The giggling and running of children is the first thing that greets Blaine in the morning as he walks into his classroom and it's the last thing that vibrates his eardrums when he leaves school for the day. He can't honestly say that being a kindergarten teacher in Ohio of all places is where he thought he'd end up when he was selecting colleges his senior year of high school, but to say the least, he doesn't regret his decision one bit.

After the first few years of teaching, breaking him into the swing of things, he's got a lot to be proud of. He has his own classroom, small but manageable, the walls a pale blue with tiny desks and hand prints in different colors splattered along the far wall where the coat rack is. Buckets of colored pencils, paints and crayons, smocks and hundreds of different construction paper fill up bins near his desk and student's drawings hang from a string by clothespins, connecting the two sides of the room together.

It's his second home, no matter how frazzled he sometimes gets by the end of the day.

It's nearing pick up time for most of his students, some of them staying later than others for their parents to get done with work. Blaine keeps them occupied with plado, finger-painting and various crafts that include popsicle sticks. He scoops up Jimmy, who is known for going after glue like its icing and takes him to the built in sink near the closet door to have him wash his hands.

He helps him stand on the stool and sings 'Happy Birthday' with him twice to make sure he washes his hands long enough and sets him down after he's dried his fingers, Jimmy hugging him around his neck in thanks.

"I'm here to pick up Rose?" Someone asks and he turns, standing to his full height.

He's never seen the tall gentleman in the doorway before but he's pretty sure his mouth falls open onto his feet because, damn, his legs are long and his frame is skinny but he fills out his clothes in a delicious way that has Blaine's brain restarting before he speaks.

"What?"

The other chuckles. "They let you work here? You're as short as some of the munchkins." He teases, eyes sparkling a bright green that Blaine totally doesn't stare at and almost fall into.

He hears Rose squeal from the other side of the room and run towards the other male, the brunette bending at his waist to pick the little girl up and greet her with millions of kisses against her cheeks to make her giggle and something distinctly French. Blaine blinks and ignores the swoop in his belly.

"I'm sorry, I uh, I'm Mr. Anderson. I don't believe we've met before. Usually Rose's mother picks her up…you have a very lovely and talented daughter."

He hums, outstretches his hand and shakes Blaine's. "You can call me Sebastian." His eyes sparkle and his lips twitch and the shorter has the feeling that 'or call me whatever you want' lingers in the air, unspoken. "And this is my niece."

Niece. "Well, still, my compliments remain the same." He sticks his hands in his pockets, glances back at the kids to make sure everyone is alright (and that Jimmy isn't getting into the glue again) before looking back at Sebastian.

"Do you have a first name, Mr. Anderson?" Sebastian asks, his eyes ticking down Blaine's form in a nonchalant way.

And that's how Blaine comes to the conclusion that he's definitely dealing with someone who's not straight.

"Bane!" Rose exclaims and then puts her hands up to her mouth, giggling.

Sebastian raises his eyebrows and winks at his niece. "You get ice cream on the way home, citrouille."

He clears his throat. "Blaine." He nods. "You can call me Blaine."

"I think I'll do that." Sebastian states, shifting on his feet. "I'd also love if I could have a conference with you at some point, you know…to talk about Rose's artwork."

"Sure." His voice definitely doesn't squeak and Sebastian definitely doesn't wink at him on the way out after giving him his number.

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He doesn't usually have conferences after school…and he definitely doesn't have them with kid's uncles but he figures making an exception for Sebastian Smythe is not going hurt anything. Or he hopes at least in the long run it's not. They're going to be kids around and if he's learned or observed anything about Sebastian in the brief time he's met him, he can understand that the other male isn't exactly family friendly.

The last thing he wants floating around the school is that he was flirting with someone in his classroom while he upheld the after school program. Sebastian's gorgeous but he's not that breathtaking that the principal will let him go with a slap on the wrist for it.

But at least the atmosphere of bustling kids getting ready to leave school calms his nerves and he starts to pack up his classroom and get students organized like he does any other day, letting the fact that Sebastian is coming to pick up Rose any minute linger in the back of his mind.

Blaine makes sure Rose's work folder is on his desk and adjusts his bowtie (no he hadn't spent twenty minutes that morning picking it out, it's green to match Sebastian's eyes which is completely a coincidence) four times before interceding Jimmy's daily adventures with glue.

He doesn't notice him at first, leaning causally against the doorframe of his classroom as he picks up random popsicle sticks littering his floor. Doesn't notice how Sebastian's eyes follow the way his hips move or the way his ass fills out his pants as he bends to pick up random toys so no one trips. But Blaine can tell that that's exactly what he had been doing when he notices the slow smile on Sebastian's face.

Blaine goes bright red and Rose helpfully calls out the color as she sees it on his cheeks.

This was such a bad idea.

He clears his throat and reminds himself that they're in a school for the fiftieth time. "Good afternoon, Mr. Smythe. Please, come in."

Sebastian smiles and shrugs off his suit jacket, a blue and neatly pressed button down shirt molding to his trim stomach as he does. Blaine takes the jacket from him to hang up with his own coat…because knowing his classroom, any other piece of clothing is likely to get glue, glitter, markers or all of the above on it.

Blaine goes to write on his blackboard, picking up a yellow piece of chalk, getting himself ready for tomorrow where the kids and he sing about the month, the day of the week and the number that goes along with it.

He erases Monday, October 6th to write the Tuesday, October 7th.

"Call me Sebastian." He insists, waving at Rose as she runs over to him. He swoops her up and gives her greetings and affectionate words in French, nuzzles her cheek with his nose. "Please, because I don't intend on calling you Mr. Anderson. Unless you like that sort of thing." He winks and Blaine hand accidently snaps the piece of chalk that's hanging loosely between his fingers.

He clears his throat, Sebastian smirking at the yellow dust staining his skin and his black pants from his mishap.

"I'll uh, I'll keep that in mind."

He watches the taller set Rose down and Blaine instructs her to walk (not run) to get one of her projects to show her Uncle. He keeps a watchful eye for a moment on the few kids that are still in his care until their parents pick them up before he turns to look at Sebastian.

"I have her folder too if you want to take a look." He offers, moving towards his desk and the other follows him, long limbs making Blaine feel like he might be cramped, even in a room like this.

"That's fine, but I'd rather talk about you." Sebastian states, leaning against the desk, making the wood creak.

A breath catches in Blaine's chest and he stares at him for a moment before smoothing his hands down his red checkered shirt. "I thought you wanted this conference to talk about Rose's art."

He shrugs before smiling. "I may have lied."

Blaine smiles softly and shakes his head, one of his student's ears perking at Sebastian's words. The little girl gasps audibly before putting her hands over her mouth. She runs up to Blaine's leg and tugs on his dress pants insistently.

"Misster A, your fren fib!"

He kneels on one knee and gently fixes Lucy's dress so it's not sticking up on the sides. "Ohh, you caught that huh?" He asked, giving her a grin. "And what happens when we fib, hmm?"

She points to a jar that's sitting next to his desk that's labeled 'the fib jar' and he reaches on his desk to peel a little gold star sticker from a packet before placing it on her hand. She grins like the sun's about to shoot out of her mouth and runs to the other kids to show them.

He stands and crosses his arms over his chest.

"You have a lying jar?" Sebastian asks, amusement lacing his tone.

"It's not nice to fib Sebastian," He teases, feels almost at ease for what has to be the first time around the other male. "Usually when I catch one of them fibbing I take a gold star from their chart and stick it in the jar." He nods his head towards a chart on the other end of the room that has student's names on it. "By the end of the week, if they have all their stars they get a cookie."

Sebastian grins, his eyes warming as he looks at Blaine. "Huh, guess I lost my chance at getting a cookie."

Blaine laughs, the sound settling in the pit of Sebastian's stomach, fizzling out to pleasantly reach every nerve ending in his body. "I guess so."

"That's alright. I have an idea of something else that's sweet that I'd rather get my hands on." He states, his eyes boring holes into Blaine's, intent swirling amongst the green, almost making it darker in a way.

Blaine's caught between finding his forwardness addictive and annoying at the same time.

Rose stumbles across the room with her project in her hands, leaning against Blaine's leg, and that's what snaps him out of the sexual tension staring match he's somehow gotten into with her uncle.

"You all set?" He asks her, kneels again so that he can talk to her on her level. Sebastian watches from where he's leaning against his desk, a small smile tugging on the corners of his mouth.

Rose shakes her head and bumps her nose against Blaine's shoulder, whispers rather loudly in his ear, clutches her drawing.

"Don't be nervous," He tells her gently, smiling at her before looking up at Sebastian. "She's rather shy when sharing her art with other kids. But," He looks back at Rose. "I bet your uncle already knows how great you are at drawing. You can show him."

Sebastian's heart swells in his chest as he watches, tries to shake off the feeling, but it's sort of impossible to do. Watching Blaine with kids is like trying not to have a reaction to a box full of puppies, or something. He can tell, just with the way he is with them, that he genuinely cares about each and every one of them. That it isn't just a job to him, that it doesn't have to do with a paycheck that probably doesn't even come close to matching Sebastian's at the law firm but he's happy. That Blaine loves his students like they love him.

That he is made for this job and vice versa.

The taller hums, getting on his knees as well as Rose turns her picture towards him. His eyes trail over the figures, noticing how tall one of them is in the corner of her drawing.

"It's a picture on what they want to be when they grow up," Blaine smiles, touches the picture by his hand, their fingers brush. Sebastian's breath does not gather in his throat. "I'm guessing that's you." He says, points to the tall figure with a black suit on and wild brown spikey locks.

He laughs, runs his thumb over the waxiness of the crayon. "It's gorgeous, citrouille!" He exclaims and tugs her close to kiss her forehead.

Blaine does his quick check of the classroom; glitter, glue and Jimmy all accounted for before standing up with Sebastian, Rose running to grab her coat and put her project back before they leave.

"You're really good with kids." Sebastian says, getting his own jacket from the coat rack, Blaine following closely behind.

He smiles faintly. "Thank you."

He hesitates for a second and Blaine's certain that this probably doesn't happen much in terms of Sebastian, in terms of stopping and thinking before he puts effort and meaning into his words.

"You think Rose would mind if her uncle asked her teacher out on a date?"

Blaine's cheeks turn that bright pink again. And Rose helpfully calls out the color to the rest of the kids. Sebastian laughs, the sound doing things to his insides.

"No I uh, I don't think she'd mind at all." He says, nodding his head before biting his lower lip.

Sebastian's gaze glances down at the action before meeting his hazel eyes with his own green ones. He nods his head and smirks, fixing the collar of his shirt before picking Rose up before she can suction cup her way onto his leg.

Blaine catches his wrist gently as he turns to leave with an 'oh, wait' and picks a sticker from his pack to press onto the back of his hand. He then grins and waves at Rose before he makes his way over to the other kids, sitting on the floor to allow Jimmy to plop in his lap with a book he wants read.

Sebastian smirks and shakes his head, heading out of the classroom with Rose in his arms. He doesn't remember to look at his hand until he's outside but the bright pink star sticker says "WAY TO GO!" below his knuckles and he can't stop the grin on his face as he drives his niece home.

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citrouille means pumpkin in French :3 I may or may not add more to this depending on if it's requested, thanks for reading :)