A/N: Getting a chapter out every single day definitely isn't a thing that's going to happen xD If I force myself to write, it becomes like a chore and it just won't be good. But I'll be as consistent as I can :) Hope you enjoy! If you leave reviews they keep me motivated so if you have time or something that would be cool 3

Kurt hadn't moved since he'd found the note on his bed, the parchment still clutched in his frozen hands. His secret friendship with Blaine had gone so much smoother than he'd expected; it was almost the end of the year, and they had had virtually no slip ups. They often met up in places where their being together could be easily excused, such as the library where homework was a reason, or the owlery, where they just happened to bump into each other. After a while, Blaine and Finn even managed to convince him to come into the Gryffindor common room a few times, but although Kurt honestly found the company nothing short of friendly, he found he had to be closed off, in fear that the Gryffindor's would let slip him being around if he let himself get too close. With the end of school so close, Kurt had been practically walking on air with how things had managed to work out, especially after his last encounter with Blaine.

He had been convinced once more to go to the Gryffindor common room. A lot of students were in the library doing last minute pieces of homework, or about the grounds with their friends to enjoy the weather and environment before leaving it behind the next day, so Kurt was right in thinking they were virtually the only ones there. Finn was messing around with his best friend, Noah Puckerman, eating enchanted sweets that caused the consumer to make animal noises, and Mike and Sam were having a pretend sword fight with a couple of broken broomsticks they found one night while hiding from Filch in a broom cupboard after curfew. Mercedes Jones was having some quiet, girly conversation with Tina Cohen Chang, leaving Kurt and Blaine a couple of comfy chairs and plenty of room for themselves.

"For a common room meant for Gryffindor's, you guys sure are diverse," Kurt teased, smiling politely at Sam. Blaine laughed in agreement, choosing the arm to sit on instead of the actual sofa. "You know, I'm sure you do that just to feel taller."

"Hey, it's fun up here," Blaine pouted, swinging his legs. "Besides, you're not that much taller than me!"

"Tall enough to mock you," Kurt retorted, smiling playfully at Blaine. "So, summer starts tomorrow. You're not gonna miss me too much, are you?"

"I can't promise anything," Blaine replied, beaming back at him. "I still wish you weren't so proud, you know. We could talk so much easier over the phone if you'd cave in to the 21st century."

"Yes, your 21st century with your pollution and electricity bills," Kurt said, raising an eyebrow. "I think I'll just stick to what I know."

"One day, I will get you to use a telephone," Blaine grinned, earning Kurt's other eyebrow to rise as if to tell him, I'd like to see you try. "You doing much this summer?"

"We usually end up seeing Quidditch matches, so there's that," Kurt said, rolling his eyes. Blaine's smile grew, knowing how much Kurt hated watching those games unless it was someone he was genuinely rooting for. "And Carole has a book tour, so we'll get to go with her to see other wizard cities. I'm really excited," Kurt admitted. "We rarely get the time go properly go away."

"That's great, Kurt!" Blaine said, his excitement sounding genuine. "You have to tell me all about it. Send me a postcard! …Wizards have post cards, right?"

"Sort of," Kurt smiled. "What about you? Have much planned?"

Blaine slumped slightly, his smile looking a little tighter as he replied.

"Summers are never really that much of a fun thing for me," he sighed. "I mean, this year it's gonna be all about Cooper graduating, and that's cool because he's my big brother, you know? But… sometimes I wish…"

"I know," Kurt said, smiling softly at Blaine who returned the smile thankfully. He was glad Kurt could tell when he really wasn't comfortable with a topic; they had been over Blaine's relationship with his parents and brother more than once, now, and Kurt didn't need to hear any more if Blaine didn't want to say any more. "I'm gonna make summer more fun for you. I promise."

"But you'll be-"

"Yes," Kurt grinned. "And I would love to invite you with me, but a lot of our savings have already gone into this and it wouldn't be fair on my parents. But, I can send you little letters and surprises."

"Surprises?"

Kurt smirked. "They have a lot of gifts in the towns to represent themselves, show what they're about. There's one thing they always have in every town, and this is what's gonna brighten up your summer. I swear," he grinned. "And, of course, my letters. They'll brighten up your summer so much, you won't even need sunshine."

"Of course," Blaine smiled, his heart feeling warm knowing that Kurt would do this for him just to make his summer that bit better. "This is so cool of you, Kurt. You really don't have-"

"I want to," Kurt cut him off, smiling at him as if to show the idea made him happy, too. "Write back as much as you can, okay? I'll give you the addresses."

"Thank you," Blaine said, his eyes practically glowing with joy. "You're the bestest friend I could ever hope for."

Kurt hesitated for a moment. He'd always really thought Blaine as his best friend, but never said it aloud, and to hear it made it somehow even truer. "Right back at you," he smiled, feeling overly satisfied seeing Blaine's smile grow even more. Everything was perfect.

Until he had got back to his dorm later that day to see the note, written in the familiar handwriting of a certain Latina witch who had been watching him like a hawk. The words were taunting him; big, bold letters practically laughing at him off the parchment. Kurt had only managed a small gasp, a tiny reaction considering how his heart had dropped like a lead balloon. Three small, simple words.

I saw you.

Kurt didn't understand why Santana had to write it down, had to taunt him before delivering the final blow. His easy life was over, and it felt like it was all too soon. He wasn't ready to compromise, although he was sure that now Santana knew and had probably told the entire Slytherin population, he didn't really have a choice. He'd either be shunned by the rest of his house and laughed at, or forced to end his friendship with Blaine and forever feel guilty whenever he saw the person that had brought him more happiness than anyone.

Kurt really wished he was a strong enough person to go with his heart, not his head.

He tiptoed down the stairs and into the grand yet somehow also dingy Slytherin common room, finding it nothing short of arrogant after seeing the warm common room the Gryffindor's had. There was barely anyone in there, and he felt both relieved and irritated, wanting this whole thing over as quick as possible. Although both options were bad in some way, the worst part about it was being left in the dark. He needed to know where he stood.

After standing at the edge of the common room for sometimes, he was ready to give up when a familiar, smooth voice echoed from the dorm corridor.

"You know, they say blood traitors are as bad as mudbloods."

Kurt turned around to see Santana fixing him with a teasing smirk, her eyebrow raised and her arms folded. He knew there was no playfulness in her tone.

"Yeah well, 'they' say a lot of things," Kurt retorted, feeling small standing in front her despite being noticeably taller than her.

"Don't get smart with me, Hummel," Santana snapped. "You know what I'm talking about. You prancing around with Anderson like a couple of mindless Hippogriffs? It's humiliating. You ought to have seen yourself."

"Well, prancing or not, I'm sure I at least looked happy," Kurt said, wanting his tone to sound biting but his voice ended up coming out smaller than planned. It angered him; he didn't want to let himself be bullied for his own happiness.

"You should be happy knowing you're in the most elite house with the highest class of witches and wizards. Going off with some dirty blooded Gryffindor instead of hanging out with us? That's offensive to decent people."

"Decent people? When you don't even care about my actually happiness, I can't really see what makes you the decent ones here. "

"Look, I know that Gryffindor can pull off a puppy look better than a real puppy can, and his smallness kinda makes you wanna take pity on him. But who's gonna look better as your friends? Us, or him?"

"Well right now I can't say the first option's winning my favour…"

"I'm giving you one more chance, Hummel," Santana said, stepping closer to him and looking into his eyes with a fierceness that had him frozen to the spot. "You and the puppy can prance around all you want. But let me catch you? You'll both be sorry."

She held his gaze just a little bit longer before stepping past him, walking straight out of the common room and leaving Kurt to relieve the breath he didn't even realise he was holding. As he thought it over, he felt incredibly anxious and confused; Santana never gave second chances. He frowned as he realised what the girl had let go of, wondering what could possibly make her even consider passing up the opportunity to humiliate Kurt. He shook his head, realising he couldn't afford to think like that – she could still go back on her word any time. At least she hadn't sold them out yet…

But Blaine having to pay as well as himself wasn't something he was prepared to let happen.

He found himself running alongside Blaine, down the hill towards the forest and laughing at how Blaine purposefully tripped and rolled down just to beat Kurt. As they continued to run, however, Blaine now a considerable distance away from him, the ground began to shake, and Kurt was suddenly unable to move, screaming at Blaine as things began to crumble. Darkness surrounded him, Blaine being the only thing he could see with a mysterious spotlight shining down on him. The boy looked at him confused, and Kurt's arms stretched out to his sides, daring to look down as he suddenly realised; he was on a tight rope. He couldn't see what was beneath him, or what was behind him; only knew that Blaine was at the other end, yelling for him to hurry up, don't leave him behind. He pushed himself on, not wanting to be the reason for his best friend's cries, but only a few steps away a hand grabbed his ankle, ready to pull him down into the darkness. His head snapped up, looking into Blaine's with sheer terror, but as he felt the sensation of falling and reached for Blaine's outstretched hand, he was jolted into awakeness, never knowing if he was saved in time.

Kurt was never a subject to nightmares, but that night whenever he tried to get back to sleep, the same kind of dreams would raid his mind; dreams where he couldn't get to Blaine, or where he was putting him in danger, or how his true Slytherin ways would eventually take over and put a gruesome end to their friendship anyway. He knew he was just over thinking this, as he very often did, but since it was the only thing he could really think about, there seemed to be no way to stop this. With another spell of drowsiness taking him over, he vowed to speak to Blaine about this tomorrow. Perhaps talking this through would settle his mind, even if he had no ideas no how to make it better.

"Kurt! Kurt!"

The boy in question turned around, both horrified and relieved to see Blaine running towards him, holding out a piece of parchment in his hands. He cocked his head to one side when Blaine held it out to him, unsure how to play along or if Blaine had just forgotten to be cautious now they were leaving to go home. They were standing on the crowded platform, boarding the train back to Kings Cross along with the entire school, and Kurt hadn't managed to see Blaine at all until now thanks to the hectic home time arrangements.

"Notes for Professor Sprout's summer assignment. You said you needed them from me but I forgot to give them to you."

Kurt smiled, unfolding the parchment to see what was really Blaine's address scrawled messily across the middle.

"Thanks," Kurt smiled, folding it back up and holding Blaine's gaze. He knew if he didn't say it now, he would have to write it in one of his letters, and since he'd wanted them to bring Blaine nothing but joy this wasn't something he was ready to do. "There was actually something I needed to talk to you-"

"I wanna say something first," Blaine said, looking around to check amongst the sea of people to see if anyone was watching them suspiciously. "Kurt… I know this year's been sheltered and confusing for us, but… I'm really not lying when I say it's been the best year of my whole life," he smiled, blushing slightly. "I'm gonna really, really miss you over the summer… I kinda can't wait to get back to school." The both of them laughed, and Blaine nervously bit his lip, wondering if him opening his heart on the edge of a crowded platform was too much. "What did you wanna say?"

"Oh… Only that… I'm gonna really miss you, too. There's really no one like you, Blaine," he smiled, accepting silently that he'd just have to advise Blaine of their bystander some other time. "Try and have a good summer, okay?"

"I'll try," Blaine promised. "You too. And look after Finn," he grinned, taking a step away from him to go to his own carriage.

"I'll do my best," Kurt giggled, lifting his hand in a discreet wave as his best friend walked away from him for good. He bit his lip, just standing there for a moment to look over his options, but he soon sighed with frustration and pushed away his thoughts as he realised once again there was no strong outcome.

He'd never let someone as close to him as Blaine. And as he leaned his head against the window, taking in just how scary that concept was with a tiny, carefree smile, he realised he really didn't mind.