HarryPotter!AU. And part-veela!Kurt :)

(For those of you who haven't read HP- Kurt's mostly human, very beautiful, and can create those fireballs from his hands and shoot them at people if he's angry)

Also- TW for slurs.

Ripped Bag and Fireballs

Well, if they haven't already realized he's part veela, they are about to figure it out soon.

Kurt's standing in a pile of his books, his torn bag on top. His face is splotchy-red with anger.

"What did you call me?" he snarls at the boy who's standing frozen in front of him, and looks a little bit like he just peed his pants. Good.

"I asked, what did you call me, asshole?" His hands feel cold, and he doesn't have to look down to know there are balls of fire forming in them; they're getting bigger by the second, fed by his anger. The asshole stumbles back, eyes widening. "Scared now, aren't you? Is the little faggot daunting all of a sudden?" He's seeing red, tasting copper on his tongue.

"Kurt." The gentle voice next to his ear and the hand on his shoulder make him jump and shoot the fire downwards, scorching some of his books. The hand on his shoulder only grips tighter. "You don't want to do that. You'll get in trouble. Breathe. Relax."

He grits his teeth together and narrows his eyes at Mr. Asshole. "Get the fuck out of my face, you piece of shit."

The guy turns on his heel and runs like hell is chasing him- hell would be chasing him if his boyfriend wasn't gripping his shoulder in a hold of steel. Instead, he focuses on putting out the fire on his palms.

"Kurt."

He huffs and turns around. "I could've hurt you, B, I told you not to come at me when I'm mad. I don't want to accidentally burn your face off."

"I heard what he said," Blaine strokes his cheek. "Was it him that ripped your bag?"

"I think so."

Blaine snaps a finger at his face when he sees Kurt's not focused. "Kurt. Breathe in. Breathe out."

Kurt obeys silently, not even bothering to stare at the people watching. "I hate him so fucking much."

"So do I. Which means we can't let him win and watch you get expelled."

He sighs. "Fine."

"Now come on. Let's get your things and hope Rachel will agree to fix them."