This prompt was given to me by Taylur:
Say "I love you" during the Harry Potter premiere. Blaine goes all out costume. Kurt just wears a Gryffindor scarf. Cuz he loves scarves.
I know some of you probably aren't familiar with Harry Potter, so I've written this in a way that doesn't require any real knowledge of Harry Potter to enjoy it. There is lots of Klaine fluff either way. Enjoy!
Always
Blaine and Kurt stood in the bathroom of Blaine's dormitory at Dalton, Blaine standing by the sink and fussing with his hair while Kurt paced back and forth before the mirror, scrutinizing his appearance carefully. Kurt adjusted the striped scarf around his neck and cast an impatient look at Blaine for what felt like the hundredth time in the last twenty minutes. He and Blaine were going to the premiere of the final Harry Potter movie together - at least they were if Blaine managed to get ready on time. Kurt didn't see the point of his boyfriend's apparent need to attend the movie in costume. "Red and yellow looks funny on me," Kurt said, picking yet again at the scarf Blaine had insisted he wear. ("You've got to do something, Kurt. At least put on the scarf if you won't go in costume.")
Blaine frowned at his own reflection in the mirror and answered absently, "It's red and gold, Kurt, everybody knows what the Gryffindor colors are." Blaine ran his fingers through his hair, his eyebrows furrowing as he groaned and began his attempt to style it all over again. "It still doesn't look right, it's going to ruin the whole effect!" he snapped to no one in particular.
Kurt looked on, half amused and half exasperated. Blaine was so cool and level headed. How could he be so worked up over what he wore to a movie? Kurt knew from experience not to question Blaine when it came to Harry Potter, though. "Harry is supposed to have messy hair; maybe if you didn't try to perfect the messiness so much it would look more realistic," he suggested, biting back a chuckle.
Blaine shook his head. "Speaks the one with perfectly straight hair. You'd empathize if you had curls."
Kurt smiled. "Well, if my opinion matters at all, I think the curls are adorable." When Blaine didn't answer and only knitted his eyebrows further together, Kurt sighed and moved behind Blaine. "Here, let me," he offered. "I'm better with hair than you are." Blaine lowered his hands and let Kurt's nimble fingers take over, running through the thick chocolate curls and brushing against Blaine's scalp. Blaine shivered involuntarily.
"There we are," Kurt said moments later. "Good enough for you?"
Blaine stared at his reflection and nodded appreciatively before tucking in his white button down shirt and knotting a Gryffindor tie about his throat. Kurt picked up the makeshift robe from where it hung on the back of a chair and held it out, helping Blaine slip his arms into it.
"Just because I'm helping you with your costume doesn't mean I don't think dressing up for this is insane," Kurt clarified unnecessarily.
"I still don't get how you can have read all the books and not be in love with the series," Blaine said disapprovingly. "It's your only flaw."
Kurt smiled and nipped at Blaine's earlobe. "But you love me anyway."
"Yes, I do."
"They didn't have Red Vines at the concession stand," Blaine growled half an hour later as he and Kurt settled into their seats at the movie theater.
Kurt rubbed his boyfriend's shoulder, pressing his lips together as he tried not to laugh. "Well, they did have Twizzlers."
"They are not the same thing," Blaine protested emphatically. Kurt was about to argue back when the lights dimmed and Blaine suddenly leaned forward as he whispered to Kurt, "It's starting."
"I can see that," Kurt whispered back. "Now, shh, you don't want to miss it…" he trailed off as the opening music began playing.
For the next hour, the two boys sat enthralled as dragons and spells and wizards flashed across the screen and were reflected in their rapturous eyes. Kurt had never before understood what people found so captivating about the Harry Potter series. But now, as he watched love blossom and magic fill the theater, he found himself knowing for the first time what Blaine meant when he said that Harry Potter was a lifestyle and a belief, not just a collection of books and movies. As Kurt watched a greasy haired outcast give up his heart and life for a woman who never reciprocated, he leaned his head against Blaine's warm, good smelling shoulder and slipped his arm though Blaine's when the vow of "always" slipped from Snape's lips.
Kurt saw Harry sending the next generation of mischief makers off to Hogwarts, and couldn't tear his eyes from the screen as the lights slowly brightened and the timeless Harry Potter theme song filled his ears. At last, as the movie goers began to filter out the door, Kurt turned to Blaine, who hadn't moved since the movie had begun, save to inhale sharply with suspense or sigh with relief.
"Blaine?" Kurt nudged the boy next to him, standing up and waiting for Blaine to follow suit.
"I can't believe it's over," Blaine whispered, running his hand over his face in disbelief before tilting his head to look up at Kurt, the expression on his face hollow, as if someone had died.
Kurt's heart swelled as he gazed back at Blaine. "It's not," Kurt said quickly. "It's like that thing Dumbledore said in the second book… Harry Potter won't be over until nobody believes in it anymore, which clearly won't happen with crazy obsessive fans like you."
Blaine smiled, the gesture softening his whole face. "I think you've begun to believe it a bit, yourself," he said, a hint of satisfaction mingling with the bittersweet tone of his voice.
Kurt didn't even bother to pretend otherwise. "Don't rub it in, okay?"
"I knew you'd see the light someday," Blaine murmured only slightly smugly, standing to leave.
"Wait," Kurt protested, grasping the back of Blaine's costume to halt him. Blaine turned back, a question written in the set of his eyebrows. "Nobody ever loved Snape," Kurt blurted abruptly, suddenly needing Blaine to hear just how much he was loved.
The happy light in Blaine's eyes faded a little. 'I know…" he sighed sadly. "His character is so tragic."
Kurt pulled Blaine into a tight hug, and touched his lips to Blaine's ear, whispering so softly that no one else could have heard, "Don't ever forget that I'll always love you."
I'm loving writing this fic, and I hope you are enjoying reading it, but if nobody prompts it's going to end pretty soon. So, if you want more, prompt!