Hello once again :)

I'm glad you all are enjoying this. I was a little apprehensive about Kurt and the persona I've given him but...I think you guys liked it :)

This chapter got out of control. A character was introduced that I hadnt planned on using and now basically parts of the plot line I had in my head are changed.

I debated long and hard about houses for everyone. Just so you know. But I'm satisified with how it turned out, so...

So yeah, there's that.

Enjoy :)

Kurt Hummel loosened his tie as soon as he entered Hogwarts, smirking a little at Professor McGonagall's glare that was sent his way as she descended from her office. Really, he only wore his tie because it was required. But nowhere did it say how it was supposed to be worn. Everyone just wore them properly because every single fucking person at the school was uptight and proper, always wanting to follow the rules and trying to get along with everyone. Even his fellow Slytherins were the same – and yeah, sure, they were a little less uptight than everyone else, but they still were relatively good people.

And Kurt hated it. Ever since the last Wizarding War, it seemed that everyone had gone soft. Everyone. He wasn't saying that he wanted the whole Wizarding world to be evil – no, not at all. He actually condoned Dark Magic – for the most part, anyway. He was a Slytherin, after all. Dark Magic was kind of a given with him.

But the fact that Slytherins were getting along with Gryffindors, that they would talk about how they actually liked McGonagall – Kurt wasn't impressed.

"Mr. Hummel," Professor McGonagall said as she walked up to him, her expression stern and her forehead creased slightly. "I would imagine that you're tie will be on properly when you arrive at the Great Hall for the feast?"

Kurt rolled his eyes as he picked up his trunk. "Of course, Professor," he replied, a small smirk on his face. "I always follow the rules."

The woman sighed before turning away towards the student that had followed her out of her office, Kurt smirking once again at how easily the teachers at this school were to rile up.

"Now, Mr. Anderson, there's forty minutes before dinner so that everyone can get situated, and –"

Kurt paused from where he had started walking towards the Slytherin common room, cocking his head as he listened to Professor McGonagall continue to talk.

Anderson. Blaine Anderson.

Kurt grinned a little as he glance over at the boy. Predictably, he'd been sorted into Ravenclaw – if there was one thing Kurt was good at, it was placing people in houses even before the Sorting Hat got to them.

And there was also the fact that he was gay. And that his shoulders were broad and his hazel eyes glowed a little as he took in his surroundings.

Kurt Hummel wanted a piece of Blaine Anderson.

"Anderson," Kurt grunted as he walked up to the boy, interrupting whatever Professor McGonagall was saying. "Like I predicted, I see."

Blaine nodded stiffly in response, his eyes narrowing at Kurt.

"Ah, I see you've already met Mr. Hummel," Professor McGonagall said after a few tense moments.

"Sadly," Blaine replied, his narrowed eyes never leaving Kurt's face.

"Aw, don't be like that," Kurt smirked again, raising his eyebrows at Blaine. "For all you know, we could have a lot in common."

"I highly doubt that," Blaine told him, folding his arms over his chest. "From the whole of three seconds I've spoken to you, I fail to see anything I could possibly have in common with you."

Kurt laughed and cocked his hip. "Did you forget about the fact that we both like cock?" Kurt asked, raising his eyebrow at Blaine, watching as the boy blushed. "Or –"

"Mr. Hummel, that's enough," Professor McGonagall cut in. "Now go on to your house and get settled so that you can come to the feast looking presentable."

Kurt scoffed and glared at her before turning back to Blaine. "See you around, Anderson."

Blaine grunted in response, rolling his eyes a little as he gave his attention back to Professor McGonagall.

"I'm sorry about him," she said. "He's just a little –"

"It's fine, Professor," Blaine told her. "At least he's not bullying me, right?"

Kurt continued walking away, their voices fading away the farther along he got.

But Blaine's sentence had stuck with him. He'd been bullied at Durmstrang, Kurt was now sure of it.

Which meant that he wasn't as different from Kurt as he thought. He wasn't –

No, Kurt thought as he neared the door to the Slytherin common room. Don't think about that. That was years ago.

Kurt gripped his wand tightly as he entered the common room. When walking into the Slytherin house, one could never be too safe. Someone was always looking for someone else to curse – especially if their name was Kurt Hummel.

Because Kurt, of course, was the guy that everyone wanted to take down.

He made his way up to the sixth year dormitories, nodding at a few other Slytherins as he passed them in the staircase.

"Kurt."

Kurt turned to see Sebastian Smythe leaning against the doorframe, a small smirk on his face.

Sebastian, for all intents and purposes, was Kurt's best friend and worst enemy. He understood Kurt – but it seemed like he understood him almost too well.

"Already breaking the rules, I see," Sebastian said, gesturing to Kurt's undone tie.

Kurt nodded in reply before opening his trunk and setting it next to his bed.

"Blimey, mate," Sebastian said after a few moments of silence. "You're in one awful mood, aren't you?"

"Really?" Kurt drawled, his American accent seeming even more prominent now that he was fully within Hogwarts' limits. "What gave that away?"

"No need to be snippy with me, love," Sebastian replied, walking over to his own bed and lounging across it.

"And how many times do I have to tell you not to call me that," Kurt all but snarled. "People might get the wrong idea."

"So let them," Sebastian said with another smirk. "We'd make one hell of a couple."

"Except for the fact that you're an arrogant bastard who fucks everything that breathes," Kurt said with a roll of his eyes. "It just wouldn't work, and you know that." Kurt paused as he slipped his wand into his robes pocket. "And besides, we're far too much alike."

Sebastian shrugged and waggled his eyebrows at Kurt. "It'd probably be weird," he mused. "I mean, considering we've been friends since third year."

"Not to mention the fact that your dick is probably far too small," Kurt retorted, shooting Sebastian the kind of look that said that the conversation was over and that he had once again won.

"And you didn't mellow out at all over the summer," Sebastian said once he caught up to Kurt, who was fixing his tie on the way to the great hall.

"Would you have?" Kurt asked, sighing in frustration at his wrinkled tie before pulling out his wand and casting a spell, watching as the tie knotted itself. "God, I missed magic."

Sebastian didn't respond, the two walking to the Great Hall, Kurt shooting glares at anyone who even bothered to glance at him. Making his way to the end of the Slytherin table, Kurt plopped down and waited for the first years to be ushered in. The sooner the Sorting was done, the sooner they could eat.

He felt Sebastian slip onto the bench beside him, plunking his head down onto the table. "I will never understand why the Sorting is done in front of everyone," he said. "It's just miserable for the rest of us."

Kurt nodded in agreement before fishing his wand out of his pocket, creating small streams of blue colored smoke.

Sebastian's head perked up a moment later, his eyebrows raising and a small smirk playing on his lips. "Oh," he said after a few moments, when he realized that Kurt could really care less about what he was looking at. "A transfer?"

Kurt nodded as he idly moved his hand, watching as the blue smoke followed and formed small circles and patterns. "Blaine Anderson," he supplied, not needing to look at Sebastian to see that his friend was impressed at him already having information. "Ravenclaw, transferred from Durmstrang, and gay."

"And you know all this because…?"

Kurt shot him an incredulous look, causing Sebastian to raise his hands in surrender with a chuckle.

"Right, right, of course," he said. "I forgot never to underestimate one Kurt Hummel."

"Damn straight."

Kurt turned to look at Sebastian, his eyes narrowing as he saw the boy watching Blaine with a small, sly smile on his face.

"Don't think about it," Kurt sneered. "If anyone's getting him, it's me."

"You cannot play that card with me, Hummel," Sebastian scoffed. "Look at him. Just let me have one go at him."

Kurt shook his head. "How about no?" He supplied. "Besides, he's such a virgin that it physically hurts."

"Well I can't imagine he'll let you go at him," Sebastian scoffed. "From what I've gathered, you've already talked to him. And, knowing you, you probably offered to fuck him, am I right?"

Kurt shrugged nonchalantly. "Just showing him his options."

"And, if he is a virgin like you say, that's obviously not going to work."

Kurt glared at Sebastian before turning towards the center of the room, where the first years were now filing in.

"But, since you saw him first, I have to respect that."

Kurt nodded, not turning his head to look at Sebastian.

"But if he rejects you for the whole year, then I'm going for it."

Kurt shifted his gaze to where Blaine was sitting at the Ravenclaw table next to Wes and David, his hands folded in his lap and his eyes downcast.

And Kurt didn't know why he felt a surge of something in him when Sebastian was talking about him, but he did.

And he hated it. Because actual feelings were something he hadn't done in years.

"So we're waiting for the first years to be Sorted?" Blaine asked as he watched the single file line of students walk down the middle aisle.

Wes nodded. "And then we eat until we explode."

Blaine grinned. "Excellent."

The Sorting lasted about half an hour, and finally the students were in their respective houses.

Professor McGonagall stood up, the whole hall instantly becoming silent.

"Welcome to another year at Hogwarts!" She said. "Now, as some of you may know…"

She proceeded to list off the new professor of Herbology, Professor Longbottom, and some rules and regulations for the first years.

"And we welcome Blaine Anderson to Ravenclaw house," she said as she neared the end of her speech. "Welcome to Hogwarts."

Everyone clapped and then she clapped her hands, trays upon trays of food filling the tables.

"Blimey," Blaine breathed, feeling his mouth watering. "This is –"

"Fabulous?"

"Amazing?"

"Everything you wanted in life and more?"

Blaine laughed and nodded, watching as Wes and David started to scoop some onto their plates.

"So, people of interest" Wes said once they were contentedly eating. "Down there you'll see Nick and Jeff," he pointed in the direction towards the other end of the table.

Blaine glanced over and saw a boy with long blond hair clasping another boy's hand, the two smiling faintly at each other and blushing every now and then.

"They're so perfect for each other," David said. "It's actually disgusting."

"And then over in the Gryffindor House," Wes went on, pointing at the table next to them. "You'll find Finn Hudson, Kurt Hummel's step brother." Blaine tried not to show any sort of irritation towards Kurt's name as Wes continued talking. "And Noah Puckerman. No one really knows how he ended up in Gryffindor."

"Mike and Tina," David supplied, gesturing at the other end of the Ravenclaw table.

"Brittany S. Pierce and Quinn Fabray," Wes said as he pointed towards the Hufflepuff table. "If you were into lasses, those two are the ones everyone wants."

Blaine chuckled and shook his head. "Unfortunately, I am not one of those."

"Santana Lopez," David said, pointing at a dark skinned girl sitting at the Slytherin table. "And Sebastian Smythe."

Blaine followed David's gaze, noting that the boy in question was sitting next to Kurt.

"He and Kurt are kind of partners in crime," Wes explained quietly, as if they would be able to hear that they were talking about them. "Watch out for Sebastian, though. He'll try and get in your pants quicker than you can say 'Death Eaters.'"

Blaine nodded as he turned back towards his meal, taking another bite of the turkey.

"Wes, David, I haven't seen Finn yet and –"

A short brunet girl wearing the Ravenclaw tie and crest came to a halt next to where they were sitting, her eyes landing on Blaine.

"Transfer," Wes supplied with his mouth full of food.

"And this is Rachel Berry," David said, patting Rachel's shoulder as she sat down next to him. "Finn Hudson's girlfriend."

Rachel nodded as she prepared herself a plate.

"We honestly don't know how she's not in Slytherin," Wes explained after a moment. "She'd literally do anything to succeed."

Rachel huffed at the accusation. "Right," she scoffed. "I may be conniving, but I don't think I belong in a house that has Hummel, Smythe, and Lopez." Rachel rolled her eyes. "And besides, the Sorting Hat does take requests, if you recall."

Wes chuckled and rolled his eyes at the girl.

"Oh, this is Blaine," David said after a moment of Rachel just staring at Blaine curiously.

"You're gay, aren't you?"

Blaine choked on his pumpkin juice, his eyes widening at the girl as he tried to catch his breath. "What, is it that obvious or something?"

Wes and David chuckled as Rachel looked at him in confusion.

"No, really," Blaine said. "Because you're the second person to say that within the first minute of knowing me."

"Who else –" Rachel started, but Wes cut her off.

"Kurt."

"Ahh." Rachel nodded in understanding. "Well, from what Finn's told me, he's got exceptional radar for gay guys. And I have two dads, so I suppose I do as well."

Blaine nodded once before giving his attention back to his food.

"Be careful with Kurt though," she said after a moment. "Finn says he's not the most –"

"Innocent?" David supplied.

"Respectful?"

"Nice?"

"Generous?"

Rachel laughed and shrugged, her sentence obviously having been completed for her. "And, since there aren't a lot of other single gay guys here…"

"Don't worry," Blaine scoffed, shaking his head a little. "After the two conversations I've had with him, I already want absolutely nothing to do with him."

Rachel nodded before turning back to her meal.

Eventually, students began filing out of the Great Hall, Blaine following Wes and David back to the Ravenclaw tower.

"I'm beat," Blaine murmured as he collapsed onto his bed. "How the bloody hell am I supposed to go to classes tomorrow?"

David chuckled as he took off his robes. "They'll go easy on you," he said.

"For the first day," Wes added.

Blaine groaned and buried his face in his pillow, shrugging out of his robes, suddenly thankful that he didn't have time to properly change into them.

"Wake me up in the morning, mmkay?" Blaine muttered, feeling his eyelids already drooping closed.

"Go to sleep, Blaine."

Blaine laughed softly once before drifting off to sleep.

Blaine found himself running down the hallway the next morning, searching in his bag for his wand and trying to read a map at the same time.

Blaine was lost.

He was supposed to be on his way to Potions, and he'd made a wrong turn somewhere along the way and –

Hogwarts was a big school.

Hell, it was in a castle.

Finding his wand, Blaine realized that it really would do him absolutely no good in this situation. Shoving it into his robe pocket, he continued to shuffle along, hoping that he would somehow miraculously appear at Potions.

"Well, babe, you're looking a little lost."

Blaine whipped around towards the voice, his eyes narrowing as he saw Kurt leaning against the wall.

"Shouldn't you be in class?" He hissed, rolling his eyes as he turned away from him.

Kurt laughed and jogged up to Blaine so that he was now walking beside him. "Showing up fashionably late to class is my specialty," he said. "And besides, I've got the best grades in all of Slytherin house, much to all of the professor's dismay."

Blaine didn't respond, staring at his map and trying to figure out where he even was.

"What's your next class?" Kurt asked. "Maybe I could help you."

Blaine looked up at him, his eyebrows scrunched. "Why are you being nice to me?"

"Look," Kurt said. "I know I can come off a little…rough –"

"Understatement."

Kurt scoffed before continuing. "But I'm trying to rectify myself, alright?"

"Trying to rectify yourself in order to get into my pants," Blaine hissed. "I've met people like you."

Kurt glanced over at Blaine's schedule over his shoulder. "Potions?" Kurt laughed. "That's on the opposite side of the school."

Blaine groaned, realizing that he really didn't have a choice but to let Kurt show him the way.

"Fine," he relented. "Show me the way."

Kurt smirked before he started walking down the hallway, in the opposite direction.

"But just so you know," Blaine said after a moment. "I'm still not interested."

Kurt turned suddenly, Blaine having to stop abruptly so as not to run into Kurt.

His face, however, was much closer to Kurt's than he would have liked it.

"That's such a shame," Kurt breathed, his blue eyes boring into Blaine's. "Because, really, we could have so much fun together."

Blaine gulped, and why was his body practically aching for contact?

Kurt seemed to notice, a smirk playing across his features again. "Damn, Anderson," he said with a low whistle. "If all it takes is me getting close to you to rile you up like that, I can't even imagine what would happen if I were to kiss you."

Blaine gulped again, trying to steady his breathing. "Still not interested," he said. "And, like I said yesterday, we have nothing in common."

"Well, you should probably know that Sebastian wants a piece of you, too," Kurt said once he turned back around and continued walking down the hallway. "He said I get first dibs though."

Blaine growled a little, the fact that they were basically auctioning him off making his anger flare. "I'm not going to do anything with either of you," he hissed. "You're both vile and crude."

"Well that's a little harsh for a Ravenclaw to say, isn't it?" Kurt teased. "I mean, what with your polite manners and all."

Blaine glanced at his map, noting that the Potions room was now right around the corner.

"You know what," he said, his eyes narrowing at Kurt. "I can find it from here."

Kurt nodded, and Blaine went to walk past him in the direction of the classroom.

"What," Kurt said. "No thank you?"

Blaine turned his head a little and smirked. "No," he all but sneered. "I have nothing to thank you for."

Kurt watched as Blaine walked away and into the classroom.

Blaine Anderson was definitely not what Kurt was expecting. Sure, sometimes they didn't respond well to his not so subtle flirting.

But Kurt had never once encountered someone who just seemed genuinely annoyed by him.

But there was something about him – something that made Kurt's body ache. He thought back as to the stinging he'd felt in his chest when Sebastian was talking about Blaine the night before, once again choosing to ignore his emotions.

Kurt Hummel just didn't do emotions. He hadn't in years.

Blaine Anderson, Kurt thought as he turned to walk towards his next class, You've just raised my stakes by tenfold.

Sorry if you don't agree with any of the houses. I made Quinn and Brittany Hufflepuff becuase i felt that I needed some Hufflepuffs, and they won't have a major part so..

The main story takes place between Ravenclaw and Slytherin...obviously.

Kurt's got an interesting past...that's been hinted at :)

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, and Harry Potter and all related names belong to J.K. Rowling.

I'm going to try and update this once a week :) I have another WIP going too, and I am busy, so...

But I will try my best.

Thank you guys so much for your love with this fic. So continue to let me know what you think, yeah? And if you have any suggestions or tips or anything, let me know :)

Also, on a side note, this has made me realize how rusty I am on the Harry Potter lingo.