starts it. He wears his skinniest jeans and his most flattering vest-shirt combinations; one day he even dresses down a bit just to wear the cotton three-quarter length shirt that Tina had once said accentuated his collarbones (which it totally does).

To anyone else, this is just how Kurt Hummel dresses, but to Rachel Berry it is an obvious challenge. Her wardrobe is far from risque but, in those first few weeks, Kurt sees far more of her cleavage than he really ever wanted to.

But there are nearly a hundred people in their lecture and so Kurt knows that he’s going to have to go above and beyond to beat Rachel at their little game. Because that’s what it is: a game. No matter how handsome Mr. Anderson is, or how much Kurt spaces out thinking about his smile or the color of his eyes or the warmth of his voice or what his hands—

Anyways, Mr. Anderson is his teacher and Kurt knows there are boundaries there.

That doesn’t mean he doesn’t want to win.

Music theory isn’t really that hard, at least it isn’t for Kurt. It isn’t exactly what he imagined when he decided to go to NYADA, but even a dramatic arts college can’t be all singing, acting, and dancing (which, while unfortunate, probably won’t lead to Kurt being worn out well before his prime).

So he does exactly what Mr. Anderson told them to do; he goes to Office Hours. Mr. Anderson looks surprised (pleasantly so, if Kurt is reading him right) to see Kurt and gestures for him to take a seat. Rather than putting an entire desk between them, Mr. Anderson perches on his desk.

“What can I help you with, Kurt?”

It’s not a surprise Mr. Anderson knows his name; Kurt is very vocal in his classes. But it’s still nice to be remembered.

“Actually, I had some questions about the reading you assigned,” Kurt begins but stops short when he realizes how relieved Mr. Anderson looks. “What?”

“Oh, nothing, just… I’ve had about fifteen or twenty students in here since the start of the semester and they’ve really only said hi before leaving.”

Probably because they came to ogle you, Kurt thinks. At least he had the decency to come up with a logical reason for going to see their teacher.

“In fact, I think one of them was your friend… What’s her name? That girl you sit with?”

Mr. Anderson knows my name and not Rachel’s. That’s totally worth points.

“Rachel.”

He makes an ‘ah’ gesture with his head.

“So what was it you needed help with?”

Kurt sits up in the chair and crosses his legs, immediately launching into their reading about the origin of Gregorian chants. Mr. Anderson actually seems impressed with him and, without meaning to, they end up in an intense discussion about the music of the past and it’s contributions to music today. Kurt hadn’t even meant to stay very long and, too quickly, an alarm is going off somewhere.

“Oh,” Mr. Anderson says, startled. “I guess my hours are over.”

Kurt can’t help but feel a little disappointed, but he nods and stands from his chair.

“We’ll just have to continue our discussion on melismas in modern music another day.”

“So you admit that Gregorian chants are important,” Mr. Anderson teases as he stands and walks Kurt to the door of his office.

“Gregorian chants, like most early forms of music, is a form of music that just makes it easier to shove religion down people’s throats. Which I suppose was the norm back then, but that doesn’t mean it has to sit right with me two thousand years later,” Kurt replies primly. “But thank you for the riveting conversation, Mr. Anderson.” He gives a grateful tilt of his head and a smile and Mr. Anderson smiles back.

“Any time. Office hours are actually really boring when students don’t show up, so if you ever want to have another conversation… My door is always open.” Mr. Anderson pauses for a moment and then smiles. “Well, it’s open Tuesdays and Thursdays from 3pm-5pm.” He chuckles and Kurt can’t help but smile a little more.

That totally counts as him inviting me back, right?

“I might just take you up on that, Mr. Anderson. I’ll see you in class tomorrow.” He gives a small wave and then turns on his heel before walking away. He counts to ten in his head and when he glances over his shoulder he sees Mr. Anderson jerk his gaze away.

He was totally checking out my ass.

He is totally gay.

I totally win.

grow you a garden author wrote to my gifset

sorry, Kurt; I think I win