Author's note: HI! As promised, I have churned out another chapter for this week. (The next one won't be out until next weekend) Thank you so much for all the reviews! So..this chapter is basically the detention...Btw prof. Morris is basically (in my head) a mixture of Umbridge and Effie Trinkett..Ooo and see if you can spot the Hunger Games quote :)
Disclaimer: I own nothing but Prof. Morris (unfortunately)
On a stairwell...
Professor Morris' office was located on the south side of the castle in one of the turrets; the long winding staircase that lead up to it was dimly lit, creating an eerie atmosphere. Blaine gripped onto the banister tightly and released a soft gasp into the silence when his foot slipped on one of the steps on the steep stairwell; his took a deep breath and closed his eyes to slow down his heart rate.
Calm down, Blaine. It's only a flight of stairs.
A long flight nevertheless. Blaine felt like he had been walking for hours.
When was the stairwell going to end?
As if his thoughts were heard, and answered, he turned another corner to find himself face to face with a large, pink door. A small plaque about midway up declared that it was 'Professor Morris: Head of Charms Department''s office, if the large portrait of her above it wasn't a big give away. Blaine tentatively raised his hand and knocked on the door. He held his breath. The door swung open.
"Come in, Mr Anderson."
Blaine stepped over the threshold and was shocked to find that the small, pristine office was a complete opposite of the staircase that led up to it: the walls were a warm shade of pink (of course) as was the plush carpet that covered the floor. Countless framed certificates, awards and trophies covered the walls and most of the surfaces.
A small cough interrupted his staring and he snapped back to reality.
Detention. Right.
Professor Morris was seated behind a small mahogany desk, on top of which a few quills were lined perfectly in rows and a large pile of text books, to her right, and on the left was a small photo frame holding a picture of what appeared to be a long-haired Shih Tzu wearing a tutu. In front of her desk were two smaller tables and two chairs
"Mr Anderson," The professor lowered her glasses to the desk and gestured to one of the chairs behind one of the tables, "Take a seat." Blaine took the chair to the left side of the room and folded his hands on the table in front of him. Professor Morris blinked once and returned to marking the text books, as she had before Blaine arrived. Blaine sighed and stared at the clock (pink) on the wall behind the professor's desk.
It was ten minutes later before there was another knock at the door. The door swung open, as it had for Blaine, revealing a slightly dishevelled Kurt Hummel.
In a corridor...
Kurt, like always, was running late. He'd been 'busy' with a 6th year Ravenclaw, hence his tousled hair and clothes. He lifted his sleeve as he ran and checked his watch.
3:58pm!
He had two minutes to get there but Professor Morris's office was literally at the other end of the school.
Crap.
Kurt picked up the pace as he skidded around corners, climbed up staircases and dodged students, until he reached the final stairwell leading up to the Professor's office. He took to the stairs, two at a time; he was out of breath by the time he reached the pink door, so his snort sounded more like a pant. He took a deep breath to steady his breathing and loudly rapped his knuckles on the door.
The door swung open to reveal, what only Kurt could describe as, a giant candyfloss. He stared at the room around him before his eyes landed on the two figures in the room. Professor Morris was sitting behind her desk, frowning darkly at him. He quickly averted his eyes to the other person, who was sitting behind one of the two tables in front of her desk. Anderson.
The two boys silently glared at one another.
"So nice of you to join us, Mr Hummel. However, I do believe I asked you to be here or 4 o'clock, not...," She checked clock behind her, "...Thirteen minutes past. Hmm?
"Er, yeah... about that...," Kurt scratched the back of his head, grinning slightly.
"I do not find this funny at all, Mr Hummel. Take a seat right now." Professor Morris stood up and thrust her finger towards the empty chair in front of her.
Kurt walked towards the chair before slumping down into it and crossing his arms behind his head.
"Sit straight, Mr Hummel."
He snorted, "Well, that's kind of impossible considering I'm gay and all that..."
Professor Morris glared at him again, "You know exactly what I meant, Mr Hummel. Sit up. Now."
Kurt rolled his eyes and sat up straight in his chair. Professor Morris glanced back and forth between the two boys, "Now, I have a pile of work to mark for tomorrow so I do not need any distractions from either of you. I want you both to remain in silence for the rest of this hour and to have a long think about what you have both done wrong." With that, she pushed her glasses back up her nose and scribbled away in the text books. Kurt's eyes flickered up to the clock behind her desk.
45 long minutes to go. Great.
In Professor Morris' office...
Blaine didn't take Professor Morris' advice and think about what he had done wrong, because he hadn't done anything wrong. It was Hummel's fault that he was in here and that he had been caught running around the school naked in the first place. So, instead he spent his time planning a way for him to get back at the Slytherin.
He had already ruled out any form of violence as it would just get him into more trouble than Hummel himself. Instead he opted for a prank that would involve wit and humiliation; a small smile crept upon his face at the picture that had formed in his head: Hummel turning a startling shade of red as the entire school laughed and pointed at him, and cheered at Blaine. Blaine turned his head to the right, still grinning, until he caught Hummel lifting an eyebrow at his giddy expression. Blaine flushed and turned back to face the clock.
40 minutes.
Kurt sighed and crossed his arms over his chest. This detention was completely pointless; it wasn't the first one he'd had and he was certain it wouldn't be the last. He'd experienced more detentions than he could care to count and not one of them had changed his diva attitude or toned down his snarky comments.
He thought of all the things he could be doing instead right now, mainly that 6th year Ravenclaw, instead of sitting a metre away from the bane of his existence in this giant, fluorescent pompom. He glanced over at said nemesis to find him grinning madly to himself like an idiot.
The fuck?
As if sensing Kurt's stare, Anderson turned his head in Kurt's direction before meeting his eyes. Kurt haughtily raised an eyebrow at his maddening grin, causing Anderson to lightly blush and face forward again. Kurt sniggered under his breath at the idiot, before sighing deeply and too turning to face the clock.
40 minutes.
A loud knock at the door startled all three of them; they turned to face the visitor. Instead of person, however, a large tawny owl flew in a perched on the edge of Professor Morris' desk. In its beak it held a note, which the Professor opened; her eyes scanned across the page and a small frown appeared upon her face. She lowered the paper and said to the owl, "Tell her that I'll be there as soon as possible." The owl flew out of the room and the door closed behind it.
Professor Morris stood, "Professor McGonagall has asked me to attend an urgent meeting at once so I will be leaving now. You two, however, will remain in this room until the hour is up. I will place a locking charm on the door to ensure that you do not leave. Both of you are to also remain in you seats. IN SILENCE." She trotted out the door and closed it behind her. A clicking noise sounded as the Professor placed the locking charm on the door from outside of the room.
A minute passed before Kurt turned to face Blaine, " To hell with this. I'm leaving." He stood and made his way towards the door.
"Are you an idiot or something? Professor Morris just said that she was going to place a locking charm on the door!"
Kurt ignored Blaine and pointed his wand towards the door, "Alohamora!"
He reached for the door knob, turned and pulled. The door didn't budge.
"Damn it! I must have said it wrong," he cleared his throat, "ALOHAMORA!"
Again he checked the door. Still locked.
Kurt growled in frustration before slumping to the floor. He tilted his head back against the door and closed his eyes.
"I told you it wouldn't work."
Kurt's eyes snapped open and he glared icily at Blaine, "Oh, then what do you suggest, Hobbit? How the hell are we going to get out of this room? Hm?"
Blaine rolled his eyes, "We can't get out this room, you moron. Hence the 'locking' charm. Really, Hummel, are you really that thick? Or do you just try extra hard around me?"
Kurt stood up and gritted his teeth. He strode across the room to where Blaine was sitting sideways in his chair, "Me? I'm the idiot? You're kidding, right? I'm literally the top of every class that I'm in."
Blaine snorted loudly in disbelief, "You? Hardly. We both know that I'm the cleverer of the two of us. Who got the highest grade in the History of Magic class test last week? Hm...let me think.. of yeah, Me."
"That was one time, Frodo! We both know that you only got one more mark that me because Professor Binns has the hots for you!"
"HE HAS NOT!" Blaine stood up, fuming.
"HAS TOO! HE STARES AT YOUR ASS EVERY. FRIGGIN'. LESSON."
"ARE YOU JEALOUS, HUMMEL? BECAUSE IT SOUNDS TO ME AS IF SOMEONE'S JEALOUS!"
"HA! JEALOUS OF AN OLD, GHOST PROFESSOR PERVING ON YOU ? HARDLY! AT LEAST I HAVE PEOPLE MY OWN AGE CHECKING ME OUT! YOU HAVE TO SETTLE FOR AN OLD, PERVY.."
Blaine had had enough. He tackled Kurt to the ground, knocking over one of the tables in the process. Kurt grabbed at Blaine's curls, grimacing as his hands got covered in the thick gel; he pulled his hair tightly. Blaine let out a pained cry, and counteracted by pulling Kurt's hair.
"GET YOUR FILTHY HANDS OFF ME!" Kurt screeched.
"WELL GET YOURS OFF ME THEN!"
Kurt let go of Blaine's hair only to kick him in the stomach, causing Blaine to double over and gasp for air. Kurt took this opportunity to push Blaine back to the floor again so that he was now in the more dominant position. He held Blaine's wrists above his head with one hand and pulled at his hair again with the other.
Blaine slowly wriggled his wrists out of Kurt's grasp. As soon as they were free, his hands went to Kurt's hair again, pulling it painfully in opposite directions. Kurt screamed.
The continued like this, pulling and pushing, until their arms began to tire. Blaine, in the process of their cat-fight, had ended up back on top of Kurt. Both boys' grips loosened in each other's hair; dark hazel-green met icy blue-grey.
Blaine's eyes flickered down to Kurt's lips; Kurt breathing sped up. Their faces inched slowly towards one another...
"I hope that you're both...WHAT ON EARTH IS GOING ON HERE!"
The Gryffindor and Slytherin both jumped to their feet and stood a metre apart, not daring to meet the other's eyes. Instead they stared at Professor Morris who had returned and now looked like she was about to cry.
"Wha..what..my.."
She stared past them to take in the room around her: Papers were strewn across the floor, the two tables and chair were overturned, and some of the framed certificates had fallen of the wall and now lay face down, smashed, on the carpet. All of this, however, was ignored when her eyes landed on the overturned inkpot and spilled ink on her desk.
"THAT IS MAHOGANY!" She screeched. She whirled to face the two boys, who too appeared to be shocked at the state of the room around them, "LOOK WHAT YOU HAVE DONE! YOU'VE RUINED MY ROOM!"
Blaine went to open his mouth to utter an apology, but she cut him off, "DON'T YOU DARE SPEAK! YOU'VE BOTH HAVE NO RIGHT TO SPEAK AFTER WHAT YOU HAVE DONE! I'LL MAKE SURE THAT YOU ARE BOTH PUNISHED SEVERLY TILL THE DAY YOU LEAVE HOGWARTS! NOW LEAVE! DO YOU HEAR ME? LEAVE!"
They grabbed their bags and scrabbled out of the room; the door slammed shut behind them. The stairwell seemed pitch black compared to the harsh, bright light of Professor Morris' office, so neither boy had any idea where they were going. Several times both boys slipped and cursed until finally, they reached the bottom step.
Neither of them moved when they had reached the end of the stairwell. They both stood, facing each other, breathing heavily after literally sprinting down the steps. The silence dragged on until Blaine couldn't take it anymore.
" You...I...I'm going now." But he didn't move. He stood, staring at Kurt, as his eyes adjusted to the dimly lit hallway. He could just about make out Kurt's face; he seemed to be frowning slightly at something.
Kurt shook his head, as if clearing his thoughts.
"Well, " he snapped, "Go on then."
This broke Blaine out of his unusual trance, " I am. So..so..fuck you, Hummel." He turned on his heel and strode in, what he hoped to be, the direction of the Gryffindor wing.
Kurt watched him go before exhaling loudly. He thought back to when he was in Professor Morris' office. He had been so sure that Blaine was going to kiss him... but surely... that couldn't be right. They loathed each other for crying out loud.
So why did he feel disappointed?
Like I said before, the next chap won't be out until next weekend (I'm sorry :( ) Please please please keep reviewing. It makes me cry (in a happy way) , ConnieEmelineSypher xx