Author's Note: I'm really really really really really sorry that I didn't update last week. School has been busy and I have a constant writer's block. I will try to get another chapter out this weekend to make up for it! Anyway, here's chapter 4. (another filler chapter :( )
Oh, and I would like to introduce and say hello to Lauren :D. The beta reader! Let's have a round of applause for Lauren! (applause)
Disclaimer: I don't own HP or Glee because of reasons.
Up in the clouds...
A flash of gold whizzed past him and the race began. He swerved his Nimbus 5000 around, and darted after it, weaving in and out of the clouds. The wind whipped his hair violently and stung his eyes, but he continued after the golden snitch which was now only a metre away from him.
Faster, dammit.
Tilting the broom forwards, he gained speed quickly until the golden snitch was within reaching distance. Instinctively, the snitch's wings fluttered faster as it too sped up. He leaned forward, the snitch now a few inches away from him; he lifted one of his hands off the broom and reached forward, in attempt to seize it.
Just.. a little bit.. closer...
"ANDERSON!"
The loud shout made him lose his concentration and balance, causing Blaine to pull his broom to a sudden halt. The snitch was long gone.
"Get down here! The Slytherins claim that they booked the pitch for their practice today." Finn called. Blaine turned his broom around and made his way towards the ground, landing smoothly.
"What do you mean?"
"Exactly what I said." Finn pointed towards the small cluster of Slytherins currently arguing with a very annoyed Wesley Hughes, who was backed up by the rest of the Gryffindor quidditch team. The pair hastily walked towards the group.
"Now, look here Lopez..."
"No. You look here, Hughes. You and your crappy excuse for a quidditch team have exactly 20 seconds to get your asses off my pitch or 'imma go all lima heights on you. Capiche?"
Blaine stepped forward, "No, we don't 'capiche' because we booked the pitch for today. Not you. Just ask professor Longbottom. So, you can all just.."
"Oh hell no, Frodo! Do not back chat me or 'imma bitch slap you into next week!" Santana screeched, "And what the fuck is that on your head? Lard?"
Blaine self consciously brought a hand to his hair, smoothing down the gel that reined his wild curls, earning several sniggers from the Slytherins. Santana grinned menacingly; obviously glad that she had embarrassed the short Gryffindor.
"Ugh, don't get me started on his hair, Santana. I don't think that I'd be able to stop."
All heads turned towards the source of the voice; Blaine's eyes narrowed.
Of course. Hummel.
In one of the Slytherin dormitories...
Kurt was running late. Again. He'd slowly woken up, stretching languidly, and had glanced over to the alarm clock on his bedside table.
9:51 am
Kurt froze.
9:51 am?
He was late. Very late. Kurt rushed out of his bed, regretfully skipped his daily moisturising routine and threw himself into his school robes, cursing to himself.
Late again goddammit.
Once dressed, he stood in front of the ensuite mirror and ran his fingers through his hair in order to make it as presentable as possible in the short amount of time he had. His hair stuck up in all directions; Kurt grimaced.
It'll have to do.
He checked the time again.
10:15 am. Shit.
Kurt grabbed his bag and ran out of his dorm, slamming the door behind him. The common room was empty, as expected; he picked up his pace as he exited the Gryffindor wing and checked his watch. 10:17 am. That meant he had already missed first period and his chance to have breakfast.
Brilliant. I'm going to starve to death.
The corridors were silent apart from the frantic slapping of Kurt's feet on the dark wooden floors. After about a minute of running, he realised that he had no idea where he was supposed to be heading and grabbed his time table out of his bag: Monday – period 2 – Muggle studies. Of course, he remembered, he had an end-of-topic test today. His day was just getting better.
Realising that he was running in the wrong direction, he spun around and headed towards the opposite end of the school...
...until he ran into a startled Professor Morris and hence, knocked her to the floor.
"Sorry!" Kurt squeaked, uncharacteristically, waiting for the wrath that was to come. Professor Morris recovered quickly from her surprised state; he shocked pout now being replaced by an irritated glare, as her face turned an angry shade of red.
"That is the second time this week that I have been shoved onto the floor by a 6th year student, because they were running in the corrid... ..Wait there a second, Mr Hummel! Shouldn't you be in class?" Professor Morris had picked herself up (ignoring Kurt's outstretched hand) and dusted herself off during her rant. She now stood rigidly, with her face fuming, glaring up at Kurt.
"I..I know, but.."
He was swiftly cut off, "No 'buts', Mr Hummel. Unless you have a note from a Professor, excusing you from class to run around the school, which I'm sure you don't, you are disobeying one of the most important school rules: attend every class. Since this is the case, I have no choice but to give you a well-earned detention." She paused for breath, he face slowly turning back to its normal shade, "As it happens, I have another detention tonight to supervise, for the other 6th year student who finds it perfectly okay to turn this school into a race track. So, Mr Hummel, be at my office at 4:00pm, and DO NOT BE LATE!" With that, she scurried off.
Kurt sighed, rolled his eyes and made his way to his muggle studies class, thinking up an excuse he could use for being late.
On the quidditch pitch...
"Hummel." Blaine drawled like it caused a bad taste in his mouth.
"Anderson," Kurt replied, a small smirk gracing his face, "Get the fuck off my pitch."
Wes, who was usually the most patient one of the group, stormed forwards, "Excuse me, Hummel, but we booked the pitch first. Just has Blaine has already said, you can ask Longbottom."
"Yes, well, you can ask Zambini because we booked it with him. So.. as I was just saying..Leave." Kurt's face matched his harsh tone; his mouth twisted into a cruel snarl.
As he often got into many arguments and fights with Hummel, Blaine was not affected in the least by the angry spark in those cerulean eyes, "No. You leave..or else."
The atmosphere switched within an instant; the tension building up between the pair.
"Or else what, Dwarf? You'll suffocate me with your obscene amount of hair gel?" This earned a few sniggers from the Slytherins, but Kurt remained focused, never letting his eyes stray from Blaine's.
Come on, Kurt thought, I dare you.
Blaine's eyes glinted dangerously, "Maybe..but it's a surprise you haven't suffocated yourself yet from the ridiculous amount of hair spray you use."
"Oh, please. You're just jealous that you don't have tame, silky hair like mine. Instead, you're stuck with that sheep on your head!"
Blaine snorted, "Up yourself much? And yeah, maybe my hair is a little...wild," Kurt coughed out something that sounded suspiciously like 'understatement', "But at least my hair isn't dry."
There was a long second of silence.
"Dry?" Kurt asked disbelievingly. No one, absolutely no one, had the right to say his hair was dry. He used friggin' Fekkai shampoo, for crying out loud, "DRY! I'll give you dry."
Kurt screeched and threw himself at Blaine. Blaine was unprepared for this sudden outburst and lost his footing, causing the pair to tumble to the ground. Both boys clawed at each other; it was a full 10 seconds before the surrounding group came to their senses and rushed to pull the boys apart.
As Finn went to pull his friend off of the Slytherin, a shrill yell rang out across the grounds.
"KURT HUMMEL AND BLAINE ANDERSON! STOP FIGHTING AND GET UP OFF THE FLOOR THIS MINUTE!"
Recognising the voice at once, both boys jumped to their feet and turned to face their livid teacher. Professor Morris.
"Not again." Blaine heard Kurt mutter.
The loud scream had left the stout Professor nearly breathless, "...two.." She took a deep breath to calm herself down, "I've had enough of your boisterous and inappropriate behaviour. I've already had to punish you both once and if you don't stop and behave right now, I will have to punish you further."
Kurt and Blaine looked at each other in confusion: 'punish you both'?
"Also," she continued, "these 'free lessons' are created to allow you to have more time to study for your classes, not to waste time chasing a ball around on a broomstick!" Professor Morris looked down at her watch and let out a panicked squeak, "To make things even worse, you have both now caused me to be late for an important meeting with McGonagall! I hope that you are both happy with yourselves!"
She turned to head back to the castle before suddenly remembering something, and turned back to the boys, "Oh and you both had better be on time for your detentions this evening." She waddled off.
A moment of silence passed as the Gryffindor and the Slytherin processed what their Professor had just said.
Detentions. Not detention. Plural. Both of them.
They turned to face each other, a look of horror on both of their faces as they realised what this meant for them.
They would be stuck together.
For one whole hour.
Tonight.
I'm sorry it's not as long as some of the other chapters, but PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE review :D xx (Tumblr: Connieemelinesypher)