Over the month week Kurt watched Blaine become more and more comfortable at Hogwarts. He was the type of person that made friends easily, that was obvious, and so by the end of the first week it was already like he had been here since first year. Kurt was a bit envious over how easily Blaine could gain friends; how none of them seemed to care he was gay like they did with Kurt.

"You're staring again, boo," Mercedes said from beside him, causing Kurt to snap out of his thoughts.

"What?"

"You were staring at him again," Mercedes repeated, "Something's bugging you."

Kurt waved her off, "It's nothing, 'Cedes."

She raised an eyebrow, but didn't push it. Kurt had to admit that if he were in Mercedes shoes, he'd want to know what was up too. It wasn't like Kurt to get too guttered over a boy.

"Hey, Princess," Puck smiled as he plopped down beside Kurt, "How's short-stuff?"

"I dunno," Kurt snapped, sending a glare at the mohawked boy, "why don't you go ask him?"

Puck stared at Kurt with wide-eyes, "Woah, calm down Princess, it was just a question."

"And how many times have I asked you not to call me that, Puckerman?" Kurt growled before standing and storming away from the Gryffindor table, leaving what he was sure was a confused Puck and annoyed Mercedes. He kept walking, though, out of the Great Hall, and onto the grounds. He didn't care that it was raining, which was definitely something coming from Kurt.

Once he reached the lake, Kurt stopped. He let the rain poor down on him, wrapping his arms around his middle and staring out into the vastness before him. Something that once looked so beautiful seemed to just be taunting him. Look at the beauty around you. Too bad there's no one to share it with, eh? No one to lay on the grass and doze off with on a summer day. You're all alone. Kurt's scowl grew as the thoughts passed through his mind, But Blaine? Blaine could simply bat his eyes and they'd all want to join him. Oh, and with him making the Quidditch team, he'll be sure to just gain more popularity. Doesn't need you anymore, does he Kurt?

"Uh, Kurt?"

"What?" Kurt practically shouted as he turned around, and if it weren't for the fact that he was fuming with anger he probably would've realized that screaming at people was not going to help him.

Sam Evans, one of the other new kids, stood about a foot away looking absolutely terrified, "I—uh—Sorry I was just…" Sam trailed off, "What are you doing in the rain Kurt?"

Instantly feeling bad for snapping at Sam, who was an adorable nerd that was constantly sticking up for him, Kurt's posture relaxed, "I'm sorry, Sam," he sighed, "I'm just… feeling stressed lately." More so than usual, Kurt realized.

"Because of Blaine," Sam asked with a tilt of his head. He held eye contact with Kurt, who knew lying would be completely pointless with him.

"Maybe."

"Why, though? What is it about him, Kurt?" He asked, taking a couple steps towards the boy.

Kurt groaned and his shoulders fell forward, "I don't know. The fact that he can have everyone hanging off him, the fact he makes friends like there's no tomorrow, the fact that even though he's openly gay he doesn't get picked on? I don't see anyone turning his hair pink as some sort of cruel joke."

"So you're jealous," Sam concluded, "But are you jealous that he's making friends, or are you jealous that he spends more time with them than you now?"

Kurt stared at him, mouth agape in disbelief. "I—what are you—that's not it at all!" Sam simply raised an eyebrow, "Okay, so maybe I thought I'd finally have someone to talk to about—well, about this," Kurt gestured to himself, "About being gay, about being out. Maybe I thought that I'd found someone who'd actually understand. So maybe I'm a bit upset I was wrong and I'm still alone."

Kurt felt tears well in his eyes and his voice cracked as he spoke, "Alone in a place filled with people."

Blaine looked around the Great Hall with a frown; he could've sworn Kurt was here a moment ago. Spotting Puck and Mercedes at the far end of the Gryffindor table, he made his way over with a smile.

"Hey guys!" He said cheerfully as he approached. They turned to look at him and they looked furious. Blaine's step faltered slightly, but he continued forward determinedly.

"What do you want, Anderson?" Puck growled when he reached them.

"I'm looking for Kurt, have you seen him?"

Mercedes' frown grew, "What do you want from him?"

"I-I wanted to talk to him," Blaine stuttered.

"Well he doesn't seem too eager to talk to you," Puck said as he stood up, now towering over Blaine, "Look, I don't know what you did to make my boy so upset, but you better damn well fix it or so help me I will crush you."

"I—what?" Blaine asked. He knew Puck was trying to be intimidating, and bloody hell he was, but right now he was more interested in the fact that he'd done something to upset Kurt, "Upset? What did I do?"

"To hell if I know!" Puck sneered, "Just go and find out, hobbit."

Blaine nodded once and turned on his heel, making his way towards the entrance to the Great Hall. It wasn't until he reached the corridor that he realized he had no idea where Kurt would be. Figuring he'd stay indoors, Blaine headed up to the Gryffindor commons.

After an hour of searching, Blaine had come up empty. He'd checked the Gryffindor commons, the library, and all the corridors. He had even checked a couple of Kurt's favorite classes, just in case. Deciding that, since it was the only place he hadn't checked, Kurt had to be outside, so Blaine walked out onto the grounds. It was still raining, and he knew the gel in his hair wouldn't hold, but he kept walking. He was determined to find out was wrong. He eventually caught sight of Kurt talking to a blonde, luckily the blonde—who Blaine thought was Sam, though he couldn't be sure—was the one facing him so Kurt wasn't aware of his approach.

Blaine quickened his pace, and when he finally reached them Sam was pulling Kurt into a hug. Blaine felt a surge of jealousy before realizing it was completely uncalled for. He was Kurt's friend, nothing more. Sam could hug him if he wanted. It wasn't like Blaine had any claim on Kurt, or anything like that.

None the less, Blaine interrupted their moment by clearing their throat. Kurt jumped away from Sam immediately with fear in his eyes. "Kurt, may I speak to you for a moment?"

Kurt gave Sam this look, this look that Blaine thought looked pleading, with annoyance thrown in, but followed as Blaine led him to the big oak tree he'd admired when Kurt had first shown him the grounds. When they stopped, Kurt didn't look at him. Didn't make eye contact, didn't smile. He simply looked out over the lake. So Blaine took the opportunity to admire his profile while he thought of what exactly he wanted to talk to Kurt about. Puck told him to find out what was wrong, but how did he go about doing that?

"Well?" Kurt said, "What is it, Blaine?"

"I… um… I just wanted to talk," He replied, mentally slapping himself for such a ridiculous statement. Obviously he wanted to talk, that's why he had asked Kurt over in the first place, wasn't it?

Kurt finally looked at him, though his eyes weren't warm and shining like on that first day, instead cold and almost… closed off, "Obviously."

"You've just been so distant lately; I feel like we haven't just sat down and had a chat for ages."

"You've known me a month, Blaine," Kurt deadpanned, "We talked this morning."

"Saying good morning is not talking, Kurt," he pointed out, "I mean sitting down and having a good chat."

"Well you've been a bit occupied, haven't you? You know, with everyone all interested in the new kid and what not."

Blaine looked at Kurt, really looked at Kurt. He seemed to be blocking Blaine out from any and all emotion. Since they had only known each other for a month, Blaine couldn't be sure, but he was sure that Kurt sounded jealous. "Kurt, that's not my fault. Do you think I ask for that?"

"I dunno, do you?"

"No," Blaine stepped in front of the lake so he could meet Kurt's eyes, "I didn't want that. When I first came here you brought me into your group of friends. I liked them. Everyone just expects me to be all interesting and amazing or whatever now."

"Oh, but don't you get it Blaine?" Kurt asked bitterly, "You are amazing. You're good at Quidditch, you're smart, you can sing, you're attractive. You could sit around on your arse all day doing shit all and they'd still like you."

"Kurt, I don't know what you want me to say." Blaine threw his hands up, "I'm sorry for them choosing to keen over me? I'm sorry that I can't find any time to spend with you?"

Kurt simply stared at him.

"Are you… are you jealous?" Blaine asked. He probably should've stopped there, but he couldn't be bothered. When he came to Hogwarts he promised himself he'd hold his head high and not let anyone tell him off, "Are you jealous that they chose me and not you?"

"You prick," Kurt spat, "You self-centered bastard. Not everything is about you." Blaine took a step back as Kurt took one forward, "I'm not jealous because you're 'popular'. I'm furious that you can be gay, you can be out and they don't shove you around or treat you like rubbish. Why the hell is it any different with you than with me?"

"Kurt, I-"

"But I see now. They look past the little flaw you have, look past the fact you're gay, because you fit right in with their lot." Kurt took another step forward, "Well I'm glad you're not part of my group of friends now. We don't need people like you hanging around and—"

Kurt was cut off when Blaine took another step back, without realizing how close he'd gotten to the lake, and fell into the water. Kurt stared down at the black water for a full minute, too shocked to do anything. When he finally realized what was happening he panicked. Dropping to his knees, Kurt looked into the water. "Blaine!" He shouted, reaching for his wand from his robes.

When Blaine came sputtering to the surface Kurt let out a breath of relief and offered a hand, which was taken greatly. Blaine stood up on the grass, shivering from the still freezing water of the lake. Kurt took out his wand and quickly dried Blaine off. They stared at each other for a full moment before bursting into giggles simultaneously.

"I—can't believe—you fell—in the lake!" Kurt said between breathes.

"You're terrifying when angry!" Blaine replied.

It took them a full five minutes before they got themselves together. Blaine looked up slightly at Kurt, suddenly completely serious, "I'm honestly sorry, Kurt," He said softly, "I don't want to be in that group. I was being truthful when I said I liked your friends more. And… and if I would've known that they treated you badly for being gay I would've never hung out with them in the first place. I'm sorry."

Kurt looked at Blaine, trying to find a lie in his eyes, a joking smile, anything to tell him he wasn't serious. Upon finding none, he nodded, "Why don't we just start fresh?"

Blaine laughed, "Sounds good. But Kurt?" Kurt raised an eyebrow, "Do you really find me attractive?"

He was suddenly tempted to push Blaine back into the lake.