Uhm, hello.
If you originally read this story when it was first published, just gonna let you know it's changed quite a bit. If you're new - welcome! In terms of timelines, this is set in the Prisoner of Azkaban (because even though I'm not a huge fan of merging plots, I'm too lazy to think up my own background context etc. However, Harry and friends will not play a major role whatsoever in Kurt or Blaine's lives. They're just going to be there too. )
Note: Kurt, Blaine and co are in their sixth year of Hogwarts. Harry and friends are very obviously in their third.
Note 2: I need to thank my wonderful friend Mhairi because Blaine in chapters 1,2 and 4 stem very much so from her writing.
"We only managed to beat Ravenclaw by twenty points - so we need a big win in this next match against Slytherin to give us that one up and a better chance at the cup."
Jeff nodded eagerly. "You've got a hard job up against their main chaser though. He's the best they've had in a long time. Not to mention the dementors prowling the grounds."
"I know. I'm just hoping I can be quicker than him, and that those things stay well away." Blaine sighed, slowly leaning back in his chair, before jerking straight as the door suddenly banged open.
"Speak of the devil." Jeff whispered.
Into the room stalked Kurt Hummel, and at his heels his best friend, and resident bitch, Santana Lopez.
Blaine watched as the two Slytherin's moved to take their seats, purposefully ignoring Kurt's cocky smirk that flashed his way for a second, before the boy dropped his bag to the floor and sat down.
"Aha! No." McGonagall's voice rang above the murmured chatter of the classroom. "Miss Lopez, Mr Hummel -you are not sitting next to each other after last lesson's incident."
"What?" Kurt piped up, a frown wiping the smug look off of his face. "But that was Berry's fault!"
Blaine's eyes sparkled with amusement as he lifted a hand to his mouth in a half hearted attempt to stifle his laughter.
"So Miss Berry aimed that transfiguration charm at her own nose?"
Santana snorted. "It's not as if she could have missed with the size of it."
"Miss Lopez!" McGonagall turned her stern eyes to the Latino girl and then looked further to the front. "You will swap seats with Mr Anderson."
Blaine instantly blanched. "What? No, Professor-" he glanced quickly to Jeff and then over at the Slytherin chaser, before turning his eyes back to her. "Please Professor, that's..."
"No arguments. Just swap." McGonagall clapped her hands together and hurried back to the front. "Quickly now!"
Blaine, frantic eyed, scrambled to collect his things, grumbling as he looked once again to Jeff, before trailing towards the back. He arrived just in time to hear Santana whisper "Wanky!" in Hummel's ear. He watched as she grinned wickedly his way, and strode to the front to take his original seat.
He sat down with a sigh and a quick nod of acknowledgement, noticing the return of Hummel's irksome smirk as Blaine neatly set out his things upon the desk.
"OCD, much?"
Blaine looked up at this. "There's a difference between being tidy and being obsessive."
"Right." Hummel snorted and turned his eyes to the front, slumping low in his chair and fiddling his quill between his thumb and fore finger.
"Like there's also a difference between looking and paying attention."
"Honey, I appreciate your concern for my education, but I think I'll be okay." His tone was patronising and his amused leer was back in place. "I only need to get an Acceptable in this stupid subject anyway."
"Well, someone's going to pass their O.W.L's." Blaine muttered sarcastically. "Transfigurations is kind of important you know."
"You're such a bore, Anderson." Kurt replied with a roll of his eyes. "Besides, I can easily get that pass grade without trying. I've always had a knack for Transfigurations."
"Your aspiration is just to achieve it?" The Gryffindor sighed and shook his head.
"You try too hard, it's exhausting."
Ignoring the comment and looking up to copy down more notes, Blaine managed to catch Jeff's eye and crumpled his face in an expression of disgust that clearly said 'please come over here and save me from this idiocy.'
"Aw. Is it really that terrible sitting next to me? Diddums." Kurt said, once more adopting a childish tone as he looked over to him.
Blaine spun around suddenly to face him, suitably vexed. "Yes, actually, you seem to be doing very well at living up to your house's stereotype of being an absolute pain in the arse."
Kurt's face lit up in a sly grin as he leant in close to whisper. "I know another way I could be a pain in your arse."
Dark, triangular eyebrows shot straight up Blaine's forehead, a bright red blush coating his cheeks as he let out a startled cough and quickly moved to put some space between them, promptly ignoring Kurt's loud guffaw.
The class continued, and Blaine put his very best effort into completely ignoring Kurt Hummel's existence. He thought he was doing a mighty fine job of it too, until...
"Now, you all have to write an essay on the significance of animagi in recent wizarding history. It is due in one week. You'll be working in your seating pairs, and I want two thousand words, if you please." McGonagall called as the class drew to an end and everyone began to pack away their things.
Kurt grinned and chuckled as Blaine's head dropped into his hands with a groan.
"No, bloody hell."
"Worried you won't be able to resist me, Anderson?" The Slytherin teased as he reached for his bag and slung it over his shoulder.
Blaine huffed and dragged his hands down his face, before looking back up with a tired expression. "Worried I'll perform some unforgivable spell and get expelled."
Kurt's laugh echoed around the room and he leaned closer again, lips brushing the Gryffindor's ear. "There's plenty of unforgivable things that I'd much prefer doing with you."
Gasping and blushing furiously, Blaine grabbed his bag and hurried over to Jeff, Nick and the rest of his friends. He turned slightly to see the other boy sniggering as he linked his arm with Santana and strode out the room, but not before catching his eye and winking suggestively.
Blaine quickly stuck up two fingers at the boy and then turned back to his friends.
They arranged to meet in the library the following day to start work on the essay. To say Blaine wasn't looking forwards to it was an understatement.
He arrived slightly late, Transfigurations text book, quill and parchment in hand. He wandered further in search of Kurt, and found the boy sat at a secluded table in the corner, eyes shut as he leant back in the chair, feet crossed and resting on top of the table.
"What time do you call this?" Kurt opened his eyes and smiled slyly at him.
Smoothly sweeping a stray piece of hair back into its gel, Blaine placed his stuff on the table. He wasn't in the mood for Hummel's attitude today.
"I was at Quidditch practice, thank you very much." he snapped, crossing his arms across his chest.
"No need to get your knickers in a twist. Sit down, princess."
"Put down your feet, peasant." Blaine retorted.
But Kurt simply grinned. "Ooh, she bites!"
"Hummel, I would really prefer it if you'd use appropriate pronouns." he muttered, moving to shove his feet off the table and finally sitting down.
Kurt laughed and sat up straighter. "Oh, I do apologise, your majesty."
Rolling his eyes, Blaine reached down to pull out his notes. "Do you have anything to work with?"
The boy's grin widened and he slapped down a few pages of notes adorned with sparkly, golden stars and multiple scribbles of 'Mrs Rachel St James.'
"I borrowed Berry's notes."
"She's written down everything." Blaine sighed. "This will take hours to go through and pick out what we need."
"Hey. It's better than you. You barely wrote anything from that lesson. And I wonder why."
Blaine jolted upright as he suddenly felt a foot brush up against his ankle. He shot the Slytherin a glare, before composing himself and answering.
"Because I didn't need to. We covered Animagi last year."
Kurt shrugged and leaned back again. "Then surely you'll have no trouble picking out what we need from her rubbish."
"Of course I won't." Blaine huffed. "But I'm not doing all of this by myself. I'm pretty sure I recall McGonagall saying we had to work together."
"How are we supposed to work together when you keep shuffling away from me?" His eyes sparkled mischievously as he tilted his head, watching Blaine curiously.
"I think the question should be how are we supposed to work together when you keep trying to distract me?"
"But it's working." Kurt grinned again widely. "I love how easily you become flustered."
"No. It is not." Sitting up even straighter, the Gryffindor raised an eyebrow. "You've got a mighty big ego there, Hummel. Not everything's about you."
Kurt slowly leant forwards across the table and rested his head in his hands.
"So you're saying that blush you get whenever I say or do something slightly rude is simply because it's hot in here?" A laugh. "You're innocent, Blaine. And I find it oddly arousing."
"I've just been on a broom-" Blaine stopped himself, glaring at Kurt again and attempting to hide his blush. "-practicing Quidditch. Flying makes everyone's face red."
"But there it is again."
"You can't just... just tell someone you're aroused!"
"Why don't you prove it to me then? Prove that you're really not affected by me."
"And how do you suppose I do that?" Blaine frowned.
"Do you think I picked the most secluded part of the library so that it'd be easier to study? Really, Blaine. Think."
Blaine quickly leant back, crossing his arms and trying to regulate his breathing. "Okay, no. Nope, quit it Hummel."
Kurt raised his eyebrows and smiled. "But if you really aren't affected by me, if you're not the slightest bit turned on right now - a kiss wouldn't faze you at all."
Before Blaine could even think, Kurt was behind him and leaning over to whisper against his ear.
"Or would it?"
Blaine stiffened, and stumbled over his words. "I-I'm not wasting my f-first kiss on a Slytherin like y-you."
"Your first kiss?"
Kurt placed his arms on the chair, pressing his lips to the shorter boy's ear, breath hot against his skin.
"Ugh, Blaine. You utter tease."
Quickly the chair was shoved back, hitting Kurt in the stomach hard, and making him double over.
"Ooft!"
"That's it, Hummel! Leave me alone for crying out loud!"
He hesitated for a moment, not having meant to push the chair back with such force, but spun on his heel and raced out of the library.
"Blaine - wait!" Kurt called after him, but groaned and fell back against the bookcase. "Fucking hell."
After pausing to recover himself, Kurt left the library and rounded the corner, almost walking straight back into the boy who'd fled just seconds ago.
"I need my notes."
Kurt blinked, then pulled the sheets from his satchel, handing them over wordlessly.
"Are you alright?" asked Blaine.
The Slytherin's eyes flickered up at this, but he covered his moment of confusion with a harsh laugh and a sneer. "I'm fine, trust me."
"If you say so."
They stood awkwardly for a second before Blaine took a step back to leave.
"I'll just do the paper on my own."
"Right."
"I'll just... go now then."
"Wait." Kurt reached for his wrist, holding him back for a second.
"Look... I'm sorry okay? I get that you're a cheesy romantic kind of guy or whatever. But let me just give you a little advice. That's not how this shit works. It's not like we read in stories - so you might as well just forget about finding your perfect first kiss."
Blaine turned to face him, slightly shocked - stopping in his attempt at pulling away his arm.
"Well... I'd at least like to be kissed by someone who means it. It doesn't have to be all roses and butterbeer, but I'm not some piece of meat."
Kurt's smirk returned once more, a simple way of concealing his real thoughts, and he shrugged.
"Whatever you say."
He smoothly released Blaine's wrist and then spun around on his heel and walked off.
Frowning, the Gryffindor watched as he strode away. There was something off about that last smirk - something not so confident and sure. Something not at all like what he was used to from the mighty Kurt Hummel.