Hey Shane,
What's up? I'm fine, I have crazy new friends - one of them is called Kurt and he's super-crazy! Yesterday, he asked me and Mercedes (another friend) to play truth-or-dare, and my mission was... to kick the janitor's cat, Mrs. Norris' ass! I really wanted to do that, but I might spend the rest of my life in here by cleaning trophies in his office... not nice.
In our sorting, I went to Gryffindor - the best house ever! I like to be in here, but I hate potions and transfiguration because of the teachers - the potions teacher is evil, and the transfiguration teacher is annoying, but she's my house head, and she's kind of... I don't want to say that word.
By the way, did you know that Julian Larson-Armstrong is a wizard? I didn't. It definitely surprised me and I can't tell you how odd it was. Add it the senator's son, John Logan Wright III, you'll get a real, exist love story...
That letter is short because I have homework in herbology and charms, and I want to have ten O's in my OWL exams...
Miss you all guys,
Blaine.
"whatcha doin'?"
"Kurt... it's a letter to my brother."
"Is he nice? And what do you have against or about this mudblood, Larson?"
"I think so; he has nothing against magic so... he's kind of cool. And it's pretty oblivious you've never watched TV so you'll never know."
"Ten O's in your OWL exams? You know you get those in fifth-year and that it's impossible..."
"Yeah, I know. Too bad nobody have perfect grades."
"Guys? What are you doing?"
"Nothing, Merc. Just a letter by Blaine."
"Really?"
"Did we ever lie to you?"
"In these weeks we know each other? No."
"We are on our way to make herbology homework, right Kurt?"
"Fine, fine, I'm coming!" their homework was to write a summary about Mandrakes and the using of their roots and leaves. After a few, they thought they might try to Gryffindor's Quidditch team (they were able because of Dumbledore).
The triplet was out of the hospital wing, because Blaine had broken his hand.
"Guys, I think like something bad is just happening in your brains."
"No, only in mine."
"Kurt!"
"It's a joke – do you know what is it a joke?" after a boring flight class, Kurt and Blaine signed to the Quidditch tests – luckily, both of them passed.
"I think Reed is depressed…"
"So?"
"Reed is a friend; we won't leave him like that."
"Okay. It's your fault if he starts to talk and talk and talk and talk and…"
"Like you, no?"
"NO! Absolutely no!"
"Kurt…"
"What?"
"Hiya guys."
"What's wrong, Reed?"
"Is Shane fine?"
"Finer than Lionel Andres Messi."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, in a hundred percent sure."
"Okay, I might leave now. Bye."
"What was that?"
"Do you promise not to tell anybody that I told you guys that?"
"Yeah, I think we can…"
"Reed is in love with Shane. Since they actually met."
"Seriously?"
"Never been so sure in something since that time Shane read to me 'Mathilda' and replaced Ms. Honey and the headmistress."
"Okay… what happened then?" that memory hit Blaine like a flashback:
Blaine, a nine-years-old boy, had finished his day at school.
"You think you're sure about that?"
"Never been so sure in something, Reed. Never been."
"But you said your brother is there, and I don't know him. I don't know if he'll like me."
"Reed, why not? He's just like me, I mean – he likes the same thing we do, and he does everything that won't hurt us."
"But why is he at home?"
"I think fever or something…"
"Aw." They walked in Britain's hard rain, in middle of December, and finally got to Blaine's house. Blaine just shouted "HEY SHANE! GET DOWN AND OPEN THE DOOR, YE BIG- " he didn't finish his line and a taller version of Blaine opened the door. Blaine walked in, but Reed left outside with an 'O' mouth.
"Reed? Reed Van Kamp? If you're alive, walk inside and don't let this rain drop you like a leaf in middle October."
"W- What? Aw, I'm so sorry; I may just have a… daydream."
"Reed, oh Reed, what should I do with you?"
"I thing, dump me to the trashcan?"
"Only Karofsky do that, please."
"I don't think so."
"Does anybody want to drink or something?"
in the summer before Hogwarts, Blaine and Reed had a sleep-over while Shane had to do the class-night in the Anderson's household.
"And if he'll play in that spin the bottle and he'll must to kiss a girl and will fall in love and have a girlfriend and…"
"Reed, I might be the only one that know you have a crush on him. Now just shut up and look." The bottle Shane spinned landed on a girl called Miranda, and they kissed.
"Tell me when it's over."
"Reed, Shane is smarter than you think; he won't fall in love with a girl who just had her first dental bridge and earrings. Saying earrings from her best friend that made out with her last year."
"You must just being kidding."
"I'm not; Shane told me their substitute gave them medical marijuana that day and that Miranda and Kelly, that girl, tried. They made out in the middle of math class, right after they took this."
"OMG I don't think I'd like to kiss him after that."
"Reed, shut up- now!"
"You're not kidding. Don't you?"
"No, I'm telling the truth, all the truth and only the truth."
"Don't go to the high court ever again."
"I'll try not to."
"Okay." The day passed great, Prop. Longbottom, the herbology teacher, got them a bottle of Butterbeer from "the three broomsticks" and made them swear they won't show this to McGonagall (if does, she'll get mad and try to kill him), they sent a letter to Burt about their Quidditch tests, and about classes, when the curfew came and the Butterbeer finished, and after they finally went asleep, Kurt cried and swore himself that in the day Blaine will find out he's in love with him, Kurt will forget about him – once and forever.