A/N: Thank you so much for your reviews :) They mean a lot.
Okay, for those of you who are fans of Darren Criss and know about his previous debut in "A Very Potter Musical", will understand this particular chapter. It visits some of his Potter days :)
Enjoy!
Chapter Rating: Teen for language
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee.
Potterhead:
Blaine yawned, leaning back and propping his head behind his extended elbows. "Which book do you want me to read?" Kurt asked, running his finger over the display of novels lined up in his book shelf. "We've got How to Kill a Mockingjay, Romeo and Juliet, Little Women, The Secret Garden, Anne of Green Gables, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone-"
"That one!" Blaine suddenly exclaimed. "Harry Potter!"
Kurt wrinkled his nose as he gingerly pulled out the immaculant copy and climbed into bed beside his boyfriend. Blaine turned down the light from the lamp, setting it at a low, and hunkered down beneath the satin sheets. He stared up expectantly up at Kurt, whom was opening the book to page one.
It was late on a Saturday night and the two boys had just gotten back from a rambunctius dinner at Breakstix with the rest of the Glee club. They had been so tired that Blaine suggested they read to eachother during a snuggle fest. After a somewhat entertaining shower, they had dressed in their matching flanel pajamas and climbed into bed.
"Why Harry Potter?" Kurt wanted to know, tone gentle as he caressed the stubbly jawline of his lover.
Blaine's hazel eyes were screwed shut in pleasure and exhaustion. "Mmmm...I like it...Less talk, more reading..."
Kurt chuckled before he began to read in that high-pitched soprano Blaine would die for. Just as Kurt reached the part in which Hagrid arrived at the house to announce Harry's 'wizard-status', Blaine inturrupted him.
"I just love Harry Potter. He's so..." Blaine muttered, eyes still shut and his voice slurred.
"Quirky?" offered Kurt with a coy grin.
"I was going to say courageous," Blaine said. Kurt laughed and brushed aside the stray, still damp, curls plastered to his forehead.
"God, you're handsome. You're like my Harry Potter. Strong, courageous, amazing...The Chosen One for me," he murmured, face shining with adoration and undying affection.
Blaine's eyes fluttered open at this comment. "But I'm sexier, right?" he joked. "You're like my Ginny..."
"Ginny?" snapped Kurt, recoiling in offension. "She's a girl."
Blaine sat up sleepily. "I didn't say you were feminine. What I meant was that you're beautiful, cunning, smart and suave. You're my prince charming, my everything, Kurt Hummel."
Kurt was blushing now, his face like a tomato against the dim backdrop. "Thanks. I love you."
"I love you, too. Now read." Blaine resumed his cozy position in the crook of Kurt's slender waist, wrapping his arms around his solid build.
Kurt rolled his eyes, yet continued to make the words on the page come to life. An hour passed when Kurt finally realized his boyfriend was snoring softly into his chest. With a distant, vague smirk, he marked the page they were on, flicked off the light and curled up next to Blaine.
Blaine released a content sigh, shifting closer. Kurt pecked his forehead. "I love you, my Harry Potter."
A/N: It wasn't too cheesy, was it? Thanks, guys :)
Love,
Lexi
