#tutor!kurt

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Make a Lover of Me

Author: twobirdsonesong

Summary:

Kurt Hummel has just moved from Ohio to Los Angeles and he has no idea what he's doing there.  He begins an internship at a talent agency where he meets Blaine Anderson, an assistant who has more to his name than Kurt knows.

Rating: Mature

Words: 28,770

Chapters: 7/7

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Love Lessons    

Author: Seeroftodayandtomorrow

Summary:

Fake-historical AU. Blaine Anderson, brother to the Viscount Dalton, needs lessons in the matters of love in order to be able to woo the man he loves. Who better to teach him than the rakish young lord Kurt Hummel? Inspired by a short story by Megan Derr

Rating: Mature

Words: 12,162

Chapters: 6/6

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Tutorial

Author: marauder_in_warblerland

Summary:

The Writing Center has always been Kurt’s haven from the chaos on campus, that is, until a restless theater student brings the world crashing in one appointment at a time.

Rating: Mature

Words: 12,004

Chapters: 4/4

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Glee fic: Tutoring; PG; Klaine

Title: Tutoring

Rating: PG

Fandom: Glee

Pairing/Characters: Klaine; Blaine, Kurt

Word count: ~285

Notes: written for Klaine Advent prompt 5: Echo

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.

“Anytime,” Kurt promised with a wink.