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"Really, Rose?"

Blaine laughed at Kurt's frustration. They went out on the deck before only to find that the I… flat muggle thing was lying in a potted plant.

"She needs to understand that these actually can break quite easily." Kurt scowled and went to pick it up carefully from the dirt and set it on the table. Blaine sat down with Kurt as he turned it on, making sure it still worked. They both breathed a sigh of relief when the bitten apple came on the screen.

"Genius you are, working this thing." Blaine acknowledged. Suddenly Kurt tensed, and looked oddly nervous as he did before. This made Blaine's brain begin to run a mile a minute.

What if he knows? What if Aunt Hermione said something? I should've just helped with those bloody dishes!

Blaine snapped out of it to look at Kurt tapping the lit up screen, scrolling through names of things like Vogue and People.

"What are those?" Blaine tilted his head in confusion, catching more like, Star and The Globe. Maybe… "Are those muggle names? Wow, and they think we're the weird ones."

Kurt finally looked up from where his eyes were glued to the screen and smiled. "No. They're magazines."

My Dad told me about those once!

"Did he really? Your Father knows of muggle things?"

I did not just say that out loud. Nice, Blaine! The teen internally smacked himself and began to think of a way to cover that.

But sadly, all his brilliant mind can come up with was "Yup."

"Well um…" Kurt nodded his head. "They're like muggle newspapers, except some of it isn't totally true."

Blaine looked puzzled and reached for his cup of delicious hot chocolate. "Then why put it on a paper for everyone to see?"

"Well it gets people excited and gossiping to friends. Then those friends want to read about it, so they also buy the magazine, in a way giving the company more money."

"But what about the poor people who they tell lies about?"

Kurt wanted to dwell in the fact that Blaine looked like a kicked puppy in that moment. "They deal with it. They're famous and all. Some can sing, some can act, and others are just on shows about their lives."

"A show? About someone's life? Do they just pick random people?"

"No. I mean, sometimes someone's life is really interesting, like they have an odd family or their company is huge and unique."

"And a show is…" Blaine motioned for him to go on.

Kurt took put his cup of hot chocolate to his lips. "Like a moving picture with sounds on a screen. Like this except bigger."

"You mean a television?" The boy smirked at Kurt's shocked face and the sputtering of his drink. "I listened to you rant all afternoon. I think I know a thing or two now."

Kurt pushed him playfully on the shoulder, which sent a jolt of electricity through both boys' bodies, but they chose to try and ignore it. "Shut up."

"Well, what about the other people whose lives aren't all that interesting? Why do they get a 'show'?"

Kurt shrugged. "I guess it's because they're attractive. People think they're gorgeous enough to be nationally watched. It pretty much guarantees them having a show."

"Then why don't you have your own show?" Blaine blurted.

All was silent except for the few occasional chirps of bugs in the summer night air.

WHAT THE HELL, POTTER!?

And Blaine wasn't the only one freaking out.

Did Blaine just call me attractive? Did he just call me gorgeous?!

The silence went on for another few seconds, but it felt like eternity.

Blaine didn't mean to say that. Or did he? He thought Kurt was all right with his soft eyes that sparkled when he smiled and his pale skin that was drawn into tight attractive muscles on his arms and how his cheeks turned a cute shade of red when he got excited-

Whoa. Calm yourself, Potter.

Finally, Kurt broke the awkwardness with a slight cough and a, "I mean, not everyone can have their own show. Plus, I wouldn't want any muggles finding out I'm a wizard."
Blaine let out a strained laugh. "Yeah."

"So…" Kurt slowly turned back to his screen, and Blaine could see on his face how much he was thinking. "I'm going to change this so then I can actually get wizard news and stuff. Though I will miss my muggle magazines. They talk all of fashion."

"Yeah well, you won't have to worry much. Our Hogwarts robes are the height of the wizard wardrobe this year." Blaine snorted.

"Oh, quiet you." Kurt smiled though sighed sadly after it. "Dreary old black robes here I come."

"Oh, don't be so down, Hummel!" Blaine laughed, patting Kurt lightly on the back. "You still have almost a full month of your most fashionable clothing."

"I suppose." Kurt agreed, and picked up his cup to take a sip of the creamy drink. It really was amazing.

Blaine could stare at the other boys face all day- but then yet again something caught his attention. He turned toward an article in the Daily Prophet on Kurt's screen.

Stolen!

And just when Dennis Creevey thought a miracle had happened, it had been whisked away from the very palm of his hand.

The Crumple-Horned Snorkack egg has been stolen!

Creevey assured that it was under great security, all of the most powerful spells he could muster and trust, he knows many. But somehow, someone so cruel, so against the man and his works, had taken the egg and fled in the darkness of the night before last.

"Crumpled-Horned what?" Kurt asked.

Blaine held a finger up and shushed him gently and kept reading.

We can assure that Creevey is heartbroken, feeling he let his older brother, his whole world, down. He had declined our request for an interview, obviously too stricken by the loss of the one connection he had from before that great battle to appear. Mr. Creevey, we all send our deepest wishes that you get back your lovely find.

Please, if anyone happens to know of someone who might have stolen the rare Crumple-Horned Snorkack egg report him or her. A reward shall be given that is beyond your wildest dreams. And we can also assure that the stealer of the egg will be caught and put in Azkaban the minute we have a guesson who it is.

"Blaine are you okay?"

Blaine snapped out of it when a soft hand lightly rested on top of his own.

"Um…" He glanced back down at the article then back up to find pools of blue staring at him worriedly. He reached down to take a sip of his hot chocolate before speaking. "Yeah. It's just… I know… stories about the Creeveys. Colin… I was told he was very brave in the battle and I just thought this would be something that Dennis could, you know, look at and think 'Here's to you, Colin.'" Blaine smiled softly to himself at the last part, and the gentle squeeze Kurt's hand gave his made his grin grow wider.

"It's really sweet how sympathetic you are for him." Blaine blushed. "And I do hope that… thing will be found so he can have that connection with his brother again."

Blaine laughed lightly, and reluctantly took his hand away from Kurt's, as his own was getting embarrassingly sweaty. "That 'thing' is extremely rare and has been searched for for many years."

"Yeah well…" Kurt smiled, as he reached to turn off the muggle device.

"So, uh…" Blaine thought he might regret this, but he asked anyway. "You wanted to talk to me about something?"

"Oh, um…" He put the cup down he was about to drink from. "Yeah. I just… I have a question. If the answer is actually 'no', I don't want you to scream it, okay?"

Blaine laughed. "Um, okay…"

Kurt took a deep breath, and then realization of what the question is hit the other boy like a brick wall. "Are you-"

"Blaine!"

The boy turned and heard a frustrated sigh from Kurt behind him. Hugo was coming out the door, wand up, and a cup of hot chocolate in his other hand. Rose was behind him, wand also up, inspecting the cup with great curiosity.

"What?" Blaine asked.

"Stand up, bloody muggle." Rose said, using her best insult. Blaine turned to smile at a confused looking Kurt before standing with his hands up.

"What…" Hugo came closer, wand still pointed towards his cousin. "What did you do?"

Blaine looked confused. "What do you mean what did I do? I made you hot chocolate. Your welcome, you know." He smirked.

"No," Rose disagreed. "This isn't any ordinary drink."

"This is Hogwarts hot chocolate." Hugo finished, still inching closer cautiously.

Blaine rolled his eyes at their over dramatic scheme. "Yeah, so?"

"How?" Hugo continued, and now had his wand against Blaine's chest.

"How did you get this spell?" Rose asked, taking a huge slurp from her cup.

"Well… I have connections." Blaine laughed.

"Connections?" Rose questioned. "As in our Father connections?"

"No. As in…" He gave the two a meaningful glance at Kurt, telling them it was in fact Mr. Potter.

"Ah, I see." Hugo nodded, still playing along. "When Uncle Potter came to visit, he gave you the spell, but not his favorite nephew."

"Aren't you his only neph-"

"Silence!" Hugo cut Blaine off in a commanding tone. "Give me the spell."

"Well…" Blaine sighed. "Only if you tell Hermione it was you who gave Knockturn that cake that made her regurgitate all over the kitchen floor."

Hugo sighed and lowered his wand. "Fine." He said in his normal voice, and Rose nodded in agreement.

Blaine couldn't help grinning at them. "You Weasleys will do anything for food."

Rose laughed and raised her wand. "And you, kind sir, need to keep your opinion to yourself."

Blaine looked back quickly to still see Kurt standing by the table. He ducked under it, pulling Kurt along with him.

"What are you doing?" Kurt laughed, kneeling beside him.

"Food doesn't go to waste in the Weasley home, even if that means magically pelting it at guests."

Kurt looked down at his very expensive looking sweater then looked back up and pointed in horror. The door of the house opened, revealing three leftover pieces of the sticky messy cake dessert they had only about an hour ago. "Oh no."

"Here." Blaine laughed and he got a little bit in front of Kurt.

Splat.

The first piece hit Blaine square in the chest as he blocked the American boy.

"My hero." Kurt pretended to swoon and Blaine couldn't help but blush a little bit as he wiped some of the mess of his shirt. He put another arm in front to protect Kurt a little more, and then remembered the earlier conversation.

"Yes."

"What?" Kurt asked.

"The answer to your question. Yes."

There was a pause as another piece of cake narrowly missed them, and a yell of 'Damn it!' could be heard from Hugo.

"So wait." Kurt established. "You're-"

"Gay. Yes." Kurt opened his mouth, but Blaine already knew the next question. "No, I'm not in the closet, yes I've dated before, and no, Hogwarts students won't shun you, I promise." Blaine paused. "Most, at least."

Another pause.

"Oh."

Blaine looked back to smile at Kurt's glowing features in the moonlight. "Yup."


HATE TO BUTT IN

But the Crumpled-Horned Snorkack shit will be important later. So I suggest you pay attention there.

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-KL