Kurt woke up the next morning, sun shining through his window. He furrowed his brow in confusion; why weren't the curtains on his bed closed? He felt the bed shift beside him and looked down to see Blaine curled up around one of his pillows. Oh. Oh. That's right; they'd fallen asleep like that, hadn't they?

"So, Kurtsie," Jeff said from his bed on the other side of the room, making him jump.

"Did you get laid?" Nick asked.

Kurt sighed, gently getting out of his bed so he didn't wake Blaine and going to his dresser. He chose to ignore them both as he grabbed a fresh set of uniforms and some undergarments. He walked straight for the bathroom, avoiding all eye contact with the two. As he showered his mind wandered back to the night before, back to the sound of Blaine's voice melding with his.

An hour later he walked back into the dorm fully clothed to find Jeff and Nick standing over Blaine, who was now completely wrapped around Kurt's pillow with a dopey smile on his face. Jeff looked like he was about to pounce, so Kurt cleared his throat. The two boys' heads whipped around. Kurt simply raised an eyebrow.

Nick spoke first, rubbing the back of his neck and looking like a child caught stealing cookies, "Hi, Kurt."

"You weren't planning on jumping on him, were you?"

"Um…"

Kurt strode forward, throwing his pyjamas in the hamper so he could place his hands on his hips. "How many times have I told you two not to do that?"

"Counting this time?" Jeff asked.

"About fifteen," Nick said.

Kurt sighed, "Just go wake up Puck, would you?" They both nodded before scurrying off to his bed on the other side of the room. Kurt sat gently on his bed, placing a hand on Blaine's shoulder and shaking gently. "Blaine? Blaine you've gotta get up."

"Mm, five more minutes," Blaine replied groggily as he buried his face further into the pillow.

"You don't have five more minutes, Blaine. We have to go get breakfast and then we've got Transfiguration."

"Can't I just skip breakfast?" He said into the pillow.

"No."

"Please?"

"Blaine, if you don't get up in the next ten seconds I'll let Jeff and Nick jump on you." Well, that worked. Blaine hopped out of bed like it was suddenly filled with firecrabs.

"I'll meet you in the Great Hall," Kurt told him as he scurried around the room, "I promised Mercedes I'd meet her down there."

Fifteen minutes after Kurt left, Blaine made his way into the Great Hall. He spotted Kurt immediately. He was sitting across from Mercedes and Rachel and laughing at something one of them said. Blaine smiled brightly and began making his way over to them.

"Hey, Blaine!" Blaine turned his head towards the Slytherin table, seeing the captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team; Oliver Shunpike.

"Oh, hey Oliver." Blaine replied, reluctantly walking over. No sense in being rude, right?

"Well, take a seat man!" Oliver said once he reached the table. Some of the girls sitting around him, from all four houses, moved over so Blaine could sit.

"Actually," Blaine said slowly, forcing a smile, "I'm going to go eat with Kurt this morning."

"Kurt?" Oliver wrinkled his nose, "Why Kurt?"

"Because I've been a terrible friend to him lately, and I like spending time with him. I'll see you in Potions, though."

"Yeah," Oliver said dully, "See you in Potions."

"Wow, Ollie," Jenna said once Blaine was out of earshot, "That's, like, the first time you've ever been rejected."

"Shut up, Jenna."

"Oh, c'mon Ollie. Who cares, anyway? It's not like Blaine's all that great. He's not even that nice, and he's… he's one of them."

"One of whom?" Oliver asked her angrily, sincerely hoping it wasn't what he thought.

"He's gay, Ollie. It's gross."

"Jenna," He said warningly.

"Whatever." Oliver had to remind himself that she was a girl and, yes, jinxing her would be inappropriate. He instead opted to tune her out and focus on Blaine. He had to admit he'd taken quite a liking to the boy over the past month, and seeing him with Hummel of all people. Oliver may be gay, but Hummel was so flaming it made him want to puke. Why in god's name was Blaine so entranced by him? How come his eyes lit up around Kurt? Most importantly, why couldn't his eyes light up like that in front of Oliver?

"-Ollie!" Jenna said, shaking his shoulder gently.

"What?"

"You're staring. And it's not at all subtle. Like, seriously. Tone it down a bit sweetie."

"Go away."

"Ollie-"

"Piss off." He knew he was being rude, but it was Hummel's fault. If he would just back off like he was doing and pull his "diva bitch" act, Blaine would realize how pathetic and stupid he was. Maybe… maybe if Oliver could make Blaine realize… Maybe he could get Hummel to show his nasty side. Surely Blaine would need a shoulder to cry on or something, and of course Oliver would be there for him. A sly smirk crept onto his face as he began to think; began to plot.

"Hey, Kurt." Kurt looked up from his Transfiguration homework. He was currently sitting in the corner of the library since Blaine and Mercedes had Herbology while he had a free period.

"Uh, hello," Kurt replied hesitantly. Oliver Shunpike stood before him, smiling brightly. Kurt remembers being somewhat close to him in their first year, but he'd been under the impression that he hated him now.

"May I sit?"

Kurt blinked twice, "Um, sure."

He smiled brightly as he sat, "So, we haven't talked in a while. How're you?"

"Um… I'm doing good. I guess? How're you?"

"Meh, how good can a person be in school, am I right?"

"Er, I suppose if you don't like school…" Kurt mumbled.

Oliver tilted his head to the right, "You do like it then?"

"Well, I suppose so. I think if we weren't at Hogwarts it'd be less interesting because, well, Hogwarts has the scenery and whatnot and other schools are just… school's, y'know? Oh god, I'm rambling aren't I? I'll just stop now."

Oliver threw his head back and laughed, "It's fine, Kurt."

"Yes, well, I should be going anyway. Blaine's class should be getting out soon and I promised I'd meet him outside the greenhouses." Kurt stood up and grabbed his books, smiling down at Oliver, who stood up as well and held out his hand.

"It was nice talking with you again, Kurt."

Kurt shook his hand gently, marveling slightly in the warmth of them, before walking away.

Blaine walked out of Herbology with Mercedes on his arm. They were talking excitedly about the day's lesson when he saw Kurt standing next to a third year Ravenclaw.

"Hey."

Kurt turned around at the sound of his voice, "Hi how was Herbology?"

"It was brilliant! My old school didn't have anything like what they teach here!" Blaine said excitedly.

"Where was your old school, Blaine? You never have told us."

Blaine's face fell a bit, "Oh, um. I went to the Wizarding World of Dramatic Arts. It's in Great Britain."

"Oh, I've heard about that school. Kind of."

"Yeah," Blaine cleared his throat, "So, uh, what did you get up to for your free period?"

"Well, I was planning on studying in the library but Shunpike came over and decided now was a good time to have a chat."

"Wait—like Oliver Shunpike?"

"Yeah, you know him?"

Blaine nodded as they began to walk back towards the school, "He was one of the people I hung around. Y'know, before I decided I preferred you lot?"

Mercedes giggled, reminding the two boys of her presence. "So what did he want?"

"I don't know, actually. He didn't really say. Just… wanted to talk, I suppose?"

"Realized how amazing you are, I reckon," Blaine pointed out.

"I guess he must've 'cause he wasn't rude or anything."

Blaine frowned, "Was he before?"

"Not in so many words," Kurt mumbled.

Mercedes rolled her eyes as she pushed Kurt to her other side, moving in so she could talk to Blaine in hushed tones. "They were practically inseparable for the first couple years of school, and then bam. Out of no where he drops Kurt as a friend, joins Quidditch and gets a new group of friends. Sure, he wasn't rude to Kurt, but he still left him out of no where."

"And they haven't talked since then?"

"No. Well, aside from the required words in class and what not."

"So why now?"

Kurt sighed from the other side of Mercedes. "Who cares? It was nice of him. He was my best friend, and I have to admit that I may've had a slight crush on him at some point or another. I wouldn't mind resurrecting our friendship."

"Just be careful, Kurt. People randomly stopping to have a chat after three years isn't an everyday occurrence."

"I doubt he's bringing up our old friendship just to hurt me, Blaine." Kurt snorted, "Just let me be happy about possibly fixing things with an old friend, okay?" And with that, Kurt walked away from them.

"I messed up again, didn't I?"

"No, it's fine. He's not mad, per say, just… sensitive about these things."

Blaine groaned and ran a hand through his hair, "I just… I have a really bad feeling about all of this. I don't want Kurt getting hurt."

"He'll be fine, Blaine. He knows right from wrong and he won't let anyone get under his skin like that." With a simple pat on his back and a wave, Mercedes was off too, leaving him alone.

"I sure hope so," He mumbled as he quickened his pace, hoping to catch up with them at the Great Hall.