"Wait, seriously?"

Blaine and Kurt were walking somewhat swiftly to the Music classroom, which was located on the fifth-floor, enveloped in their own conversation. Kurt was looking at him incredulously, with a raised eyebrow. Blaine rolled his eyes; grin stretched wide on his face. "Yes, Kurt."

"Your favorite band is a muggle group called 'Spice Girls'?"

"At the moment, yes. My favorite is always changing. But they're an old group, they aren't together anymore."

"Wow. And here I thought I was the more flaming one of us two."

Blaine shoved his arm playfully. "Hey, shut it! You haven't even heard their music. Don't knock 'em till you heard 'em! They're brilliant!"

Kurt chuckled sarcastically and ran his hands over his robes, smoothing out any wrinkles. "Oh, I'm sure they are."

"Okay, Mr. My-Everything-Including-Musical-Preferences-Are-Far-Superior-Than-Yours, who's your favorite?"

Blaine turned his gaze to Kurt's face, watching his lips curve into a small smile.

"Celestina Warbeck."

Blaine's eyebrows shot up in surprise, not expecting that answer. Kurt moved his eyes to him when Blaine didn't respond, unleashing his token bitch-face upon seeing his reaction. "What? Why are you looking at me like that?"

Blaine put on the friendliest smile he could muster, not wanting to upset Kurt further. "I just didn't expect that answer from you, is all."

"Oh? And why is that?"

"Surely you know why.. Celestina is known as a popular singer amongst middle aged women. Most young people despise her; they think she's too cheesy."

"Yes, I'm well aware. But I'm not most people."

Blaine gazed at Kurt's flustered form fondly. "I know you aren't. I love that about you."

Kurt returned his stare silently for a few moments, smiling crookedly. "I guess you could say I can be quite the hopeless romantic. Her love songs are extraordinary." Blaine's smile grew, never letting his gaze move from Kurt's face; except for short moments to see where he was walking, of course. Blaine had never been too fond of Miss Warbeck, but he did enjoy her music on occasion. He opened his mouth to respond, but Kurt cut him off, "She was my Mum's favorite."

Blaine shut his mouth immediately, a sad smile forming to match Kurt's. Kurt told him about his mother, and her passing, during one of their many shared free periods. They had been on the topic of their families; Blaine, reluctantly, dishing about his parents first. He revealed how stern his parents were, his father more than his mother. John Anderson was head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. Which meant he was uptight and "quite the slimy arrogant prick", as Blaine had so kindly put it. His mother, Annette Anderson, was a Healer at St. Mungo's Hospital. He then revealed to Kurt how his father didn't accept his sexuality, which predictably stirred many problems between the three of them. Blaine hadn't gone into extensive detail, though. He didn't want Kurt, or anyone for that matter, to know how bad it frequently got. Lauren, whom he told absolutely everything to, didn't even know the extent of it all. His mother had never much had a problem with homosexuality, and occasionally tried to defend Blaine. But John ruled the family, and whatever he says, goes. Annette was stuck so far up her husband's ass, she rarely tried to protest anymore. When Blaine had finished, Kurt began to tell him about Burt Hummel. A broom-maker, who owned his own shop in Diagon Alley. He was apparently an extremely kind and loving man, who accepted Kurt for exactly who he was. Blaine would be lying if he said he wasn't jealous of Kurt and Burt's relationship. The jealousy grew and grew as the many childhood stories between them flowed from Kurt's mouth. But more than anything, Blaine was exceedingly happy Kurt had that kind of love and support in his life. No one deserved to go through what Blaine had to put up with.

Blaine snapped out of his thoughts and realized they were now approaching the Music room. Both boys slowed their pace to a halt right outside the door; Blaine resting his hand on the handle. He smirked at Kurt, who appeared to be slightly nervous. "You ready for this, Grandma Celeste?"

Kurt narrowed his eyes to slits, firing back without hesitation. "More than you'll ever be, Hobbit Spice."

Blaine snorted and rolled his eyes, finally pulling the door open to reveal the surroundings within. Blaine spotted Lauren in a chair at the far right of the room, chatting with Wes, David, Jeff and Nick . He stepped a couple paces towards them before coming to a halt again to look back at Kurt. He appeared to be pondering what exactly to do, just as Blaine now was. They had always sat with each other in their classes together, but this was different for some reason. Now that Blaine took a second to scan the room, he realized everyone was gathered in groups according to house. The exception being the group assembled in the chairs centering the room. Brittany Pierce and Santana Lopez sat next to each other in the front row; Brittany, a Hufflepuff and Santana, a Slytherin. The two rows behind them were adorned with several Ravenclaws and another Hufflepuff. Blaine knew the lot of them by name already. The Ravenclaws were Eric, Vahla and the twins Athena and Alice; and the Hufflepuff was a guy named Landon. Blaine slowly moved his eyes further left and surveyed the remaining Slytherins there. Scorpius, Samuel, Rachel, Quinn and (Blaine's eyes burned with distaste) Jesse. This was thankfully the only class Blaine shared with him, since Jesse was in his seventh year. Blaine returned his eyes to Kurt, who seemed to have made his decision. He communicated to Blaine with sad eyes, followed by an apologetic smile, then strutted over to the empty seat between Santana and Scorpius in the front row. Blaine's face fell as he continued on his previous path to the seat between Brittany and Lauren. Lauren shrieked gleefully at the new arrival, hugging him accordingly. Blaine returned the gesture genuinely, but with a forced smile. Things had begun to seem like they were going to be quite easy after all. Now, Blaine inwardly cursed himself for thinking it'd be that simple. Surely Kurt didn't care what his fellow Slytherins thought of him? That's a fucking ludicrous thing to assume, Blaine thought. Even I honestly still worry about what my friends, and other fellow Gryffindors, think of me. All of this, plus the fact that every Slytherin in here was a member of their house's Quidditch team. Naturally Kurt would want to sit with them, and Blaine needed to stop being so selfish. Kurt had other friends, and Blaine needed to make peace with that.

Their professor had still yet to arrive, so the lively chatter amongst the classmates remained the same. Blaine successfully avoided glancing over to Kurt for several minutes until he heard his voice, his resolve then fading completely. His eyes found the particular Slytherin immediately and Blaine was struck with a sharp pang of jealousy. Kurt was conversing with Scorpius quite animatedly, his laughter suddenly distinguishable from the crowd of murmurs. Scorpius was ridiculously attractive and, from what Blaine remembers by the few times he was in his company, also very nice. Ugh, why does he have to be so fucking charming? I hate him.He wondered what they could be talking about, wishing he could join the conversation. Or better yet, steal Kurt away to have their own conversation. Wrapped up in the lovely bubble of each other that they so frequently fashioned when they were together. Scorpius then high-fived Kurt, their laughter still echoing across the room. Blaine tore his eyes away to the front and pouted. His heart squeezed tightly, painfully, in his chest.

"What's wrong, B?"

Blaine quickly composed his face. "Nothing. Where the hell is the Professor?"

Lauren rolled her eyes. "Ugh, I don't know. But if he isn't here in the next 5 minutes, I'm bailing."

"I'm coming with you," Blaine deadpanned, chancing another quick glare at the gorgeous blonde Slytherin next to Kurt.

Just then the Professor entered, shuffling quickly over to the front desk diagonal to the blackboard. "Good afternoon everyone! I apologize for my tardiness, it won't happen again!"

Woah. Their Professor was smoking hot. What the hell? Blaine thought Professor Schuester would be returning, (he fist-pumped internally, grateful for his absence, because Blaine couldn't stand Mr. Schue) but clearly that wasn't the case. Apparently most of the class agreed with Blaine, hearing a couple of hushed whistles, a 'Damn!' from Lauren and a 'Wanky!' from Santana. Wes was the first to speak up, which didn't surprise Blaine. Wes could be substantially formal, and took every class and activity seriously. "Sorry, but.. Who are you, sir?"

Professor McDreamy looked at Wes and replied with a smile, "I'm your new Music teacher. That's why I'm late. Your previous Professor was sacked and they hired me pretty much last minute." He peered around at all the students, now addressing them all. "My name is Marius Flint. You can call me either Professor Flint or Mr. Flint. Both are cool with me." Scattered nods rippled throughout the room. He opened his mouth to resume speaking, but Rachel cut him off.

"What happened to Professor Schuester? Why was he sacked?"

Professor Flint looked a little uncomfortable. "I am not at liberty to discuss the reasoning of his dismissal with you, I'm sorry. Just-"

"Are you even old enough to teach? You look, like.. 25." Santana intervened.

Mr. Flint laughed and sat down on the edge of his desk. "I'm actually 36. I know the Professors here are normally quite older, but they aren't so picky when it comes to Music class." He waited a moment to make sure no one had any more questions to present to him, then clasped his hands together. "Now! Before I begin any lessons, I wanted to take our first day together to get to know each other a bit. So, I want all of you to simply introduce and state one fact about yourself. It can be a hobby, a personal indulgence or just basically anything to do with you. I will begin first. I'm Marius and Wizard Chess is my guilty pleasure." Mr. Flint pointed to Nick, "You, start!"

Nick stood up quickly, nearly tripping into David. "Um, hi! I'm Nick Duval, and I'm in love with a girl named Lexi Prewett. We've been together for nearly three years." Professor Flint grinned at this and gestured for Jeff to continue.

"Waddup! I'm Jeff Sterling.. Umm.. I like girls..yeah, I like girls a lot." Blaine and the rest of the Gryffindors rolled their eyes. It was a lame fact, but disturbingly true. Everyone knew Jeff was a man whore.

Wes stood up next. He put his hand on Jeff's shoulder, shoving him back into his seat when he continued to stand, trying to seduce Santana with his obnoxious winking. "My name is Wesley Montgomery, but I go by Wes. I strive to one day become the Minister of Magic." Mr. Flint raised his eyebrows in surprise, and Wes pretended to straighten his already perfectly pristine tie.

David choked back a laugh, Wes glaring at him. "I'm David, David Thompson. And I plan to be a Healer."

Lauren giggled at the two boys childishly nudging each other and continued. "Lauren Jenkins is the name and I'm going to join the Chudley Cannons."

Mr. Flint addressed her, not expecting that answer. "Oh? That's my favorite team. You'd be the first female to ever join. Do you happen to have any relation to Joey Jenkins?"

Wes answered him before Lauren could. "Ugh, yes. He's her Uncle. Please don't get her started." Lauren turned in her seat and thumped Wes on the knee. "Don't listen to him Professor, he's just insanely jealous."

"Alright alright, enough of that guys. Lauren, I wish you the best of luck with your dream. Okay, please continue."

It was Blaine's turn now. He stood up slowly, hesitating slightly. He apparently had no control over his eyes, which immediately darted over to the right. He found what he was looking for, as hazel met striking blue. They grinned at each other before he spoke and turned to the front of the room again. "I'm Blaine Anderson. I wish to pursue music professionally. Preferably solo instead of a band." Professor Flint nodded to him with a smile, and he settled back into his seat. He turned his eyes to Kurt again who was still looking at him. Blaine tuned out the various introductions that were now happening, vaguely hearing Santana saying something about how hot she was and Brittany mentioning her cat. A little color appeared on Kurt's cheeks as he smiled and turned his gaze to his own hands. Blaine chuckled softly, mirroring Kurt's actions.

A few more people introduced themselves, then it was Kurt's turn. Blaine came back to full attention as Kurt stood, confidence radiating off every pore of that man's body. "Hi. I am Kurt Hummel and I'm hopelessly obsessed with fashion. I plan to start with an internship with Veela Voga. For those who are unfamiliar, it's the celebrated French Witch & Wizard fashion magazine. Followed by becoming a professional fashion designer." Everyone was staring at him, some with their mouths slightly agape. Because of what he said or simply giving the longest answer out of them all yet, Blaine wasn't sure. Kurt's smile never faltered as he sat back down, looking throughly impressed with himself. Blaine just beamed. Kurt was so freaking adorable. Someone else caught his eye in that moment after the feeling of a pair of eyes on him. He unwillingly looked away from Kurt's face to be met with the amused stare of Jesse St. James. Jesse huffed at him with a smirk, then turned his head to look Kurt up and down. Blaine looked at Kurt, who was inspecting his nails and clearly not paying attention to anyone around him, then glared back at Jesse. No. Get your filthy eyes off of him. Jesse stood up. Blaine was startled for a moment, thinking he was actually coming over, but realized it was just his turn to introduce himself.

He looked away from Blaine to Mr. Flint, hands on his hips. "I'm Jesse St. James, and I love a challenge."

All the Slytherins, sans Kurt, snickered at this. Blaine and the rest of the Gryffindors glared. Kurt just looked amused. Professor Flint called the students' attention, informing them that it was the end of the class today, and how it was nice to meet them or something. Blaine still wasn't paying much attention. He was still fuming and worried about what Jesse meant. Lauren nudged him with her shoulder. "What do ya say we snatch him while he's doing his nightly routine douche inspection of himself in the mirror of the Prefect's bathroom, and chuck him off the Astronomy Tower?" Blaine clutched her arm as he snorted into her shoulder, trying to keep his giggles tame. "Oh my god, please. Let's do it."

The bell rang. "Wait! Wait you lot. You have a homework assignment. An extension of what we did today, you will all be performing a solo that expresses who you are in your life right now. We will do as many performances as we can next Friday, then complete them hopefully the next. Good day everyone!" Blaine bent down to grab his bag when he saw a pair of feet stop right in his line of sight. He looked up quickly, barely suppressing a groan when he saw who stood there. "Hello Blaine. Wow, it's been forever."

Blaine said nothing. Lauren was livid, still by his side. She stepped in between them. "Jesse, I'm going to put this as nicely as I can.. Fuck off before I curse you until you can't fucking breathe anymore."

"Oooh, sexy. I think I quite like the sound of that."

"You're a disgusting wanker."

"That's lovely of you to say, butch barbie."

Lauren reached into her cloak, whipping out her wand faster than you'd think possible. Jesse did the same. Shit. Blaine wondered why the hell Professor Flint hadn't said anything yet. He searched the room with his eyes. Oh. He was gone. Wonderful.

"Hey, what's going on here?" Blaine groaned and closed his eyes at that voice. No. God dammit. "Blaine? Jesse?"

Jesse grinned hugely at their newcomer. "Why, hello Kurt. Me and Blaine were just catching up. You two know each other, I presume?"

Kurt ignored his question and shuffled over to Blaine. Lauren and Jesse's wands still at the ready. "Blaine, you okay?"

Blaine kept his gaze down, staring at his crossed arms, and breathed deeply. "M'fine. Just- I'm gonna go. Lauren, you okay?" Lauren grabbed his hand with her free one, but didn't let her eyes leave Jesse. "I'm perfectly fine, B. Get out of here, I'll catch up with you later." Blaine nodded and nearly sprinted out of the room. He wasn't scared of Jesse by any means. What he was actually afraid of is what he might do by being in his presence too long, especially with Jesse provoking him. That could've turned nasty. He hoped Lauren would get a handle on her anger, he didn't want her expelled. Blaine was halfway down the corridor before Kurt caught up with him.

"Blaine! Blaine, hey. What was all that about?"

They continued walking together. Blaine ran a hand through his dark curls, then down his face. "Jesse is just an asshole, thats all."

"I'm not thick, Blaine. I've noticed how you cringe every time his name is spoken, and you glare a hole through him every time he's around. There's something more there."

Kurt followed Blaine into the courtyard, both taking a seat at the nearest bench. The silence between them was slightly tense, and it was a minute or two before Blaine finally spoke. "We have a.. um, colorful history." Kurt kept silent and raised an eyebrow at him, urging him for a better explanation. Blaine sighed. "I really don't want to get into it, especially here with so many people around. But.. okay, um.. he's my ex. And let's just say it wasn't even marginally close to a peaceful break-up."

Kurt's eyes widened in shock, his mouth going slack. "Oh."

"Yeah."

"What happened?"

"It's.. It's just a really sore spot.. Can I.. Would you mind if I told you some other time?"

Kurt looked upset; his face full of worry for his friend. He also looked aggravated, like he wanted to argue. But after searching Blaine's pleading, agonizing eyes with his for a long moment, he nodded. "Yeah. Sure."

The corner of Blaine's mouth curved into a crooked smile. He reached his hand out to grip Kurt's knee gently. "Thanks Kurt."

The Slytherin placed his hand on top of his and squeezed it, a sweet smile following soon after. Blaine loved Kurt's smile tremendously. Especially when his dimples made an appearance, like now. There were moments when he just craved to see it. He wanted so badly to run his fingertips over them, maybe a kiss or two as well. Blaine sometimes worried that maybe his thoughts were inappropriate. They hadn't known each other that long, and they were just friends. But he couldn't help it. There was no way to control his thoughts about him, especially when in his company. He's never seen, or met anyone, anywhere near as attractive and enchanting as Kurt Hummel.

Kurt removed his hand from his, and Blaine missed his touch immediately. He was already forgetting the encounter with Jesse. Being with Kurt just did that; every moment with him was always a little brighter. Blaine felt lighter, smiled harder and he didn't want this feeling to disappear. Ever. "What d'you have planned for the rest of the day?"

Kurt groaned. "Homework. An excruciating amount. I swear, with the amount of time I spend studying and working in that damn Library, I wouldn't be surprised if I became one and melded in with the furnishings soon. I hate it. My social life is nearly nonexistent."

Blaine couldn't contain his laughter. Kurt was too adorable, especially when he pouted. No, seriously, his lower lip was sticking out and everything. Kurt continued to pout and slapped Blaine's shoulder. "Oh, shut it! You won't be laughing when you lose me to its shadowy depths!"

"Ow! Okay, I'm sorry. Look, you have the entire weekend to work on it. You're hanging out with me tonight," Kurt opened his mouth to protest, but Blaine wasn't having it, "No sir, no excuses."

"But -"

"Hey, you're the one who said you have a lousy social life."

"I know, but -"

"So what do you wanna do?"

Kurt sighed harshly. He new he had to give in, or Blaine would just keep pestering him all night. So he wouldn't be able to get any work done anyway. It's not that he didn't want to hang out with him, he wanted to, very much actually. But he really did have a load of homework and, if he was being honest, he was nervous. He couldn't help but develop a crush on the sweet, handsome Gryffindor. Blaine was inhumanly nice, and seemed to actually enjoy Kurt's company. Someone finally treated him like he was a regular, normal human being. He wasn't used to it. Kurt tried hard to push away the dark memories of his past that were now rushing to the forefront of his mind. He wished he owned a pensieve, that would take the edge off. He felt Blaine lay a gentle hand on his arm. "Hey, if you really don't want to hang out with me that's f-"

"No, no. That's not it, Blaine. My mind just wandered off somewhere.." His emotions must be obviously etched into his face. He was never good at hiding them completely.

"Are you alright?"

"I'm fine. Um," he sighed again, but with a smile this time, "I suppose I could use a night off. I don't mind what we do."

The smile on Blaine's face was huge. "Good."


"Bloody hell, Hummel."

Kurt bit back a giggle, not wanting to ruin the smug, cocky expression that he kept placed on his face. "Told you."

"I thought you were exaggerating." Blaine collapsed onto the white sand, splaying out on his back in exhaustion.

"I have no need to exaggerate, I'm just that good. But clearly, you were."

Blaine squinted one eye open, wrinkling his face into a glare. "You wish, Hummel. You just have a better broom. It wasn't fair."

Kurt snorted. "Right, blame the broom. Just admit it, Anderson, I'm the better seeker."

"Never. And it is the broom, you have the newest model. It's the fastest on the market right now."

Kurt smirked and sat down carefully next to Blaine on the sand. "Perks of having a father who makes brooms and owns his own shop. Still though, I bet I could use your broom and still outdo you. Rematch?"

Blaine groaned, "No. I'm way too exhausted now, and quite comfortable where I am, thanks."

"Mhm, you're just scared I'll prove you wrong." Blaine raised his hand to smack Kurt's arm, but he dodged it. He giggled at the adorable pout Blaine was now sporting, "How are you even comfortable? And you're getting sand all in your hair."

Blaine's face turned mischievous as he sat up slowly. "What? You don't like getting dirty?"

Kurt's face switched over to alarm in 2 seconds flat when he realized what Blaine was doing. "Don't you dare, Anderson." He went to get up to run out of harms way but Blaine was too quick for him. He had a firm grip on Kurt's forearm, already shaking out his hair like a dog, sand now flying in every direction. Kurt shrieked and shielded his face, then finally managing to raise up into a standing position when he shook free of Blaine's hold on him. "Ugh, I hate you so much right now!"

Blaine shook vigorously with laughter, clutching tightly at his stomach. Kurt frowned at him, then turned away, storming off in the direction of the Quidditch field's exit.

"Kurt! Stop! Hey, I was just goofing around, don't be mad!" Kurt could hear the smile in his voice and the distant sound of a pair of feet following him. A warm, rough hand gripped his, pulling him to a stop. His voice was soft and earnest when he spoke next, directly in Kurt's ear, "I'm sorry, please don't be angry with me." He shivered slightly when he felt a ghost of Blaine's breath tickle his ear. He had already forgiven him, how could he not? Kurt could hardly think with him this close. He decided he liked Blaine like this though, and wanted make him work for it. He glanced quickly out of the corner of his eye, then turned his nose haughtily up into the air. Blaine smiled even bigger as he rolled his eyes. "C'mon, Kurt," he felt Blaine moving closer to him, his warm breath now closer to his neck than his ear, "tell me what I can do to make it up to you."

Kurt stood silent for a few moments, trying to clear his now rapidly fogging brain. He'd never heard Blaine's voice go that low before, it was frustratingly sexy. Kurt was confused now more than ever. He was sure they were doing what was labeled as flirting, but it was still too early to tell where exactly they stood. He turned away from Blaine slowly, trying to keep his face as neutral as possible. He succeeded, game-face still intact, and raised his eyebrow. "Fine. If you admit that I'm a more talented seeker than you, I'll reconsider my vow to never speak to you again."

Blaine placed his hand over his chest, a mock, affronting gasp escaping his lips. "My friendship means that little to you? Well then, with this lovely new information, I think I'd rather just keep my pride intact." Kurt went to yank his hand out of his grasp, but Blaine just squeezed it tighter. He giggled at Kurt's offended glare, "Shut up, you know I'm kidding. The loss of your friendship would break my sassy little heart." Kurt just smirked and continued to stare at him with his eyebrows raised, waiting for him to give in. Blaine rolled his eyes and sighed, "Ugh fine, you win. You, Kurt Hummel, kick my ass as seeker."

Kurt smiled triumphantly. Even though he could tell Blaine was only saying it to make him happy, Kurt still won. "Can I get that in writing?"

Blaine bumped his shoulder with his at his teasing, giggles freely flowing from them both. Doing this drew both of their attention to their still clasped hands. Kurt bit his lip, both suddenly unable to continue any eye contact. They let go. Kurt laughed internally at this, apparently avoidable, reoccurring situation. He couldn't even count how many times, whilst hanging out, they'd suddenly discover an unplanned, innocent but lingering touch between them. A simple hand on the knee, shoulder or back; but mostly they'd end up holding hands somehow. Silently, they began the lengthy walk back to the castle together. They entered the building and came to a stop in front of the Great Hall. The air around them was suddenly slightly awkward and intense. Blaine cleared his throat. "Um, so I had a lot of fun."

Kurt smiled. "Even though I kicked your ass at Quidditch?"

Blaine crossed his arms and chuckled. "You're evil. But, yes, I did."

Their smiles stretched wider until they finally entered the Great Hall. Kurt frowned when he remembered they had to separate to their respective tables. He looked back to Blaine, a knowing, sad smile on his face. Kurt wasn't ready for their night together to end.So don't let it, he told himself. "Would you maybe wanna meet back up after dinner?" he smirked teasingly, "See what else I can kick your ass at?"

Blaine chuckled. "That sounds lovely, actually. But.." Kurt's smile faded, "We both have homework stacked miles high we should start on." Kurt knew he was right, but it still didn't make it suck any less. "Hey, don't look so sad. You know how badly I'd love to keep hanging out with you."

Kurt smiled slightly when Blaine's fingers rested on his arm. "I know, you're right. I just haven't had that much fun in a long time. I guess I.. I guess I just didn't want it to end."

Blaine bit his lip and moved both of his hands to fit into his pants pockets. "I know exactly what you mean." they started at each other silently for a minute or so, "And hey, we could always do something again tomorrow."

"Yeah, okay. Tomorrow then."

"Tomorrow."

They shared one last smile, then parted ways. Kurt to the pure and cunning green and silver; and Blaine to the brave and chivalrous scarlet and gold.