The flight back was silent. Blaine had shrinked their bags and attached them to his broom before both him and Kurt had mounted it.

Now Kurt was clutching close to him, his face buried into Blaine's back and from time to time Blaine felt Kurt's arms clenching around him, like he was trying to hold on tighter. Blaine wondered if it was because Kurt was mulling over the same things Blaine was. If Kurt, too, was wondering when they'd see each other the next time and under what conditions it might be.

Too soon he spotted Kurt's car and they landed. In silence they got off, Kurt unlocked his car and Blaine put Kurt's share of the bags, now back to normal size, into the trunk.

"I guess... asking you to come to my dad's wedding as my date is sort of out of the question now, isn't it?"

Blaine looked up from where he had been staring at the closed trunk. Kurt was leaning against the driver's side, arms crossed over his chest and he was smiling lightly at Blaine. The relaxed demeanour didn't hide Kurt's distress though. A distress that was evident in the way he blinked too quickly and how his shoulders were slightly drawn up and tense. Something that most people might not have noticed but that was undeniably obvious to Blaine.

Slowly, Blaine stepped around the car and placed his hands on Kurt's shoulders. He began to slowly rub at them, his thumbs stroking up and down Kurt's neck, until he felt Kurt relaxing under his ministrations and his arms fell down on either side of his body. Only then he answered.

"I'm afraid it is." He admitted softly and Kurt let out a disappointed sigh.

"I knew it was a long shot. I would just really like you to meet my dad and my friends, you know? They've been asking why I've been smiling so much lately and it's hard not to tell them."

Blaine giggled, one of his hands sliding up to cup Kurt's face.

"I know it is. It's been the same for me." For a moment, they were back to being happy and too caught up in each other to care for the rest of the world but then Kurt's eyes clouded over again.

"I just hate that I have to let you go back, unknowing what that might mean for us... when I'll be able to see or contact you again. It's even worse because I can literally do nothing but wait, Blaine. I can't even fight for us!"

"I know, Kurt. I don't want to leave you either but this might actually be a good thing." Kurt huffed out a disbelieving laugh and Blaine shushed him. "No, Kurt. Tina and Mike actually saved us today. If it hadn't been for them Professor Longbottom would probably have seen us. I trust Mike. I'm sure that we will be fine despite him knowing and... if one day we get into real trouble because of... us, I know he'll be on our side."

Kurt nodded slowly. "I just hate that we have to hide from anyone in the first place."

"Two years and we'll be able to be as open as we want to." Blaine promised.

"Two years can be a long time."

"It's nothing compared to the rest of our lives." Blaine reminded him and his favourite grin spread over Kurt's face.

"You really believe that?" Kurt's arms came up to settle around Blaine's neck and Blaine nudged Kurt's nose with his, giving him an Eskimo kiss, that warmed both of their frozen noses.

"I do, Kurt. I wish for it everyday." And then he added grinning. "Besides, we already discussed that we couldn't do that to our children. The whole not being together thing."

Kurt laughed, tugging Blaine closer.

"Right, our poor non-existent children." Blaine's hands slid down Kurt's body and settled on his hips, as he stepped even closer. There was no space left between them now. Kurt was crowded against the car, Blaine's body covering his from shoulders to toes. They were so close they could feel the warm puffs of air that escaped them when exhaling on the other's face, hot against their cold skin.

"I bet you already gave them names." Blaine teased and Kurt chuckled. Blaine could feel the vibrations of it running through his body.

"All three of them." Kurt whispered against Blaine's lips, before he tilted his head just right and caught Blaine's mouth in a bruising kiss.

It was unlike any kiss they had ever shared. It was hot and desperate and hard from the start, Kurt demanding entrance into Blaine's mouth with his tongue. One of Kurt's hands had found its way into Blaine's hair and was keeping him close, as Kurt sucked and nibbled at Blaine's bottom lip and all that Blaine seemed be able to do was moan and whimper and dig his nails harder into Kurt's hips, while he tried to keep up with the sheer force of Kurt's kiss.

When they broke apart they were both heaving for breath, eyes closed and still clutching tightly.

"You need to go." Kurt whispered and Blaine nodded shakily. It was harder than usual to part.

Once more Kurt kissed Blaine, hard and fast before he pushed him away, far enough so Kurt could open the car's door and slide into the driver's seat quickly.

Blaine wanted to do something. Hug Kurt one more time or touch the window just to see Kurt smile and look at him again. He wanted to say good bye. But Kurt was right. He needed to go now, or neither of them would ever leave the forest.

Before Blaine had so much as picked up his broom, Kurt had made a U-turn and speeded down the street into the night.

"Hey, Blaine. You not going in?" Blaine turned from where he had been staring at the portrait of the fat lady, which covered the entrance to his house commons room. Spoken to him had Nick Duvall, a 5th year student who was currently holding hands with his boyfriend, Jeff, and looking at him expectantly.

"Hey, guys. Yeah... just give me a moment." Blaine said and forced a dashing smile on his face.

"Okaaaay..." Nick said before giving the fat lady the password, and entering the common room with Jeff at his side, both furiously whispering and glancing back at him until the portrait swung back and hid the entrance again.

Blaine sighed. Behind that picture was Mike waiting for him. He knew he was stalling but despite the reassurance he had given Kurt, he wasn't completely sure that they'd come out of this alright. It wasn't that he didn't trust Mike to be on his side. Only there was this small, nagging part in his mind that constantly reminded him that he couldn't be sure how Mike would react in the end. Rescuing him from a lot of trouble and demanding that the cause of trouble would disappear were two very different things after all.

As the portrait swung back again, Blaine tensed.

"Jeff just asked me why you were standing outside for no apparent reason." Mike announced, as Blaine came into sight. "I suggested that one of your hair taming charms backfired and moulded your brain like it normally does your hair."

Blaine bit his lip and shuffled nervously.

"And even though I do feel better now, having said that I still would like to know the whole story that makes my best friend so nervous, he feels the need to avoid talking to me."

The words stung and Blaine tried his hardest not to look into Mike's eyes. He knew all he would see were betrayal and disappointment.

"I... you're right. I promised you just... somewhere less crowded?" Blaine pleaded and Mike nodded. He stepped out and without a second look at Blaine, walked down the corridor.

Blaine followed him, not questioning where they were going. Walking behind Mike, he felt like a naughty little boy following a superior. Mike's straight posture, that he had quite some inches on Blaine in height and his general bitter frustration with Blaine that day only added to the appearance.

When Mike suddenly stopped, Blaine nearly crashed into him. Mike made a half turn and walked the corridor back down a couple of feet before turning again and repeating the motion.

"Mike... what?" Blaine asked baffled but Mike held up a finger, silencing his friend effectively.

Blaine was about to speak again as something on the wall behind Mike caught his attention. He gasped. Right in front of his eyes, in the middle of the empty wall a giant wooden door had appeared.

"What?" He mouthed but Mike was already opening the door and pulling Blaine inside. The door fell shut and disappeared behind him.

Blaine stared at the hard, solid stone where the door had been a second prior, as panic started to wash over him. Sure, he had cut his teeth on magic but this was uncommon even on wizrading world level.

"Blaine?" Mike called and finally Blaine turned away from where he had been staring at the wall and took the rest of the room in. It wasn't that big, but comfortable. With a prickling fire on one side, in front of which two comfortable armchairs stood, and a small table between them, on which a plate with cookies, two cups and a seemingly hot pot of tea stood. On the other side of the room was a soft looking bed, with made up, tidy sheets.

"Where are we?" Blaine asked as he made his way towards Mike to sit in the unoccupied chair.

"My turn to ask questions, Blaine." Mike reminded him and poured them both a cup of tea.

"I would have seconded that before you brought me to a room that magically appears and then magically locks us in." Blaine muttered and Mike looked at him sternly.

"Do you think I brought you here to stack your lifeless body where no one will ever find it?"

"No... maybe after you heard my story." Blaine whispered.

"Is it that bad, now?" Blaine looked up with wide eyes and shock his head fiercely. "Well, then you have nothing to fear, unless you take me for the person to go into a room with disappearing doors without knowing how to make them reappear."

"No, not really." Blaine admitted and heaved a sigh. "So, I guess now is my time to talk?"

Mike nodded and Blaine sighed again.

"From the beginning?" Blaine asked and Mike nodded.

"From the beginning." And so Blaine began. He told Mike everything. About how Sam had left him in the fog and how his sole intention had been to land somewhere to wait for the sky to clear up. How he had worried about them and not noticed this one small Muggle teen sitting in that clearing so far out in the woods. How he had been lost for what to do, how Kurt had been witty and smart and got him talking. How Blaine had realised how much he actually enjoyed talking to Kurt and that he didn't want to stop. That something about Kurt had just made Blaine trust this beautiful boy. How after Blaine had told his story, Kurt had shared something of his own. At that part Mike actually interrupted him.

"So, wait. People actually harass him because he is gay?" Blaine nodded.

"Yeah, as I understood it, it's sort of like what Sebastian does with Sam sometimes... only every day and more... physical."

Mike's lips formed a straight line and Blaine could see his hands tightening around his cup of tea.

After that Mike didn't say much more. He only listened as Blaine told him about how they had kept contact through Pavarotti and started meeting in the meadow so that neither wizard not Muggle, would see them. That Blaine had wooed Kurt with romantic picnics and that they had shared all there was to them with each other, when walking through the forest or sitting in Kurt's car.

That the change of weather had Blaine reconsidering their way of meeting. That he wanted to be able to give Kurt more than just a dear secret to keep. How he had planned the date in Hogsmead and what he had all considered to make sure they were save and how it had all worked out until...

"Until, Tina and I walked in on you." Mike concluded and Blaine nodded.

Silence stretched between them, as Mike stared into the fire and Blaine waited expectantly for any reaction from his friend.

"You really love him?" Mike asked after a while and Blaine let out a puff of air, he hadn't realised he was holding.

"So much, Mike. You can't even understand how much. I'd do anything for him. I've never felt like this. He is just everything." Blaine gushed.

"Would you even stay away from him if you knew it were best for the both of you?" Mike inquired, his eyes searching when he looked at Blaine.

"Please, don't do that to me, Mike." Blaine whispered. He felt his throat tighten and tears prickling in his eyes, fear and panic clenching unpleasantly in his stomach. Mike couldn't ask that of him. Not after all that Blaine had just told him. Mike would be on his side. Mike need to be on their side. He had promised Kurt...

"What do you expect from me?" Mike asked. He sounded torn faced with his tear eyed friend. He put his tea cup down and cleared his throat. "Muggles aren't supposed to know about us. You know the stories. The mayhem that is caused when Muggles find out about us and how the ministry has to clean it up. You also know the stories about how they clean up most of the time."

Blaine shook his head, tears were now streaming down his face freely.

"They can't do that, Mike. Months. They would have to take months or at least days and moments and just random thoughts because I know how much I think about him, okay? He is always on my mind. They just can't... they couldn't... just... no."

It was all he had feared. That one day someone would find out and that they would make Kurt forget. Leaving Blaine with the pain that the love of his life couldn't remember Blaine even existed.

A tentative hand found its way into his. Blaine looked up at Mike who looked so sad that it only made Blaine cry harder.

"I know, Blaine. That's why you need to end it now. I don't think that Kurt will tell anyone and let's be honest, who would believe him? But if you end it now you both get to keep the memories of what was your first love. Isn't that better than the alternative?"

Blaine was still shaking with his silent sobs and Mike squeezed his hand harder.

"I can't leave him alone. He needs me." His words were nearly inaudible between the hiccups and sobs but Mike seemed to understand. In one quick motion he was up and sitting on the armrest of Blaine's chair and slinging one arm around Blaine's shoulders, who buried his face into his friend's stomach.

"There, there. Let it all out." Mike muttered while he patted his friend's back until Blaine had no tears left to cry. As Blaine leant back, eyes puffy and red, and just generally feeling miserable, Mike slid back into his seat.

"It's just not fair." Blaine disputed. "Adults get married to Muggle's all the time! Why does it have to be different just because we are still in school? They can't say it's different just because we are still in school. I love him and he loves me. That's okay. I am a wizard and he is not and that is okay, too. We respect Muggles and their lives! And when a witch or a wizard falls in love with a Muggle it is okay to tell them about our world so tell me now, where is my bloody fault?"

Mike looked unhappy at Blaine's rant.

"I don't know. I don't think there is anything wrong with it but I am not the ministry and I am not in charge at Hogwarts."

"Do you really think that McGonagall would do something this terrible to an innocent teenage Muggle?" Blaine inquired, eyes trained on Mike's face, gauging his reaction.

"No, I don't know. I don't think she would but we can't know, Blaine." Blaine sensed the uncertainty in his friend's stand.

"I can't believe she would. Seriously. It's just a little over two years, Mike. By the time I graduate we won't have to hide any more." Blaine leaned over the table and stared at Mike with wide eyes. He knew his puppy eyes were unrestistable and right now they shone with the full force of the hope and enthusiasm of a desperate man in love.

"You didn't even manage three months without being this close to being caught." Mike argued holding his hand up, thumb and pointer finger nearly touching.

"We were reckless and stupid." Blaine waved it off. "Now, we know better and we have you and Tina to cover for us."

"Don't pull me further in than I already am, Blaine Anderson." Mike's voice was sharp but Blaine didn't buy it. Despite Mike's urge to obey each and every rule, Blaine didn't doubt that in the end his loyalty to those he loved was stronger.

"You know I never asked anything so important from you. You know I'd do it for you. I'm not even asking much, Mike. Please. Please, Mike."

Blaine could see Mike's resistance breaking under his pleas.

"Okay. Fine." Mike huffed out, throwing his hands up in the air. Blaine was about to jump up to hug Mike when said one raised his voice again. "But I have conditions."

Blaine slumped back in his seat but signalled his friend to continue.

"No meeting without getting my okay. If you want me to cover, I'll need to know what, when and for how long." Blaine nodded. "Hogsmead is off limits. I don't care if you guys have to build an igloo. You are not getting this close to the school again."

"Seems reasonable." Blaine said dryly and Mike gave him a pointed look.

"And three: you need to find a better way of communication but owls. Sam already asked me why you were getting so many letters recently. If Sam caught on, others will, too."

That shook Blaine up.

"But how? We can't usefloo powder and what else is there? Muggle devices don't work around here so we can't text either."

"What is text?" Mike asked interested but Blaine shook his head. He wasn't too sure himself how exactly it worked.

"I might have an idea." Mike mused after a moment. "This room gives you anything you ask for so just ask it for a way of communication with Kurt."

Blaine looked at his friend quizzically. "How do I ask a room?"

"You have to think of it and it will appear." Mike said and shrugged like it was obvious. Blaine's eyebrows were raised in doubt but still, it was worth a try.

I need something to communicate with my boyfriend, Kurt, without people being able to detect it. I need something to communicate with my boyfriend, Kurt, without people being able to detect it. I need something to communicate with my boyfriend, Kurt, without people being able to detect it.

He thought over and over again, eyes squeezed shut until he heard Mike gasp. Blaine opened his eyes, blinking hard as his pupils adjusted to the sudden light. When he was able to see clearly again, he followed Mike's line of view.

Next to him, on the table, two small pocket mirrors had appeared.

"Is that what I think it is?" Mike whispered and took one of the richly decorated mirrors.

"If it is what I think you think it is, I am the luckiest guy in the world." Blaine whispered back and took the second one. He glanced at Mike, who was staring at the mirror in awe. "Go on. Say it." Blaine prompted, hope and excitement clenching in his stomach.

Mike glanced up briefly and nodded before focusing back on the piece of glass in his hand. He cleared his throat and then said, loud and clear, into the mirror. "Blaine Anderson."

A silent "oh" escaped Blaine's mouth as he stared at the mirror where a second later Mike's face appeared in. He looked up and beamed at Mike.

"I'd say it is what I think you thought it was." Mike grinned back.

"I think you're right."

For another second Blaine marvelled in the light of possibilities this brought. Them talking every day. Blaine showing Kurt around the castle. Kurt showing Blaine around the house and his room! Kurt showing him... other things.

Blaine's cheeks reddened and quickly he tried to think of something else.

"Where even are we?" Was the first question that popped into his head, and as he said it, he had to admit, that it was a good question. He turned to Mike, who had paused studying the mirror in favour of looking at Blaine.

"Did you ever hear of The Room of Requirement?" Mike asked with a smug grin and leant back in his chair.

"Yeah, of course. It was destroyed during the Battle of Hogwarts in a fire, in which the diadem of Ravenclaw was lost and part of Tom Riddle's soul destroyed." Blaine answered. "Why do you ask?"

Mike's grin good bigger as he raised his eyebrows, staring at Blaine.

"What Mike? Just say it?" His friend chuckled and let his eyes drift around the room, stopping at the tea, cookies and then resting for a second longer, on the mirrors.

Blaine followed Mike's gaze, trying to connect the dots until realisation hit him like an angered whomping willow.

"But it was destroyed!" Blaine gasped. "All the history books say so." Blaine stared at Mike who was chuckling happily.

"I know! I was so amazed when I found it by accident. All Tina and I had wanted was... a quiet corner and that's what we got! At first I thought it was just a well hidden room but when stuff kept appearing upon our wish it was the only explanation. "

Blaine's eyes were getting wider and wider. He didn't even notice that he had started jumping up and down in his seat.

"First of all: yikes Mike! Too much information! But second of all: That is so unbelievable I don't even know what to say!" Blaine looked around the room and then squeezed his eyes together. As he opened them again he grinned, as he looked at the bottle of hair gel that had just appeared on the table.

"You are such a dafty." Mike commented dryly but couldn't hide his smile at his best friend's antics. Blaine was staring at the hair gel like he had just witnessed a miracle. Well, he sort of had.

"I can't believe you didn't tell me about this place though." Blaine pouted and Mike rolled his eyes.

"Well I kept a secret room for you. You kept a secret boyfriend from me. I think we're even."

"Not just some room, Mike! The bloody Room of Requirement! A historical and magical mystery!" Blaine argued.

"Yeah, well, you didn't tell me about the love of your life or something. So who is the bigger arse here?" Mike nudged Blaine's arm and Blaine couldn't help but grin. After all, Mike had just declared his boyfriend the love of his life.

"I guess I am. Because my secret is way better than yours." Mike smiled gently at him.

"I guess it is."