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Elliott’s lunch wasn’t exactly nutritious either - it had nothing to do with money but it was mainly out of laziness on his part and not particularly liking much of the food that was sold. All he had was a bagel and cream cheese and a large mug off coffee. It was practically something that he lived on. “They were pretty good,” He said, smiling as he took a sip from his coffee. “Music is usually an interesting class to teach,” He had substituted before for the politics class - Elliott had a decent grasp on it considering he took it in high school but it wasn’t anywhere near as good as his own class. “How was your first morning, then?”

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“I used to want to teach music, but...well, that didn’t pan out.” Blaine shrugged, tearing his sandwich in half and taking a bite of one the halves. He chewed slowly and swallowed before answering. “It was rather uneventful, much to the relief of my nerves.” The night before and all morning before arriving at the academy Blaine had been so nervous about his first real job, he’d even almost lost his breakfast before leaving his apartment. 

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Elliott waved as Blaine called out after him and started to head to his class. Things went as they usually did - fairly uneventful but filled with a lot of good banter with his students. It was a definite upside to being a music teacher. He might not be taken as seriously with the parents but he got along with the students as it wasn’t a practical subject and most people taking it were there because they wanted to be. It wasn’t like college teaching but Elliott still loved it.

At lunch, Elliott was sitting on his own in the teacher’s lounge. It wasn’t that he didn’t get along with the other students, but he just didn’t really get along with them. He liked keeping himself to himself, and the other teaches didn’t make an effort to come over and speak to him. So he was surprised when he heard Blaine’s voice in front of him. He looked up and smiled slightly at the English teacher, “No, go ahead,” He said, gesturing to the chair in front of him for the other to sit.

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Returning the smile, Blaine pulled out the chair and sat down, setting his lunch bag down on the table before pulling out it’s contents. It wasn't much, just a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, some applesauce, cookies and a soda. Not too nutritious, but he lived on his own and buying and cooking real food just seemed too adult to him. “So, how were your morning classes?” Blaine asked, pulling his sandwich from it’s ziplock bag. He hoped that making conversation was okay, and not too awkward. He’d never had an actual job before, was this standard protocol? 

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first day → november 17

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"You too," Elliott smiled slightly as he shook the other’s hand and mentally slapped himself at him thinking Blaine was cute sneaking into his mind. He wasn’t doing this again. He wasn’t going to let himself think some guy was cute because he couldn’t let himself feel anything in that way about anyone. "Yeah, I did" He said with a soft chuckle. Elliott hadn’t realised that they were still holding hands until the other let go, and immediately, Elliott slid his other hand into his pocket..

 Hearing the bell ringing, Elliott looked in the direction and sighed a little. He hadn’t set up for his class yet and he realy had to do it quickly before everyone came “It’s fine, I need to set up too,” Elliott said, taking a step back ouut of the classroom but stayed in the doorway. Elliott didn’t respond straight away at the offer. He couldn’t help but feel like this was dangerous territory but before he could think of a response he nodded “Yeah, see you then”, He said, smiling before “Anyway…I should go now.” Elliott looked at Blaine for a few moments before starting to make his way to his own classroom

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Blaine smiled at Elliott again, unable to keep himself from doing so, completely unfazed by a few students trickling into the classroom. "Right," He said. "See you later." He called after Elliott as he headed out the door as more boys flooded in. Blaine was suddenly very nervous. There were students -- actual students -- in front of him and he had to teach them something. Taking a deep breath, Blaine picked up the roll sheet he had been given in the front office and circled around to the front of the heavy wooden desk. "Good morning," He called out. "I'm Mister Anderson." 

The rest of the morning went by rather uneventfully, and when the lunch bell rang, Blaine gathered up his things, including his homemade lunch, and headed to the teacher's lounge. When he entered the room, he spotted Elliott sitting at a table in the corner, and just the sight of the music teacher made Blaine's stomach do a somersault and a grin spread across his face. He made his way over and stopped next to the table. "This seat taken?" He asked, trying for playful and hoping it didn't come across as creepy. 

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first day → november 17

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Being a teacher at high school wasn’t something Elliott loved. He did really like working at Dalton, but he didn’t have the same rapport he did with the students at NYADA. He had to be more professional as treating them like adults wasn’t really accepted in a high school. Elliott did get along with his students, but it wasn’t the same, but it still wasn’t ready to go back to New York.

AS the English sub turned around and dropped the pen, Elliott couldn’nt help but let out a small chuckle and leaned against the door frame, watching him bend down and pick it up. “Elliott Gilbert,” Elliott said, taking a hold of the other’s hands and shaking it, “I’m one of the music teachers here.”

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Elliott's hand was warm and the contact made a pleasant shiver run down his spine. "It's very nice to meet you." Blaine smiled, shaking the man's hand. "Uh, English substitute -- but you already know that." He fumbled awkwardly. Why did he always have to start acting like a pubescent boy when attractive men were around? Realizing that he was still holding Elliott's hand, Blaine quickly dropped it, still staring up at the taller man's very attractive face.

The bell rang, then, making him jump. He didn't realize it was so close to the start of school. "Um, I hate to cut this short," Blaine started. "But I still have some things to prepare before my first class." He smiled apologetically at Elliott. "Maybe I'll see you at lunch?" Hope filled Blaine's tummy at the idea of seeing the music teacher at lunch. Again, the thought crossed his mind that he was acting like a pubescent boy.

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first day → november 17

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After the rejection from NYADA, Elliott was lost on what to do. It sounded cocky but he hadn’t given much thought on what to do with his life as he was so sure he’d get in. He’d luckily had a back up plan (forced to have one by his parents) and had gotten into NYU, where, after learning that he loved teaching after he’d been asked by one of the professors to look over one of their classes during a free period in his senior year. So, a few years later, once he’d got his teaching training, Elliott started teaching at NYADA. While he worked there, Elliott fell hard for another teache there, and after one night out, they started dating.

It was the almost perfect job - of course he wanted to be a performer more than anything else - but it didn’t last long. After his third year working at, Elliott found out about an affair that Kurt had been having. It wasn’t through someone telling him or Kurt confessing. He caught them after coming home early after visiting his parents. There was obviously a huge fight and a lot of crying, and a month later, Elliott resigned from NYADA and left New York.

While he was waiting for another job, Elliott moved in with his parents and he eventually got a job in Westerville. It was near enough handed to him though thanks to his grandfather being the founder of the school, but he did have to show he was capable of being a teacher there. Three years later, Elliott was still at Dalton. He was over what happened between him and Kurt but it still hurt like hell to think about ant he wasn’t ready to return to NYADA. And he sure as hell wasn’t ready to date again.

Elliott was walking down the hall one day, when seeing an unfamiliar face in the English classroom, before frowning slightly in confusion. He didn’t know who this was, and wondering if it was a lost student or a potential transfer as the other looked young but when seeing the other writing his name on the board, it hit Elliott. Of course, it was the English sub. Deciding that it was probably best to try and be friendly for once, Elliott walked to the door and gently knocked “I’m guessing you’re the substitue,” He said, leaning against the door frame, and took a sip of his cup.

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Deciding that he should make the best of his situation, Blaine didn't want to think to hard about how he'd be gone in a few months when the normal teacher came back, and he also didn't want to think about a room full of teenage boys that he would need to get used to -- and that would have to get used to him. November was when you really started to get used to your teacher's style of doing things, and to have that interrupted so suddenly certainly wasn't going to be easy on these boys.

The white board marker squeaked as he moved across the board and Blaine sighed. Mister Anderson was was neatly scrawled on the board, so he recapped the pen. Just as he was about to set the pen back on the tray, a voice drifted into the room from the doorway. Blaine hadn't expected someone so tall, or handsome, and he fumbled with the marker before it fell to the floor. Blushing, he hurried to bend down and pick it up. "Y-yes, hello. I'm Blaine Anderson." He placed the marker on the tray before stepping over towards the man and holding out his hand.

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first day → november 17

Becoming an English teacher was never really Blaine's plan, but here he was. After being rejected from all the performing arts schools that he had applied to, he took a long hard look at his life and really thought about his future. His father had been glad that Blaine gave up such silly notions of being a performer, his words, not Blaine's, but he still wasn't happy that Blaine was going to become a teacher. At twenty-five, Blaine had been teaching on his own for two years and even though it hadn't been his first choice, he still loved it. High school kids were so full of ideas and he loved helping them turn those ideas into projects and helping them learns and grow. Of course, all good things must come to an end.

Substitute teaching was definitely never on Blaine's list of things he wanted to do. Long term subbing was even worse, but when a prestigious school like Dalton called wanting you to fill in for one of their English teachers who was going on maternity leave, well, you just didn't say no. Walking into a new school that was already in progress was awkward, though. He arrived before the first bell and checked in with the office before making his way to his new (temporary) classroom. The desk was organized how the previous teacher left it and Blaine felt awkward sitting at someone else's desk. With a sigh, he dug out his copy of the book the boys were reading and set it on the desk before turning to the board to write his name.

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