[FIC] The Budding Friendship + Three Bonus Ficlets
Fandom: Glee
Title: The Budding Friendship + Three Bonus Ficlets
Rating: G
Pairing: Pre-Blaine/Kurt; Blaine/Kurt; Mentions of Rachel/Blaine
Spoilers: NBK, BIOTA, BTW, and Rumours
Warnings: Rachel. Love Potion. David.
Author's Note: So... The breakfast scene really didn't unfold the way I wanted it to... Also, the three ficlets are based on scenes from canon. The Breakfast takes place during year 1. The ficlets take place in Year 4.
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Kurt should have known that looking forward to breakfast was a bad idea. As he walked in, a hulking pair of Slytherin fourth years, David Karofsky and Azimio Adams, marched right up to him, tossing matching goblets of pumpkin juice at him. As Kurt flinched, the pumpkin juice arced high into the air, rebounding on the bullies. He cracked open one glasz eye and stared incredulously at the now soaked boys. They sputtered, glowering at Kurt, before lumbering off. Kurt watched as they left, wondering just how that had happened.
Blaine waved him over to the Gryffindor table and grinned. "Like that?"
"Was that you?" Kurt goggled at the youth. "How did...?"
"Wingardium Leviosa. Learned it in Charms, Professor Holliday, remember?" Blaine laughed, plucking a square of toast off a tray in the center of the table.
Kurt flushed with slight embarrassment. He hadn't forgotten his own Head of House's class. It had been announced back at the Sorting Feast that Professor Flitwick had retired. There were multiple new teachers. Apparently Professors Schuester and Sylvester had been hired shortly after the Battle of Hogwarts. Then Madame Pomfrey and Madame Hooch both retired and were replaced with Madame Pillsbury and Madame Beiste. Professor Holliday took over Charms class, and it was a generally enjoyable time. Frequently, she dressed up as the recipient of one of the charms she was teaching. She'd spent the entirety of the Levitation Jinx lesson hovering in the air. She still refused to reveal how, as Wingardium Leviosa didn't work on people. According to the fifth years, when she taught them Tarantallegra, she spent the entire lesson dancing.
"Anyway, I couldn't let them do that, so I did a little wandwork." Blaine smiled cheekily.
Kurt rolled his eyes, but plopped onto the bench next to him. "No one says wandwork anymore. Wait, is it okay for me to sit here?"
Blaine waved a hand dismissively, "Tina Cohen-Chang and Brittany Pierce are always sitting here, even though they're in your house."
The effeminate youth tried to match up the names to faces, "The girl with the stutter and the curiosity of Ravenclaw House, right?"
"You don't know the names of anyone in your house?" The young Gryffindor queried, tilting his head to the side, as though solving some kind of problem in his head. "I mean, not even your yearmates?"
Kurt shook his head, grabbing a slice of turkey bacon. "No. Most people tend to avoid me. I even heard one second year say that if they didn't want to catch my gay, that others should just avoid me."
"You're gay?"
Kurt tensed. That was one thing he hadn't meant to tell him. Great, here was where Blaine said that he never wanted to see him again, and if he knew what was good for him, he'd leave before he jinxed him beyond repair, et cetera, et cetera.
"That's great!"
What.
"Great? Being harassed is great? Being bullied for getting up in the morning is great?" Kurt fumed, staring at his new friend incredulously. Of all the words he'd expected, great had not been one of them.
"No." Blaine flushed, bowing his head low. "It's just..." He cast a worried glance around, hoping no one would hear. His voice was timid, like he was afraid Kurt would judge him. "I don't think I'm ready for people to know, but I think I am too."
Kurt looked like he'd been confunded. "Seriously?"
The curly-haired boy just nodded stiffly. Kurt nudged his shoulder, "I've always felt like I was the only one ever because I grew up in a small isolated area just outside of Ottery St. Catchpole. It's so great to know that I'm not." He felt the overwhelming urge to hug Blaine, but he really didn't know him well enough to just fling himself onto him like he did with Mercedes. Speaking of whom...
"Oh hell to the naw, Hummel," Mercedes roared, though she had a grin on her face, "You did not come to breakfast without picking me up."
"Sorry, I had a breakfast d...invitation from Blaine." Kurt smiled.
Blaine nodded. Mercedes' wrath was a frightening thing to behold. "I invited him after the match yesterday."
"Ooh," Mercedes cooed, "Then I won't interrupt you two, I think I see Quinn anyway." She strolled away humming 'A Cauldron Full of Hot, Strong Love'. Kurt glowered after her, cursing Celestina Warbeck with the force of a thousand Hungarian Horntails.
"Very funny, 'Cedes!"
"I said nothing!"
Blaine shook his head laughing. Wes and Jeff had strolled into the Great Hall and proceeded to sit near the two Seekers.
"Seems we have a spy." Wes eyed Kurt, though it was clear he was joking.
Blaine huffed, "He's not a spy, I invited him to have breakfast with me. Something that really has yet to happen." He side-eyed Wes and Jeff. "Where's David? He's usually with you two."
"What's shakin' bacon?" A voice formed out of nowhere next to him. Blaine's head whipped around to find David two inches from his face. Blaine promptly shrieked and fell backwards off the bench to Wes and Jeff's raucous laughter.
"You'd think I'd learn by now." Blaine hefted himself off the floor. "Why didn't you warn me?" He aimed that question at Kurt, who'd definitely had a full view of David sitting near him.
Kurt laughed. "S and G's?"
Blaine sniffed, "Some friend you are." He poked Kurt's rib, laughing when he jumped away with a yelp. "Can't even watch my back."
Kurt laughed, standing up. "I have to go to Transfiguration. Meet me here for lunch?"
Blaine jumped up, hugging the boy. "Of course!"
Pulling away, Kurt tried to hide his blush. "I-I'll see you then." And with that, he turned tail and ran to class, wondering if he read too much into that.
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(The three ficlets)
Kurt sat across from Blaine in the Great Hall, staring into a goblet of apple juice. Blaine munched on his toast, waiting patiently for Kurt to speak. It was clear something was wrong. They'd been friends for three years, so it was painfully clear that Kurt was upset about something. He also knew that the boy would say nothing until prodded.
"Kurt, is everything okay?" Prod.
"I'm fine." Evasion.
"Are you sure?" Press.
"I said I was fine." Vehemence.
"You don't sound fine." More pressure.
A huff. Blaine had cracked past the wall. Kurt leveled a glare at him, which the brunet was unsure he was deserving of. "Fine, Karofsky body checked me into a suit of armor. I am bruised and tired and sick of it."
"Then do something about it." Blaine offered.
Kurt scoffed. "Like what? I've told Professor Holliday. She said that as Karofsky is in Slytherin House, he is not her student to scold. Like I'm going to go to Professor Sylvester. The woman is scary as hell."
Blaine mulled it over for a moment, hazel eyes losing focus for a moment, "You could stand up for yourself. Tell him you won't take it anymore." He tore off a piece of parchment and scrawled a message on it and handed it to Kurt, before standing and heading out of the hall. Kurt watched him leave before opening the slip of parchment. On it was scrawled one word: Courage.
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"You used love potion on Blaine?!" Kurt screeched, wanting nothing more than to knock Rachel's head off. "Not only is that dubiously legal, there's also the issue of his sexuality which I assure you is not compatible with you."
"You said yourself he was questioning." Rachel countered.
Kurt clenched his fists to keep from throttling her. "He said he enjoyed the kiss, which is something that love potion causes."
Rachel turned her nose up and Kurt had to resist the urge to jinx it into the shape of an elephant's trunk. "Well, the date we had in Hogsmeade was wonderful. He was a gentleman and we saw the play 'The Dragon and the Nymph: a Forbidden Love Story'. We even quoted Aribella's lines together."
"Yeah, that's not gay at all." Kurt sniffed dryly.
"We have a lot in common!"
Kurt smirked, "A fact stated by many a hag about many a gay." He grasped her hand, tracing a soothing circle on the back of it. "Fact of the matter is that Blaine will be the first in a long line of Wizards who later turn out to be the gayest of men."
Rachel huffed. "Then I'm taking away the filter. Kiss him sober."
"Sober?"
"Love potion is intoxicating." Rachel waved her hand dismissively. "Anyway, if there's a spark, I'll have done you a favor. Last thing you need is to fall for another straight guy."
Kurt's eye twitched. Like a mantra, he repeated, 'Must not hex. Must not hex,' in his mind.
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After a couple months at Beauxbatons, Kurt Hummel was back at Hogwarts. It had been too long, and while some of the students had been nice, and Karofsky hadn't been there to harass him, he still missed all of his friends dearly. Blaine had run through the main foyer at top speed, flinging himself into Kurt's arms and pressing a kiss to his lips, surprising him. He had sung to him in the Great Hall, backed up by David, Wes, Jeff, Nick, Mercedes, Rachel, Mike, Sam, Quinn, and Trent. It had been so sweet and wonderful, but like all good things, that feeling, too, ended.
He'd befriended Sam the previous year, and learned that his father had lost his job when they'd moved from America to England. Their family was slowly getting back on their feet, but it was not easy. The Ministry of Magic was back on its feet and going strong. However, remembering the past, people were wary of taking jobs there. Mrs. Evans managed to get a secretarial position while Mr. Evans got a janitorial job. Stacy and Stevie, his little siblings, were left with a wonderful Irish nanny when possible.
However, Kurt had found out that Sam was staying in the Leaky Cauldron in London over the summer. The teen had taken to watching Stacy and Stevie while Sam bounced from store to store, applying for jobs in Diagon Alley.
Apparently, Rachel had recruited Finn, Kurt's squib step-brother, to spy on him. Of course, all they saw was Kurt leaving the Leaky Cauldron after hugging Sam, which was how he ended up in the Great Hall, speaking to Rachel.
"Kurt, Sam is nice, but he's not worth losing Blaine over."
"Oh how I've missed your special brand of crazy."
"You're cheating on Blaine."
"Who's cheating on me?"
Kurt and Rachel whipped their heads around to stare at the Gryffindor fourth year. Kurt stiff-armed Rachel off the bench. "Gnomelette here thinks I'm cheating on you with Sam."
"He's not."
Rachel huffed. "How can you be sure?"
"I trust him." Blaine shrugged.
Title: The Budding Friendship + Three Bonus Ficlets
Rating: G
Pairing: Pre-Blaine/Kurt; Blaine/Kurt; Mentions of Rachel/Blaine
Spoilers: NBK, BIOTA, BTW, and Rumours
Warnings: Rachel. Love Potion. David.
Author's Note: So... The breakfast scene really didn't unfold the way I wanted it to... Also, the three ficlets are based on scenes from canon. The Breakfast takes place during year 1. The ficlets take place in Year 4.
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Kurt should have known that looking forward to breakfast was a bad idea. As he walked in, a hulking pair of Slytherin fourth years, David Karofsky and Azimio Adams, marched right up to him, tossing matching goblets of pumpkin juice at him. As Kurt flinched, the pumpkin juice arced high into the air, rebounding on the bullies. He cracked open one glasz eye and stared incredulously at the now soaked boys. They sputtered, glowering at Kurt, before lumbering off. Kurt watched as they left, wondering just how that had happened.
Blaine waved him over to the Gryffindor table and grinned. "Like that?"
"Was that you?" Kurt goggled at the youth. "How did...?"
"Wingardium Leviosa. Learned it in Charms, Professor Holliday, remember?" Blaine laughed, plucking a square of toast off a tray in the center of the table.
Kurt flushed with slight embarrassment. He hadn't forgotten his own Head of House's class. It had been announced back at the Sorting Feast that Professor Flitwick had retired. There were multiple new teachers. Apparently Professors Schuester and Sylvester had been hired shortly after the Battle of Hogwarts. Then Madame Pomfrey and Madame Hooch both retired and were replaced with Madame Pillsbury and Madame Beiste. Professor Holliday took over Charms class, and it was a generally enjoyable time. Frequently, she dressed up as the recipient of one of the charms she was teaching. She'd spent the entirety of the Levitation Jinx lesson hovering in the air. She still refused to reveal how, as Wingardium Leviosa didn't work on people. According to the fifth years, when she taught them Tarantallegra, she spent the entire lesson dancing.
"Anyway, I couldn't let them do that, so I did a little wandwork." Blaine smiled cheekily.
Kurt rolled his eyes, but plopped onto the bench next to him. "No one says wandwork anymore. Wait, is it okay for me to sit here?"
Blaine waved a hand dismissively, "Tina Cohen-Chang and Brittany Pierce are always sitting here, even though they're in your house."
The effeminate youth tried to match up the names to faces, "The girl with the stutter and the curiosity of Ravenclaw House, right?"
"You don't know the names of anyone in your house?" The young Gryffindor queried, tilting his head to the side, as though solving some kind of problem in his head. "I mean, not even your yearmates?"
Kurt shook his head, grabbing a slice of turkey bacon. "No. Most people tend to avoid me. I even heard one second year say that if they didn't want to catch my gay, that others should just avoid me."
"You're gay?"
Kurt tensed. That was one thing he hadn't meant to tell him. Great, here was where Blaine said that he never wanted to see him again, and if he knew what was good for him, he'd leave before he jinxed him beyond repair, et cetera, et cetera.
"That's great!"
What.
"Great? Being harassed is great? Being bullied for getting up in the morning is great?" Kurt fumed, staring at his new friend incredulously. Of all the words he'd expected, great had not been one of them.
"No." Blaine flushed, bowing his head low. "It's just..." He cast a worried glance around, hoping no one would hear. His voice was timid, like he was afraid Kurt would judge him. "I don't think I'm ready for people to know, but I think I am too."
Kurt looked like he'd been confunded. "Seriously?"
The curly-haired boy just nodded stiffly. Kurt nudged his shoulder, "I've always felt like I was the only one ever because I grew up in a small isolated area just outside of Ottery St. Catchpole. It's so great to know that I'm not." He felt the overwhelming urge to hug Blaine, but he really didn't know him well enough to just fling himself onto him like he did with Mercedes. Speaking of whom...
"Oh hell to the naw, Hummel," Mercedes roared, though she had a grin on her face, "You did not come to breakfast without picking me up."
"Sorry, I had a breakfast d...invitation from Blaine." Kurt smiled.
Blaine nodded. Mercedes' wrath was a frightening thing to behold. "I invited him after the match yesterday."
"Ooh," Mercedes cooed, "Then I won't interrupt you two, I think I see Quinn anyway." She strolled away humming 'A Cauldron Full of Hot, Strong Love'. Kurt glowered after her, cursing Celestina Warbeck with the force of a thousand Hungarian Horntails.
"Very funny, 'Cedes!"
"I said nothing!"
Blaine shook his head laughing. Wes and Jeff had strolled into the Great Hall and proceeded to sit near the two Seekers.
"Seems we have a spy." Wes eyed Kurt, though it was clear he was joking.
Blaine huffed, "He's not a spy, I invited him to have breakfast with me. Something that really has yet to happen." He side-eyed Wes and Jeff. "Where's David? He's usually with you two."
"What's shakin' bacon?" A voice formed out of nowhere next to him. Blaine's head whipped around to find David two inches from his face. Blaine promptly shrieked and fell backwards off the bench to Wes and Jeff's raucous laughter.
"You'd think I'd learn by now." Blaine hefted himself off the floor. "Why didn't you warn me?" He aimed that question at Kurt, who'd definitely had a full view of David sitting near him.
Kurt laughed. "S and G's?"
Blaine sniffed, "Some friend you are." He poked Kurt's rib, laughing when he jumped away with a yelp. "Can't even watch my back."
Kurt laughed, standing up. "I have to go to Transfiguration. Meet me here for lunch?"
Blaine jumped up, hugging the boy. "Of course!"
Pulling away, Kurt tried to hide his blush. "I-I'll see you then." And with that, he turned tail and ran to class, wondering if he read too much into that.
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(The three ficlets)
Kurt sat across from Blaine in the Great Hall, staring into a goblet of apple juice. Blaine munched on his toast, waiting patiently for Kurt to speak. It was clear something was wrong. They'd been friends for three years, so it was painfully clear that Kurt was upset about something. He also knew that the boy would say nothing until prodded.
"Kurt, is everything okay?" Prod.
"I'm fine." Evasion.
"Are you sure?" Press.
"I said I was fine." Vehemence.
"You don't sound fine." More pressure.
A huff. Blaine had cracked past the wall. Kurt leveled a glare at him, which the brunet was unsure he was deserving of. "Fine, Karofsky body checked me into a suit of armor. I am bruised and tired and sick of it."
"Then do something about it." Blaine offered.
Kurt scoffed. "Like what? I've told Professor Holliday. She said that as Karofsky is in Slytherin House, he is not her student to scold. Like I'm going to go to Professor Sylvester. The woman is scary as hell."
Blaine mulled it over for a moment, hazel eyes losing focus for a moment, "You could stand up for yourself. Tell him you won't take it anymore." He tore off a piece of parchment and scrawled a message on it and handed it to Kurt, before standing and heading out of the hall. Kurt watched him leave before opening the slip of parchment. On it was scrawled one word: Courage.
---
"You used love potion on Blaine?!" Kurt screeched, wanting nothing more than to knock Rachel's head off. "Not only is that dubiously legal, there's also the issue of his sexuality which I assure you is not compatible with you."
"You said yourself he was questioning." Rachel countered.
Kurt clenched his fists to keep from throttling her. "He said he enjoyed the kiss, which is something that love potion causes."
Rachel turned her nose up and Kurt had to resist the urge to jinx it into the shape of an elephant's trunk. "Well, the date we had in Hogsmeade was wonderful. He was a gentleman and we saw the play 'The Dragon and the Nymph: a Forbidden Love Story'. We even quoted Aribella's lines together."
"Yeah, that's not gay at all." Kurt sniffed dryly.
"We have a lot in common!"
Kurt smirked, "A fact stated by many a hag about many a gay." He grasped her hand, tracing a soothing circle on the back of it. "Fact of the matter is that Blaine will be the first in a long line of Wizards who later turn out to be the gayest of men."
Rachel huffed. "Then I'm taking away the filter. Kiss him sober."
"Sober?"
"Love potion is intoxicating." Rachel waved her hand dismissively. "Anyway, if there's a spark, I'll have done you a favor. Last thing you need is to fall for another straight guy."
Kurt's eye twitched. Like a mantra, he repeated, 'Must not hex. Must not hex,' in his mind.
---
After a couple months at Beauxbatons, Kurt Hummel was back at Hogwarts. It had been too long, and while some of the students had been nice, and Karofsky hadn't been there to harass him, he still missed all of his friends dearly. Blaine had run through the main foyer at top speed, flinging himself into Kurt's arms and pressing a kiss to his lips, surprising him. He had sung to him in the Great Hall, backed up by David, Wes, Jeff, Nick, Mercedes, Rachel, Mike, Sam, Quinn, and Trent. It had been so sweet and wonderful, but like all good things, that feeling, too, ended.
He'd befriended Sam the previous year, and learned that his father had lost his job when they'd moved from America to England. Their family was slowly getting back on their feet, but it was not easy. The Ministry of Magic was back on its feet and going strong. However, remembering the past, people were wary of taking jobs there. Mrs. Evans managed to get a secretarial position while Mr. Evans got a janitorial job. Stacy and Stevie, his little siblings, were left with a wonderful Irish nanny when possible.
However, Kurt had found out that Sam was staying in the Leaky Cauldron in London over the summer. The teen had taken to watching Stacy and Stevie while Sam bounced from store to store, applying for jobs in Diagon Alley.
Apparently, Rachel had recruited Finn, Kurt's squib step-brother, to spy on him. Of course, all they saw was Kurt leaving the Leaky Cauldron after hugging Sam, which was how he ended up in the Great Hall, speaking to Rachel.
"Kurt, Sam is nice, but he's not worth losing Blaine over."
"Oh how I've missed your special brand of crazy."
"You're cheating on Blaine."
"Who's cheating on me?"
Kurt and Rachel whipped their heads around to stare at the Gryffindor fourth year. Kurt stiff-armed Rachel off the bench. "Gnomelette here thinks I'm cheating on you with Sam."
"He's not."
Rachel huffed. "How can you be sure?"
"I trust him." Blaine shrugged.