Hey guys! Ashley here. I'm happy that a couple of you guys are liking this story already! I decided to touch up on all types of couples with this story, of course the main three being Brittana, Klaine, and Fabrevans. But as you can see so far I've also had Finchel and Pucktana. There will be many more couples to come. And of course, more characters to introduce. Enjoy! :)

"Greeting students," Headmaster Figgins spoke aloud for the entire school. The Great Hall was filled with hundreds of students, nothing special. But what was out of the ordinary was the two extra tables in the Hall, packed with students that didn't belong to the school. One table was full of fur coat-wearing, roughing-looking individuals. The other was full of soft, clean, beautiful young folk who all wore matching blue-colored uniforms.

"First I would like to welcome our visitors. With their headmistress Dorothy Beiste, I would like to welcome – the Durmstrang Institute!" Figgins raised a hand toward the table with the serious looking northern European table that proceeded to cheer for themselves loudly. The other table of visitors could be seen rolling their eyes, disapproving of the barbarians. The Hogwarts students simply clapped to be polite, but really none of the students cared.

"And with their wonderful headmistress Holly Holliday – the prestigious Beauxbatons Academy of Magic!" Figgins pointed his hand in the opposite direction, a smile on his face. The light blue-colored table clapped to themselves loudly, but not as obnoxious as the other visiting school. Every French student smiled pearly white smiles, looking all neat and perfect and not a single wrinkle on their faces. One would think these students were supermodels, but it was honestly the magic of what was French beauty. One could the jaws of several Hogwarts students dropped as they stared at the blue-uniformed troupe. They were all quite beautiful.

After the applause died down, Figgins looked around the Great Hall, a proud smile on his face. The Ravenclaw alum was proud of his school, so proud that it had been chosen for a very special event that would probably go down in history. Right here. In this school.

"It is my pleasure to announce that our school, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, has been chosen to be the site of the history-making Triwizard Tournament! We are most privileged and thankful for such honor, and as such we shall make our guests as comfortable and welcomed as possible…"

Santana zoned out for most of the Headmaster's speech. She sat there with her fellow Slytherins, Noah sitting next to her and intertwining his fingers with hers. Gross, she had no idea why he insisted on such public affection. The entire school already knew they were together, and quite frankly Santana didn't enjoy touching Noah outside of their fun sessions. He was her boyfriend, she supposed, but that title in itself meant nothing. She felt nothing for the boy. She just needed something warm underneath her.

Her beady eyes scanned the Great Hall, not caring about the Headmaster's speech. Students' faces came and went as she looked around, but by the time her eyes went over to the Hufflepuff section, her eyes froze at the sight of the blonde Hufflepuff that she enjoyed to torment so much. Brittany Pierce, that pathetic being. She wasn't even worth a glance from someone as great as Santana, yet the Slytherin girl could not keep her eyes away. Those blue orbs that Santana found herself staring into didn't even look in her direction – they were too focused on the stupid Headmaster that couldn't seem to shut up. Good, Santana didn't want the girl to catch her staring –

She spoke too soon, those blue orbs suddenly looked into her beads. The sound of Figgins's voice was suddenly drowned out by a strange thumping noise in Santana's ears. What was that? Her chest was suddenly bothering her. What was that feeling of stress there? Santana almost wanted to touch the area, but that required removing her hand from Noah's grasp, and something told her she didn't want to do that. Wait, was that her heartbeat? Santana bit her lip. Oh Merlin, was that thumping noise her heart smashing in her eardrums? No, impossible. Her heart never did such things like that. But the more those blue orbs looked at her, the louder the thumping got. And Santana couldn't seem to break the eye contact. The Hufflepuff's face was stoic, no feeling in them whatsoever. Yet, the strange thing was that her cheeks were rosy, as if she was…blushing?

"…totally going to put my name in there," Santana heard Noah say. Thank God, an escape. She broke the painful eye contact and looked over the gorgeous but rather idiotic fool.

"What was that?" she asked, and her racing heartbeat slowed down.

"I'm going to put my name in that goblet thing."

Wait, what the hell was he talking about? Santana looked over at where the Headmaster was standing, and saw a large, really pretty silver goblet that was glowing blue on the inside of it right in front of Figgins. Whoa, what was that thing?

~ I COULD WATCH YOU FOREVER ~

Brittany sighed as the Slytherin girl turned from her gaze to talk to her highly attractive but rather mean boyfriend. She had no idea why she was sighing, but she was definitely confused right about now. Her face felt really warm from staring at Santana, and her chest was aching for whatever reason. Goodness, this had been going on for a while now. Why? The two girls definitely did not get along, though Brittany couldn't really say she hated the snake girl – she didn't hate anyone. But Santana had no problem proving that she disliked the blonde badger, and that in itself made Brittany want to avoid that girl at all costs. Yet, Brittany was…fascinated with her? Was fascinated the right word? She found herself enjoying looking at the girl's very pretty face, but it was definitely a face she shouldn't have been looking at…

"Brittany? Is everything okay?" asked Samuel, one of her close fellow Hufflepuffs. His green eyes were staring at her in concern.

"Hm?" Brittany had just realized that she was still looking in Santana's direction, even though the girl was long over their eye contact. Crap. She looked over at Samuel and nodded. "Yeah sorry, the Headmaster was making me space out."

Samuel smiled at her. "Yeah, Headmaster Figgins always does that doesn't he?"

Brittany giggled. "Yeah."

She watched him as he looked over somewhere else, that had nothing to do with the really pretty goblet that was rest over by the Headmaster. She blinked, curious as to what he was staring at. She followed his gaze over to where the Ravenclaws were sitting, and something in her mind told her that Samuel was staring at her best friend Quinn. It had to be her, she was the only girl squeezed between two boy Ravenclaws.

"Poor Quinn. I still can't believe Finn cheated on her," she purposely mentioned, just to see Samuel's reaction.

Samuel sighed and nodded, his gaze never breaking away. This made Brittany smile. Did the Hufflepuff have a crush on her friend? How cute! Quinn didn't really have a thing for younger guys but something told Brittany the pair would be adorable together.

"You should ask her out," she nudged him, finally making him break his gaze and look at her with widened eyes.

"Wh-what? Whoa no Britt, it's not like that at all!" His defensiveness just proved it more.

Brittany giggled, already knowing the truth. "Your secret's safe with me Sammy. Just promise me you'll ask her out."

He bit his thick bottom lip in a frown. He wasn't denying it, so it had to be true. "I…she's not over Finn. And plus she would never date someone like me –"

"Because you're a muggleborn? Don't be silly Sammy. She's not a pureblood elitist."

"N-no not just that. It's just that…I'm not Finn."

"That's why she'd like you silly. And you guys are already friends so she knows how you are."

At this point Samuel's face was as red as a tomato. Brittany could see in his eyes that he was thinking about whether to ask the beautiful blue-robed blonde out or not. This was just too adorable, Brittany was so going to play matchmaker!

"I…I don't know," Samuel muttered, looking away from Brittany.

Another giggle came out of Brittany's mouth. "Oh Sammy, you have no idea how adorable you two would be together." Lovingly, she rested her head on his shoulder.

~ TIME WAITS FOR NO ONE ~

After the big feast in celebration of Hogwarts's visitors, the students were sent to their respectable common rooms, where they could rest up and prepare to place their names into the Goblet of Fire. Talks of who could've been the school's champion could be heard everywhere. Some thought it would be Finnegan Hudson. Others could totally see it being Noah Puckerman. Even a couple were proposing that Michael Chang was a worthy candidate.

The next day, the talks continued. Students gathered around to watch those who were seventeen or older place their names into the goblet. Tons of students cheered for who they believed to be the heroes of their school – Finnegan and Noah. If anyone was going to be the Champion for this thing, it was going to be one of them. Or maybe Michael if anything went wrong.

"Kurt why don't you place your name into it?" Blaine suggested to his boyfriend as they sat together watching their fellow students.

Kurt's icy eyes widened at his boyfriend, giving him a what-the-bloody-hell-is-wrong-with-you look. Was Blaine crazy? No way in hell was he going to do that!

"Are you crazy? Do you really think I would even be thought of as a Champion?"

Blaine gave him a smile, which was the answer Kurt really didn't want. Kurt would never be chosen as a Champion. He was too much of a laughingstock amongst most of the students in this school. He was the Gryffindor without courage. He didn't have the balls to even defend himself. Blaine had more of a chance of being a Champion then he did. Shame he wasn't yet seventeen.

"Kurt, I think you're the one most worthy of being a Champion," Blaine told him, which made Kurt shake his head.

"Blaine Anderson, you are truly insane," Kurt muttered. Blaine laughed.

"Courage, Kurt," Blaine reminded him.

Kurt looked away and bit his lip. Courage. He didn't need courage, he was fine how he was. Well, except for the part where he kept getting bullied. But other than that everything was just smashing. Right?

Wrong. "You know what? Fine." Kurt ripped out a page from the notebook that was resting on his lap, then took out a quill. "Just so you can stop bothering me about it." He grudgingly wrote down his name on the piece of paper. Blaine smiled as he watched, happy that his boyfriend was doing what he wanted him to do.

Kurt got up from his seat and headed over to the goblet. He could feel the atmosphere of the room changing suddenly as he approached the shining object, and the rowdiness of the room turned into complete silence. At this point Kurt changed his mind and wanted to turn around, but how much of a coward would he look then?

Taking a deep breath, he dropped his name into the goblet, and the goblet shot out blue fire in response, making Kurt leap back in fright.

More silence. A few jaws had dropped.

Then laughter.

"Are you bloody serious? The Gryffinfag?" the voice belonged to Noah, who was sitting with a group of his fellow snakes across the hall from where Kurt had been sitting. Noah and his band of green dimwits were laughing their fangs off, entertained that this pansy actually though he had a shot at being the school's Champion.

Blaine stood up from his seat, scowling at the group of greens. Kurt on the other hand was red as a tomato, turning away from the laughing group and looking like he was on the verge of tears. Blaine flew over to where Kurt was standing and placed a hand on his shoulder, his sparkling eyes never leaving the green-robed morons.

"Oy, shut up Puckerman," Blaine growled. "He has a better shot than all of you gits put together!"

This induced more laughing, and Noah got up from his seat. "Shut up, Faggerson. You gonna smack me with a unicorn?"

Blaine looked like he was about to attack the cobra, and Kurt looked at him afraid that he would go through with it. But surprisingly Blaine just stood there, a smile growing on his face. Kurt looked at his boyfriend in confusion. Why was he smiling?

"No, Puckerman. I'm not going to bash your face in, which I would like to do. Instead I'm going to sit back on watch the look on your face when Kurt here is chosen as Hogwarts's Triwizard Champion and you're not."

Noah laughed, and his friends laughed along. This was all a big joke to them. The pussy of the Gryffindor house? Hilarious!

"Right, that'll happen when I suddenly turn into a fag like you two."

Blaine opened his mouth to speak, but a softer, feminine voice took his place.

"Snakes are too venomous for something prestigious like the Goblet of Fire. You idiots are better off winning a muggle lottery." Quinn had just walked into the Great Hall, witnessing this idiotic scene. Her blonde curls bounced up and down as she walked in between the two opposing forces, her hazel eyes staring down Noah.

"Don't you have something better to do than pick on these two, Puckerman? Make out with Santana perhaps?"

Noah frowned at the sight of Quinn. What most people didn't know was that Noah had been in love with Quinn for years, and when he finally gained the courage to ask her out that damned Finnegan Hudson took her out of the blue. Well, not out of the blue since the pair were in love with each other since before they went out. But still.

His dark eyes looked away from the gorgeous blonde, and he bit his lip.

"Good idea, Fabray. C'mon guys, we're out of here." He wasn't going to fight with her. He never wanted to fight with her. He gestured his Slytherin friends to get up, and he walked out of the Great Hall, his eyes refusing to meet with Quinn's. Quinn turned around to face Kurt and Blaine, a victorious smile on his face.

"Thank you," Kurt told her with a smile.

"Anything to get a jab at those Slytherin morons," she nodded. "I'll love you forever if you get chosen as a Champion over Finn."

Both Kurt and Blaine chuckled, and Kurt responded. "I don't blame you."

Quinn's smile weakened, and she looked away, pain in her eyes. "Yeah…"

Kurt took a step toward Quinn and placed a hand on her shoulder in comfort. "You're too good for him, Quinn. I would know, I live with him."

Quinn giggled. She had almost forgotten that Kurt and Finn were stepbrothers. What a small world.

"Thanks Kurt. That means a lot."

Kurt let out a chuckle and wrapped his arms around the petite blonde in an embrace. He loved the Ravenclaw, and he always thought she was misunderstood. She may have seemed bitchy at times and rather selfish, but she was so much more than that. He was able to see that, he just wished other people could see that.

And Quinn enjoyed a hug. Merlin knew she needed a hug now more than ever. But she felt something was missing.

The muscular arms of an adorable blonde Hufflepuff perhaps?

~ DO YOU WANT TO WASTE SOME TIME ~

Where the hell was Noah? Santana walked down the halls of the ancient castle, looking for her boyfriend. She was in desperate need of a pick-me-up, and her boyfriend was the only one who could satisfy her right now. If she didn't find him in the next five minutes though, she was just going to go for the next guy she saw. She pushed little first years out of her way, growled at any mudblood that came in her sight, and pretty much just left a trail of chaos in the hallways. She was total heat, and she needed something to pounce on. Damn that Puckerman. Where the hell was he?

She accidentally bumped into someone, lighting the fuse inside of her. Pissed off, she looked to see who it was.

It was Pierce.

Oh shit.

The taller girl looked down at Santana, her blue gems touching her dark eyes. Santana's heart immediately struck up again, the drumming noise in her ears slowly getting louder. Damn it.

"I'm sorry," Brittany whispered, though seemingly unintentional. Santana simply scowled at her and placed her hand on her hips. Though her heartbeat spoke otherwise, she looked absolutely pissed that this worthless Flufflepuff was in her way.

"Get the hell out of my way," Santana said coldly, causing shivers down Brittany's spine.

Brittany opened her mouth to say something, but no words came out. Instead she nodded and stepped to the side. But instead of Santana just walking past her and minding her own business, she felt a rough hand wrap around her arm, and the smell of a familiar cologne filled her nostrils.

"I was looking for you," muttered Noah, and his eyes went to Brittany in a scowl.

Santana looked up at her boyfriend, then at the Flufflepuff. Brittany just stood there, biting her lip. Why was she just standing there? It was annoying Santana and making her chest ache in exhaustion. Plus she could hardly hear because of the damn drumming noise her eardrums were causing. She needed to go. Now.

"Well? Piss off Flufflepuff," Santana barked, causing the Hufflepuff to finally walk off. Noah let out a chuckle as he saw Brittany walked down the hall with her tail between her legs. He loved watching people defeated.

"You look pissed, Puckerman. Gryffindor got your tongue?" Santana remarked.

Noah rolled his eyes. "No, just some stupid Ravenclaw."

Santana knew exactly he was talking about, because there was only one Ravenclaw that was able to really get under his skin. "Fabray? My you two can never seem to get along."

"Whatever," he muttered, and Santana smirked.

"C'mon then. I'm sweating like a bloody dog in heat." Santana took Noah by the hand and dragged him down the hall toward the Slytherin common room.

But her stupid chest was still hurting.