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This is more of a filler chapter, but no worries the next one will have more character development!

( we also get to hear from nick/jeff so shh. . .)

Wow.

That was just.

Wow.

Taken aback by the display, Blaine tried to cover up the way his eyes trailed after the storming figure. What was his name? Karl? Kurn? Blaine was no good with names, especially unusual ones like that Slytherin boys'. In the eerily quiet hall, save for the ranting usually-calm-prefect who was turning as red as their hair, someone was heard slowly clapping. Eventually it turned into a full on whoop, then a shrill whistle. Were they. . . cheering? Honestly? They were cheering that boy? For what exactly?

"C'mon, dude. Let's go." Jeff scoffed next to him, beginning to leave the hall, tugging Blaines arm along with him. They didn't even wait up for Nerf or Ned, whatever it was. They heard a scurry of footsteps behind them, though it might as well have been lost from the shrieking laughter from the Hogwarts' table, it seemed as if even Professor Snape was suppressing a grin. Looking once over his shoulder, he noted that the prefect was leaning heavily on the Nurse, as if his heart had suddenly given out from stress. What was so funny about. . . oh. Oh. Well he was as red as a tomato. Stiffling his own smile, he skipped to catch up with Jeff who'd seem to have been trying to weedle a conversation out of Nick.

They, quite wisely, went slowly to their new dorm rooms. Not because of the ever-changing castle, or the knowing looks from the castles old or new moving paintings, or even the eerily moving staircases. No. They were about to approach the - dare he say it - Devils Lair, where an angry dragon could be waiting. So, y'know, excuse them for being a little bit freaking terrified.

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

Kurt had only been halfway up the stairs when he realised his wand was in his bag. And his bag was in the dorm room. Which needed a key. A key which was held by, none other, than one Blaine Anderson. Which was why he was tapping his foot against the door as he waited for them to freaking hurry up and get there. His stomach was howling like a Banshee by now, and his face curved into a snarl as he banged his head against the door. Ow. So this is what it's like to be Finn.

Hearing a floorboard creak behind him, he spun round to point his finger at three wide eyed faces, who looked slightly terrified. Great. First day of the new year and he'd already petrified his roomates. Rolling his eyes, he pointedly held out his hand for the key. When none was given, his stomach grumbled it's protest before the boy felt rage tremble up inside him. " ALRIGHT! Listen, what you saw in the hall is literally nothing to what will happen if you don't open this freaking door right now. I was thinking of eating the door right now. When I get in, I don't want to hear no mumbo-jumbo about how great your summer holidays were. No. Nuh uh." Kurt waved his hand infront of Blaines face, which was merging into one of protest. " Absolutely not! You will leave alone in peace from the grand times of morning to night. Do not wake me up unless my hair is on fire or one of you has exploded onto my clothes. If you set out to hurt me or my brother I will set Santana to go all Lima on your asses. Do I make myself clear? " Fire blazed in his eyes, his hair mussed from his menacing fingers running through it. When no soul replied, Kurt turned with a slightly softer look to Nick who looked like he'd been slapped in the face with cold water. " Except you Nick. You're alright."

Plucking the key out of Blaines clenched fist, Kurt swung open the door to let cool air shock them back awake. They all spluttered for a moment in his wake, and thats when they knew, that they'd met the one and only Kurt Hummel. Blaine was red in the face, Nick looked down at the floor blushing and Jeff - ever the innocent one - turned with a frown to Nick.

"Wait. You two know each other?"