A/N: Thank you @LostGirl2423 for making the gif below!! Its so cute <3  finally a Killian and Blaire chapter! 

𝓛𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓼 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓸𝓷𝓵𝔂 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭...

Blaire

I picked anxiously at my fingernails as David parked in the parking lot.
"You know, if you are not ready all you have to do is say the word, I'll take you back home. I won't be upset." David said.
"Can.. I just sit here for a minute and..breathe?" I asked.
"Sure. Music? No music?" David asked.
"Music." I said. David turned on the radio and kept it low.
"Have you ever..seen anyone about your anxiety Blaire?" David asked.
I shook my head.
"Dad said I didn't have anxiety, I just needed to roll with the punches." I muttered.
"You clearly.. Have some form of anxiety and I don't mean to upset you by saying that."
"I know." I nodded. "I'm..starting to figure out a lot of things about myself without him around."
"Don't think you have to give me an answer right away, but I know a therapist. A good one. I've been seeing him for years."

"You have anxiety?" I asked.
"Not exactly, its just in my line of work...it does some good to have someone who I can talk to. I have occasional nightmares from some of the things I've seen and Dr. Hopper is really good at making sure I know that they're just that. Nightmares. and I think he can help you. He's very flexible when it comes to treatment plans. If you want to try medication, he can help you with that. If you don't want to go that route he can come up with coping mechanisms to help you when your anxiety..or sound sensitivity start getting out of control." David said.

I turned and looked at him.
"You..flinch when I whistle, or..when Wilby gets barking at a squirrel. I know you don't like it when the tv gets too loud, or when too many people are talking at once. You may not think I pay attention but I do..I just want you to feel comfortable at home, at school, wherever you are because you deserve a safe place to call home." David smiled.
I felt my eyes welling over and I quickly looked away wiping my tears.
"I..I'll think about the therapy. It just takes a lot for me to talk to someone.." I said.
"Trust me, I understand." David said. "Now.. as I said earlier, if you want to go home say the word."
I shook my head.
"I promised someone I'd be here today. I..want to keep that promise."
David nodded.
"Okay, well if you need a break, or if anything happens and you need me to come get you, call me. Or find Mary-Margaret and she can call me. I know some of those teachers don't like seeing students on their phones."
"I will." I said and unbuckled and got out of the car. I turned around.
"Uncle David.." I said.
"Yes?" He asked.
"Thank you.. For you know..everything." I shrugged.
"Anytime kiddo." David smiled.
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The first half of the day wasn't terrible, but it wasn't great either. I kept getting strange looks from mostly students, and occasionally teachers too. I could hear them whispering as they walked past me in the hallway so after the first class, I ended up putting my headphones on when walking the halls.

The cafeteria was absolute Chaos, so Will and I took our lunch outside.
"Hows it been today?" Will asked.
"Not..entirely terrible." I sighed. "I Just wish people would stop looking at me like I'm broken." I mumbled and angrily stabbed at the burrito on my tray.
"Don't pay attention to them Blaire. They thrive on other peoples misery."
"How nice of them." I said.
"Most of the bad that happens in this town is covered up and tucked away to keep the image of the most perfect place to live. Yours just happened to be broadcast for the world to see and these people have no idea how to handle it properly. Its all fun games and gossip to them because they're not bloody living the nightmare you're living day to day." Will said. "Don't let them get to ya too much." He added and nudged my shoulder.

"I'm trying." I sighed and glanced up. Just across the way from where Will and I were sitting was Wendy Darling and there was some guy who was clearly bothering her buy playing with her hair, or taking things off her tray.
"Who is that absolute asshat?" I asked.
Will looked up.
"Peter Malcom. He's a dick and he thinks he can get away with whatever he wants because his parents have money."
"Well, lets just go show him he cant." I mumbled. If one good thing was going to come out of the day, it was going to be telling this rich little fucker to piss off. I set my tray aside and got up and walked across the schoolyard to Where Wendy was sitting with Will in tow.

"Hey Wendy whats up?" I said and locked eyes with Peter.
"Nothing.." Wendy said timidly looking at her tray.
"Thats right. Because Peter here, was just about to fuck off." I smiled sweetly at Peter.
"OH. Was I?" Peter challenged with a smirk.
"Well, if you know whats good for you." I shrugged.
"I'd go if I were you mate.." Will said.
Peter raised an eyebrow.
"See you around Wendy." He said and then scoffed at me as he walked away.
"You didn't have to do that." Wendy said. "Now he'll never leave you alone."
"Oh I'm not worried about him. I've known plenty of boys like that, knocked quite a few of them on their asses too. You don't have to put up with his shit." I said. "He's pond scum."
"He never gets in trouble for anything because his parents are like best friends with Mrs. Mills." Wendy rolled her eyes.
"I'm not the only girl he does this to. Just the one he picks on the most."
"I don't think you'll have to worry about him much, if I see him touching any girl I'll break his fingers off." I shrugged.
Wendy grinned.
"Its a good thing you're back." She said.
"Maybe." I shrugged.

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Killian

I stood outside my classroom waiting for my 5th period class to arrive. The second I saw Blaire, it felt like time stopped for a second and I couldn't explain it. She had her headphones on and she was anxiously weaving through students in the crowded hallway on her way to my class. I could see the panic in her eyes and I wished I could take it away from her. She'd dealt with enough already. She looked up at me, and although the panic remained in her eyes she gave me a small smile as she approached me. She pulled her headphones down.

"Welcome back Miss Nolan." I smiled.
"Miss me Jones?" She asked.
I felt like I stopped breathing for a moment and I just blinked at her.
More than I probably should have..yes.
"You...Good?" She asked.
"Aye.. I'm fine go ahead and take your seat." I nodded towards the classroom.
"Okay.." She said and looked at me skeptically. What was it about this girl...how did she seem to see straight through my bullshit. She shrugged her shoulders and walked in the classroom and to her seat.

Once the classroom was full, I walked in and shut the door. I looked around at students chatting with themselves, and a few of them were whispering and pointing in Blaires direction. Blaire sat at her desk keeping her eyes down, and her headphones up, likely trying to block it all out.
"Settle down everyone." I said and made my way towards Blaire. I gently nudged her shoulder and she jumped a little and looked at me. I motioned for her to pull her headphones down.
She pulled them down and put her hands in her lap chipping at her nail polish anxiously. Students were still whispering amongst themselves and looking at Blaire.
"I believe I said settle down!" I barked. Blaire gave me an appreciative nod and opened her history book.

I tried to keep my focus on the lesson and not on Blaire and how She stared directly at me, hanging on to every word I said to keep her mind occupied. Everytime she would glance away she would notice someone looking at her, and turn her attention straight back to me. She was doing pretty well holding it together I thought. I'd have exploded on someone long before this point in the day. As soon as I finished my lecture, I let the students get a headstart on their homework assignments.

Now that the room was mostly quiet, Blaire seemed to get increasingly anxious. Her focus was gone and I noticed her looking around the room at ever little page turn, pencil tap, or paper shuffle. She chewed her pencil and her other hand wound its self in her auburn hair.
I pulled out my phone and send her a quick facebook message.

Me:
Possibly the one question you are absolutely tired of hearing but I have to ask as I'm a bit concerned for you right now. You okay?

Blaire's eyes widened as her notification sound went off. She turned to look at me apologetically. I gestured to my phone letting her know it was me. She raised an eyebrow and pulled her phone from her backpack and looked at it. She hid her phone in her lap to text me back.

Blaire:
I'll be fine. Don't worry about it.

She put her phone back in her backpack. I looked up at her skeptically and started texting back.

Me:
That would be more convincing if you didn't look like you were about to stab Graham with your pencil because he keeps shuffling his feet...If you need to leave the class I'll understand.

When her phone pinged again she slowly turned her head to me and gave me a frustrated look. I nodded for her to check her phone. She narrowed her eyes and plucked her phone from her bag and set it in her lap reading my message.

Blaire:
Not leaving. Stop messaging me before someone figures out it's you messaging me. Are you trying to get fired?

She put her phone back into her backpack and gave me a look that suggested she would not be pulling it back out.

Once the bell rang, the once quiet classroom erupted with the sounds of students gathering their things to flee from the class. Blaire stayed in her seat with her eyes closed just trying to tune it out. I stood up and walked to the desk in front of hers and leaned against it with my hands in my pockets.
"Everyone's left Blaire." I said.
She opened her exhausted eyes and blinked at me.
"You're insane messaging me like that." She sighed. "If someone caught on.."
"What exactly do you think we are hiding Blaire? Its just a message asking if you are okay."
"I..Well I just don't think its a good idea." She stammered and stood up and opened her backpack pulling out some papers and holding them out to me.
"I did at least half of the assignments you sent home with Emma last night...I couldn't sleep."
"I told you, you had plenty of time and other assignments from other teachers too." I sighed.
"I know you did. If you haven't figured out by now that I don't listen for shit, you're doomed." She gave me a small smirk before she picked up her backpack and put it over her shoulder.
"See you tomorrow Jones." She said and turned, walking out of the classroom.

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After the final bell, the halls were chaotic as usual. I stopped a few students who zipped past me on the way to the exit. My eyes scanned the hallway through the chaos. I knew Blaire walked by my room every day after school, I likely shouldn't have known that but I did. I spotted her walking with Will towards the door, and then Will got pulled away by another teacher he was likely trying to skip detention. Blaire pulled her headphones up and took a deep breath, and walked directly into the chaos with her sketchbook clutched to her chest. I watched closely as Peter Malcom and his gang of misfits locked their eyes on her.
Don't you dare you bloody little demon.
Peter smirked and ran past Blaire, purposely knocking into her shoulder. Her headphones fell down, she stumbled and fell and the loose papers in her sketchbook went all over the floor.
"Oops. So Sorry." Peter sneered and walked away with his friends laughing. I strode down the hallway towards Peter but stopped short noticing Blaire was practically frozen in place and trembling.

I crouched down to her. Helping to gather what I could find of the papers from her sketchbook. I heard a small whimper coming from her and looked up at her panic stricken eyes as she looked all around the hall at students hurrying by flinching at the sounds of their shoes squeaking on the tiled floors. I put my hands on her trembling shoulders.
"Hey.. eyes on me." I said softly. She turned and looked at me. "Tune it out. Just listen to me, not everyone else." Blaire nodded and started to look to the side.
"Eyes on me." I repeated. "Don't look at them, its just me. And you." I said. She kept her eyes on mine as I instructed her to breathe and just kept talking to her to keep her attention on me until the chaos from the hallway dissolved.
"Are you hurt at all?" I asked.
"No." Blaire said and wiped her eyes.
"I'm going to help you up okay?"
She nodded. I stood and held out my hand to her. She took my hand and I helped her off the floor. Her legs were shaking.
"Why don't we go sit outside?" I asked
Blaire nodded and I walked with her closely out the door making sure she wouldn't lose balance.
We sat down on the front steps and I looked down at the pile of sketches I still had in my hand. They weren't just sketches, they were full color comic pages.
"Did you do these?" I asked.
Blaire looked at the art in my hands.
"Its nothing special.." She mumbled and took them and tucked them away in her book and put the book in her backpack along with her headphones.
"They were bloody brilliant Blaire. Don't knock yourself down. Peter did enough of that for you."
"I didn't even realize it was him.. When I do that... I have no idea whats going on around me but now I really want to punch his face in." She said.

"Everything alright over here?" Liam asked as he came out of the building.
"Aye. Miss Nolan needed some air. I'm just sitting with her-"
"Until my uncle gets here." Blaire said. "I called him. He's on his way." She added.
"Alright." Liam nodded. "Well, as long as everythings okay." He said. "Don't forget you promised Sebastian you'd come over later." Liam smiled.
"I wouldn't forget it for the world Liam." I sighed. Liam waved and walked to his car.

"I don't believe I saw you call your uncle." I said.
"I didn't. I just didn't want him to think it was weird that you were sitting with me." Blaire sighed.
"You aren't planning to call him...are you?"
"Not really..I don't want to go home right now." Blaire said. "I was there for two weeks."
I looked around. Liam appeared to be the last of the staff to leave.
"Alright. Come on." I said and stood up.
Blaire looked at me confused.
"Well, you don't want to go home, and I don't feel right leaving you sitting here so..come on." I smirked.
Blaire stood up and eyed me skeptically.
"You don't trust a soul do you Blaire Nolan?" I chuckled.
"No. Not really Killian Jones." She shrugged but gave me a small smile. The way my name sounded coming from her lips sent chills up my spine and something about the twinkle in her eyes told me, she knew.

I walked out to the Parking lot with Blaire following behind me.
"Whoa.. wait.." Blaire said looking at the motorcycle I was getting on.
"Ever been on one?" I asked.
She shook her head.
"No... but Its kinda a bucket list thing." She said.
"Well lets just cross it off then." I smiled.
"Are you sure this is a good idea what if someone sees?" Blaire asked.
"Where we are going no one will see." I said.
"Sounds absolutely serial killer like, I'm in." She smirked.
"Excellent get on and put your arms around me."
Blaire got on the back of the motorcycle and awkwardly put her arms around me
I chuckled and adjusted her arms so she was holding on tighter.
"Trust me, you'll want to hold on tight." I said.

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Blaire

I was fortunate that Killian could not see my face. I very..very rarely blushed but I could feel my face heating up and I knew it was likely bright red.
"Ready?" He asked.
"Yeah." I said. Killian started the motorcycle and I tightened my grip around his midsection as we started moving. I was also glad he couldn't hear the squeak I made as we took off. I shut my eyes and pressed my face into his back. How did I never notice how good this man smelled?
Don't be creepy Blaire. Well..you know what? You're on the back of a motorcycle that your history teacher is driving who knows where. All bets are off.

When I finally peeled my face off of Killian's back to look around I was stunned by the view. I didn't even know this part of Storybrooke existed. We appeared to be on a road that overlooked the small ocean side town and from up here..I finally didn't feel so small. The wind blew my hair back as it felt like we were gliding smoothly around every curve. The sun poking through the trees made the road appear to be glittering.

Killian turned into a small area that seemed to be hidden unless you knew where to look for it. There was a picnic table and an opening to a cliff that overlooked the entire town. He stopped the motorcycle and I let go of him. We got off the motorcycle and I followed him to the picnic table. He sat down across from me and chuckled.
"What?" I asked.
"You're hair." He said. "Its everywhere."
"My hair? You should see yours." I said and flattened my hair. Killian ran his hands through his dark locks and fixed his hair.

I looked around, the area seemed to be slightly over grown.
"No one knows about this place?" I asked.
"Very few. No one ever really comes out here anymore."
"Why?" I asked.
"Loads of people get into accidents on this road and years ago, someone actually fell off that cliff. So half the town thinks this area is cursed." Killian shrugged.
"Spooky." I smirked.
"I come up here often just to get away. Its quiet..and when you look down on the town..you don't feel so-"
"Small.." I finished for him.
"Aye." He smiled. "I figured you needed a break."
"I did." I nodded.
"How are you doing?" Killian asked. "After everything."
"For a girl with a dead mom and a murderer dad, I guess I'm doing okay." I shrugged.
Killian smirked.
"You don't have to do that, you know." He said.
"Do what?" I asked.
"You use sarcasm as a defense mechanism. But you don't have to be defensive.. Not with me." He said.
I swallowed hard. 

"Its just easier than the real answer.." I said. "I don't know how I am. I don't know how to process any of it. The only thing that got me through was the hope that my mom would be found and I'd be able to go home. Now thats gone, and my dad is waiting on a trial for her murder...and it all happened so fast I feel like I got whiplash. I still don't know if I believe he did it..but he knew they were going to arrest him. Why would he know that.. If he wasn't guilty?" I sighed and ran my hands through my hair. "I don't know its just crazy."

"And it certainly doesn't help that your life was broadcast to the world." Killian frowned.
"No.. it didn't. My uncle punched a reporter in the face so that was cool." I shrugged.
"If there was ever a face that needed to be punched it was Sidney Glass' That man is a joke and has no respect for anyone." Killian said.
"Nope." I sighed and looked up at him. "How..did you do what you did in the hallway? Usually when I start an episode like that I can't stop it."
"Ah.. well my Nephew, Bastian, he has high functioning autism and when he gets overloaded he gets meltdowns that are quite similar to what I saw happening to you.. He also has the sound sensitivity...which I can't believe I didn't pick up from you before with the headphones." Killian stopped and thought for a moment. "Anyways I just used the same skills his therapist taught Liam and I to use for him and prayed they would work. I'm glad they did...has that ever happened before?" Killian asked.

"A couple times its gotten that bad..but I never had anyone who understood to help stop it. My dad just thought it was me being a brat. He refused to even entertain the idea that I had some sort of deep rooted anxiety.. And I'm starting to understand why." I said and looked down at my hands.

"Why do you think that?" Killian asked.
"Because he knows..he caused it. He constantly put pressure on me to be tough, to look out for myself. Which.. In a way was good I guess but.. The ways he went about it. The hurtful things he said.. I pretended they didn't bother me. I laughed it off because thats what he expected me to do. It wasn't until I moved here that I realized how not normal that is. I mean.. Who tells their 12 year who just got their face punched in, in a boxing match to stop embarrassing them with all the crying? And then makes that 12 year old stand in the freezing parking garage for three hours practicing because they lost said match. Who tells their daughter..who just lost a friend..and still to this day blames themselves that it was a lesson learned and why did it take my mother being possibly murdered by him for me to wake the fuck up and realize this? I love my dad..it wasn't all bad but he fucked me up and the fact that he refuses to take accountability for any of it..." I scoffed and stood up walking towards the look out. Now that everything was finally off my chest I couldn't tell if I felt better or worse.

"I'm really sorry about your father Blaire.. Its not right what he's done." Killian said and stood up I turned around and watched him eyeing me carefully.
"Do..you think I'm going to jump or something?" I asked.
"No. but I would like it if you weren't so close to the edge.."
I noticed the anxious look in his eyes and stepped away from the edge of the cliff. Killian sighed in relief.
"I didn't think you were going to jump. I promise its just its not entirely safe up here." He said.
"It..is pretty though."
"Aye. very." He said and sat down and pat the spot next to him.
I sat down and we looked down on the town together as the sun was setting.
"I'm sorry.. I just kind of unloaded on you like that. I..don't usually do that. Somehow you just make it easy I guess." I shrugged.
"Its okay, Blaire. It sounded as though you've been holding that all in for a while I'm glad you felt safe talking to me about it." Killian smiled.
I pulled my knees up to my chest and rested my head on them looking at him.
"You knew the guy who fell from up here didn't you?" I asked "Its why you got scared when I was standing too close to the edge."
"Aye.." Killian frowned. "You're really good at that you know. Seeing things that others don't." Killian said.
I just shrugged.
"Maybe...want to talk about it?"
"It was an accident. It was me, and a few of my old university mates up here drinking. It was my idea because I thought it was a cool place." Killian swallowed hard. "I'm sure you know how the story ends. Drinking on a cliff was not one of my brightest ideas."
"But it wasn't your fault. You didn't push him...did you?" I asked.
"No..No. he fell. A piece of the cliff broke off and he fell with it we didn't even have time to react it happened so fast but Sidney Glass painted me as a villain in the papers for the next few weeks that followed. Anything for a good story."
"Thats not fair at all." I mumbled. "What a colossal asshat...I'm sorry about your friend."
"Aye.. me too. But we can't change what happened. We just move forward. We don't forget but..we adapt. I Lost my mother at a young age too..much younger than you and there isn't ever a day when I don't miss her and I can't give you a timeline on when things will get easier because people deal with grief in there own ways but I can tell you Blaire, that it will indeed get better. My brother always says when you're at the bottom.."
"The only place you can go is up." I smiled. "He uh.. Actually said that this morning in class Not to me, but I felt like..maybe he meant it for me."
Killian nodded and smiled.
"Probably." He said.

We started at each other in silence. It wasn't awkward. There was a certain level of understanding between the two of us. Somehow.. Someway, Killian Jones was meant to almost kill me with his motorcycle that summer afternoon a month ago It set in motion two complete strangers, who life just couldn't seem to give a break meeting and everything led to this moment right here and I could tell he felt that too. I was put in his life for a reason, and him in mine and maybe together we could figure out what that reason was.

"Can I ask a question?" Killian asked.
"Shoot." I nodded.
"Before you left.. You said there was something that you needed to talk to me about in person...but you never got the chance...what was it?" He asked.
My heart sank into my stomach. I was forgetting one..very vital thing. Killian Jones was married. I crashed and burned back to reality. And he's your teacher Blaire..
I shook my head and looked away.
"I...don't remember." I lied.
"Oh. I suppose thats understandable, your life has been kind of chaos since then." Killian said but there was a hint of disappointment in his tone.
"We..should get back. I'm sure my uncle is worried about me." I said.
"Aye. I'm sure. I'll get you back home."
"Drop me off at your house, its only a few blocks from mine." I said. "I can see your castle of a house from my window." I added and smirked.

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Killian parked his motorcycle in the driveway to his house and I got off.
"I should go I don't know how your wife would feel about me being here." I said.
"She's not home and we both know Captain likes you." He chuckled but his eyes held a certain sadness that they hadn't until we got here.
"Are..you happy?" I asked.
"Like right now? Or in general. I'm content right now, for the first time since I can remember" He said and scratched behind his ear.
"In general." I said.
"Thats.. Not quite an easy answer Blaire." He shrugged.
"I see." I nodded. "I..better go." I gave him a half smile.
"Aye, I don't want you to get in trouble... email me when you get home...or actually." He said and opened his messenger bag and pulled out a notebook and wrote something down and tore the page out before handing it to me.
"You can text me. Its probably a safer way to communicate than the school email. Or..facebook." He said.
"O..okay." I stammered and folded the paper and tucked it into the side pocket on my backpack.
"See you tomorrow Blaire."
"See you Tomorrow." I said. I didn't want to cross the line by using his first name but Mr. Jones just didn't feel right anymore. "And thank you..for today."
"Anytime." Killian smiled.
I turned around and walked out of the driveway. I made it almost to the end of the street before I looked back. He was still standing there. I sighed and turned around again and kept walking towards the house.

Once I got home, I walked inside. David hurried to the door and I knew he was asking me a bunch of questions about where I had been for the last few hours, but my brain was elsewhere. Somehow.. I had caught feelings for my completely out of reach history teacher.
fuck..