A/N: I may add more to this fic at some point, as of right now I don't have any inspiration, so it's just a stand alone, bit if something comes to me, there might be more.
Just do it, just do it, just do it, just do i-
Blaine panicked -again- and turned and bolted back to his hiding spot behind the archway. He loosened his yellow and black tie, pulling in short, staccato breaths and squeezing his eyes shut.
He's just a person, he repeated to himself, just a very beautiful and amazing and talented and popular person. He peaked out from behind the archway to the courtyard where a lone Gryffindor sat under a tree, his Care of Magical Creatures textbook resting in his lap as he read intently, mumbling things to his enchanted quill for it to write down.
Kurt Hummel, captain of and keeper for the Gryffindor quidditch team, one of the top and most beloved students at Hogwarts and almost never alone for more than five minutes. Which meant that if Blaine was going to do this, he needed to do it now, because being rejected would hurt a lot less without the embarrassment of others being there to witness.
Blaine pressed his back firmly to the archway, taking three deep breaths and fixing his tie before turning abruptly and - running face first into a firm chest. He gasped and stumbled backward as a hand reach out to grasp his elbow and steady him.
"I'm so so sorry," Blaine said quickly, ready to flee from mortification but the hand didn't leave his elbow and he didn't want to just yank away from it. He looked up slowly, breath catching in his throat at the sight of Kurt standing above him (though obviously it was Kurt, he was the only one around, who else could it have been) textbook pinched between his arm and his side and one hand still outstretched and firmly holding Blaine's elbow.
"It's fine," Kurt said with a smile, "are you okay? You seem a little frightened."
I'm fine, Blaine meant to say, "Will you go to the Yule Ball with me?" is what he blurted instead.
Kurt's eyes widened in shock for a second and Blaine immediately backpedaled, dread dropping heavily into his stomach as his throat tried to close up on him at record speeds.
"S-sorry," he stuttered, "I shouldn't have… you probably already have a date, or-or someone else you want to go-go with, that was stupid, I'll just-" Blaine tried to make a break for it but Kurt's hand tightened around his elbow, and omygod Kurt Hummel was still touching him.
Kurt's lips were curled up in an amused smile when he asked, "What's your name?"
"I- oh god, my name, I didn't even introduce-"
Kurt squeezed his elbow once effectively cutting off Blaine's rambling. "Name?" he asked again, only just suppressing a chuckle.
"Blaine," he said quietly, "Blaine Anderson, fifth year Hufflepuff."
"Well, Blaine Anderson Fifth Year Hufflepuff. I, Kurt Hummel Sixth Year Gryffindor, would love to go to the Yule Ball with you," Kurt said, squeezing his elbow once more before letting go finally.
"I-I... really?" Blaine asked, mouth hanging open.
"Yes, Blaine. Meet me in front of the Gryffindor dorms tomorrow after dinner to discuss our dress robes, okay?"
Blaine nodded dumbly, brain working double time to try and process the fact that Kurt had said yes when he leaned down and kissed him on the cheek.
"See you tomorrow, Blaine," Kurt said with a sweet smile and walked away, leaving Blaine standing there, a goofy grin spreading across his face and a hysterical laugh bubbling from his throat.