Kurt's fourth year started with a blast. Dumbledore announced another Triwizard Tournament and more importantly: the Yule Ball.

Everyone went crazy. Only one month in the school year and people already had dates. It was ridiculous.

Two months passed and Kurt was still living the single life. He did think about asking someone (*cough*Blaine*cough*) but he thought it was the best not to take any risks. Or something.

Quinn on the other hand, didn't live that life anymore.

“… asked me and I still can't believe it and, Kurt! You're not listening!” Quinn hit him with her potions text book. They were sunbathing on the paved courtyard with Quinn's cat, Charlie, snuggled against her chest.

“Huh, what, no I mean, yes. He asked you. What's next?”

Quinn followed Kurt's gaze and grinned. “Ooooh Kurtsie,” she cooed. “Oh shut up you,” Kurt tried to push her away, “I am busy.” 

“Yes, with drooling over your favourite ‘Puff, again,” she rolled her deep blue eyes.

“Stop calling him that. You promised!” “Not to his face, no,” Quinn smirked and she dodged Kurt's hand that was flying towards her.

“Good, good, so Noah asked you?” Kurt said, “Didn't you have a bad to Sam?” Quinn sat up – Charlie glared at her - and crossed her legs. “Nah, I'm over him. He's going with ‘Cedes anyway,” she sighed and Kurt rubbed her back.

“But we were talking about you and Blainey,” Quinn said and Kurt ducked. “If I were you, I'd ask him right away. I mean, another hot gay wizard. It's fate.” “Quinn, I-” “Or do you want to be asked?” Quinn continued, “I mean, maybe ‘Cedes and I can arrange something. Also, it's November. One month left, honey.”

“Quinny, please no,” he whined.

“Nah-ah, I don't want to hear another lame excuse. You ask him this week or I'll make him ask you,” she gathered all her stuff and stood up, “I am going to the library now, leaving you. This could be your moment.”

She skipped off and Kurt also stood up. He took a deep breath. He can do this.

But then he became aware of his surroundings. It was too crowed and that wasn't one of his ‘lame excuses', right?

He slowly backed away. Another time, he thought.

So at the end of the week, he saw his chance.

And he let it go.

Blaine and Sam were standing in the Entrance Hall and it was quite empty. Blaine was saying his goodbyes to Sam. Sam walked away.

Kurt gathered all his courage and stepped forward.

But then out of nowhere, a Slytherin tapped on Blaine's shoulder. Kurt quickly hid behind the stairs. “Is it true?” the guy said and judging by his accent, he was American, “An actual gay wizard?” Blaine nodded proudly.

“Good, so I'm not alone,” the guy smiled and Blaine stared at him in awe. “Y-you?” “Yes, another American gay wizard. I am Sebastian Smythe, by the way.” Kurt cringed when Blaine shook his hand. “Pleasure,” he said, “If you're American, why aren't you in the MaF's New Directions?”

Sebastian sighed. “Pureblood,” he answered.

“I am pureblood too,” Blaine quickly said, “But it's really fun.” Luckily, Sebastian looked annoyed. “Yes, I know. But I think that we have to keep the wizard blood for ourselves. Don't have to talk to Muggles,” he spat.

Blaine was thrown off guard by that. “Well, if that's what you believe.” He smiled again.

“Anyway,” Sebastian had a crooked smile and Kurt didn't like it at all, “Only other gay wizard, uh?” “Well, I assume there are more gay wizards here, but just… still in the closet, I guess.”

“I know,” Sebastian said excitedly, “That's why we have to make a statement, right?” Blaine looked puzzled. “Statement?” he asked.

“Oh, little oblivious Blaine,” he smiled, “Do I have to spell it for you?” Blaine was still confused.

“Okay,” Sebastian sighed, “Blaine Anderson, would you like to go to the Yule Ball with me?”

Kurt's blood went cold.

It went even colder when Blaine said yes. And he was really excited about it.

Kurt didn't hesitate. He ran away without thinking. His head was spinning and it felt like he was about to throw up. 

He didn't know how, but he successfully made his way to the Ravenclaw common room and he answered the question flawlessly. 

Luckily, Quinn was sitting in the common room. She was studying for Divination.

She looked up. “Oh, did you ask him? Did he say yes?” she peeped excitedly, “How did you did it? What did you say? You look red. Did you kiss and-” “Are you done?” an agonized Kurt cut her off, “I didn't ask him.” There was a small pause. She was probably processing the information Kurt just gave her.

Then, she exploded. 

“What do you mean, you didn't ask him?” she yelled and house mates turned around and stared at her. But Quinn continued. “Kurt Hummel, we had a freaking deal, remember? ” Kurt held his hands up defensively. “Jeez, Quinny, lemme talk for a moment before you go all nuclear on me!”

Quinn inhaled sharply and luckily for Kurt, she calmed down. “Okay,” she said and she studied her fingernails, “I'm listening.”

Kurt let himself fall next to her. He had always loved the beautiful blue couches in the common room.

He sighed.

“I was too late. I saw him standing there, looking damn fine and it was the perfect moment,” Kurt winced, “And then, out of nowhere… he arrived. Right in front of me.”

“Who?” Quinn asked curiously and just that moment, the door slammed open and a very happy looking Blaine entered the Ravenclaw common room. 

“Hey everyone. I have awesome news,” he said and he also takes a seat, on Quinn's other side.

“Blaine, what- huh?” Quinn looked from the door to Blaine and back to the door. “How- what?” she stumbled over her words. 

Blaine shrugged. “Ah, Kurt gave me the answer a few weeks ago. I told him our rhythm too, but like I was saying: I have awesome news.”

“Do tell,” Kurt smiled the fakest fake smile ever. 

“Someone just asked me to the Yule Bal,” Blaine was basically jumping in his seat from excitement.

“R-Really?” Quinn muttered, eyeing Kurt who nodded sadly.

“And guess what… it was a boy.”

Quinn looked genuinely surprised. “You mean another gay kid?” she eyed Kurt again. Blaine nodded enthusiastically. Quinn forced herself to smile. “How… wonderful, ” she said.

“I know, right?” Blaine continued and Kurt swore to a God he didn't believe in, he was about to kill someone. “Sebastian, that's his name, and I are trying to make a statement. Maybe if we show others that we're just ordinary kids, they will open up.”

“Clever,” Quinn said coldly. Blaine nodded. “Anyway, better get going. I only wanted to pop by to tell Kurt and well, turned out the two of you were together, but byeeeeee!” He waved enthusiastically. 

He left.

“Oh my god,” Quinn whispered. Kurt swallowed. Oh my god indeed. 

The day of the actual Yule Ball, Santana grabbed him by his sleeve and dragged him to a quiet corner. 

“Santana, what the-” “Shhhh, Hummel,” she looked around, “I heard that you're the most pathetic guy in school.” Kurt tried to object. 

“So I am here to offer my services, ” Santana announced and Kurt quickly closed his mouth. 

“I know it sounds weird, but you're gay so shut up and listen to me.” “I- I am not gay,” Kurt sputtered. 

“Hummel, please,” she shoot him an ‘are-you-fucking-kidding-me' glance and rolled her eyes, “It's so fucking obvious. You've been making eyes to the ‘Puff since the beginning.”

“I-” “No worries. Me too.”

Wait, what.

Santana must've seen him looking at her like she was a crazy new creature because she hit him over the back of his head.

“Yes, I play with you on the other team and I need a beard.”

“Uh, excuse me?” Kurt spat, “Me?” 

Santana patted him on the shoulder. “I see you at four,” she smiled too innocently and rushed away.

The Yule Ball was quite boring. Santana, who looked fabulous in her dark red dress, couldn't stop staring at Brittany, who was sitting next to Artie and Brittany couldn't stop staring at Santana.

Artie and Brittany, Santana and Kurt and also Blaine and Sebastian were the only couples off the dance floor.

Others danced like crazy. Quinn laughed when Puck started doing his ‘moves,' Sugar and Rory slow danced, Finn spun Rachel around and so on.

Kurt, Santana, Brittany and Artie simply sat down and Blaine and Sebastian were nowhere to be seen.

“I- eh, I'll get you something to drink?” Kurt tried and Santana nodded. “Yes, do that.”

And then, Blaine and Sebastian arrived.

Kurt didn't give a shit about Sebastian, but Merlin's beard (no beard joke pun intended), ‘normal' Blaine was handsome, but this Blaine was fine as hell.

He wore a black Muggle tux with his yellow and black Hufflepuff bow tie. His hair was gelled, which was nothing new, but it was in a totally different way.

God, he was so handsome.

The thirteen year old grinned softly when he saw Kurt staring. Blaine and Sebastian started dancing and Kurt remembered what he was doing.

Santana, drinks, oh yeah.

He got her some punch. “Thanks, Porcelain Skin,” she said when Kurt handed her the punch. She couldn't take her eyes off the two dancing boys. More people stopped dancing and stared in awe.

“Yes, they are gay,” Kurt simply said.

“I figured.”

The next thing Kurt knew is that Santana sprinted across the room, kissed Brittany's face and dragged her away.

Artie was in shock.

He spent the rest of the night bitter and alone.

That's Kurt Elizabeth Hummel's prom story. Amen.

The next day, Brittany and Santana and also Blaine and Sebastian were big news. Even though he was really happy for Britt and San, he couldn't stand the news.

Turned out that Blaine and Sebastian's theory worked. More students opened up and suddenly everyone knew about Dumbledore. Turned out that wasn't a secret at all.

“Maybe this is your time,” Quinn had told him, but Kurt had firmly shaken his head. “Not here, not now. Need to do someone else first.”

Another sad thing was that Kurt had lost Blaine. It wasn't the same as Quinn losing Kurt because Kurt really lost his ‘bestie' to Sebastian.

They were dating and the Quibbler picked them as most famous Hogwarts couple. Kurt hated it. Blaine was always with Sebastian and when he did have time for Kurt (and Quinn) it was always ‘Bas this' and ‘Bas that.'

They even went to the Second Task together. Kurt remembered Blaine saying ‘I would never participate something like this. It's horrible. I refuse to even watch it' at the beginning of the year.

Well, now he went with ‘Bas.'

It was March when Puck broke Quinn's heart. “H-He s-s-said he didn't li-li-like my wh-wh-whining.” Kurt bit his lip and looked over to Mercedes, who nodded.

“God, Quinny, look at me,” Kurt knelt next to her, “You're absolutely amazing. He's a fool for letting you go.”

“Yes, Q,” Mercedes also knelt next to her, “He's just another stupid guy. You deserve so much better.”

“Let's get you up,” Kurt suggested, because they were attracting a crowd, “Let's go to Hagrid. We haven't visited him in weeks and there will be a MaF meeting later today.”

He and Mercedes didn't wait for her answer. They dragged her to Hagrid.

They stumbled inside and Hagrid quickly made some Muggle tea. “Yer friends'r right, Quinny,” he said, “I like Puckerman, he always helped meh with ther trees for Chris'mas, but I herd he's an bastard.”

“He is, yeah,” Kurt agreed.

“Oh, ‘Cedes,” Hagrid turned to Mercedes, “I also herd about yer love for Sam.” Wrong move. Quinn started bawling again. Kurt flew out of his seat and shot Hagrid a dirty look. “I am so stuuuupid!” Quinn cried out.

“Y'know, Hagrid, it was nice seeing you, but we should go,” Mercedes started pushing Quinn out of the room, “Till next time!”

Kurt nodded way too quickly and followed them outside.

They made their way through several hallways and rushed to the basements. Standing in front of the Hufflepuff common room's entrance, Mercedes tapped the barrel and the door flew open.

“Hey, ‘Cedes,” they heard after Mercedes got out of the passageway. Kurt crawled after her. Sam was standing in the common room. “And- oh. Hey Kurt, hey Quinn. Sorry, Blainers just left. He is with Bas at the Slytherin common room.”

Kurt looked annoyed. “Of course,” he sighed.

“Wow, what happened to-” “Don't!” Mercedes stopped Sam, “Too soon.” Sam scratched his forehead. “Oh, well… okay. Anyway, I'll leave you guys now. I am going to the kitchen. Maybe the house elves have some more left overs.” He blew an air kiss to Mercedes and left.

“So, he's off too,” Mercedes said, “Let's hang around here and wait till MaF, okay?”

Three hours later, they made their way to the Room of Requirement. “There you are!” Rachel exclaimed, “Finn and I have been waiting here for ages. You're late!”

“No, you're early,” Kurt told her and he walked up and down three times. The door appeared and  other MaF students arrived too.

A few minutes later, the room was crowded.

“Wait, where's Blaine?” Sugar asked, “We can't sing the newest Lady Gaga song without him! I think I should take over.” “Aw, hell to the no,” Mercedes said, “But she has a point. Where is Anderson?”

The New Directions all looked around. “No shit, Sherlock,” Kurt whispered.

He approached Blaine in the library the next day.

“We missed you,” Kurt took a seat next to him, “We were kind of wondering why you weren't there.” Blaine looked away.

“Blaine?” Kurt leaned closer, “What's wrong?”

“I was with Bas,” Blaine admitted, still avoiding Kurt's eyes, “I forgot. But then I wanted to go to the MaF, but he persuaded me to stay.”

“Persuaded?”

“Well, begged,” Blaine nodded to himself, “He begged me to stay. He didn't understand why I was in an all Muggle club.” “But it isn't an all Muggle group. It's Muggleborns and Friends.” And for a split second, Blaine laughed bitterly.

Kurt loved Blaine's laughs, but that one was kind of terrifying.

He placed his hand on Blaine's. Blaine shifted.

He just wanted to reach out for Blaine's hand. Just a friendly gesture. Nothing much, right?

“Blaine, look me in the eyes,” Kurt demanded and Blaine did. Their eyes locked and god, Blaine's eyes were as beautiful as ever.

“Blaine, as your friend, I'm worried about you.”

Blaine looked confused and also surprised.

“Are you sure you and Bas… you know.”

Kurt tried to approach the topic as gentle and politely as possible. Blaine shifted in his seat, again. And Kurt knew Blaine. He knew that he was uncomfortable. “I-”

Then, someone patted on Blaine's back. Sebastian captured Blaine's lips with a soft kiss. Kurt, who quickly let go Blaine's hand, looked away.

“Missed you,” Sebastian murmured.

“Missed you too?” And that was how it sounded. It was a question.

Kurt quickly got up. “I- I should go,” he said, “See you in MaF.”

Sebastian was not amused.

Blaine and Sebastian broke up at the end of Kurt's fourth year.

Kurt felt bad for being happy.

But then he heard Blaine's side of the story.

“I broke up with him. It was time. I'd been thinking about it for weeks and then Sebastian-” it was the first time in months that Kurt heard Blaine calling Sebastian ‘Sebastian' instead of ‘Seb' or ‘Bas. “-dropped the bomb.”

“Bomb?” Puck asked.

“Yeah, the one thing that helped me making my decision,” Blaine elaborated shortly, “He called everyone in the MaF a ‘mudblood' or a ‘blood traitor.' I slapped him in the face and walked away. Bye Sebastian.”

“Wait, I'm missing something,” Kurt interjected, “What's a mudblood?”

“You don't know?” Rachel asked disbelieved, “I am Muggleborn too and I know.” “Then enlighten me,” Kurt challenged and Rachel peeped.

“Some pureblood wizards and witches want all the wizards to be pure and sometimes halfblood. According to them, Muggleborns aren't real magical creatures. There have been two wars about it. The First Wizarding War and the Second Wizarding War.”

“It was He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named's reign. Twice,” Quinn added.

“Who?”

Quinn suddenly looked very uncomfortable. “Voldemort,” she finally whispered and shuddered.

“You can compare him and the Wizarding Wars to the First and Second World War in the Muggle world,” Tina added.

Kurt nodded.

“You really didn't know?” Finn asked, “I mean, I knew.” “And that means something,” Santana sneered.

Kurt shook his head.

“And you don't know about the infamous Harry Potter?” Lauren asked and almost fainted when Kurt shook his head.

“No, professor Binn is so boring. I felt asleep most of the time,” Kurt explained, “And I didn't find anything in A History of Magic.”

“That's because Bathilda Bagshot died before writing a newer and more recent version!” Quinn threw her hands up in the air, “I cannot believe this.”