Title: Dark Side Of The Moon
Rating: PG-13: The rating will most certainly go up at some point in the story, but for now it is PG-13.
Warnings: Dark themes, swearing, and violence
Spoilers: None
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine, Santana/Brittany, unrequited Rachel/Finn
Word Count: 2,400
Summary: At Hogwarts, Kurt and Blaine, two wizards with dark secrets begin to discover something dark brewing in the Wizarding World. They and their friends will be forced to question the differences of good and evil, and at times, even themselves. Glee/Hogwarts.
A/N: Am I writing two other stories already? Yes I am. Is this story going to be 100 chapters with a full blown sequel? Yes it is. Is there going to be any sex in this story? No there is not. Am I absolutely insane for taking this on? You know it.
XxXx
"Hummel!"
Kurt groaned. Hearing his name uttered by Rachel Berry was never a good thing. She was usually trying to get something, and Kurt really wasn't in the mood for it. Hell, he had just arrived at the platform! He hardly had any time to readjust to being in school, he did not need Berry ordering him about.
"As I'm sure you already know by now, Puckerman somehow made Head Boy."
"Obviously." Kurt drawled. "That's the best gossip the rumor has come up with in a whole twenty four hours. But I knew in July. The price of living with Finn is putting up with his moronic friends." He inwardly groaned, instantly regretting uttering Finn's name, as Berry's eyes simply glazed over at the mention of her on again, off again boyfriend.
"Yes, well, that means we have a new Gryffindor Prefect. Blaine Anderson, do you know him?" Kurt frowned. Did Rachel not know him at all? He was rather offended. He made his indignation known by sniffing haughtily.
"Of course I know Berry. I make it my business to know of everyone in the castle, if not know them personally. Blaine Anderson, quiet fellow, Quidditch follower, rarely seen with anyone other than Wes and David. Am I correct?"
Rachel frowned at Kurt.
"Don't do that, it's freaky." She complained, crossing her arms over her virtually flat chest. Kurt rolled his eyes.
"I'm sorry, I'll try to turn off my brain and my memory so I can cater to your every whim. Dumbledore knows that I only live to serve you fair maiden. Seriously Berry, get to the point. What is it that you need me to do that regards Anderson?"
The small brunette let out an annoyed huff, one which Kurt ignored. He was not on fantastic terms with Rachel Barbra Berry. He respected that she had talent, but she always seemed too full of herself for him. She prided herself on her two gay, Muggle fathers, and often seemed to look down on Kurt. She very much agreed with the old school prejudices of the rivalries between Gryffindor and Slytherin, though that may have simply been because she hated Santana Lopez and Quinn Fabray.
"I need you to train him."
Kurt arched his eyebrow.
"I was under the impression that it was your job to train him. He is your partner after all, and he'll be working with you for the rest of the year. I suggest you get to know him."
With that Kurt turned and began to walk off, but Rachel grabbed his arm, and began jogging along next to him, her long legs-exceptionally long for such a tiny person-working quickly to keep up with the tall lanky boy who wanted to be as far away from the bossy diva as humanely possible.
"Wait! Kurt, wait! I can't train Blaine! I want to be Finn's partner!"
Kurt arched an eyebrow at her once more. Of course. It all boiled down to Finn once again. She really needed to choose different ulterior motives.
"Rachel, Finn is dating Quinn. And he's the Hufflepuff Prefect, Brittany is his partner."
Kurt turned around once more and attempted to walk away, but Rachel Berry was a persistent little bugger. Merlin only knew what she would do if she were actually in a sticky situation in her life.
"I know that, but Santana switched with Finn so she could be with Brittany! So that means Finn is with you, and you two are stepbrothers, you get to see him enough as it is! Come on Kurt, just switch with me, please!"
The brunette rolled his glasz colored eyes. While her words were true enough, he was quite sick of Finn by this time of the year, he did care for the tall buffoon, and he didn't want to throw him to the quite literal shark that was Rachel Berry-who seemed to have no respect for personal or relationship boundaries.
"I'll buy you Licorice Wands."
Kurt froze, and then groaned. Damn her. Damn that Rachel Berry, playing on his biggest weakness. His love for Licorice Wands was the worst kept secret Hogwarts had, along with Santana's sexuality and relationship with Brittany S. Pierce.
"What exactly is it you need me to do?"Kurt asked in exasperation. He had never trained anyone to be a Prefect before, he and Santana had become prefects together, and the older Slytherins had told them it would be easier for them to figure it out on their own.
"Well patrol the train with him, explain to him what Prefects do, show him where the meeting is. You know, Prefect stuff!"
Kurt rolled his eyes again. Really, for someone who was normally so eloquent, her grammar truly went out the window when it regarded Finn. And he had thought she had at least one redeeming quality. Apparently not.
"Fine Rachel, I'll train Anderson. But don't expect me to make nice with him."
Kurt was a naturally kind person. He was very caring and compassionate, but he had long ago learned to guard his heart, and when two of his three closest friends were girls just as reserved and guarded as he was, it tended to breed a reserved and slightly moody teenage boy. But Kurt had a few legitimate excuses for being the way he was.
Turning around, he left a squealing Rachel Berry behind. Kurt said hello to every student he passed, addressing them by name. Just because he was reserved, and hated by a few prejudiced students did not mean that his manners need fly out the window. He was a polite teenager, he would treat his fellow classmates with respect, whether or not the reciprocated his feelings of mutual politeness.
Tugging his trunk behind him, Kurt easily lifted it up and placed it on the train. He had worked out a little over the summer, so the manual lifting was far easier for him. Fiddling with the pocket watch his father had given him, Kurt boarded the train, and began to make his way to the Prefect's compartment.
He was unsure as to how he felt about this year's Heads. While he was proud of Quinn, and had no doubt in her abilities to lead, he knew that her relationship with Noah Puckerman was volatile at best, and absolutely lethal with a dash of catatonic at worst. One could only assume that this year would be a disaster in the making.
Walking into the compartment, Kurt was surprised to see it already occupied. A closer look at the gelled back hair, and Kurt quickly realized that it was his new tutee, none other than Blaine Anderson himself. Kurt noted immediately that Blaine seemed to have grown half an inch since his departure last June, though it did not bring him up to Kurt's height quite yet.
"Anderson." Kurt said by way of greeting, and the new Prefect's head snapped up, the wizard's deep hazel eyes meeting Kurt's brilliant blue ones. He had been bent over a book, reading the words intently. Kurt saw that it was an Ancient Runes book. Interesting. Not many people Kurt knew would spend their free time reading textbooks over the summer, unless they had forgotten their homework. And Kurt knew for a fact that no summer assignment had been given out for that class, Mercedes had spent a quarter of an hour gushing over the fact.
"Um, yeah?"
Kurt tried not to roll his eyes. Students were just so eloquent nowadays, really, it practically unnerved him how attuned their vocabularies truly were.
"Berry decided that she has better things to do with her mundane life, such as chasing down my stepbrother. Therefore I'll be training you in the ways of the Prefect."
Blaine blinked at him, looking more than a little foolish as he did so. "Wait, you're training me? B-but you're a Slytherin." Really, if he had been any more confused, Kurt would have worried that he was breaking his brain.
"Yes, and you are a Gryffindor. I'm also a pureblood, and gay, does that bother you?"
Blaine frowned and shook his head. He opened his mouth in an attempt to say something, but Kurt cut him off.
"Then if you can learn to let go of the small minded prejudices that have no doubt been drilled into your head, I am sure we will get along just fine. Slytherins are not all evil people with plots for world domination. Many Slytherins and former Slytherins fought on the wrong side during the Wizarding Wars, but I can't really be held reprehensible for what people did hundreds of years ago. Besides, right and wrong is a tricky subject to argue.
"Now if there won't be any more issues regarding my House. I'm Kurt Hummel. I've been a Prefect for three years now, without an idea why. Nor do I really have any clue what we're supposed to do, still to this day. Basically I've gathered that we walk around at night, and break up snogging couples. You can handle that, yeah?"
Blaine nodded silently, clearly stunned by the walking talking attitude that was Kurt Hummel. Many people were upon their first meeting.
Kurt nodded and sat down on the seat opposite to Blaine. "Well we'll be patrolling together in that case. Though with the amount of drama that goes on between couples and friends at this school is enough to spawn several muggle television shows, so more than likely we will occasionally switch. I have earned myself a reputation of being flexible, mainly because I simply do not care."
Through that virtual influx of words, Blaine seemed to have picked out only a few, and latched onto them, turning them over and examining them with something akin to confusion.
"Wait, you know what the telly is? But I thought you said that you're a pureblood?"
Kurt sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, as if attempting to ward off a headache.
"You see, this is what I mean about assumptions. They're dangerous. And so is ignorance. Anderson, I know you cannot seem to grasp the fact that not all purebloods are evil and out to kill muggleborns, but try to get this through your exceptionally gelled back head. I value knowledge. It would be foolish of me to disregard muggles, because of some old faded out prejudices that I do not share in the slightest. I am no fool. So yes, I know how the muggle television system works, as well as the telephone lines, you may be shocked to hear."
Blaine frowned. He got the feeling that he had been insulted, but he was only mildly offended. Kurt seemed like the person who would easily rip anyone a new one, if they so much as dared to speak to him.
Of course, Blaine's theory was immediately disproved as Santana Lopez, the school's vixen, and the worst kept closet case, sauntered into the room, his hips swaying saucily.
"Thanks for switching with me Hummel." She said breezily, and Kurt nodded curtly in response, pulling out a book from his satchel. "Sorry to pull that on you last minute. At least you weren't saddled with the Walking Mouth."
It took a few minutes for Blaine to figure out that she was referring to Rachel, the partner he was intended to have. While he wasn't a fan of the way Lopez talked about a fellow Gryffindor, he had to say that the nickname certainly was accurate enough.
"By the way, happy birthday."
Blaine watched as Lopez tossed Kurt a small parcel, and he caught it with amazing reflexes. It was then that Blaine recognized him. He was the Slytherin Seeker. No wonder he had seemed slightly familiar at first glance.
"Thank you Santana." Kurt said sincerely, and she nodded, walking out the door. Blaine stared at her as she left, mulling over their odd conversation, and was quickly broken out of his reverie by Kurt's snapping fingers.
"Hey!" He cried, glaring at the wide eyed Gryffindor. Though he and Santana were on cool terms at best in public, they had stuck with each other for seven years now. Kurt was defensive of her, and Santana threatened anyone and everyone with the rumored razors in her hair, if they decided to take out their prejudices on Kurt.
"That's one of my best mates, who is very happy with Brittany. She really doesn't need any ideas, so I'd appreciate it if you didn't stare at her arse when I'm in vicinity. Or really at all."
Blaine immediately flushed, and tried to simultaneously stammer out an apology, while saying that he hadn't been staring, but Kurt ignored him, opening the gift. Blaine was stunned to see a genuine smile, albeit small, tug at the corner of his lips, displaying his large dimples. It was really rather endearing.
"So, when was your birthday?" Blaine asked, trying for a stab at friendliness. But Kurt wasn't biting.
"Yesterday. Now neither of us are particularly pleased with this arrangement, or at least care in the slightest. So let's go back to reading our respective books, hmm?"
Blaine felt properly chastised and stopped talking, but he kept peeking up at Kurt as he read. Kurt was right. He hadn't really formed an opinion on the matter of being Kurt's partner, but now that he had met the Slytherin Prefect, he was intrigued.
This certainly was turning out to be an interesting year.