Hi guys! I'm sorry that this chapter was a little later than expected, I've been quite busy these past few days. I'm thinking that I probably going to update at least once a week (I'm not going to give a specific day because I may end up posting it slightly later and I really don't want to break any more promises) I'm still trying to improve the quality of my writing because it's quite amateurish, so I hope that this chapter is slightly better. If not, I'm so sorry and I'm gonna keep practicing, I promise :) Anyway, I hope you enjoy it!

Blaine stood over the crumpled body of the feisty Slytherin student that lay on the floor in front of him. He was strewn half across a ripped cushion with his arms and legs pointing in random directions, and his usually coiffed hair severely rumpled, which he would no doubt throw a fit over if he were conscious. His face, however, was peaceful; he appeared a lot younger without it contorted into its typical smirk. If only people could see the snarky Kurt Hummel now, Blaine thought with a small grimace.

After his outburst at being kicked off the Quidditch team and the chaotic destruction of the Room of Requirement that followed, Blaine no longer had any energy left inside him to cause any humiliation or harm to the unconscious boy on the floor. His body ached from all the rage he had been feeling, leaving him drained.

Sliding down the upturned chair behind him, he drew his knees up to his chest, and took in the boy before him.

Hummel was good looking, he couldn't deny it, with his long eyelashes, currently fanning across his defined cheeks, plump lips and slightly-upturned button nose. Gone was the baby fat that had stuck with him up until 4th year when he had joined the Quidditch team. Blaine had started to notice a slight change in the boy throughout that year; it wasn't until he had returned to Hogwarts in 5th year after the summer that he realised what a dramatic change the boy had undergone. He had lost the plumpness of his rosy cheeks, replacing them with high cheek bones that any model would crave for. Not only that, he had found that Hummel had grown a fair amount and had gained at least 4 inches on Blaine; he remembered how bitter he had been at that fact.

Blaine scoffed at his thoughts and where they were leading; he turned to face the wall, leaning his head against the soft material of the chair. Closing his eyes, the Gryffindor took a deep breath and exhaled shakily.

God, what am I doing? I'm supposed to hate the guy, not fucking think about how pretty his face is.

He scrubbed a hand roughly down his face and turned to face the boy again. The only movement was the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed, which mesmerised Blaine for another few minutes before he visibly shook himself out of his odd behaviour. He got to his feet again and stared down Kurt, contemplating what to do with him; tilting his head in contemplation as his eyes skimmed over the Slytherin.

I could just leave him, he thought, but that would be such a waste. When was the last time I had an opportunity like this? I was waiting for a chance to get revenge, this could be it.

Clicking his tongue, a habit that recurred when he was concentrating, he started to slowly circle the boy's body, stepping carefully over the limbs stretched in front of his path. As he walked, he felt the resentment towards Hummel and determination to get revenge seep back into him. He'd stick to the seduction plan. It was foolproof and Blaine had already started on warming Kurt up to him; if he were to abandon the idea now, the Quidditch game would have been lost for nothing. One thing was for certain though, he would make him suffer, the way that he had suffered earlier, only Kurt would have it much, much worse.

Blaine grinned at his decision and gently scooped the taller boy up into his arms, cradling him against his chest before turning and striding towards the door purposefully. The door swung open in front of him, catering to Blaine's needs, then closed gently behind him, melting into the wall as he marched up the corridor towards Hogwart's infirmary.

Kurt woke up with a throbbing head and an aching body. He shifted slightly and squeezed his eyes shut at the shot of pain that ran up his side, before letting out a quiet groan.

"I wouldn't move too much if I were you."

His eyes snapped open at the voice and found, to his disbelief, that a certain Gryffindor was sitting in the armchair on the right side of his hospital bed. Wait. Hospital bed?

Kurt took in the white tiled walls and the dark wooden floor, slightly hidden behind the pale yellow curtains that were pulled around partway around the small area where his bed was. He then looked down at himself: fortunately, he was still dressed in his uniform, although it was slightly rumpled, and there was a white sheet draped over him, pulled up to his waist. Once he realised that hair was most likely ruffled like his clothes, and he quickly reached his hands up to pat it down.

"Calm down, it looks fine."

Kurt's eyes snapped back to the other boy. "Why am I in the infirmary?" He voice held some snark, a defence mechanism for the confusion that he was feeling.

Anderson uncrossed his legs and leaned back, draping his arms over the arms of the chair, before answering nonchalantly, "You fell and hit your head."

"Hit my..."

Kurt closed his eyes and tried to recall what he last remembered before he had blacked out. He remembered winning the Quidditch match against Gryffindor, and remembered the celebrations that followed. He remembered leaving his team mates and the cheering fans to find some solitude; the Room of Requirement. He remembered being disappointed when finding the room filled with upturned chairs and ripped cushions. He also remembered the soft crying and the small whisper, before-

"You!"

The other boy raised an eyebrow at him.

"Me?"

"Yes, you! He attempted to sit himself up before wincing in pain, and settling for thrusting his index finger out at the Gryffindor boy instead. "You hexed me! You fucking hexed me!"

Anderson raised his eyebrow again, "I did no such thing."

"Yes you fucking did, you prat!"

The shorter boy sighed deeply, in an almost patronising manner.

"Look, Hu- Kurt," Kurt's shock at the use of his first name was evident on his face, "I know we've had our differences," a small scoff, "but I really just want to put the past behind us. I didn't hex you."

There was a brief pause as Kurt registered what the boy had said.

"Then who the hell did?"

He shrugged his head and lifted his shoulders in a small, but not uncaring, shrug. "Another student? House elf? I don't know."

Kurt frowned, before slowly asking, "Then why are you here?"

"I...found you. You were unconscious, so I carried you here."

He carried me h…? The Gryffindor boy was really starting to confuse Kurt; a person wouldn't, couldn't, change in such a short amount of time.

"You….why?"

The shorter boy sat up straighter in the chair and leaned forward slightly; before he had time to react, Kurt's right hand was encased by both of Blaine's. Kurt froze in shock for several seconds, and Blaine quickly took the opportunity to explain to Kurt before he pulled his hand away.

"I don't think you understand me fully when I say that 'I want to put the past behind us'. I want to be friends, Kurt."

Kurt stared into his hazel eyes, fixed on him with a serious look.

"Don't bullshit me."

"Kurt, I'm not lying to you!" Blaine threw his hands in up exasperation before he pushed himself out of the chair and turned to leave. Kurt would be lying if he said that he didn't slightly miss the warmth on his hands, "You know what? Just forget it."

Kurt started to panic. If you had asked later him why he had been panicking, he wouldn't have been able to tell you; he didn't know. He just couldn't ignore the small flare of fright that ran through him at the other boy's retreating form.

Anderson had a point, he admitted to himself, begrudgingly. He could no longer remember why they were fighting, what the cause of their hatred toward each other even was. It was becoming immature and pointless, and nowadays, he could admit that he felt a small twinge of weariness every time he had finished a small match of insult-throwing and hexing with him in one of the corridors. He pushed himself up a bit straighter, his back propped up by large, cotton pillows.

Blaine only managed to take three steps away from the bed.

"Wait!"

Blaine closed his eyes and smirked to himself briefly, still facing away from the other boy, before opening them and turning around slowly to face him.

"What?"

"Just… wait, will you?"

He walked back to the bed and paused by the chair; he raised his eyebrow in silent question. Hummel sighed and dragged his pale hands down his face slightly, before they paused, covering the majority of his eyes and mouth.

"Ihavenoideawhybutiagreewithwhatyousaidithinkweshou ldbefriends."

"I… yeah you're gonna have to run that by me again. Maybe this time don't mumble into your hands."

He half expected Kurt to argue back at the hint of irritation that was present in his tone; to his surprise, the boy only frowned a little, before smothering his features into a neutral expression.

"I said, I have no idea why. But. I…agree with you? With what you said. And, I think," he took a small deep breath and Blaine watched his eyes close tightly and his brow furrow, no doubt due to some inner turmoil that the boy was experiencing at admitting that his previous rival was actually right about something, "I think that we should be… friends."

Kurt's eyes opened on 'friends', just as Blaine's widened it surprise.

"What?"

"You heard me." The annoyance seeping into his tone snapped Blaine back to focus of his plan; if he wanted Kurt to like him, he was going to have to hold back on the sharpness and anger that he usually reserved for the Slytherin.

A small, hopeful smile graced Blaine's face, and he had to give some credit to Kurt for trying to return it, even if it didn't quite reach his eyes.

"So. Friends."

"Yeah." Kurt let out. His voice was slightly breathy; he was nervous.

Blaine most definitely did not find this fact cute. Not at all.

The grin on his face became more pronounced as he felt his plan falling into place, and he shoved his hands into his pockets to refrain from fist pumping.

"Good… so, I need to go now, I, er, have some Potions homework to finish for tomorrow." He broke eye contact and looked at the floor for a moment, composing himself, before flashing Kurt another smile; he looked more relaxed now against the pillows with a soft smile on his face.

"I'll see you around, Kurt."

"Bye… Blaine," The Gryffindor's smile got wider, if that was possible, and he headed towards the door, calling out a quick 'No problem!' at the 'And thank you!' that was shouted after him.

Kurt watched him leave the room, and he caught himself smiling. He felt like his world had been turned upside down too suddenly; in just one day, he had gone from becoming enemies with Blaine Anderson to sort-of friends. Kurt would be lying if he didn't say that scared him a little, he had after all grown up hating the boy.

However, he was passed that now. He was mature. He didn't want to spend the rest of his school life hating someone because of a small, trivial event that might have taken place between the boys all those years ago. Kurt Hummel was a changed man.

I mean, you never know, I could end up becoming good friends with the boy.

He laughed at himself, at his naivety. No, he wouldn't go that far. They would probably be acquaintances at the most.

Nothing more.

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