Kurt Hummel was officially bored. Well, being the stereotypical Slytherin in Hogwarts didn’t give much of a choice, but here he was, back for his fifth year at Hogwarts and already bored. He was young, yes, much younger than most of the ones who ran around like they had the school in his hands, but his impossible talent granted him immense services. Although he had yet to reach his final year, he had already mastered all the studies up until N.E.W.T levels and he practically had nothing to do. His friends would get swept up on relationship dramas, and he honestly didn’t understand some choices, but they were good friends and Kurt let them be.

More often than not, he was lonely. Jealous of relationships he’d have a hard time getting. And being gay didn’t help. A lot of girls swooned at the sight of him, but he needed a boy. Something that seemed hard to get. And here he was, on the Hogwarts Express, back to his fifth year at Hogwarts, without a single experience at romance. He was definitely annoyed as he put his luggage up safely, and barked at a few first years that had stopped to stare at him.

“Hey there, Hummel! Looking good!” Santana Lopez commented as she entered his compartment. Kurt smirked as she sat down next to him, picking at her nails.

“Like I’m ever not. Got anything juicy?” Kurt relied on Santana to be the resident gossip, because unlike him, she had connections to the wizarding world during the summer. Kurt secretly cursed Finn for telling Burt what he did in school. Such a Hufflepuff.

Santana smirked her famous bitch smirk, and stared at Kurt. “Well, hear this, Hummel. Apparently Gryffindor has a new addition in the fourth year. He moved in next to the Puckerman residence and he’s HOT.” Kurt merely rolled his eyes at this.

“Name?”

“Anderson, Puck said. Blair or Brad, I honestly don’t remember.” Santana waved it off like it wasn’t of any importance.

“As much as I appreciate your disinterest to boys – I’m sure Britts will be pleased – but honestly? Blair is a girl’s name, and a guy can’t be that pathetic. And isn’t Anderson that Gryffindor kid? Curly head, tall figure, and I thought his name was Shane?”

“Well, yeah. Van Camp’s best friend or boyfriend or whatever. I think this one is his brother.” Santana muttered, Kurt groaned. It was bad enough that the gay population was already on rock bottom, but the ones who actually were gay all had boyfriends or crushes. Except that Slytherin prefect, Logan Wright. He had that weird feeling coming out of him, and Kurt didn’t want to get too close to him. However, it didn’t stop Kurt from getting lonely and Santana knew it.

“Whatever. The younger Anderson is already a pain in the ass and I don’t want another. An apple can’t fall too far from the tree. And I doubt that he looks good. Actually, I can’t remember a thing about that Shane guy. What does he look like?” Kurt tried to change the subject, being uncomfortable about that particular Anderson, but Santana, with her superhuman instincts, noticed and reeled him back.

“Oh, come on, Hummel. You can’t hit on the first-years anymore, you’re in your fifth year! It’s practically crime to ask one of them out, no matter how limited your choices are. Don’t even mention the fact that it makes you look like a pedo. And like I said, he’s hot.”

“Yeah, like it matters. I mean, come ON. A Gryffindor? And a fourth year at that? He’s probably going to run off with Hughes and Sullivan. We do NOT need another straight goody-two shoes that gets on our asses whenever I try to do something fun.” Kurt sighed, having put extra emphasis on the word ‘straight’. Santana winced, and patted his back as Kurt groaned.

“There, there. I’ll give you some encouraging words. Apparently Puck noticed-”

Right in the middle of Santana’s sentence, the compartment door opened loudly, and they both turned to look. A short, dark haired boy was standing there, struggling with his suitcases. Kurt, not being completely heartless, jumped up to grab a few. Santana merely sat there, staring at them with a smirk.

“Do… do you mind if I join this compartment? I’ve sort of got nowhere else to go….” The boy said, profusely blushing at the kind gesture. Kurt was about to make a snarky remark, something that could live up to his wicked reputation, when he looked at his face.

Yeah, it was new.

It felt like fireworks were exploding in his head, and Kurt could feel his face heat up. God, this boy was really hot. Jet black curls pasted onto his head with gel (Kurt imagined that it would look so much better without the product), soft, hazel eyes that made him want to melt in those, a handsome complexion that would have girls drooling at his feet, and a shy, timid smile on those full lips that made Kurt want to just lean in and kiss…. Woah, woah. Bad idea, forbidden territory. This was just another straight freshman, and he didn’t want a repeat performance of his disastrous first year when he fell for Finn Hudson.

“Sure, you can join. Since Kurt here seems unable to make a response.” Santana’s voice dragged Kurt out of his trance, and Kurt could swear that he could hear the smirk in her voice. Getting a grip on himself, he loaded the luggage inside the compartment, sitting back down next to Santana.

“Ugh, god. You really can’t go a minute without being snarky, can you? Curse me for going along with you, satan.” Kurt sighed and slapped Santana’s arm playfully. The hazel-eyed kid merely stood there, watching them intensely. Kurt sighed.

“Well, are you planning to sit down or stand there the whole journey and look uncomfortable? A few more people might join, you know.” Kurt commented, and the boy blushed immensely before slumping down on the seat opposite to Kurt’s. Kurt’s stomach fluttered at this, but he pretended indifference.

“So, anything else? I mean, what happened to Finn and Rachel? One can only assume something bad if your idiot so-called-brother locks himself inside his room to sulk for days. Dad just assumed that I was the reason, since we weren’t talking, but Finn sleep-talked the word Rachel eventually.” Kurt stated, restarting the conversation and trying to ignore the boy’s presence.

“Oh, I heard it was bad. Why don’t we wait-”

Cutting Santana’s words again, the compartment door banged again with a mad Rachel Berry and a comforting Mercedes Jones, and Kurt could only smirk as Rachel stomped to sit on the seat next to the new guy. Kurt noticed that he curled up on himself and pretended like he wasn’t there, and so Rachel didn’t notice his presence.

“Just at the nick of the moment, Berry. We were just talking about yours and Man boobs’ most recent breakup. I take it that it was bad?” Santana smirked at Rachel, earning a death glare. Kurt had to join in smirking.

“Honestly, Rachel. You should have taken my advice. I don’t refuse to speak to Hudson for nothing. And we live together. Have you newly discovered that he is a jerk?” Kurt said, and Rachel merely sighed this time.

“Well, he was the one who called me a jerk. Something about not having you in control.” Kurt’s smile died at that, and his lips pressed into a thin line. “I demanded to know that he wasn’t dating me to keep an eye on you, and he went speechless. Didn’t have a proper response. So I dumped him, and forbade Adelphos from anywhere near our home. That’s where I am now, and I just saw him on the platform, talking up some Ravenclaw. I can’t care less.” Rachel kept on fuming, and Kurt didn’t even try to comfort her. He just kept his mouth shut, fearing that if he opened it, the words coming out will either only be a list of profanities or ‘I told you so.’

“Well, Berry. I’ve never been a fan of your dating life, but I do get to say ‘I told you so’. Maybe you should look the other way round like I did? I can’t be in a happier place now that I’m with Britts.” Kurt let out a giggle at this, and Rachel went back to glaring daggers at both of them.

“Ugh, god. Where am I supposed to find another girl who is keen on experimenting as I am? You were lucky to find Brittany, don’t forget it.” Rachel snarkily answered and slumped down, tracing star patterns on her knee with her finger.

Mercedes waited a moment before everyone calmed down, and spoke up cheerily, “Come on, people!! Lighten up, and let’s talk about that new line of robes that Melanctha’s just released. Madame Malkins’ are yet to take them in the aisles but I’m sure we’ll be able to grab a few when we’re let out for Christmas!” Kurt smiled as he took in the new change of subject. Mercedes was one of the few Ravenclaw students who managed to stay friends with Kurt after he changed. She was nice and kind, and various kinds of wonderful. Although Kurt stayed close to Santana in the Slytherin atmosphere, Mercedes was always there for him, and therefore Rachel was too. Rachel, despite being a Slytherin, stayed close to Mercedes for she wasn’t in the best terms with Santana.

Kurt and the girls chatted happily about various topics until the train blew steam and started to roll. Santana suddenly frowned and turned to Kurt, saying, “Why aren’t Britts and Puckerman here? They can’t miss the train!” Kurt jumped up in alarm, and in his hurry, knocked into the new, hot boy, waking him up.

“I’m sorry!” Kurt nearly screamed, as the shorter boy nearly jumped three feet at the surprise. The other girls noticed his presence for the first time, and stared questioningly at Kurt, who simply shrugged. Kurt was about to apologize once more before heading out to find the missing ones when the door opened again. Kurt spun around to realize that it was Brittany and Puck, and waved but Puck didn’t seem to be looking at him. He was staring at the short boy in front of Kurt, and he smiled evilly before opening his mouth.

“Fancy seeing you here, Anderson.”