#tutor!kurt

The music echoed off the bare walls of the rehearsal room. A strong, steady beat that pumped through Blaine’s veins.

He started warming up, stretching and breathing and practicing a few simple motions and steps while he waited. His TA, Rachel, had set him up with a tutor since some of his dance steps were only acceptable.

He was lost in the music, letting his body more freely, when suddenly the sound was gone and Blaine was left finishing a pirouette in silence. He steadied himself, looking up in surprise at the tall, handsome man standing by the stereo.

“Oh,” he breathed softly, eyes wide.

“Not bad,” the man said, glancing Blaine over. “You don’t really have the traditional body for leads, they’re usually taller. I imagine you barely have an inch on Rachel. But so far, you seem passionate. Let’s see if you’re determined enough, too.” Blaine blinked, confused, and then the music started again. “Let me see the routine Cassie’s had you working on,” he demanded. Blaine nodded and began.

After a demonstration, Blaine was critiqued and corrected, the tutor helping him push his stretching just an inch further. After an hour, Blaine was sweaty, hot, and flustered. His tutor would put his hands on Blaine, guiding him into the right positions. They were warm, soft, big hands, and more than once, Blaine blushed at the touches.

When they were finished the tutor nodded with a smile. “You’re looking good,” he said. “Definitely improving, Blaine.”

“Thank you,” Blaine said, smiling.

“Here’s my number,” he said, handing Blaine a card. “If you want some more help, just let me know.”

“Thanks… Kurt,” Blaine said, looking at the business card.