Klaine Week 2012: Day 2—Klaine AU

"Ten points from Gryffindor."

Bloody hell, Kurt thought, his forehead dropping onto his Defense Against the Dark Arts textbook. He felt a hand on his shoulder, and he frowned up at his brother. "Why does she hate me, Finn?"

The enormous fifth-year shrugged. "I don't think she hates you, mate. I think she just wants to break you, like she's broken every other student she's ever taught."

Kurt smiled gently at Finn. "Thanks." He glanced at his watch. Only twenty more minutes until the end of the double period and the start of lunch. The time passed relatively quickly, ending with Professor Sylvester assigning an essay to the Gryffindors but not to her own Slytherins. Kurt tossed his quill and parchment into his satchel uncharacteristically haphazardly and strode quickly from the room, hoping to avoid Rachel Berry's self-adoration for one afternoon.

Unfortunately, the tiny Slytherin caught up to him before he could make a beeline for the Gryffindor Tower. "Did you hear about the new kid?"

Kurt's brow furrowed. "New kid?" Mid-year transfers were nearly nonexistent. There hadn't been one at Hogwarts for several generations.

"Apparently he's American," Rachel said in her this-is-the-juiciest-gossip-of-all-time voice. "Some school like Dalton Wizarding Academy."

"Never heard of it."

"I have." Kurt and Rachel looked behind them to see Mike Chang, the Ravenclaw prefect, approaching with a grin. "I, unlike the vast majority of Hogwarts students—and teachers, I'm appalled to say—have read Wizarding Schools of the World by Hermione Granger. It's a fascinating study into—"

"Yes, fascinating." The scathing interruption came from Santana Lopez, who sauntered over while straightening her green and silver tie. "Let's go see this hunk of Americana before my fellow Slytherins and I eat him alive."

The band of fifth-years moved into the Great Hall, where hundreds of curious students had already gathered to gawk at the new addition to the school.

"I heard he got kicked out of his old school because he hexed a teacher!"

"I heard he's a first-year."

"I heard he swallowed a Shrinking Potion, and that's why he's so short."

"I heard he uses three bottles of Sleekeazy's Hair Potion every morning."

"I heard he got kicked out of his old school because he slept with a teacher."

"Shut up, Puckerman, just because you want up Professor Corcoran's skirt—"

"I heard he's a Gryffindor."

"No way, look at how tiny he is! And that hair! He's clearly a Hufflepuff."

"MOVE!"

At Santana's shout the crowd parted, and the group moved to their respective tables. As Kurt and Finn sat at the one all the way on the right, they saw him: the new kid.

He was short, and his obviously curly dark locks were far over-gelled, but he wasn't unattractive-au contraire, Kurt thought. His skin was delightfully tan, and under his new black robes subtle muscles rippled. His deep hazel eyes darted around the Gryffindor table, searching for a familiar face they knew they wouldn't find.

Until they fell on Kurt's.

When their eyes met, the only way to describe the moment was magic. The rest of the school, the scrape of plates, the squawk of owls, the chatter of Finn, it all fell away. Without realizing it, Kurt picked up his plate of steak and kidney pie and slid down the few feet that separated him from the new boy on the other side of the table.

Before Kurt could speak, the new kid smiled shyly and asked, "Can I ask you a question? I'm new here."

Kurt smiled in return. "I'm Kurt." He stuck his hand out.

The new kid grabbed it and shook it twice. "Blaine." Blaine dropped Kurt's hand and looked around, blushing. "So...this is Hogwarts."

"Not really a question," Kurt laughed lightly, "but yeah. I don't know how we compare to an American school, but—"

"Oh don't worry," Blaine murmured, catching Kurt's eye and biting his lip. "I think I'm going to like it here just fine."

Well there you have it! Day 2 of the first annual Klaine Week! I was originally just going to link to my WIP Hot for Teacher, but inspiration struck today while I was reading Harry Potter AU by skintightsocks. (I highly recommend that everyone read this because holy fuck it's hilarious.) I really want to finish this, but the last thing I need is another WIP on my plate. If you know me, you know I'm notoriously bad about keeping up with my WIPs. How long have you all been waiting for chapter two of The Moments We Remember? Three, four, five months?

HAPPY KLAINE WEEK ALL THE SAME!