Dear Readers,
So, this one kind of took me a while to think about, cause to be honest, I had no idea where I was going with this last chapter. But now I think I have it somewhat sorted out. I really hope you enjoy this one, cause I worked on it for like 3 hours straight to get it perfect, just for you - WITH NO POTTY BREAKS. And lemme tell ya, I had to pee really, REALLY badly. But, you're worth it, cause I love you. Well, enjoy!
Hugs and Butterfly Kisses,
You'reAbsurd
(I own nothing.)
Chapter 9: Broken Promises
"Okay, I give up." Wes dropped his quill on the floor, slumping low in his chair and throwing an arm over his eyes. "I will never understand Transfiguration, and I am completely content with that fact."
Blaine rolled his eyes. "Don't you think you're being a bit over dramatic?"
"No," he sniffed. Blaine chuckled a little and shook his head, turning his attention back to the Potions essay he was attempting to write. He scratched the back of his head in confusion. Where's Kurt when you need him? He thought. He heard the portrait hole open and looked up to see Kurt clambering through. Speak of the devil. He grinned, and was about to make room on the couch for him – until he saw who was climbing through the door after him. His eyes narrowed.
Potter.
He watched Kurt talk with him for a moment, before giving him a parting wave and heading over to where Blaine, Wes and David were huddled together doing schoolwork. Kurt smiled at them and pulled out his own work, sitting down on the floor in front of Blaine.
"Hey guys," he chirped. Wes straightened out in his seat and turned toward Kurt eagerly.
"Kurt, thank Merlin you're here," he crowed. "Do my Transfiguration essay for me?" He stared at him pleadingly and clasped his hands together in a begging gesture. Kurt gave him a hard look.
"Wesley," he said sternly. "I am not about to do your work for you. You're a big boy – do it yourself." Wes grumbled in disappointment as David snickered at him.
"You're a year ahead of us anyways," Blaine pointed out. "He probably wouldn't understand it any more than you do."
"Nonsense," Wes scoffed. "Kurt's brilliant, he can do anything." Kurt flushed slightly but his expression didn't change.
"Flattering – but the answer is still no." Wes stuck his tongue out at him and David grinned – which earned him a punch to the shoulder. He glowered at Wes and rubbed his arm. Kurt laughed at his friends' antics and went back to his work.
"So," Blaine began casually. "I saw you come in with – "
"Stop," Kurt interrupted. "I don't want to have this conversation again, Blaine."
Blaine cringed. Every time he broached the subject, they ended up getting into an argument.
"You've just been spending a lot of time with him is all," Blaine tried to appear nonchalant.
"And what's so wrong with that?" Kurt fumed. "I can hang out with whoever I very well please, Blaine. And I don't appreciate you trying to dictate my relationships." He turned on his heel and stormed away. Just before he was out of the room, he spun around again, waving his finger at Blaine. "And before you ask, NO, I don't like him like that. He's my friend and nothing more."
"I wasn't going to – "
"Yes you were, don't pretend like you weren't. But even if I did like him that way, it wouldn't be any of your business, now, would it? Stay out of it, Blaine." And with that, he stomped out of the room.
Blaine leaned back in his seat and sighed. "Right. Sorry." They finished their work in silence until, in groups of twos and threes, students started to head up to their beds. Blaine lingered in the common room long after the last person had gone, watching the snowflakes swirl outside the window. He needed to clear his mind – to just not think about anything for a while. The snow calmed him. He rested his head against the back of the sofa and closed his eyes tightly, willing himself to just stop thinking. His breathing evened out and deepened, and he fell into an uneasy sleep.
He awoke in the middle of the night to find a blanket draped over him and a piece of parchment stuck to his forehead. He peeled off the note and squinted at it, trying to read it through the little light coming from the fireplace.
I'm sorry about earlier – I shouldn't have snapped. I'll make it up to you, I promise. We'll spend a lot more time together, okay? You're still my best friend, no matter what. Come up to the dormitory when you wake up and read this. Your neck will get cramped if you sleep on the couch all night, and then you'll be all grumpy in the morning. I've seen "cranky Blaine". He is not a person I particularly enjoy. ~ Kurt
Blaine's heart warmed a little. No matter how much they fought, he knew they would always forgive each other. Because that's what best friends do.
Blaine pierced his eggs with his fork, muttering under his breath as he did so. He had woken up with a headache, and his mood was only darkened when he found that Kurt had already left for breakfast without him. It wasn't that he had left him – it was who he had left him for. He glared at where Kurt and the scar-clad boy were sitting with his two friends – the ginger and the know-it-all. He probably wouldn't have even cared (liar) if it weren't for the fact that he was leaving for Winter Break that day. Kurt had opted to stay at Hogwarts that year, just to "have the experience" as he'd said. So, Blaine would be taking the Hogwarts Express with Wes and David. He had hoped to spend as much time with Kurt as possible before he left. He stabbed a piece of bacon with unnecessary force and it shot out from under his fork, flying off the table.
"Whoa, you okay man?" David asked worriedly.
"'m fine," Blaine grunted.
"You sure?" Wes persisted.
"Yes," he said flatly. He pushed away from the table. "C'mon guys, it's nearly time to go." Kids were beginning to vacate their seats and trickle into the entrance hall. Blaine led David and Wes into the crowd, anxious to get home so he could finally relax. The crowd was moving out the doors and towards the horseless carriages that would take them to Hogsmeade Station. He heard his name being called from behind him, but he ignored it. He got into one of the carriages with Wes and David, both of them watching him warily.
"I think I heard Kurt calling you," Wes said after an awkward silence. "He probably wants to say goodbye."
"I'll see him after break," Blaine replied indifferently. Wes and David shared a look.
He promised, he thought bitterly. He promised he'd make it up to me. He promised we'd spend more time together. And this is what he does? Our last morning together before weeks of not seeing one another, and he blows me off? Some best friend he is.
The carriages rolled forward, starting their slow decent to the station. As they traveled further and further away from the castle, the shouting of his name could still be heard in the distance.
He never looked back.
Aww, Blaine, I'm sorry I torture you so. :'( How come my writing never ends the way I envision it? Oh, well. It works. R&R?
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P.S. Quick question - at what point would this be considered a crossover? Or is it already? Your input would be helpful. (: Thanks in advance!
