As promised...
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The rest of the week continued in the same manner. Blaine would offer to walk Kurt to his next lesson, or to carry his books for him. Needless to say, Kurt was becoming more and more suspicious of Blaine's actions, as was the rest of the school (he was even calling him by his first name for crying out loud!). After the Gryffindor had first offered to carry the Slytherin's bag, the word of Blaine's kindness had spread around the students like wildfire. Both boys received curious and bemused looks on a daily basis from their fellow peers; Kurt often glared back at them, whilst Blaine gave then a small smile and a nod before continuing to his next class.
The chaotic detention had also not been forgotten. Both Blaine and Kurt had to endure one hour each evening in Professor McGonagall's office (Professor Morris refused to let the boys anywhere near her office again) in complete silence. Luckily, they were allowed Saturday and Sunday evenings off to prepare for the big game taking place the following Monday: Gryffindor versus Slytherin.
On the way to the Charms classroom...
Kurt heard the sound of feet slapping on the floor of the corridor behind him; he knew who it was before they spoke or he even turned around.
Not again.
"Hummel! Hey, Kurt, wait up!"
Kurt stopped abruptly, Anderson nearly colliding into him.
"What do you want?" He asked, exasperated. He hitched his heavy bag further up his shoulder; Anderson noticed his struggle.
"I just wanted to walk with you to Charms class... and hey, is your bag too heavy? I could carry it for you if you like?" He batted his eyelashes at Kurt innocently as the Slytherin groaned and ran a hand through his hair.
"If I say yes would you quit bothering me?"
The shorter boy's eyes seemed to light up at his answer and he thrust his hand out to hold the heavy bag which Kurt warily placed into his hand, half worrying that he would turn back to his usual self and throw the bag in the lake.
Anderson lifted the bag onto the shoulder that wasn't occupied by his own bag and started forward towards his next class. Kurt watched him walk (he was struggling slightly with the weight) before rolling his eyes and catching up to his supposed enemy.
Why is he being so...nice all of a sudden?
He didn't realised that he had wondered aloud until Blaine answered, "I just think we got off on the wrong foot in first year and I didn't get the chance to know you properly before," he hesitated for a fraction of a second, "judging you."
"But why now? Why, after what...five years?...of hating me, have you decided that you want to be," He struggled to get the word out, "...friends."
Anderson stopped and turned to face Kurt who stopped also. " Look, Hu—Kurt." He sighed, "We only have a few months left of sixth year," It was currently April, meaning that they had about a month before test week. Luckily they had already completed their O. the previous year and they wouldn't have to do their N.E. for another year, meaning that they only had to endure small, meaningless (to Kurt, at least) class tests and mock exams, " and after that we only have seventh year before we leave Hogwarts for good. I don't want to end my time here holding a grudge against anyone, including you."
Kurt's brow furrowed at this. He still didn't understand. He and Blaine were sworn enemies, they always would be. He stole a sideway glace at Anderson (they had continued walking) who had a calm smile on his face. Kurt also noticed that he appeared more relaxed compared to when he came near him before his rapid change of character, before the detention...
Wait. That's when he stopped hating me. After that detention. After their almost ki—
Kurt skidded to a halt at his sudden realisation.
That had caused his sudden personality change! He had been an infuriating prick up until that point. It's the only possible explanation!
Kurt considered this for another second before his eyes widened in disbelief.
Does this mean that Frodo actually likes me?-
"Hey Kurt! Are you okay? Come on slow-coach, we're gonna be late for class!" Anderson flashed a grin before he turned to the corner at the end of the corridor.
Kurt tried to swallow the burning bile that had gathered at the back of his throat.
Please let me be wrong.
In the quidditch changing room...
"My fellow Gryffindors," Wes stood, back straight in front of his team who were sitting on the bench in front of him, "we have been waiting for this day for many months. We have suffered the blistering heat of the sun, endured harsh, glacial hailstones and have struggled through many typical, British downpours of acid-rain, yet here we stand. Strong." He looked at each of them in turn, "Every single one of you is special. Unique. Extraordinary...and that's why you have been chosen to represent your house and lead them to victory."
Wes strode up to one of the empty chairs and leapt onto it whilst screaming , "WE WILL NOT BE BEATEN. WE WILL NOT BE DEFEATED. WE. ARE. GRYFFINDOR!" He clawed his hands and let out a lion-like roar. His team sat in silence for a moment, staring at him.
"Are you done yet? We have to go on the pitch now."
Wes exhaled noisily at his team's lack of enthusiasm towards his speech and climbed down off the chair.
"Yes, alright. Come on then." He pushed aside the curtain and walked out, his team followed.
On the pitch...
As the two teams walked out onto the pitch, a loud voice, belonging to the Ravenclaw, Artie Abrahams, broke out over the roaring crowd.
"WITCHES, WIZARDS AND MAGICAL BEASTS! PREPARE YOURSELVES FOR WHAT IS GOING TO BE THE MOST SPECTACULAR AND LEGENDARY GAME THAT IS GOING TO TAKE PLACE HERE TODAY: GRYFFINDOR VERSUS SLYTHERIN!" The surrounding crowd of students and teachers went wild; banners were waved frantically and horns were blown. Madame Hooch stood in the centre of the pitch, her yellow hawk-like eyes narrowed, "Now, I want a clean game from all of you," she turned to face Noah Puckerman, one of Slytherin's beaters, "That includes you, Puckerman." He smirked.
She raised her voice so that both teams could hear her over the yelling and chanting of the students, "You may all now mount your brooms," they did as she said, "Ready? Okay. On my whistle."
Blaine mounted his broom as Madame Hooch instructed and waited for the whistle. Artie's voice echoed around the pitch.
"Y'ALL READY? MADAME HOOCH, TAKE IT AWAY!" The said professor rolled her eyes before blowing the whistle, signalling the start of the game.
Blaine grasped the broom firmly between his hands before diving up into the air along with his team. Since he was seeker, he didn't have much to do towards the beginning of the game, so he sat on his broom above the other players and kept an eye out for a flash of gold.
Across the other end of the pitch, he spied Hummel also sitting still on his broom, watching. Coincidently, he too happened to be a seeker; obtaining excellent grades weren't the only thing the boys competed against.
Blaine's mind drifted back to earlier that day when he had offered to carry Hummel's bag, and how he had actually allowed him to. He knew his plan was working as soon as the Slytherin surrendered his bag to Blaine but he didn't expect Hummel to crack so quickly.
At this rate, I might just about get my revenge fully before the end of the school year!
Blaine grinned at this. When Hummel turned and caught his eye, Blaine decided to push his plan a bit further by giving him a small wave and a wink. The Slytherin looked behind himself, not realising that Blaine was waving to him; Blaine released a chuckle at this.
He was kind of adora-THE FUCK?...WHERE THE HELL DID THAT COME FROM?
Blaine sat, shocked at himself for even thinking such things, until...
"...AND THE GOLDEN SNITCH HAS JUST PASSED BY MY MAN ANDERSON! FLY BOY, FLY!"
Blaine swerved the broomstick after spotting the said golden snitch and dashed forward. He leaned forward, slowly gaining speed, just like he had practiced; the snitch was a short distance ahead of him. The wind whipped at his face, causing Blaine to wince every few seconds and effectively ruining his 'never take your eyes off the snitch' plan.
A small movement in his peripheral vision caused Blaine to lose his focus or a moment. He turned his head slightly and caught a quick glimpse of auburn hair: Hummel.
Now, Blaine really did need to win this game, but then again, by winning the game, he could effectively ruin his chances of 'seducing' Hummel. He weighed up the pros and cons (which was kind of difficult considering he was still chasing the snitch at the same time). Pros of winning the game: his friends would be happy, his team would be happy...hell, the whole of Gryffindor would be happy. Cons: his entire revenge plan could be ruined, meaning that Hummel would get away with every single prank and insult that he had ever thrown at Blaine for the past five years.
He made his decision and flew faster after the snitch.
On a broomstick...
As soon as Artie Abrahams' voice had announced that the snitch had passed by Anderson, Kurt took off, desperate to reach it before his rival did.
Anderson was a short distance in front of him, leaning forward on his broom to gain speed. Kurt copied his actions and slowly caught up with him until he was right beside him. He saw Blaine turn his head a little, as if checking to see who had crept up on him, before slowing down ever so slightly. This gave Kurt an opening to gain the lead, which he did.
Come on, Kurt. You can do this...
Tilting his Firebolt 360 forward, his chances of winning the game and leading Slytherin to victory increased; the golden snitch was now only mere inches away from his broom. However, before he got chance to move just that bit closer, something nudged his broomstick from the side, putting him off balance for a moment.
Damn that Anderson.
Kurt pushed back, refusing to be bullied into losing.
The boys were now both neck and neck; the snitch was closer to them than it had been throughout the entire game. Tensions rose within the watching crowd, who held their breath at the realisation that the game was near to being won. Kurt was so close that he could almost taste his victory, but he had to get rid of Anderson first.
What happened next shocked Kurt to his core.
It was as if someone 'up there' was on his side, for the Gryffindor seeker had pulled back slightly, allowing Kurt to flash forward and seize the snitch.
There was a moment of silence...
Time moved slowly as Kurt turned to face Blaine.
Hazel flecked eyes met with a Glasz pair.
Kurt opened his mouth to speak.
... and then the roar of the crowd returned.
"And Slytherin wins the game." Mumbled a downtrodden Artie Abrahams into the speaker.
Blaine had rushed straight into the changing rooms after he had landed safely on the pitch. The Slytherin students and quidditch team had swarmed over to Hummel and had lifted him on their shoulders. The Slytherin seeker had obviously still been confused at Blaine's unexpected act; his grin not quite reaching his eyes.
Blaine closed his eyes and inhaled slowly before releasing a shaky breath. He now had to go and face his team mates.
Fantastic.
Sweeping the red curtain aside, he stepped into the changing room where his team waited.
Glares.
They knew.
They had seen him pull back.
Wes stepped forward.
"Blaine. We need to talk."
Fuck.
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