In which Blaine and Kurt end up despising each other, helping each other, and falling in love with each other, all under the backdrop of the magical school we all love.

Finn is beyond pissed.

He's beyond rational reason, he's beyond cognitive thought process.

So he doesn't really know what he's doing, really, when he throws open the door of the nearly empty Transfiguration classroom and himself into a chair beside Sebastian Smyth. The Slytherin doesn't even look up from his parchment; he keeps writing and, with the air of someone so totally not interested in Finn's presence, drawls: "There's nothing you could say right now that could have any consequence to me. Go away."

"Look, it's about Kurt Hummel. I think I -"

"Oh, now I really want to help you. Seriously, you've struck a chord." The sarcasm in his voice stings; he slides his parchment into his bag and stands up. Finn, stumbling over his own feet, struggles to follow him as the Slytherin quickens his pace out of the classroom.

"It's about Blaine, too!" Sebastian's steps falter, his pace slowing, but he's still walking away. Finn plants his feet into the stone floor and tries one more time. "I'm trying to ruin his relationship."

Sebastian stops completely and executes a perfect pivot; he's in Finn's personal space before he even registers that the boy is walking back to him. "And why assume that I'd help you do that?"

"Because you're manipulative and sneaky and you've wanted into Blaine's pants since fourth year."

"True." He reaches up and brushes invisible lint off Finn's shoulder. "I never took you for a homewrecker, Finn Hudson. Kinda hot."

"I'm not!" He says quickly, taking a step back. "I don't want to hurt anyone's feelings."

"Yet, you want to destroy Klaine's relationship."

"Klaine?"

"It's easier than saying Kurt and Blaine. Stop trying to change the subject."

"I'm not!" He swallows and smoothes down the front of his robes, trying to regain control of the conversation. "I just…I don't think Kurt is right for Blaine. And vice versa. They're enemies! I know Blaine's going to hurt him, he always does with his relationships, and Kurt's such a nice guy and it's just not f—"

"Stop babbling." Sebastian gives him a sharp slap on the cheek that makes him blink furiously and step back again. "Fine. I'll help you. But is there any other reason, other than the one about Blaine hurting Kurt and blah blah blah, that you want to destroy their current happiness?"

Finn thinks back to the conversation in the library, to Kurt's lips pressed against Blaine's throat, to the fact that he could have been happy, and swallows. "He'll be happier with someone else."

Kurt's blissful happiness lasts for about two peaceful days.

And then Santana catches him on his way down to the Quidditch pitch.

"Hey, porcelain!"

"Santana?"

She matches his pace easily, and together they step toward the green and silver flag flying over the three hoops. "Not that it really matters and not that you care, I'm obligated as your captain to tell you that we've gained a new Seeker."

"What was wrong with Jackson?"

"He took a mysterious tumble onto the second floor window."

"Santana!"

"It wasn't me!" She lifts both her hands. "Anyway, we're having a double practice in order to work with him."

He hears the echo of his promise to Blaine, the one about meeting him in Gryffindor Tower before dinner, and presses his lips together. A double practice meant he wouldn't be back in the castle until midnight, at the earliest. "I'm guessing that it's mandatory?"

"Do you even need to ask?"

"I was just hoping that I'd be able to spend time with B –"

"Stop talking. I just baby barfed."

He sighs and runs a hand through his perfect hair. "Fine. Who's the new guy?"

"Some kid that constantly makes me want to punch him. He's a damn good Seeker, though." She tilts her head a little and after a second, adds, "He has a funny meerkat face."

Kurt stops in his tracks. "Sebastian Smyth?"

"Probably. I wasn't listening when he announced himself." She keeps walking, but she sends a little glance over her shoulder to take in his paled expression. "What? Do you have some creepy gay crush on him or something?"

He shakes his head, snaps himself out of it, and hurries to catch up with her. "No, he's just…He's kind of promiscuous."

"So? Half the team screwed each other before the first game." She shrugs. "Plus, I'm your captain."

"I know, but –"

"Wait, does this have something to do with Blanderson?"

Kurt blushes red. "No!"

Santana takes his arm and drags him around to face her, brown eyes searching his face. "It does! It totally does. Did they fuck?"

"What? No!" The blush has creeped up his neck. "I don't think so, at least. They only went out once and it wasn't a big deal!"

She just stares at him with an oddly compassionate look on her face and then claps him on the shoulder, saying, "Stop looking so pathetic, Hummel. We'll keep an eye on him. Don't worry."

Blaine's staring at the Common Room ceiling, releasing and re-catching the snitch he'd caught in third year. Every now and then, he'd glance down the watch on his wrist. One thirty, a.m. He sighs and lets the snitch fly a little too far. It zooms overhead, circling the room.

"Blaine?" There's awkward shuffling and then someone sits down beside him on the red velvet couch. "Why're you up so late?"

He doesn't even have to look up to know it's Finn; the boy's dopey voice and the way he's rubbing his palms on the front of his jeans is enough. "I had a date with Kurt."

"In the Common Room?"

"Obviously."

There's a few seconds of silence and then, "He didn't show?"

And suddenly Blaine doesn't like the way Finn's being so pushy, so curious. "I'm sure he had a good reason."

"Maybe."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Blaine straightens now, eyes narrowed, arms crossed over his chest. Finn holds up his hands innocently, brown eyes locked carefully onto Blaine's rather livid face. He thinks that it's maybe the first time that Finn's ever looked at him with something other than lethargic friendliness. Now, though, there's considerable coldness between them. There's something bitter and destructive in his face that Blaine doesn't know how to respond to, except to say, "What's your issue?"

Finn drops his eyes and shrugs one passive shoulder. "No issue, dude."

"Really? Because you seem like you want to hit me," He says, catching the Snitch with one hand as it passes by his right ear.

"Look, Blaine. I've known Kurt longer than you, I know him better than you. When you were hexing him every day, I was the one that helped fix it." He swallows thickly and stands up, his tall figure hovering over Blaine. "I don't think you guys are going to last very long and, when you end up hurting him, I'll be here to help him fix it. Understand?"

Blaine opens his mouth to argue, to insist that he's wrong and they're going to last a long time and he loves Kurt more than anything, but his throat runs dry. He can't find the right words and Finn knows it, because he gives the smallest of lopsided sneers and turns to walk back up to the dormitories, leaving Blaine sitting alone in the Common Room, playing with his golden snitch.

Kinda short. :/ Sorry, guys.

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