"Why him?" A voice asked.

Kurt spun around quickly, his wand now pointing in the face of one David Karofsky. Karofsky let go of Kurt's arm, but Kurt didn't lower his wand.

"What do you want with me?" Kurt asked, swallowing any fear he had.

"Why are you dating him?" Karofsky asked as he got in Kurt's face after pushing the wand that was pointing at him out of the way.

"What's it to you?"

"What makes him so special? Why can't you date me? What makes him better than me?"

Kurt widened his eyes. Karofsky was gay? He couldn't believe it. "Why would I date you? You're nothing but a bully!" Kurt told the bigger boy.

"I could be so much better for you. I'm a Slytherin. I'm a pureblood. I'm respected. But no, you're dating a mudblood Gryffindor."

Kurt slapped Karofsky's cheek hard enough to make him stumble backwards slightly. "Don't you dare call Blaine that!" Kurt practically screamed. "So what if he's not a pureblood? So what if he's in Gryffindor? At least he doesn't bully me! At least he cares about me and respects me! You on the other hand, you just want a pretty little Slytherin on your arm to continue you stupid pureblood line!"

"Please, I'm sorry I called you those names," Karofsky said quietly, like he was really sorry.

Kurt sighed. "I'm sorry, but I can't forgive. Kar-David, I'm not interested in you like that. I would be happy to be friends with you, but you need to change your attitude. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm late for class." Kurt pocketed his wand, grabbed his bag, and left the classroom quickly, not looking back at Karofsky.

A couple minutes later, Kurt was entering McGonagall's classroom. "I'm so sorry for my tardiness, professor," he said to the stern witch how was giving him a glare.

"Very well, Mr. Hummel, I won't take points away from Slytherin this time, but make sure it doesn't happen again," she simply said before returning to her lesson.

Kurt slipped into his seat next to Blaine, who was giving him a worried look. Kurt pulled out his book and notebook and got caught up on the lesson. It was only a minute later when Blaine slipped Kurt a folded piece of parchment. Kurt took it, looked up at McGonagall to find her talking with Sebastian about his homework assignment, and then opened the note.

Where were you? You didn't show up at breakfast and you were late for class. You're never late…

Kurt frowned. He didn't know how to tell Blaine about what happened. He couldn't lie to Blaine either. Got held up by Karofsky, Kurt wrote before slipping the note back to Blaine. Out of the corner of his eye, Kurt could see Blaine stiffen as he read the note. He heard the scratching of Blaine's quill against the parchment and then found the note in front of him again.

Are you okay? Did he hurt you? What did he do?

Kurt sighed and answered. He didn't hurt me, just surprised me really. Then he gave the message back to Blaine. Blaine slipped it under his book just as McGonagall came over to them.

"Not passing notes again are we?" She asked as she looked between the two boys.

"No, ma'am," Blaine said with a smile. "Kurt was just proof reading my essay."

McGonagall straightened her square spectacles. "Well then, I expect no errors in your essay, Mr. Anderson," she added before walking back to her desk at the front of the room.

Blaine looked at Kurt once McGonagall's back was turned. "Tell me after?" He whispered.

Kurt nodded and turned back to his work. If he told Blaine what happened, Blaine would want to go after Karofsky and confront him. That was something that Kurt did not want to happen. Kurt pushed the issue out of his mind and got to work on his essay.

"You are dismissed. Please be sure to hand in your essay next class. I want a minimum of 10 inches on human transfiguration," McGonagall said to the class as they began to leave.

Blaine pulled Kurt aside once they were out of the classroom. "So tell me," he said.

Kurt looked over his shoulder to see Santana waiting for him. "Go on without me," he said to her. "I'll see you later."

Santana sighed, but quickly put on a smile when she saw Brittany coming out of the classroom. "See you later, Hummel," she called out as she walked away with the Hufflepuff.

Kurt turned back to Blaine. "I told you it was nothing. He just wanted to talk."

"About what?" Blaine asked. "There's something you're not telling me."

Kurt bit his lip. "He…he wanted to know why I was dating you and not him."

"Wait, what?"

"That's was my reaction. He grabbed me, pulled me into a classroom and asked why I'm not dating him. He then went on to tell me why dating him would be better than dating you."

"Oh."

"I set him straight though. I told him I would never date him. I would rather date the Gryffindor who cares about me and respects me," Kurt said with a little smile. He gave Blaine a chaste kiss. "It's nothing to worry about."

Blaine sighed. "Kurt…I don't think he's just going to stop. I mean…what if he's like Sebastian? What if he keeps coming after you until you give in and get with him?"

"Hey, hey, that's not going to happen," Kurt said, cupping Blaine's cheek. "I promise. And I know you won't let that happen with Sebastian."

Blaine smiled and leaned into Kurt's touch. "Maybe I should talk to him though."

"Please don't," Kurt said softly. "I can handle it, plus, I don't want to cause more trouble. Just trust me on this, okay?"

Blaine nodded reluctantly. "But if he bothers you or anything, please tell me?"

"I will," Kurt promised. "Now, lets go eat."

X-X-X-X

The week had finally ended without any other incidents occurring. Karofsky kept his distance with Kurt, but still glared at him and Blaine. Sebastian was relatively tame, mostly because he was pursuing a seventh year Ravenclaw as well. Santana was spending more and more time with Brittany. Kurt knew it was only a matter of time before Santana told him they were dating. Saturday marked the first quidditch match of the year. Kurt had promised Blaine that he was not going to go easy on him. They promised they were not going to let their relationship get in the way of helping their team win.

Kurt, dressed in green and silver quidditch robes, paced the locker room anxiously. It was his first ever match. He was nervous and felt like he was going to be sick. Above him, he could hear the footsteps of students climbing into the stands, and slowly, the noise from in the stadium began to grow.

"Don't sweat, you'll do just fine," Sebastian reassured as he walked over to Kurt. "You've been doing great in practice."

"Well that's just practice," Kurt snapped, letting his nerves get the better of him. "There weren't hundreds of people watching and a boyfriend to compete against."

Sebastian snorted. "If you just fucked him and dumped him you wouldn't be having this problem. Now come on, it's time to go to the field."

"Just ignore him," Santana said softly as she watched Sebastian lead the team out of the locker room. "You're going to do great. But Hummel, try not to let your hobbit win." She smirked and left the locker room with her fellow Chasers.

Kurt followed after them but was shoved out of the way. He looked up to see Karofsky glaring at him. "If you were dating me, you wouldn't need to worry about competing against Anderson. We might actually have a chance of winning then," he grunted before stepping onto the field.

With a sigh, Kurt brought up the rear and took his position on the field. The Gryffindor team was in front of them, waiting for Coach Sue Sylvester, the new quidditch referee and flying instructor that replaced Madam Hooch after she retired the year before. Kurt caught Blaine's eye and gave him a single nod. Blaine returned it and turned his attention to the women coming onto the field.

"Listen up," the women dressed in a black and white muggle tracksuit yelled as she held her wand to her throat, causing her voice to be amplified for the whole stadium to hear. "If you cheat, your team forfeits the match. Keep it clean. I can't stand sore losers who decide to knock others to the ground simply because their team is losing. Captains, shake hands!"

Blaine and Sebastian stepped forward and shook each other's hands, but by the looks of it, they were trying to crush the other's hand.

"Players, mount your brooms."

All fourteen students mounted their brooms as Coach Sylvester released the bludgers and snitch.

"The bludgers and the snitch have been released," came the voice of Jacob Ben Israel, the school quidditch commentator and gossip columnist for the student run, monthly Hogwarts newsletter. "This is bound to be an easy match. Slytherin's track record has been the worst in Hogwarts history. It's bound to be even worse this year seeing as Slytherin seeker, Kurt Hummel, is dating Gryffindor seeker, Blaine Anderson."

"Israel, you are commentating on the match, not the relationships of the players!" Came McGonagall's voice.

"Sorry Professor! Oh look, Coach Sylvester is about to release the quaffle!"

"I want to see you fight to the death," she sneered before throwing the quaffle high in the air. The players all took off and the game began.

"Gryffindor chaser Finn Hudson takes possession of the quaffle first," Israel announced.

From high above the pitch, Kurt observed the game while looking for the snitch. Within the first five minutes, Gryffindor scored. The Slytherin keeper, Emmett Paige nearly fell from his broom trying to block the goal.

"Get your head in the game Paige," Kurt heard Sebastian bark at the fourth year. Kurt saw Blaine flying near him, searching for the snitch as well. Kurt smirked at Blaine and continued to fly around the pitch. Twenty minutes into the game the score was fifty to ten Gryffindor. Kurt knew that if he didn't find the snitch soon, Slytherin would lose with or without it.

"Remind me to drill Paige's ass next practice," Sebastian yelled to Kurt as he flew passed him causing Kurt to roll his eyes.

"What's this? Has Blaine Anderson spotted the snitch?" Came Israel's voice.

Kurt's eyes immediately went to his boyfriend. Sure enough, Blaine was zooming in a random path, chasing after a flint of gold. Kurt dived and joined the chase.

"About time you joined the party," Blaine yelled as Kurt caught up to him, not taking his eyes off the snitch flying in front of him.

"Shut up, Blaine!" Kurt yelled back as he lowered himself on his broom, allowing him to speed up ahead of Blaine.

"Oh no you don't!" Blaine shouted, trying to catch up with Blaine.

Almost there, Kurt thought as he stretched out his arm. Blaine was not right up against him, his arm reaching for the snitch as well.

"UGH!"

Just as Kurt's fingers wrapped around the snitch Blaine was hit with a bludger, knocking him off his broom and sending him twenty feet to the ground below. With the snitch beating it's wings in his hands, Kurt looked down to see Blaine unconscious. He immediately landed, ignoring the shouts of his fellow Slytherins celebrating their win. Kurt ran over to Blaine just as Madam Pomfrey came over.

"Oh god! Is he okay?" Kurt asked as the medi-witch began to check for vitals.

"He'll be alright. He'll probably have a concussion, possibly scarring from that cut on his forehead, and by the looks of his arm, a few broken bones. I'll know more when I get him to the castle," Madam Pomfrey said as she conjured a stretcher. With the help of her assistants, they put Blaine on the stretch and took him back up to the castle with the Gryffindor team following after them. Kurt tried to follow, but was held back by his own team.

"Come celebrate with us!" Sebastian said happily. "Karofsky got us Firewhiskey!"

Kurt turned to the beater. "It was you, wasn't it?" He asked glaring.

"Oops," Karofsky shrugged. "Nothing in the rules about knocking another player off his broom with a bludger."

Kurt growled. "Screw you!" He shouted before storming off to the castle. He made his way to the Hospital Wing. He found the Gryffindor team surrounding a bed at the very end of the wing. Kurt walked over to them, earning some glares from a couple of the team members.

"Guys, it's okay," Finn told them. "Kurt's an honorary Gryffindor."

"Thanks, Finn. How is he?" Kurt asked, looking down as his boyfriend.

"Concussion, a gash on his forehead from hitting a rock on the pitch, and a broken arm. Madam Pomfrey healed the gash and his arm. She said he'll wake up soon then she'll give him a potion for the concussion. She said he'll need to stay the night," Finn informed Kurt.

Kurt nodded and breathed a sigh of relief. Blaine was going to be okay. "It was Karofsky."

"We know," Puck said. "Thad told us he saw him hit the bludger at Blaine. There's nothing we can do though. It's a perfectly legal move because technically, you didn't have the snitch yet.."

"This boy needs his rest," Madam Pomfrey fussed as she came over to him. "I'll need to ask you all to leave. You'll have your friend back in the morning."

"Madam Pomfrey, may I please stay? Just until he wakes up?" Kurt asked, no begged as the Gryffindor team left the wing. "He's my boyfriend….and I want to make sure he's okay."

Madam Pomfrey's face softened. "Alright, just until he wakes up, but then you'll have to leave."

Kurt nodded as he brought a chair next to Blaine's bed. He took Blaine's hand and waited. Kurt didn't wait long until he heard a groan and felt movement in Blaine's hand.

"Wha' happened?" Blaine moaned as he felt his head.

"You got hit with a bludger," Kurt said softly. "You fell off your broom, busted your head open, broke your arm, and got a concussion. Madam Pomfrey fixed you up, but you still need to take a potion for your concussion."

"So this is what falling off your broom feels like," Blaine groaned. "It sucks. I assume Slytherin won?"

"We did," Kurt answered. "I got the snitch right after you were hit. Karofsky hit you."

"That doesn't surprise me."

"Ah, Mr. Anderson, you're awake," Madam Pomfrey said as she came out of her office with a glass of blue liquid. "I'll need you to take his potion, and you will need to stay the night."

"Do I have to?" Blaine whined like a child, causing Kurt to laugh slightly.

"Yes," the witch replied sternly. "You took quite a tumble you know."

"So I heard," Blaine muttered as he took the potion. He swallowed it and made a face that clearly showed that the potion was rather foul tasting. He all but chucked the glass of water that was then offered to him.

"Now, Mr. Hummel, you will have to leave so Mr. Anderson can rest," Madam Pomfrey said gently.

Kurt nodded and stood. "See you tomorrow. Rest, okay?" Kurt said as he kissed Blaine's forehead.

"See you tomorrow, and yea, I'll rest," Blaine said softly.

Kurt smiled at him, squeezed his hand, and made his way to the Slytherin common room to join the celebration.