"Always."

Blaine was eight years old when Harry and Ginny Potter adopted him into their family. He had no previous memory of his life before, not even as to how he ended up in the Potter house in the first place. His adoptive parents had explained that he had taken a hit to the head in the orphanage he had been living in, and that was the reason why he had no recollection of who he was before. Blaine only knew one thing about himself and that was his name. Even though he had been adopted at such a young age they had still given him the choice of changing his last name, and he chose to keep it. After all it was the only thing he could remember, why make it vanish as well?

Blaine was accepted by the other children with open arms, especially by Albus since they were the same age. His new sister and brothers never judged or made fun of him because he wasn't actually a Potter, instead they embraced and even bragged about it in front of their other friends. The one time Blaine accidentally blurted he wasn't their real brother he was quickly silenced by hugs and a long argument that it didn't matter to any of the three of them, including his cousins Rose and Hugo. Soon enough his confidence grew under the care of Harry and Ginny who always had enough love for all of their children, which of course included the sweet curly headed boy who had taken all their hearts.

When Albus and Blaine turned nine they received their first practice brooms, much to their mother's dismay. Harry quickly found out that Albus was a fairly decent seeker, where as his older brother had proven himself to be an excellent beater the year before. Blaine however surprised him by showing talent as a keeper, something that the boy prided himself in since his other two brothers bragged about their talent coming from the Potter line. Late afternoons you would often find the entire family, sometimes accompanied by the Weasleys, in the back yard where Harry had set up a mini quidditch court for the three boys to practice in. The boys grew even closer as they continued to play, laugh and learn together.

Blaine was often the peace keeper of the family, always trying to negotiate things when the other two boys were arguing with their younger sister, Lilly. He was often the one who gave into the little girl, playing dolls and keeping her happy. A few times Ginny had tried to pull Lilly away but Blaine insisted that he enjoyed making her happy. Harry and his wife soon realized that's all the little boy ever wanted to do, and he was excellent at it. He seemed to be friends with everybody and could always make someone else smile when they were down.

When Albus' Hogwarts letter arrived just like the one James had received, Blaine was secretly relieved his had as well. Even though he had produced more accidental magic than his other three siblings combined he still fretted that perhaps he wasn't good enough to attend the same school as the rest of his family. So after the applauds from his parents and the pat on the back he received from James he had locked himself up in his room that night, a few relieved tears slipping down his cheeks as his thumbs rubbed over the thick letter.

Blaine was just as worried about what house he would be sorted into as Albus was, though he didn't show it with all the bright smiles he kept giving everyone. Even when James teased he and Albus on platform 9 � on the first of September, he only let it roll off his shoulders knowing that his oldest brother only loved the reaction he got. When their father had knelt down to reassure Albus he had secretly listened in as well, relieved that the sorting hat would actually let him choose to some extent.

Lilly had been upset, and Blaine couldn't blame her. She would be the only kid in the house now. So when all of their trunks were loaded onto the train he had given her the longest hug he had ever given the small girl, promising her that he would write to her everyday even though James had scoffed at him. He even allowed his mother to plant a few kisses upon his cheek when Albus had pushed her away. Harry had given him a brief hug, telling him that he would see him in class since he had taken over the DADA post. James had complained that it was lame and embarrassing but both Albus and Blaine shared the secret relief that they would have their father there.

Blaine, Albus and Rose met their best friends on their first Hogwarts Express train ride. David, Wes, Jeff, and Nick shared their same interests at that age and had even shared their treats they bought from the trolley with them. James had decided to let them sit on their own saying he wanted to sit with his own friends, which thankfully worked out to everyone's advantage in the end. Once they had made it across the lake, and with no thestrals in sight much to Albus' relief, they continued to speak with their new friends in the large hallway all the other first years had been ushered into before they were sorted.

Blaine had clapped loudly for Albus when the hat shouted Gryffindor, giving his normal bright smile towards him as the other walked excitedly to the table to sit next to James who gave him a large pat on his back. Harry had clapped for Albus as well, a proud smile on his face as he had also watched his son sit next to his eldest. When Blaine was called he swore his heart had stilled the entire walk to the stool. The hat hadn't surprised him when it whispered in his ear for Harry had warned them before hand. What the hat questioned him about was what managed to surprise him.

Very clever aren't you? It had asked, causing Blaine to chew at his bottom lip nervously. Such a cheerful thing you are, with a kind heart. The hat seemed to be thinking, which caused the curly headed boy to fret whether or not he would actually be placed. You are constantly letting people push you in their direction to please them, yet you don't mind because you believe it's easier when everyone gets along. Blaine's head tilted at that, realization dawning on him that maybe he had been letting people walk over him…but the hat was also right in saying that it didn't bother him. Very interesting, considering the family you have come from. I do say your father will be quite surprised.

"He would?" Blaine whispered worriedly, an image of a disappointed Harry flashing in the back of his mind. The hat laughed loudly in his ear, causing him to jump slightly when it did so. No, you silly boy. Your real father. Blaine's stomach somehow twisted in confusion, dread, and then curiosity at the same time, almost making the chocolate frog he had eaten on the train earlier make a reappearance. I do believe I know where to put you now…

"HUFFLEPUFF!" the hat shouted, causing Blaine to blink in confusion. He heard the loud applause echo around the Great Hall before the hat was lifted from his head, but he still couldn't help but wonder if Harry and his brothers would have disappointed looks on their faces. Once he stood from the stool and had walked towards the table that was now waving him over eagerly he chanced a look towards the Gryffindor table. Thankfully his brothers were still standing and clapping for him, along with his father. His friend David had been sorted into Hufflepuff along with him while their other three friends were sorted into the other three houses.

Even with Wes being in Ravenclaw, Jeff in Gryffindor and Nick in Slytherin, Blaine and Albus grew closer to them as the years went by. House rivalry barely played a role in their friendship, something James was amazed by. Their older brother was convinced that Nick and even the other Slytherin they had befriended, Scorpius, were going to stab them in the back one day. Albus and Blaine ignored their brother's rants for the most part, growing a little apart from him each time he said something bad about Nick and Scorpius.

Blaine was thirteen when he kissed a girl for the first time. He didn't know if he liked it at first, and it confused and scared him. Changing girlfriends didn't help at all because each time he would press his lips against a girl's nothing happened. No spark, no flutters in his stomach like he had read about in all the novels his mother had let him read. He couldn't help but notice Albus having the same problem, his brother had even stopped messing with girls soon after he turned fourteen, claiming he was concentrating on his studies and quidditch.

James never seemed to have a problem in the woman department and Blaine had even mustered up enough courage to ask him what was wrong him. His oldest brother had only looked at him for the longest time before he answered. "I think you and Al have the same problem, Blaine. You'll figure it out one day." That was all he received and he thought about it day in and day out. What could be wrong with him? Was it bad? What about Al?

Blaine was fourteen when he realized exactly what James had been talking about the year before. Instead of going back to his older brother, or even his father for help he found Albus. His brother had always been the closest friend he ever had so he knew he could trust him. Albus confessed figuring the same thing out about himself much sooner than the other, even having the nerve to call Blaine oblivious. Scared and unsure he and Albus kept their secret to themselves, not sure what they should do or who they should tell. Albus claimed not to like anyone, but Blaine couldn't help but catch the long looks he sent Scorpius Malfoy at times.

Blaine was fifteen when Albus drug him along into their father's classroom, shutting the door behind him and spelling the door with a silencing charm. "Dad, Blaine and I need to tell you something really important." was the first thing that had left the other's mouth, causing Blaine's knees to grow weak. Of course their father had been curious and concerned at first, nodding so that Albus could continue as he gave a questioning look to his other silent son. Albus and Blaine had locked eyes, slowly nodding towards one another before Albus told his father that he and Blaine were gay.

Harry Potter, savior of the wizarding world, had only smiled in return. He had then admitted he had been fairly certain that Blaine was at least, and that it was kind of surprising that Albus was. There was no scorn in his voice, no indication he was scared what the public would think if word got out. There were no disappointed looks and speeches about what was right and wrong, he had only accepted the fact that he had two sons that thought they were gay. "Though I think you are too young to know for certain, I will respect whatever you turn out to be. You are both my sons, I and your mother will always love you for who you are."

That had been it, and when they had told their mother about it over Christmas break she had squealed in delight along with Lilly. James didn't even care, in fact his words were oddly comforting. "If a bloke wants to love another bloke who am I to say it's wrong?" With new found support Blaine explored his new territory, no longer afraid what his family would think. Albus however remained silent and only asked his siblings not to spread the word, though it didn't stop him from continuing the glances he gave Scorpius when the he thought the blond Slytherin wasn't looking.

Blaine's first boyfriend was named Jeremiah, and he had seemed perfect. Only a year older and handsome with sweet words. The Ravenclaw had been the Hufflepuff's many firsts, but their relationship had soon been ruined when Blaine caught the blond cheating. After that Blaine no longer tried finding another boy, even though he did have quite a few offers including a very persistent Slytherin named Sebastian Smyth . Blaine was scared of getting hurt again, so he kept to himself just like Albus had so far. That was when the dreams seemed to start.

At first all Blaine gathered from them was the feeling that he was choking on smoke. A few more weeks with the same dream recurring it began to grow, showing a burning house and trees. Months passed, each night something new and even more frightening appearing until an image of bright eyes caught him off guard. They weren't just normal eyes though, they were a beautiful blue that also seemed grey but then at other times another color completely.

Even though the dreams seemed so real with Blaine waking up gasping and struggling to breathe, he never told anyone. He didn't even tell Albus or David who had become his closest friends. David had caught him a few times though, his coughing and sputtering loud enough at night to wake him from his own sleep in the bed next to Blaine's. He told a quick lie about it being a different dream each time, rolling back on his side before the other could catch a glimpse of his reddened face. Blaine feared that if he told someone, they would stop and he would no longer be able to see the eyes he had become so obsessed with at the end of the horrible dreams.

Blaine kept that one secret, hoping one night the dream would show him whose face the eyes belonged to.

"But they are coming from America!" Lilly chattered excitedly, ignoring the eye roll she received from her cousin, Rose.

"They'll look just like the boys here, Lil." Rose said, sighing when the girl continued to giggle happily in her seat. She glanced at her other cousin and brother, noticing that James was loosing yet again to Hugo at Wizards Chest. Albus was slowly cleaning his broom with the kit Blaine had gotten him for Christmas, Blaine himself was reading a book on the window seat on the other side of the room.

"I bet they don't." Lilly practically purred, shifting in her seat again as James grumbled about his knight being smashed to bits. "I bet you five sickles they are ten times better looking over there!"

"Even if they are your personality will have them running back." James stated from his chair, scratching the back of his neck as he tried to come up with a new plan of action for his chess pieces.

"I think he's right." Hugo spoke up, easily dodging the pillow Lilly threw in his direction.

"Hugo, you're my best friend, aren't you supposed to be on my side?" Lilly asked through a huff, standing when someone called out downstairs. Everyone stopped what they were doing as another voice soon joined the first, a third male voice as well.

"Shouldn't we tell them about the other sitting room before they walk into it?" Blaine called out, looking from his book before standing up and stretching his arms above his head until his back popped.

"Nah, we should let them find it." James said, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"James!" Lilly said, stomping her foot on the ground. "If we don't tell them they will be stuck in there until someone realizes they are missing. You know no one can hear anything behind that permanent silencing charm." she said, sighing when the voices down below suddenly stopped speaking.

"Looks like we're too late." Hugo stated, shaking his head when Lily shot her oldest brother a murderous look.

'Wait.." Albus said, eyes suddenly wide with worry. "Didn't Luna release a bunch of Cornish pixie's in there this morning?" he asked, the room growing quiet as realization dawned.

"Oh boy." Hugo said, glancing to the door when another voice called out down below.

"We've got to get them out of there before they drive them mad!" Rose exclaimed, quickly heading to the door with the rest of her family on her heels as she ran across the hall and down the stairs. She didn't even bother stopping to speak to the unfamiliar person on the steps, instead she pushed him to the side in her haste to get to the other sitting room.

Blaine followed after the rest at a slightly slower pace, knowing that though they were cornish pixies it wasn't like they were life threatening. As he walked down the steps he pulled out his pocket watch to check the time considering their parents had stated they would be back around noon to introduce themselves to the new students. Something brushing against his shoulder caused him to stop and look, coming face to face with the eyes he had been dreaming about for almost a year.

Once the boy spoke in his high, clear voice his heart tightened all of a sudden and his breath hitched as he parted his lips. The boy was beautiful with high cheek bones and perfectly styled chestnut colored hair. The pants and boots he wore did nothing more than compliment his graceful figure, even if they were scuffed and marred with soot.

"H-Hi." he said, causing Blaine to smile as he continued to stare into the eyes that had captivated his dreams.

"Do you know what's going on here?"

The other's soft voice pulled him from his staring once again, causing Blaine to notice the light dust of pink upon the strangers face. Stranger…Blaine didn't want this beautiful boy to be a stranger any longer, he just had to know his name. He held out his hand, another smile gracing his lips. "My name is Blaine." he said, smile growing even more when Kurt's slightly larger hand gently grasped his own.

"Kurt."