Blaine sat studying in his usual corner of the Library. He had taken to preparing for tests and exams here as Lily and Roxy discussed pretty much everything they were doing as they studied or did their homework. Hugo, who was the designated proof-reader, would still sit with them. How he could stand the noise was beyond Blaine.
He was about to carry on reading about Freshening Ferns when he heard the sound of someone clearing their throat from the end of the row of books he was sitting in front of. Blaine jumped, spattering ink across his parchment and relaxed slightly when he saw it was Kurt, though his heart still hammered.
"It's almost curfew," said Kurt with a small smirk. He was wearing his usual form-fitting robes in an extremely flattering shade of navy.
"Head-boy doesn't have a curfew - you should know that," said Blaine, swallowing self-consciously.
"Well aren't you the cocky one?" said Kurt, smirk intensifying as he took a step closer to Blaine, whose palms had started sweating at the unfortunate choice of words. "But you're right, of course. So does this mean you're going to be here for a while still?"
"Probably," said Blaine, wondering what was happening. His heart beat furiously at his Adam's apple.
"In that case, how about a little extra homework?" the Charms teacher asked, subconsciously licking his lower lip in a way that signalled a million inappropriate thoughts in Blaine's mind. He was pretty sure that Kurt was flirting, so he dug deep to find the courage to return the favour.
"It depends on what you had in mind, Professor," he said, arching a prominent eyebrow hoping that he sounded a lot more confident than he felt.
Kurt took another step closer, completely closing the space between them. Blaine stared up at him desperately trying to maintain his composure, but found it harder now that he could feel Kurt's racing pulse against his knees. Silently he wondered how his cheeks could feel as though they were burning when he could feel blood rushing in the opposite direction, creating an embarrassing bulge in his school slacks. This wasn't helped when Kurt, noticing Blaine's predicament, knelt down on his chair with a leg on either side of the shorter man's hips, straddling him. He leaned forward and Blaine shivered as he felt his breath ghost across his neck.
"I would really like to know," he whispered, planting a small but incredibly sexy kiss on the skin just below his ear, causing Blaine to whimper, "if you've earned the title of 'Head-Boy'."
Blaine was about to attempt a sexy but witty retort when –
"BLAAAAAAAAINERRRRRRRS!"
Blaine's hands fisted around his pillow as two obnoxiously loud and high-pitched female voices punctured his bliss. A snide voice somewhere in his mind reminded him groggily to make it clear when he was fully awake, that Roxy and Lily were no longer his friends.
"Quidditch try-outs, Blaine!" squealed Roxy in delight as he tried to wriggle further beneath the covers.
"We're going to meet our brand-new teammates today!" yelled Lily, pouncing on the large lump in the centre of the mattress. Roxy followed her cousin's example and began chanting, "Up you get, sleepy-head!"
"God, I'm awake, okay?" Blaine groaned, crawling out from underneath the two girls.
"It was worth waking up earlier than usual just to hear his grumpy voice," said Roxy with a delighted giggle.
"Blainers, we're going down to breakfast now. If we don't see you in the next half hour, we will hunt you down and turn you into a hedgehog for the rest of the day," said Lily. Both girls giggled and then there was the sound of creaking floorboards, the opening and closing of the dorm room door. Their footsteps faded as they made their way down the spiral staircase to the Great Hall.
With another groan, Blaine pushed back his covers and stared up at the crimson hangings above his bed. His pyjama pants were uncomfortably tight and he remembered with a squirm what he had been dreaming about.
God, he was already having Kurt-themed sex dreams. He had been back at Hogwarts for barely a week and he was already falling hard for someone. And not just any someone – Professor Hummel, his Charms teacher. Okay, admittedly he had been his friend long before he had been his teacher, but that didn't make this any less of a predicament.
Still, Blaine wasn't entirely sure that he was the only one who was stealing glances. He didn't know if it was his overly riled-up imagination running away with him or not, but every now and then when he peaked up from his work, he would catch Kurt's eye. Blaine didn't dare pin his hopes on it though. It was probably perfectly normal curiosity. After all, it had been six years since they had last seen each other. He knew that he looked different and it was probably just an intriguing thing.
But something about the smiles he got – smirks almost – did nothing but encourage Blaine's inappropriate thoughts. Now that he came to think about it, he was surprised the sex dreams had only started now.
If there was one thing about Blaine Anderson that was completely honest, it was his subconscious and he had yet to find out whether that was a blessing or a curse.
He groaned as he pulled himself out from beneath his sticky sheets. Today it was definitely a curse.
Xxx
That evening found Hugo, Roxy, Lily and Blaine in the Common Room tackling their seemingly endless pile of homework.
"Merlin, I don't think we had this much work in our first and second years combined," said Lily, rubbing her eyes tiredly. Blaine could understand the feeling. Add homework to his Quidditch and head-boy duties and it was enough to make anyone want to cry.
It was only when Hugo (who usually lived for homework) gave and exasperated sigh and fell back listlessly into his chair that they figured that Sunday was another day and began to pack away their things.
Through the exhausted haze which was clouding his mind, Blaine noticed Paul - who had been doing his own homework in the corner with one of the first-year girls - smile slightly and cross over to the couch where Hugo was moments from being passed-out.
"Hey Hugh," he said and Hugo sat up straighter with a grin in place.
"Paul! Hey! I heard you killed it today, mate!" he said as they bumped fists.
It was true. Blaine would be the first to admit that he had some serious misgivings about having a first year on the squad, but Paul's technique was amazing. The only thing that needed work was this flying, but since this was probably due to living near muggles, as soon as he started flying lessons as well as having Quidditch practice a few times a week, he would easily be one of the best players on the team.
"It went alright," said Paul, shrugging modestly, a slight brush creeping into his cheeks.
"Alright? More like bloody brilliant!" said Roxy with a grin.
"Yeah, you were easily y the best sapling we tried out," said Lily, nodding approvingly at him.
"Sorry, but sapling...?" asked Hugo confused.
"Someone who's never been on the team before," said Roxy exasperatedly. "You'd swear we haven't been forcing Quidditch down your throat since we could speak."
"Yeah yeah," said Hugo rolling his eyes, before turning to Paul. "Anyway, what I wanted to say was well done. I'm sure you're going to be amazing."
"Thanks, Hugo," said Paul, barely containing a grin. "Coming from you, that really means a lot."
Roxy, Lily and Blaine exchanged significant glances. There was definitely something going on here.
"You're welcome," said Hugo with a smile before yawning loudly. "Oh wow, sorry about that. I'm pretty knackered."
"That's okay, I should be thinking about heading upstairs anyway. I want to get up early to work on my flying," said Paul as he stood up from the couch and waving at them all. "See you guys tomorrow. Night, Hugo."
"G'night," replied Hugo before settling down into his seat and closing his eyes. Blaine, Lily and Roxy stared at him incredulously.
"What, do I have something on my face?" he asked sensing their stares and opening one eye to look at them.
"You seriously can't tell?" asked Lily with a raised eyebrow.
"Tell what?" asked Hugo, opening the other eye and frowning slightly.
"That your first-year fancies you," said Roxy looking shocked that Hugo couldn't pick up on it.
"He...? No way. There's no way Paul..." Hugo said shaking his head so that his ginger curls bounced.
"Ask Blaine," said Lily.
"Yeah, Blaine is like a feelings-niffler," said Roxy, nodding eagerly. Blaine had to suppress a laugh as he turned to answer Hugo.
"It's true, Hugh. The way he looks at you is nothing short of obsessed," he shrugged.
"Okay, so maybe the kid is pretty friendly with me, but that doesn't necessarily mean that he fancies me. I mean, come on. It's just like Blaine and Kur – "
Hugo's eyes widened in horror as he realised what he was saying.
"Oh, Merlin, Paul fancies me!" he said, shaking his head.
"Okay, what the hell does that mean?" said Blaine, frowning at the implication of Hugo's sudden epiphany.
"Oh come on," said Roxy, rolling her eyes and giving Blaine the most sarcastic look he had ever received in his life.
"What? I don't get it!" said Blaine, though he could feel the blush creeping from the base of his neck.
"You know what, it doesn't even matter right now," said Lily shaking her head. "Our point, Hugh, is that you shouldn't encourage him."
"ENCOURAGE HIM?" said Hugo loudly, causing a few fifth-years doing homework nearby to glare at him. "I'm not encouraging him!"
"Yeah, you kind of are," said Roxy, raising her eyebrows and nodding pointedly.
"I'm just trying to be friendly," muttered Hugo, the frown on his face deepening.
"We know, Hugh. We know you're not actively trying to make him attracted to you, but he is. And now that you know that he is, you have to tell him where the boundaries are so that he doesn't get his hopes up and live in a fantasy world for the next six years."
Blaine could tell they were trying not to look at him and he felt a small bubble of anger at the pit of his stomach. When did it suddenly become 'Judge Blaine' time? More importantly, how did they know about all of these feelings that he had for Kurt? Was he that transparent?
"Ugh, I'll deal with this in the morning," said Hugo, pulling himself out of his seat. With a stretch and a yawn, he slung his bag over his shoulder and with a simple "Night", went upstairs. Roxy followed, stopping only to ask another seventh-year girl something.
Once the two of them had made their way to their rooms, Blaine turned to Lily.
"Lils, is it that obvious?"
"Well, on a scale from one to ten, you're an 'I really wish I was fucking my Professor'."
"It really can't be that bad," said Blaine, feeling his face fill with colour.
"Blaine... you were moaning his name in your sleep when we woke you up this morning. And you had the boner to end all boners."
"Oh my god, why would you even look there?" asked Blaine, mortified.
"It was kind of hard to miss!" said Lily, eyes wide. Shaking her head, she changed her tone. "Blaine, look. I get it. He was the Hugo to your Paul and now that you actually know what sex is, I'm sure he's irresistible, but for Merlin's sake he's a teacher. And as much as I endorse a bit of rule-breaking, I don't want you to risk getting expelled."
Blaine thought about what she said. She was right of course. Whatever feelings he had for Kurt were immature and lust-driven. He couldn't risk everything he had worked so hard towards just for the satisfaction of pulling a guy he fancied. Blaine told her this and she grinned in the most annoying way he could have ever imagined someone grinning.
"Told you," she said in a sing-song voice. "Anyway, I'm going to follow my cousins into Snoozedale. Don't dream of teacher tonight."
Blaine rolled his eyes, but hugged her goodnight anyway. He found himself staring into the fire long after she disappeared up the spiral staircase, wondering what to do. Was he just like Paul? Some kid with a huge crush on someone much older who just really wasn't interested?
He stayed up trying to work it out as long as his body would let him before he had to cave in and obey its need to go to bed.
As he lay there drifting into sleep again, he couldn't help but think about a pair of grey-blue eyes with specks of green in them and he found himself falling asleep happier than he had been in years.
