"Get the hell out of my way, bloody Flufflepuff."
Devious brown eyes burned into the pale white skin of the yellow-cloaked figure in front of her.
Brittany Pierce, sixth year Hufflepuff. A blank expression on her face, she looked confusingly at the tanned shorter girl.
Santana Lopez, sixth year Slytherin. The cold expression on her face sought to bring up some sort of negative emotion in the blonde's face. Hands on her defined hips. Her curved figure was hidden under her green-trimmed robes. Her eyes turned to slits as she awaited for the badger to get out of her way.
"Well, are you going to move?"
Though the snake was much shorter than Brittany, she had a sort of intimidating air that caused the Hufflepuff to move aside. Though Brittany wasn't particularly afraid of her, something in her wanted to obey Santana. Her blue eyes followed the tanned figured as she walked past her – of course purposely bumping into her shoulder as she did so – and headed down the hall. Brittany bit her lip. It didn't bother her that Santana seemed to pick on her. She was used to Slytherins trying to pick a fight, though Brittany hated violence. But what did bother her was the very force that made her move. Something strange. She'd been feeling it for a couple of years now, but Brittany couldn't quite explain it.
"Oy Brittany, the hell was that about?" Brittany's best male friend Michael Chang walked over, a frown on his face. Michael was a sixth year Gryffindor, and had been friends with Brittany since they were first years. He was protective of the blonde, especially when it came to Slytherins.
Brittany flashed her friend a smile to assure him nothing was wrong. "It's alright Mike," she said, calling him by the nickname everyone at Hogwarts gave him. "She wasn't trying to start a fight." Michael rolled his eyes, knowing how Brittany worked. She was always such a pacifist, and sometimes it annoyed him. "Whatever."
~ I CAN'T TELL WHERE YOUR BODY ENDS AND MINE BEGINS ~
In the Slytherin common room, it was empty with the exception of two snakes. On the couch in the dim-lighted room, the only source of light being the fireplace, Santana was lying on the couch, and of course someone else was lying on top of her – seventh year Noah Puckerman. Santana and Noah were the "it" couple among their peers, and they had been dating since the previous year. Noah was the seeker and Captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team, and was proclaimed the "hottie" of the house. Santana being Santana, she swooped up Noah the second she was able to, knowing that having him as a boyfriend would increase her popularity more than it already did. The problem with Noah was that he was a halfblood, his father being a muggle, and since Santana came from a pureblood family Santana would never be able to go beyond snogging buddies with him. Not that Santana minded, she was planning to dump him after he graduated, anyway.
But today Santana wasn't feeling the snogging session. As Noah lightly sucked on her neck and caressed her thigh gently, Santana was lying there with an uninterested look on her face. She rolled her eyes and let out an annoyed sigh, causing Noah to stop what he was doing and look up at her with an irritated look on his face.
"The hell's your problem?" he asked through gritted teeth. He was sensitive when his pride was being attacked. And if Santana wasn't enjoying what he was doing he was going to be pissed.
Santana frowned. She refused to be talked to in that tone. Noah was lucky she even considering being with him, especially since she had more of a liking toward purebloods. But he was stepping over the line with his attitude. "You wanna know what my problem is?" Sure a million girls would kill to be in her position, but she was growing bored of him. "Snog, snog, snog. That's all we bloody do!" Noah scowled and started to get off of her, but Santana grabbed him by the collar and pulled him back down so his face was less than an inch away from hers.
"I want to go further, Puckerman. We're not little kids anymore. We're old enough to do whatever we please." Neither of them was a virgin. Santana lost her v-card shortly before she began to date Noah and Noah lost his in his fourth year. Yet the two of them never had sex with each other even though they had been dating for almost a year now. Though it wasn't even Noah that was holding it up – it was Santana. Santana liked sex, and Noah would've have been the only guy she did it with. Yet, something in the back of her mind had told her not to go through with it. But now she decided to hell with the little voice inside her head. She wanted something else inside her.
A smirk appeared on the tanned boy. He was the only boy in the entire school who dared to have a mohawk – most gits around here refused to do something so daring. That was something Santana liked in a man – boldness. Noah was otherwise completely stupid, but bravery was a key factor in finding a man attractive. Unless that man wore red or yellow robes. Disgusting.
"Whatever you like, Miss Lopez," he said seductively. He continued to kiss her neck, though this time his hand went further up Santana's thigh into her skirt. A dark chuckle escaped Santana's lips, though the chuckle quickly turned into a moan.
There was a slight regret in her decision, but the pleasure covered it up nicely.
~ DON'T SPEAK~
A petite blonde rushed down the hallway, just out of Muggle Studies class. Books in hand, she held them close as tears began to flow down her cheek. She tried to ignore the tall Gryffindor that was running up behind her, trying to catch her before she disappeared. "Quinn! Quinn wait up-"
Her blue robes swished along with her as she turned around to the brunette boy, her eyes turning from sadness to fury. Lucy Quinn Fabray, sixth year Ravenclaw. "Finn, I swear to Merlin if you don't get away from me…" She wanted to finish the sentence, but looking in his eyes hurt more than anything, and she had to look away before she could break down. The freakishly tall boy in front of her was seventh year Finnegan Hudson, captain and seeker of the Gryffindor Quidditch team. The two had dated for two years, but the day before Finnegan had broken up with her. But there was a reason why Finnegan dumped her – for fellow Gryffindor, Rachel Berry.
Rachel Berry became the object of Finnegan's affections ever since she began to sit next to him in Potions class. Rachel was particularly disliked among her peers, but Finnegan took an instant liking of her. They began to hang out, and the more they were around each other the more they began to like one another more than just friends. The last straw was when Finnegan finally kissed Rachel the week before. Feeling guilty about cheating on Quinn, Finnegan confessed, resulting in a disastrous break-up with Quinn.
"Quinn, please." His pale hand began to reach for hers, but Quinn immediately stepped back. "Don't touch me!" she screamed. Hurt was apparent in Finnegan's eyes as well, and guilt possessed his heart. He loved Quinn, he really did, but there was something about Rachel that seemed to offer him more than what Quinn was providing for him. He decided to try and console her once again, this time stepping forward, but Quinn didn't welcome him kindly and quickly whipped out her wand. She wasn't afraid to hex him at this point. "Finn. You stay away from me. Enjoy your snogging session with that damn Berry and leave me the bloody hell alone!"
Finnegan frowned but finally accepted defeat. Tail between his legs, he walked away from Quinn. Quinn waited until the freakishly tall Gryffindor was out of sight, and she decided to finally break down.
She took a spot by the wall and slid down, drowning in her sorrows. She couldn't stop sobbing, she couldn't even breathe properly. How could Finnegan do this to her? They were each other's first loves, how could Finnegan forget that? Two wonderful years together, and this is how he treated her? What in the name of Merlin did that Berry have that Quinn didn't have? Was it because Finnegan was frustrated that Quinn didn't give herself up to him? Blimey, was sex all that important in a relationship? Quinn knew for sure that Berry was just as much of a virgin as Quinn was, so then why did Finnegan still want to be with her? Quinn hated them both. She still loved Finnegan, but she hated him. And she hated that stupid Berry more.
"Quinn? Are you alright?" a soft voice spoke.
Quinn looked up at the source of the voice, and hazels met with warm green eyes that were wrapped around with worry and concern. The tall blonde boy in front of her, named Samuel Evans, was frowning, his enormous mouth looking similar to that of an upturned trout. He was the butt of many mouth jokes made by Slytherin students, and he had been so used to it in his five years at Hogwarts that he didn't even mind. He stood there, feeling rather uncomfortable watching Quinn cry, and awaited her response.
"Hi Sam," she muttered. She stood up, wiping the tears from her eyes. Damn, she didn't mean for the tall Hufflepuff to see her like this. She was quite friendly to him, and he was one of the few students around here that hadn't suffered her Fabray wrath. She became good terms on him in her third year at Hogwarts, seeing the then-second year Huffie being bullied by a group of older Slytherins. She managed to chase the snakes away, and ever since the two had been somewhat close friends.
Of course, Quinn had no idea that Samuel had the biggest crush on her ever since the day she helped him out.
"Why are you crying?" he asked.
Sniffling sounds came before her response. "Finn broke up with me," she spoke with a shaky voice. She was on the verge of breaking down again. Crap, she couldn't break down in front of Samuel.
"Oh…" Samuel was guilty of feeling happy for a moment. But he couldn't be happy, the girl he liked was heartbroken and ready to cry right in front of him. "What happened?"
Quinn needed a moment to collect herself and make sure she wouldn't be hysterical trying to tell Samuel the reason. She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. Okay Quinn, try again. She took a deep breath and opened her mouth once more.
But this time instead of words, sobs poured out. By instinct to fell towards Samuel, and Samuel quickly caught her.
"Whoa!" he exclaimed in surprise. He certainly wasn't expecting that. But his heart began to race as the shorter blonde cried into his chest. Damn, he hoped she wouldn't be able to hear that. And she didn't, as Quinn was too busy sobbing in her Hufflepuff friend's arms to be concerned about the loud drumming noise that entered her ear drums that came from Samuel's chest. Thank Merlin, that would've been awkward.
Samuel hugged Quinn tightly as she cried, willing to wait all the time in the world for her to feel even a pinch better.
~ TAKE MY HAND, COME BACK TO THE LAND ~
"Hey, Gryffinfaggot!"
A tall, burly dark-skinned Slytherin pushed the skinny Gryffindor into the wall, where his porcelain face smacked right against the cold, hard stone. A whimper of pain escaped his lips, and he immediately brought his long, skinny fingers up to his face, his eyes squeezing in pain. He could feel something warm pour out of his nose and into his hands. Damn, he was bleeding.
The Slytherin laughed, pleased that he got a good hit with the worthless Gryffindor. "Where's your boyfriend, Hummel?"
The sixth year scowled at the older Slytherin behind a bleeding nose. His face began to turn red with rage, and he was ready to attempt to punch the snake right where his stupid smirk was.
"Piss off, Azimio!" a muffled scream replied. He was sick of being bullied by these stupid snakes, especially Azimio. His reply made the large Slytherin laugh however, and Kurt's eyes widened at the sight of a wand suddenly appearing in his hand.
"What are you going to do Hummel. Hm?" Azimio pointed the wand directly at Kurt, a challenging smile on his face. He dared the Gryffindor to even attempt to make a move so he could hex the femininity off his face. Kurt didn't loosen his stance, acting as if he was about to pounce the cruel Slytherin at any given moment. But Azimio would not stand down. Kurt didn't scare this snake, no matter how hard he tried.
"Go on Azimio," Kurt challenged. "Do it. Hex me. Jinx me. I dare you."
Azimio let out a laugh. "You act like I'm not going to do it. Fine, Stupe-"
"EXPELLIARMUS!" cried a voice.
Azimio's wand suddenly flew out of his hand, and a shocked face took over his smirk. What in the name of Merlin? Azimio looked to where the spell had come from, and right there was a shorter Hufflepuff with a reddened face. His thick triangular eyebrows stretched downward in anger, and his straight white teeth were gritted.
"Oh look Hummel, your Fairy Godfluffle is here," growled Azimio. The thick-eyebrowed sixth year pointed his wand up at Azimio, making the dark-skinned bloke take a step back in precaution. Azimio knew not to mess with the Hufflepuff because he was capable of hex the color off of his face.
"Get out of here, you disgusting snake," growled Blaine Anderson. Anyone else watching would've found it quite hilarious that this tiny Hufflepuff was threatening this huge snake, so it was good that the three of them were alone.
Azimio rolled his eyes and let out an annoyed sigh. "Fine. I'll leave you with your boyfriend Anderson." He shot an icy glance in Kurt's direction. "I'll see you later Hummel." He turned around to go pick up his wand and leave.
"I'll hex your nose off if I ever see you near him again Azimio!" Blaine yelled angrily. Azimio gave him no response, and instead walked away. Blaine had the chance to get him right there, but he was a respectable lad and would never attack someone while their back was turned. Didn't mean the temptation wasn't still there, though.
With Azimio finally gone, Blaine turned to Kurt. "Kurt, your nose." He frowned, putting his wand away. He gently took Kurt's hands and removed them from his face, and let out a sigh at the sight of blood oozing out of Kurt's tiny nose. Seeing Blaine's reaction, Kurt's eyes began to water.
"Kurt don't cry," Blaine whispered as he saw the taller boy's eyes moistening. He hated seeing Kurt cry. "C'mon here I'll fix it up for you." He took out his wand and pointed it at Kurt's nose, careful not to actually touch it since it would probably hurt. "Episkey."
A tiny light appeared at the end of Blaine's wand, making Kurt shut his eyes as if expecting the light to hurt. In just seconds he felt the pain in his nose go away, and his nose stopped bleeding. Ensured that there would be no more pain, Kurt opened his eyes and looked into Blaine's bright hazel eyes. He was perfectly content in just staring at the Hufflepuff's eyes to be instantly healed, but that spell was a close second.
"All better?" Blaine asked before lightly pecking Kurt's nose. Kurt smiled, happy to have his boyfriend be his knight in shining armor and rescuing him. It was rather strange for a Gryffindor to be saved from anything, and Kurt never really knew why he was sorted into the House, but no matter.
"Thank you," Kurt whispered. He wasn't going to cry, much to Blaine's relief.
"Those Slytherins are such assholes," Blaine muttered. "They have nothing better to do than pick on other people."
Kurt nodded in agreement, and Blaine began to wipe away the blood on his face with his own sleeve. Kurt looked away, his smile long gone and a frown left to replace it. Blaine's eyebrows pressed together in concern.
"Kurt? Kurt what's wrong? He's gone now, he's not going to bother you."
"I'm just…" Kurt let out a deep breath. "I'm just sick of it. Of all the bullying. And you know it's not even just the Slytherins? Some Ravenclaws have been bothering me as well." Ever since Kurt first came out as homosexual in his third year, he'd been the target of a lot bullying. Slytherins bullied him from the start because he was a Gryffindor, but the bullying intensified upon learning that he was homosexual. As soon as he came out though, some members of the Ravenclaw house also began to bully him, much to his chagrin. Ravenclaws were supposed to be the neutral house, but any Ravenclaws who were friends with Slytherins bullied him as well. It seemed he couldn't escape the bullying anywhere he went, no matter how hard he tried. He was sick of this, he'd been sick of it for three years now.
"Kurt, you're a Gryffindor. You should show them you're not someone to be messed with!" Blaine told him. Blaine himself was picked on all these years, but it was nowhere near as tense as it was for Kurt. And there was a perfectly good reason why that was. "You have to stick up for yourself Kurt. You can't expect me, or Finn, or anyone else to always be there to save the day." Blaine had been sticking up for himself ever since his first year. When he also came out of the closet the same year as Kurt – they had come out together – he didn't care what anyone though, and anyone who tried to bully him got a nice ol' jinx to the face. He loved Kurt, Merlin knew he did, but he needed Kurt to finally start sticking up for himself. He was in his sixth year, for Merlin's sake!
Kurt's icy eyes looked into his boyfriend's, but then he looked away again. He knew Blaine was right, Merlin knew he was. But Kurt couldn't do it. He didn't have the backbone to properly protect himself. Plus, Finnegan had been defending him ever since he first attended Hogwarts. They were stepbrothers, Kurt had known him longer than anyone else. Finnegan always swore to protect him, but that just caused Kurt to grow dependent on him, and in turn that made him unable to protect himself.
"I know," Kurt sighed out. "It's just that I'm not used to it."
Blaine gave his boyfriend a nice smile and softly kissed him on the lips. "Get used to it then, Mister Hummel. I'll be there for you whenever I can, but I can't be there ever second."
Blaine was right. He was always right. That was why Kurt had been so in love with him for three years.
Courage. He needed courage.