A Serendipitous Encounter
Title: A Serendipitous Encounter
Author: rachelallover
Pairing: Kurtofsky
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 4,128
Warning: Some strong language.
Spoilers: None, purely AU (Harry Potter crossover)
Summary: Kurt was miffed when he was talked into carrying out a crazy scheme for Rachel which involved Polyjuice Potion, sneaking out after curfew, and infiltrating the Slytherin common room, among other things. But the last thing he expected was to run into his long-time crush, star Quidditch player David Karofsky. Could the cards actually be in his favor, despite having suffered a whole night of mishaps and bad fortune?
Disclaimer: All characters belong to Ryan Murphy & co. I don't own Glee.
A/N: Just a little something I did for Kurtofsky week. I think this is the first official Kurtofsky fic I've posted, so hoorah! Also included as a companion is my first fanart contribution as well! Nothing spectacular, but it's the first time I've dabbled in color ever, so I'm proud of how it turned out (do you know how hard it is to color something in Photoshop on a trackpad?!). I had a lot of fun working on this! :)
Kurt was sitting on his trunk flipping through his Defense Against the Dark Arts book when Rachel burst through the door, followed by Mercedes who was chuckling as she rolled her eyes.
“What’s your problem?” Kurt asked as Rachel stood in front of him, a frantic look in her eyes.
“Quinn! She stole my notebook!”
“Her diary, actually,” Mercedes interjected, still laughing. Rachel glared at her momentarily before turning back to Kurt.
“Well, that’s what you get for sneaking your girlfriend into your dormitory,” he snickered.
“I need you to help me get it back,” she said to him, her eyes pleading.
“Rachel, I cannot do that,” Kurt asserted, rolling his eyes as Rachel flopped onto his bed dramatically. “And more importantly, why would you want me to do that, of all people?”
“Kurt, you don’t understand - I need that d-… er, notebook for our potions exam tomorrow!” she insisted, though they all knew the truth. She was really just trying to stop Quinn from seeing all of the fantasies and spewed thoughts about her, and potions was the least of Rachel’s concerns.
“Well if you’re so concerned about your diary,” Kurt drawled, “why don’t you get it yourself?” He was really not in the mood for wandering around the castle, and if he was being honest, he didn’t understand what on earth she was thinking. They’d been dating for over a month now, surely she could just ask for it, right? It’s not like she didn’t take occasional trips to the dungeons with Quinn.
“No, I’ve tried, she keeps saying she doesn’t know what I’m talking about, but I know it was her! It went missing two days ago, and there hadn’t been anyone else near my things.”
“Alright, well how do you expect me to get into the Slytherin common room? In case you forgot, we Gryffindors don’t fare well in the dungeons.”
“Well, I know that, but can’t you use Polyjuice Potion?”
“Rachel, you realize that takes weeks to brew, right?” Mercedes interrupted.
“Of course I do, but I know for a fact that Kurt has some left over from when Finn begged him to take his Charms examination last week,” Rachel retorted, looking at Kurt pointedly. He cursed under his breath; he’d forgot that he’d told her about that. He looked at her for a moment, contemplating his decision, before he finally gave in.
“Alright, alright!” Kurt threw his hands up. “You caught me. Find a Slytherin girl, bring me back some hair, and I’ll do it for you,” he sighed, standing to put his books back on his bedside table. Rachel squealed with delight and embraced him.
“Oh, I’ve already got some!” she smiled. Kurt rolled his eyes. Of course she did. “I got it from Santana at dinner. And don’t worry about the robes - you can borrow a set of mine, I think Santana and I are almost the same size, they might be a bit snug but it will do. And you can use a tie Quinn left in my room the other day…” Mercedes raised her eyebrow at Rachel, who merely blushed, hoping neither of them wouldn’t embarrass her further.
“Okay, well we need to know that Santana won’t be there when I am. Though, I wouldn’t be surprised if you’ve got that figured out, too.”
“Brittany’s sneaking her out so they can go hang out in the Room of Requirement…” She exchanged a suspicious look with Mercedes before adding, “I didn’t ask for details.”
“Alright, let’s get this over with,” he groaned, taking the hair from Rachel and reaching into his trunk to retrieve a sealed cup about half full of Polyjuice Potion.
“Why don’t you go grab me your robes to wear while I’m doing this?” he said, prompting Rachel to scurry out the door. Mercedes moved across the room to sit on Kurt’s trunk.
“The things you do for that girl,” she laughed, shaking her head.
“Oh stop it, you know I’d do it for you, too,” he replied. He dropped the hair into the potion and waited for it to change before taking a big swig of it.
“Well, you could always talk to Puckerman while you’re down there. Put in a good word for me,” she winked.
“Yeah okay, Wheezy, I’ll see what I can do,” Kurt laughed, but he spoke in a voice that wasn’t his own. In his place was the slender body of Santana Lopez, drowning in Kurt’s now oversized robes. It always startled him at first, hearing and seeing the drastic change, but he adjusted easily, brushing a bit of Santana’s thick dark hair behind his ear.
“Well, I don’t think you’ll have any problems convincing people you’re Santana,” she chuckled, “You’ve always been able to bring the sass!” Just then, Rachel came back in with a set of robes and Slytherin tie draped over her arm.
“Here, take these,” she said, handing them over. “Mercedes and I will wait in the common room for you.” She grabbed Mercedes hand and led her out, closing the door behind them.
This is ridiculous, Kurt thought as he removed his own robes, folding them neatly and setting them on his bed. He threw Rachel’s things on quickly, trying to avoid seeing any of Santana’s anatomy. It was weird enough actually having her body, going past that would just be too much. He slipped the tie around his neck and slowly made his way into the common room.
He peaked around the corner before he entered, making sure it was only Rachel and Mercedes. Santana wasn’t popular among most Gryffindors, and he didn’t want to deal with any unwelcome distractions.
“Alright, I only have about an hour to get this done, so let’s hope there isn’t much standing in my way,” he said, checking the time on the watch he stowed in his pocket. “And Rachel,” he said sweetly, putting his hand on her cheek,” You so owe me for this.” With that, he left through the portrait, peeking down the corridor to make sure no one would see him come out.
It took him longer than he’d like to actually reach the dungeons, being that it was past curfew, and he had to dodge quite a few prefects, and by the time he'd gotten there, he had started to think it might've been a better idea to take the potion after he'd left the Gryffindor common room. But there wasn't much he could do about it now, so he hoped he’d be able to breeze in and out of the girls dormitory without a fuss.
As he passed through the common room, he noticed only one small group of guys huddled across the room by the fireplace. As he glanced around, observing his surroundings, his thought process was stopped as he walked into what could’ve been a solid brick wall. He glanced up to see the face of Dave Karofsky looking down on him, giving him a sly grin.
“Hey, San,” he smirked, “you look lost?”
Kurt felt his heart skip a beat as he met Dave’s eyes. He’d been admiring Dave from afar practically all his years at Hogwarts; despite their house differences, his will was no match against the hot, star Quidditch player. But more than that, there was something almost mysterious about him that intrigued Kurt. Despite his feelings, he had to quickly compose himself, hoping this would be a short exchange.
“Lost? Oh, please, why would I be lost in our own common room?” he remarked, putting a hand on his hip.
“I was hoping you could tell me just that, considering you were just about to walk into the boys’ dormitory,” he said, raising an eyebrow.
…Well, shit.
“What’s it to you?”
“Well, normally I wouldn’t ask, but I figured that since you left with Brittany about half an hour ago, you’d be out all night... Besides, we both know you’ve got a lot more invested in her than anything you can find in the boys’ room.”
“Um, well…” Kurt sputtered; he wasn’t really sure what to say. He hadn’t anticipated he’d run into anyone that saw Santana leave, let alone someone who knew her so well. However, he was quickly cut off.
“So I think the real question here, is who is this Santana? Because I’m pretty sure the Santana Lopez I know wouldn’t bail out on a night with her girlfriend.” Kurt rolled his eyes, cursing his luck. The last thing he needed right now was to be caught in the act. If he’d run into anyone else, he's sure would’ve been able to pass easily and convincingly, but Dave was a lot smarter than most of the guys in his house, not to mention very observant. Since he’d been figured out, he didn’t have much to do but try to talk his way out of Dave’s grasp.
“Oh would you wipe that stupid smirk off your face!” Kurt fumed, looking around before pulling him into the back corner which was a little darker and more secluded, so as not to bring attention to them.
“Just as sassy as the real thing, I see,” Dave chuckled, allowing himself to be pulled aside.
“Look, obviously I can’t pull one over on you, but I’m on a time crunch, if you know what I mean, and I need to get in and out of here in about 15 minutes,” he whispered, checking the time. “So can you spare me the conversation?” He watched as Dave’s eyebrow’s furrowed, curiosity and amusement still lingering in his eyes.
“Alright,” he sighed with disappointment, “I won’t tell anyone.” Dave dismissed him with a wave, and he breathed a sigh of relief and yelled a thanks over his shoulder as he scurried away, making sure he went into the right dormitory this time. As he burst through the door, he nearly groaned when he saw that Quinn was lying on her bed, reading. She looked up, startled at Kurt’s loud entrance.
"Oh! Quinn. Hi."
“Santana...” she said slowly, closing her book. “I thought you went off with Brittany tonight?”
“Right, um I did, I just.. I forgot a few things,” he said, giving her a stern look. Quinn raised her eyebrows as she pushed herself off the bed.
“Alright, I can take a hint,” she laughed lightly, her eyebrows slightly furrowed in confusion. “Besides, I was thinking about taking the trip to the greenhouses anyway. Catch you later,” she said over her shoulder, throwing Kurt a concerned look before grabbing a cloak on her way out the door. He let out a gust of air once he was finally alone, compulsively checking the clock again. He had about 10 sure minutes left before the potion started wearing off, and he was feeling a bit panicked. He flocked to Quinn’s four poster and began raiding her bedside drawers, moving on to her trunk when he found nothing there. 5 minutes later, and he still was coming up short.
I need to make a mental note to kill Rachel when I get back, he thought, kneeling down to check under the bed and between the mattresses. As he retracted his arm from the bed empty-handed, he noticed something that was far more alarming than a missing diary. His hand had lost Santana’s slender form and precise manicure.
“Oh, shit no, no, no,” he muttered, standing up quickly. His hands flew up to his head as he felt the long, thick hair retract back to his soft, short hair, as if he could catch it and pull it back out. Abandoning the task at hand, he crept down the stairs, hiding in the darkness. He cracked the door open, peeking out. To his dismay, the group he’d seen earlier was still rooted by the fireplace, and from this angle, there was no way he could sneak out without them seeing.
As his eyes swept the room once more, trying to find an escape route, he noticed that Dave hadn’t left the common room; he was sitting in a chair not too far from where Kurt was standing. He figured it would be his only chance.
“Psst. David,” he whispered softly, trying not to catch anyone else’s attention. When he didn’t look up, he tried again a bit louder. “David!” He saw the other boy’s head pop up and look in his direction.
Dave stood up, chancing a glance over his shoulder at the other Slytherins, before making his way over to the cracked door. Just enough light shone on the face opposite him to make out who it was.
“Hummel?” Dave had been trying to figure out who’d snuck in for the last 15 minutes, but the last person he expected was Kurt Hummel.
“You know who I am?” Kurt asked incredulously. Dave couldn’t help but laugh again.
“I can’t imagine you called me over to introduce yourself.” Kurt blushed, shaking his head slightly.
“Right, um... Well, obviously, I’m not Santana. Nor am I a Slytherin. Would you mind, um… helping me escape?” he asked sheepishly. Dave looked over his shoulder once more, seeing that a couple of the others were looking at him curiously.
“Alright look, I won’t be able to get you out of the common room without them noticing," he said in a hushed voice, nodding his head in the direction of the group behind him, "but I’m gonna go distract them for a minute. Just get over into the boys’ dormitory. Don’t worry, there’s no one in there right now, you’ll be fine. I’ll make sure these guys stay out until we can figure out what to do with you.” He grinned at Kurt before turning away and walking toward the group.
"Hey, man, what was that about?" Puck said, looking from Dave to the door and back.
"Oh, nothing. Some 4th year girl fawning over me," Dave said in a cocky tone. "She wanted me to sign something. I mean, can you blame her? What's not to love?" Puck scoffed, nudging Dave's shoulder. The boys around them laughed.
"Man, don't even try to pretend like your game is better than mine!" Kurt listened as their suspicion died away and they broke into a more friendly conversation. He waited until he was sure Dave had captured the whole group’s attention before slipping quietly through the door, staying close to the wall under cover of shadows. It felt like it took hours, but he finally reached the other door and managed to slip in quietly. He walked slowly, venturing into what he assumed was David’s room. Unsure of what to really do with himself, he ended up just standing there awkwardly tugging at his robes, which were far too tight for his liking.
Dave wasn’t too far behind him, and Kurt wasn’t sure if he was relieved or not.
“They won’t be coming up anytime soon,” Dave assured him. He walked past Kurt, sitting on the bed closest to him. He was about to say something when Kurt held his hand up, stopping him.
“You’ll have plenty of time to ask questions, but first… You wouldn’t have any robes I could borrow, would you?” Kurt asked, gesturing to his current state.
Dave's eyes trailed down to Kurt's body, which was clad in robes that were far to small for him. He couldn't noticed the fabric stretched taut across Kurt's chest. It was Dave’s turn to blush this time.
“Uh, yeah man, one sec,” he said, thankful he could turn away for a moment to hide his face.
If someone would’ve told Dave a week ago that he would be alone in his room with the Kurt Hummel, he wouldn’t have believed it for a second. Kurt Hummel, the boy he’d been pining over for years. And not only was he in his room, he was about to be changing into Dave’s clothes. And he couldn’t deny that he’d imagine Kurt in his clothes on more than one occasion, though that fantasy usually consisted of his Quidditch uniform.
“Hey, um, I don’t have many spare robes clean at the moment,” he muttered, digging through his trunk, “but I have some sweats and a t-shirt, if you wouldn’t mind those?” he asked. He pulled them out and turned to see Kurt struggling trying to get out of what he was wearing.
“Yeah, um, that’s fine,” he said breathlessly as he fought with the fabric that was clinging to his skin. “Ugh, why does Rachel have to be so small he huffed.” Dave laughed again, and Kurt stopped fussing to glare at him.
“Stop moving for a sec. I’ll help you out.” Dave threw his extra clothes onto the bed and grabbed his wand from his pocket. “I hope Berry isn’t too attached to these,” he said, before muttering “Diffindo” and running his wand down the front of them, exposing Kurt’s bare chest. Dave’s cheeks darkened again, and he grabbed the clothes he’d fetched for Kurt and handed them over.
“I’ll, uh... I’ll just go over here while you change,” he stuttered, going across to the far side of his four poster and pulling the curtain to give Kurt privacy. He took the opportunity to change into pajamas as well, and the whole time, he was sure he’d never get the image of Kurt’s toned, pale chest out of his mind.
“Oh, I can breathe again,” Kurt sighed as he stripped off Rachel’s now ruined robes and slipped into the sweatpants, pulling the drawstring tight so they wouldn’t sag. He pulled the shirt over his head, and let Dave know he was decent. The curtain was pulled back, and Dave sat at the head of his bed.
“So, thanks for helping me out,” Kurt started as he folded up what was left of Rachel’s clothes.
“Sure, no problem,” Dave replied, smirking again. “So, do I get to hear the story behind all of this madness?”
“Well, it might take a while,” Kurt laughed.
“Well, like you said, we have time,” Dave said, motioning for Kurt to sit on the other end of his bed. Kurt obliged, crossing his legs before launching into his long winded story of what had led him to the dungeons. By the time he’d finished, Dave was chuckling again, shaking his head.
“Man, you must be a really good friend. I can’t say I’d willingly change into a chick and go into the common room of my rival house for many of my friends.”
“Well, they’ve helped me in a lot of tough times. It’s just what you do, y’know?” Kurt shrugged. Dave nodded slowly, but his head perked up curiously when he spoke next.
“Hey, can I ask you something?” Kurt was a little caught off guard by the change of subject, but he wouldn’t complain about shifting the view off of his embarrassing night.
“Yeah, sure.”
“Why were you so surprised I knew of you?” Ah, he thought that might come up.
“Well, I mean, you’re the star Quidditch player on your team; you’re probably the only Slytherin that’s managed to make friends in literally every house… Everyone knows you, all the teachers love you, too. You’re very popular. I’m no one, really, in comparison,” Kurt answered, picking at the frayed hem of Rachel’s robes, which he’d set beside him. Sure, he was known among Gryffindors for his unique self expression, but outside of that? No way.
Dave’s brow furrowed in confusion. No one?
“Oh, c’mon man, that’s not true. You’re Kurt Hummel. You’re smart, you’re so freaking talented, you’re independent; you’re probably one of the most memorable people in this place...” He paused momentarily, smiling widely before he continued. “I remember the first time I saw you, at that weird winter formal thing they threw during our first year. You completely traumatized Santana when you picked apart her outfit. I think it was after she’d spilt a drink on Berry, or something.” He laughed at the memory, and realizing for the first time that he’d been admiring Kurt for far longer than he’d ever admitted to himself. “Kurt, you’re so different than all of these people. You’re your own person, and… Well, you’re someone to me,” he said, his face heating up. “I’ve always wanted to be more like you.”
Kurt stared at Dave, mouth agape. He thought he was nearly invisible to Dave; the last thing he expected was that.
“I.. uh.. really?” was all he managed to spit out.
“Yeah, I mean. You’re so proud to be you. I wish I could be like that,” Dave mumbled.
“What do you mean?” Kurt asked, looking concerned. Dave laughed hoarsely.
“Well, let’s just say I’m a lot more like you than most people would think,” he said nervously. Kurt’s expression softened as he realized what Dave was saying.
“You don’t mean… Are you gay?” Kurt asked. Dave looked up and nodded slowly. Kurt was silent a moment, processing the information. He'd heard rumours among the more envious Gryffindors, but he figured it was all rivalry, and he never took any of it seriously. Kurt remembered how Dave must be feeling, and he wanted to comfort him, but he couldn’t stop his mind from selfishly reminding him that his crush might have more potential than he ever thought.
“I won’t tell anyone, David,” he said, smiling. Kurt grabbed his hand in an attempt to make him feel a little safer for confiding in him. Dave’s eyes went wide at the contact, and he gripped Kurt’s hand, smiling at him.
“Thanks, that means a lot to me,” he said, visibly relieved. “Can I share one more thing with you?” he asked, his eyes flickering again to where their hands were joined.
“Sure.”
“I’ve liked you for a long time…” he said shyly. When Kurt didn’t respond right away, he started pulling his hand away. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to… Fuck- I mean… God I’m an idiot,” he mumbled, but Kurt caught his hand again.
“No, no, I’m sorry. I just… I think I’m in shock,” he laughed. “You’ve kind of my dream guy,” he admitted.
“...You’re not fucking with me are you?” Dave asked, uncertainty in his eyes.
“No, not at all. I’ve liked you for a long time, too. I mean, you’re gorgeous and a tremendous athlete and definitely a smart guy…” he laughed again, more wholeheartedly. “And of course, I always found that whole sexy mysterious thing you’ve got going on pretty intriguing, though I have to say, so far tonight, it’s been a lot of fun unmasking that mystery.”
Dave let out a breath of air he must have been holding in while Kurt spoke.
“I never thought I’d hear you say that,” he breathed. “Then again, I never thought you’d ever be with my on my bed wearing my clothes either,” raising an eyebrow as he chuckled. Both he and Kurt were red in the face as they laughed awkwardly.
“We won’t have to worry about any unwanted visitors any time soon, will we?” Kurt asked, peering over at the door. He wouldn’t want Dave to have to explain anything to his friends later on.
“Nah, I told them how to get into the Shrieking Shack. They won’t be back till morning, probably. I mean, the coast is clear if, you know, you want to go now…” he said, standing up awkwardly, as if to walk Kurt out.
Kurt tugged him back down so they were sitting next to each other on the bed. Kurt turned towards him, moving in a little closer.
“Well… I’m kind of enjoying getting to know you. I wouldn’t mind sticking around awhile…” Before Kurt could lose his nerve, he pressed his lips against the corner of Dave’s mouth. Dave’s eyebrows shot up as he turned toward the other boy.
“Th-that’s perfectly fine with me,” he stammered. Timidly, he leaned in and pressed his lips against Kurt’s. It was just a small peck, but as he pulled away, Dave’s lips were left tingling, and he was sure he’d never felt happier in his life. Kurt grinned widely at him, and he smiled back.
“Good,” Kurt smiled, “because I’m just full of questions.” Dave laid back on his bed, and Kurt followed, resting his head on the other boy’s chest. The laid there talking all night until the sun started creeping up over the horizon.
As the morning greeted them, Dave walked him out into the common room and kissed him again before he crept out of the dungeons and made his way back to the Gryffindor common room. Huh. Looks like I’ll actually have to thank Rachel for this one. She and Mercedes will never believe this!
Author: rachelallover
Pairing: Kurtofsky
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 4,128
Warning: Some strong language.
Spoilers: None, purely AU (Harry Potter crossover)
Summary: Kurt was miffed when he was talked into carrying out a crazy scheme for Rachel which involved Polyjuice Potion, sneaking out after curfew, and infiltrating the Slytherin common room, among other things. But the last thing he expected was to run into his long-time crush, star Quidditch player David Karofsky. Could the cards actually be in his favor, despite having suffered a whole night of mishaps and bad fortune?
Disclaimer: All characters belong to Ryan Murphy & co. I don't own Glee.
A/N: Just a little something I did for Kurtofsky week. I think this is the first official Kurtofsky fic I've posted, so hoorah! Also included as a companion is my first fanart contribution as well! Nothing spectacular, but it's the first time I've dabbled in color ever, so I'm proud of how it turned out (do you know how hard it is to color something in Photoshop on a trackpad?!). I had a lot of fun working on this! :)
Kurt was sitting on his trunk flipping through his Defense Against the Dark Arts book when Rachel burst through the door, followed by Mercedes who was chuckling as she rolled her eyes.
“What’s your problem?” Kurt asked as Rachel stood in front of him, a frantic look in her eyes.
“Quinn! She stole my notebook!”
“Her diary, actually,” Mercedes interjected, still laughing. Rachel glared at her momentarily before turning back to Kurt.
“Well, that’s what you get for sneaking your girlfriend into your dormitory,” he snickered.
“I need you to help me get it back,” she said to him, her eyes pleading.
“Rachel, I cannot do that,” Kurt asserted, rolling his eyes as Rachel flopped onto his bed dramatically. “And more importantly, why would you want me to do that, of all people?”
“Kurt, you don’t understand - I need that d-… er, notebook for our potions exam tomorrow!” she insisted, though they all knew the truth. She was really just trying to stop Quinn from seeing all of the fantasies and spewed thoughts about her, and potions was the least of Rachel’s concerns.
“Well if you’re so concerned about your diary,” Kurt drawled, “why don’t you get it yourself?” He was really not in the mood for wandering around the castle, and if he was being honest, he didn’t understand what on earth she was thinking. They’d been dating for over a month now, surely she could just ask for it, right? It’s not like she didn’t take occasional trips to the dungeons with Quinn.
“No, I’ve tried, she keeps saying she doesn’t know what I’m talking about, but I know it was her! It went missing two days ago, and there hadn’t been anyone else near my things.”
“Alright, well how do you expect me to get into the Slytherin common room? In case you forgot, we Gryffindors don’t fare well in the dungeons.”
“Well, I know that, but can’t you use Polyjuice Potion?”
“Rachel, you realize that takes weeks to brew, right?” Mercedes interrupted.
“Of course I do, but I know for a fact that Kurt has some left over from when Finn begged him to take his Charms examination last week,” Rachel retorted, looking at Kurt pointedly. He cursed under his breath; he’d forgot that he’d told her about that. He looked at her for a moment, contemplating his decision, before he finally gave in.
“Alright, alright!” Kurt threw his hands up. “You caught me. Find a Slytherin girl, bring me back some hair, and I’ll do it for you,” he sighed, standing to put his books back on his bedside table. Rachel squealed with delight and embraced him.
“Oh, I’ve already got some!” she smiled. Kurt rolled his eyes. Of course she did. “I got it from Santana at dinner. And don’t worry about the robes - you can borrow a set of mine, I think Santana and I are almost the same size, they might be a bit snug but it will do. And you can use a tie Quinn left in my room the other day…” Mercedes raised her eyebrow at Rachel, who merely blushed, hoping neither of them wouldn’t embarrass her further.
“Okay, well we need to know that Santana won’t be there when I am. Though, I wouldn’t be surprised if you’ve got that figured out, too.”
“Brittany’s sneaking her out so they can go hang out in the Room of Requirement…” She exchanged a suspicious look with Mercedes before adding, “I didn’t ask for details.”
“Alright, let’s get this over with,” he groaned, taking the hair from Rachel and reaching into his trunk to retrieve a sealed cup about half full of Polyjuice Potion.
“Why don’t you go grab me your robes to wear while I’m doing this?” he said, prompting Rachel to scurry out the door. Mercedes moved across the room to sit on Kurt’s trunk.
“The things you do for that girl,” she laughed, shaking her head.
“Oh stop it, you know I’d do it for you, too,” he replied. He dropped the hair into the potion and waited for it to change before taking a big swig of it.
“Well, you could always talk to Puckerman while you’re down there. Put in a good word for me,” she winked.
“Yeah okay, Wheezy, I’ll see what I can do,” Kurt laughed, but he spoke in a voice that wasn’t his own. In his place was the slender body of Santana Lopez, drowning in Kurt’s now oversized robes. It always startled him at first, hearing and seeing the drastic change, but he adjusted easily, brushing a bit of Santana’s thick dark hair behind his ear.
“Well, I don’t think you’ll have any problems convincing people you’re Santana,” she chuckled, “You’ve always been able to bring the sass!” Just then, Rachel came back in with a set of robes and Slytherin tie draped over her arm.
“Here, take these,” she said, handing them over. “Mercedes and I will wait in the common room for you.” She grabbed Mercedes hand and led her out, closing the door behind them.
This is ridiculous, Kurt thought as he removed his own robes, folding them neatly and setting them on his bed. He threw Rachel’s things on quickly, trying to avoid seeing any of Santana’s anatomy. It was weird enough actually having her body, going past that would just be too much. He slipped the tie around his neck and slowly made his way into the common room.
He peaked around the corner before he entered, making sure it was only Rachel and Mercedes. Santana wasn’t popular among most Gryffindors, and he didn’t want to deal with any unwelcome distractions.
“Alright, I only have about an hour to get this done, so let’s hope there isn’t much standing in my way,” he said, checking the time on the watch he stowed in his pocket. “And Rachel,” he said sweetly, putting his hand on her cheek,” You so owe me for this.” With that, he left through the portrait, peeking down the corridor to make sure no one would see him come out.
It took him longer than he’d like to actually reach the dungeons, being that it was past curfew, and he had to dodge quite a few prefects, and by the time he'd gotten there, he had started to think it might've been a better idea to take the potion after he'd left the Gryffindor common room. But there wasn't much he could do about it now, so he hoped he’d be able to breeze in and out of the girls dormitory without a fuss.
As he passed through the common room, he noticed only one small group of guys huddled across the room by the fireplace. As he glanced around, observing his surroundings, his thought process was stopped as he walked into what could’ve been a solid brick wall. He glanced up to see the face of Dave Karofsky looking down on him, giving him a sly grin.
“Hey, San,” he smirked, “you look lost?”
Kurt felt his heart skip a beat as he met Dave’s eyes. He’d been admiring Dave from afar practically all his years at Hogwarts; despite their house differences, his will was no match against the hot, star Quidditch player. But more than that, there was something almost mysterious about him that intrigued Kurt. Despite his feelings, he had to quickly compose himself, hoping this would be a short exchange.
“Lost? Oh, please, why would I be lost in our own common room?” he remarked, putting a hand on his hip.
“I was hoping you could tell me just that, considering you were just about to walk into the boys’ dormitory,” he said, raising an eyebrow.
…Well, shit.
“What’s it to you?”
“Well, normally I wouldn’t ask, but I figured that since you left with Brittany about half an hour ago, you’d be out all night... Besides, we both know you’ve got a lot more invested in her than anything you can find in the boys’ room.”
“Um, well…” Kurt sputtered; he wasn’t really sure what to say. He hadn’t anticipated he’d run into anyone that saw Santana leave, let alone someone who knew her so well. However, he was quickly cut off.
“So I think the real question here, is who is this Santana? Because I’m pretty sure the Santana Lopez I know wouldn’t bail out on a night with her girlfriend.” Kurt rolled his eyes, cursing his luck. The last thing he needed right now was to be caught in the act. If he’d run into anyone else, he's sure would’ve been able to pass easily and convincingly, but Dave was a lot smarter than most of the guys in his house, not to mention very observant. Since he’d been figured out, he didn’t have much to do but try to talk his way out of Dave’s grasp.
“Oh would you wipe that stupid smirk off your face!” Kurt fumed, looking around before pulling him into the back corner which was a little darker and more secluded, so as not to bring attention to them.
“Just as sassy as the real thing, I see,” Dave chuckled, allowing himself to be pulled aside.
“Look, obviously I can’t pull one over on you, but I’m on a time crunch, if you know what I mean, and I need to get in and out of here in about 15 minutes,” he whispered, checking the time. “So can you spare me the conversation?” He watched as Dave’s eyebrow’s furrowed, curiosity and amusement still lingering in his eyes.
“Alright,” he sighed with disappointment, “I won’t tell anyone.” Dave dismissed him with a wave, and he breathed a sigh of relief and yelled a thanks over his shoulder as he scurried away, making sure he went into the right dormitory this time. As he burst through the door, he nearly groaned when he saw that Quinn was lying on her bed, reading. She looked up, startled at Kurt’s loud entrance.
"Oh! Quinn. Hi."
“Santana...” she said slowly, closing her book. “I thought you went off with Brittany tonight?”
“Right, um I did, I just.. I forgot a few things,” he said, giving her a stern look. Quinn raised her eyebrows as she pushed herself off the bed.
“Alright, I can take a hint,” she laughed lightly, her eyebrows slightly furrowed in confusion. “Besides, I was thinking about taking the trip to the greenhouses anyway. Catch you later,” she said over her shoulder, throwing Kurt a concerned look before grabbing a cloak on her way out the door. He let out a gust of air once he was finally alone, compulsively checking the clock again. He had about 10 sure minutes left before the potion started wearing off, and he was feeling a bit panicked. He flocked to Quinn’s four poster and began raiding her bedside drawers, moving on to her trunk when he found nothing there. 5 minutes later, and he still was coming up short.
I need to make a mental note to kill Rachel when I get back, he thought, kneeling down to check under the bed and between the mattresses. As he retracted his arm from the bed empty-handed, he noticed something that was far more alarming than a missing diary. His hand had lost Santana’s slender form and precise manicure.
“Oh, shit no, no, no,” he muttered, standing up quickly. His hands flew up to his head as he felt the long, thick hair retract back to his soft, short hair, as if he could catch it and pull it back out. Abandoning the task at hand, he crept down the stairs, hiding in the darkness. He cracked the door open, peeking out. To his dismay, the group he’d seen earlier was still rooted by the fireplace, and from this angle, there was no way he could sneak out without them seeing.
As his eyes swept the room once more, trying to find an escape route, he noticed that Dave hadn’t left the common room; he was sitting in a chair not too far from where Kurt was standing. He figured it would be his only chance.
“Psst. David,” he whispered softly, trying not to catch anyone else’s attention. When he didn’t look up, he tried again a bit louder. “David!” He saw the other boy’s head pop up and look in his direction.
Dave stood up, chancing a glance over his shoulder at the other Slytherins, before making his way over to the cracked door. Just enough light shone on the face opposite him to make out who it was.
“Hummel?” Dave had been trying to figure out who’d snuck in for the last 15 minutes, but the last person he expected was Kurt Hummel.
“You know who I am?” Kurt asked incredulously. Dave couldn’t help but laugh again.
“I can’t imagine you called me over to introduce yourself.” Kurt blushed, shaking his head slightly.
“Right, um... Well, obviously, I’m not Santana. Nor am I a Slytherin. Would you mind, um… helping me escape?” he asked sheepishly. Dave looked over his shoulder once more, seeing that a couple of the others were looking at him curiously.
“Alright look, I won’t be able to get you out of the common room without them noticing," he said in a hushed voice, nodding his head in the direction of the group behind him, "but I’m gonna go distract them for a minute. Just get over into the boys’ dormitory. Don’t worry, there’s no one in there right now, you’ll be fine. I’ll make sure these guys stay out until we can figure out what to do with you.” He grinned at Kurt before turning away and walking toward the group.
"Hey, man, what was that about?" Puck said, looking from Dave to the door and back.
"Oh, nothing. Some 4th year girl fawning over me," Dave said in a cocky tone. "She wanted me to sign something. I mean, can you blame her? What's not to love?" Puck scoffed, nudging Dave's shoulder. The boys around them laughed.
"Man, don't even try to pretend like your game is better than mine!" Kurt listened as their suspicion died away and they broke into a more friendly conversation. He waited until he was sure Dave had captured the whole group’s attention before slipping quietly through the door, staying close to the wall under cover of shadows. It felt like it took hours, but he finally reached the other door and managed to slip in quietly. He walked slowly, venturing into what he assumed was David’s room. Unsure of what to really do with himself, he ended up just standing there awkwardly tugging at his robes, which were far too tight for his liking.
Dave wasn’t too far behind him, and Kurt wasn’t sure if he was relieved or not.
“They won’t be coming up anytime soon,” Dave assured him. He walked past Kurt, sitting on the bed closest to him. He was about to say something when Kurt held his hand up, stopping him.
“You’ll have plenty of time to ask questions, but first… You wouldn’t have any robes I could borrow, would you?” Kurt asked, gesturing to his current state.
Dave's eyes trailed down to Kurt's body, which was clad in robes that were far to small for him. He couldn't noticed the fabric stretched taut across Kurt's chest. It was Dave’s turn to blush this time.
“Uh, yeah man, one sec,” he said, thankful he could turn away for a moment to hide his face.
If someone would’ve told Dave a week ago that he would be alone in his room with the Kurt Hummel, he wouldn’t have believed it for a second. Kurt Hummel, the boy he’d been pining over for years. And not only was he in his room, he was about to be changing into Dave’s clothes. And he couldn’t deny that he’d imagine Kurt in his clothes on more than one occasion, though that fantasy usually consisted of his Quidditch uniform.
“Hey, um, I don’t have many spare robes clean at the moment,” he muttered, digging through his trunk, “but I have some sweats and a t-shirt, if you wouldn’t mind those?” he asked. He pulled them out and turned to see Kurt struggling trying to get out of what he was wearing.
“Yeah, um, that’s fine,” he said breathlessly as he fought with the fabric that was clinging to his skin. “Ugh, why does Rachel have to be so small he huffed.” Dave laughed again, and Kurt stopped fussing to glare at him.
“Stop moving for a sec. I’ll help you out.” Dave threw his extra clothes onto the bed and grabbed his wand from his pocket. “I hope Berry isn’t too attached to these,” he said, before muttering “Diffindo” and running his wand down the front of them, exposing Kurt’s bare chest. Dave’s cheeks darkened again, and he grabbed the clothes he’d fetched for Kurt and handed them over.
“I’ll, uh... I’ll just go over here while you change,” he stuttered, going across to the far side of his four poster and pulling the curtain to give Kurt privacy. He took the opportunity to change into pajamas as well, and the whole time, he was sure he’d never get the image of Kurt’s toned, pale chest out of his mind.
“Oh, I can breathe again,” Kurt sighed as he stripped off Rachel’s now ruined robes and slipped into the sweatpants, pulling the drawstring tight so they wouldn’t sag. He pulled the shirt over his head, and let Dave know he was decent. The curtain was pulled back, and Dave sat at the head of his bed.
“So, thanks for helping me out,” Kurt started as he folded up what was left of Rachel’s clothes.
“Sure, no problem,” Dave replied, smirking again. “So, do I get to hear the story behind all of this madness?”
“Well, it might take a while,” Kurt laughed.
“Well, like you said, we have time,” Dave said, motioning for Kurt to sit on the other end of his bed. Kurt obliged, crossing his legs before launching into his long winded story of what had led him to the dungeons. By the time he’d finished, Dave was chuckling again, shaking his head.
“Man, you must be a really good friend. I can’t say I’d willingly change into a chick and go into the common room of my rival house for many of my friends.”
“Well, they’ve helped me in a lot of tough times. It’s just what you do, y’know?” Kurt shrugged. Dave nodded slowly, but his head perked up curiously when he spoke next.
“Hey, can I ask you something?” Kurt was a little caught off guard by the change of subject, but he wouldn’t complain about shifting the view off of his embarrassing night.
“Yeah, sure.”
“Why were you so surprised I knew of you?” Ah, he thought that might come up.
“Well, I mean, you’re the star Quidditch player on your team; you’re probably the only Slytherin that’s managed to make friends in literally every house… Everyone knows you, all the teachers love you, too. You’re very popular. I’m no one, really, in comparison,” Kurt answered, picking at the frayed hem of Rachel’s robes, which he’d set beside him. Sure, he was known among Gryffindors for his unique self expression, but outside of that? No way.
Dave’s brow furrowed in confusion. No one?
“Oh, c’mon man, that’s not true. You’re Kurt Hummel. You’re smart, you’re so freaking talented, you’re independent; you’re probably one of the most memorable people in this place...” He paused momentarily, smiling widely before he continued. “I remember the first time I saw you, at that weird winter formal thing they threw during our first year. You completely traumatized Santana when you picked apart her outfit. I think it was after she’d spilt a drink on Berry, or something.” He laughed at the memory, and realizing for the first time that he’d been admiring Kurt for far longer than he’d ever admitted to himself. “Kurt, you’re so different than all of these people. You’re your own person, and… Well, you’re someone to me,” he said, his face heating up. “I’ve always wanted to be more like you.”
Kurt stared at Dave, mouth agape. He thought he was nearly invisible to Dave; the last thing he expected was that.
“I.. uh.. really?” was all he managed to spit out.
“Yeah, I mean. You’re so proud to be you. I wish I could be like that,” Dave mumbled.
“What do you mean?” Kurt asked, looking concerned. Dave laughed hoarsely.
“Well, let’s just say I’m a lot more like you than most people would think,” he said nervously. Kurt’s expression softened as he realized what Dave was saying.
“You don’t mean… Are you gay?” Kurt asked. Dave looked up and nodded slowly. Kurt was silent a moment, processing the information. He'd heard rumours among the more envious Gryffindors, but he figured it was all rivalry, and he never took any of it seriously. Kurt remembered how Dave must be feeling, and he wanted to comfort him, but he couldn’t stop his mind from selfishly reminding him that his crush might have more potential than he ever thought.
“I won’t tell anyone, David,” he said, smiling. Kurt grabbed his hand in an attempt to make him feel a little safer for confiding in him. Dave’s eyes went wide at the contact, and he gripped Kurt’s hand, smiling at him.
“Thanks, that means a lot to me,” he said, visibly relieved. “Can I share one more thing with you?” he asked, his eyes flickering again to where their hands were joined.
“Sure.”
“I’ve liked you for a long time…” he said shyly. When Kurt didn’t respond right away, he started pulling his hand away. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to… Fuck- I mean… God I’m an idiot,” he mumbled, but Kurt caught his hand again.
“No, no, I’m sorry. I just… I think I’m in shock,” he laughed. “You’ve kind of my dream guy,” he admitted.
“...You’re not fucking with me are you?” Dave asked, uncertainty in his eyes.
“No, not at all. I’ve liked you for a long time, too. I mean, you’re gorgeous and a tremendous athlete and definitely a smart guy…” he laughed again, more wholeheartedly. “And of course, I always found that whole sexy mysterious thing you’ve got going on pretty intriguing, though I have to say, so far tonight, it’s been a lot of fun unmasking that mystery.”
Dave let out a breath of air he must have been holding in while Kurt spoke.
“I never thought I’d hear you say that,” he breathed. “Then again, I never thought you’d ever be with my on my bed wearing my clothes either,” raising an eyebrow as he chuckled. Both he and Kurt were red in the face as they laughed awkwardly.
“We won’t have to worry about any unwanted visitors any time soon, will we?” Kurt asked, peering over at the door. He wouldn’t want Dave to have to explain anything to his friends later on.
“Nah, I told them how to get into the Shrieking Shack. They won’t be back till morning, probably. I mean, the coast is clear if, you know, you want to go now…” he said, standing up awkwardly, as if to walk Kurt out.
Kurt tugged him back down so they were sitting next to each other on the bed. Kurt turned towards him, moving in a little closer.
“Well… I’m kind of enjoying getting to know you. I wouldn’t mind sticking around awhile…” Before Kurt could lose his nerve, he pressed his lips against the corner of Dave’s mouth. Dave’s eyebrows shot up as he turned toward the other boy.
“Th-that’s perfectly fine with me,” he stammered. Timidly, he leaned in and pressed his lips against Kurt’s. It was just a small peck, but as he pulled away, Dave’s lips were left tingling, and he was sure he’d never felt happier in his life. Kurt grinned widely at him, and he smiled back.
“Good,” Kurt smiled, “because I’m just full of questions.” Dave laid back on his bed, and Kurt followed, resting his head on the other boy’s chest. The laid there talking all night until the sun started creeping up over the horizon.
As the morning greeted them, Dave walked him out into the common room and kissed him again before he crept out of the dungeons and made his way back to the Gryffindor common room. Huh. Looks like I’ll actually have to thank Rachel for this one. She and Mercedes will never believe this!