So this chapter...Yeah. Didn't go how I was expecting it to.

At all.

I actually had to change the ending because I wasn't ready for what happened to happen.

And I wrote the first half in the car on my iPhone...Yayy :)

"So, Hummel, how's your little project with Anderson going?"

Kurt really wasn't in the mood for Sebastian's banter. He was already struggling with his brain, asking it why it insisted on worrying about Blaine and fearing the worst after he had fallen.

Oh, and the fact that it caused him to kiss Blaine on the cheek after he was sure the boy was asleep.

Kurt didn't know what Blaine did to his emotions. He didn't understand, and he didn't like the fact that some British boy from Durmstrang could just waltz into Hogwarts and make him question everything he'd previously known about himself.

"Not now, Sebastian," Kurt said between clenched teeth.

"Well is he showing any signs of giving into you?" Sebastian pressed on. "Because you did say I could have a go if he rejected you."

Kurt huffed in irritation and flipped a page in his book. That was the one thing about everyone sleeping in the same room – there was no getting away when you were having a particularly uncomfortable conversation.

Kurt thought back to his conversation with Blaine in the hospital wing, how Blaine had briefly grabbed his hand and told him that it was okay, that it was alright, that he shouldn't worry.

And, what the actual hell, was he blushing?

Kurt Hummel didn't blush.

"Hummel," Sebastian taunted, a small smirk spreading on his lips. He jumped off of his bed and hurried over to Kurt's, perching on the edge as he leaned over Kurt, who was lying on his back with his arm over his eyes in a lame attempt to cover his face. "Are you blushing, Hummel?"

"No," Kurt mumbled, because, if he'd learned anything over the years, it was that you never let Sebastian hold something over your head.

"Merlin, Hummel," he smirked. "Last time I saw you blush like that was the week after I fucked you for the first time."

Kurt groaned and stood up, needing to get away from Sebastian before he did something he would seriously regret. "We said we weren't going to talk about that," Kurt huffed. "It was a mistake."

"Really," Sebastian drawled. "A mistake that happened more than once?"

Kurt huffed in frustration, cursing his young fifteen year old horny self as he clenched his hand around the wand in his robes pocket. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, trying to control himself before he completely lost it. "Sebastian," he said slowly. "I don't care how hard you try. We've been through this time and time again, and we've pretty much come to the conclusion that we aren't each other's types."

Sebastian snorted and rolled his eyes, throwing his head back and lounging on Kurt's bed. "Well then what is your type, Hummel?" He said. "Smart, nerdy, gel-haired Ravenclaw virgins?"

Something flared inside Kurt. His hand tightened around his wand as he glared at Sebastian. He didn't know why people talking about Blaine like that – or in any negative way – made him angry, but it did.

"Don't' talk about him like that," he hissed, hoping that Sebastian could see the daggers that were coming out of his eyes.

"Woah, mate," Sebastian said, his eyes widening as he held his hands up in surrender. "I didn't mean to offend you or anything. I didn't think you were so protective of him already."

Kurt hissed in frustration, fisting a hand through his hair as he started pacing. "I shouldn't feel like this about him," he said between clenched teeth, glad it was only him and Sebastian in the dormitory at the moment. "God, Sebastian, what is wrong with me?"

Sebastian laughed and stood up, walking over to Kurt and placing his hands on Kurt's shoulders. "Maybe you shouldn't be so afraid of showing your feelings," Sebastian said. "I know I shouldn't be talking," he rushed when he took in Kurt's expression. "But really, Kurt. Maybe all of these feelings you're having for Blaine are for a reason."

"I can't," Kurt said, and he sounded broken. He hadn't sounded broken in years, not since his mother died. "Every time I do, someone ends up hurt."

Sebastian sighed and plopped down onto the floor, resting his elbows on his knees as he looked up at Kurt. "Look, mate," he said slowly. "When we became friends third year, I knew you were like me. I could see that you'd been through shit, that you'd changed over the summer." Sebastian paused for a moment, giving Kurt time to think. "But I could also see what you used to be. You used to be a shy boy, one who loved and was loved unconditionally."

"That was before everything changed," he said quietly. "Before my dad got remarried months later. And yeah, he still loves me, but –"

"Hummel, I know," Sebastian sighed. "How many times have we gone through this? You're no longer safe at your house, your stepmom doesn't understand, your stepbrother would rather have you not exist."

Kurt groaned and slid onto the floor next to Sebastian.

"Maybe you should let Blaine in," Sebastian suggested after a moment. "You did say he wasn't interested in you because you come on a little forceful."

Kurt laughed and shook his head a little.

"Maybe if you opened up, you'd get him to open up to the idea of you."

Kurt sighed and laughed again. "When did you become so good at the emotions and advice giving thing?" He asked.

Sebastian grinned and nudged him in the side. "I've got four sisters, all in their teenage years," he chuckled. "You learn a lot about drama and relationships during one summer."

Kurt closed his eyes and leant his head back against the wall, taking deep breaths and just trying to clear his mind.

"And besides," Sebastian said a moment later. "If you open up and he finally relents, you'll be able to shag that sweet virgin ass of his."

Kurt laughed – a genuine laugh – and slapped Sebastian in the shoulder.

"What?" Sebastian said. "I'm just stating the truth!"

"It is true," Kurt agreed. "But that's my 'sweet virgin ass.'"

Sebastian laughed and held his hands up in surrender. "Just because I'm not pursuing him doesn't mean I can't appreciate his finer qualities."

It was times like this when Kurt knew why he was friends with Sebastian. Yeah, the boy drove him crazy more often than not, but he was a genuinely good friend when he needed to be.

Kurt only wished he could say the same for himself.

"I don't know what to do," he admitted after a moment. "I've been closed off for so long…"

"You'll figure it out," Sebastian reassured him. "And, since you've already said that you're more like your old self around Blaine, maybe there's not much else you need to do. Maybe all you need to do is stop fighting it."

Stop fighting it.

Kurt didn't know if he could stop the internal war that was raging inside of him every day – the one that fought Kurt time and time again with how he should react to situations, what he should say, what he should do.

Kurt groaned and closed his eyes again. He knew that to stop fighting it would be easier said than done.

When Blaine was finally released from the hospital wing, he had no idea what his emotions even were. He was still slightly out of it from the medication Madam Pomfrey had given him before he left, and, combined with his confusion with Kurt and the pain still slightly coursing through his body, he just wasn't in a comfortable place at the moment.

He would have loved to just stay in the hospital wing for the remainder of the week. He'd even somewhat begged Madam Pomfrey to let him stay a few more days, but she resisted and told him that if he was well enough to go to class, he was going to go to class.

Hogwarts, Blaine had found within his first few months at the school, was definitely more difficult than Durmstrang had been. Durmstrang was mainly about masculinity and finding your inner man, not oriented around academics and becoming good, well-educated wizards.

And, because of that, Blaine felt that he fit in more at Hogwarts. He was kind of nerdy, yeah, he liked books and reading and studying. He wore bowties when he could change out of his robes and he always gelled his curls down. He liked to sing and play piano and he even messed around on the guitar a little.

So he definitely wasn't Durmstrang material.

Blaine checked his watch to find that it was lunchtime, but he'd just eaten the hospital food Madam Pomfrey had given him not even fifteen minutes ago.

Deciding he could use some time wandering the hallways – since he still couldn't fully navigate Hogwarts without getting lost – he started to stroll down a corridor, not even sure where he was going.

As he walked, he passed a door that he hadn't seen before. He may not know the school all that well, but he'd been down every corridor, this specific one multiple times, and he definitely hadn't seen that door before.

Scrunching his eyebrows in confusion a little, he opened the door slowly, humming a song under his breath as he did so. Once the door was open, he took a few steps into the room, his eyes widening as he saw what was inside.

And Blaine really, really wanted to know why he hadn't found this room sooner.

There was a small bookshelf off on one side, with a few comfortable looking chairs scattered in different parts throughout the room. Rugs on the floor made the room look homey and cozy, a small fire burning in the stone fireplace.

And, off in the corner, was a shining piano.

Grinning, Blaine closed the door behind him and rushed over to the piano, stroking his hand along the shiny black top before sitting down, just staring at the keys in front of him. It looked like it hadn't been touched in ages, if at all.

He slowly raised his right hand up and placed it on the keys, smiling a little at how smooth they felt under his fingers. He hadn't touched a piano in ages, not for a few years. His mom had gotten rid of his while he was away at school a few years ago. They needed the money. They always needed the money.

Blaine took a shaky breath as he plunked down on one key, surprised at how in tune it sounded. He really shouldn't have been surprised, though – this was a school of magic, after all.

Bringing his other hand up, Blaine placed them both onto the piano in the C position, pausing for a moment and thinking of what he wanted to play.

It came to him instantly, something he had been practicing and reformatting in his head the first time he heard it on the Muggle radio.

Blaine knew it was originally a Pop song – whatever the Muggles meant by that – but he had rekeyed it and slowed down the tempo – all in his head, mind you – picturing the notes and fingers playing them on the piano, imagining the sound that would result.

He started to play, slowly at first, warming up and readjusting himself to the instrument that he hadn't played in so many years.

He forgot how he could just lose himself while playing – could just completely ignore everything in his life. Nothing mattered besides him and the piano – the music coming from both the instrument and, on occasion, from him.

Once he was ready, Blaine started to play the tune that was in his head, and just the fact that the music was coming from him and him alone – no magic, no help from others – made him think that maybe, just maybe, everything wasn't so hopeless and confusing.

You think I'm pretty without any makeup on
You think I'm funny when I tell the punchline wrong
I know you get me so I'll let my walls come down
Down

Before you met me I was a wreck
But things were kind of heavy
You brought me to life
Now every February
You'll be my Valentine
Valentine

Blaine smiled a little as he continued to play the piano, thinking about how his mom would watch him play when he was little, how she would applaud for him and compliment both his talent and his singing.

Let's go all the way tonight
No regrets, just love
We can dance until we die
You and I,
We'll be young forever

Blaine vaguely heard the sound of a door opening, but it didn't completely register in his head. He was focused on playing, on singing, on just losing himself in the music, something he hadn't done in so long.

You make me feel like I'm living a teenage dream
The way you turn me on
I can't sleep
Let's run away and don't ever look back
Don't ever look back

Blaine knew someone was in the room with him then, since whoever it was who had come through the door sat down on the bench beside him.

My heart stops when you look at me
Just one touch
Now baby I believe
This is real
So don't ever look back
Don't ever look back

Blaine glanced out of the corner of his eye, raising his eyebrow slightly when he recognized the figure.

Kurt gave him a weak smile, his eyes conflicted and his face confused, several different emotions flashing across his features. He made a gesture for Blaine not to stop, but his eyes never left Blaine's.

Blaine continued to sing, his eyes boring into Kurt's as his fingers moved effortless against the piano keys. He didn't know what he was feeling, or what Kurt was feeling, but whatever it was, Blaine knew the feeling was mutual.

I finally found you
My missing puzzle piece
I'm complete

He felt Kurt scoot a little closer as he sang the refrain again, his bright blue eyes continuing to stare into Blaine's. They flickered with emotion, something which Blaine knew in itself was hard for Kurt.

Let you put your hands on me
In my skin tight jeans
Be your teenage dream tonight

The notes faded away, Blaine dropping his hands into his lap as he regained the breath he'd lost while singing.

Kurt's eyes never left his, the emotion in his eyes never changing.

"I didn't mean that last part," Blaine breathed after a moment. "About you putting your hands on me in my skintight jeans."

Kurt chuckled and ducked his head a little. Blaine continued to watch him, how open he seemed, how it was like he had taken his guard completely down.

"I've been like this ever since my mom died," he explained slowly. "She was my everything. She kept my dad happy, she held our family together. She was the perfect mother."

Blaine watched as Kurt dropped his eyes to his lap, his fingers twining together nervously.

"She worked at St. Mungos," he went on, his voice breaking a little. "And one day, one of her patients – they get newly transformed werewolves all the time – just lost control."

Blaine gulped, watching as Kurt's eyes watered a little.

"It was the summer after second year, so it wasn't like I could just stay here and act like nothing happened," Kurt said, his voice so quiet that Blaine had to strain to hear him. "I was at home with my dad. And after…he completely shut himself up. He loves me and supports me but…it was never the same."

"Kurt," Blaine started, his voice quiet. "You don't have to do this."

"I need to," Kurt whispered. "I – I've been a jerk to you, and you deserve better."

Blaine nodded, so Kurt went on.

"And then about a week before I was to go back to school, he got remarried," he said. "She was a witch but – her son – well, he's a Squib." Kurt paused and took a deep breath. "He – It's not that he doesn't like me. He's just jealous because I can do magic and he can't. So he pretends its homophobia or whatever, even though everyone knows that's obviously not the case."

Blaine listened as Kurt continued talking, his voice getting more and more unsteady.

"That's why I can't do feelings," he whispered. "It hurts too much when they're crushed."

Kurt fell silent after that, Blaine watching with shock as a small tear rolled down his cheek.

"Kurt," Blaine breathed, extending his hand but then freezing, not knowing what to do with it. "I – I'm sorry. I didn't know."

Kurt shook his head. "I know there's no returning to my normal self," he said softly. "I'm not going to be as open and kind as I was before."

Blaine didn't know what to say. He stayed silent, not wanting to make anything worse.

"And I'm sorry I keep trying to get into your pants," he mumbled after a moment. "It's just that – well, I'm horny and you're hot, and I haven't fucked anyone in a few years."

Blaine laughed and shook his head, somewhat glad that the Kurt he was familiar with was still in there somewhere.

"Have you done every boy in the school or something?" Blaine asked in a moment. "Is that why you haven't gotten any in a few years?"

Kurt laughed and shook his head. "No," he said. "Actually…only Sebastian."

Blaine's eyes widened. "Oh," he said, shocked. "I – I didn't know you two –"

"We don't anymore," Kurt said. "It was the end of my fourth year and the beginning of my fifth…we decided that a real relationship wouldn't work, and I wasn't really interested in just being fuck buddies."

Blaine was confused again. Because, before, he'd thought that's all Kurt had wanted him for. But now he was saying this and – Blaine had no idea what to think about Kurt anymore.

Kurt sighed and looked around, nodding his head a little in approval as he took in his surroundings. "You don't know where we are, do you?" He asked Blaine a moment later.

"Not exactly," Blaine admitted. "I wish I would have found this room earlier, though. It's perfect."

"That's because it's what you were searching for."

Blaine's eyebrows shot up at Kurt, his expression waiting and curious.

"It's the Room of Requirements," Kurt explained. "It appears when you're looking for something, and it gives you what you're looking for."

Merlin, Blaine thought, I really do love Hogwarts.

Blaine looked around again, and really, it was exactly what he needed.

But then something hit him.

"How did you end up in the same room as me then?" Blaine asked Kurt, turning to him and quirking an eyebrow. "Surely you couldn't have been looking for the same room as me."

"No," Kurt said instantly, his blue eyes once again burning into Blaine's hazel ones. "I was looking for you."

It took Blaine a few moments to process the words, along with the tone of Kurt's voice as he said them, the small, soft emphasis he had placed around the last word.

And before Blaine knew what he was doing, he found his arms winding around Kurt's waist, pulling the slim boy closer until their faces were mere inches apart.

"I don't know what it is about you, Kurt Hummel," Blaine breathed. "But I can't stay away from you."

Kurt gulped and looked up at Blaine, his blue eyes bright and shining. "You know that I'm not changed," he whispered. "I'm still the same douchebag I was before."

"But you're different on the inside," Blaine whispered. "You're different with me."

"I'm what I used to be with you."

"I want to kiss you," Blaine whispered, his breath blowing across Kurt's face. "Can I kiss you?"

Kurt nodded, tipping his head a little so Blaine had easier access.

Blaine leant in, closing the small amount of distance between them and gently pressing his lips to Kurt's. Kurt's small intake of breath caused him to smile, because, in that moment, Blaine knew he had felt the spark too.

Their lips molded together, every small touch, every brush of their lips sending a small shiver through Blaine's spine. He slowly raised his hand, gently cupping Kurt's face and rubbing his thumb across his smooth cheek as their lips continued to dance ever so softly together.

Blaine pulled away eventually, after they'd lost their breath and their already chaste kiss had turned into small, even chaster closed mouthed kisses.

Kurt sat there stunned for a moment, a small smile on his face. "That was probably the most innocent kiss I've ever had," he breathed after a moment.

Blaine chuckled and ran a hand across his face, resting his elbows against the piano keys – ignoring the clash that came from them – and burying his face in his hands.

He couldn't believe what had just happened.

He'd just kissed Kurt Hummel. The same Kurt Hummel who had been trying to get off with him for the past few months. The same blunt, crude Kurt Hummel who made him want to punch a wall.

Glancing over at Kurt, he saw that his cheeks were tinted pink and that he was staring down at his hands in his lap.

Blaine sat up straight again, once he'd composed himself, and took Kurt's hands in his. "I know you're still you," he whispered. "I know you're still going to talk of shagging me at any opportunity you get."

Blaine paused, smiling as Kurt laughed little.

"But if I help – If I make you feel how you used to, then – we can try this."

Kurt nodded, ducking his head a little. "But – slow," he said. "Very, very slow in the emotions department."

Blaine nodded in agreement.

"And," Kurt added after a few minutes. "We're not like official either," Kurt explained. "We aren't boyfriends or anything yet."

Blaine nodded again, a small smile creeping onto his face. He leant in and pressed small kiss to the corner of Kurt's mouth. "Of course," he whispered. "Whenever you're ready." Blaine pulled away, a small smirk on his face. "But," he added, "I'm not the kind of guy to go around and kiss guys who I'm not dating."

Kurt bit his lip, casting Blaine a sideways glance as he nodded. "I – I don't think we're ready for that yet, anyway," he said. "I think we need to get to know each other better. Make sure you know what you're getting yourself into."

Blaine laughed and shook his head as he rolled his eyes. "You're not just doing that so we can have an almost wicked, secret love affair, right?"

Kurt laughed, rolling his eyes. "No," he said. "I just don't want to deal with what everyone's going to say quite yet. Or with how – how my stone cold heart will react to everything."

Blaine nodded in understanding, because he really did understand. He could only imagine what Wes and David would say if they found out, or how Kurt would react if something happened too quickly.

Blaine sighed and stood up then, stretching his arms above his head and smirking a little as he watched Kurt's eyes scan his body appreciatively.

"I'm still not going to have sex with you," Blaine stated after a moment.

"Damn," Kurt laughed. "I thought I was in the clear now. That chaste kiss and all really had me thinking I could get you out of those damn Quidditch pants."

Blaine laughed and quirked an eyebrow at him. "I'm wearing my robes," he stated. "Not my Quidditch pants."

"I know," Kurt replied as he walked out of the room, casting Blaine a dark, lustful smirk over his shoulder. "It's just that, if I were to violently strip you from your clothes and fuck you against a wall, it would be because you were wearing those pants."

Blaine watched as Kurt left, his mouth agape as he slowly followed the soft swing of Kurt's hips.

God, Blaine was going to have to learn the art of self-restraint.

And he wondered why in the world he hadn't said he was okay with kissing Kurt when they weren't together.

Blaine and his damn morals.

So okay. Definitely wasn't planning on having them kiss anytime soon but then Blaine started playing the piano and Kurt found him and just lksajflkjs.

It actually ended up with them agreeing to have a secret love affair, but I'M NOT EMOTIONALLY READY FOR THEM TO BE TOGETHER YET

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee.

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