Author's Note: HELLO KLAINITES! THANKYOU TO LIA, CHIBIRONI13, STARGLEEKPOTTERR5 ( ;D ), DANCINGTHERAYNE, MAGGIE, KLAINEFEARELLA *spoons imaginary medicine into mouth and hugs* AND MOONSHOES94 FOR THE REVIEWS! *buys a t-shirt gun thingy that shoots out imaginary t-shirts with 'Klainers gonna Klaine' on*. The next update probably won't be till next weekend, sorry ! Also...LAUREN (THE BETA) IS HOME! So I have someone to phone when I'm bored :D! Also...HOPPY EASTER EVERYONE !...aand...sorryitssuchashortchapter...

In the Gryffindor changing rooms...

Blaine grinned sheepishly at his friends and teammates, "Hi guys..."

"Blaine. Sit down. Now." Wes' voice was sharp, and Blaine could tell that he was on the brink of snapping, so he did as Wes said and took a seat on the empty bench opposite his team. His teammates glowered at him at anger and a hint of disappointment, which made him feel ten times worse.

He tried to explain himself, "Look, I know this might seem—"

Wes swiftly cut him off, "—No. You look here, Blaine. We know what this is about. It's about you wanting to get your revenge on your 'new friend' Hummel." Blaine had already discussed his plan with them, "But did you really have to lose the game for us in the process? Couldn't you have just come up with a safer plan? You lost the match for us, Blaine. We were all counting on you."

Wes sighed and sat down amongst his team, "I know that getting revenge must mean a lot for you," Blaine nodded his head guiltily, "but this was important to us, Blaine. For the rest of the time that we have here, we're never going to live it down. Hell, even the Gryffindors won't let this go!" He paused, "Which is why we had to make a decision."

Blaine's head snapped up suddenly (he had ducked his head guiltily during Wes' scolding). "Decision?"

Please let it not be what I think it is...

"Blaine," Wes stood up and gave him an apologetic look before continuing, "We decided to –"

"NO! No, don't!" Blaine jumped up off the bench and pleaded desperately, "I know what you're going to say! But please! Please don't! You can't-!"

"Blai-"

"NO! NO, YOU CAN'T DO THIS! YOU CAN'T KICK ME OF THE TEAM!"

Tears had started forming in his eyes and his voice sounded strained; he willed himself not to cry. Finn had stood up during his outburst and he walked towards Blaine, reaching an arm out to comfort him.

"DON'T TOUCH ME!" Blaine screamed, "J-JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!" He turned and roughly pushed the red curtain aside, running without a backward glance to the only place that he could find peace.

The Room of Requirement.

In one of the corridors...

Kurt quickly paced back and forth quickly.

Come on! You should be showing up by now!

He crossed his arms over his chest and tapped his foot impatiently, facing the wall. All he wanted was a place where he could get away from everyone. Ever since he had 'won' the match against Gryffindor, the Slytherins had been pestering him with 'well done, mate's and 'Hummel is our king'. Of course, he had initially loved the attention and the fame (he was even named 'the best seeker of our generation'), but now the feeling of triumph had died off, leaving him to feel annoyed and hence, him needing a place to escape to.

He decided to try again.

I need to escape. I need to get away from them.

Just as he was about to make his third round of the corridor, a silver door materialized on the previously blank wall. He smiled a small, grateful smile before checking that the corridor was still empty, and then entering his new, safe haven.

The Room of Requirement.

The room of requirement...

The walls were covered in delicate, floral-patterned wallpaper that complemented the dark, wooden floor; a variety of plush chairs and loveseats surrounded the warm fire that was blazing in the marble fireplace. On the other side of the room, a cluster of peculiar and strange objects were stacked in piles: a large vanity cabinet with large, twisting vines growing out of its drawers, a large rocking horse with the head of a toucan and a furry, golden goblet that shivered every few minutes were just a few of the mysterious items. To a clean-freak (otherwise known as 'his mother') it would have seemed like a nightmare, but to Blaine it felt like home.

Many times Blaine had sought refuge in this room after coming out as 'gay' in 8th grade. He had been taunted and ridiculed by various students in his year, most of them being Slytherins. Fortunately the abuse was never physical; only mean words and insults were thrown at him. Nevertheless, the words hurt and hence, resulted in many sleepless nights of curling up and sobbing into his knees. That was how Blaine had first discovered the Room of Requirement.

Although his friends were extremely supportive and would comfort him when he was glared at, Blaine didn't want to be an inconvenience for them, so he would often shut himself away. After a few months of having to deal with the abuse from various students, the crying had become more frequent, especially at night. Blaine needed a place to go where he could cry as loudly as he wished. A place where he could scream out his anger and hurt. So, after having a particularly horrible day of insults, Blaine had sneaked out of his dorm, past his oblivious, sleeping friends, into the corridor.

Initially he had been heading to the prefect's bathroom which was rumoured to be almost always empty, but when he had walked down one of the usually door-free corridors, a silver door had appeared on his right in his peripheral vision. Blaine, being his curious self, had rushed up to the door, cautiously grasped the handle and opened the door. A small smile of relief and hope had graced his face as he had stepped into the room for the first time.

Blaine allowed the tears to spill over as he slammed the door behind him. He strode up to on the plush chairs, grabbed one of the fluffy pillows, slammed it to the floor and kicked at it until it split and feathers poured out. He then proceeded to do this with all of the others, until he ran out of pillows and decided to take his anger out on the chairs, upturning every one of them. He then let out a long, loud scream and slid down the wall behind him; he buried his face in his hands and sobbed brokenly.

He'd never felt so alone. His friends had turned against him, the whole of Gryffindor hated him, and to make matters worse, Kurt Hummel, the person who had been the start of all this mess, was currently being adored by everyone.

He let out another scream.

SCREW YOU, LIFE.

The room of requirement...

Kurt froze, shocked. When he had come across the passage on the Room of Requirement in his Hogwarts: a History text book, he had imagined the room to be warm and inviting, what he didn't expect was to find a room that looked like a herd of bulls had trampled through it.

YOU CALL THIS A SANCTUARY?

A soft sniffle echoed in the room, the source of which seemed to be huddling against the wall, behind one of the overturned chair. Kurt frowned in confusion.

The hell?... Is that a house-elf?

Kurt warily stepped towards the crying...thing. He paused as he reached the front of the chair; the thing behind it must have sensed that someone was there, causing it to draw in a quick, harsh breath.

As Kurt started to lean over the chair to see what (or who) was behind it, he caught the murmur of a 'stupefy' before he was thrown backwards onto the wooden floor.

A shadow loomed over him, before he blacked out.

I'M SO SORRY THAT IT'S SO SHORT! I have loads of revision and stuff for A Levels (never, ever, take Math, Biology or Chemistry...trust me) The next update will be next weekend. I promise to make it longer! CES xxxxxxxxxxsorryxxxxxxxxxx PS MY TUMBLR IS NOW GINGERCOCO.