So hi :) This started out as a oneshot but then everyone on Tumblr begged me to make it a WIP so...I have a new WIP.
Now, some of you may have seen the rating and been like 'Oh my god it's rated M.'
Yes. For future chapters. And for language.
As for the smut, I've never written it before. I've tried and started laughing hysterically and then quit. But I'm genuinly going to try, because I've just got this whole story planned in my head and...yes.
Enjoy :)
Blaine Anderson didn't understand why he had to switch schools. Honestly, he was perfectly fine at his Durmstrang. Sure, he didn't exactly fit in, but he was okay enough. And yeah, maybe he was picked on by the other boys. Maybe he was bullied a little.
But that didn't mean that he had to transfer schools.
His parents had decided though. He was going to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Durmstrang did their years differently than Hogwarts apparently, and, according to the Head Mistress, he was transferring into what was known as 'sixth year.' Luckily, Hogwarts hadn't started school for the year yet either.
However, Blaine also knew that it was unusual to transfer to Hogwarts period. Usually, after their first year, the student body never changed.
"Blaine," he heard his mother call. "Darling, you're going to miss the train if you take any longer."
Blaine sighed again and walked over to his owl, opening his cage door and sticking his arm out so his bird could hop on it.
Propping the window open, Blaine stroked the birds head once before holding his arm outside, the cool summer breeze prickling his arm. "Go on, Warble," he urged. "Go on to Hogwarts. It's a new home, yes, but I hear they have a nice owlry."
The bird pecked his nose gently before flying out the window.
Blaine turned around and grabbed his trunk's handle and walking out of his bedroom. He'd done this before, but this time was completely different – mainly because he wasn't going back to Durmstrang.
But if Blaine was to be completely truthful with himself, he wasn't going to miss it. It was more of the fact that he was comfortable with it. Yeah, there were a few boys who he could call his friends, but none who he was close enough with to even bother staying in contact.
So maybe this was for the best?
Well, he'd just have to wait and see.
"Coming, Mother," he called as he neared the stairs. "I just need to grab my books from the table and then we can go."
"Blaine, c'mon," she urged. "We really need to go."
Blaine trotted to the table and scooped his books up before shoving them into his trunk, making sure that his Hogwarts robes – which had been delivered to his house a few days ago – were easily accessible.
He found his mother on the front porch of their house, her purse on the ground next to her.
"Your purse is the Portkey again?" He asked her with a chuckle. She patted his hair fondly before nodding.
Blaine stretched his hand out and gripped the handle of the purse, and once his mother had done the same he felt the world spinning around him and all forces acting against him as if screaming that this was against everything the world had previously been taught.
And then he was sprawled out on the ground, his trunk resting awkwardly against his leg.
Groaning, he slowly stood up, balancing himself against a nearby pillar for a moment to make the world stop spinning.
"You alright, Blaine-dear?" His mother asked.
Blaine nodded and picked his trunk back up, walking over to where she was standing. "Where do we go?" He asked her.
She glanced at the piece of paper in her hands before crinkling her forehead a little. "It says Platform Nine and Three-Quarters," she told him. "But there doesn't seem to be any of that name around here."
Blaine glanced around and, true to his mother's word, there wasn't a Platform Nine and Three-Quarters to be found.
"Maybe we could ask someone," he suggested.
His mother shook her head and clucked her tongue at him. "These are all Muggles," she said, her voice dropping a little, "They wouldn't know anything about the platform."
"Right."
Looking around again, Blaine noticed some other students with trollies heading in the same direction.
"C'mon," he said quickly, ushering for his mother. "We're following them."
Blaine followed the students, watching in confusion as they neared a pillar.
"Are they – "
Blaine was about to ask if they were going to move, but he abruptly found his answer when they started running.
"What are they doing?" He asked, his eyes wide as he watched them run full force into the brick.
And then they vanished.
"Merlin," he whispered, shaking his head fondly as he started walking towards the pillar again. "I love magic."
"Blaine," his mother said once they neared the pillar. "Blaine-dear I – I really need to get to work."
Blaine turned around and bit his lip, turning his gaze down towards his shoes.
"I'm sorry," she continued once she took in his expression. "But –"
"No, it's fine," he told her, putting on a fake smile. "I'll be okay."
"If you're sure."
Blaine nodded and set his trunk down before wrapping his arms around his mother. "I'll write you," he said once he released her.
She nodded and patted his head again. "Be safe," she told him. "Have fun. Study hard."
"Of course."
She gave him another soft smile before turning and walking in the direction they came.
Taking a shaky breath, Blaine turned back towards the pillar. Glancing around, he spotted a trolley and fetched it, placing his trunk and owl cage on it precariously.
C'mon, Anderson, he thought as he prepared himself for running into a pillar, something which could probably classify him as insane. It's magic. You can do it. He took a deep breath before starting into a sprint, closing his eyes just as he should have hit the pillar.
Except he didn't. Of course he didn't.
There were people everywhere – students and parents and siblings, trunks upon trunks and cages with owls and rats and cats.
Some of the students were already in their robes, making Blaine feel even more self-conscious than he already was. He didn't want to be placed as a misfit before he even got to the school.
The whistle of the train blew, causing a few of the girls to squeal and hug their parents before rushing off towards the train. Guessing that it was time to board, Blaine lifted his things off of the trolley and started to make his way to the line that was forming as students began to load onto the train.
Swallowing the lump that had formed in his throat, Blaine couldn't quite grasp how different all of this was from Durmstrang. There, the students just dwindled into the school whenever they pleased for the first week. No one chatted, no one gossiped or giggled. It was all very uniform and stiff.
Maybe Blaine would actually enjoy it here.
"Well you don't look like a first year."
Blaine spun around, his eyes widening at the sudden voice in his ear. A short Asian boy stood behind him with his arms crossed, the African-American next to him snorting a little.
"It's not every day we get transfers," the Asian said. "From where do you come, new kid?"
Blaine gulped again. "Durmstrang."
The African-American whistled. "Damn," he said. "I don't know why you'd transfer here when you went to there. Most of us guys would kill to go there."
Blaine shrugged and turned back around as the line started to move again. "It's not all it's cracked up to be."
"Well," the Asian replied after a moment. "I'm Wes, and this is David."
Blaine nodded at them and shook their outstretched hands. "Blaine Anderson," he told them.
They nodded and grinned at him. "We're sixth year Ravenclaws," Wes told him. "I'm guessing you haven't been sorted yet?"
"Err, no," Blaine replied, even though he really had no clue what he was talking about. "I'm guessing when I get there?"
"Prob'ly," David told him. "But, like we said, it's rare for transfers to come."
"So I've been told."
The three of them fell silent for a moment, even though Blaine could feel their eyes on the back of his head.
"Well, mate," Wes said after a moment. "There's plenty of young witches that'll catch your eye, I'm sure."
Ah, there it was. Blaine had been wondering how long it would take for his sexuality to come up.
"Wrong team, actually," he replied smoothly. And really, he knew that no one here would make fun of him for being gay. It was part of Headmistress McGonagall's promise to his mother when they'd been signing papers for the transfer and whatnot.
"Ah," Wes nodded, a grin on his face. "Another one we can play matchmaker for."
But that, Blaine definitely wasn't expecting.
"Um – what?" He asked, all of his suave leaving him. This was just something so foreign to him.
"Well, we're kind of take pride in our setting up of gay couples," David replied. "I mean, we've got Nick and Jeff who have been together since third year, and –"
"I'm not the only one?" Blaine asked, his eyes wide.
"No," Wes shook his head, chuckling. "There's quite a few, actually."
Blaine was starting to love this new school more and more, and he hadn't even arrived yet.
"Well, c'mon," Wes said as they boarded the train before Blaine. "You'll want to get a seat with us so you don't get stuck with someone who's not as nice as us."
Blaine panicked for a moment, but Wes chuckled and did a fist punch with David, causing Blaine's racing heart to calm again.
He followed the two into an empty compartment, setting his trunk under his seat and sitting across from them.
The students continued to board the train for another twenty minutes, everyone getting settled in compartments, the train quickly filling up with chatter and laughter.
The whistle blew again, everyone settling down. Blaine assumed that they were due to leave soon.
"Wonder if Hummel will miss the train again this year," Wes snickered to David. "That'd be three years in a row."
"I think he does it on purpose," David replied, chuckling.
Blaine looked at them in confusion. He was going to have to get used to the fact that everyone already knew everyone, while he was completely new in an acquainted environment.
"We'll explain everything to you once we're actually at Hogwarts," Wes told Blaine. "Trust me, it'll take a lot longer than a train ride to get you caught up."
Blaine nodded and looked down at his hands in his lap, not sure how to continue on the conversation.
"Fuck, there aren't any damn seats available."
Blaine's eyes widened in alarm at the voice coming from the corridor of the train. That voice didn't have a British accent – no, it was definitely American. He looked at Wes and David questioningly. The two looked between each other and then at the empty seat next to Blaine.
"Watch out," Wes warned him, his voice low and quiet. "You're about to meet Kurt Hummel."
The door to their compartment slammed open, a blur of a boy rushing in and plopping himself on the seat next to Blaine.
"I'm sitting here," he announced after he had already sat down.
"Yes, you can sit there," David replied sarcastically. "Go ahead. Thanks for asking."
"Oh, shove it."
Blaine glanced over at the boy, and he resisted the urge to let his jaw drop to the ground.
He was already dressed in is robes, a green and silver scarf hanging from his neck. He had light brown hair and rosy cheeks, his big, bright, blue eyes shining several different colors all at once. Blaine thought that his appearance certainly didn't match his attitude – or at least what he'd seen of it so far.
"Who are you?" The boy asked abruptly, his eyes narrowing at Blaine. "I haven't seen you before."
Blaine cleared his throat and held out his hand. "Blaine Anderson," he replied smoothly, his voice not sounding as nervous as his insides were. "I'm in sixth year, apparently."
Kurt grunted and glared at his hand. Blaine quickly lowered it, feeling himself blushing a little from embarrassment. He saw Wes and David exchange nervous glances with each other.
"So, Blaine Anderson," Kurt said as he reclined against the window, his feet propped up on the seat. "I'm guessing you used to go to Durmstrang. And that something or another happened and now you're here."
Blaine's mouth did open that time, no words coming out.
"You're going to be put in Ravenclaw," Kurt went on. "Straight A student, gets the highest marks on everything, easy on the eyes, and one-hundred percent gay."
Blaine's mouth stayed open, maybe even getting a little wider if that was possible.
"Oh come on," Kurt said, rolling his eyes. "It's totally obvious. Or maybe I have exceptional gaydar."
"You shouldn't really be talking, Hummel," David sneered at him. "Last I checked, you were pretty gay yourself, too."
"Last you checked?" Kurt raised an eyebrow at him. "Oh, I didn't know you played that way."
David groaned and rolled his eyes, focusing his eyes out the window.
"All a bunch of pricks you are," Kurt said, suddenly having a British accent. "Honestly, you'd think you Ravenclaws would change eventually."
Blaine was honestly dumbstruck. He didn't know what to say to this boy – this beautiful boy who was sitting in front of him, the one with the same eyes that spoke wonders and the extremely blunt and crude personality.
"Well, Anderson," Kurt went on after a moment, his temporary British accent having vanished. He reclined further against the window, tilting his head back and closing his eyes. "If you ever need a good fuck, let me know."
Blaine's eyes widened again as he glanced at Wes and David in disbelief. Their expressions were similar to Blaine's, their eyes shocked and their mouths slightly agape.
"Don't look like you just shit yourself," Kurt scoffed, not opening his eyes. "Like I said, you're not bad on the eyes."
Wes shook his head in disbelief as David let out a long breath.
Blaine was pretty sure his eyes were going to stay in their widened state for the rest of the ride.
Blaine must have dozed off, because the next thing he knew Wes was shaking his arm gently. He blinked several times, his eyes adjusting to the light as he looked around him.
"We're here," Wes told him. "You'll want to put your robes on quickly."
Blaine nodded and got his trunk out, fishing his robes out and putting them over his clothes. He noted that Kurt wasn't in the compartment any more, but that was more of a relief than anything else.
"Sorry about Hummel," Wes told him as they walked off of the train. "He's kind of rough on the outside."
Blaine snorted. "That's kind of an understatement."
The three of them continued walking towards a set of carriages, Blaine noting that what he assumed were the first years were going in a different direction.
"Well, hop in," David said as he got into a carriage. Blaine did so, his eyes scrunching as it started to move.
"Can you see them?" Wes asked.
"See what?"
Wes chuckled. "They're Thestrals," Wes replied, gesturing to the apparently empty space in the front of the carriage. "I'm guessing they didn't teach you about them at Durmstrang."
Blaine shook his head, watching in astonishment as the carriages moved. Blaine thought he would have been used to magic by now, but everything about this school was making him question everything he'd ever been told about magic.
"You can only see them if you've seen someone die," David explained.
"Well then, I guess it's no wonder I can't see them," Blaine replied with a small chuckle. "I haven't exactly watched someone die."
The three rode in silence the rest of the way, Blaine's eyes widening once again as the castle came into view.
"Merlin," he breathed.
The two boys didn't respond, Blaine thanking them for just letting him have this moment. He'd honestly never seen anything like it before. It was just – Blaine didn't even have words.
Once the carriages were stopped outside the school, they hopped out and grabbed their trunks.
"Headmistress McGonagall is waiting for you," Wes said, gesturing to an elderly woman near the entrance of the school. "She'll get you sorted."
Blaine nodded and headed towards the woman, a small smile on his face.
"Blaine Anderson?" She asked once he was close enough. He nodded. "Come with me. We'll get you sorted into a house so you can get situated."
Blaine nodded again and followed the woman into the school.
And if Blaine thought the outside of the school was immaculate, it was nothing compared to the interior. He saw the paintings looking at him curiously, the staircases moving and the whole building just looking alive.
He followed the Professor up a spiral set of stairs, missing the password she said in order to reveal them.
"Alright, sit there," she said, pointing to a chair. She reached over to her desk and grabbed a rugged looking hat before gently placing it on his head.
Ah, yes, a nice bed of hair, I see. That's always pleasant, the hat said. It was a strange feeling – like that hat was inside of his head rather than resting on top of it. And smart – very smart. A little timid, but determined nonetheless. You're desire for knowledge is uncanny, more than I've seen in any student for a few years now.
Blaine gulped, but the hat continued talking. He didn't know if the hat was supposed to take this long, or if it was even supposed to talk at all.
Ah, but you're from Durmstrang, the hat went on. But you ran? To save yourself, I can see. You weren't safe there. You made a wise choice.
And then the hat fell silent for a few moments.
RAVENCLAW.
It still sounded like the hat was in his head, but Professor McGonagall must have heard it, since she took the hat off and smiled at him. She flicked her want once, and Blaine looked down to see a blue tie had been placed around his neck and a matching crest attached to his robes.
"Welcome to Hogwarts," she smiled.
Blaine smiled back at her, unable to tear his eyes away from the small crest on the chest of his robes. A small eagle was stitched on it, the blue backdrop making the bird stick out even more.
"Professor Flitwick will introduce you to your Prefects tomorrow," she told him. "And then they'll show you around from there."
Blaine nodded and she led him down to what she had told him was the Great Hall.
He sighed in contentment as he looked around. This was his new home.
So? I've read a few Hogwarts Klaine fics and I tried to make mine different from all the other ones...I hope I succeeded? *crosses fingers* I'm a little rusty on the British lingo and Harrry Potter-isms so if anything's wrong let me know :)
Disclaimer: Hogwarts and all other related concepts belong to the amazing J.K. Rowling, who I am not and who I will never claim to be. And Glee belongs to Ryan Murphy.
Edit: I knew that Ravelclaw was an eagle...momentary lapse of memory, I suppose. Well it's changed now so... :)
Review please? Is it even worth continuing?
