The kiss seemed to last forever, and it became passionate rather quickly as they both wanted more and more of each other. Blaine moaned into Kurt’s mouth and his hands slipped down to grip the boy’s ass and pull him closer.
It was when he felt something hard pushing into his hipbone that Blaine realized what was going on, and he pulled away for air, flushed from head to toe, lips dark red and swollen.
It took a couple of seconds for Kurt to come back to Earth from that amazing kiss, but then he became aware of his own boner and the fact that Blaine was probably feeling it.
Panic washed through him as he saw the Hufflepuff’s frightened expression.
“Sorry… I didn’t mean to…fuck,” he mumbled as he moved away, out from between Blaine’s legs to sit on the table next to him. He prayed to every deity he didn’t believe in to not chase away the shorter boy with this.
Fortunately Blaine smiled and caressed Kurt’s thigh as he shook his head.
“No, you have done nothing wrong, it’s very flattering actually, I just don’t want to rush things even further. We should take it slow, but kissing is okay. Very much indeed,” Blaine said with a smirk and he pulled Kurt in to lock their lips again.
After a few steamy minutes of making out, they parted again. Oxygen was still vital, but now there was no awkwardness at all, just hands exploring the other’s body – strictly above the belt.
The furniture wasn’t the best to sit on, so Blaine pulled out his wand with the idea of transforming it into a sofa or something.
“What are your intentions with that, Mr. Anderson?” Kurt asked in a playful tone. “No need to charm me, I’m totally into you already.”
Blaine just smiled and pecked his boyfriend’s lips.
“That’s good to know, but I’m just making us more comfortable, if you don’t mind.”
After a quick spell, the desk was gone and with a squeak, Kurt found himself on a nice and soft couch. The Slytherin’s eyes brightened as he lay down onto it, pulling Blaine on himself.
“I see you’re good with your wand,” Kurt said with a naughty smirk. “You should help me with Transfiguration. I totally suck…” He reached for his boyfriend’s hand to wrap his lips around a digit. “...at that subject.”
The blue eyes connected with the hazel ones and Blaine moaned loudly, quickly hardening in his jeans.
“Enough with the sexual innuendos, or I will jump your bones.” The shorter boy whispered hoarsely.
“I thought we were taking it slow.” Kurt said innocently as he continued to lick and nip at his lover’s fingers.
“We are. Now kiss me.” Blaine ordered and they didn’t speak much for a while.
*
Sebastian Smythe was roaming the moonlit corridors by himself.
He was bored, horny and irritated, but mostly fed up with the fuckable twinks he used to play with. There was absolutely no challenge in banging the experimenting “straight” boys, the bi-curious teenagers or the few flamboyant gay guys.
Sebastian wasn’t even 17 years old, yet he had them all. But where do you go when there are no more easy targets?
For Merlin’s sake, even Ladyface Hummel hooked up with the hobbit from Hufflepuff. Not that Sebastian was looking for a boyfriend or anything. He didn’t believe in love, and all the sappy bullshit. It was sickening enough to watch Kurt and his vertically challenged puppy looking all lovesick and happy.
Feelings and emotions just make you weak and vulnerable; letting someone in holds the dangers of being hurt, and Sebastian just couldn’t understand why other people took the risk.
He was a Slytherin to the very core: always going safe, making sure he couldn’t get hurt and that he would come out of everything with benefits, taking advantage of anyone and everyone.
Love just didn’t fit in the picture.
His thoughts were interrupted by a loud groan, coming from someone over the corner.
“For the love of Rowena, I’m going back to the tower! You two are totally unbearable!”
In a couple of seconds, a boy showed up in Ravenclaw robes. He was almost as tall as Sebastian, with light brown hair and dashingly hot features.
Maybe this night won’t be a total disaster after all, the Slytherin thought as he eyed the stranger, his gaze measuring him up and down.
“What the fuck are you looking at?” Snapped the guy angrily.
“I’m just wondering how you would look in my bed, all sweaty and naked. It’s a pleasant picture, wanna go and make it reality?” Sebastian offered with a predatory grin.
The brown haired boy just gave him a disgusted glare and wanted to move along, but the way was blocked.
“Where’s the rush, sweetheart?” Sebastian asked, still grinning like a Cheshire cat.
“Let me go, you bloody idiot!”
“What a dirty tongue, I like it. What’s your name, sexy?”
“It’s none of your fucking business!” The Ravenclaw groaned as he tried to push Sebastian away.
“Here you are, Hunter! What’s gotten into you? We only turned our backs to you for a second, and you were lost.”
Two other Ravenclaws appeared, looking totally debauched with kiss swollen lips and messy hair. When the blond one noticed Sebastian still standing in the way, he smirked and winked at the other boy, a shorter guy with brown hair.
“Who is your friend?” He asked, looking amused, wrapping an arm around his – probably – boyfriend’s waist.
Sebastian’s grin became wider when he heard the name.
“Hunter? You look more of a pray to me. Well, I’m up for a hunt, so we will see each other soon, baby.” He added and slapped the angry boy’s ass, passing by him.
*
“We should go back to our dorm… it’s well after curfew.” Blaine noted as they cuddled on the couch after some really intense make-out sessions.
They were both flushed, with messy hair and wrinkled clothes, and Kurt had a few fading hickeys on the pale skin of his neck.
“It’s too nice here, why can’t we stay?” Kurt whined as Blaine pulled away, making grabby hands and trying to pull the boy back on him. He missed the weight of his body against his already.
“Come on, I will walk you back, and pick you up in the morning.”
Blaine untangled himself from his boyfriend and stood up, much for Kurt’s disappointment. It was so nice to be there together, he really didn’t want it to end, and go home to an empty bed and snickering mates. But Blaine was right; it was pretty late, and they could get into a lot of trouble, if they got caught out of bed.
“Okay, let’s go.” He said at last, giving in and getting up from the cushions.
Maybe, he could convince Blaine to arrange a sleepover sometime, so they could spend the night together, falling asleep in each other’s arms.
They walked back to the entrance of Kurt’s common room, where Blaine gently pushed him to the wall and gave him a very intense good-night kiss.
Everything was still so new and overwhelmingly exciting and fresh.
“Get a room, guys! Come inside – pun intended, – or take it somewhere else, but you’re blocking the doorway!” A well known voice broke the intimate moments.
It was Sebastian of course, grinning at them like always, but tapping his foot impatiently with his arms crossed before his chest. Blaine didn’t even look at the tall boy; just cupped Kurt’s face and placed a last long kiss on his lips.
“I will be here at 8 AM sharp. Good night.” And with that, he left in the direction of the Entrance Hall.
“Well, he isn’t walking funny enough, so I assume you were bottoming tonight.” Sebastian said casually, as they went inside.
“Though it’s none of your business, I'll have you know that we haven’t had sex, because we are taking it slow. Now if you'll excuse me, I’m really exhausted, so be a good lad and leave me alone.”
“You'd better put some salve on that hickey, or your neck will be marvelously bruised tomorrow morning. Believe me, I’m the master of the love-bites.” The tall boy grinned, pointing at the red mark, obviously enjoying himself.
Kurt sighed and pulled the collar of his shirt up. He waved goodnight to Santana, who was sitting by the fire and went down to his dorm, with a chattering Sebastian on his side.
*
The next morning, Blaine was up early to get himself ready and pick up Kurt, so when he got into the common room, it was almost empty. Only a fourth-year sat by the fire alone, watching the flames in silence.
Blaine knew the kid. Rory was a quiet Irish boy who had often been by himself, lost in a book or writing homework. He didn’t remember seeing the younger Hufflepuff among friends, or even smiling, for that matter.
Blaine still had a little time to spend, so he sat down next to the boy.
“Hey, why are you up so early?” He asked.
Rory looked up frightened, like he expected someone to attack him, and Blaine’s heart fell as he noticed it. The poor guy looked miserable. He should have done this earlier; he was a prefect for Merlin’s sake, so he should have helped Rory out.
When the boy made sure that the words were addressed to him, he pulled his shoulders.
“My classmates are often out, and I don’t like to sleep in the empty room, so I usually spend the nights by the fire.”
Blaine immediately felt sorry for the poor kid, because he knew exactly how lonely someone can be, so he decided to help him.
“Why don’t you come with me? I need to stop to pick up my boyfriend first, but after that we can have breakfast together.”
Rory’s eyes lit up immediately, and a wide smile curled his lips up.
“Thank you, that would be great!”
“Good. And you should try to open up to your classmates, I’m sure that they are not mean. They wouldn’t be in this house if they were.”
Even if it was a generalization, their basic characteristics were the same, and Hufflepuffs were mostly kind and friendly people. It was unlikely of them to leave someone so alone and miserable like Rory was.
The Irish boy sighed and ducked his head down, staring at his shoes.
“You are right, they are not so bad. In my first year, they tried to befriend me, but after having so many problems with understanding me, they just gave up. My accent is really bad, I’m from Northern Ireland.”
Truth to be told, Blaine could admit to himself that it wasn’t so easy to figure out what Rory was trying to say. Luckily, however, the older Hufflepuff had Irish relatives and had spent a couple of summers with them, so he had a small advantage.
They walked through the Entrance Hall, but when Blaine stepped onto the corridor leading to the dungeons, Rory stopped like he was running into a wall.
“Why are we going there? The Slytherins are beating me up all the time; please don’t make me go there, I will just wait here for you to return…”
His face was completely pale and his whole figure started to shake violently, and Blaine’s heart sunk even deeper. This poor lad was deeply traumatized, and Blaine hadn't realized it for four years. He made a mental note to warn Kurt about some of his housemates and wrapped his arms around Rory’s shoulder.
“They can’t harm you, I won’t let them.” Well, that sounded really brave and comforting, even though he knew that he wasn’t at the exact top of the food-chain at this school. But he had a boyfriend who actually had a status among the Slytherins, so that gave him strength and courage to walk into the dangerous area.
Rory clutched his hands tight as they passed the Potions classroom where Blaine smiled at the memory of last night. The younger Hufflepuff tried to shrink invisible whenever someone walked by them, but nobody even spared a look at the two boys.
They had just arrived to the entrance of the common room, when Kurt came out with a couple of his mates. He looked annoyed and tired, and when Blaine spotted Sebastian, he understood why.
“No, I don’t know him, and even if I knew, I wouldn’t let you screw him over. Grow up, Seb! I know that you’re better than this.”
When he caught sight of his boyfriend accompanied with the bullied fourth-year, his face lit up with a smile.
“Hi, baby. Rory, what a pleasant surprise! What are you doing here?”
Before anyone could say anything, Sebastian chuckled and shot a disbelieving glance at Kurt.
“You seem to really like nerds, Hummel. Not only Anderdork, but a new one? Isn’t he too young for you? But, it’s your life, Gay-face.” The tall Slytherin raised his palms up in faked surrender, then waved a hand towards Kurt in an utmost superior gesture as he continued to speak. “I’m leaving you to vomit rainbows now. I have a Ravenclaw to hunt, anyway.” And with that, he left with Puck and Santana.
Blaine’s eyes bounced between his boyfriend and Rory, looking confused.
“Do you two know each other?”
Kurt got a bit pink but nodded.
“He was the one who told me your house’s password that day. He was having some problems with a jerk named Archer, and I helped him out. The guy was torturing Rory, and I couldn’t let that happen.”
Blaine looked at Kurt like he was the most amazing person on the planet.
“My hero.” He gazed at his boyfriend with adoration. “So in that case, I hope you don’t mind that I had told Rory to hang out with us today?”
“That would be lovely.” Kurt smiled warmly. “Now let’s get going, my first class is in the other end of the Castle.”
*
Time was flying; Kurt and Blaine were slowly falling in love with each other more and more every day. They befriended Rory and made sure that the boy wasn’t so lonely anymore.
On the day marking the second week of them being together, they were in the Slytherin common room, Blaine sitting casually on Kurt’s lap, talking with Santana.
“So, is it going well with Brit?” Blaine asked, nonchalantly stroking his boyfriend’s thigh.
“Yes, she is bloody brilliant, I think I really like her. And she might be a bit slow, but we are progressing pretty fast, if you know what I mean.” She added and her lips curved up a little.
“You can keep the details, San, we are not really into the vagina business, remember?” Kurt frowned and hid his face in Blaine’s neck.
“Your loss, ladyface. And what’s up with you, little love bugs? Still stuck in the ‘holding your hand and staring into your eyes like you’re the most amazing creature on Earth’ phase? Or are you getting dirty? Share all the kinky details with Auntie Tana!”
Kurt snorted and looked at the girl with one of his brows raised, but his trademark bitch-face wasn’t the same, since his head was still on his boyfriend’s shoulder.
“I must disappoint you, but we have nothing to share. Not everyone wants to have sex on the first date. Or even the second. Some of us like to wait for the proper moment to come.” When he saw Santana’s grin, he rolled his eyes. “No pun intended.”
“So you’re telling me that you sneak back every night after curfew, and wear your huge Slytherin scarves all the time to hide the hickeys because you two are walking in the park doing all PG stuff? Or those purple marks on your neck are from the wind? You really have sensitive skin.”
Kurt hissed and tried to come up with something equally witty, when a happy-looking Puckerman arrived, and Santana’s attention turned to him.
Noah stretched out in the armchair next to them with a smug grin on his face.
“I had witnessed an eventful encounter in the Great Hall. Sebby’s ‘hunting adventures’ are getting interesting. I’m this close to feeling sorry for him, actually.” Puck raised his right hand, his thumb and index finger separated by about an inch, then getting wider, and wider...
Blaine groaned and Kurt’s face fell as well. It might have been funny for everyone else, but every time Sebastian was denied by this guy, he took out all of his anger on the boys.
“We should go, then, I’m not in the mood for a fight.” Blaine suggested, and Kurt was quick to agree.
“I will walk you back. If we are lucky enough, we might miss him and save ourselves from another angry rant.”
Santana nodded and jumped up herself.
“You’re right; I will go check on Brit. Mind if I join you?”
Blaine chuckled, entwining his fingers with Kurt’s.
“Be our guest.”
They were just out of the common room, when they found themselves in front of a furious Sebastian.
“Oh marvelous… he was here again.” The tall boy snapped, looking at Blaine. “Why is this hobbit always in our place? I hope you didn’t fuck him in my bed.”
Kurt clutched his boyfriend’s hand and tried to calm down, but he couldn’t take it anymore.
“ENOUGH!!” He yelled, blue eyes darkening with anger. “Look, I’m sorry that this guy refuses to be your fuck-toy. But for Merlin’s sake, stop bitching like a baby! I’m sick of your rants and mood-swings and for the name of Salazar, if you continue to harass my boyfriend, I will put you in the hospital-wing! Just grow up, and get over it!”
With that, he stormed up the corridor, pulling Blaine with him.
“Wow,” was all the Hufflepuff was able to say. “That was… hot.”
“Really?” Kurt stared at him disbelieving. “You liked it?”
Blaine couldn’t reply because Santana caught up with them.
“That was quite a speech there, and you were right. I really don’t know why he's so fond of this boy.”
“Is this Hunter kid even gay?” asked Blaine. “Because if he really is straight…”
Santana snorted. She had a few friends in Ravenclaw who told her some stories, so she was better informed than even Sebastian himself.
“That’s not the problem. Clarington is bisexual, but a very, very dominant one – he only tops, and this means exclusively. With other words, he's not the usual bi-curious twink Sebby had the pleasure to encounter so far. That means, if they really hook-up, our dear friend will get fucked.”
Blaine nodded, a shy smile on his face like every time gay sex was mentioned.
“And Smythe said that he would never bottom. Well, we shall see, then.” Kurt noted the pink blush on his lover’s cheeks from the topic, and he gave Blaine a little kiss on the nearest of them. “Someone needs to be fucked, it’s quite essential. Right, honey?”
“Too much testosterone in the air for me, I will go find my girlfriend. Later, gayboys.”
Santana got inside the Hufflepuff common room, and when Blaine tried to follow her, Kurt pulled him back, to wrap his hands around his neck.
“You’re cute when you’re all red,” he said, and kissed him.