Kurt, however, just liked having chances to talk to him. Though Potions was hard because the Slytherin boy was with them, and he made it his mission to flirt with Blaine constantly and insult Kurt whenever Blaine was lucky enough to get away. Kurt had just ignored the snide comments, choosing to pretend he wasn't there.

Mr. Smythe had certainly supplied them with something to talk about while they walked to next class. Namely, him. They mostly talked about their dislike for him and how irritating he was.

Kurt was sure not to be too hopeful about Blaine's dislike for Sebastian. He could always change his mind and get with him.

But what did make Kurt happy, was that Blaine had called him his friend. When he'd said the word absentmindedly and continued to go on talking, he'd missed Kurt's blush, and shy smile.

Kurt had also found out they never ran out of things to talk about. He'd never had that with any of his friends. They'd never been able to talk every day for a whole week like he and Blaine had. But in a way, Kurt had liked it. It had given him that quiet time to study or read.

It was that weekend, on Saturday night, during dinner, that Kurt got a letter from his dad.

Kurt,

I know I shouldn't have kept this from you, at all, but I've been seeing someone lately. Her name is Carole and she's really sweet and kind. I'm sure you'll like her too. She has a son your age. He goes to a boarding school. She doesn't know about magic.

I know you're probably worried about her being accepting and such, but she told me that her son has a friend who's gay who spends a lot of time with them during the holidays. She's okay. I promise.

But anyway… I really like her, Kurt. And well, I would like it if she were to move in. With us. In Godric's Hollow. Her and her son.

I miss you already, Kiddo.

Love,

Dad.

Kurt had read and reread the letter three times before it finally registered that his dad had a girlfriend. He was confused as to why his dad was asking him permission to have his girlfriend and her son move in. His dad had his own life and shouldn't have to ask his son for these kind of things.

That night, Kurt sent his a confirmation letter. But he made sure to remind that her son was to have his own room (their spare), and to not make the place messy. And to abide by the current rules of their house. Or distract Kurt while he was studying or listening to music or reading.

He then went to bed happy that his father had actually done something that made himself happy, instead of Kurt. Even he had asked permission.

It still made Kurt smile.

~X~

On Sunday morning, as Kurt was walking down for breakfast alone, he saw something in the corner of his eye. He turned to look and saw Sebastian Smythe strolling towards him, a smirk plastered onto his face.

Kurt frowned and kept walking to the great hall, hoping Sebastian wouldn't talk to him.

Alas, the hope was pointless.

"Hummel!" Sebastian yelled at him through the empty hallway. Either they were both really late, or really early for breakfast.

Kurt sighed and turned to look at him again. "Smythe."

"I have a bone to pick with you." He sneers, stopping in front of Kurt.

"And what is that?"

Sebastian laughed silently once.

"Hurry up, I don't have all day."

"Feisty, aren't you?" Kurt just stares at him. "Anyway, I know you fancy Anderson."

Kurt doesn't say anything. If Sebastian can see it, who else can?

"I don't like that. Anderson is mine, whether he knows it yet or not. And I swear to god if you get in my way, I will curse you into oblivion."

Kurt raised an eyebrow. "I'm not interested in fighting for someone's affections, Sebastian. Especially when I'm against a Slytherin."

"Aww, cute. Where's your sense of adventure, Gryffindor?" He laughs again. "Anyway, by Christmas, Anderson will be mine. And when he is, I don't want to see you near him. You got that, Hummel?"

Kurt scowls, his eyes narrowing. "Why would I do that? Blaine's my friend. I'm not going to leave him alone just because some Slytherin who thinks he's better than everyone told me to. I don't take kindly to threats, Smythe."

Kurt pushed past him, angrily, making his way to the great hall, still hungry and just wanting to forget Sebastian existed.

"I don't disappear that easily. But fine, run away. Destroy what I thought Gryffindor's were about. I personally thought they were brave enough to stand up to a fight. But fine, just go. And to be fair, I am better than everyone at this school."

Kurt rolled his eyes and continued on his way, glad when He finally made it to the great hall and saw Artie already sitting and eating his breakfast. He rushed over and sat opposite him, folding his legs under him.

"Hey Kurt… Is something wrong?" He asked as Kurt piled some toast onto his plate.

"Everything's just peachy, Artie." Artie frowned at him, confused. They remained silent until Rachel and Mercedes appeared, both knew something was wrong the second the sat down.

"What's happened?" They said in unison, eyes training onto Kurt as they choose their breakfast without looking.

"I ran into Sebastian this morning." He supplied, taking a bite of toast.

"Aaand?" Rachel prompted, her eyes pleading.

"He threatened to curse me into oblivion if I went near Blaine when they get together."

"You mean if." Mercedes said.

"And there's very little chance of that, Kurt." Artie added.

Kurt sighed and glanced over at the Slytherin table. Sebastian was talking to some burly guy and another guy with a Mohawk. He didn't seem to be paying attention to anything else.

Then Kurt's eyes travelled to the girl beside him. He thought her name was Santana, he couldn't be sure. But he noticed her gaze was focused intensely on the Hufflepuff table. He turned slightly to see where she was looking and saw Blaine, Sugar and Brittany. He raised an eyebrow and looked back at Santana, looking more carefully. Even from this far away he noticed a carefully drawn 'B' inked into her wrist that was just showing from where her sleeve slipped down.

He smirked as he quickly thought up an idea.

"Hey Rachel, that girl in Slytherin is called Santana, right?"

"Yeah…" She looks confused, her brow furrowing. "Why?"

"What do you know about her?"

"Urm… Apparently she's a slut and has slept with a lot of the Slytherin guys. Jesse told me last year she even slept with him, which is saying something because all she ever does when I see her is bitch about how much she hates Gryffindor. Why is this important?"

"… It's not." He glances back at what he'd heard Rachel call the Sunshine Triplets. Brittany was making some sort of structure with her waffles, with Sugar talking on and on in the background while Blaine admired her work, grinning. Kurt's heart skipped a beat when he saw Blaine's smile, and turned back to Rachel.

"I do believe I've found a way to get Sebastian to stop harassing Blaine."