Title: Blaine Potter
Genre: Romance, Fluff, Family
Spoilers: 'Never Been Kissed', because of Blain. 'Harry Potter and the Deathly Hollows' It's the epilogue(but I'm pretty much absolutely positive there is no reason to have read the book to understand this)
Rating: PG(for now)
Warning: Mild Slash
Summary: Kurt has a not-quite-magical boyfriend.
Author's Note: Hey, I really shouldn't have written(or posted) this, as I have yet to post the next three chapters in my other(non glee related) story, but hey, I might as well joing the band wagon that is Blaine/Kurt. I'm going to admit right now that I was never a fan of 'Glee' before the most recent episode(only 'cause Darren was in it), so when I eventually include other characters I will probably end up with them being out of character a smidgeon. This is also un-beta'd by other people, I did a cursory glance over it, but I am known to miss things. So if stuff bothers you, go ahead and point the mistakes out. I'm absolutely positive I spelled mischievious and particlarly wrong at least once in there...I always do...
The rest of the story shall be told in a different style to this one. Think of this as the ultimate oneshot/prologue that sets the scene for the rest of the story. The rest is much funnier and has a different p.o.v and writing style used so...don't get too fond of this one. Now go ahead and read.
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Blaine had always been surrounded by a loving family. His parents and younger siblings accepted him as the way he was, is, and hopefully always will be. He just couldn't not be loved, by his family at least, and that was where his troubles originally began.
He had only been five when he was introduced into the horrible ways that was the rest of society as he knew it. He watched helplessly on as his schoolmates would accidentally change the color of their pictures, or break lightbulbs. He watched forlornly as his younger brothers, Jamie and Al, would whip their utensils around the room as if it were nothing. He didn't quite figure out what was wrong with him until he was in his 6th year of primary school. It wasn't until then that his parents began to worry. Where as before they would tell him he was simply a late bloomer, they now said nothing on the matter just telling him to study harder, learn more, and give him a cookie.
His brothers felt bad for him. They could do things that he simply couldn't. It just wasn't in him. So they tried to cheer him up by doing their best in school-it was always so important to him- and never doing the things they could do around him, intentionally. They were merely children, so sometimes it just spilled out, but they did their best to make him smile.
When Blaine didn't receive his acceptance letter on his 11th birthday his parents set him down and gave him a stern talking to about how they loved him, how they were there for him, and it wasn't the first time this had happened, there was nothing to be ashamed about.
Blaine accepted this with graciousness, of course, he always had taken to his father's side of the family, and simply went to normal school, waiting anxiously for when his brothers would get to go to the school of his dreams. In preperation for the days when they would talk about things that would pass over his head he studied. He studied his parents old school books like it was a religion, hoping vainly to find a clue, an answer to his inability. He found none, but he learned so much more. He had no doubts that the ties between he and his siblings would not be severed by his lack of ability.
His parents were proud, but worried about his lack of friends, lack of social life. They signed him up for vocal lessons.
Blaine had finally founde his niche in the world and his mother was proud. His younger brothers teased him for his girly-ness, but his younger sister adored him. He softly crooned his way through old tunes that frequented the only movies they had in the house-gifts from his grandfather of course- and belted out the songs he heard in school. His father just grinned and shrugged, happy that at least what his oldest son was doing could be called singing, nothing like the horrible things that James and Albus would listen to.
The vocal lessons did nothing to help his social life though, and the longer he was unaware of the world in which he went to the school; the longer and more punishing the teasing, the bullying, was.
While his school-life may have been close to horrible, Blaine's bond grew with his siblings over the summer after Jame's 1st year. Blaine was soon to be 14 and all of his siblings knew that his parents were planning on sending him away to a boarding school in America the coming year. They spent their time at their grandparents' house, causing a ruckus that hadn't been present there for nearly 13 years. Everyone ignored the reason why they were sending Blaine away, this was to be of good memories, not bad ones.
August came much to soon for anyone. His family made a trip to his school, Dalton's School for Boys, all of them wishing to give him one last hug good-bye. His siblings hugged and kissed him good-bye first. He gave James and Albus a stern look and told them not to get into too much trouble now that they were going to the same school, and he told little Lily to keep her chin up. His mother was next in the line of hugs, her warmth enveloping his smaller frame as she wrapped her long arms around him. Her tears stained the collar of his jacket, but he didn't care in the least. They were to be one of the last reminders of his mother over the year.
His father was last. As the rest of the family settled off to the side, preparing for their trip home his father was the one to clasp his hand on his shoulder and look him directly in the eye.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" He asked that day, squeezing his fingers into Blaine's shoulder blades.
"Yes."
"You're going to be different here too...you know that right?"
"Yes...but here I have the excuse of being British. Of course I wouldn't know what Americans do or don't like." His father nodded, seeming to accept his answer, but piercing green eyes searched his own anyway. Eventually, his father enveloped him in a hug, he would have to go inside and search for his dorm, but that was not now.
Blaine's freshmen year went much better than his previous schooling had gone. He made friends, people outside of his family that actually cared about him. He developed his singing voice and joined the school's Glee Club.
It took a while, but he eventually rose through the ranks, becoming a permanent fixture as a soloist at the end of his sophomore year. He was even chosen to pick out options for their competition name. He had brought up many, but the only one that the team had liked was the 'Warblers'. They all could see the fondness that he held for the name, and even though none of them quite knowing what a 'Warbler' was, they could all tell that it was important, and they weren't going to deny their star what was dear to his heart.
It took them a year to find out that a warbler was simply a little bird, native to Midwestern America. What they didn't know was that it also happened to be the name a particularly mischievious sprite that would 'curse' victims into singing their emotions. It was Lily's idea. His parents didn't quite believe him, but James gave him a thumbs up and Albus simply rolled his eyes. At least it had a muggle conontation.
His entire family went to go see his first official solo. His cousins and aunts and uncles lined up at the doors half an hour before the Glee Club was even set to appear. His family took up a quarter of the tickets sold, and an entire seating section. No one made fun of him for it because most of the red-heads looked like they could beat any of them up, whether it be friendly teasing or not.
His first solo night was another night of firsts as well. He came out to his family for the first time. He had to do it again at Christmas because the family members in the far back of the group couldn't hear.
He also received his first kiss on the mouth. It wasn't spectacular, no fireworks, no heart-stopping, no throbbing veins, but it was perfect.
He never spoke to the poor girl again though. She was very embarrassed when he came out to his family not 6 minutes after, and she left his side quickly.
He never did find out why she kissed him.
His junior year didn't start any differently from the first two, but three months in he received quite the pleasant surprise in a spy. He just looked so lost and completely bewildered and absolutely adorable.
The first thing he could possibly have done was begin texting his other glee members. So he did.
Teen.D. today! Get ready nao!
The replies were instantaneous, most of them consisting of the words 'again?' and 'that one's not ready,' but it didn't matter. He was going to serenade his spy until he[the spy] was swept off his feet and directly into his arms.
It wasn't until he and his co-captains of the Glee Club had confronted the adorable boy, who had to have some veela-blood in his bloodline somewhere, that he realized that maybe the boy, Kurt, didn't need to be swept off his feet. Maybe he needed a friend.
So he became a friend. A mentor. He tried his best to help Kurt when he needed it. He wasn't bullied for being gay, but for being different, and wasn't that basically the same thing? So he helped, in anyway he could.
Helping totally meant using his awesome connections to floo-powder over to the hidden-pub in Lima when Kurt needed him.
He was reprimanded by his father later, for leaving school, but then congradulated for helping his friends. He was grounded for a week, but it was so worth it, just to see the smile on Kurt's face when he took him out for lunch, just to see Kurt, so he really didn't mind too much.
Besides, now that he knew the situtaion he could help more fully. He could help Kurt overcome, withstand, be great. And hey, if he just happened to become Kurt's boyfriend along the way...well...he wouldn't exactly mind that.
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