So hey,

A couple things before you read: Blaine is an only child. He is a fifth year. His best friends are going to maybe be maybe Wes and David. Rose is in her fourth year at Hogwarts. Some teachers and students besides main characters will be the sons and daughters of past teachers and students if you have read Harry Potter. You should, or else you won't know what the hell is going on here. Blaine is English; Kurt is American and also a fifth year. Don't worry; it will all make sense sooner or later.

Happy reading,

-KL

"Hugo, that's not bloody fair!" Blaine exclaimed with a laugh as he dismounted his broom.

"What's not bloody fair?" Hugo laughed. "You have far more experience then me and you have a faster broom. Compliments of your father, I am sure." He overdramatically bowed to the other boy. Blaine kicked him in the shin and Hugo yelped and rubbed his leg in pain. "Ouch!"

Blaine laughed and straddled his Nimbus Two Thousand and Thirteen again. Hugo knew more then anyone that he hated how it's always 'Your Father' this and 'Your Father' that. Blaine could understand why, everyone knew his Dad, but he was a fifth year, and he still hadn't lived up to anyone's expectations. He had yet to do something huge and exciting, and this year he suspected would be no different.

'Well,' Blaine thought as he kicked off and flew high into the early morning air, 'At least Hogwarts itself is not so bad.'

And it truly wasn't. Hogwarts was the most brilliant place Blaine had ever been. It was his and many other magical students' home. His Father had repeatedly told him that it was good that he found Hogwarts so pleasant. After all, who wouldn't love the amazing feasts, that literally appeared on your plate again and again, or the surprisingly fun classes; Blaine's favorite was Charms.

But there was that one thing that Blaine couldn't live without. Ever since he was a young child and his Father handed him what looked like an ordinary broom, until he realized there was nothing ordinary about it at all. Quidditch completed the Hogwarts experience. Everyone at Hogwarts either loved it or played it. Blaine was the Seeker for Gryffindor; one of the few things people admired him for. He was bloody good at it too, for he practiced almost everyday in summer until he went back on September 1st. He loved the sport, and felt good when people said 'Just like his Father.'

Blaine whipped his broom around to see Hugo heading towards him, his red bangs blowing in the wind as he picked up speed. When he reached Blaine, he pulled a Golden Snitch out of his pocket, and gave the other boy a wicked smile. "Don't act like you don't want to."

"But your Mum-"

"Making breakfast. C'mon, where's your sense of adventure? We are Gryffindors, aren't we?" Blaine opened his mouth to protest, but shut again when he thought about it. He hadn't chased a real snitch in about two weeks, and he was craving the rush of adrenaline again. His lips curled up into a small smile and Hugo's grin widened. The boy tightened his hand around the snitch and sank a little lower to the ground. "Ready?" He yelled up to Blaine. Blaine nodded. Hugo tossed the snitch in the air and like that, it was gone.

"What if we don't find it?" Blaine called down to the red head, creeping higher and circling the area, eyes searching the air under him.

"Well, you are Blaine Potter, aren't you?" Hugo called up to him. Blaine's eyes stopped searching to look at the boy.

"Right you are, Weasley." He grinned but he shushed Hugo when he thought he saw a flicker of gold out of the corner of his eye. The two boys went silent. For what felt like a ages, but was probably only about five minutes, the boys held their breathes. Blaine was just about to move when he heard something whiz past his ear. He let out a shout and shot towards the little gleam of gold on his fast broom. Hugo flew a little upwards to see if he could see it also but when he couldn't, he began to cheer the other boy on. The boy's chants of 'Bla-ine! Bla-ine! Go Blaine!' Were muffled to Blaine as he stretched out his hand for the snitch. Almost there…

The snitch shot downwards like a rocket. Blaine groaned in frustration but didn't give up, choosing to follow the snitches path and dive towards the ground also. Stretching out his hand again, it was just above his fingertips. Blaine impossibly urged his broom to go faster, and he could see the dirt of the ground coming closer and closer but he didn't stop. Closer…C'mon…

Blaine triumphantly grabbed the snitch but before he could celebrate his victory, he went head first into the muddy ground. The broom stopped him from the hardest impact, but he still was rolling, accidentally caking himself in mud, until he came to an abrupt stop. He lay there, in fetal position, unmoving. Hugo landed beside him gracefully and kneeled, moving his broom to the side. "Blaine?" He asked cautiously. He slowly reached out to touch the boy but when his fingertips just brushed his cloak, Blaine let out a shout. Startled, Hugo backed up until he realized the other boy was playing dead the whole time. He tried to kick him, but Blaine sat up instantly, and raised his fist with the snitch still held in it in a 'huzzah' type manor. Hugo just laughed at him and chose to be the better person by helping his friend up. "My Mum is going to kill you, you know." He said as Blaine tried to brush himself off, but it was no use, he needed a good washing.

"And kill I shall." They heard from behind them. They turned around to see Mrs. Weasley smirking at them while leaning against the back door of the rather large house. "Time for breakfast. And just as punishment Blaine, you are too eat just like that. So your parents can see what you have been up too this morning, almost ruining your broom." She gestured to the also mud-caked broom, looking rather shabby. Hugo and Blaine nodded, trudging inside.

"Sorry, Aunt Hermione." Blaine mumbled as Hugo sniggered. They walked into the squeaky clean giant kitchen the Weasleys had. Uncle Ron often told Harry of how when he was young, his family was quite poor, and all he had was hand-me-down wands and robes. This shocked Hugo and him the first time they had heard of it, considering that now Uncle Ron worked for the Ministry of Magic, and earned quite a lot, though they never said it out loud. Since then, Blaine noticed Hugo was more grateful for his things, and even the smallest of money he got from his parents each week was thanked immensely.

Blaine smiled fondly as he passed the old clock on the wall with Uncle Ron and his Mum's face on it, along with his other family members. His Mum often talked of how it was in the old house they lived in. She was quite a pretty woman, not looking like she aged much from her teenage years. Ginny Potter did not have to try hard to look very nice, and her son found that she took pride in that fact.

The same went for Aunt Hermione, with her soft brown wavy hair tied up in a loose bun with a piece out of it. On some occasions, she would wear it down, and how Uncle Ron would call her beautiful the whole day! Blaine smiled softly. He was too young to think it, but he often wished to find love like that. God knows he had tried several relationships, but they never stuck around for too long.

The three walked to the dining room doorframe, and Hermione Weasley pushed them in the room softly, urging them to go in. They found four of the ten chairs occupied, Ron Weasley and Blaine's mother were currently having a spat over how many pieces Uncle Ron should have of bacon, seeing Ginny read in some muggle magazine that her brother should watch his weight, even though Uncle Ron wasn't all that big. Aunt Hermione laughed softly and walked in the room to kiss her husband on the cheek, in which got him to immediately stop protesting and take one piece of bacon instead of three. Blaine's mom smiled at them and left the room through the other entranceway, much to Blaine's relief.

In the other two chairs were Hugo's sister, Rose, and some friend of hers that seemed to have taken particular interest in Blaine. Hugo snorted at how his sister's friend all but completely ignored her and turned her attention to Blaine, resting her chin on her hand and sighing. Rose stopped babbling and turned. When she also realized that her friend was staring at her cousin, she had to take a bite out of her toast to keep from erupting into giggles.

Blaine rolled his eyes but smiled as he took the seat across from the girl, who didn't even blink to stop staring at him. Hugo sat down from across his sister and they exchanged a look of confusion, not knowing what got into this girl. Hugo met her last night, seeing as she came for a sleepover, but he guessed she never met Blaine.

"Uh…hi." Blaine said slowly, looking into the brown eyes that wouldn't stop staring at him hesitantly. "I'm Blaine."

"Oh uh…" She stammered, blushing. Her eyes finally flew to the floor and she said softly, "I know." Blaine just nodded. Of course she knew. "I'm uh…" She looked back up at Blaine and stuck her hand out for him to shake. She suddenly put on a brilliant smile that made both Weasley and Potter children startle. "I'm Rachel. Rachel Berry." Blaine raised his eyebrows at the girl's accent.

"Oh, okay. Nice too meet you. American, are you?" Blaine said, taking her hand and shaking it softly before letting go. Rachel stared at her hand for a moment like it was gold before blushing again.

"Nice too meet you, too. And yes, actually, I grew up in the states and came here a year before I was excepted into Hogwarts." Her voice had all of a sudden become obnoxious, and Blaine could immediately tell she was the know it all type. She looked down at his clothes. "Why are you covered in mud?"

"Oh, uh, quidditch." Blaine answered with a smile.

To his surprise she look disgusted. "Oh. You like that…stuff?"

Hugo, who was shaking with silent laughter the whole conversation, suddenly turned serious. He put an arm around Blaine's shoulders and said "Blaine is the Gryffindor Seeker. Second best we ever had." At this Rose snorted, to which Blaine returned with a brutal stare. "Plus, quidditch is everything at Hogwarts. Haven't you seen him play? Wouldn't you know this?"

Rachel gave Hugo a look of disapproval. "I refuse to set foot in that stadium. Plus, I don't know why I would waste time on stupid sports when we obviously have homework and tests we could study for."

"Actually Rachel," Blaine's aunt piped up and they all looked over at Mrs. Weasley. "I used to think like that too. But then I found the sport quite enjoyable and love that my son plays it." She beamed at Hugo before turning back to her husband, who kissed her on the forehead in a fond gesture, whispering a memory of their days at Hogwarts in her ear and she laughed in return.

"Well," Rachel turned back towards me. "I find that it takes away from our work anyway and don't know how you do it, Blaine." She looked down and began to blush again. "I could…tutor you if you needed the help."

Blaine coughed in the orange juice he was drinking. Rose and Hugo looked like they were bursting at the seams with laughs they were holding in. Blaine cleared his throat and looked at the other girl. He wanted to put it bluntly so then she wouldn't be shocked when she surely found out what everyone knew already. "I'm uh…well Rachel I don't know how to put this without hurting your feelings but I'm not interested because I'm ga-" He was about to say more but stopped when he saw his Mom glaring at him and mouthing 'be polite'. He turned back to Rachel, who still had a hopeful look on her face. "Maybe? If, you know, I have trouble."

The girl grinned ear to ear. "Great!" She said a little too enthusiastically, and when she realized the whole room was staring at her, she went back to nibbling on her breakfast.

Ginny Potter was heading back to her seat, until she took another look at her son. "Blaine!" Blaine turned towards her, before lowering his gaze. He knew what that look meant. "What have you done? I just bought that cloak for you! Look at you! You ruined it!"

"It can be fixed with a cleaning spell, Mum…" Blaine muttered.

"Makes no difference that it is very expensive fabric and you went rolling in the mud with it!"

"We were playing quidditch and-"

"Again, it makes no difference, Blaine-"

"What's all the fuss about?" Everyone turned to see a man with a black jacket, dark trousers, and boots on. His large, round glasses slipped off his nose and his pushed them back up with his forefinger. His black hair was not curly like his sons, but straight and as of right now, ruffled a bit from sleep. But the most notable feature about the man was not his clothes nor his hair, but the lightning scar on his forehead given to none other then Lord Voldemort when he was only a child. This man was the most important man in the wizarding world.

Mr. Harry James Potter.

And as of right now, you might have not guessed that when he was 11 years old, he literally faced a two-faced man, or that when he was 12 he beat the giant monster in the forbidden Chamber of Secrets. But it was him, all right. Him who traveled back in time, proved Sirius Black innocent, saved Blaine's Aunt Hermione from a giant troll, competed in the House Cup, the list goes on and on…

Blaine had heard every story, every word, of his Father's great triumphs and even had to correct some rumors he knew were not true. Yet he hadn't done anything as titanic as defeating Lord Voldemort. He could barely defeat a spider. Did he mention his Dad escaped from being eaten by about a hundred of them? All Arogog's children. Yup. Blaine couldn't do that either.

But he loved his Father. He never made him feel weak of unwanted. In fact, he spoiled Blaine endlessly. He was the most brilliant dad ever in Blaine's opinion. It wasn't him that made Blaine feel exactly useless, but it was the people that once knew 'the boy who lived.'

"Darling, what's the matter?" Harry Potter said as he saw the look on his wife's face. He went over to slip an arm around her waist and kiss her cheek.

"Harry, take a look at Blaine!" She screeched and Ron Weasley laughed at the look of startle on Harry's face. Mr. Potter turned to look at his son, who stood up along with Hugo, and hung his head in shame. "Playing quidditch out in the yard. All of this too catch a snitch."

"Really?" Blaine looked back up at his Father and nodded. "Brilliant, Blaine!" Mr. Potter laughed and he let go of his horrified wife to hug his son, not caring about the mud. "I'm so proud of you! That's amazing!" He pulled back a little to look at him. "Do you think you could do it again for me?"

"Harry!" Ginny exclaimed. Mr. Potter turned to put an arm around Hugo and Blaine. They all grinned innocently at her.

"What? That must have been an amazing catch! Sorry I missed it boys." Hugo and Blaine lightly laughed and said it was fine.

Ginny Potter sighed in defeat. "It's always about quidditch isn't it?"

"Dear, if this were under any other circumstances, I would be mad too. But c'mon! Lighten up!" Everybody laughed as Mrs. Potter smiled a little. Blaine couldn't help but notice that Rachel rolled her eyes and stuck her nose up a little, as if she was above such things. Blaine rolled his eyes before listening back in on what his Father was saying. "He's a boy and an amazing seeker! Now," He said, looking at his son and Hugo again. "How about I grab an old broom from the shed and we have a go at it. Blaine, seeker, Hugo, keeper, and I'll be beater. We'll switch every few minutes." They nodded enthusiastically and Mr. Potter turned toward Mr. Weasley. "C'mon Ron, it'll be fun."

"In a minute I have something to say." He laughed before standing. "As you know, sometimes I travel and things and I've met a few people…"

"If he says he found himself a knew best friend, I'll beat him bloody with a broom stick." Mr. Potter whispered in his son's ear.

Blaine laughed. "Only if I can watch."

His Father grinned back "Deal." Before listening to what Mr. Weasley really had to say.

"Well a friend of mine, Burt Hummel. His son has been accepted to Hogwarts. Problem is they live in the states and it's impossible for Mr. Hummel to pay to move here when he has a company back home. So… Kurt Hummel will be staying here. Starting next week."

"Awesome!" Hugo said. "New quidditch partner."

Mr. Weasley laughed but then turned serious. "Well there's something about the boy you should all know." He turned toward his wife for help.

Hermione looked into Blaine's eyes. "He's gay."

All went quiet in the room as everyone turned their heads towards Blaine, and Mr. Potter squeezed his son's shoulder. Everyone jumped when there was a clattering of a fork. Rachel gaped at Blaine. "Wait, your…your gay?" She asked in slight confusion, tilting her head.

"Um," Blaine swallowed. "Yeah. I am. Everyone knows."

"Well I had no idea!"

Everything went silent again and Blaine rewound to third year when he came out in his head. His family was fine with it, and they act as if he's never changed. His Father is extremely supportive but everyone besides them and a couple people at Hogwarts were disappointed. The Chosen One's son? Gay? No one could believe it.

Until some guys came out after him, 'inspired' by his courage, when in reality, they just wanted to be able to say they made out with Harry Potter's son. They all left after that, and Blaine was torn by it, wanting a crush or someone that liked him for Blaine. Not…Potter's son.

Still, all eyes are on Blaine. Blaine looks back at his Aunt Hermione. "That's fine. I mean, it's not like we'll get together or anything." Everybody laughed and breathed a sigh of relief. The last thing they wanted was for Blaine to be uncomfortable.

"Well, c'mon, quidditch before your mother and I leave tomorrow." Mr. Potter said and raced the boys out to the back yard.

Blaine smiled. This summer was a little different from previous ones. His Father was taking Mrs. Potter out to Rome, someplace his mother always wanted to go. Blaine didn't know why. So, he was staying the rest of his summer at his Aunt and Uncle's house. It's basically no difference, considering he's always there anyway. He would miss his parents, but almost a whole month with no 'Your Father' this and 'Your Father' that? Heaven!

Blaine straddled his broomstick. What was the date? Oh yeah, August 12. He couldn't wait for it to be September 1st.

I think I'm going back.