I've done some changes in the previous chapters, because I had this idea that instead of making up all new characters or using Harry Potter-characters I should just take people from Glee and put them in here instead. So I've changed the Harry Potter-characters and the ones I made up into Glee-characters, so you should probably re-read the previous chapters, otherwise this will be really confusing. Sorry for making this so weird! I just think it's better this way. Please tell me if there's something I've forgotten to change or if there's something that doesn't make sense...

"Is this really necessary?"

"Of course it is. You want to be on the team, don't you?"

"Yes, but-"

"Alright then. We'll wait for you here."

"Anxiously", a third voice added with obvious mockery.

Blaine sighed deeply.

"What for?", he asked.

"Because Karofsky wants you to know their strategies so you can outsmart them when we play them in November", Sebastian said impatiently.

Sebastian, Puck and Trent were spread out casually across the Slytherin common room, lying down on the green leather couches and stuffing themselves full with food they stole from the kitchens.

"But-", Blaine began, but he was instantly cut off.

"Let me put it in a way you'll understand: find a way to get into their practise or you'll get kicked off the team. Karofsky says he has plenty of Seekers lined up to take your spot", Sebastian said firmly.

Blaine opened his mouth to say something very nasty, but decided against it.

"Fine", he spat and left the common room without another word.

In September, when all the Houses held open auditions for their Quidditch teams, Blaine had decided to try out. First-years weren't allowed to, but second-years up to seventh-years were.

Last year he hadn't felt confident enough, but after a year of intense training he finally did it.
And, oddly enough, he actually placed on the team. He had auditioned as the Seeker, and the others who applied for the post were all really good so he didn't expect to succeed. But Blaine was smaller and faster than the other Seekers, and he was well used to brooms because he had handled them since he was a very small child.

But simply making the team was clearly not enough.
Dave Karofsky, the Captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team and also one of it's two Beaters, wanted him to spy on the Gryffindors to get a few tips from their Seeker because "he was so inexperienced and needed all the help he could get".

Apparently, the Gryffindor team had recruited a new Seeker since Blaine and his friends had last spied on them, and according to other students, he was really good. A natural.

It was nearly five o'clock, and the sun had already set. The entire castle seemed to be heading for dinner in the Great Hall, but Karofsky had assured him that the Gryffindor team would be at practise.
So, with his stomach practically screaming for dinner, Blaine headed in the opposite direction of everyone else and left the warm, comfortable castle.

The air outside was cool and the lights coming from the castle was the only thing that lit up the grounds before him.

"Lumos", he mumbled to his wand. A small light appeared at its tip and allowed him to guide himself down to the pitch.

As he came closer he whispered a quick "Nox", and the light disappeared.
Because of the dark it was quite easy to get onto the pitch without being noticed. It wasn't thoroughly dark, though, so he could still see fairly well where he was going.

He stayed put at one of the entrances, safely hidden in the shadows.
He squinted up in the air and tried to make out the different figures he could see moving around there. There was Mike Chang, that girl from before- what was her name?

It was bugging him that he couldn't remember it. He knew he had heard it somewhere.
Oh, right! Her name was Tina. Trent had had a severe crush on her in their first year, but he got it beaten out of him by Sebastian.

They could all see the appeal, though. She was really pretty and had dark, long hair that was gracefully flowing down her back.
But it didn't matter how beautiful she was: she was a Gryffindor and they were forbidden territory.

Having a relationship with a Gryffindor was like spitting in the face of every Slytherin. Especially if the Gryffindor were Muggle born. Blaine wasn't sure if this was the case with Tina, though.

He continued to sort out and recognise all of the players. Soon there was only the Seeker left.
Blaine quickly located him: he was soaring above the others in wide circles, searching for the Snitch and keeping tabs on his fellow players simultaneously. The rumours had been right, Blaine thought miserably, he was amazing.
Blaine was good enough to beat the other Slytherins, but were he good enough to beat this one?

He still hadn't got a good enough look of the Seekers face to know who he was.
Probably some sixth-year who had loads of experience.

No matter how long he watched, it never seized to amaze him just how good this boy was. He did loops in the air, circling the field, soaring through the air as gracefully as if he had been dancing ballet. There was something particular about him, but Blaine couldn't put his finger on what it was.

Suddenly the Seeker launched forwards on his broom, did a sharp turn and shot upwards, his speed increasing by the second. Soon, judging by the applauds from the other players, he had caught the Snitch.

"Terrific! Let's lock it in and practise with some golf balls instead. I don't want to lose it in the dark!", Mike shouted across the pitch.

The Seeker flew down to the ground, and stayed there for a few minutes.
Blaine made sure to step back into the shadows even more during the time the other boy was also at ground level.

He looked so small compared to the other players as he mounted his broom and joined them in the air again. This wasn't uncommon for Seekers, though. Quidditch players were generally very large and sturdy, but the Seeker position required speed and flexibility rather than pure strength.

Mike began throwing golf balls in different directions. The Seeker gracefully darted back and forth, catching every single ball and throwing it back at Mike.

And then, without any warning, a flash of light shot across the sky and illuminated all the players' faces. Blaine gasped out loud as the Seeker instantly became very familiar.
This was just not fair. The universe must loathe him intensely.

It was Kurt Hummel. Of all people.
Suddenly the amazing performance he had just witnessed didn't seem so surprising.
If Kurt was their Seeker, of course he would be excruciatingly talented.
It seemed like he could pull off what ever he attempted.

"Guys, we-", Mike began up in the air.

"And girls", Tina filled in automatically.

"-and girls, right, thanks. We're done for today, seems like a thunderstorm is coming. Let's go to the changing rooms."

And with those words the entire team landed on the ground, dismounted their brooms and headed towards the changing rooms. They were on the other side of the arena, so Blaine wasn't forced to move away directly.
He stayed there for a while, thinking over the whole thing.

So, in a few short weeks he was supposed to be playing against Kurt.
He had no idea how he was going to win over his obvious talent.
But, he decided, the first step was to stop looking for him everywhere, stop unconsciously smiling as soon as he walked into view, and to stop trying to impress him or apologise to him.

"Andersons don't apologise", he mumbled quietly to himself.

That's right. He's an Anderson, after all. A pure-blood wizard with loads of celebrities and successful wizards and witches in his family. Why would he go pining after a boy who wasn't even raised by magically gifted people? He was a Muggle born. A Mudblood.

But as soon as that thought slipped through his mind, he felt ashamed.
Calling someone a Mudblood was the worst thing you could do. At least if you wanted to be perceived as a decent human being.

But then he pushed that thought out of his mind too.
He could say Mudblood to whoever he wanted to. Kurt didn't have any power over him, not anymore, and Blaine would make sure to do anything to win that match.

After about half an hour he realised he should be heading back to the Slytherin common room.
If he went now, he should be able to escape without being noticed by the Gryffindors.
If they saw him, he would have to make up some sort of explanation as to why he was lurking around the Quidditch pitch, alone, at 8pm.

Merlin's beard, had he been out that long?
He sprinted up to the castle, continuously glancing over his shoulder to see if the Gryffindors had made it out of the changing rooms.

"So, what did you found out?", Sebastian asked, while simultaneously rolling a piece of chocolate between his fingers.

Blaine had barely made it back to the common room before he was being showered with questions.

"Well, they have a new Seeker. And he's amazing", he said.

"Did you get a good look on his tactics? His tricks, manoeuvres, body language?", Sebastian continued.

"Sort of. He's really flexible, and everything he does seems effortless", Blaine said.

It was hard to keep the admiration out of his voice, and unfortunately his friends heard it.

"Dude, don't go down that road", Puck warned him.

"What road?", Blaine asked nervously.

"You know, the one where you go all soft and mushy. Like that time last year when we were going to make that first-year run down to the kitchen to get us food because we missed dinner, and you went all crazy and said that we shouldn't push people around. We all know you're kind of a softy but you can't go around telling their Seeker how great you think he is. It'll only build up his confidence and that's the last thing we want to do. Okay? Just try to be tough for once", Puck said .

Blaine felt embarrassed.

"Er, right, yeah... I'll- I'll be tough", he said.

Sebastian rolled his eyes.

"Just keep watching them practise and pray you'll pick up some of his tricks", he said nastily.

Blaine kept his gaze firmly on his shoes. Because he was so reluctant to talk, they decided to ignore him and continue on with their previous conversation.

When he was sure they had forgotten of his presence, he sneaked off to his room.

Blaine sneaked into plenty of the Gryffindor teams practises after that.

He had only been forced to do it two times, but he had went many times voluntary.
He told himself he only did it to spy on Kurt and get to know his Seeker personality so he could win more easily over him. The first Quidditch match in November was Slytherin vs. Gryffindor after all.

But in reality he went just because he liked watching Kurt. Whether it was in the library, the hallways, across a classroom, or during a Quidditch practise – he liked watching him.
And watching wasn't a crime. It was harmless. And his obvious interest in Kurt was easily covered. When his friends caught him looking at Kurt, he would just sigh and say: "Oh, I'm just nervous about the game. He's really good, maybe I should practise more so I'll beat him".

That usually made them ramble on and on about how Kurt was just a lousy Gryffindor who probably faked his talent, whilst Blaine was an Anderson and they had always been talented Quidditch players and he was amazing and shouldn't worry about it for one more second.

Even Sebastian, the most clever one, didn't suspect a hidden agenda to Blaine's actions.

"You're improving, Blaine", Karofsky said and patted him on the back quite roughly which almost made Blaine fall over.

"Oh, thanks", Blaine answered shyly as he rubbed his, now sore, shoulder.

They were just heading to the changing rooms after a hard, long three hours of practise.
They had been pushing him harder than anyone on the team ever since he joined. It was because he had to be trained properly in order to catch the Snitch before the Gryffindor Seeker did.

Before Kurt did. And since he had proven to be so great, Blaine was being forced to train each and every day which made it more difficult to find time to go and see Kurt's practises.

Because in between Quidditch practise and classes he had to finish all of his homework, sleep and eat. So he rarely made it to their practises anymore, but he still got to see Kurt around school.

Most particularly in the library because they both spent a fair share of their time there. Blaine went there when he wanted to get away from his friends who rarely stepped foot in there, and Kurt practically lived there.

He spent most of his time there, reading either for classes or for entertainment. Sometimes his friends accompanied him, but mostly he was there alone. Blaine had the feeling that Kurt liked it that way.

"You look a little confused, midget", a girl with black straight hair said. Her voice was sharp and superior. Her name was Santana, and she played Chaser on the team.

Blaine snapped back to reality.

"Uh, what?", he asked stupidly.

She shook her head, making her long hair sway in the air.

"Bye, stupid", she said and turned on her heel and disappeared to the girls' changing rooms.

Blaine and the boys continued across the pitch to the boys' changing room.

It was not a particularly pleasant experience, being in the changing room. The boys were all rough and they were all trying to act like 'real men'. Everyone was really uncomfortable with the whole dressing in front of other guys-thing, so the atmosphere was really tense until they had all showered and got their clothes on again.

If anyone got too close to another guy before all clothes were on, the guy would push them away and yell "Ey, homo! Back off!", and the entire team would tense up even more and the "homo" would receive several snide remarks and looks. And since no one wanted to be singled out as the guy who tried to molest the other players, they all kept to themselves until they left the changing room and they could talk normally without worrying about being called names.

Blaine always showered last, when everyone else had left, because he didn't feel comfortable showering in front of people. He liked it much better to be left alone. Then he could get dressed and fix his hair in peace without getting stressed out with everyone else's irrational fear of accidentally hitting on someone. Besides, being alone in the changing room meant that he could sing without being mocked for it.

Blaine had sung since he was little, but he had always been teased for it so he only did it when he was alone nowadays. When he was younger he used to sing to his mother because she thought his voice was so beautiful. But as he got older, she stopped encouraging him to sing. It wasn't appropriate for a boy his age, she said. So he resorted to singing only when he was alone.

And now he was finally alone, for the first time in a while.
As he was getting dressed he sang his heart out to a song called Friday I'm In Love. It was performed by a Muggle band called The Cure and they were really big in the Muggle world, and he knew he would get in trouble if anyone caught him singing it.

"I don't care if Monday's blue, Tuesday's grey and Wednesday too. Thursday I don't care about you, it's Friday I'm in love!"

He went up on his toes, did a little twirl and picked up a t-shirt that he had hung on a hook on the wall.
Suddenly he could hear the subtle sound of someone clearing its throat at the door.

He spun around instantly, t-shirt in one hand and shoes in the other.
A mildly blushing Kurt was standing in the door.

"I, um, hi. I was just-", he began hesitantly.

Blaine quickly picked up his shirt which he had dropped on the floor. Talking to Kurt Hummel while half-naked didn't seem to be the best of ideas.

"Kurt! What are you doing here?", he choked as he tried desperately to pull on his shirt.

"I was just walking by and then I heard someone singing and I couldn't resist-", Kurt explained.

"You were just casually walking by the Quidditch pitch at 8pm on a Monday?", Blaine questioned in disbelief as he continued to struggle with his clothes.

Kurt's mouth opened and then closed again. His otherwise pale features reddened even more.

Then he eyed Blaine for a few seconds, as if he was assessing him.

"Well, I was kind of watching you practise earlier", he confessed.

Blaine's jaw dropped. A sudden urge to crawl into a hole and die hit him.
Kurt had been watching him practise. Kurt had been watching him.

Kurt, who was a natural and who everyone seemed to be so confident in would win the game in a few weeks, had been watching him, Blaine, who was a good Seeker, yes, but who surely couldn't measure up to Kurt's standards.

Blaine was at a loss for words. Then he finally came to his senses.

"You've been- you've been spying on us!", he exclaimed.

"Well, haven't you been doing the same?", Kurt asked quietly.

Blaine was, once again, speechless.

"How did you-", he began, but was interrupted by Kurt shaking his head.

"I've seen you. You're not that good at hiding, actually", he said.

"Does the others know?", Blaine asked nervously.

"No. They're not particularly observant, so to speak. I just figured that if you're spying, then why shouldn't I do the same?", Kurt said.

Blaine bit his lip.

"So, what did you think?", he asked finally.

"About what?", Kurt asked.

"About the practise. Karofsky says I've improved but I'm not so sure", Blaine said.

"Oh, I think you're great. That catch you did when the Snitch was by that boy's ear was spectacular", Kurt said.

Blaine kept quiet. This was wrong. They weren't supposed to talk like this. They weren't supposed to be friendly. They should be mean to each other, not complimenting one another.

He sighed heavily.

"What are you doing here?", he asked.

"I told you", Kurt said and raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, you told me you went to our practise to spy. But why are you here now?", Blaine asked.

Kurt shrugged.

"I don't know. I heard you sing and I didn't know who it was so I thought I'd-", he began, but Blaine cut him off.

"You knew the Slytherin team was here and you heard someone sing, so you decided to go into a changing room filled with Slytherins just to see someone sing?", Blaine asked sceptically.

Kurt hesitated slightly.

"Alright, I saw everyone else leave so I knew you were here alone and I thought I'd go say hi. Since we haven't talked much lately", he admitted.

"I've already told you we can't be friends", Blaine said impatiently.

"I know. I'm sorry, I know it's inappropriate to barge in like this. But I really miss you and no one is here to witness it anyway so what harm can it do to talk for a few minutes?", Kurt asked.

Blaine stared at him. Kurt missed him? Why?
He quickly pulled himself together again after the initial shock.

"What if one of them comes back and you're here? What am I supposed to do then? I don't have anything against you personally but I can't be seen with you. You know that. So why are you making this so difficult? Yeah, I liked hanging out with you on the train and you seem really great, but we can't be friends so what's the point in pretending?", he asked.

It came out harsher than he had intended.
Kurt looked down on his shoes.

"I just thought maybe-", he tried.

"Look, maybe you're cool with just coming here to talk once and then we're back to ignoring and pretending to hate each other, but I'm not. It makes everything so difficult", Blaine said.

"What's so difficult about it?", Kurt asked defensively.

"Because it makes me want to see you more! It makes me want to be your friend, and I can't, so this is just wasting my time", Blaine said with a heavy sigh.

"But I want to be your friend too! So why can't we be friends? I mean, our friends doesn't have to know", Kurt said.

"You're so naive!", Blaine sighed impatiently. "Of course you can say that, you have nothing to lose. I could lose everything if it came out that I've been spending time with a Mudblood. Do you have any idea-"

But then he paused, because the colour had suddenly drained from Kurt's face.

"What's wrong?", he asked worriedly.

Kurt's mouth was slightly open, and he just stared at Blaine.
Then he shut his eyes firmly, took a deep breath and turned around.

"Kurt, where are you going?", Blaine called after him.

He walked after him. It was just plain rude to come here and say all these things and then just walk away.

"What are you-", he began but didn't come much further before Kurt turned around and slapped him, quite passionately, across the face.

Blaine gasped and clutched his sore cheek, staring at Kurt with wide eyes.

"What was that for?", he yelled.

Kurt was trembling violently.

"You're just like everyone else. I thought you were different, I thought you just pretended to go along with it all just to fit in, I thought you... never mind. I'll just go", he spat and turned around again.

"Kurt! What are you- wait- come back-", Blaine cried out.

But Kurt didn't stop. He ran out of the room and continued off across the grounds.
Blaine had frozen on the spot, too shocked to even move. What had just happened?

Something had upset Kurt enough to slap him in the face, but what?
Then it hit him. He had called him Mudblood.

"Stupid!", he hissed to himself. "Stupid, stupid, stupid!"

How could he have been so reckless? Calling someone Mudblood was the nastiest, lowest, most cowardly thing you could do. Most Slytherins used the phrase without much concern, but Blaine had never uttered it to another person. He had never imagined himself saying it to Kurt, of all people.

But maybe it was for the best. How many times hadn't Blaine dreamt about him and Kurt being together, laughing, talking. It never worked out, even in his dreams. There was no way they could spend time together without anyone noticing. It was a big castle, yes, but there were also tons of students. Witnesses.

Maybe calling Kurt a Mudblood was the best thing that could have happened.
Now he was too hurt to try and find Blaine again, and Blaine could just return to admiring Kurt at a safe distance.

If Kurt was trying to be Blaine's friend, then he would soon give in. He couldn't resist Kurt, but if he did, the only possible outcome would be him losing his family and friends. Was Kurt really worth that?

A part of him said that yes, yes he was worth it.
But he shoved that part of him deep down, burying it with reassurances that he was doing the right thing by not running after Kurt and begging him on his bare knees to forgive him.

It was for the best. Right?