Thanks a bunch to emc14 for providing me with the art and CrazySue05 for editing this baby!

Disclaimer: I'm only 20 years old. I don't own shit except this awesome laptop I got for my birthday.

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The next day was hell for Blaine. Professor Pillsbury passed out the timetable sheets, and he carefully went through the lectures, only to find out that he didn't have Charms till the next day. He groaned and banged his head against the table, causing his head to spin a bit. He hadn't slept well last night. The visuals he had gotten last night were something he would always remember, even though it was the worst invasion of privacy.

Blaine woke up in someone's living room. This confused him because he usually saw Kurt roam around somewhere till the sun set and darkness set upon him. Then it struck him, Kurt was at Hogwarts! There was no time difference and so when it was night for him; it was night for Kurt as well. He looked around the room to see a bookcase stacked with loads of books. They were sorted by genre, he realized, as he saw the top shelf filled with Charms books and the bottom one with novels: Wizarding and Muggle, alike.

He looked at the titles and found that he knew most of them, though some were obscure, and some were quite carefully packed. He added one more point to Kurt's check list: Takes care of books. He then walked into the next room, which was apparently Kurt's bedroom. At this point, he really wished that there were sounds in this dream world, because he could have avoided this. He could see that Kurt had definitely removed the layers that he had worn during the feast. He was seeing Kurt nude for the first time. It was like a train wreck because he knew it was not something Kurt knew anyone else would see, but at the same time so mesmerizing. He decided to get it over with and looked at it to see Kurt rub himself up and down over and over, increasing and decreasing the speed. He wished he could have sound as he could see Kurt moaning.

Finally, Kurt came as Blaine closed his eyes in embarrassment. As hot and sexy as that was, he finally realized that not only did he watch Kurt masturbate, but that Kurt had been in his dreams for the past four years and he was his Charms teacher. He had never put the dots together and faded out as the realization made him faint.

He went through his daily routine normally, happy because he had at least one of his three best friends in every lecture of his. He hadn't told them about Kurt being the guy he had been dreaming of, and wasn't planning to tell them either. That would only get him a lot of flack and he really didn't need it in his seventh year. Before he went to sleep, he went to the Hospital Wing and asked for a Dreamless Sleep Potion. Madam Pomfrey frowned at him as she checked him for any injuries or ailments to which he said, "NEWTs tension. I've been tossing and turning in my sleep and if I do go to sleep, I dream that I got zero NEWTs." Her face softened as this was a regular complaint and gave him a vial.

She told him, "Don't get used to this. The more you have of it, the less effect it has, and the more addicted you get." He promised her not to have it till a minimum of three weeks later. As he walked out of the Hospital Wing, he could hear someone walking in. As they greeted Madam Pomfrey with loads of happiness, he heard their voice and immediately recognized it as Kurt's. He corrected himself to Mr. Hummel. He still didn't know whether Kurt knew about him or not. He didn't know if Kurt could see Blaine while he went to sleep or whether he was just one of the four hundred students he was going to teach. He hurried back to his dorm and changed into his pyjamas. As he lay down, he took a little dose of the vial and not the whole thing, hoping the potion would try to make him sleep through the time where he usually saw Kurt and then let him have nice, imaginary dreams for the rest of the night. He surprisingly slept peacefully the whole night through.

The next morning, he woke up, sated and fully charged for the day. Though one thought kept irritating him. He wasn't sure if the reason he slept without any Kurt-isions last night was because it was one of the nights when he didn't have any visions or because the potion had worked its charm. He left it in his brain to ponder upon later, as he thumped Harry and Ron with their pillows to wake them up. This had led to a massive pillow fight, which ended in Blaine having to repair the pillowcases, seeing how Harry and Ron had to run and take baths before breakfast ended. They told him to go on to the Hall, seeing how he just had to put on his tie and he was terribly hungry.

He walked down the staircase, and groaned as it started moving. It was one of those days where he hated it. It was cool in the first few months when he could come late to a class and tell the Professor he was late because one of the staircases changed course. However, on days like these, when he was starving and it changed, he hated it. As it reached the other end, Blaine got off quickly, wanting to find a staircase which wouldn't betray him this morning. When he finally reached the hall, he saw Kurt leaving the entrance from the same way he was about to enter. Kurt stopped in front of him and gave him a bemused look. Blaine wondered if he knew Legilimency and tried as hard as possible not to think of Wednesday night. Kurt then raised a hand towards his face, and Blaine shuddered a bit as...

Kurt removed a feather from Blaine's messy curls. He then said, "Experimenting with feather fashion or early morning pillow fight?" Blaine was tongue-tied as he quickly said, "The former. No, wait, the latter. Wait, what did you say?" Kurt just looked amused as he walked on by. Blaine shouted behind him, "It was a non-sexual pillow fight!" He heard Kurt giggle as he turned around with a broad smile on his face... and stopped smiling as he realized the whole staff and the first two rows had heard him say that. He blushed really hard as he walked to where Sally was sitting and started banging his head against the table again. He seemed to be doing that a lot lately, Sally thought as she scratched his curls, thinking of how much Blaine had done for her over the years.