The second Kurt walked into the Slytherin common room Santana threw a pillow at him from the sofa in the middle of the room.

"I saw you, Hummel. So don't lie." She said, grinning.

Kurt quickly weighed his options. He could sprint out or he could sprint right up to his dormitory, but neither of those options would stop Santana from coming after him. He could still lie, despite her telling him he shouldn't, because it wouldn't be the first time he's heard Santana say exactly what she just did, only to minutes later reveal that she really had no clue. He wouldn't fall for that, that was for sure. Of course Kurt could also tell the truth, no matter what Santana knew or didn't know.

But then, well - questioning her just seemed like the smartest thing to do.

"What are you talking about?"

Santana laughed, patting the place on the couch next to her, her silver acrylic nails glistening in the lighting of the room. "Come on, Kurt. Come tell auntie Tana everything."

Kurt sat down beside her. He crossed his legs and looked at her with his brows raised.

”What exactly are you referring to by everything?” He could play this game for however long she wanted.

Or maybe not.

Santana grabbed the light green pillow from behind her back and tossed it to Kurt’s face.

“We don’t have time for this, Grandma.” She said, catching the pillow Kurt threw right back at her. “We have Quidditch practice in like thirty minutes and Smythe will be furious if we’re even a second late.” She pointed a finger so close to his face he was afraid her nail was going to poke his eye out or something equally terrific.

“It’s funny, Kurt, the day you were sorted into Slytherin you despised every house aside from yours – Especially Hufflepuff. And now you’re ready to ride off into the sunset with a Badger? I mean I get it. Boy do I get it, I have seen him and his glorious behind and I can tell you-“

Kurt groaned and buried his face in his hands. “Please don’t.”

Santana was like she never heard him say a thing. “- if everybody at this school didn’t already know my preferences I would totally be going for it.”

Kurt shook his head and lifted his head up to look at her through his fingers. “Santana.”

“But since they do, and well, you play for the same team, the least you can do is provide me with some juicy information.”

He tried to ignore the sudden feeling of having his stomach full of butterflies again as his thoughts traveled back to the string of events Santana wanted to know about. He really, really needed to settle down and take a few deep breaths, because a crush or not, this was ridiculous.

“Alright. The juicy information-“ Kurt formed quotation marks in the air. “You’re looking for here is that I witnessed him falling while flying alone at the stadium this morning and helped him get to the Hospital Wing because he hurt his knee. Scandalous, right?”

He got up from the sofa and headed to the stairs that went to the boys’ dormitory.

Santana didn’t mind that, as she got up as well and followed him all the way up the stairs.

“Oh, it is. I saw you walking to the castle, and you couldn’t have been any closer to each other if you tried.”

He blushed, hiding it with his best ability by turning around and heading to his closet.

“I will get this entire story from you one day, okay?”

Kurt chuckled. “I’ll let you have that.” He neglected to mention how he truly believed Santana was going to end up short on patience with him in days and would attempt to strangle him, though.

“Go get changed ‘Tana, get the hell out of here.” He shouted from where he was halfway dived into his closet looking for his Quidditch uniform bits.

Santana smoothed the nonexistent wrinkles of her dark grey, skin tight dress and shook her head even though she was aware of him not seeing her. “Nope.”

The boy turned around with his hands full of clothes and quirked an eyebrow at his best friend. “Really, Santana? Smythe’s going to hang us if we are late. Seriously.”

Santana rolled her eyes and took a good ten seconds to look at him in disbelief. “If you are a fool enough to believe that I would risk my place in the team, shame’s on you. My stuff’s at the dressing rooms.”

Without saying a word, he tossed the clothes he didn’t need back in the closet and shut it gently.

“I trust you, I guess. I hope.”

“Yeah, good. Let’s go.”

-

They couldn’t quite believe their eyes when they arrived at the empty dressing rooms.

“Even the head bitch isn’t here yet?” Santana looked around her a bit confused.

Shrugging his shoulders, they both went into their seperate dressing rooms.

Kurt closed the boys’ door behind him and the smell of ice gel from just a few hours ago pierced his nose instantly, making him feel funny and warm. Not only that, though - He could still smell the raspberry hair gel the Hufflepuff used gallons of on an every day basis.

He looked through the one tiny window of the room and saw the castle, thinking how and what was Blaine doing, and whether or not his pretentiously selfless helping had actually helped him at all. He hoped it had.

It hadn’t helped Kurt, that was for sure. He could not stop thinking of the boy.

-

By the time their practice was over at two thirty and the Slytherin house team was separating to each of the dressing rooms, Sebastian walked up to him and grabbed his shoulder in a much tighter grip than he'd preferred.

The Slytherin breathed in deep and quick through his nose and turned to look at their captain. “What?”

Sebastian had the incredibly obnoxious grin plastered on his face like always, and he didn’t even look at Kurt. “So, I hear you had your ways with a certain Quidditch captain and we both know I’m not talking about me.”

“You wish.” He muttered under his breath before what the guy had said fully drew to him.

His eyes probably grew twice in size and his jaw dropped, heart pounding furiously. His head started buzzing and his mouth dried completely, making it feel like he had swallowed shards of glass and sand.

How could he know? 
Nothing happened. 
Could Santana have said something, even if her information was probably a bit - totally, off? 
For sure. 
But would she? 
No, right?

The noise his brain was making was surely audible for the entire wizarding world to hear.

Keep it totally cool, Hummel.

He cleared his throat, opening the dressing room door. “I hate to repeat myself, but what the hell are you talking about?”

The human version of Cheshire cat a.k.a. Sebastian laughed, sending chills down his back – and not the desirable kind.

“Oh, don’t be so modest, Hummel. You know I don’t love you-“

“Oh, the feelings are mutual.” He, much to his pleasure, got the chance to quip back.

Sebastian wasn’t fazed by that. “-But this stunt you pulled – Couldn’t have thought of it myself. Good job. No doubt you’ll be captain next year.”

Kurt looked at Sebastian like he had just stated with perfect confidence that the sky is green.

“No, really. This is getting ridiculous. Seems like I only ever have one word for you. What stunt?”

Sebastian let go of him, walking to the other side of the dressing room to change out of his Quidditch uniform.

“Uh, the one where you figured out The Badgers’ insane hot captain’s plans to practice alone early Saturday morning and broke the rule to bring wands ‘in merlin’s name, closer than a half a mile from the stadium’ and cast a little spell so that he’d mess up his knee and not be able to play next week.”

Oh. Oh no.

“You think-“ Kurt bit his tongue to stop himself from saying anything.

“Uh, yeah.” He shook his head to himself, getting himself out of the uniform faster than he had thought was physically possible.

The first and only thing on his mind was Blaine and making sure he didn’t hear this particular rumor, because even if there was really nothing to be between the two of them, which was likely, he couldn’t have him hating him. He didn’t want to admit it to himself, but just the thought of that happening made his chest ache.

He hurried out of the dressing rooms, meeting Santana standing right outside waiting for him.

“Let’s go.” He grabbed her arm and started walking towards the castle, but she stopped him.

“Wait, wow. What is going on here?”

Kurt shot her a look. “Let’s just go, okay? I swear you’ll hear – the story, or whatever.”

Santana gasped, grabbing Kurt’s arm with both of his hands. “Guide me, Hummel.”