A/N: A special fluffy Klaine drabble in celebration of the release of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 2! Thanks for reading - I hope you enjoy it! Please let me know what you think - all reviews contribute to the creation of Patronuses!
"Blaine, I just – I just don't know if I can go out in public with you like this." Kurt looked over Blaine's shoulder into the mirror, watching as his boyfriend penciled a lightning-shaped scar over his forehead, pushing away his expanding curls to get a better angle.
"Seriously, stop. You're starting to offend me." Blaine dropped the lip-liner pencil onto the granite countertop and adjusted his red and yellow striped tie before turning to face Kurt. "I could have forced you to dress up like Draco Malfoy – I still think I probably should have because seriously, you would be thesexiest Slytherin and if we could have found you a platinum wig I couldn't even be held responsible for what I would do – but, I didn't."
Kurt couldn't help smiling a little bit. "You do make a dashing Harry Potter," he admitted. "And I'm wearing this ridiculous Slytherin scarf you got me – which is true love because this thing is polyester – and more importantly I'm not even going to pretend not to know you when you get grossed out on your Bertie Bott's Every-Flavor-Beans while we're waiting in line, or when you start trying to force-feed me chocolate frogs, or when you're sobbing into my shirt for the entire two and a half hours and I have to literally carry you out of your seat at the end."
"My body will lie in the cinema forever," Blaine quipped on cue.
"Come on," Kurt laughed, tugging Blaine's hand toward the door.
"Wait, wait." Blaine stopped short, forcing Kurt to do the same. Kurt turned around to see Blaine's cinnamon eyes suddenly blinking from behind thick-rimmed circular glasses. He gasped, a small intake of breath he just couldn't prevent.
"Umm… you… you should probably – you should probably keep this outfit," Kurt stuttered out, a lecherous smirk working its way across his face as he recovered from the initial shock.
"Only if you'll consider the Draco costume!" Blaine said cheerfully, leaning forward to press a kiss to Kurt's nose.
Kurt groaned. "I can be persuaded. Do you think we can find a wig shop that's open at this time of night?"
"No, no, we've got to go, silly. We've got to get in line early if we're going to get prime seats!"
"We're leaving? With you looking like this?" Kurt said brokenly, frowning. "We should stay home. We should. I can whomp your willow…"
"Uh, yeah, we're definitely leaving. What kind of pick-up line was that? There are so many to choose from and you pick something that doesn't even sound sexy! And anyway, my childhood is only going to end once! Provided you can pry me out of the theatre there'll be plenty of time for Slythering-in later, Malfoy." Blaine raised an eyebrow challengingly.
"Slythering-in was not any better," Kurt sighed with resignation as he started towards the door again, shoulders sagging.
Blaine poked him in the back with 11 inches of holly, phoenix feather core, ushering him on. "And don't even make a comment on how you wish that was a different type of wand. You just listen to me, and move along, 'cause I'm Harry freakin' Potter."