Summer started and Kurt's puberty started for real now. He already looked older, but there was older and there was older.

He gelled his hair (not like Blaine) and Kurt made it look like it was Defying Gravity. He was taller, but of course not as tall as Finn. He also started working out.

His face changed too. He didn't look like the fourteen year old Kurt Hummel he once was. Oh no. For example: his jaw was more defined. Kurt wasn't complaining.

And Blaine wasn't complaining either.

Speaking of Blaine….

Kurt also started thinking about Blaine. Kurt's fifth year (Blaine's fourth) had been different compared to the previous ones.

Blaine was more reserved and less bubbly. He didn't smile as much as the other years and he wore less bow ties.

He blamed himself for a lot and he always had high expectations of himself. For example: his parents loving this brother more and differently, he has to be Muggle in order to live with Kurt….

One time they went to The Three Broomsticks with Mercedes and Mercedes accidently dropped her drink. Blaine said it was his fault. He was distracting her because they had a conversation about hair products.

And there was so much more.

Kurt stepped in his car and two hours later, he arrived in Westerville. When he ran the bell, a man opened the door.

It wasn't Blaine's dad.

“Hey,” Kurt waved awkwardly, “I'm looking for Blaine?”

The man turned around and shouted.

“SQUIRT? THERE'S AN ATTRACTIVE YOUNG MAN AT THE DOOR FOR YOU! YOU BETTER GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE AND EXPLAIN TO ME WHY YOU KNOW SOMEONE THAT HOT!”

“Merlin's beard, Coop, you don't have to shout!” Kurt heard Blaine, “You're lucky that the parental unit isn't here. They'll kill you.”

“Why are you always so mean to me?” the man, probably Blaine's older brother Cooper, pouts. “Better question,” Blaine said, finally at the door, “Why aren't the parents here? Do you know where they are?” Cooper shrugged.

“But tell me, who is this handsome ‘bloke' at the door?” Cooper's eyes scanned Kurt from head to toe. It kind of made Kurt uncomfortable. “Coop, we've been through this several times,” Blaine sighed, “I am not British, so you don't have to speak British for me.”

“But, really, who is this?” Do they even know Kurt can hear everything?

“Uh, Kurt my boyfriend yeah, bye!” Blaine grabbed Kurt's hand and dragged him upstairs. “Oh okay- WAIT WHAT ARE YOU KIDDING ME?” Cooper shouted.

Blaine basically pushed Kurt in his room and locked the door. They heard footsteps approaching. “BLAINE DEVON ANDERSON, WE NEED TO TALK!” He tried to open the door.

“Oh, forget it. Alohomora!” “Shit, I forgot he is overage,” Blaine whispered and Kurt tried not to laugh. The door banged open.

Cooper waved with his extremely long wand and Kurt was magically pulled away from Blaine. He flew up in the sky and landed on Blaine's bed with a soft plop.

“My baby Blainey has a boyfriend?”

“Don't tell dad,” Blaine blurts out, “I mean, mom promised.”

“Wait, mom knows?” Cooper asked surprised, “And she didn't tell me? That witch.” Then he turned to Kurt and jumped on the bed. “I am Cooper Jay Anderson, Blaine's older bro. You better treat him right or I'll transform you in a duck. Now, you probably want the Brother's Stamp of Approval, uh? Well, we'll see.”

“Coop, you're scaring him,” Blaine yanked Kurt away, “Please, go away!”

“Oh, so you and the kid can do the nasty?” “Coop, you've been in the Muggle world for far too long. I have no idea what the ‘doing the nasty' means.”

Hang on, his brother was in the Muggle world?

“You know,” Cooper made some gross sex noises, “That nasty stuff.” Blaine blushed deeply. “Coop, I'm just turned fifteen!”

“So what? When I was fifteen, Katherina and I went to this hotel-” “Aaah, Coop, shut up!” Blaine yelled and blocked his ears with his hands. “Blimey, we aren't those kids. We've only been dating since Christmas.”

“Doesn't bother you if it doesn't bother him.”

“GET OUT!” Cooper left, laughing like crazy. 

Blaine slammed the door shut. “Sorry about him,” he said, “He can be a little bit… that.” “He's nice,” Kurt shrugged.

“So.”

“… So.”

“You came.”

“I came indeed.”

“To talk?”

Kurt nodded. “Yes, about you. And us too, I guess.”

Blaine immediately grabbed Kurt's wrists, clear panic in his eyes. “Please don't break up with me!” Blaine blurted out, “Please.”

Kurt gave him a reassuring smile. “I'm not going to break up with you, you idiot,” he softly kissed Blaine's cheek. Blaine looked like he was about to melt.

Or just die from cute holla holla hey.

“I love you, so I'm not going to break up with you, but we do need to talk about something rather more… deep.”

“Deeper than our relationship?”

“A deeper part in our relationship,” Kurt corrected him, “And it's about you.” “Why do I have a bad feeling about this?”

“No, not bad. I mean I think,” Kurt said, “I hope.” “Not. Helping,” Blaine mumbled, “Not. Helping. At. All.” Kurt noticed how anxious Blaine looked. It made Kurt nervous too.

“I've been worried. The last time I was this worried you were head over heels for ‘Bas.'” Blaine looked curious. “Same for you, hon.” Kurt went white. What did Blaine mean? Did he do something wrong?

“You've been in the Muggle world for too long. What is ‘head over heels' because I have no clue?” Kurt sighed in relief. “When you were dating Sebastian,” he explained and Blaine winced.

“Just- are you okay? You've been so weird and overemotional,” Kurt started and Blaine shifted in his seat. He really needed to stop doing that. “Please stop pretending there's nothing wrong, because there is. Ever since we had that talk in the bathroom… it went downhill.”

Blaine opened his mouth to protest, but he stopped himself.

“At first I thought it was you being upset about me going to the Muggle world, but your brother has been in the Muggle world?”

“Actually, he lives there but okay go on.”

“Well, then I- WAIT WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?”

“He… lives there?” Blaine clarified, looking confused. But this was brand new information for Kurt. Maybe it had something to do with Blaine's strange behaviour.

Kurt would get to that point later.

“You've been blaming yourself for basically everything, Blaine. I thought you were weird before Christmas, but that was because your parents left you here in Westerville when they went to Australia-” Blaine inhaled sharply “- but now I have no explanation at all. Zero. Nada.”

Kurt wasn't done yet. “Then, you've been awfully busy with schoolwork. I know, you'll have your O.W.Ls, but the amount of pressure… you can't keep doing that to yourself. I know, it's an awesome feeling to pass with A's, E's and O's, but damn. Care to elaborate?”

Blaine actually looked guilty. “You really want to know?” he asked, looking away.

Kurt nodded.

“Look, for starters, my dad has been going on about me being in the Ministry. Coop's in the Australian Muggle Ministry to protect president Rudd and he wants me to take over London. But he doesn't trust me in the Muggle world, so he wants me to stay in the wizarding world. I don't want to, of course.” “Of course.”

“Then, the Muggle world…” Blaine trailed off. He let go of Kurt's wrists. “What's with the Muggle world?” Kurt asked anxiously.

“I don't want to lose you,” Blaine confessed quietly. Kurt's eyes widened in shock. He smiled an reassuring smile and yanked Blaine to him. He sank his face in Kurt's chest. “Even if I escape my dad's plan, I won't be good enough. I will never be enough for you, the other Muggleborns… the whole Muggle world!”

“You… you just have to adapt,” Kurt rocked him back and forth. He knew that Blaine wasn't a baby, hell the kid was fifteen, but it seemed to calm him down a little bit.

“It took me quite some time to get used to the wizarding world and I'm still the biggest Muggleborn in school. Which means something. Even if you get out of your father's grip and decide to come to New York with me, I said it before, you'll still be a wizard. I'll still be wizard. I told you all of this in the bathroom. Why are you still so afraid of losing me?”

“I just… I don't want to be a disappointment anymore.”

Kurt really had no idea what to say. “I love you,” is all that escaped his mouth.

On the last Monday of summer, an unfamiliar owl delivered a letter. It wasn't a Hogwarts owl, or Quinn's… Kurt really had no idea whose owl it was.

When Kurt tried to get the letter, the owls started pecking him on the fingers. “Jeez, you bloody owl. Don't get all mad on me!” After realizing that Kurt was being too British for his linking, he found out that the owl needed food.

Kurt quickly retrieved something from Eric's cage and after giving it to the owl, he finally got hold of the letter.

KUUUUUUUUUUUUURT

Oh my goooooood. Before you get all ‘who the heck is this?' let me clear it up for you. It's the newest Hufflepuff prefect, Blaine D. Anderson!

Yes, I am a prefect now. I can finally go one hundred percent legally enter the prefects bathroom. We can finally leave the whole sneaking in thing behind because that was kind of exhausting.

Remember that one time the male Slytherin from the, I don't know, sixth year walked in and caught us? BECAUSE I DO!

But well, I am prefect now. No more lonely Hogwarts Express trips for me anymore.

About the owl, my parents got me one because I already had a new broom. I called him Charming, after the infamous Prince Charming. I bet Charming and Eric are going to be close owl-friends.

I bet you've found out that it wants to be fed in order to get the letter. I mean, you're reading it now, right? Unless you're not Kurt!

If this is Mr. Hummel: I am so sorry. I swear nothing happened in that bathroom!

If this is Carole: Say hi to Kurt from me, but please hand him the letter and I hope you'll use this information for good use.

If this is Finn: … Sorry, but I have nothing to tell you, man.

If this is none of above: HOW THE HECK DID YOU GET THIS LETTER DON'T TELL ME THIS BLOODY OWL DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO SEND LETTERS I SWEAR TO GOD!

Anyway, if this is indeed Kurt, I love you very much and I can't wait to see you at the airport. SOON.

Loves,

Blaine D. Anderson

Newest addition to the Hufflepuff prefect list.

Ps. You're the first to know.

Ps. I'll write Quinn when Charming returns. I mean, if he does return.

Ps. I LOVE YOU

Kurt laughed silently to himself. He petted Charming, or at least he tried to because the damn bird jumped away and flew up high.

The front door opened and his dad yelled: “I'm home, kiddo! And I have big news!” Kurt opened the door to the hallway. “I'm here, dad,” he smiled, still holding Blaine's letter.

“Oh, good!” his dad said and ran to Kurt to hug him. His dad never just hugged Kurt. Kurt couldn't help it, he was a little bit suspicious. “Oh, bud, you'd better be home this Christmas,” he said, “Oh, you'd better be.”

“Well, I'm not planning on staying again, so yeah,” Kurt said and his dad finally let go. “Great, great. So you can attend my wedding,” he laughed and went to the living room.

Kurt's mind slowly processed the news.

“DAD!” he yelled and ran after him, “Oh my god, did you do it?” He emphasized the it a little bit too much. His dad smiles absently. “I did.”

Kurt exploded, but in a positive way.

“Oh my god. Do tell! How did you do it? Did you speech? How did she say yes? What-” “Calm down, kid, let me get a beer first, okay?” Kurt nodded quickly. His dad opened the fridge and looked over his shoulder. “You need something?” “Iced tea is good enough for me.”

His dad served the drink and they both sat down on the couch. “I took her to her favorite café and just… I went down on one knee and said ‘Carole Hudson, I've been trying to propose for weeks now but I came to one conclusion: I suck at proposals. So will you fucking marry me or not?' And then she said yes, jumped in my arms. We kissed and everyone around us went batshit insane.”

“You did not really say ‘will you fucking marry me or not'?” His dad scrunched his face. “I sorta did-” “Dad!” “- but without the ‘fucking' part.”

“Thanks god!” Kurt said relieved.