A/N: So there's no confusion, the second part switches to mostly Kurt's pov.


Blaine wasn't having a very good day. He was late to his first class because he was trying to finish up his essay that was due. I mean, two rolls of parchment and only one night to do it? Seriously? It was only the second day of school for Merlin's sake! And Professor Vector was insanely strict, so she gave Blaine detention for later that evening. Then in Transfiguration, they had began doing Human Transfiguration. Very difficult, and no where near as easy as turning basic inanimate-animate objects into the other. They were supposed to be transforming one of their arms into a tentacle. Blaine eventually managed to accomplish it, the one and only to do so out of all his present classmates. Jeff was frustrated that he couldn't get it and thought it'd be hilarious to try to turn Blaine's other arm into a tentacle, even though Jeff hadn't managed to even pull it off on himself. He didn't succeed in doing so, but he did end up setting Blaine's arm of his sweater on fire. He had his robes off, them hanging on the coat hook in the classroom, as did everyone else for better access to their arms. So before he could get the fire out completely, it singed through the material and burned his skin a little. He swore loudly before finally eliminating all the fire. Absolutely fuming, he flicked his wand to Jeff and stunned him, Jeff impacting roughly into the desk next to theirs. He was quite fine though, and Blaine didn't get in trouble for it. He explained to Professor Fawcett what Jeff had done. All she did was roll her eyes, stated that Jeff merely deserved it, and sent Blaine to the infirmary. Madam Pomfrey healed him quickly, but his skin still stung a bit. So she gave him something for the pain and sent him on his way. And lastly, he hadn't seen Kurt at all today.

Classes rotated, meaning certain lessons on certain days, then it repeated. He had Charms, History of Magic, Advanced Ancient Runes and Astronomy on Monday and Wednesday; and Arithmancy, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Transfiguration and Potions on Tuesday and Thursday. He also had 2 free periods each day. Being a sixth year, you didn't have as many classes, which Blaine loved, but the work was much more difficult. Sixth and seventh years also got the entirety on Friday off, to "catch up on all their studies", unless you took extra classes. The only extra class Blaine took was Music, so that's all he had on Friday. Many of his friends had signed up for it too. Wes, David and Blaine decided during their first day back that they'd just schedule quidditch practices whenever they could on Fridays, after Music. Blaine had Charms, History of Magic and Astronomy with Kurt. And they had the same free periods as well. So far, today, Blaine had no classes with him. He didn't see him during his earlier free period either, but that hardly meant much. It was a gigantic school, and Kurt was most likely in his commons at the time. He had another free period now before his last lesson of the day, Potions. He decided to spend it outside, needing some alone time. It wasn't just the little unfortunate things that happened today getting him down. Blaine was just considerably unhappy with his life lately, and he was so tired of it. He was normally a very confident, vivacious and carefree type of person. Blaine was scared, he hated feeling less and less like himself everyday. He needed a change. He also needed time to stand still for a moment.

Blaine strolled over to the beech tree near the black lake. It was probably his most favorite place at Hogwarts. He always came to rest underneath the tree, gazing off into the distance of the sparkling water, the sky; when he wanted to just relax, think, or just be alone. He sat there for nearly twenty minutes when he felt someone sit down beside him. Blaine started a little and looked to his left, genuinely surprised at who he saw.

"Hey stranger."

A gigantic smile spread across Blaine's face. He had missed his voice. "Hello, Kurt."

"I saw you sulking here all alone and thought I'd come bother you." Kurt winked at him.

Blaine chuckled, "Well thank you for gracing me with your presence. And I'm not sulking."

"Oh? It looks like sulking to me. Total sulk face is on, full force."

Kurt bumped Blaine's shoulder with his playfully, eliciting another giggle from the boy. "Well, if I was sulking, I'm not now." Blaine gazed into Kurt's eyes, still smiling, "I'm glad you're talking to me. I figured maybe you were pissed, that you wouldn't want anything to do with me anymore, with all that crap that happened yesterday."

Blaine's scrutiny was so strong, so sincere, Kurt had to look away. But his smile didn't falter. "I was never mad at you, Blaine. And your friends actually cornered me a few minutes ago and apologized." Blaine's eyes widened immediately with worry, but before he could speak, Kurt continued, "It's okay, don't worry. They were actually surprisingly polite, given how obnoxious they were yesterday. And seemed sincere enough." Blaine visibly relaxed, "They told me how you nearly murdered them, and also told me to speak to you stat before you actually ended up fulfilling said murder. I then asked where you were, and they told me I'd probably find you here since you have a free period. They said you like to come here when you're.." Kurt locked his eyes with Blaine's again, they looked upset, "when you're..sad."

Blaine bit his lip and feasted his eyes on the water again. It looked like glass, shiny black glass. The sun shone bright and hot, the clouds fluffy and white against the blue sky, surrounding the castle's magnificent architecture. It was so beautiful. "I love coming here. It's so peaceful and-" he stared back into the beautiful blue eyes he was beginning to adore, they were sparkling more than the water was, "gorgeous."

The corner of Kurt's mouth pulled up into a smile, "Yeah. Yeah, it is."

Blaine rested his head against the tree, smiling and never letting his eyes stray away from Kurt. "I don't just come here when I'm sad. I come here for many reasons, some times to simply enjoy the outdoors. It's my favorite place to just be." Blaine shrugged.

Kurt's eyes shot around, drinking in the beautiful scenery, "I can definitely see the appeal."

A full on battle could of happened on the grounds, whilst the giant squid swam onto the shore tap dancing, and Blaine wouldn't have noticed. He couldn't tear his eyes away from Kurt. His head lay on the tree trunk next to Blaine's, eyes closed, clearly enjoying the way the sun felt on his skin. His hair in the orangish light was so vibrant, and shining, the browns not dull in any way. His pale skin looked so soft, and remarkably flawless. His pink lips were slightly parted, also incredibly soft looking. Blaine needed to look away from them before he decided to see how delectable they obviously would taste. He carried his eyes lower.. More of his delicious, pale neck was exposed then Blaine had ever seen. He didn't have his school sweater or robes on. His upper body was only clad in his white uniform shirt, low cut v-neck sweater vest and Slytherin tie. The first couple buttons undone, and tie loosened. Blaine could see his collarbone, and he very much wanted to touch. And not just with his hands. Okay, this didn't help the 'Holy shit, I want to devour you so fucking bad with my lips' problem. He tore his eyes away, though with much difficulty, and kept traveling downward. Kurt's left hand rested on his bent, right thigh. Holding the notebook he saw him flicking through yesterday there, with this thumb. God. His. Fucking. Thighs. And holy shit, he's wearing those tight black jeans and knee-high boots again. Alright, still definitely not helping. Blaine shifted, trying to compose himself, and darted his eyes back up to Kurt's face. His eyes were still closed, eyelashes long and splayed against his cheeks. Blaine thought maybe he fell asleep. But then Kurt's eyelashes fluttered a little, his tongue darting out to lick at his lips and a low content hum sounded in his throat. Blaine wanted him so badly. Jesus christ, he is breathtakingly stunning.

Kurt's eyes popped open wide, looking over at Blaine, "W-What?"

Shit. Did I say that last part out loud? Fuck, he's probably gonna run away from me any second now.

Blaine tugged on his scarlet and gold scarf. "Oh, nothing. I didn't say anything." He couldn't bring himself to look at Kurt now, a blush growing darker and darker on Blaine's cheekbones.

"Yes you did. If I heard correctly, you said I was, quote, 'breathtakingly stunning'."

Damn him, Blaine thought. Kurt had usually seemed so shy, but now he was actually teasing him.

"Did not."

"Did too."

"You're hearing things."

"Nope, sorry. Positive you said it. It happened."

"Shut up."

"You're cute when you blush."

Blaine released his face from his hands and finally looked back at Kurt. "I do?" he smiled.

Kurt chuckled and narrowed his eyes, a tinge of blush visible on his cheeks, "Maaaybe."

Blaine's smile got even bigger, trying extremely hard to hold back the giggle fit that wanted to burst from him. "Maybe, huh? Then I still don't know what you're talking about. You're delusional."

Kurt rolled his eyes and groaned. "Ugh, fine. Yes, you are painfully adorable."

A smug grin formed on Blaine's face. Success!

"Well, in that case, I did say you are breathtakingly stunning."

"I know," Kurt giggled again. He looked down at his hands nervously before asking, "So.. I apologize if I'm overstepping, or assuming, or whatever.. But I was nearly one hundred percent positive you were straight, but now I'm not so sure." He ended it sounding like a question, eyes finding Blaine's again, waiting for his answer.

Blaine laughed. Loudly. "Wait, what?" Kurt's brows furrowed, mouth pulling into a slight frown. "I'm sorry, it's just- No, I'm gay. I thought it was obvious?"

"No, actually. I really had no idea until you just now confirmed so."

"Really?"

"Yeah, I mean.. I guess I just assumed you were straight because, the first time I saw you, you were holding hands with that girl.."

Blaine didn't know why he felt so much satisfaction from Kurt remembering the first night they laid eyes on each other. For some reason, he figured Kurt would just forget, wouldn't remember a weird looking little hobbit like him.I'm nothing special, anyway. Like Kurt. He chuckled. "No, no. That's just Lauren, my best friend. She's my everything. But I'm very much gay, I promise you." He finished with a wink.

Kurt inwardly sighed, relieved. But all Blaine saw was Kurt nodding, giving him a soft smile.

"Wait. You are too, right?" Blaine jerked his head quickly, looking questioningly at him. Now Kurt burst out laughing. "What's so funny?"

Kurt began to calm his laughing to mere chuckles, running a hand through his hair, "I don't know. Just the way you looked, like you were worried about my answer, it was funny. And I guess I always assume it's obvious to people, which it normally is. So it just seemed ridiculous that you had no idea. But yes, I am."

Blaine just nodded, but was inwardly doing a happy dance. Kurt's gay. Kurt is gay, and seems to be a bit flirty with me. Today's not such a bad day after all.

A few minutes of comfortable silence went by, both boys consumed with their thoughts. Blaine bored his eyes into Kurt's for a moment before speaking, "Thank you."

"For what?"

"For cheering me up. You were right earlier, I wasn't having such a good day. I was indeed sulking." They chuckled together.

"My pleasure, Mr. Anderson."

They heard the sound of students growing louder and both looked towards the castle.

Blaine sighed, "Well, time to go back to the real world."

Kurt giggled, Blaine adored that cute as hell sound, "The real world? What was this past hour of your life, then?"

"I dunno. It just seemed so perfect, so magical, like it wasn't real."

Kurt rolled his eyes at Blaine's cheesiness, but would never admit that it actually sent butterflies fluttering like mad in his stomach. Even if that statement had actually nothing to do with him. A man could dream. "Alright Mr. Cheesy Pants, lets go to class."

Blaine quickly stood up first, holding a hand out to Kurt to help him up. Kurt grabbed his hand, both secretly not wanting to let go, but they did anyway.

Blaine folded his arms across his chest to keep from reaching out again and began walking towards the castle. "What class do you have this period?"

"Potions."

"Cool, me too!"

Kurt laughed at him, "You're so excited. You're like a puppy!"

Blaine fake pouted, "Shut up."

Kurt giggled again, then surveyed Blaine closely. He still had a distant look in his eyes, and Kurt was worried. "Are you gonna tell me what has you so upset?" Blaine immediately looked wary, eyes shifting down to his feet. "I-I don't mean to pry, I swear. You don't have to tell me if you don't want to. I just.. I don't like to see my friends sad."

Blaine grinned slightly, "I'm fine, really. I just-I don't really want to talk about it. But.." he latched his eyes onto Kurt's, "maybe one day I will." Kurt smiled sadly, nodding. Blaine linked his arm with Kurt's, "C'mon. Let's go brew some silly potions."


The next two days went quite the same. Class, studying, homework and Blaine. They were becoming fast friends. Sitting next to each other in all the lessons they had together, chatting every chance they could. They hadn't hung out outside of class again, yet, because they were both frustratingly busy. Kurt had made a few other friends in Slytherin house; but only four days of this school year had passed so far, so he wasn't particularly close to anyone yet. Well, maybe besides Blaine. They weren't considerably close just yet either, but he did spend the most time with him. It was now Friday, and the only class Kurt had today was Music. He was immensely excited for this class, more than any other. Singing was Kurt's life, among fashion and his dad of course, and couldn't wait to outshine everyone in the club. He knew Blaine would be attending this class as well. He had mentioned it when they were discussing with each other the things they loved to do, in potions class, on Tuesday. But Kurt didn't know who else would be joining them in there. Music wasn't scheduled until eleven. So Kurt, being the early bird he was, thought he'd head to the library to work on his Potion's essay for the next hour. He took one more swig of Pumpkin juice from his goblet and rose from the Slytherin table. He clutched his bag, finally setting off on a brisk pace towards the library.

Kurt arrived, shocked at the amount of students littering the tables, chairs and even the floors, with their bodies. Damn, he complained to himself, I'll never find a fucking seat. He began searching for any clear space to settle in without disturbing anyone else, but it was hopless. Maybe if I go towards the back area it won't be so bad. He trotted to the very back wall, inspecting his nails as he did so. I need to give myself a manicure, stat. He turned the corner, deciding to just sit on the floor in between the shelves. Next he knew, he was tumbling to the ground after colliding with another warm body.

"Shit! I'm so sorry! Here, let me hel-" Kurt looked up at the familiar voice. "Kurt. Hey!"

"Why hello there. And thank you so much, I was really hoping to suffer from a concussion today."

Blaine chuckled, helping Kurt up. "I'm sorry. I was reading something and wasn't looking where I was going."

"Obviously." Kurt raised his eyebrow and smirked. "It's alright, I forgive you. I was coming back here to work on my Potions essay, It's a complete madhouse in here."

"I know, I was beginning to feel claustrophobic, which I'm not in the first place. So you know it's bad if even I feel it!" He finished picking Kurt's things up for him that dropped, handing them back to him. "And then I decided to come back here to seek refuge, also."

They giggled and settled against the bookshelf together on the floor, opening up their bags and extracting the rest of their essentials they needed. Kurt looked down to Blaine's parchment he had flattened in his lap. "What are you working on? Potions essay as well? I can't believe how much work the Professors are already assigning us. Aren't they supposed to go easy on you the first week back? You know, ease you back in painlessly before you're already wanting to go mad and curse the back of their heads when they aren't looking?" Kurt huffed. Ugh, he was so annoyed.

Blaine couldn't help but grin at him, nearly failing trying to hold back a giggle. "They didn't work you to the bone like this at Durmstrang, I'm assuming?"

Kurt sighed and let his head fall back onto the book case, closing his eyes. "Not really. I mean, there the work was harder, but we didn't get as much assigned to us as we do here. It's exhausting, and the week isn't even over yet."

"You'll get the hang of it, I promise. You're a smart guy." He nudged Kurt with his shoulder, both of them wearing matching grins. Blaine was so good looking, especially when he smiled. His smiles were contagious, always so charming and so real. "I'm working on a song I've been writing."

Kurt was confused at the sudden change in subject, staring at Blaine questioningly. "You asked me if I was working on my Potions essay. But it's just some silly lyrics I've been jotting down that have been knocking around in my mind lately. I enjoy songwriting."

Blaine wrote songs. Hmm, why is that so attractive? I wonder if he plays any instruments too. "Can I hear it? Your song?"

Blaine moved his eyes from Kurt to stare at his lap, hand fiddling with a quill. He looked a little uncomfortable. "Um, I've never shared any of the songs I've written with anybody. I guess I'm always too self-conscious and embarrassed about them. It's not finished yet, anyway." He flashed Kurt another smile, then tucked his lyrics into the satchel lying next to him. Kurt wasn't offended the least bit. He understood that it took a lot for someone to share something like that with another person. If Kurt had the fortunate ability to write lines of beautiful expression and poetry, he'd be extremely hesitant to share it too. "So, besides the obvious desire to risk using an illegal spell to torture the Professors, how are you? Made any other friends besides little old me yet?"

Kurt slapped Blaine's arm playfully. "Of course I have. How could someone as fabulous as me not have a flock of people gravitating my way?" He finished with a cocky smirk, shooting it Blaine's way. Blaine giggled and nodded in agreement, Kurt joining in. "I've met a few people who I wouldn't mind hanging around with, two specifically. A girl named Santana and this guy named Scorpius."

Blaine nodded again, but this time in recognition. "Ah yes, Santana. She can be a lot to handle, that one."

"You know her, then?"

"Oh yeah. I know Scorpius also, but not well. Santana and Lauren had 'a thing' going on last year. So she was always around. And she's quite hard to ignore in the first place, with her personality being so 'out there' like it is."

Kurt raised is eyebrows and tilted his head. "Wait, Lauren and Santana? I thought Lauren was straight?"

Blaine shrugged. "She doesn't put a label on herself, really. She will always just say she likes who she likes. But she has dated more males than females. I would categorize her and Santana as just a lot of attraction and sex. They did like each other, but weren't in love or anything."

"Ah, I see. But isn't Lauren not particularly fond of us Slytherins?"

Blaine hesitated, beginning to look nervous. "She didn't used to care. A lot has changed since then though." Kurt wanted to know what Blaine meant so badly, but he could tell Blaine really really didn't want to talk about it. So Kurt just ignored his curiosity that was gnawing at him, not wanting to upset Blaine.

"So...I decided to try out for the Quidditch team."

Blaine brightened up immediately at the mention of his favorite sport. "That's awesome! What position?"

"Seeker. I played at Durmstrang as well, never lost a game." Kurt finished smugly.

Blaine smirked, "Well, if you make the team, looks like you and I will be immensely trying to prove who's the better seeker when we compete against each other on the field. I wouldn't get too cocky though, I've never lost a game either."

Kurt snorted. "Please. I'll have you and your team sobbing into each other's shoulder pads within the first ten minutes. Bring it on, sweetheart." Both boys continued staring at each other seriously for a few more seconds before crumbling into hushed snickers. "Anyway, that's how I met Santana and Scorpius, since they're on the team. I was practicing a bit when the field wasn't occupied when they both showed up. They told me to try out since the Seeker was the only spot they needed filling. I said I had already planned to, and then they introduced me to the rest of the team."

Blaine stiffened a little at his words. He had almost forgotten who the Slytherin captain was. Was it still..? He had to ask. "Who else is on the team? I'm just curious if it's changed from last year."

Kurt looked away thoughtfully, pressing a finger to his lips. "Umm, let's see.. their names were Rachel, Quinn, Samuel and Jesse if I remember correctly."

Blaine closed his eyes, trying his best not to show the hatred and nervousness he was feeling. He was still captain then. Blaine didn't honestly think it would have changed, but he'd still hoped. Blaine didn't want Jesse anywhere near Kurt. But he couldn't exactly tell Kurt that. He opened his eyes to look at him. "Well I have no doubt you will make the team. You have to let me know how it goes."

The bell rang, causing them both to jump. They were silent in that moment, as was the entire library, so it sounded louder than usual. They began packing their things away and Blaine stood up first to help Kurt up. Again.

Kurt sighed. "Blaine, you're ridiculous. I don't need help getting up. I'm perfectly capable of doing so myself, I'm not a girl."

Blaine chuckled, not retreating his hand back from where it was still waiting for Kurt to take it. "I know that, Kurt. I'm just being a gentleman. It's who I am."

Kurt rolled his eyes, annoyed, but only somewhat. Half of him thought it was incredibly endearing as well. He took his hand, their fingers lingering together a fraction longer than what was normal, when letting go. They walked to Music together, filling it with small talk.


A/N: Don't worry lovelies! I'm not skipping over their first Music lesson. That will be the beginning of the next chapter. And btw, Scorpius isn't Draco's son Scorpius. I just like the name, so I named one of my OC's that. I hope y'all are still with me! :)