Unexpected Enchantments (3/?)
Title: Unexpected Enchantments
Rating: PG-13, will go up
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine
Summary: Alternate Hogwarts!Universe. Blaine Anderson transferred to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry at the beginning of sixth year. In doing so, he never imagined that Kurt Hummel, a Slytherin with a bit of a reputation, would be able to completely turn his world upside down.
A few days later, Blaine found himself once again lost within the confines of Hogwarts. It had happened several times since his first day - once on the way to Care of Magical Creatures, and another when going to Herbology - but, since those were on the grounds, they were relatively easy to locate after a few minutes of aimless wandering.
But, right now, Blaine had no idea where he was even supposed to be going. His schedule said Divination, and then his map showed it being in some tower.
Now, finding the tower was a problem. The thing was that Hogwarts had stairs everywhere. And these stairs moved.
Blaine groaned as he turned another corner, just wanting to arrive to class on time once. But of course the building always had to work against him - the staircases going to the wrong platform, the corners eluding him to taking the wrong direction.
He needed to figure something out, and he needed it quick.
"Lost again?"
Blaine nearly ran at the sound of the voice. Honestly, why was Kurt always the one to find him when he was lost.
"Do you stalk me or something?" Blaine asked, rolling his eyes as Kurt fell into step beside him.
"If I was, would you really want to know?"
Blaine groaned out loud that time, picking up his pace and hoping that Kurt got the hint.
"Aw, come on," Kurt said, catching up to Blaine and matching his new pace. "Don't be like that."
"Well, I apologize for not wanting to be annoyed by you," Blaine scoffed. "Actually, no, I don't apologize. I genuinely just don't want to be annoyed by you."
Kurt rolled his eyes, seeming unfazed by Blaine's bluntness.
Of course he's unfazed, Blaine thought. He's probably the most blunt person in this school.
"Where are you going this time?" Kurt asked.
"Divination."
Kurt grinned. "Excellent," he said. "Me too."
Blaine snorted and gave him a sideways look. "You mean you're actually going to class?"
Kurt sighed and nodded. "McGonagall gave me a talking to about how I actually needed to attend the classes, even though I have near perfect grades," he rolled his eyes. "Whatever. I'll do it for a month and then she'll forget."
Blaine continued walking, hoping that Kurt would take the hint that he didn't really want to talk to him.
"Blaine."
Blaine, startled that Kurt's voice was coming from the opposite direction, turned to find him at the base of a flight of spiral stairs. "
"It's up here."
Blaine groaned and trudged over to the stairs, shoving past Kurt and walking up them. "Thank you for helping me," he said, is voice irate. "But I can find it fine from here, thanks."
"You wound me," Kurt said, holding a hand up to his heart and mocking injury. "But you also forget that I'm going there, too."
And then he strode in front of Blaine, turning to give him a slow, long wink before opening the doors to the classroom and striding right down the middle.
The professor, Trelawney, if he remembered correctly, sighed as she saw Kurt. "Nice of you to actually join us, Mr. Hummel," she said. "Maybe next time you'll actually arrive on time?"
"Doubtful," Kurt said as he snorted, sitting down in a seat to the side and propping his feet up on the table in front of him. "That's not my style."
Blaine stood at the backdoor awkwardly, shifting weight from foot to foot, unsure of what he should do.
"Ah, Blaine Anderson," she said once she noticed him.
"I'm sorry I'm late, Professor," he rushed. "I got lost."
"I helped him here," Kurt piped in from his corner. "So, technically, I wasn't tardy."
"You would have been anyway," a Slytherin next to Kurt snickered.
Kurt shrugged nonchalantly, causing Blaine to roll his eyes at him.
"Well, Mr. Anderson," Professor Trelawney said as she gazed around the classroom. "There's only one seat available, next to Mr. Hummel," she shot him an apologetic glance as she pointed in the direction.
Blaine nodded and made his way over to his spot, setting his bag down next to him and staring at the teacups in front of him.
"Now, I know this is Divination III," she said, "But I figure we should start with some basics."
Small murmurings came from around the classroom.
"You all should know how to do this," she went on. "We've done it several times before, so pair up with the person at your table and get started."
Blaine internally groaned as he saw Kurt turn and give him a triumphant grin. "Do you know how to do this?" He asked.
Blaine nodded. "Not well, but it gets me by."
"I'll start then," Kurt replied, grabbing the teacup in front of him. He performed the task meticulously, with precision and concentration. Honestly, Blaine felt like he was looking at a different person - it definitely didn't seem like the same blunt, over confident boy he'd been trying to escape from for the past week.
Kurt, a few moments later, let out a small chuckle. "It says that you want me to fuck you senseless."
Blaine groaned and buried his face in his hand. And the boy was back - come and gone within the span of a few minutes.
He grabbed the teacup out of Kurt's hands, gazing at it and then down at the book in front of him. "Well," he said slowly. "This looks like a ring, which stands for Quidditch." He glanced into the cup again and then back down at the book. "And then this," he said, pointing at the next figure. "Stands for excellency and talent, so…"
"You're going to be excellent at Quidditch," Kurt smirked, his eyes shining a little. "We're going to be rivals then."
Blaine nodded before Kurt's words sunk in. "You - You play Quidditch?"
Kurt nodded, propping his feet up on the table again and folding his hands behind his head. "Seeker. Have been since Second Year."
Well. Blaine definitely hadn't seen that one coming.
"I'd probably be Captain, too, if I wasn't so…"
"Arrogant?" Blaine supplied, glancing back at the cup in his hands.
"Ha, hilarious," Kurt replied, rolling his eyes and grabbing his own cup. "I'm dying."
Blaine grabbed Kurt's cup out of his hands, glancing at it for a moment, trying to remember what he was supposed to do. When it finally occurred to him, he went about his business as Kurt continued to chatter in his ear.
"You should tryout," Kurt said. "I'm guessing Keeper. You've got the ride body for a Keeper."
Blaine blushed, finishing up with the teacup and handing it back to Kurt.
Kurt looked at it for a moment, his face instantly paling. He glanced over at the open book in front of him, and, even though Blaine didn't know it was possible, his skin turned even whiter.
"Professor," Kurt said, standing up and grabbing his things. "I'm not feeling well."
And before Blaine knew what had happened, Kurt had vanished from the room, not even waiting for Professor Trelawney's permission.
Confused, Blaine looked over at the professor and shrugged at the inquisitive look she gave him.
Kurt had seen something in the cup. Blaine, after glancing around, noticed that he'd taken it with him.
But his book still lay open on the table. Grabbing it and setting it in front of him, keeping it open to the same page, Blaine read all of the definitions and symbols on the page.
Star - Something great will become of you in the future.
Ring - Quidditch
Snake - Can mean a majority of things: Something to do with Slytherin, evil, or the Chamber of Secrets.
He continued reading, nothing really striking him as something that would upset Kurt.
And then, as he neared the end of the list, something caught his eye.
Potions Bottle - Shows that some kind of feelings are going to form, or have formed, within you. They will be crushed, leaving you closed off and hostile towards the rest of the world.
Blaine had no idea what that even meant, but he was almost positive that it was one of the symbols that had been in Kurt's cup.
Fuck.
Fucking fucker.
Kurt stormed into the Slythering common room, ignoring the looks the others were giving him. He held the teacup in his hand, tight, but not enough to break it.
Even though he wanted to break it. He wanted to break it so bad.
Storming up to the dormitories, he entered the room and slammed the door shut behind him, grabbing his wand and setting a seal over the door so nobody would disturb him. Sebastian couldn't see him like this - because that would completely ruin his reputation.
Hesitating before putting his wand away, he brought it back up and placed a silencing spell over the room.
No one could hear him.
Feelings. Emotions. Heartbreak.
Kurt screamed as he threw his books down on his bed, shoving himself onto the floor with the teacup still in his hands.
You will feel emotion.
Some kind of feelings will form within you.
Someone will break your heart.
Something will change your life entirely.
Be warned.
Kurt didn't even know if it was fucking possible to have so many symbols within one teacup. The most he'd ever seen was three.
This couldn't be happening.
Because Kurt Hummel didn't do emotion. He didn't do emotion or feelings or change or heartbreak.
All of those things were off limits to him.
And yet there they were, staring up at him from a tiny teacup.
The rest of the week was relatively uneventful for Blaine.
And then came Saturday, which consisted of Quidditch tryouts.
"What're you trying out for?" Wes asked as they walked down to the Quidditch pitch.
"Erm, I'm not sure," Blaine responded. "What do you think?"
Wes looked at him for a moment. "Either a Keeper or a Chaser," he said. "Not a seeker, you're arms are too short."
Blaine glared at him and Wes laughed. "And not a beater, because David and I have that one covered."
Blaine nodded, thinking about to how Kurt had said he would be a keeper. How was it possible for someone to be so good at reading someone?
"I think I'll try Keeper," he said slowly.
"Alright then," he said. "We don't have a Captain yet, so the team is just going to vote on who's the best and whatnot."
Wes introduced Blaine to everyone once they arrived, and before Blaine knew it he was in the air on a broom, floating in front of the goal posts.
He'd ridden broom before, but he'd never played Quidditch.
"Alright!" The Chaser - Marley, he believed her name was - yelled. "I'm going to try and score, and you just catch the Quaffle."
Blaine nodded, and then she was flying towards him, the Quaffle shoved under her arm.
And then he saw the red ball - if he could even call it that - heading towards the goal post to his left.
Before he knew what he was doing, he flicked his broom in the direction, his hand extended towards the Quaffle.
And he caught it.
Marley grinned at him, opening her hands as he threw the Quaffle back. "That was great!" She exclaimed. "Let's go a few more times, yeah?"
Blaine nodded, and they did just that.
"Well," she said as they landed back on the ground. "I think it's safe to say you're our new Keeper."
The rest of the selected wooped and hollered, everyone fist bumping everyone, the general atmosphere just excited.
David had been selected Captain by majority vote - apparently Ravenclaw was the only house who didn't have their Captain assigned for them.
And Blaine looked around, watching as Wes and David grinned at him and Marley gave him a congratulatory pat on the back.
Really, for the first time, Blaine thought that he might fit in at Hogwarts.
Kurt smirked a little as he passed the Quidditch Pitch Saturday afternoon. Rumor had gone around that Blaine Anderson had been selected as Keeper - and was apparently one of the best they'd seen in a while.
Of course, none of that really mattered. It was all about the Seeker, really. And, unless any other house got a new one, Kurt was the best in the business.
Kurt noted that several of the Slytherin players were walking behind him, meaning that they were done with practice. He kept walking in the direction of the library, needing to pick up a few books for his Defense Against the Dark Arts essay that was assigned.
He wondered why he even bothered to do his homework. He'd still have the highest marks in his classes.
And then Blaine passed by him, and all of Kurt's plans changed.
"Blaine," he said gruffly, briefly recalling the last time he'd seen the boy in the dreadful Diviniton class.
Blaine turned towards him, his eyes narrowing at him for a moment, as if sizing him up. The look vanished almost as quickly as it came, replaced by his usual annoyed expression.
"What do you want, Hummel?" Blaine responded, huffing a little.
"Congrats on Keeper," he replied smoothly. "I'm pretty spot on at reading you, it seems."
Blaine rolled his eyes and continued walking. "If you'll excuse me," he said. "I need to grab a book from the library."
"Excellent," Kurt grinned as he continued walking next to Blaine. "So do I."
Blaine scoffed as he continued walking. "You need a book?"
"Contrary to popular belief, I do homework."
Blaine, if he was impressed, didn't show it. He just continued walking, his face straight ahead.
Kurt lagged behind a little, noting the way the Quidditch get-up accentuated him in all the right places. And really, he never would have expected such a short fellow to have such a fantastic ass. The edges of his curly hair - which had sprung out of its gel-lock, were moistened with sweat.
Blaine looked simply delectable.
Or fuckable. One of the two.
Maybe both. Kurt's couldn't decide.
"You can stop leering at my ass," Blaine said without turning around. "You're not going to get any of it."
"Just because I'm not getting it, doesn't mean I have to stop admiring it," Kurt responded coyly. "It's fantastic. Has anyone told you that?"
Blaine didn't respond, instead shaking his head slightly as he continued walking towards the library.
"I don't know why you keep coming around me," Blaine said after a moment. "I've made my opinions of you very clear, yet they seem to just keep slipping through that thick skull of yours."
"Wishful thinking?" Kurt supplied, shrugging.
"Well, you really shouldn't get your hopes too far up," Blaine said. "Because I honestly don't think that I'm budging."
Kurt smirked before jogging up in front of Blaine, turning around in front of him and forcing the boy to come to a halt. "Really, Blaine," he drawled, taking a step closer so that Blaine was no within arm's reach. He lifted up his hand and placed it on Blaine's chest, smirking as he felt Blaine's heart beating rapidly. "Wow," he whispered, his voice low. "What's wrong with your heart, hmm?"
Blaine gulped, averting his gaze to the ceiling and completely avoiding Kurt's.
"Blaine," he whispered, leaning in closer so that he was breathing in Blaine's ear, his lips gently brushing against it with every movement of his mouth. "You know you want me, Blaine. I know you do."
Kurt trailed his hand down Blaine's chest, smirking as he saw Blaine's Adams apple bob.
"Mmm," Kurt murmured, moving his other hand to Blaine's waist. "You like that, Blaine. Don't you?"
He could see Blaine trying to keep control, trying to stop whatever he was feeling.
And Kurt, if he would ever admit things like this to himself, would say that he kind of felt a spark whenever he touched Blaine, he kind of felt his heart flutter whenever Blaine showed some kind of reaction.
But no, Kurt wouldn't ever admit anything like that.
"Kurt," Blaine stuttered after a few moments. He looked at Kurt with a torn expression, his eyes blazing with thousands of different emotions.
And then realization set in, and Blaine tore away from him.
"I - I need to go," he said quickly, walking off in the opposite direction.
Kurt groaned softly in frustration, watching as Blaine disappeared. Knowing Blaine, he didn't even know what direction he was headed in.
Kurt had honestly never had this much trouble seducing anyone. He was used to saying one word to them and having them fall all over him, completely submitting to his every want and desire.
But with Blaine, Kurt didn't know what it was. He honestly didn't feel the same when he was around him. Yeah, he was still a cocky, arrogant bastard, but whenever he said something like that to Blaine he almost felt a twinge of guilt.
Almost.
Kurt groaned and slammed his fist into the wall next to him. Why did these damn emotions come to him after every time he talked to Blaine?
Why was Blaine making him suddenly feel, something he hadn't done for years?
Groaning again, Kurt strode towards the library, planning on pouring himself into his essay in order to completely forget about the fact that he was feeling again.
The Kurt Hummel he knew didn't feel.
But he knew that the old Kurt Hummel did.
The old Kurt Hummel felt too much.
And that was the problem.
Blaine rushed back to the Ravenclaw Common Room, hoping that nobody would stop and question him about why his face was so red, or about why he looked so undone.
Blaine was sure he looked mad.
Once he was in the confines of the dormitory, he began stripping of his Quidditch gear, tearing his boots off and throwing everything to the floor.
He hated how Kurt Hummel made him feel.
He hated how his body had been aching for Kurt to lean in closer, for Kurt to keep touching him and for Kurt's lips to brush against his own.
He hated it.
He didn't want to feel that way about Kurt. Kurt was everything Blaine hated in a person. He wanted nothing to do with him.
Groaning in frustration, Blaine grabbed a towel and went into the shower. He needed to think, and the only place that would really be able to happen would be the shower.
But how was he supposed to think when all he really wanted to do was castrate Kurt? Well, either that or -
Blaine cut off his thoughts, not wanting them to go there. He was already in deep enough as it was, he didn't need to start creating fantasies.
Blaine would just have to learn to control himself around Kurt. He couldn't let himself feel that way, when it was so obvious he really only wanted one thing out of Blaine.
But Blaine wouldn't let him get what he wanted and then just walk away like nothing happened. Blaine wasn't like that.
But he couldn't deny that there was something else there, something which maybe both he and Kurt hadn't realized yet.
Chapter 4
Rating: PG-13, will go up
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine
Summary: Alternate Hogwarts!Universe. Blaine Anderson transferred to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry at the beginning of sixth year. In doing so, he never imagined that Kurt Hummel, a Slytherin with a bit of a reputation, would be able to completely turn his world upside down.
A few days later, Blaine found himself once again lost within the confines of Hogwarts. It had happened several times since his first day - once on the way to Care of Magical Creatures, and another when going to Herbology - but, since those were on the grounds, they were relatively easy to locate after a few minutes of aimless wandering.
But, right now, Blaine had no idea where he was even supposed to be going. His schedule said Divination, and then his map showed it being in some tower.
Now, finding the tower was a problem. The thing was that Hogwarts had stairs everywhere. And these stairs moved.
Blaine groaned as he turned another corner, just wanting to arrive to class on time once. But of course the building always had to work against him - the staircases going to the wrong platform, the corners eluding him to taking the wrong direction.
He needed to figure something out, and he needed it quick.
"Lost again?"
Blaine nearly ran at the sound of the voice. Honestly, why was Kurt always the one to find him when he was lost.
"Do you stalk me or something?" Blaine asked, rolling his eyes as Kurt fell into step beside him.
"If I was, would you really want to know?"
Blaine groaned out loud that time, picking up his pace and hoping that Kurt got the hint.
"Aw, come on," Kurt said, catching up to Blaine and matching his new pace. "Don't be like that."
"Well, I apologize for not wanting to be annoyed by you," Blaine scoffed. "Actually, no, I don't apologize. I genuinely just don't want to be annoyed by you."
Kurt rolled his eyes, seeming unfazed by Blaine's bluntness.
Of course he's unfazed, Blaine thought. He's probably the most blunt person in this school.
"Where are you going this time?" Kurt asked.
"Divination."
Kurt grinned. "Excellent," he said. "Me too."
Blaine snorted and gave him a sideways look. "You mean you're actually going to class?"
Kurt sighed and nodded. "McGonagall gave me a talking to about how I actually needed to attend the classes, even though I have near perfect grades," he rolled his eyes. "Whatever. I'll do it for a month and then she'll forget."
Blaine continued walking, hoping that Kurt would take the hint that he didn't really want to talk to him.
"Blaine."
Blaine, startled that Kurt's voice was coming from the opposite direction, turned to find him at the base of a flight of spiral stairs. "
"It's up here."
Blaine groaned and trudged over to the stairs, shoving past Kurt and walking up them. "Thank you for helping me," he said, is voice irate. "But I can find it fine from here, thanks."
"You wound me," Kurt said, holding a hand up to his heart and mocking injury. "But you also forget that I'm going there, too."
And then he strode in front of Blaine, turning to give him a slow, long wink before opening the doors to the classroom and striding right down the middle.
The professor, Trelawney, if he remembered correctly, sighed as she saw Kurt. "Nice of you to actually join us, Mr. Hummel," she said. "Maybe next time you'll actually arrive on time?"
"Doubtful," Kurt said as he snorted, sitting down in a seat to the side and propping his feet up on the table in front of him. "That's not my style."
Blaine stood at the backdoor awkwardly, shifting weight from foot to foot, unsure of what he should do.
"Ah, Blaine Anderson," she said once she noticed him.
"I'm sorry I'm late, Professor," he rushed. "I got lost."
"I helped him here," Kurt piped in from his corner. "So, technically, I wasn't tardy."
"You would have been anyway," a Slytherin next to Kurt snickered.
Kurt shrugged nonchalantly, causing Blaine to roll his eyes at him.
"Well, Mr. Anderson," Professor Trelawney said as she gazed around the classroom. "There's only one seat available, next to Mr. Hummel," she shot him an apologetic glance as she pointed in the direction.
Blaine nodded and made his way over to his spot, setting his bag down next to him and staring at the teacups in front of him.
"Now, I know this is Divination III," she said, "But I figure we should start with some basics."
Small murmurings came from around the classroom.
"You all should know how to do this," she went on. "We've done it several times before, so pair up with the person at your table and get started."
Blaine internally groaned as he saw Kurt turn and give him a triumphant grin. "Do you know how to do this?" He asked.
Blaine nodded. "Not well, but it gets me by."
"I'll start then," Kurt replied, grabbing the teacup in front of him. He performed the task meticulously, with precision and concentration. Honestly, Blaine felt like he was looking at a different person - it definitely didn't seem like the same blunt, over confident boy he'd been trying to escape from for the past week.
Kurt, a few moments later, let out a small chuckle. "It says that you want me to fuck you senseless."
Blaine groaned and buried his face in his hand. And the boy was back - come and gone within the span of a few minutes.
He grabbed the teacup out of Kurt's hands, gazing at it and then down at the book in front of him. "Well," he said slowly. "This looks like a ring, which stands for Quidditch." He glanced into the cup again and then back down at the book. "And then this," he said, pointing at the next figure. "Stands for excellency and talent, so…"
"You're going to be excellent at Quidditch," Kurt smirked, his eyes shining a little. "We're going to be rivals then."
Blaine nodded before Kurt's words sunk in. "You - You play Quidditch?"
Kurt nodded, propping his feet up on the table again and folding his hands behind his head. "Seeker. Have been since Second Year."
Well. Blaine definitely hadn't seen that one coming.
"I'd probably be Captain, too, if I wasn't so…"
"Arrogant?" Blaine supplied, glancing back at the cup in his hands.
"Ha, hilarious," Kurt replied, rolling his eyes and grabbing his own cup. "I'm dying."
Blaine grabbed Kurt's cup out of his hands, glancing at it for a moment, trying to remember what he was supposed to do. When it finally occurred to him, he went about his business as Kurt continued to chatter in his ear.
"You should tryout," Kurt said. "I'm guessing Keeper. You've got the ride body for a Keeper."
Blaine blushed, finishing up with the teacup and handing it back to Kurt.
Kurt looked at it for a moment, his face instantly paling. He glanced over at the open book in front of him, and, even though Blaine didn't know it was possible, his skin turned even whiter.
"Professor," Kurt said, standing up and grabbing his things. "I'm not feeling well."
And before Blaine knew what had happened, Kurt had vanished from the room, not even waiting for Professor Trelawney's permission.
Confused, Blaine looked over at the professor and shrugged at the inquisitive look she gave him.
Kurt had seen something in the cup. Blaine, after glancing around, noticed that he'd taken it with him.
But his book still lay open on the table. Grabbing it and setting it in front of him, keeping it open to the same page, Blaine read all of the definitions and symbols on the page.
Star - Something great will become of you in the future.
Ring - Quidditch
Snake - Can mean a majority of things: Something to do with Slytherin, evil, or the Chamber of Secrets.
He continued reading, nothing really striking him as something that would upset Kurt.
And then, as he neared the end of the list, something caught his eye.
Potions Bottle - Shows that some kind of feelings are going to form, or have formed, within you. They will be crushed, leaving you closed off and hostile towards the rest of the world.
Blaine had no idea what that even meant, but he was almost positive that it was one of the symbols that had been in Kurt's cup.
Fuck.
Fucking fucker.
Kurt stormed into the Slythering common room, ignoring the looks the others were giving him. He held the teacup in his hand, tight, but not enough to break it.
Even though he wanted to break it. He wanted to break it so bad.
Storming up to the dormitories, he entered the room and slammed the door shut behind him, grabbing his wand and setting a seal over the door so nobody would disturb him. Sebastian couldn't see him like this - because that would completely ruin his reputation.
Hesitating before putting his wand away, he brought it back up and placed a silencing spell over the room.
No one could hear him.
Feelings. Emotions. Heartbreak.
Kurt screamed as he threw his books down on his bed, shoving himself onto the floor with the teacup still in his hands.
You will feel emotion.
Some kind of feelings will form within you.
Someone will break your heart.
Something will change your life entirely.
Be warned.
Kurt didn't even know if it was fucking possible to have so many symbols within one teacup. The most he'd ever seen was three.
This couldn't be happening.
Because Kurt Hummel didn't do emotion. He didn't do emotion or feelings or change or heartbreak.
All of those things were off limits to him.
And yet there they were, staring up at him from a tiny teacup.
The rest of the week was relatively uneventful for Blaine.
And then came Saturday, which consisted of Quidditch tryouts.
"What're you trying out for?" Wes asked as they walked down to the Quidditch pitch.
"Erm, I'm not sure," Blaine responded. "What do you think?"
Wes looked at him for a moment. "Either a Keeper or a Chaser," he said. "Not a seeker, you're arms are too short."
Blaine glared at him and Wes laughed. "And not a beater, because David and I have that one covered."
Blaine nodded, thinking about to how Kurt had said he would be a keeper. How was it possible for someone to be so good at reading someone?
"I think I'll try Keeper," he said slowly.
"Alright then," he said. "We don't have a Captain yet, so the team is just going to vote on who's the best and whatnot."
Wes introduced Blaine to everyone once they arrived, and before Blaine knew it he was in the air on a broom, floating in front of the goal posts.
He'd ridden broom before, but he'd never played Quidditch.
"Alright!" The Chaser - Marley, he believed her name was - yelled. "I'm going to try and score, and you just catch the Quaffle."
Blaine nodded, and then she was flying towards him, the Quaffle shoved under her arm.
And then he saw the red ball - if he could even call it that - heading towards the goal post to his left.
Before he knew what he was doing, he flicked his broom in the direction, his hand extended towards the Quaffle.
And he caught it.
Marley grinned at him, opening her hands as he threw the Quaffle back. "That was great!" She exclaimed. "Let's go a few more times, yeah?"
Blaine nodded, and they did just that.
"Well," she said as they landed back on the ground. "I think it's safe to say you're our new Keeper."
The rest of the selected wooped and hollered, everyone fist bumping everyone, the general atmosphere just excited.
David had been selected Captain by majority vote - apparently Ravenclaw was the only house who didn't have their Captain assigned for them.
And Blaine looked around, watching as Wes and David grinned at him and Marley gave him a congratulatory pat on the back.
Really, for the first time, Blaine thought that he might fit in at Hogwarts.
Kurt smirked a little as he passed the Quidditch Pitch Saturday afternoon. Rumor had gone around that Blaine Anderson had been selected as Keeper - and was apparently one of the best they'd seen in a while.
Of course, none of that really mattered. It was all about the Seeker, really. And, unless any other house got a new one, Kurt was the best in the business.
Kurt noted that several of the Slytherin players were walking behind him, meaning that they were done with practice. He kept walking in the direction of the library, needing to pick up a few books for his Defense Against the Dark Arts essay that was assigned.
He wondered why he even bothered to do his homework. He'd still have the highest marks in his classes.
And then Blaine passed by him, and all of Kurt's plans changed.
"Blaine," he said gruffly, briefly recalling the last time he'd seen the boy in the dreadful Diviniton class.
Blaine turned towards him, his eyes narrowing at him for a moment, as if sizing him up. The look vanished almost as quickly as it came, replaced by his usual annoyed expression.
"What do you want, Hummel?" Blaine responded, huffing a little.
"Congrats on Keeper," he replied smoothly. "I'm pretty spot on at reading you, it seems."
Blaine rolled his eyes and continued walking. "If you'll excuse me," he said. "I need to grab a book from the library."
"Excellent," Kurt grinned as he continued walking next to Blaine. "So do I."
Blaine scoffed as he continued walking. "You need a book?"
"Contrary to popular belief, I do homework."
Blaine, if he was impressed, didn't show it. He just continued walking, his face straight ahead.
Kurt lagged behind a little, noting the way the Quidditch get-up accentuated him in all the right places. And really, he never would have expected such a short fellow to have such a fantastic ass. The edges of his curly hair - which had sprung out of its gel-lock, were moistened with sweat.
Blaine looked simply delectable.
Or fuckable. One of the two.
Maybe both. Kurt's couldn't decide.
"You can stop leering at my ass," Blaine said without turning around. "You're not going to get any of it."
"Just because I'm not getting it, doesn't mean I have to stop admiring it," Kurt responded coyly. "It's fantastic. Has anyone told you that?"
Blaine didn't respond, instead shaking his head slightly as he continued walking towards the library.
"I don't know why you keep coming around me," Blaine said after a moment. "I've made my opinions of you very clear, yet they seem to just keep slipping through that thick skull of yours."
"Wishful thinking?" Kurt supplied, shrugging.
"Well, you really shouldn't get your hopes too far up," Blaine said. "Because I honestly don't think that I'm budging."
Kurt smirked before jogging up in front of Blaine, turning around in front of him and forcing the boy to come to a halt. "Really, Blaine," he drawled, taking a step closer so that Blaine was no within arm's reach. He lifted up his hand and placed it on Blaine's chest, smirking as he felt Blaine's heart beating rapidly. "Wow," he whispered, his voice low. "What's wrong with your heart, hmm?"
Blaine gulped, averting his gaze to the ceiling and completely avoiding Kurt's.
"Blaine," he whispered, leaning in closer so that he was breathing in Blaine's ear, his lips gently brushing against it with every movement of his mouth. "You know you want me, Blaine. I know you do."
Kurt trailed his hand down Blaine's chest, smirking as he saw Blaine's Adams apple bob.
"Mmm," Kurt murmured, moving his other hand to Blaine's waist. "You like that, Blaine. Don't you?"
He could see Blaine trying to keep control, trying to stop whatever he was feeling.
And Kurt, if he would ever admit things like this to himself, would say that he kind of felt a spark whenever he touched Blaine, he kind of felt his heart flutter whenever Blaine showed some kind of reaction.
But no, Kurt wouldn't ever admit anything like that.
"Kurt," Blaine stuttered after a few moments. He looked at Kurt with a torn expression, his eyes blazing with thousands of different emotions.
And then realization set in, and Blaine tore away from him.
"I - I need to go," he said quickly, walking off in the opposite direction.
Kurt groaned softly in frustration, watching as Blaine disappeared. Knowing Blaine, he didn't even know what direction he was headed in.
Kurt had honestly never had this much trouble seducing anyone. He was used to saying one word to them and having them fall all over him, completely submitting to his every want and desire.
But with Blaine, Kurt didn't know what it was. He honestly didn't feel the same when he was around him. Yeah, he was still a cocky, arrogant bastard, but whenever he said something like that to Blaine he almost felt a twinge of guilt.
Almost.
Kurt groaned and slammed his fist into the wall next to him. Why did these damn emotions come to him after every time he talked to Blaine?
Why was Blaine making him suddenly feel, something he hadn't done for years?
Groaning again, Kurt strode towards the library, planning on pouring himself into his essay in order to completely forget about the fact that he was feeling again.
The Kurt Hummel he knew didn't feel.
But he knew that the old Kurt Hummel did.
The old Kurt Hummel felt too much.
And that was the problem.
Blaine rushed back to the Ravenclaw Common Room, hoping that nobody would stop and question him about why his face was so red, or about why he looked so undone.
Blaine was sure he looked mad.
Once he was in the confines of the dormitory, he began stripping of his Quidditch gear, tearing his boots off and throwing everything to the floor.
He hated how Kurt Hummel made him feel.
He hated how his body had been aching for Kurt to lean in closer, for Kurt to keep touching him and for Kurt's lips to brush against his own.
He hated it.
He didn't want to feel that way about Kurt. Kurt was everything Blaine hated in a person. He wanted nothing to do with him.
Groaning in frustration, Blaine grabbed a towel and went into the shower. He needed to think, and the only place that would really be able to happen would be the shower.
But how was he supposed to think when all he really wanted to do was castrate Kurt? Well, either that or -
Blaine cut off his thoughts, not wanting them to go there. He was already in deep enough as it was, he didn't need to start creating fantasies.
Blaine would just have to learn to control himself around Kurt. He couldn't let himself feel that way, when it was so obvious he really only wanted one thing out of Blaine.
But Blaine wouldn't let him get what he wanted and then just walk away like nothing happened. Blaine wasn't like that.
But he couldn't deny that there was something else there, something which maybe both he and Kurt hadn't realized yet.
Chapter 4