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.
"Kurt Hummel!"
Both Blaine and Kurt looked up at the sound of the loud high pitched tones that were now echoing off the compartment's walls. A very angry blonde stalked into the compartment, and Blaine immediately realized she was Quinn Fabray, thanks to the light glinting off of her golden 'Head Girl' badge.
"Yes Quinn?" Kurt asked, sounding slightly tired. Blaine watched in interest as the blonde Slytherin glared at him, crossing her arms over her chest, and tapping her foot impatiently. She was clearly upset, though Blaine was curious as to what Kurt had done to make her this agitated.
"You switched with Berry! Rachel fucking Berry, the girl who has been trying to steal Finn since we were First Years and he gave me a dandelion!"
Blaine arched his brow. So the Head Girl, the current leader of the school was upset about…boyfriend drama? And dandelions? And she was supposed to lead with Noah 'Badass' Puckerman? Oh god, the school was screwed.
"Yes Quinn, astute observation. You know, it's this kind of perceptiveness that you have that obviously gave you the badge." But it seemed that Quinn Fabray was far too used to Kurt's sarcasm to be deterred by it. The brunette sighed.
"I did switch with Berry. She came up and asked me to do it. She presented her reasons, which were selfish, flawed, and shallow. But she also provided some benefits for me, and I've never displayed an interest in being a Prefect before, so I wasn't about to start then."
"What benefits could she possibly provide for you Kurt?" Quinn snapped, clearly upset. Blaine had to admit, this whole conversation was quite interesting and amusing. Were all conversations with Kurt Hummel this way? "I'm Head Girl, surely I can do better than Berry!"
"Quinn, I'm not looking for an extended curfew or special privileges. If I hadn't switched with Berry, then I would have had to spend even more time losing precious brain cells by spending time with Finn, and then listening to her nag me for the rest of the year. Eventually I would have either given in to her or killed her, and it is my goal to graduate without shackles, and with as many brain cells as I can possibly retain at this school wrought with petty drama."
Blaine wondered if Kurt read a thesaurus before he went to bed. That would explain a lot. Or maybe he was just one of those old fashioned types of purebloods who learned eloquence in etiquette class, or something of the sort. Though he didn't dare voice the archetype aloud, Blaine decided that it would certainly explain a lot.
The blonde Head Girl huffed, clearly angry that her boyfriend would be in cahoots with a girl so obviously in love with him, but she truly could not hold it against Kurt. After all, he seemed to have a reputation for being uncaring. She could hardly blame him for something she'd known about him for years.
"Well, happy birthday anyways." She grumbled, handing him a bundle wrapped in shiny wrapping paper. Blaine watched as Kurt carefully pulled back the wrapping paper, making sure not to tear it. He pulled out a set of shimmery blue robes that seemed almost green in some places, and grey in others, depending on where the light hit them. As Kurt looked up at Quinn, Blaine noticed that the robes matched his eyes perfectly.
"Just so you know it was an absolute bitch finding a color that matched your eyes in silk. I know it's your favorite material." Kurt stood, and hugged her. Blaine was surprised, seeing Kurt perform such an affectionate act, but then he realized that it had been a very kind thing for Quinn to do. It was normal for people to dole out hugs for acts of love.
"Thanks Q. I love them. It's so hard to find anyone who understands the concept of fashion nowadays." It was almost scary how easily Kurt could slip from being cool and sarcastic to warm and kind. It was almost as if he had forgotten that Blaine was in the room, and he felt like he could be his true self around Quinn.
"So what did Santana get you?" Kurt smirked, and held up a small glass ball. Blaine didn't know what it was, but it seemed that Quinn was quite familiar with the gift.
"She got you a Rememberall? Is she serious?"
Kurt shook his head with a smirk. "Come on Q, you know she always gets me a gag gift and a coupon for the Three Breadstix that she always ends up taking so she can spend time with Brittany." Quinn rolled her eyes, but Kurt seemed to redeem Santana. "She keeps me sane Q, and you know it. Not every friend has to get me blue silk robes imported from the Middle East."
Quinn's jaw dropped, and she shook her blonde curls. "I honestly don't know how you do that. I swear, you take a passion for fashion to a new level." Kurt smirked at her in reply.
"Making up for all the fashionably deficient in the world, one outfit at a time."
Was that a joke? A genuine, non sarcastic joke coming from Kurt Hummel's mouth? He certainly was turning into an interesting package to unwrap. Not that Blaine's thoughts were straying there! Good god no!
Though he was quite easy on the eyes.
"Well, I'd better get ready for the meeting." Quinn said, and sighed. "Why did McGonagall even assign me to Head Girl? Everyone knows that Berry wanted it. I wasn't even a Prefect, she should have picked Santana!"
"Yeah how did that happen?" Kurt asked, seeming genuinely curious. "That Santana was picked as Prefect over you, back in fifth year. Not that I'm complaining, because you can have a really stick up your arse at times, but I always wondered."
Quinn shrugged miserably. "Beats me."
Suddenly, the once quiet compartment was filled with loud chatter, as Rachel Berry and Finn Hudson came into the small carriage, Rachel bounding with joy, and Finn lumbering behind. Blaine bit his lip, and quickly buried his face inside his book, not wanting to get caught in a conversation with Rachel. He heard Kurt groan, and when he peeked up, he saw that the brunette was doing the same thing he was.
"Finn!"
Kurt rolled his eyes, as he heard Quinn's faked happiness, and the sound of two people undeniably kissing. He heard Berry make a small sound of discontent, which he ignored. Though he wasn't one to ever help with relationship drama, Quinn was one of his closest friends, and Finn, his stepbrother, was happy with her. He didn't particularly want anyone messing up that relationship dynamic.
"So Blaine, how is working with Kurt?"
Kurt's blue eyes peered up from his book, and he watched as Rachel Berry attempted to engage Blaine in some sort of conversation. The male Gryffindor Prefect didn't seem to be biting though. "We haven't really started working together yet Rachel."
Hmm. Kurt definitely hadn't given Blaine enough credit, if he was already on his way to dissuading a conversation with Rachel Berry.
But she was a persistent little Gryffindor.
"Well surely you must have talked by now!"
Blaine sighed, and his eyes met Kurt's for a brief moment. "Yeah. We talked. I'll be patrolling with him today on the train."
Rachel rose her eyebrow. "That's it? He didn't insult you in the conversation? That doesn't really sound like Kurt Hummel."
And now Kurt had heard enough.
"I'm sorry Berry, I didn't realize you were an expert on all things Hummel. In fact, I'm under the impression that you only talk to me when you want something. In fact, I dare say that I, Quinn, Santana, or hell, even Finn, know me better than you do. I only insult people when they say something foolish enough to be insulted."
Rachel frowned, and Quinn snickered behind her hand. Blaine raised her eyebrow. Rather petty for the Head Girl, wasn't she? Speaking of Heads though.
"'Sup mah bitches, the Puckasaurus is here!"
This time, Kurt didn't bother trying to disguise his groan. Noah Puckerman lived under the belief that he was God's gift to women, and gay men alike. He had proven that he was fluid with his sexuality, and had made failed attempts at hitting on Kurt more than once. But he had also been tossing jinxes at him until the previous year, so Kurt really didn't appreciate it.
"What do you want Puckerman?" Quinn snapped from her position on Finn's lap. Kurt noted almost immediately that Puckerman's eyes hardened at the sight, and he seemed to glare at Finn almost, his supposed best friend. That certainly was something interesting. Kurt always had said there was plenty of unresolved sexual tension behind Quinn and Noah's relationship. He had, more than once, heard McGonagall mutter something about James and Lily Potter, as if comparing their relationship to Quinn and Noah's. It was definitely an interesting bit of gossip.
"I'm Head Boy now Quinnie Bear, didn't you know?"
Quinn's pretty brown eyes narrowed, and her face quickly contorted into a mask of disgust. "You're what?" She shrieked, jumping to her feet, and staring at Noah in shock. Her gaze quickly transferred to the other members of the compartment. "Did you all know about this?"
Instantly it was as if everyone lost their coherency and abilities to function as human beings. Blaine's eyes immediately snapped back down to his book, while Rachel began admiring the slight variation of the compartment's décor, in comparison to the other carriages. Finn began mumbling something, while Kurt rolled his eyes and nodded.
"Yes. I heard it from Finn this summer. I assumed you already knew, otherwise I would have told you."
Quinn returned her glare to the blue eyed boy once more, who met her gaze steadily.
"If I had known, you would have heard me all the way in Africa." She said frostily, and Kurt inclined his head towards her in acknowledgement.
"Touche. I apologize for not letting you know. But really, I don't think it would have made much of a difference. None of us can change McGonagall's mind, and to be honest, I'm really glad I didn't have to spend my last week of summer listening to you complain about how you have to work alongside an ignorant buffoon."
"Hey!" Noah cried from his position in the threshold of the carriage. "I'm right here!"
"And?" Kurt asked with a raised eyebrow. "You've never made any effort to be polite or courteous to me whilst in my presence, so I didn't assume you expected me to do so. I chose to be the bigger person when I want to be, but I'm already better than you, so I won't waste my breath with manners that are undeserved. Besides, I speak the truth, and am quoting Quinn."
Blaine held back a snicker. He had always thought that Noah Puckerman was a little too full of himself, and it was nice seeing the stunned Head Boy knocked down a few pegs by the interesting and snippy Slytherin Prefect.
"Fine, you know, whatever. I don't want to deal with you now Hummel. But you'll have to answer to me now, I'm Head Boy this year." He puffed out his chest in pride, and Kurt rolled his eyes.
"You haven't been a Prefect before, so I'll try explaining this to you. I don't care about being a Prefect, I don't give a damn about losing my badge. Therefore I have no problem ignoring any orders I deem ridiculous or inconsequential. Besides, as I'll remind you, Quinn is also a Head, and she is quite fond of me, in all modesty. And she hates you. So if you're looking to threaten me, stick to your silly spells. They'll do far greater damage. If you cause me to break a nail, now that would be a threat."
Rachel cleared her throat, and the members of the compartment turned to look at her.
"Um, while this conversation is most definitely interesting and enlightening, we have company." She gestured to the other Prefects gathered outside the door. "Quinn, Noah, shouldn't you start the meeting?"
The two Heads exchanged a glare, and then a sigh.
This was going to be a long year.