Dear Readers,

Wow, it's been a while! And I deeply, deeply apologize for that. It's just that school had been so crazy, I just didn't have time to write. Like, ever. But now that it's over, I'll have a bunch more time! :D Anyways, this is the start of year two! I'm going to try to speed this year up a little bit, because I know some people really really really want them to be together already. Just keep in mind - they're twelve right now. Nothing major in their relationship is going to happen super soon cause twelve year olds.. well they don't usually get involved in serious relationships. But it will happen eventually, I promise, just be patient! Well, I hope you like this chapter! Enjoy, lovelies!

Hugs and Butterfly Kisses,

You'reAbsurd

Chapter 8: A Fresh Start

"Kurt!"

Kurt looked up to see Blaine waving his hands wildly from the Gryffindor table. Wes and David were seated on either side of him, attempting to stop him from making a scene. That is, until they spotted Kurt walking toward the table. Wes dropped his hold on Blaine's arm and instead raised both of his, cupping his hands around his mouth.

"KURT!" He bellowed. "KURT WE SAVED YOU A SEAT!" He abandoned his seat on the bench and ran up to Kurt, engulfing him in a tight hug. David followed suit, wrapping his arms around them both. They stayed like that as they tried to walk back to the table, which was now nearly full of chattering students. Blaine stood and peeled his friends off of Kurt – who had looked like he'd been suffocating from their tight hold – before capturing him in a hug of his own.

"I couldn't find you on the train," Blaine murmured into his ear.

"Oh, I-" Kurt stammered. "I was with Mercedes." He quickly turned and searched for said friend, pointing to her and waving. Blaine seemed to accept his excuse and steered him over to the table. Professor McGonagall strode into the room, leading a group of nervous-looking first years. She called the students to attention and proceeded to call out names to be sorted. It was rather boring actually. Kurt spent most the sorting tracing random shapes into the wooden tabletop with his finger and listening to Wes and David bicker over who looked like they were going to be in what House. It wasn't until near the end of the alphabet that he looked up from his doodling.

"Potter, Harry," McGonagall said in her loud, clear voice. The room went silent, every eye focused on the front of the Hall. A small boy with jet black hair and piercing green eyes walked slowly to the stool on which the Sorting Hat sat. His eyes roved around the room, taking in the hundreds of gazes staring back at him. The hat was placed carefully on his head. The tension in the room was palpable as everyone waited for the hat to come to a decision. David and Wes were crossing their fingers, looking hopeful. Just as the air was getting harder to breathe, the hat cried out, "GRYFFINDOR!". The Gryffindor table erupted into deafening cheers and whistles. Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws looked mildly disappointed, maybe a little put off. Slytherins glared daggers at the celebrating Gryffindors. Harry looked relieved, grinning as he sat down at the end of the table.

Kurt watched him from where he was sitting, only a little bit farther down the bench. His eyes were automatically drawn to the lightning shaped scar across his forehead. His jaw dropped. It really was in the shape of a lightning bolt. He'd always assumed people were just exaggerating to make the story seem more exciting. He saw Harry jump when food appeared on the plates before him, signaling the start of the feast. He looked around in awe. Kurt couldn't help but smile softly at the boy's pure amazement. He saw a hand wave in front of his face. He turned to see Blaine giving him a curious look. Kurt ducked his head, face heating in embarrassment at being caught staring. He focused his attention on filling his plate, trying not to think about those bright green eyes or that peculiar scar. For some reason, Kurt was greatly intrigued by Harry. He decided he would find out more about him. More than what everybody knew. Because he was more than just "The Boy Who Lived". Kurt smiled and bit into a steaming roll, happy with his new plan.

Blaine glanced up to see Kurt staring distractedly in the other direction. He had a slight smile on his lips and his head was leaning on his hand. Blaine followed his gaze to the dark haired boy sitting at the end of the table. He was looking at everything like a blind man seeing the sun for the first time. Blaine turned back to Kurt, waving a hand in front of his face. Kurt's head snapped up and he quickly dropped his eyes to the array of food in front of him. Blaine saw a blush redden his cheeks. He frowned in confusion. He understood the staring – practically everybody was staring at the boy – but why the blushing? Was he simply embarrassed to be caught, or was there something more? Blaine glimpsed a small smile cross Kurt's lips before starting to eat, and thought he had the answer. His jaw tightened and his expression hardened. He glared at Harry for the rest of the feast, muttering to himself under his breath. Wes and David gave him concerned looks, but he just shrugged in return. He was being irrational and he knew it. It was probably nothing – he was just overreacting. Besides, why did he care? Kurt could be friends with whoever he liked.

He told himself this repeatedly, clutching his fork tighter and tighter.

"So," Blaine cleared his throat loudly. "I was thinking of trying out for Quidditch. What do you think?"

"Huh?" Kurt asked, looking up from where his nose was buried in his book.

"Quidditch. I was thinking of trying out."

"Oh," Kurt said, his brows pulling together in a frown. "I didn't know you had any interest in Quidditch."

"I've always liked Quidditch," Blaine defended himself.

Kurt held up his hands in mock surrender. "So what position were you going to try out for?"

"I was thinking Chaser," he told him, searching his expression carefully.

"Ah." Blaine didn't miss the look of relief that flitted across his face. "That's cool. I think you'd be a great Chaser." Kurt gave him a genuine smile.

"Really?"

Kurt's smile widened. "Really."

The wind whipped Kurt's scarf over his face, blinding him for a moment. He was one of the only students sitting in the stands to watch the Quidditch try outs. He was there to cheer on Blaine, Wes, and David, but mainly Blaine. Wes and David were on the team last year, so they had almost a guaranteed spot. They were both beaters, naturally.

The first group to try out were Keepers. Kurt didn't pay much attention to them, seeing as he wasn't very good friends with any of them. Next up were the Beaters. David and Wes had deadly aim. They swung their bats carelessly, hitting their target nearly every time. They worked together seamlessly, always there to back the other one up. There was no doubt as to whether they would make it on the team again.

Finally, it was time for the Chasers. Blaine walked onto the field seemingly confidently, but Kurt could see his hands twisting nervously around the handle of his broom. Kurt clapped and cheered loudly. Blaine glanced up to where he was sitting, grinning broadly. He waved, and Kurt gave him a thumbs up. The potential Chasers lined up in the grass. The captain blew his whistle and they all shot up into the sky. Kurt struggled to keep his eyes on Blaine as he soared swiftly through the air. He turned on his broom and caught the Quaffle with one hand, steering with the other. He leaned forward on his broom, increasing his speed, before launching the ball straight through the center goal post. He grinned triumphantly and sped back to the center of the field, high-fiving some of the players on the way. He hovered there, waiting. The Quaffle flew towards his right and he dived, intercepting it before the recipient could even get close to it. He dodged a Bludger aimed for him and sent the ball sailing through the hoop yet again.

Kurt blinked in shock. Blaine's flying was incredible. By the end of his try out, he'd scored eight goals. There was no way he wouldn't get on the team.

Kurt waited eagerly for the Seekers to come on the field, but they never did. His face fell. He'd heard rumors that Harry Potter was going to try out for Seeker, and Kurt had been hoping to see how he did. He slumped a little in his seat, disappointed. He saw the captain speaking to all the students. By the looks on their faces, he'd come to a decision. Kurt leaped from his seat, hastily gathering up his things and hurrying down the stairs.

When he reached the field he was met with the sight of Wes and David hoisting Blaine onto their shoulders, cheering and singing loudly. Blaine flashed him a brilliant smile when he saw him approaching and ordered them to let him down. They dropped him on the ground haphazardly, roaring with laughter as he picked himself up and brushed off his robes. He gave them a murderous look.

"So I take it you got in?" Kurt asked, glancing over to where David and Wes were still celebrating.

"I did indeed," Blaine grinned. He was positively glowing. Kurt hadn't seen him that happy in...well he didn't think he'd ever seen him that happy. It must have been contagious, as Kurt found himself grinning back with an equal amount of warmth and excitement. Kurt threw his arms around Blaine's neck and pulled him into a hug.

"I'm so happy for you," he whispered. Blaine smiled into Kurt's shoulder and wound his arms around his torso.

"Thanks," he replied. He tightened his grip on his friend. For everything, he thought.

They pulled apart, sharing a meaningful look. Wes and David chose that moment to step in between them and hook their arms around both of their shoulders.

"We are the champions, my friends," Wes sang, a bit off key.

"And we'll keep on fighting to the end," David continued.

Kurt and Blaine looked at each other for a moment before shrugging and joining in.

"We are the champions, we are the champions. No time for losers," Wes pointed at Blaine, who scowled.

"Cause we are the champions... OF THE WORLD!" They all collapsed into fits of laughter, doubling over and hugging their sides. It was times like this that Kurt was really grateful he had such great friends.

"DAVID!" Kurt looked up in time to see Blaine smoothing his hair down as David fell to the ground, landing in a heap and pouting up at Blaine.

So they were pretty weird friends. But they were still great.

So, I don't really know where this went at the end here. But, I like it, so I'm keeping it. (: I love Wes and David. 3 More to come soon!