Blaine stabbed his eggs with his fork, chuckling at the ridiculous conversation his friends were having. On the inside, though, he was a little distraught. When he had entered the great hall this morning, he scanned the entirety of it, looking for the blue-eyed boy he was clearly now obsessing over. Blaine had no clue what the hell was wrong with him, he didn't even know this person. Didn't know his name, how his voice sounded or even if he was real. He started to wonder if he'd imagined him, but he eventually dismissed that thought, there's no way. He couldn't imagine someone as beautiful as that boy all by himself. Also if that was true, imagining all of this so vividly would only mean he was going mental. And well, he didn't very much fancy being insane and spending the rest of his life at the psych ward in St. Mungo's. But it had been thirty minutes and he still had yet to see him.
"Dude, are you okay? You look lost. And who do you keep looking for?"
Blaine snapped his head to Jeff, who he realized was the one who had spoken to him. Before he could reply, Wes chimed in, "Yeah man, you look like a lost little puppy."
Everyone chuckled, and Blaine tried to keep a smile on his face, "I'm not looking for anyone, I'm just zoning out I guess. Still a bit tired.."
No one appeared convinced, and Lauren stared at him with worry clearly etched on her face. Blaine waved his hand dismissively only for her to see, and communicated with his eyes that he'd tell her later. She returned a look that said 'You fucking better or I'll kick you in the nads'. Wes, for once, addressed Blaine seriously, "Is it.." he shifted his eyes around cautiously, "Is it Jesse? Are you trying to make sure you stay clear of him? It had better be, because if it's for the opposite reason and you're trying to become mates again, I will personally throw you into a pit of blast-ended skrewts naked."
Blaine stiffened at the name mentioned, while Lauren looked as though she was ready to punch him for even thinking that name. But by the time Wes was done he was calm again. "No, it's not about Jes- him. It's not him. I told you I'm just zoning out. I'm not yet attuned to waking up this early. You know that I sleep until noon nearly every day during the summer." None of them looked as if they believed him, still, and Blaine huffed angrily, "Look guys, just drop it alright? It's not about Jesse and I'm actually planning on not even looking at him this entire year, let alone speak to him. So you can save the lectures."
Blaine dropped his fork to his plate and crossed his arms, looking away from his friends. They all finally tore their worried stares away from him, Wes quite reluctantly, and continued conversing. Lauren didn't rejoin the conversation, but she didn't ask Blaine anything either, for which he was grateful. Blaine started to get up and leave, but quickly decided against it, when he saw him. The boy. He very much wanted to learn this boy's name, so he could quit referring to him as 'the boy'. Anyway, there he was, in all his flawless glory. He looked as perfect as he last saw him. Hell, maybe even more perfect. Blaine remembered there was something he really needed to know, but he couldn't tear his eyes away from his lovely face. Blaine wished he'd come closer to his table so he could see all his glorious features better. Table..right. He needed to know what table he was going to sit at; what house he belonged to. Blaine finally tore his eyes away from his face and traveled them downward.
Green and silver.
Blaine's heart sank.
Fuck. Fuck everything.
Blaine's eyes shut slowly. He told himself he wouldn't care, but he couldn't help the overwhelming disappointment that flowed throughout his body, his mind, his heart.
He opened his eyes and didn't have to search far to find where the boy went to. He was sitting at the Slytherin table, sipping something from a goblet and flicking through a notebook. Blaine stared at him in wonder. Why were such simple tasks intriguing to him? He didn't know, but it didn't surprise him. Because this boy was different somehow..and interesting. Blaine knew without speaking to him that he was someone he had to get to know as soon as possible, or he'd regret it. Blaine finally built up the courage to go over and introduce himself, not caring what his friends would say about him visiting the Slytherin table. But as soon as he stood up, so did mostly everyone else. Damn, must be time for class. His watch confirmed this.
Blaine picked up his bag and immediately shuffled toward the exit, hoping to catch up with the Slytherin he so desperately wanted to know. But there were people everywhere, and he couldn't spot him. Why. Why was the world determined to keep Blaine from speaking to him. Or hell, even seeing him for more than five seconds. Blaine sighed, pulled his bag more snugly on his shoulder and began the lengthy walk to his first lesson.
He entered Charms class and sat in his usual seat. Wes and David entering after him, making their way to the table next to Blaine's. He greeted them with a nod, while Wes blew him a kiss, and David wiggled his fingers at him in a very feminine way. Blaine rolled his eyes, but laughed genuinely. His best friends were nuts, but he loved them all the same.
He averted his gaze back to the front and his heart jumped into his throat. He did not expect to see him again so soon. And he was headed straight towards Blaine. Oh my god, Blaine be cool. Why was he freaking the hell out?
"This seat taken?"
Blaine's stomach was doing funny things again, fluttering about like mad. His voice was so fucking angelic, and well..beautiful. Blaine realized he used this word to describe everything about him a great deal. But he couldn't help it, it was entirely true.
Blaine realized he was just staring open-mouthed again, and the boy was looking at him with a weird expression. Oh, right..he asked Blaine a question. You're not making a very appealing first impression. Say something Blaine, you idiot, you look like an idiot. "N-no. Of course, please join me."
Blaine gave him his most charming smile and motioned with his hands to the stool next to him. He dropped his bag to the floor and settled onto the stool, a matching grin on his face.
"Um, hi. I'm Blaine, Blaine Anderson." He held his hand out and the boy took it, shaking it gently. Blaine's breath quietly hitched as he felt little tingles all over his body, and marveled at how soft his skin was. Wow. Blaine's eyes hadn't left his face since he sat down. He was so close and could see him perfectly. Oh my god, he's so attractive. Blaine needed to calm his hormones. And his brain needed to shut up before he missed him speak his name.
"Kurt Hummel."
Kurt. Kurt. He finally knew his name, and he decided that he loved it.
They released each others hands, both still grinning. "Well Kurt, I see you're a Slytherin. Well..I..obviously, you're you know, um.." Blaine gestured to Kurt's uniform. God, when did he become so inarticulate? He sounded ridiculous. Kurt smirked at him, eyebrows raised.
Blaine cleared his throat, "I just mean..I've never seen you here before. Did you transfer from somewhere?" Nice one Blaine, he obviously transferred from somewhere. What a dumb question.
If Kurt thought he was an idiot, he didn't express it. He just kept smiling at Blaine, and answered him, "Yes, this is my first year here. I attended Durmstrang before. But I.. didn't enjoy it there very much. So my Dad and I moved, and here I am."
Blaine noticed the slight pause and hardness in Kurt's eyes, but he didn't bring it up. He wasn't tactless. This conversation seemed to be going pretty well, and he didn't want to screw it up.
So he just nodded slightly, "Durmstrang, huh? But, wait-" his brows furrowed, "that's in Russia, right? You don't have a Russian accent.."
Kurt's eyes softened again, a tiny giggle escaping him at Blaine's confused face, "I was born here, and lived in Wiltshire for 10 years. I had planned to begin my education at Hogwarts, but we moved to Bulgaria when I was eleven. And we still visited our home here every holiday, so..yeah." Kurt cocked his head a bit to the side and shrugged. "My native accent just stuck. And even though I've lived here most of my life, I still hardly know anything about Hogwarts."
Blaine nodded again, smile never quite leaving his face. He was so ecstatic that he was finally talking to Kurt. "Nice. Well, you'll love it here, at Hogwarts. It's an incredible place-" he leaned forward a little, lowering his voice, "-and even though we sadly aren't in the same house, you seem like a cool guy. I'd still love to get to know you, and hopefully become friends." Blaine winked at him and sat up straight again. Enjoying how Kurt seemed to blush a little at the gesture.
Smiling, Kurt bit his lip and nodded, suddenly seeming a bit shy. "Well, even though you're clearly a Gryffindor, the first one I've properly met by the way, I'd love to become friends. And you seem pretty awesome, so.." he blushed some more, "I guess you're right."
Well, it was Blaine's turn to blush a little, unable to prevent the huge grin on his face from forming. Then Kurt spoke again, "Wait. I'm sorry, but I actually don't quite understand.. Why would being in different houses keep us from being friends?"
Blaine's smile vanished as Kurt looked at him curiously.
Blaine forgot that Kurt wouldn't know about the rivalry, the prejudice.
Shit. "Well, it wouldn't really.. It's just.. Gryffindor and Slytherin are a well know rivalry, or enemies. We've been taught to hate each other on principle. That's just how it's been from the beginning." Blaine shrugged, immediately feeling despair at the sadness in Kurt's features.
Kurt looked down at his fiddling hands, "Oh.. I didn't know.. I guess that's why Gryffindors have been steering clear of me and giving me odd looks." his eyes found Blaine's again, "Should-should I sit somewhere else, or-"
Blaine's eyes opened wide, Kurt already reaching for his bag, "No! No, look- I didn't mean-" he laid his hand on Kurt's that rested on his left thigh, "I personally think the whole rivalry nonsense is bullshit. I don't hate anyone just because of what house they belong to, I swear." Kurt nodded slightly, noticeably taking a deep breath. "I told you I wanted to get to know you, to be your friend-" Blaine continued, "And I meant it."
The corner of Kurt's mouth pulled up into a half smile, and looked down at their hands. Blaine's still touching his. Blaine didn't even realize he had done that, and quickly pulled his hand off his. But not so quick that it would offend him. It was so easy to be around Kurt, it was pure madness. But in the best way. It was like they got lost in their own world. Blaine knew he was going to love spending time with Kurt. If he wanted to, that is.
Blaine hurriedly tried to lighten the mood, "I just hope that the whole enemies thing won't rub off on you and you decide you'd rather eat multiple vomit flavored Bertie Bott's beans, and set your hair and eyebrows on fire, than be my friend." Blaine winked at him, and Kurt started giggling.
They both jumped a little when Professor Flitwick started speaking, beginning the lesson. They had forgotten where they were. They both quieted and faced the front, giving the Professor their attention. Well, feigning it anyway. Blaine couldn't stop smiling and chanced a glance at Kurt. He was still facing the front, twirling his quill around in his slender fingers. It was oddly mesmerizing. Blaine guessed Kurt could feel his eyes on him, because in the next second, he met his gaze. Their smiles grew even bigger and both looked away from the other at the same time. Blaine sensed someone else looking at him, and spotted Wes and David staring at the pair questioningly. Wes raised his eyebrow, a stern look now on his face.
Kurt noticed them staring as well, and peered over. They glared at Kurt, so strongly he should be terrified. But he didn't seem scared the least. He just looked them up and down, raised eyebrows, and let out a short laugh. Kurt then sighed and looked to the front again, his jaw clenched tight, but head held high.
Blaine glanced worriedly at Kurt, hoping his idiot friends hadn't offended him. His eyes and face were hard again, like he put on a mask. Blaine was suddenly furious, glaring back at Wes and David. He shook his head disappointedly at them, rolling his eyes, and finally looked away. Blaine ran a hand through his curls and kept it there, resting his elbow on the table. His eyes flickered to Kurt again. Kurt was looking at him already, expression unreadable. Blaine tried to give him an apologetic smile, but it probably looked more like a grimace.
It seemed Kurt recognized what he was trying to say though. He patted Blaine's hand and smiled slightly at him.
This may be more difficult than he thought.
Class ended much too soon and everyone stood, stowing their wands and books away. Kurt stood awkwardly, not knowing whether to wait for Blaine or not. He shifted his eyes over to Wes and David, who were closer now, obviously waiting for Blaine too. Blaine was finally done packing all his things away and looked up at Kurt, then at Wes and David.
"Coming Blaine?" Wes said, glaring quickly at Kurt again.
Blaine could not fucking believe his friends right now. He was about to tell them to fuck off, and quit being complete dicks, when Kurt spoke.
"I guess I'll just..I'll see you later, Blaine. It was lovely to meet you." He shot a small smile Blaine's way, then turned on his heel.
"No-Kurt, wait up!" Blaine started to follow him, but Wes grabbed Blaine's arm, stilling him.
"Blaine, dude..what the hell? Who is that?"
Blaine yanked his arm out of Wes' grasp. "What the fuck, Wes! Could you try not to be a huge ass to someone, you don't even know by the way, for once in your life?"
"But Blaine, he's a Slytherin!"
Blaine turned his glare to David, who had been silent until now, "So? I'm sorry if I don't judge someone and automatically loathe them just because of what house they're in."
Blaine stormed away from them before he did something to land him in detention. He was grateful he had a free period right now. He didn't think he'd be able to concentrate being this livid. He suddenly remembered with annoyance that they all had decided yesterday to use their free period today to begin practicing for their first quidditch match that was in two weeks. Ugh. He just wanted to get away from Wes and David right now. Damn it.
They didn't seem to take the hint, as they were now at his side again, not letting the argument go.
Wes spoke first, "I'm sorry, Blaine, but that's just how it is."
"Yes, I'm well aware. But that doesn't mean anything. You're hating someone for something they didn't choose. This is just the same as homophobia. Which sometimes I'm surprised, someone being gay, is something you don't have a problem with. Seeing as that is normally a bigger issue as a whole than where someone is placed in their school. Gays don't choose to be gay, and students don't choose their house. Plus, Kurt is different."
They followed Blaine outside, all heading towards the quidditch pitch. They made it inside the dressing room before Wes responded.
"That's not the same, and you know it. And I don't know if you've forgotten or not, but the last time you convinced us that a certain Slytherin was different, to trust him and befriend him, it turned out that I was right all along. You can't trust a Slytherin, Blaine."
Blaine hung up his robes and bag in his locker before slamming it shut, the loud clang startling the other two.
He turned sharply to them, "Don't you even dare begin to compare them! Jesse is one fucking person! And just because he is a terrible human being, who happens to be in Slytherin, doesn't make everyone else in that house automatically one as well! That would be like saying since you're obviously a prejudice prat, everyone else in Gryffindor house must be one too, eh?"
Wes sighed heavily, but didn't reply. David took this opportunity to speak again, before things got worse with his best friends, "Blaine, listen.. Yes, we aren't particularly fond of Slytherins. But this is us just mainly looking out for you, especially after what happened last time. We could both see the way you were looking at this Kurt kid, and we're worried. And how do you know he's different? He's obviously new, so you can't know that much about him."
Blaine couldn't explain why he knew Kurt was different. He just knew. His laugh, his eyes, just..everything about him screamed loveliness. And lovely he was, inside and out. But a part of Blaine knew David had a point. He really didn't know anything about Kurt. Was Blaine just blind by this unexpected, sudden lust? Was Blaine really the one being a prat? Yelling at his best friends, defending someone he barely knew? No. Blaine was right with everything he said. You shouldn't judge people without knowing who they are as a person. Well, that made Blaine think too. Should Blaine not just assume Kurt was a saint? He knew Kurt couldn't be perfect, no one was. But again, Blaine couldn't explain, he could just tell that Kurt wasn't a bad person. He had talked with him, and got a tiny sense of the boy who so captivated him.
"I don't know, David. I could just tell. I want to get to know him, and you can't stop me. I get that you guys are just looking out, and I appreciate it. But I don't even know if he's gay, or if he'd even be interested in me that way if he turns out to be. But if he is, and it ends up going the romantic route, I can take care of myself. And I would really like it if you would just give him a chance. You have no idea who he is, or what he's been through in his life. I'm not telling you to become best mates with him or anything. Just don't hate him, or anyone for that matter, unless they give you a legitimate reason to. Just trust me on this. Okay?"
He looked back and forth between his two friends with pleading eyes. David nodded and went over to pat Blaine firmly on the shoulder, smiling at him. Wes stared at Blaine for a few minutes, then let out a deep sigh.
"Fine. I don't know why you feel so strongly about this guy already, which is part of what terrifies me, but I'm sorry. And I promise, to make you happy, that I won't hate him..yet."
Wes smiled hugely, showing nearly all his teeth. Blaine rolled his eyes and smirked a little himself.
"That's good enough, I guess. I forgive you, but don't be surprised if I suddenly decide I want to be a Beater and club you on the side of the head. On accident, of course."
He plastered a ridiculous smile on his face now, and it was Wes' turn to roll his eyes, pushing Blaine out of the door.
"Bring it on, darling. I'm a badass, I can take it."
Blaine snickered, while David replied, "That's what she said."
