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As much as he wished he could, Blaine didn't really understand where Adam was coming from. He'd never been through something like that. It must have been hard for him and he couldn't even imagine it. "Well, I think you're going to like it here. We have our fair share of issues here, but overall it's not really that bad. And, hey, you can always ask me if you need help." That's what teachers were for, right..? Well, something like that anyhow. He figured there was no harm in helping the new transfer student if he was confused by anything. Even if he happened to think said transfer student was kind of adorable... which was really weird when he thought about it. But oh well. "That makes sense," he added. "I'll bring you some coffee then, sure." Even he couldn't tell if he was being entirely serious, but he assumed that bit didn't matter too much.

He could have sworn his heart skipped a beat when Adam assured him he'd do fine. It was like the kid could read his thoughts or something. He smiled, offering a small nod. "Thank you, Adam." With that, he walked to the front of the class. "Hey, everyone! I'm Mr. Anderson." he introduced. It was weird not introducing himself as Blaine, but he figured he'd get used to it. "I'll be observing you all for a few weeks until I take over the class for a bit." A few more words left his mouth, but even he wasn't too sure what he said. Blaine was a bit too distracted thinking of how screwed he would be with Adam sitting right in the light. It seriously framed him and made him look like an angel... fuck.

Take A Good Look At Me Now → Bladam

"I mean, I’m doing alright here…I can’t do half of the things I can do back home but I know it will take a little time to adjust. I already miss my family and my friends and I don’t want people to try and be my friend just because I’m the ‘cool foreign kid,’ " He used air quotes as well, dropping his hand and letting out a chuckle. "But I’m only here for the semester…the year if I like it enough. I still haven’t the foggiest idea why you all pronounce things so strangely or drive on the wrong side of the road." He shook his head before following Blaine off into the classroom. Getting a good idea of the people in the class and already examining a seat he would be able to take when he moved on from his conversation with the teacher.

"I’m only here today and Wednesday because I have other school work and regular work." He said as he looked around the classroom and noticed how much older everyone had been and how awkward the teacher might have felt. Having to teach a classroom of people a year or two younger than him or more than ten years older. "By the way, you’ll be fine…don’t worry too much about teaching the class you’ll do great." He smiled before heading to find a seat near the windows. Knowing if he was any closer to the teachers desk he would find himself even more distracted by talking to Blaine than actually doing his work.

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The comment confused Blaine a bit, but he shrugged it off thinking that it would have made sense if he was more awake. "That's not exactly how things work here, don't worry you'll get used to it." He'd never really seen a school divided by building, at least. He'd seen hallways dedicated to certain subjects, but never entire buildings. "I know, but I've always been told if you're going to go to college for something, go for what you love so I'd considered it anyway." And then he landed on teaching. He still wasn't sure how he'd ended up there, but he wasn't complaining. He knew he could make a difference this way, so the way he saw it there was nothing better for him to choose. His teachers really impacted him as a kid and he just really wanted the chance to say he helped someone out like that. "How do you like it here so far? Things are probably pretty different, but it's still a nice place once you're used to how everything works."

Blaine nodded in agreement. It looked like their room -- of course, he wouldn't have known the difference even if it wasn't. But it was definitely a math room, so he was willing to bet it was what they were looking for. He chuckled. "Alright, but I'll be trying not to spill my coffee on you again." He needed that stuff to live, he was pretty sure. "Oh yeah? Why Wednesday, specifically?" he asked, gently mumbling a small 'thank you' as he stepped inside the room. There were more people in the class than he expected, but he put a smile on his face anyway. He could so do this.

Take A Good Look At Me Now → Bladam

"I guess that’s what they call me here? I mean, everyone else who is in my grade is older by a year or two than I am so I was a bit confused about it but I had to take a test so they could give me classes and this is where they put me. Smack dab in the center of some maths course in the wrong building. Shouldn’t a math class be in a maths building?" He shook his head, not exactly understanding why things were so different here compared to his home where everything was so organized and particular. It’s what bothered Adam the most about school in America but at least he had classes with kids around his own intelligence levels and his teachers who understood his slang. "You could have gone for music but honestly unless you have a job lined up for you there’s no point. I mean, you don’t need to go to university to dance if you want to be a professional dancer; just have the talent for it and the training." He nodded as he walked down another hall, glancing down at the map and then up at the hall.

"I think this is it…" He shivered at the cold air from the opened windows as he laughed at Blaine’s comment. "If you throw coffee on me again you will be doing my laundry that is for sure." He chuckled, wondering how awkward it would be to sit around shirtless at a laundromat just to get his teacher to wash his clothes. "Although you may want to think about bringing me coffee during class on Wednesday." He smiled as he opened the classroom door to allow him to enter.

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This whole new job was stressful already, but he tried to ignore that as he spoke with Adam. The kid seemed nice and it was pleasant to at least start at the school knowing someone who wasn't an ass. "Your teacher? Well.. I might be, actually." It was weird to think about because a lot of the kids at the campus were his age. Usually when you thought of teaching, you thought of the class being younger than you. "Are you a senior this year?" he asked after a moment, He knew next to nothing about the school and he was nervous about everything, so he just wanted to know who he'd be dealing with. He grinned at the theater reference. "Oh no, it's fine. I love the theater. I almost majored in music, actually." He was kind of glad he didn't, though. "I guess it might, though I feel like being late on my first day would set a bad example. Though, if you wanted to talk after class I wouldn't mind talking then. I really need to figure out what I'm doing, though."

Blaine chuckled and shook his head again. "Pretty sure I have to give you extra credit for not getting mad at me yet," he teased. Considering how poor an impression he was making, there was no way he'd be allowed to flunk Adam. Even if that showed a little favoritism. Blaine would just have to offer extra tutoring if it seemed like Adam need it, though he was a pretty smart kid from the looks of it. That was a presumption, of course, but he would put money on the kid's intelligence already. He was pretty sure people got good educations overseas, at least... "I'll try not to throw coffee on you again," he joked further.

Take A Good Look At Me Now → Bladam

Adam focused on what the other person had been saying while still finding himself frowning each time he tried apologizing and everytime he stumbled over his words. It was a little cute to him from someone so much older it seemed. Almost eight years difference if Adam did the math correctly in his head. The sudden age difference and the fact Blaine was teaching caused him to chuckle.”Wait…” He smiled rather largely, “are you my teacher? I don’t really know anything works around here and it’s bad enough I have to follow some insane train system that makes less sense than the vocal range of the song Pity the Child from Chess that’s ungodly high.” He laughed now, shaking his haed and hoping not go on a tangent. “Sorry, president of the theater society back home. Huge theater geek. Though if you’re the teacher doesn’t that give you a little leeway to be late? Make the others waiting so you can keep talking to me? I mean, if you sweep me away from the students I don’t have to explain myself thirty times when they ask me why America has states.”

He rubbed the back of his head before walking a few steps back, “come follow me. I actually think I know where this classroom is. Like I said, I knew I’ve heard your name before.” He wondered off, looking at the map again before walking down a different hall and at least finding the nine-nine endings of the 200 rooms. “If we get lost again you can’t fail me because you already drenched me in coffee.” He laughed again, trying to find a way to stay positive about the stress of the new country he was living in.

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Blaine managed a small half-chuckle at Adam shrugging it off. He appreciated that; it was better than running into someone who would threaten to kill him for spilling coffee all over them. "I hope you like pumpkin, then," he joked poorly. Shaking his head, he offered an awkward smile. "Yeah, I'm sorry," the man said again. This wasn't a good way to start his job, was it? Ignoring it wouldn't be possible and he just hoped Adam wouldn't go complain about it behind his back because it seriously wasn't intentional in the least. Though, the kid somehow didn't look the type to do something like that. He listened as Adam kept talking, wondering what kind of luck he had to have to run into the foreign exchange student before he even found his classroom. Surely that couldn't be normal.

"Yeah -- well, technically still a student, but I don't go here. I mean, I'm gonna be teaching." The perks of being an education major... "I think that's where I'm going, though... but I honestly don't know where it is." He had kind of been in a hurry, which is why he ended up running into some poor kid in the first place. "No, I haven't heard. I guess that's a perk to being new, huh? I take it you're from England, though. I've always wanted to go to England." He felt like he could be making a much better impression on this kid -- and calling him a kid was probably not fair, considering he was likely as old as he was -- but he still found himself hoping Adam didn't mind. He probably got to meet all kinds of people who acted weird and whatnot. Blaine could definitely see why he was constantly asked about his accent, because it was actually pretty neat... but he wasn't going to be one of those people that fawn over a simple accent. It just wasn't him, mostly because he didn't want to annoy his new friend. If he could even call him that. He was pretty sure teachers weren't supposed to think of themselves as their student's friend, but he figured there was no use worrying about that yet. It wasn't like he was technically a teacher anyway. He was just a student who was trying to finish school, there was nothing special about him, really.

Take A Good Look At Me Now → Bladam

Adam had an interesting first day of school. He was in America for the second time in his life but this time it was to stay for the year. Doing some exchange program his sisters had talked him into doing and now he was taking a full schedule of courses he needed to graduate that would also lead towards his school credits over the pond and even a college class just to see what it was like and if he wanted to stay in America when he graduated at the end of the year. On top of that he had gotten a part time job just to pay for some of his expenses at the apartment his father had bought for him. He was busy, always busy and even though he was a bit scared of some of the female students who were all over him for his accent he at least had a good enough excuse if dating came up.

He sighed as he carried his books, looking at the map to find directions for the classroom he was looking at. He was just as lost when he had to figure out the bus system in order to get to the school in the first place so when he felt someone bump into him and feel the hot liquid over his chest he winced. Listening to the other apologize and Adam just trying to figure out if he was going to make it to class on time with the mixture of problems he was facing this morning. “No…no don’t worry about it, it’ll dry and I’ll smell like pumpkin spice all day but it’ll dry.” He looked up at the man who had run into him, tilting his head and feeling as if he had met him somewhere before because his face just rang bells in the back of his mind. “…Anderson…it’s funny but I definitely know that name from somewhere.” He smiled as he took the other’s hand to shake, “are you a student here because you’re obviously just as lost as I am. LA building? Room 202?” He took his hand back and pulled his bag up onto his shoulder. “My name is Adam by the way…I thought everyone here heard of me because once they hear foreign exchange student everyone wants to know my opinion about Doctor Who and ask me to recite lines from Harry Potter just to hear accent.” He laughed, feeling honestly a little annoyed by the amount of people who have already asked him dumb questions about his home. 

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Take A Good Look At Me Now → Bladam

It had already been a stressful morning. His alarm clock had decided not to go off and then he'd had car troubles.Thankfully, he'd managed to get a ride to the school he was supposed to be teaching at -- he had blocked earlier on in the year and he'd been assigned to a school he'd never heard of before to student teach at. He could already sense the stress of it all starting to build up and he had a while still to handle all this. Eyes closed, he sighed before getting out of his car and suddenly wished he'd gotten a lot more sleep than what he had because he sure felt tired as hell and wanted nothing more than to find somewhere to sleep.

Maybe he could understand why kids would fall asleep in class after all. He'd be fine once he finally got to sit down and drink his coffee, though. He'd had so many setbacks already that he hadn't had time and it was killing him. Blaine toughed it out, though, and walked around the campus. He wasn't actually sure where he was going, which was partially why he'd tried getting there earlier, but he figured he could always ask someone. His brain was a little bit of everywhere, though, so he didn't know how the day would end up going.

Blaine groaned to himself as he walked around a corner, still not having a good idea where he was going, when he suddenly found himself falling back and he blinked a few times. The coffee that had been in his hands moments before was suddenly covering a stranger and Blaine felt a wave of guilt blanket him. "Oh my gosh, I am so sorry," he got out almost immediately, instincts kicking in as he went to wipe the coffee off the man's shirt, only to realize he didn't have a napkin in his hand. He withdrew his hand as quickly as he could, looking extremely forlorn and apologetic.

"I didn't mean to do that, oh gosh..." Some first day. "I'm just -- I'm tired and I don't really know where I am and I just spilled my coffee all over you..." To say he was embarrassed was an understatement, but he didn't know what he could do other than apologize and he'd already done that. So instead, he held his hand out awkwardly and offered the kid a smile masked with discomfort. "Blaine Anderson."