"So, while everyone is here...I have some good news!" Blaine announced. His excited tone immediately caught the attention of our dinner guests, and prompted the clattering of cutlery against plates as they each gave Blaine their undivided attention. A feeling of silent anticipation hung in the air as a gorgeous, smirking smile plastered itself across Blaine's face. Rachel, Sam, Santana, Mercedes and Artie were aware of just how many auditions Blaine had been to recently, and subsequently begged for him to spill the beans and end the prolonged suspense. Privy to Blaine’s incredible news, I was able to sit back and enjoy this beautiful moment.

As Blaine finally took a breath to speak, I felt his hand rest on my thigh in a comfortable, familiar kind of way. "I got Harry Potter." Blaine shook his head as he confessed his good news to our loved ones. Excited squeals and applause filled our small apartment as our friends moved swiftly to engulf Blaine in a group hug. We had all listened to Blaine rave on and on about this relatively small-scale production based on the Harry Potter series for months. I still remember how excited he’d been when we first walked past one of the flyers, and how absolutely terrified he was leading up to his audition. I hadn’t seen my him that rattled before a performance since Nationals 2012.

Once all the cheering and congratulating ran its course, Blaine was bombarded with A Very Potter Musical related questions. “How are you going to fit a production in between classes at NYADA, work and planning the most incredible wedding of all time?” Rachel asked, the genuine concern which contorted her face making me giggle. “I spoke to Carmen Tibideaux yesterday, and she said if I’m part of the production team as well as the cast, it can be counted towards my degree…so I’ll spend less time at school…which kind of sucks…” He glanced over at me with sad eyes. “But I’ll get to write music AND develop a script AND act in the show….it’s amazing.” Blaine smile was lighting up the room as he spoke so passionately about his new project, and I was absolutely bursting with pride. “Hey, Kurt will finally be able to fulfill his boyish fantasy of riding off into the sunset on Harry Potter's broomstick." Santana winked at me, making everyone laugh. My best friends’ were all aware of the slightly (let’s be real, very) homoerotic dreams 15-year-old Kurt had about one Harry James Potter, and understood that I was unashamed of my teenage obsession. I could see Blaine blushing widely as he giggled in response to Santana’s crude joke. I gave his shoulder a playful nudge, which noticeably relaxed him a little.

Santana’s was not the first inappropriate joke made about my obsession that evening as our weekly catch-up continued. Most conversations seem to flow back to A Very Potter Musical and then, inevitably, back to my thirsty HP obsession. “Well, I for one can’t wait to see it.” Rachel smiled as she lay her head on Blaine’s shoulder from her place next to him. “Me either! I haven’t been back to Hogwarts in years!” Mercedes chimed. In response to Mercedes, Artie, Rachel and I immediately began to recite, word for word mind you, JK's famous quote from the premiere of the last film. You know, the one about Hogwarts always being there to welcome you home? If you don’t know it, google it. It’s worth it.

 "You guys are so lame...." Santana rolled her eyes at our antics as she stood up to clear some of our plates. "Any self-respecting individual over the age of 10 would not be caught dead reading a book about a flabby 12-year-old who is unrealistically forced into killing some evil guy who looks like he's had his nose ripped off by a banshee." Santana argued, only to be shut down by the room full of potterheads she had just offended. "Well, as dorky as it may be, I look forward to watching you rock those stupid glasses and sing the pants off anyone they dare to cast alongside you." Santana wrapped a friendly arm around Blaine’s waist and rested her chin on his shoulder as they stood together in the kitchen. The rest of us had congregated in the lounge, ready to once again fight about which movie we should watch as part of our movie night tradition. Santana and Blaine stacked dishes while we fought, and eventually retrieved the 2 bottles of sparkling cider I’d bought for our cozy night in. Having finally decided on Mamma Mia, we all settled in for a night of karaoke sing-alongs and hard-core Meryl Steep appreciation.

About halfway through the musical masterpiece that is Mamma Mia, I found myself distracted by the stunning side profile of my fiancée, who was, of course, deeply concentrated on the movie. He was miming the lines in perfect time. Sandwiched between myself and Santana, I noticed that while one of Blaine’s soft hands was linked tightly with mine, his other hand was resting on Santana’s knee as he leant against her. This type of affection had become common between those two as their friendship continued to grow stronger by the day. If it were anyone else, I would have been viscously jealous of the way Blaine and Santana were so casually affectionate with one another. But for some reason, I am glad not only that Blaine has found such a good friend in Santana since he arrived here in New York, but also the reverse. Santana hasn’t had the easiest time of it since she barged in here around April last year, and she could really do with as many close friends as she can get.  

It was not long after the film credits had finished rolling through that our friends were hurriedly saying their goodbyes. It was much later than any of us had realised, and most of them were going to be pushing it to make the last train home. Blaine and I stood by our front door, waving at our friends as they all frantically descended the stairs to the ground floor. Sam was carrying Artie, while Mercedes comically bumped his wheelchair down each step. “We really should move somewhere more accessible...” I said, closing our heavy front door behind me, finally alone with my love. “That, or we try to convince the landlord to put in a lift.” Blaine laughed at my suggestion, rightfully so considering how horrible our landlord was rumored to be. “I don’t think he minds being carried around….I think he gets a kick out of it.” Blaine giggled as I flopped down next to him on the couch, now with much more room to spread out. “Makes him feel like Gaga at the Grammys.” Blaine added before he shuffled across to rest against my chest. I had to agree with that. Our wheelchair bound friend was exactly the kind of dramatic that would see him enjoy being carried in and out of events in an egg. We sat together for a while, enjoying the calming quiet of our now empty apartment, before Blaine suddenly turned in my arms and reach up to connect our lips. I was taken by surprise, and took a moment to respond to Blaine’s soft lips gliding across mine. "You know..." Blaine muttered beneath our gentle kisses. "I am so glad... that Rachel and... Santana moved out..." A sly smile plastered itself across Blaine’s face in between our light kisses. "Why’s that?" I teased as Blaine shuffled so he was kneeling comfortably in my lap. The slight giggle in my voice gave away, however, that I knew exactly why. Blaine pulled our lips apart and pressed his lips against my neck. He let out a throaty laugh as I gasped at his touch, and I reveled in the feeling of his hand now holding my jawline tight. His thumb stroked my cheek back and forth as he continued to kiss along my neck and he seemed to enjoy the sounds which escaped my lips as his lips brushed against the easily bruised skin of my collar bones. Time seemed to have stopped as we fooled around on the couch. Just us two, together, finally. Eventually though, Blaine forced us back into reality. I raised an eyebrow at my fiancée when he suddenly pulled away from our now not so gentle kisses. "It's like 2am... We need to sleep..." He admitted, nodding over in the general direction of the large clock which dominates our living room. I rolled my eyes at him, but I had to concede that I was feeling the effects of what was a long school day, and my eyes were beginning to feel heavy. I let Blaine drag me over to our bed. I stripped down to my underwear quickly and crawled into bed first, watching Blaine as he undressed and began the process of combing out the product which had been taming his curls all day. Usually, I would be sat alongside him, completing my vigorous facial routine. But tonight, I was content in simply watching from afar. I was internally swooning as I watched Blaine's back and shoulder muscles tense and subsequently relax as he pulled a thick comb through layers upon layers of hair gel. He soon joined me in the comfort of our oversized bed, and we immediately gravitated towards each other. "I love you." Blaine murmured once he had settled into my chest. "I love you too." I whispered back as I felt my tired body relaxing into the comfort of our mattress.