Hey guys-thanks for all the amazing reviews I've had so far; I'm glad you're enjoying this story as much as I am.
Firstly, I wanted to address something a reviewer said which was that they wished the chapters were longer; so do I! I used to do creative writing all the time when I was younger but high school kind of kicked that out of me with all the essays and stuff, so I'm sort of retraining myself to write which means I find it hard to stretch out a story. I hope to get better though!
Also, please stick with this story-their relationship will progress soon and at a fast rate. I have the whole story and each chapter planned out and most of them have some pretty exciting stuff in them, including the yule ball, occulemcy, Christmas and jealousy.
Finally, the day of the Quidditch match arrived, and the whole castle was buzzing with anticipation. Not only did the winner move on to the final to compete for the cup, but a match between Slytherin and Gryffindor always caused havoc and mayhem. Everyone in the castle was sporting supporting colours; the Hufflepuffs mainly red, and the Ravenclaws mainly green. The air was cold and nippy, but nobody minded if Quidditch was available.
In the red changing room, Blaine was anxious, more anxious than normal, in fact. "You're going to do great, mate, like always". Wes says from behind Blaine, both looking out onto the field. "Yeah, it's not like you have to put in any effort until the last couple of minutes anyway", Jeff pitches in. Blaine huffed a laugh at this, his friends always knew how to cheer him up. They couldn't stop the weird butterflies in his stomach, though. Blaine was competing against Kurt, who he'd heard was an excellent player. What if they both had to reach for the snitch at the same moment? Could he just snatch it from Kurt's grasp? Blaine lived for Quidditch, something in him just couldn't let himself lose, but he didn't want to hurt Kurt and their still-budding friendship. Blaine was drawn out of his thoughts by a loud; "come on men; let's kill some snakes!" and the following cheers than accompanied it.
Meanwhile, Kurt was in the green changing room, pacing back and forth. He was confident of his abilities, no doubt. Kurt had been playing Quidditch since he could walk; it was one of the few luxuries his parents allowed him. Flying was second nature, but on this day, Kurt felt nervous. He knew Blaine was an amazing seeker, it was all anyone could talk about at breakfast this morning. If Blaine was better than him, Kurt wasn't sure their relationship could survive. As a Riddle, Kurt was innately selfish, competitive and snarky. If Blaine caught that snitch before he did, then Kurt wasn't sure he would be able to hold his tongue, and that would definitely cost him Blaine. Much too soon, the team started to walk out onto the field to many jeers and cheers, and the team captains shook hands; Blaine and Connor. Kurt could see they were squeezing as hard as they could, but both have a brave face on. He rolled his eyes, typical.
The whistle suddenly blew, and both teams flew high into the air; the wind catching them a bit until they steadied themselves. Gryffindor were playing much more strongly than Slytherin, that was clear from the get go. Obviously the confidence that the green team had wasn't enough to get them through. Slytherin did manage to get a few goals in, but Gryffindor were an unstoppable fighting machine.
Both Blaine and Kurt spent most of the match circling the pitch from a high viewpoint, occasionally catching each other's eye and smiling. The match had been going on for almost an hour at this point, and there had been no sighting of the snitch. Eventually, Blaine flew over to where Kurt had situated himself or the time being; near the Hufflepuff stand. "Hey", Blaine said breathlessly. "Hey yourself", Kurt replied in a jokingly flirty manner. Since the two had become closer, Kurt had definitely opened himself up and become more trusting and more himself around Blaine, who was proud to know that Kurt felt he could act like that around him and him only. "Bit of a bummer for you, isn't it? You know, what with Slytherin getting thrashed". At this point, even if Kurt caught the snitch, Gryffindor were going to win. "Oh, it's okay. As long as I beat you I don't really care what the score is", Kurt stated in a teasing manner. Blaine laughed at this and continued to circle the pitch.
Out of the corner of his eye, Blaine could see Kurt suddenly nose dive towards the ground; following his seeker instincts, Blaine immediately flew over and dove down as well, both reached the ground at an incredible rate before pulling up and flying towards the sky again. Blaine could finally see the glare of the snitch right beside Kurt's hand. At this point, both boys were side by side with their arms outstretched, their competitive streaks kicking in. They fingers touched as they clambered for the snitch, both ignoring the jolt of electricity they felt at the contact. Suddenly, Kurt's hand became clasped around the golden ball, causing both of them to level out their broomsticks. Kurt waved his hand in the air, showing off his catch. The final whistle blew and everyone approached the ground. The Gryffindors all started cheering and heckling each other good heartedly, congratulating each other and patting each other on the back. Blaine was of course happy to have won, but felt he had let the team down by not catching the snitch.
Blaine looked over at Kurt amongst the dejected Slytherin players. Kurt looked so happy and proud of himself to have catch the snitch that Blaine couldn't help but be somewhat glad he lost against him, even if he would never admit it. Blaine was about to go and congratulate Kurt and tease him a bit when Connor appeared by Kurt's side and gave him a ginormous hug and a yell of congratulations and a never-ending stream of compliments. Kurt looked so happy at that moment that Blaine had to turn around and go back into the castle, completely dejected.
Kurt was surprised by Connor's appearance, and was even more surprised by the bone-crushing hug that followed. What was not surprising was the flirty compliments and congratulations that streamed out of his sleazy mouth. But Kurt wasn't even bothered by it, he was too happy at his individual win, and couldn't wait to rub it in Blaine's face, in a friendly way of course. Kurt turned to try and find the Gryffindor boy, but found the team had left, probably to go celebrate. Oh well, Kurt thought, he'd find him later, perhaps with the snitch wrapped around his neck like a necklace.