Kurt was so ready for his fifth year, mostly because Dumbledore chose him as the male Ravenclaw prefect. Quinn was the female.

Santana was also the female Slytherin prefect and Mercedes the female Hufflepuff one. He didn't know what happened in the Gryffindor house.

But he met the other prefects on the Hogwarts express.

Back at Hogwarts, after leading the freshmen Ravenclaw students to the Ravenclaw tower, they got their information about the Ordinary Wizarding Levels. The O.W.Ls were nerve-wrecking, Kurt knew that because they had already started preparing in his fourth year.

Also, puberty started kicking in. He was still the cute, baby penguin Kurt, but he was changing. From the in and outside. Kurt could feel it (and also see it in the mirror, but shh shh).

It seemed as the perfect start of a perfect year.

But then Kurt saw Blaine moping. And again. And again. And agaaaain.

“B, are you okay?” Kurt leaned next to him against a wall. It was a beautiful October day and Blaine was sitting alone. Inside.

Something was definitely wrong.

Blaine shrugged.

“Blaine, I'm serious,” and yes, Kurt looked dead serious, “It's been a month and you're just so sad and so- so not you.”

Blaine shrugged again and it really started to piss Kurt off.

“Blaine Devon Anderson, look me in the eyes!” he said sternly. He kinda startled Blaine. Blaine tried to look away, but finally gave in.

“Well?”

And Blaine looked so sad. Normally, Kurt would've looked Blaine straight (or gay) in the eyes and he would've been distracted by them and their beauty.

But now, they seemed so empty.

Blaine looked empty.

Blaine didn't even look alive, for Merlin's sake. His eyes were so dark and dull and empty. He looked like those corpses, or one of those freaking scary porcelain dolls, with make-up and clothes. Kurt had always thought that they were creepy, but now Blaine was one and it freaked him out.

“I just want to go home for Christmas,” Blaine answered softly, it was almost a whisper, and then he broke down.

“Blaine!”

“My parents are going to Australia for Christmas to visit my brother Cooper-” Kurt didn't know Blaine had a brother “- and I just want to go with them. I want to see him too, but they didn't want me to. They demanded me to stay here for Christmas. I've sent them billion letters, begging for an explanation, but they won't answer me and it's frustrating.”

Blaine was crying like a crazy idiot now. Many students who passed them looked disgustingly annoyed at him.

“B, come on,” Kurt whispered and, hoping he didn't do something awfully stupid, he stepped closer and hugged him tightly.

Blaine let his head fell on Kurt's shoulder and continued to cry.

“I just want them to love me.”

“They do, B, they really do,” Kurt whispered in Blaine's ear, scrubbing his back.

“Not like Cooper, not like him.”

Kurt didn't know Blaine's parents good enough to judge, so he remained silent.

“I don't want to be alone for Christmas, Kurt, no one wants to be alone for Christmas. Everyone's going home except for me. All my friends will have delicious Christmas dinner and I'll be stuck here with some people I don't even know.”

“Oh little B.”

“Everyone's. Going. Home. Except. For. Me.”

Then, Kurt had an idea.

“And me.”

Blaine let go and backed away.

“What?” he asked, eyes still red.

“And me,” Kurt repeated, “I just made up my mind. I'm staying here for Christmas. Y'know, giving my dad and Carole some time. I mean it's their first Christmas together. And you are staying here, so it'll be-” “You can't do that for me!”

Kurt winked and turned around to walk away.

“I can and I think I just did,” he said, “So if you excuse me, I have to send Eric to America with a letter for my dad.”

“But- WAIT!” Blaine sprinted after him. He got hold of Kurt's shoulder and turned him around. “Kurt, you shouldn't- I mean, your dad does miss you.” “And I'll tell him I'm sorry, but I wanted him to have Christmas with Carole.”

“That's a lie, Kurt Hummel!”

“I know,” he scrunched his face, “But I'm sorry, I have a letter to write.”

“So, I heard you're staying here for Christmas?” Quinn plopped next to him on the couch in the Ravenclaw house.

“Yes, I am. My dad wasn't happy with it at first but then I told him I wanted to give him and Carole some space and I decided-”

“And I heard you did it for your favourite ‘Puff.”

Quinn grinned teasingly, because Kurt's face was perfect.

“How do you know that?” he asked, “I told everyone I did it for my dad and Carole.”

“Kurtsie, please!” Quinn shrieked, “We all know that ‘Puff is staying here and suddenly, totally out of nowhere, you decide to stay too. There's obvious and there's obvious.”

“She has a point, you know?” Artie wheeled to them, “You have it bad for Blaine, Blaine has it bad for you. Everyone knows it, except for the two of you and it's absolutely frustrating to watch.”

Tina, who was talking to another Ravenclaw girl, joined in too. “Absolutely. We've kind of been hoping for development. Especially Puck.” Oops. “We've already betted on you guys and all.”

“Jeez, Sugar betted five thousand Galleons on you guys,” Quinn sighed.

Kurt was trying to process all the new information, but honestly, he stopped caring after ‘Blaine has it bad for you.'

Were they joking or did they mean it?

Did Blaine really like Kurt?

He was about to find out in two months.

And Christmas came too quickly.

“Are you sure you're gonna be okay?” Quinn asked on the last day, “I mean, I know you.” Kurt shrugged.

Quinn patted him on the shoulder. “Good. I love you, now go get your man.” She picked up her trunk and she left without another word.

Artie, Tina and Mike left too, wishing him the best and Kurt was alone.

Well, not really. There was this freshmen girl, but she was clearly not in the mood for company. She was too focused on this book she was reading.

Kurt wanted to go to the Hufflepuff common room, but before he had even time to think, the door opened and Blaine stepped in.

“Hey ‘bestie',” he smiled, “Are you ready to go to Hagrid?” “Well, ‘bestie', I was about to ask you.” “I take that as a yes?”

“Yes.”

Blaine extended his hand. “Well, let's go.” Kurt happily took it and they ran – yes, they ran – to Hagrid's Hut and oh mY GOD THEY WERE HOLDING HANDS.

Hagrid welcomed him with open, and extremely long, arms. “I was expectin' theh two of yer. Come in.”

“Hagrid, the castle is exceptionally empty this year,” Blaine commented, “Why is that?” “Dunno,” Hagrid said, “Theh're all in a goo' mood?”

“I'm glad,” Blaine said, accepting a cup of tea, “Now I can spend my days with Kurt without people staring at us.”

Kurt almost choked his tea. “They're staring at us?”

Blaine's cheeks flushed red. “Yeah, they do all the time. I mean, Sam and Britt told me. You didn't know?”

Kurt recalled the things the other Ravenclaw students had told him. ‘You have it bad for Blaine, Blaine has it bad for you. Everyone knows it, except for the two of you and it's absolutely frustrating to watch,' Artie had said.

He was so drowned in his thoughts, he didn't notice Hagrid grinning to Blaine and Blaine nodding back. He was also blushing.

They spent some good hours at Hagrid's Hut and went to the Great Hall afterwards. It was beautifully decorated by the prefects and professor Flitwick.

They spent days hanging around, playing games, watching the Muggle ‘telly' in the Room of Requirements, going to Hogsmaede and so much more.

Kurt loved it, but then he woke up on Christmas Day.

He shuffled downstairs, wearing his baby blue pyjama and his old rabbit slippers, holding a ragged Fiyero. It was way too nostalgic.

Kurt spotted some familiar looking presents under the Ravenclaw tree. He shuffled to the tree and picked one up.

‘MARRY XMAS KURT –Finn' Kurt smiled, thinking it's merry, Finn, merry with an e.

He opened it and wasn't surprised to find sweets. A lot of freaking sweets.

He found more. For example: Quinn sent him a present with a not saying ‘get yo man.' But then he found the biggest one.

‘HAVE YOURSELF A MERRY LITTLE CHRISTMAS. That's the song, right? xo Dad' and under that was something scribbled down. He didn't recognize the handwriting, but it said ‘and Carole' so it must've been Carole.

Kurt unwrapped it. It was a box. He studied it with a puzzled expression on his face. It was all so familiar.

‘You have to open it, dumbo,' he heard his dad's voice. “I knew that!” he heard his own and he also heard a lot of chuckles.

Again, too familiar.

He opened the box and his jaw dropped. His eyes started watering and he slammed his hand against his mouth.

It was a sweater, but just not a sweater. He found another note.

Hey kiddo.

I bet you're crying now, uh?

But yes, it all real. It isn't the original one, though. It's in one of the other presents you haven't opened yet – yes, I know.

I remembered how sad you were when you grew out of the old one. You were fourteen years old, but you cried like a baby.

Nothing wrong with that, kid. It's okay to cry.

In one of your last letters, you were complaining about your outfits (and God, that was a long letter. I felt bad for Eric) and you were basically begging for a mall in Hogsmaede.

I hope this one is fine too.

I love you, kid.

Be safe and merry Christmas.

Oh, and a happy new year too, uh.

Loves,

Dad

Ps. Be honest: did Carole get hold of this present? Did the write something or what?

Kurt picked out the Little Mermaid sweater and smelled it. It wasn't the original one, but it still felt good. He quickly changed shirts (and this kid was watching, but let him watch. He looked fab) and remembered the original one.

It was in one of the other presents addressed to him.

He started unwrapping his other presents in rapid-fire. His other friends gave him presents, but he didn't really care about them. He'll check them later.

Then, he found it.

And now, he was definitely crying.

The other Ravenclaw students awkwardly shuffled away, whispering like crazy, but shit. Kurt didn't care. He hugged his sweater and Fiyero and didn't notice the door opening.

“Kurt?”

Oh shit.

“What are you- wait, is that your Mermaiding sweater, or what was the movie called?” Blaine leaned closer, “Yes, it is!”

Kurt wanted him to leave. He didn't want Blaine to see him like that. It must've looked so pathetic and childish.

But Blaine didn't seem to care.

“Oh, damn, I know what we're going to do today,” Blaine said, “But first, breakfast! We'll clean the mess later.”

“I look horrible,” Kurt sniffled. Blaine laughed. “I know, but who cares? It's Christmas!” he excitedly threw his hands in the air, “Skip that damn moisturizing routine of yours for one time. Look at me,” he pointed to his curls, “I didn't gel.”

Blaine never didn't gel.

That convinced Kurt to skip his routine.

The Christmas breakfast was absolutely wonderful. Kurt silently applauded the house elves. There were only sixteen Slytherins, five Ravenclaws, nine Gryffindors and twenty-three Hufflepuffs left, so they all sat together at the Gryffindor table.

Kurt sat, of course, next to Blaine.

“I miss Quinn, though,” Kurt said, “It feels so empty without her snarky comments.” “I miss Sam's stupid remarks too,” Blaine took a bite of- whatever it was.

“But I am happy I have you and only you alone,” he said and Kurt swore, he almost banged his head against the table because he needed to stop flirting with him, but Kurt didn't even know for sure if Blaine was flirting. Maybe he was just genuinely nice.

It was frustrating.

“So, you have plans today?” Blaine asked. “Nah,” Kurt shrugged, “But I will write my dad a letter. I need to thank him for my sweater.”

Blaine shifted uncomfortably.

“Uh, what did your parents sent you?” Kurt started slowly.

Blaine quickly sipped his drink. “Uh, socks and a bow tie.”

“Good, I understand the bow tie, but socks?”

Blaine shrugged. “I think they try to make me wear sock. Notgonnahappen.”

Kurt looked down to Blaine's feet and bloody hell. He really didn't wear socks. He was wearing a bow tie, though. Kurt motioned to it. “Is that the bow tie?” He studied it carefully and it looked so familiar, but then again. Everything seemed to look familiar today.

“Uh, no,” Blaine blushed deeply, “I didn't really like the pattern on the one my parents gave me. I'll wear it for sure, but not for Christmas. I mean, it's just the two of us. I wanted to look handsome.”

BLAINE ANDERSON, STOP IT! Kurt's mind basically screamed.

“But like I said, plans today? Except for writing your dad, of course.”

“Maybe, hanging around the castle. Uh, in a place that makes me feel good, like the Ravenclaw Tower?”

Out of nowhere, Blaine's eyes lit up.

“I know what to do today!” he said, eyeing Kurt's sweater. Blaine brought him to the Hufflepuff Basement and freaking blindfolded him.

He lead Kurt the way and damn, it was a long way. “Okay, wait here,” Blaine said after at least ten full minutes of walking. There were a lot of stairs.

He heard Blaine's footsteps echoing through the hallway (Well, Kurt thought it was a hallway), but then Blaine grabbed his hand and continue leading him to… wherever.

“Okay then!” Blaine said, “Evanesco!” And the blindfold disappeared. Kurt looked around. They were in the Room of Requirement and it looked like the MaF meeting room, but it wasn't the MaF meeting room.

It was smaller and there was a big TV screen in the middle on the room with two bean-bags. There was also a bookshelf with, displaying the newest Muggle books. “Wait,” Kurt pointed to a book with an orange cover. “Is that Catching Fire?” Blaine nodded proudly.

“What- how?”

“Oh, y'know. I just thought ‘I need the perfect place for Kurt' and well…” he trailed off and Kurt blushed. “I suggest a Disney Movie Marathon. I'm still learning.” “Yes, you haven't seen the Lion King yet. That means something, Blaine Anderson.”

“Well, let's get started.”

Six hours and four Disney movies later, Blaine dropped a bomb.

“Tell me about your mom. I meant mum,” he whispered softly. Kurt was taken aback by that. “Excuse me?” he sputtered.

“I mean, only if you want to.”

Kurt, clearly shocked, asked why. “Well,” Blaine lay back in his bean-bag, “We watched Little Mermaid 3 and the mom died and you cried like a crazy lunatic-” “Thanks,” Kurt said half-joking. “-wondered why.” Kurt twiddled his thumbs.

“What do you want to know?” he asked quietly.

“What do you want me to know?”

So Kurt started talking.

About the way she looked, the way she smelt, her voice, her making him sweat peas for dinner, how Kurt loved her beautiful heels, her heart… everything.

Blaine whistled.

“How is your mum?” Kurt asked and Blaine's eyes widened, “Yes, Blaine Anderson, I just asked that.”

“She is, eh, lovely and caring. I love her, she loves me. She tries,” he answered shortly. “she loves you?” Kurt asked, smiling. “Well, yeah,” Blaine gave him an ‘of-course-she-does' look, “She is overprotective and they, my mum and dad, have some expectations, but yeah.”

“'I just want them to love me',” Kurt recalled Blaine's words, “You sure they don't love you?” Blaine got where Kurt was heading to. “Kuuuuuurt.” “Blaaaaaaine,” Kurt said, matching Blaine's word.

“Good, good. Subject change before I get all sad and depressed,” Blaine waved with his hands, “I propose singing.”

Kurt booped Blaine's nose. “That is a very interesting question, because I'd like to hear you sing.”

Blaine looked confused. “Just to remind you: I am also a New Directions member and we sing all the time.” “Correction,” Kurt smiled, “If it isn't Rachel singing every damn song, you sing your part with one of more other persons. You always sing in group numbers. Now I want to hear you and only you.”

“What if I don't want to?” Blaine sat up.

“What if I make you?” Kurt had an idea.

“And how are you going to do that?” Blaine was basically challenging him.

Kurt pulled his wand out of his sleeve and Blaine stared at it in confusion. “I happen to know this spell….” Kurt trailed off and smirked to Blaine, who looked worried. 

Kurt pointed his wand to Blaine. “Wait! What am I supposed to sing?” Blaine asked desperately. “Oh, we'll see. Cantis!”

Blaine tried to keep his mouth shut, but it was in vain.

Out of nowhere, he started.

Mama! I dont have time for dancing!

“Oh no, Kurt, you did no-” his eyes widened when he recognized the song. They just finished that movie.

Thats just gonna have to wait a while
Aint got time for messing around
And its not my style
This old town can slow you down
People taking the easy way
But I know exactly where Im going
Getting closer and closer every day

“I'm gonna make you regret this!” Kurt laughed and said back: “Uh, nope.” “Well, I-”

And Im almost there, Im almost there
People down here think Im crazy, but I dont care
Trials and tribulations, I've had my share
There aint nothing gonna stop me now ‘cause Im almost there

Blaine started jumping around. He was really enjoying this and damn, he sounded so good. Kurt should've done this before. He winked to Kurt and Kurt had an idea. He started singing with Blaine.

I remember Daddy told me: “Fairytales can come true
You gotta make em happen, it all depends on you"
So I work real hard each and every day
Now things for sure are going my way
Just doing what I do
Look out boys, Im coming through

He made a ‘get-out-off-my-runway' move and skipped to Kurt. He took him by his hand and swirled him around. “Dance with me,” he whispered in Kurt's ear.

And Im almost there, Im almost there
People gonna come here from everywhere
And Im almost there
Im almost there

Dancing with Blaine felt good. It felt like home. He knew that the melody was about to change, so he rested his head on Blaine's shoulder. They danced slowly.

Theres been trials and tribulations
You know Ive had my share

Blaine spun him around again. And again. And again.

But Ive climbed the mountain, Ive crossed the river
And Im almost there, Im almost there
Im almost there!

“Well, that was fun.”

“So, you won't kill me for making you sing?” Kurt joked. Blaine hummed something. Kurt looked Blaine in the eyes and suddenly remembered something.

“Blaine, we're still holding each other,” he said nervously. Blaine looked shocked and quickly let go. His cheeks flutter red. “I, uh…” “Yeah,” Kurt could feel himself blushing too. He quickly looked down.

“So, it's half past four now,” Blaine stated, “I think we have to continue our Disney marathon after dinner.”

Kurt hummed in agreement, still not meeting Blaine's eyes. He turned around and started walking to the bookshelf. “Uh, I think I should- oh!”

“Kurt!”

And suddenly, he was lying on the cold, hard, marble ground.

He looked back and saw a stone and Kurt swore, it wasn't there a few minutes ago. He flipped himself on his back. He fell down on his face and yeah, that hurt.

He eyed the stone again.

No, really. It wasn't there. Kurt was sure of that.

Blaine started making his way to Kurt, but he didn't see the stone either. “Ku-uuuuuuuaaaaaaaah!” And bam, Blaine fell face-forward like Kurt.

Only downside – DOWNSIDE MY ASS -  was that he landed on the exact same spot as Kurt did. And Kurt was still lying there on his back, groaning in agony.

Long story short: Blaine landed on top of Kurt.

Kurt had trouble breathing. His heart was bouncing in his chest and Blaine was so close.

And he didn't move away.

And Kurt didn't mind.

Like, at all.

Kurt looked up at Blaine. He had no idea how long they stared into each other's eyes. Just kiss already. But then Blaine leaned closer and Kurt thought he was going to die.

Blaine closed the last bit of space between their faces and presses his lips to Kurt's and Kurt's mind is racing. OH MY GOD BLAINE IS KISSING ME I AM BEING KISSED BY BLAINE. He kind of has trouble breathing.

But then he relaxed, closed his eyes and kissed back.

Time stopped. It felt like everything was circling around him. Him and Blaine.

But all good things came to an end. Blaine pulled away and to Kurt's surprise, he looked scared.

He quickly sat up. “Kurt, I- I am so, so sorry. I didn't mean to-” ‘Hey, hey,” Kurt tried to calm him down, but Blaine wasn't listening. “-happened and I swear I won't do it again, but I just… you were so damn beautiful and it just happened-” “Blaine, you have to calm down.” “- awkward at all. Let us just pretend his never happened.”

He paused his ramblings and Kurt saw his chance.

“But what if I don't want to?” he said quietly.

“I mean, if you still want to talk to me after this- wait, what?”

“Y'know, it was a little bit weird,” Kurt sat up too and crossed his legs and we all know whyyyyy, “But it wasn't unpleasant or something. In fact, I was kinda sad you stopped.”

“Wait, what,” Blaine blinked rapidly, “So, no hard feeling involved?” Kurt laughed softly. “Nah, not at all. I've been kind of waiting for you since my third year.”

“R-Really?” Blaine spluttered in disbelief. Kurt leaned in and kissed him. It wasn't as big as their first one, but if definitely confirmed Blaine's question.

“Really,” he smiled softly and hearteyes, motherfucker.

“Thank God!” Blaine cried out, “Because I've been waiting for you since, well, since my first MaF meeting.”

Kurt had never felt happier.

“Wait,” he held up his index finger, “Sebastian?”

Blaine laughed humourlessly. It was an exact replica of the one a year ago in the library. “Lemme just say that I was very lonely and then this gay wizard appeared. Ding, ding, ding.”

Blaine looked down to something, but Kurt couldn't see what.

“You really didn't know?” Blaine asked, still eyeing whatever he was eyeing. Then he adjusted his bow tie. “I wore this one for you, y'know. ‘Cedes gave me the fabric. It was one of the shirts you wore in your third year. You grew out of it and threw it away. Mercedes managed to save it and I taught myself how to make a bow tie and well, this isn't creepy at all.”

Kurt remembered that day. He loved that shirt and he was so sad when he threw it away. He wanted to get it back, but when he went back the next day, it was gone.

Now he knew what happened to it.

And he wasn't disappointed.

“Too much?” Blaine shuffled his left foot.

“Nah, just perfect,” Kurt said softly and wrapped his arms around Blaine, “But dinner starts in a few minutes and we have to go all the way back to the Great Hall.”

“After you,” Blaine gestured to the door and Kurt laughed. He looked behind one more time and he almost shat himself when he saw what the stone had disappeared.

‘I need the perfect place for Kurt' and yeah, this room definitely succeeded.

“Did you get your man?” Quinn asked with her trunk still in her hand.

“Y'know, a simple ‘Hello' or ‘I am back' would've been enough,” Kurt looked up from Catching Fire. “Or a formal ‘Hello, Kurt, how have you been? It's good to see you. I love you' or I don't know.”

“Yeah, yeah. I love you, did you get your man?” she dropped her trunk on the floor with a loud BAM and fell next to Kurt on the couch.

“I mean, we all know that something happened,” she continued and she put her arm around Kurt.

Kurt pushed his face in his book and blushed. “We, uh, don't know. We kissed and that was, uh-” “HOLD DA FUCK UP!” Quinn screeched and jumped off the couch, “ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS NOW?” A lot of people stared at her.

“Y'know, Quinny, we really need to work on your outbursts. You're scaring the freshmen,” Kurt sighed, “Again. And you're a freaking prefect.”

“PREFECT OR NOT, I NEED THE DETAILS AS SOON AS POSSIBLE!”

Kurt rolled his eyes and put his book away. “Leave your trunk in your room and meet me in the MaF room in a few minutes.”

“… and then he fell and, there!” Kurt pointed to the exact spot, “And then we kissed and confessed out love for each other blah blah. He made his bow tie from my t-shirt and Bas was just a filler and I guess we're dating now. Questions?”

“And you both tripped over a stone?” Quinn looked amused.

“Yes, but the weirdest part is that the stone disappeared after we kissed, like it was the Room trying to get us together. Instead of shouting ‘just kiss already' it made us trip and made me hurt my face.”

“Freaky,” Quinn said shortly.

Kurt eyed something around her neck. He smirked.

“So, what about you then?” he said smugly. “What do you mean?” Quinn asked and Kurt nodded to her new heart-shaped, silver necklace. Quinn's hand quickly covered it. “N-Nothing.”

Kurt shot her an ‘are-you-kidding-me' look, crossed his arms and cocked his hips to the right. “Don't be lying, gurl,” he said.

Quinn blushed deeply.

“Sam and I are a thing,” she whispered and Kurt's head snapped in her direction. “What?” he yelled, “You and Sam? What about ‘Cedes?”

“It, uh, it has been going on for a while, to be honest,” Quinn confessed, “And one moment, Sam told me he had confessed everything because he wanted to be with me. And not secretly.”

“Quinn, I cannot believe it,” Kurt sighed softly.

Quinn looked guilty. “It kinda happened.”

Kurt stared at Quinn, at his best friend. She looked beautiful in her flower dress, but Kurt looked through it. Did she, from all people, encouraged someone to cheat?

And Sam, from all people?

Mercedes was her friend!

“I need some time to think,” Kurt said, “Please leave.” “Kurt…” “No, please go fangirling about me and Blaine somewhere. But not here.”

Quinn left without looking back.

Kurt made up his mind later that day. He wasn't happy with it, but he didn't know the full story from all three sides, so he sorta forgave her.

But it still took Quinn two weeks to talk to him.

Kurt was with Blaine in the MaF room, watching more Disney movies (and kissing. HALLELUJAH) when she walked in.

“Am I disturbing someone?” she asked, hand covering her eyes.

“Q, we were in the middle of Lion King 2!” Kurt exclaimed, pretending to be disturbed. Blaine looked over to him and Kurt nodded. Regretfully.

Blaine sighed deeply. He wasn't planning on this, but he still did it. “Quinny, wanna join us?” he asked and patted the spot on the floor next to him, “And yes, it's safe to look.”

“Wait, you want me to?” she asked directly to Kurt. Kurt shrugged. “Yeah, I've been waiting for you for two weeks now. What took you so long?”

“Wait, what,” Quinn stopped mid-step, “But I- I thought you were mad at me!”

Blaine stood up. “Uh, I'm going to the kitchen. Maybe the house elves have some more- byeeeeee!” And he ran away.

“I'm giving up quality time with Blaine so this better be good,” Kurt said, “Now sit down, Q, you're making me nervous.”

“I. Thought. You. Were. Mad. At. Me. You. Fucking. Cunt.”

Kurt whistled. “My, my, Quinn Fabray is cursing.

“I've spent two hours writing an apology letter, but then I realized it was shit so I came here myself and now you tell me you're not mad!”

“Quinny, sit down,” Kurt said as politely as possible and he gestured to Blaine's now empty bean-bag. Quinn sighed and let herself fall in the bean-bag.

“Does Blaine know?” is the first thing she asked, “Did you tell him how we got together?” Kurt shook his head, because he didn't tell him. “He already knew from Sam and Mercedes,” he answered. Quinn rested her head in her hands. “This is so fucked up.”

“Yeah, it is.”

“You're not helping,” Quinn said half-laughing, “And I thought I was finally happy, but no my supposed to be best friends smacked me down with making me think he was mad at me.”

“I was never mad at you,” Kurt said absently, still facing the screen with the Lion King 2 paused.

“Yeah, I know now,” Quinn sounded bitter, “You could've told me or something.”

“That wasn't my plan,” Kurt finally faced Quinn, “I know myself. I always run back to everyone to apologize. To you, to Rachel after our fight about reindeer sweaters, to Finn after we found out our parents were dating… to everyone. I wanted to see how long it would take someone to go to me first. Two weeks, apparently.”

He had a point and Quinn looked extremely guilty.

“So we're okay?” she asked.

“Q, you were my first real friend. We're us. So of course, we're okay,” Kurt leaned over to hug her.

The door banged open and Blaine stood there.

“Winky shooed me out of the kitchen and hey I see you made up?” Kurt looked over Quinn's shoulder and nodded.

“Good,” Blaine smiled, “Quinn, be gone! Kurt and I have things to do!”

Love is patient. Love is kind.

Blaine probably learned that the hard way. Yeah, maybe he was a year younger than Kurt, but he was so much more confident about everything.

Kurt, on the other hand, wasn't.

Every touch was already too much. He wasn't ‘just in the early stage of a relationship', hell no, he was still in baby penguin stage for his life.

Most guys grew out of it at their thirteenth. And here he was, almost sixteen, and still in that damn stage.

But Blaine was patient. Blaine was kind.

Especially when all the O.W.Ls started and Kurt spent most of his time studying in the library. He was always there for him.

It made Kurt feel safe and warm and loved.

At the end of the year, they were strong.

Kurt had passed most of his O.W.Ls with an A or E. He even got an O on Muggle Studies, but he was the biggest Muggleborn in school.

He did fail Herbology with a P andHistory of Magic with a D.

And Blaine was with him the whole time. He had started preparing his O.W.Ls too.

One day, they decided to take a bath in the prefect's bathroom together but they were still wearing underwear. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

It started with a normal foam fight and a lot of laughter, but it ended with a deep conversation. There were probably some kisses too. I hope so.

“What are you going to do after graduation?” Blaine asked with Kurt snuggled against his chest.

Kurt never really thought about that.

“I… uh. Never really thought of it, to be honest,” Kurt shrugged, “What about you?”

“My parents wanted me to work at the Ministry, or something, but I don't want that. Maybe the Department of Magical Law Enforcement and then the Misuse of Muggle Artefacts Office of something, but still no.”

“Then, what do you want?”

“Music of Quidditch,” Blaine answered, “I like the New Directions and singing on stage is my dream, but Quidditch is so wonderful. The adrenaline you feel while flying is absolutely fantastic.”

“Defying Gravity,” Kurt laughed, not noticing Blaine's confused expression.

“What?” he asked. Sometimes, Kurt forgot that Blaine was pureblood. He knew much about the Muggle world, thanks to the MaF, but he didn't know everything.

“Defying Gravity. Flying sounds so stupid, so I changed it to defying gravity. It's from the musical called Wicked. In this one song, Defying Gravity, this character called Elphaba flies.”

Blaine's eyes almost popped out. “She flies?” he asked in disbelief.

“Well, not really flying, it's all stage stuff,” Kurt explained, “I don't remember much, but it was absolutely breath-taking.”

“Like you?” Blaine asked sweetly and Kurt threw more foam too him. “Look who's cheesy,” he laughed.

“Hmm… sing it to me,” Blaine whispered softly, eyes closed. He looked relaxed.

“Sing what?” Kurt asked.

“Defy the Gravity, or what was it called?” Blaine mumbled. He also looked sleepy. “But it's way too long,” Kurt answered. “Then sing your favourite part,” Blaine lay back, “I'll wait.”

“I guess I'll sing the shorter version. Without the Glinda and dialogue and that.” Blaine hummed in agreement.

Kurt cleared his throat.

Something has changed within me
Something is not the same
Im through with playing by the rules
Of someone elses game
Too late for second-guessing
Too late to go back to sleep
Its time to trust my instincts
Close my eyes and leap!

He smiled to himself. He imagined the lights dimming around him. It was time to fly.

Its time to try
Defying gravity
I think Ill try
Defying gravity
And you cant pull me down!

The stood up. It was cold because Kurt was soaked, but he didn't care.

Im through accepting limits
cause someone says theyre so
Some things I cannot change
But till I try, Ill never know!
Too long Ive been afraid of
Losing love I guess Ive lost
Well, if thats love
It comes at much too high a cost!

Id sooner buy
Defying gravity
Kiss me goodbye
Im defying gravity
And you cant pull me down:

He sat again and moved closer to Blaine. Blaine opened his eyes and Kurt held his hands.

Unlimited
Together were unlimited
Together well be the greatest team
Theres ever been
Blainey-

Kurt grinned to himself

Dreams, the way we planned em 
If we work in tandem: 
Theres no fight we cannot win

Just you and I
Defying gravity
With you and I
Defying gravity

He let go and stood up again. He closed his eyes and he tried to recite the scene. He remembered the beautiful blue lights and Elphaba's strong voice. He raised his arms and it felt like he was flying.

So if you care to find me
Look to the western sky!
As someone told me lately:
"Evryone deserves the chance to fly!"
And if Im flying solo
At least Im flying free
To those whod ground me
Take a message back from me

Tell them how I am
Defying gravity
Im flying high
Defying gravity
And soon Ill match them in renown!
And nobody in all of Oz
No Wizard that there is or was
Is ever gonna bring me down!

He hit the high F flawlessly.

Bring me down! 

Ahhh! 

“You sound like an angel, you know that, right?” Blaine mumbled, who had closed his eyes again, “Have you ever thought about singing that song on stage?”

“It's sung by a girl, Blaine.”

“Don't care. But have you?”

Kurt did. After he went for the first time, he knew he wanted to sing and dance. But then he found out he was a wizard and a thousand new possibilities opened.

There's also a sort of musical place in the wizarding world, like Broadway. It only was in London. Here was a secret entrance to that place in the Apollo Victoria theatre. But London was so far away. Kurt loved England, but his dream was New York from the beginning.

And if it wasn't Broadway, it was fashion.

“London or New York?” he accidently said.

“Excuse me?” Blaine asked, “That's not the answer to my question, doofus.” “But it leads to more questions. Broadway or fashion? Muggle or wizarding world?”

Blaine's eyes snapped open. “What?”

“Fashion, whatever. I can go to New York and London, but acting… If I go to London, I'll basically stay in the wizarding world, but I want to go to New York. I mean, I can live with Muggles. I am a Muggleborn. Sometimes I feel more Muggle than wizard.”

He looked off and smiled to the mermaid who was watching them with a big smile.

When he turned back, he was Blaine sitting there in the almost cold water. His eyes were wide open. “Are you going back?” he asked fearfully.

“Don't you want me to?” Kurt asked.

Blaine shrugged. “We should get out,” he suggested, “It's getting a little cold here and we both left our wands in our common rooms.” And yup, Blaine was completely ignoring the subject.

“Blaine…”

“I'm not going to do that weird ‘let us all fart in bath to warm it up' thing, because that's just gross,” he stepped out of the huge tub and grabbed a towel. Or, he tried to. “Wait, did you have the blue one or the black one?”

“Blaine…” Kurt tried again. He stepped out too.

“Oh, yeah, I had the black one,” he threw the blue towel to Kurt.

“Blaine…”

“So, I'm just going to that corner there and-” He was still avoiding the subject and it annoyed Kurt. But Kurt couldn't help but wonder why he did that.

“BLAINE DEVON ANDERSON! YOU TALK TO ME RIGHT NOW!” Blaine final-fucking-ly turned around and Kurt noticed his flat triangles right away.

“Don't you want me to?” Kurt asked again and Blaine looked even sadder. Blaine sat down on a bench – who the heck places a bench in a bathroom? – and folded his hands.

“Wait, can we first put our clothes on before I get, uh, distracted?” Blaine's cheeks flushed red and Kurt almost banged his head against the wall.

They quickly change into their everyday clothes and Kurt took a seat next to the bench – no really, who decorated this place?

He quickly grabbed Blaine's hand. “B, look at me,” Kurt demanded and Blaine did. His triangles were still flat and his eyes were so dark.

“What is bothering you?”

“Look, Kurt,” and he shifted in his seat. Kurt had a bad feeling about this. “I am pureblood and you're the biggest Muggleborn in the wizarding world and you know that. And there's nothing wrong with that. I completely understand you want to go back to your roots and all, but I'm afraid I'll lose you if you do and then I know that we're young and we're just, like American Muggles say, ‘high school sweethearts' so we- you know.”

“Don't say that.”

“But I really- I am so bad at this,” Blaine closed his eyes and took a way too deep breath, “Long story short: I will support every decision you make, but this is such a big one. I might be in the MaF, but I doubt I'll ever be a Muggle or I don't know.”

“Oh Blaine…” he smiled and looked Blaine in the eyes. They were still dark, but still amber, honey, gold and hazel.

“Come here you,” he pulled Blaine in for a hug. He wrapped his arms around Blaine and whispered in his ear. “Who says you have to be a Muggle in order to live in the Muggle world, you idiot?”

“But I-” “If we do stay together for the rest of our lives and we move to New York – only if you want that too, of course – to live among the Muggles, you'll still be a pureblood. Sure, you'll have a hard time adapting to the Muggle world, but I had to adapt to the wizarding world too.

“Plus, if I go to New York, I'll still be a wizard, uh? I'll probably use my wand to clean dishes and cut fabrics blah blah.  I'm not giving that privilege up. Do you know how hard it is to design a normal, simple t-shirt?”

“So, no ‘you will never fit in you-', eh what was it called? Oh yeah. ‘- noob!' feelings?” Blaine looked hopeful.

“Of course not, you dumbo,” Kurt leaned closer to kiss him. Then, the door banged open.

“Please, do that somewhere else,” Santana said coldly and walked into the bathroom, “I need a bath and I don't want to witness the two of you fucking around.”

“S-Santana! This is the boys prefects' bathroom!” Kurt yelped. Blaine gulped.

“Wow, look how many flying fucks I don't give,” Santana sneered in typical American Muggle slang and holy sweet Sugar, she started undressing, “Quinn is hogging the girls bathroom and I really don't want to see her naked so I came here.”

“Well y'know San, sorry to disappoint you, but we don't want to see you naked,” Blaine commented.

“Be gone then,” she waved with her hands, “Shoo, shoo. Go make out somewhere else. I need my time.”

Kurt quickly gathered his stuff and took Blaine by his hand. If there was one thing he had learned over the past five years, it was ‘don't make Santana angry. She'll kill you.'