A/N: Yes, it's finally up! I know it's been ages and ages since this updated, and I am so sorry for that! I hit a huge block with it, and then school got in the way of all my writing time and yeah. I'm so sorry. But the good news is, I know what will be happening over the next two or three chapters of their Christmas break arc, so hopefully I'll be able to write more! Also, it's snowing here right now and it's very peaceful and whatnot and I'm in a Christmassy mood so it's fun to write this.
Anyway, enjoy!
Also, this is what Kurt's sweater looks like (the one he puts on for the Hogsmeade trip. And no I didn't see the price until after I wrote it in): (remove []'s) http:/www[.]aliexpress[.]com/product-fm/491944645-free-shipping-The-new-fashion-male-cardigan-even-gloves-thick-high-necked-knitting-the-patron-saint-wholesalers[.]html
7. Everything's Going to Change
"I've got great news, Kurt." Oliver said on the afternoon before everyone was leaving for Christmas break. They were sitting in the back corner of the library, which was almost empty as everyone was busy packing. Most people had already left for Christmas to go see their families, including a good chunk of the newly formed Glee Club. Rachel had been quite disappointed, having wanted to hold practices during the two-week break.
"Hm?" Kurt hummed, not looking up from his book on Ancient Runes.
"I talked to mum and dad, and they're going to Paris for the holidays. And, well, I asked if I could stay at Hogwarts instead, and they said yes!"
Kurt's jaw dropped, "You passed up Paris? Are you insane?"
"Nah, just crazy for you," Oliver smiled, touching his cheek gently, "Just one of your smiles can rival all of the lights in Paris." Kurt continued to gaze at him with a shocked expression, though a blush had started to creep up his neck. "It's true, Kurt. I'd much rather spend time with you."
Kurt threw himself at his boyfriend, the textbook falling from his lap as he wrapped his arms around Oliver's neck and held on tightly. "You are amazing."
"No, that'd be you." Kurt grinned brightly and leaned closer, his lips hovering not an inch from Oliver's. There was a cough from behind them and Kurt turned around to see Blaine. He felt Oliver's arms wrap around his stomach as his boyfriend rested his chin on Kurt's shoulder.
"Hey Blaine," Kurt said, trying not to giggle at the pout he could see on Oliver's face from the corner of his eye, "How are you?"
"Er, I'm okay." He shifted uncomfortably on his feet.
"Was there something you needed, Blaine?" Oliver asked with a groan of annoyance.
"I just wanted to ask Kurt if he was staying for winter break."
"Yeah, I am. Are you?" Kurt asked cheerfully, trying to break up all the hostility in the air as the two proceeded to glare daggers at one another.
Blaine looked back to Kurt and his face softened immediately, "Yeah, I am."
"And I am too," Oliver added in, turning his head to press a kiss to Kurt's cheek. "Couldn't resist spending the extra time with him."
Kurt smiled, and Blaine's heart clenched at the warmth in his eyes. Because despite what he thought about Oliver being a lying twat, it was clear as day Kurt had strong feelings for the guy. Blaine looked at Oliver properly for the first time in ages and realized that—even if Blaine was still positive he had some sort of ulterior motive—there was something in his eyes. He at least cared for Kurt a little bit, and for now that would do.
Blaine excused himself quietly, leaving the couple alone and instead making his way up to the Gryffindor common room. When he found it empty he fell into one of the comfortable red chairs and let the warmth of the fire lick at his toes. He closed his eyes and let himself fall into his thoughts. He thought about the fact that it'd almost been half a year since he left his old school and he thought about all the friends he was forced to leave behind.
Blaine hated himself for running, he honestly did. He felt like a coward and it was something that constantly ate away at him. He didn't know how he managed to get into Gryffindor; they were supposed to be courageous and Blaine was as far from that as was possible. He groaned loudly, opening his eyes and standing up. He had to stop this self-pitying. It was pathetic and it wasn't like it was going to benefit him in any way. Blaine headed up the stairs and to the sixth year dorms, going straight to his trunk and pulling out his Quidditch gear.
He got ready quickly before grabbing his broom and heading down to the pitch. The cold wind bit at any exposed skin, and Blaine knew that flying in such weather was pure idiocy, but Quidditch was what calmed him down. The feel of floating so high above the ground; the wind whipping past him as he flew… it was calming.
As expected, there was no one there when Blaine arrived at the pitch, not with the start of what was sure to be a snow storm. But Blaine figured that a couple minutes of flying wouldn't be a problem, so he mounted his broom and kicked off. Sure enough, he felt more relaxed within the first five minutes of twisting and diving.
The snow had picked up quite a bit, and Blaine could just barely see in front of him. He should've taken it as a hint to stop and go back to the castle, but at that moment in time, he could care less. Within minutes he couldn't tell which way was up and which was down; completely surrounded by freezing whiteness. Out of no where Blaine felt the wood of his broom ice over. His heart stopped as he lost his grip. He watched in shocked horror as his broom continued to hover mid-air as he fell farther and farther. He felt like he should be screaming, but despite how he tried no sound would come.
Blaine shut his eyes tightly, bracing himself for the impact of hitting the snow-covered ground. He wondered what it would feel like; would it hurt? Would he die almost instantaneously, or would he sit and suffer in the cold snow until someone finally realized he was missing. As he fell, Blaine realized that he never had the chance to tell Kurt how he felt.
Blaine's eyes shot open. This wasn't okay, he couldn't go like this. He's struggled through enough already; he was not going to die from a stupid broom accident. Blaine reached into his pocket, almost crying out with joy when he felt the cold wood of his wand on his fingertips. He ripped it from his pocket, looking down to see a bit of green rapidly approaching.
"Aresto Momentum!" Blaine shouted, the spell taking effect almost instantaneously as he was jerked to a stop no more than a foot above the ground. He heard a loud crack as pain shot through various parts of his body. The spell broke and he fell the rest of the way to the ground. He let out a yelp of pain; he ached everywhere and the cold wetness of the snow was already beginning to seep through his clothes.
He shakily pushed himself to his feet, discovering as he went that his wrist and ankle were either broken or sprained, and from the way his ribs were aching he assumed something had happened to them as well. Blaine struggled over to where his broom had fallen to the ground and reached for it; using it as a make-shift crutch as he started to walk back toward the castle.
Each step felt more painful than the last and he had long since lost feeling in his fingertips. The castle still seemed so far away and he was close to giving up. Out of no where he heard someone scream his name, but before Blaine could see who it was he collapsed into the snow. His eyes drifted closed and when he opened them again Kurt was standing above him, his face flushed and his eyes filled with tears.
Blaine smiled, reaching a shaking hand up to touch his cheek before closing his eyes again and welcoming the darkness that engulfed him.
Kurt looked out the window of the corridor him and Oliver were walking down, pausing to stare out at the whirring snowstorm outside. He was about to keep walking when a figure caught his eye. Kurt squinted, trying to see who would be crazy enough to go out in this weather, and saw that it was Blaine. He let out a gasp as he saw that Blaine appeared to be injured; leaning heavily on his broom.
"Kurt?" Oliver asked with concern, watching as his boyfriend turned on his heal and sprinted towards the Great Hall. "Kurt where are you going?"
"Blaine is out there!" He yelled back, throwing the doors of the great hall open. He watched in horror as Blaine fell. Kurt screamed his name and increased his pace, dropping to his knees as soon as he reached Blaine. His hands fluttered over Blaine's face and body, not sure what he should do. They eventually landed on his face, and Kurt forced back tears as he pushed back Blaine's curls and revealed the cuts and bruises covering his pale face. When Blaine opened his eyes, Kurt let out a breath of relief.
"Blaine. Blaine, honey, are you okay?" Kurt asked hastily as tears streamed down his face, "What happened to you?" He let out a cry when Blaine's eyes closed again, dropping his head to Blaine's chest.
"Kurt?" Oliver asked from behind him, placing a hand gently on his shoulder.
"We need to get him to the medic," Kurt said as he sniffled, wiping at his eyes and trying to lift Blaine to no avail. He let out a choked sob and tried again, though still unsuccessfully. Oliver stepped forward and scooped Blaine into his arms. He didn't even think about the fact that he was holding Blaine, like he'd wanted to, and instead kept his eyes on Kurt's face to make sure he wasn't going to collapse.
They made their way quickly into the infirmary and Madam Pomfry stepped out of her office to meet them. She dropped the cup of tea she was holding, the cup smashing against the stone floor as she rushed forward.
"What in god's name happened?" She questioned, motioning for Oliver to place him on the closest empty bed.
"I don't know," Kurt shook his head, tears still shimmering in his eyes as he sobbed, "We found him with his broom, but other than that we have no clue." He took in a shaky breath, "Is he going to be okay?"
"Of course he will, dearie." Madam Pomfy said sympathetically, "He may have to stay in here for a bit, but I'm sure he'll be fine before Christmas is here."
Kurt nodded, biting his lip. "What happened to him?"
Madam Pomfry heaved a sigh as she put her hands on her hips, "He managed to break two ribs, one of his wrists and one of his ankles, and he's dislocated his shoulder." She looked at him once more, "And I believe he may have a minor case of pneumonia."
"What do you think happened?"
"I have no idea, dear. We're just going to have to wait until he wakes up to find out.
Blaine blinked his eyes open slowly, only to shut them almost immediately. It was sobright. Why was it so bright? He tried to shift over, and a jolt of pain shot through him. Shit, that hurts, Blaine thought, closing his eyes tighter yet. He tried to think back and remember what had happened, why he hurt so much. He remembered seeing Kurt and Oliver in the Library and realizing how hard Kurt had truly fallen for Oliver, he remembered going to the Quidditch pitch and—oh. It all clicked and Blaine groaned; he was such an idiot.
Blaine opened one eye, letting himself adjust to the light before switching to the other and letting that one adjust. When he was finally able to see he noticed that he was in the infirmary. He looked down at himself, seeing that his wrist was bandaged. He could also feel the scratchiness of the bandages on his ribs, right shoulder and left ankle.
Blaine felt the bed shift and looked to his left, seeing Kurt fast asleep at his bedside. Blaine couldn't help the smile that pulled at the corner of his lips at the sight, and he reached down to lightly shake Kurt's shoulder. The boy blinked his eyes open before blearily looking up at Blaine. He sat up quickly when he realized that Blaine was awake, immediately starting to fire questions out.
"What happened? What were you doing outside? What were you thinking flying in that weather, you idiot!" Kurt smacked his arm and Blaine flinched, "I'm so sorry. Just… you scared me, Blaine."
"Sorry," Blaine muttered in response, rubbing at his arm, "I don't know what I was thinking."
"What happened?" Kurt asked softly, grabbing his hand to stop him from playing with the bandage.
"I don't exactly know. I know that I went out to the pitch so I could clear my mind—when I went out there it wasn't snowing that bad, mind you—and then suddenly everywhere was white. I didn't know which way I was flying anymore, and I guess I was flying up and then my broom just started to freeze and I lost my grip. I managed to get my wand out of my pocket before I hit the ground, but I guess the impact was still pretty bad.
"I just remember lying in the snow and realizing that, unless I got up, I was going to die of pneumonia." Blaine sighed, "It was stupid of me, I know."
"I'm just glad you're okay," Kurt responded, brushing Blaine's curls gently off his face, "I know Madam Pomfry can fix nearly anything, but I was still worried."
"How long have you been waiting there?"
"Um, I don't know. I'm assuming all night because I fell asleep." Kurt shrugged, "Doesn't really matter, I would do it all again to be the first to know that you're okay."
Blaine's heart clenched painfully in his chest at Kurt's words. He studied the boy's face, staring deeply into his eyes. Kurt was so sincere and it made Blaine feel like a twat because here he was moping in a corner because he didn't have Kurt all to himself, while Kurt would spend the entire night in a cold hospital wing just to make sure he was okay. As a friend. Blaine felt so selfish. Kurt was happy with Oliver, and he should be happy for Kurt, because he would do the same for Blaine without a second thought.
"Thank you."
Kurt tilted his head to the side, "For what?"
"For being such an amazing friend. I don't know what I'd do without you."
After Blaine had finally convinced him that he was okay, and that he should leave, Kurt headed towards the Slytherin dormitories. He promised Oliver he would go and find him as soon as he found out Blaine was okay. It wasn't until he reached the dungeons that he realized getting in would be a bit of a problem. He wandered over to where he knew the entrance to the common room was, and stood in front of it. He bit his lip and frowned.
"Looking for someone?" Kurt spun around and found himself face-to-face with someone who was much taller than him. He was wearing a dark green Quidditch sweater over some warn jeans, and he had a smile—that seemed to be more of a threatening smirk—on his slightly chubby face.
"Y-yeah… um, have you seen Oliver Shunpike anywhere?" Kurt adverted his gaze from the taller man's hazel eyes.
"He's in the dorms," Dave took a step forward and Kurt a step back, "Would you like to come in?"
"I-if you wouldn't mind…" Kurt trailed off, looking at him in horror. The guy nodded and stepped up to the wall.
"Tortuosus," He muttered, and a passage revealed itself. The guy let Kurt step in first, but caught his arm before he could make his way over to where Oliver was sitting with a book in his lap by the fire, "I'm Dave by the way; David Karofsky."
Kurt stared up at Karofsky with wide eyes, frozen where he stood as the tall Slytherin smirked down at him. His grip was bordering on painful and when Kurt tried to move away he tightened his grip even more.
"Kurt?" Dave's head snapped up and he dropped Kurt's arm like it bore the Dark Mark. Kurt took a step back and felt Oliver's arms wrap protectively around him.
"Karofsky." He said darkly with a nod. "Do you have something to say to my boyfriend?"
"Just introducing myself, Shunpike." He replied, winking at Kurt before walking off towards the dorms.
"Sorry about him," Oliver said, turning Kurt around in his arms so he could look into Kurt's beautiful blue eyes. "He's a prat."
"Whatever, I'm not about to let some bully get in the way of the wonderful Christmas that I'm sure we will have." He pushed himself onto his toes and pressed his lips gently, but tenderly against his boyfriends. "Plus I've got my handsome Quidditch player boyfriend to scare him off."
"I don't know if I scared him off, per say. I think it's to do with the fact that his parents work for mine and therefore he's morally obliged to be friendly to me, and therefore being a prick to my boyfriend isn't allowed." Oliver shrugged and slipped his hands into Kurt's back pockets, pulling him towards the fire, "So what brings you to the Slytherin common room, little lion?"
Kurt snorted at his joke, but broke into laughter as they both lost their footing and almost tumbled over. "I just came to tell you that Blaine woke up."
"So I assume, judging by your mood, that he's okay?"
"Yeah." Kurt smiled as Oliver started to sway slowly back and forth to the music that someone had started to play. "He's a bit sore, but he'll be fine."
"Good, I'm glad. I hate seeing you worry." Oliver rested his forehead on Kurt's as their swaying continued. The rest of the common room seemed to disappear and it was just them, together and blissful. Oliver removed a hand from Kurt's pocket to brush his bangs away from his eyes.
"You're so amazing," he whispered. Kurt shivered as Oliver's breath tickled his eyelashes. They stayed like that for a while, swaying and staring silently into each other's eyes. When Oliver spoke again, his voice was quiet and deep, "Would you accompany me to Hogsmeade tomorrow, love?"
Kurt smiled at the pet-name and nodded, "Of course. Can I check on Blaine in the morning before we go?"
"Of course, I'll come with you." Oliver pressed a kiss to his forehead before pulling him close again and just breathing in his scent. Somewhere in his mind he realized that he wasn't acting anymore. Or, not nearly as much as he was before.
The next morning Kurt got up extra early to get ready for his date. He tip-toed around the sixth-year dormitory; grabbing his tightest jeans, a plain white t-shirt and his favorite warm thick necked grey sweater with half-gloves. He showered quickly, making sure to wash his hair twice before getting out and using his wand to dry himself off—he did nothave time to blow dry his hair that morning.
After shimmying into the jeans and t-shirt before putting the sweater on and zipping it up, Kurt got to work on his hair. He made sure that it poofed justright before spraying it lightly with hairspray and exiting the room. He slipped on his favorite pair of grey boots that reached to his mid-calf. Despite having done his hair, Kurt grabbed his favorite grey and black knit toque as well.
He made his way down to the Slytherin dormitories just as people were starting to get up. Instead of standing to wait outside for Oliver like was originally planned, Kurt muttered the password—recalling it from the day before—and made his way to where the sixth-year dorms were. He stepped into the room, glad to find nearly everyone awake already.
"Looking for someone?" A tall blonde asked, quirking his head to the side.
"Um… Oliver?"
"He's in the shower," Another ginger called out, "Should be done in a minute, though."
Kurt nodded and sat delicately on the bed the two boys said was Oliver's, feeling more than a little bit awkward. His plan had definitely seemed better before it fell into action. He looked around the room as he waited, taking in the fact that there was alot of green and silver. He wondered if all the dormitories had only their house colors inside, or if it was just Gryffindor and Slytherin.
He noticed that on the posts of each bed, carved into the wood, were snakes. They seemed to weave all the way up the posts, and at the tops the snakes seemed to just grow off the wooden posts.
"Hey," Kurt looked over to the door and saw Oliver standing there, wearing only a pair of jeans. His dirty blonde hair was still soaking wet and drops of water were falling onto his nose and shoulders.
"Why didn't you dry your hair off, silly?" Kurt asked, standing up and moving over to run his hands through his hair. "You're going to get a cold."
Kurt pulled his wand from his pocket and dried Oliver's hair. He stepped back to allow him to access his chest and get his shirt out, but Kurt couldn't stop himself from admiring his boyfriend's bare torso. He had to admit that he was definitely fit, but not to the point where he had gross over-sized muscles.
Kurt watched as Oliver bent over to grab a shirt from the chest, the subtle muscles in his back moving and intensifying as he reached for one. Kurt swallowed audibly and he knew that he should look away, feel embarrassed even, but he wasn't and he couldn't take his eyes off his boyfriend.
When Oliver stood up after what felt like years to Kurt, but was probably only a couple seconds in reality, Kurt found himself finally able to move his eyes away.
"You okay?" Oliver asked, lifting his arms to pull the shirt over his head in what would normally be an innocent matter, if not for Kurt's inability to keep his eyes away from his boyfriend's now obvious abs. "Kurt?"
Kurt swallowed around the lump that had formed in his throat and dragged his eyes upward to meet Oliver's hazel ones. "Sorry," he said bashfully, ducking his head down.
"Don't apologize for looking, Kurt." Oliver chuckled, you're my boyfriend, you're allowed to look."
Kurt nodded, though he was positive he was beat red at that moment. Oliver laughed again before grabbing his hand and leading him back out of the Slytherin dorms. They headed to the Great Hall first, Kurt saying that he knew Blaine wouldn't want to eat the food that was offered in the hospital wing.
They grabbed themselves a bite to eat while they were in the Great Hall, and Kurt grabbed Blaine a cheese scone—his favorite—before they made their way down to the hospital wing.
When they arrived, Blaine was being looked at by Madam Pomfry. By the strained look on his face, Kurt assumed that her poking and prodding was more than a bit painful.
"How is he?" Kurt asked, hiding the scone as best he could from her behind his back.
"He's just fine, deary." Madam Pomfry responded, "Much better than yesterday, anyway."
"Good, I'm glad."
"I can speak for myself, y'know," Blaine said grumpily, crossing his arms over his chest and looking away from the three of them.
"So you didn't sleep well, then?"
"What?"
Kurt sighed, sitting down on the edge of his bed. "When you don't get enough sleep you're always the hardest to talk to in the mornings because you act like a five year old who's just been informed that he wasn't getting a broom anytime soon."
"Am not." Blaine shot back, and Kurt only had to raise an eyebrow for Blaine's shoulders to droop in defeat. Kurt smiled and made sure Madam Pomfry was back in her office before pulling the scone from behind his back. Blaine's eyes lit up instantaneously as he reached out to snatch it from Kurt's grasp.
He took a bite and hummed in pleasure before stating, "I think I love you." He started on a rant about the food they were trying to feed him, but Kurt had stopped paying attention completely. 'IthinkIloveyou'. The words played over and over in his mind, and despite knowing that Blaine didn't mean it likethat, Kurt felt his heartbeat quicken.
"So what are you guys doing today?" Blaine asked through a mouthful of cheese scone. Kurt smiled as he realized that one probably wasn't enough, and they should've brought two or three with them.
"We're going to Hogsmeade." Oliver answered when it was clear that Kurt wasn't going to.
"Oh, awesome. More Christmas shopping, Kurt?" At the mention of his name, Kurt snapped out of his thoughts and forced a smile onto his face despite the uneasy feeling growing in the pit of his stomach.
"You know me too well."
"That I do," Blaine smiled back goofily; "You're my best friend, after all."
Kurt's heart swelled at the comment, and he reached forward to pull Blaine into a hug.
"Ow, Kurt, ow." Blaine flinched, "Broken ribs, remember?"
"Right," Kurt let go immediately, "Sorry."
Blaine shrugged and offered another smile. "You two enjoy yourselves today, yeah?"
"I wish we could take you with us, but I think Madam Pomfry would kill us."
"Right I would, dearie." Kurt jumped at the sound of her voice, spinning to see her standing not two feet away. "Now, why don't you and Mr. Shunpike go so Mr. Anderson here can sleep for a bit."
"I don't want to sleep," Blaine complained, "I'm not even tired."
Kurt and Oliver were ushered towards the door as Blaine's arguments floated after them.
A/N: What are your opinions on Oliver now? I'm honestly curious to know if you all still hate him, or if he's starting to grow on you. (I promise this is still Klaine. Sooon, I promise. Sooooooooooon *evil cackling*)