Quidditch.
Kurt Hummel wasn't quite sure what to make of the new Gryffindor Keeper.
Not only was he, put simply, a Gryffindor, but he kept shooting Kurt, Seeker for the Slytherin Quidditch team, these eyes. And he didn't know how to describe them; they were somewhat flirtatious, but not too sultry, and more of a playful stare than anything. But somewhere beneath the mischievous glint there was something of a admirable, awestruck emotion hidden in those lovely hazel orbs.
Lovely?
Kurt questioned his thoughts as his eyes scanned the clouds for the Snitch, He's a Gryffindor, Kurt. He is not lovely.
"Watch it, Hummel!"
Kurt glared at the neanderthal of a Gryffindor Bludger then continued looking. But it wasn't too long, when the Quaffle had travelled down to the opposite end of the field, that he felt those honey colored eyes following him around the field once more.
He did his best to shoot a menacing look in the boy's direction. Instead of looking embarrassed, however, the boy smiled.
Kurt, unsure of what to make of it, shot up into the clouds. He tried to convince himself that he was merely looking for the Snitch, but in reality, he was hoping the clouds would lessen the intensity of Blaine Anderson's gaze.
. . .
"Great job loosing, Lady Boy," Karofsky jeered. Kurt pretended that it didn't hurt when his back slammed against the wall.
Before he could regain himself and rejoin his teammates, he heard a soft voice calling from the entryway, "Are you alright, Kurt?"
The voice belonged to none other than Blaine Anderson.
"Fine," Kurt muttered, casting his gaze away from the shorter boy.
"You looked great on that broomstick."
Kurt had the feeling that comment wasn't meant to slip out. He turned his face slowly, eyeing Blaine with a fierce stare before he calmly asked, "I assume that's why you stared at me the entire game, then?"
He blushed and Kurt smirked.
"Well, yeah... I-I guess that's true," Blaine murmured bashfully. Before Kurt could make a snide remark Blaine looked up, and damn it, those eyes. "I was wondering, maybe, if you wanted to go to The Three Broomsticks with me sometime?"
Kurt Hummel, Slytherin or otherwise, would be damned if he said no to that. After all, how bad could a Gryffindor be?
A/N: In honor of AU!Klaine, day two of Klaine week. :D I hope I got all the terminology correct- it's been a while since I studied up on my Quidditch knowledge. And sorry if you're not a Potterhead and this made no sense whatsoever to you... I hope I didn't scare you away!
Prompt, quite obviously, is from myself. :P Thank you me! *pats self on back*
Review, prompt, and enjoy, my dears!