Blaine's palms sweated profusely as he stopped and stared around Kings Cross Station in London. The cornucopia of people mixed with constant reverberations of their footsteps made his claustrophobia really bad that morning. He wandered up and down the platforms, but he couldn't find his god-forsaken train.

Okay, that just said Platform 8...so there is 9, okay, and over there must be...weinershnitzel! That's 10! GAHH!

Blaine started to become even more nervous. Sweat dripped down his forehead as the walls of the station seemed to cave in. The noises seemed to be amplified as his head began to throb.

Why can't I find this? Dear lord, am I forgetting something?

Blaine stopped and took out his instructions, given to him by a particularly odd-looking gentleman a few days ago. The man was bigger than any man Blaine had ever seen before. He must have been at least seven feet tall; he had a very gruff texture to his face and a large nose with a protruding stomach that seemed as though he could have eaten Blaine alive and could still have felt hungry enough for seconds. However, though his body type was extremely intimidating, the fellow's personality was extremely warm and it never occurred to Blaine that the man would harm anything as innocent as a fly.

Who was that guy...Hagard? Hargnid...Hagrid!

That was the day Blaine officially found out he was a wizard. You see, his parents had always known, being of the wizarding community, but it never even occurred to Blaine that he was "special" until he hit puberty (which was rather late). It was so late, infact, that Blaine had unknowingly set a wizarding-record for longest time living as a wizard unknowingly!

Blaine had always had a rough childhood. His parents traveled constantly; always missing major holidays and events in Blaine's life. Whenever he asked where they were going, it was another exotic city for another exotic charity. Little did he know his parents actually worked for the Daily Prophet: the wizarding world's number one newspaper. The Andersons were two of the top most renowned journalists in the Modern Wizarding World, with hundreds upon hundreds of articles published. Mr. and Mrs. Anderson wanted to wait to tell Blaine until he performed something that would be considered unnatural for a muggle. And because they didn't want him enrolled into a muggle school and then be suddenly taken out, they decided to home school him and teach him everything until the time came where he could be sent off to Hogwarts. The only thing was...Blaine never had anything.

There were never any "mysterious accidents" that took place at the Anderson household as Blaine progressed through his teenage years. The Andersons even did a case study on their son, with his unnatural ability to progress into the teenage body without the magical ability. It won the Wizarding Prize for Social Sciences. Blaine knew nothing. It was only until he had hit 17 that something finally happened to the poor boy.
One day, his parents had just gotten back from a "business trip" and as they walked in through the front door, he asked if they would take a seat in the living room.

"What is it, sweetie? Is everything alright? Did something happen while we were gone?" asked Mrs. Anderson.

"Well...something kind of...weird happened while you guys were gone. You see...me and Cooper (Blaine's older brother) were getting into this big, heated argument. He wouldn't give me back my laptop when he said I should stop whining like a little faggot...."

"COOPER LAWRENCE ANDERSON! GET YOUR ASS DOW-"yelled Mr. Anderson. Blaine had already told them he was gay quite some time ago. They both accepted him for who he was with open arms (still wishing he would show SOME sign of being a wizard already).

"BUT BUT BUT, I'm not trying to tattle-tale on him; this isn't what that's about! What it's about is...well I don't really know how to put it."

Mrs. Anderson's ears perked up with that. This sounded like it was going where she wanted this to be going. She got excited and jabbed Blaine's dad out of excitement.

"AND!? And WHAT?!" she squealed.

"Well...I imagined I could dump the sizzling pot of coffee I just brewed onto Cooper. And the weirdest thing happened..."

That was all she needed. "YOURE A WIZARD! OH YES! FINALLY! FINALLY! John, call Hogwarts immediately and tell them he's finally cracked! Also, send Lisa from the Prophet an owl saying he's finally broken it! He finally knows!"

Blaine was shocked. "I'm a what?" he asked as he watched his father pull out a mysteriously long wooden stick before... WOAH! The stick seemed to glow when all of a sudden; a beautiful, bright-blue owl appeared from the wand. It looked completely real, as though you could walk over and touch it. Blaine was mystified.

Needless to say, that night, Blaine's parents sat him down and explained to him everything. Who they really were. What he really was. Where he would be going. It was a lot to process but Blaine finally came to accept it in the morning. That was when he heard the knock at his door and in walked that gargantuan that's name was Rubeus Hagrid.

Blaine suddenly awoke from his trance when he heard a screaming bunch of teenagers behind him. They all had trunks as big as his as they made their way into an awkward section between platforms 9 and 10.
He watched as the teenagers ran straightforward towards the wall! They were about to hit it! They weren't steering away!

They're going to ram themselves into the wall and go to the hospital and, WOAH!.

They literally just disappeared into the wall.

Did that really just happen? Is that where I need to go? Can I even do that?

He stood their stupefied, contemplating when he was suddenly shoved from behind.

"Out of my way, baboon. Watch a pro in-action," demanded a bright-blonde haired boy. He was rather tall with a slender figure, but his tone made him out to be a complete douche-bag. Turn off.

The boy cracked his knuckles as he leapt through the wall.

"I'm so sorry about, Malfoy," came a mysterious voice from beside Blaine. "He's just so excited to go back for his final year!"

There, beside him, stood the most magical of creatures. Tall, yet slender with a rather curvy-butt and the fairest of skin, Blaine was starstruck. The creature's lips were rather odd, but in a good way. They had a smile all to their own, even when they weren't moving. And then, its eyes. They immediately pierced the skin and went through Blaine's soul. They were gorgeous. They were perfect. They were...sexy.

Then it moved its lips. "Sorry, where are my manners. Kurt Hummel," he said as he extended his hand to shake.

Finally, after starring for a moment at the glowing beauty that was Kurt, Blaine awkwardly extended his hand while mumbling some incoherent gibberish and shook his hand, "haha, sorry. I...Blaine Anderson."

"THE-Blaine Anderson? The one that just figured out he was a wizard and it's his first, and sadly, last year at Hogwarts?!"

"That's me," he said with a chuckle, amazed at the way Kurt knew about him.

"Well...seeing as you've never been here before, it only makes sense why you looked like you had no idea where you were."

Oh god. Kurt had seen him have his little panic attack. Blaine blushed.

"But don't worry...I'll help you. Here, take my hand."

Without warning, Kurt grabbed Blaine's limp hand as he started running head-first towards the wall. Blaine was nervous. The wall approached as Kurt continued to drag him. They were accelerating as they neared the wall. A split second before they hit the wall, Blaine closed his eyes, bracing for impact. Just as they hit the wall, Blaine gasped...but nothing hurt. There were no pulsating feelings anywhere in his body as he felt himself stop suddenly. He opened his eyes.

WOW! There, in front of his very eyes was a large, mauve train that had the title "Hogwarts Express" initialed in the front of its smokestack.
While he stood, gazing at the train, he forgot that his hands were still firmly grasped around Kurt's. Maybe he had held on a little too strongly from fear of running straight into a wall like any normal person would expect would happen.

"Oh! Sorry about that!" he said releasing his grasp on Kurt's hand.

"Don't worry about it," said Kurt, shaking his hand, trying to regain a little bit of feeling back. "You were much better than I was my first year. My first year I nearly cried my eyes out, begging not to go before my dad, Burt, just chucked me through the wall. I remember the feeling of when I first saw the train too. It was...amazing, like an incredible journey was about to begin."

Blaine smiled as he turned towards Kurt. They both made eye contact for a second. Kurt, his perfectly, cyan colored eyes and Blaine's still dazzling hazel pupils. Blaine couldn't stop starring at Kurt. He was oddly drawn to him. He had only just met him, but he felt like he had known him a lifetime. He had a weird jittery feeling in his stomach since he saw Kurt.

Then, from behind came a loud scream,
"Hey! Kurt! Stop fiddling with the losers and get your butt onto the train!"

It was the blonde haired kid, Malfoy.

Fuck off, prick

"Sorry, I have to go. But, ahh, hopefully I'll see you around."
Kurt turned and walked away.

Blaine continued to watch Kurt, his butt looking so sexy in his tight jeans. Kurt clasped hands with the blond boy and proceeded to kiss him.

Well he's gay. But he's taken. Fuck...get him out of your mind, Anderson. Stop thinking...but his eyes. And his butt. And his perfectness. I want him. I want him.

Blaine knew his journey had just begun...he had made a friend...and an enemy. This should get interesting.

That day went quite well for Blaine. All the people, in their fancy tunics and robes, helped him through the massive palace. The stone building, carved into the side of a mountain, looking out upon a large lake and forest was completely stunning, especially at sunset. That evening, after all the first years had been sorted, everyone listened in intensely as they left Blaine for last. This would also make huge headlines the next day as nearly fifty or so reporters stood by along the side of the dining hall, lined with floating pads, and quills, writing whatever the journalist was saying. A group of ten cameras and two video recorders seemed to hover over to the chair where Blaine sat and recorded/flashed every minute of it.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. This is it. Okay, here we go.

Blaine sat in the chair as the hat came to life.

"My, my...you are a magical creature. Kind. Caring. Wouldn't harm a fly."

Blaine remembered what his mother had told him that morning before he set off for the train station: "And remember, that hat takes suggestions. Use it to your advantage."

How? How could this be an advantage? I just want to...oh god! There he is.

Blaine locked eye contact with Kurt. He was staring intently at Blaine, where his robes with green and white stripes stitched along the sides and an emblem of a snake stitched over his heart. Kurt was sitting in the Slytherin section.

Please, let me be with Kurt. Please, let me be with Kurt.

"BAHA!" spat the hat. "You think you have what it takes to be as mischievous and conniving a person to be in Slytherin, do you?"

No. Not really. I just want to have Kurt. Is that too much to ask. Is that weird I want that even though I haven't even known him for a complete day?

"Well, well. I think that's touching. But you belong in a much better place: HUFFFLEEEPUFFFFFF!!!"

The Hufflepuff section erupted into applause and cheer. Hats were thrown in the air as the tables went wild. Cameras flashed out the ying-yang. Finally, the old man who Blaine would later find out to be called "Dumbledore," calmed the dining hall as Blaine got up from the chair and started walking to the Hufflepuff table. Blaine saw Kurt's dejected eyes, next to Malfoy's evil Smirk, miming a baby cry as he watched Blaine frown.

Blaine shuffled over to the Hufflepuff section and sat down with the few seventh years. Next to him was a sweet, though somewhat ditsy blonde girl named Brittany. Across from him sat a kind, Asian named Tina. And next to her sat a very spunky, though slightly insane girl, Sugar. They all shook hands before Blaine asked quite blatantly.

"Okay...so before anything else...can any of you tell me why Malfoy is such a dick? God. I don't even know him and I already can't stand his cocky attitude."

"Well...I mean...if my dad was the inventor of toaster strudel...I would be as cocky as he is," said Brittany.

Blaine chuckled before Tina bowed her head down and whispered. "Why were you talking to Malfoy?"

"I wasn't! I was rudely bumped by him before his cute boyfriend apologized and helped me."

"Ugh. He's so pathetic. Let me tell you something about Draco Malfoy. We were best friends in middle school. I know, right? It's so embarrassing. I don't even... whatever. So then in eighth grade, I started going out with my first boyfriend, Mike, who was totally gorgeous. But then he moved to Indiana, and Draco was like, weirdly jealous of him. Like, if I would blow him off to hang out with Mike, he'd be like "Why didn't you send me an owl?" And I'd be like "Why are you so obsessed with me?" So then, for my birthday party, which was an all-Hufflepuffs pool party, I was like "Draco, I can't invite you because I think you're a douche-Slytherin." I mean, I couldn't have a Slytherin at my party. There were gonna be Hufflepuffs there in their house robes! I mean, right? He was a Slytherin! So then his mom called my mom and started yelling at her, it was so retarded. She threatened us with Draco's dad inventing toaster strudel and not being able to help that he was so popular. And then he dropped out of school because no one would talk to him, and then he came back in the fall of fourth year, all of his hair was cut off and he was totally weird, and now I guess he's a douchebag with a hot boyfriend."

How is Kurt so pretty though? As in...how does Kurt find Draco appealing in the slightest of manners? He was completely rude to Kurt, let alone himself, yet that didn't seem to faze Kurt. God, help me.

"Not to gossip...but why do you guys think Kurt likes Draco? I mean...he doesn't seem that attracted to him...and they don't necessarily match as a couple."

"Well, well, well...looks like we have someone that plays for the other Quidditch team, girls!" smiled Sugar.

Blaine chuckled before nodding

Indeed.

"To be honest...I really don't know," said Tina. "Kurt has always been this head-held-high, diva-figure. I've had a few classes with him and he is one of the nicest, though also one of the sassiest, people I know. Believe it or not, he used to hate Draco. In third year, Draco and Kurt used to fight constantly, always exchanging snide remarks towards one another. Tensions escalated and then they fought one the last day of fifth year. I was sure one, if not both, were going to be expelled. But then on the first day back last year, they were holding hands and being all affectionate. It caught all of us by surprise. I wouldn't have pinned Kurt or Draco to be the ones to apologize to their enemies...let alone become intimate with them, but I guess true love knows no boundaries."

That is weird. Something seems strange. Something must have happened that summer. Something that caused that extreme transformation. But I wonder what...

"If were being honest here....then I have a confession. I always thought of people on the 'other team' as unicorns," said Brittany.

Sugar nodded, while Blaine and Tina had that 'Brittany...that makes absolutely no sense,' confused look on their faces. But then Blaine thought about it. Kurt was kind of magical, and Unicorns were pretty awesome.

Unicorn...I like that.

"Also...I thought my cat was a dolphin trapped inside a cat's body so I tried to make my cat swim in the lake... but he drowned."

Well...so much for the Kurt conversation. Blaine met and conversed with the other Hufflepuffites that night before heading back to his dorm. He fell asleep quickly and when he awoke the next morning, he had a letter at the bottom of his bed trunk. He opened it and out popped his class schedule. It read:

9:00 - 10:30 - Magic in the Muggle World

10:45-12:15 -Advanced Herbology

12:30-2:00-Defense Against the Dark Arts 7

2:00-3:20 -Break

3:30-5:00 -Advanced Potions Mastery

Since all of his classes were with the three other houses, he was hoping to have at least one class with Kurt...and hopefully none with Malfoy. Blaine put on his canary yellow and midnight black robe, picked-up his textbooks, and was off.

It was break time and Blaine was beginning to worry.

His classes were going well. In Magic in the Muggle World, the professor talked about the different ways wizards had to cover-up certain events that could have had a profound effect on the muggle world. In Advanced Herbology, he watched as Brittany cried because she thought she had squished an imaginary cat. And in Defense Against the Dark Arts, the professor had them all go head-to-head. Blaine sat out as he didn't know the first thing about spells, but was mesmerized by the quickness of it all. Sadly, none of his classes had the glowing unicorn, Kurt.

Blaine pondered as he ate his lunch in the courtyard.

What if we don't have a single class together? What if I never get to speak to him again? Why couldn't I have gone to Hogwarts years ago? Curse my body's inability to mature!

With the sound of the large bell, Blaine gathered up his belongings and ascended the spiral stair-case to his last class: Advanced Potions Mastery.

He had a little trouble finding the room. When he finally got there though, all the seats were taken-up except two. He sat down at one of the empty desks. This was the first class he didn't know a single soul in, while all the others pointed at him and whispered to their friends who he was. Blaine was a little sad, but then....YES! In ran Kurt, a little out of breath, looking as though he had just beaten the Olympic record for quickest time ascending 2000 stairs.

"Porcelain," echoed a low, villainous sound from the front of the classroom. "If you're going to be late to my class, I'd prefer if it were because you had broken that sweet, little butt of yours rather than from you chasing tail with that blonde weirdo of yours."

"Sorry, Ms. Sylvester. It won't happen again," bowed Kurt. He turned to find the only seat next to the cute boy he had met at the train station. Kurt hurried over. He half-smiled at Blaine, placing his books on the table before taking a seat as the class began.

"Well...you've all made it to the final year of your pitiful life at this sorry-excuse of a school. I'm still the same professor so if any of you try any funny business....it'll be the next stop on the Sue Sylvester express: horror."

Blaine stiffened-up. This woman meant no funny business. Kurt chuckled before nudging Blaine and whispering, "Don't mind her. She's just bitter that she still can't teach Defense Against the Dark Arts."

Blaine blushed before whispering, "Why can't she teach that?"

"Because she let the kids perform the actual forbidden curses on one another because she thought it was 'good practice.' When Dumbledore found out, he suspended her from teaching and said she could never teach that subject ever again."

Kurt's voice was scintillating. Every time he whispered his soft voice into Blaine's ear, Blaine couldn't resist. His bulge started to expand. Kurt's voice sent shivers up and down Blaine's spine and gave him the goose bumps.

"Porcelain! Midget-Boy! Detention!" boomed Sue. "No talking while I'm talking. You should know better Porcelain!"

Kurt blushed and Blaine bowed his head in shame. They both shut-up. Midway through her lecture on Raccoon Hormones, Kurt passed a note to Blaine that read:

Sorry!

Blaine got his quill and wrote back:

Don't worry about it. She seems a little...hot-headed.

Kurt giggled at the note.

Well...this class didn't look to be so much fun, but at least he had scored a class with his unicorn.
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Ms. Sylvester issued detention for the following afternoon, after class until 5. That day, Blaine was actually excited to go to detention. It would mean he would get some one-on-one time with Kurt. Maybe he could figure out why Kurt liked Draco. Or better yet, what the hell happened that summer between 5th and 6th year.

That day in class, they were working on a potions experiment with rat hormones and spruce trees. A lot of brewing which meant a lot of waiting. The class was rowdy but in walked Sue.

"No talking with other groups!" boomed Sylvester.

Fuck. Okay Anderson. Stay calm. Here we go.

"So...how do you like things here?" Blaine asked, turning awkwardly to face Kurt.

He's so pretty. God, what I wouldn't do for a piece of that.

"Ehhh. Things are okay. I had imagined my 7th year to be a lot more glamorous. More parties and such. But it's just like any work-loaded year. How do you like Hogwarts so far?"

"It feels weird, but I like it."

"See any cute girls you might like?"

Oh shit. He doesn't know. Okay. Play it cool, Anderson.

"Oh. Ahh. Well. I... Um."

"Sorry. I don't mean to make things uncomfortable for you," interrupted Kurt.

"No! No. It's not that. It's just...I'm not really into girls."

"Ahh. Giving your studies priority. You're one of the few good students. Makes sense why you're a Hufflepuff."

Shit. He doesn't get it. What do I do? Just say it, Anderson. Just go for it.

"Oh! No...it's not that. It's just...I'm gay."

Immediately Kurt's eyes twitched. He seemed almost surprised...yet also more intrigued.

"Really??? I mean... well...me too."

"Yeah. I saw you kissing your boyfriend that first day on the train." said Blaine, quite uncomfortably.

Kurt blushed. He was embarrassed. "I'm sorry about that."

"Why are you sorry? You were just kissing him. It's not like you two were going at it."

"Oh. Well. You're right, I guess."

"Can I ask you something though?"

Shit! Shit! Shit!

"Of course."

Fuck! Okay. Do it!

"Why Draco?"

"What do you mean?"

NO. DAMMIT. UHH

Blaine cleared his throat before continuing. "I don't know. It's just... the first day at the station. You were so warm and welcoming. You really made my day. While he...well. He was kind of cold, brutal, and rude. I don't really peg your two personalities to mesh together."

Kurt didn't say anything.

Oh crap. Did I go too far? Oh no. What if he gets mad and doesn't want to talk to me again? Great. Good job, Anderson. Way to screw everything up.

Finally...Kurt coughed out in a very hushed tone, "I...I...It's complicated."

"What doe-"Before Blaine could finish however, their potion was bubbling quite out-of-control as the concoction began spewing out the sides, stinging the lab group across from them. Kurt immediately turned the burner off, but it was too late. The potion was getting hotter, and bubbling more rapidly.

"What do we do!?" said Blaine, scared.

Immediately, in came Ms. Sylvester.

"Out of the way, Midget Boy!" She grabbed the pot, and with a swish-and-flick, the window to the classroom flew open as she dumped the contents of the pot to the ground below.

"Those 1st years are going to be scared for life. They'll smell like decomposing rodent carcass for quite some time. Not to mention the hundreds of burns. That should be fun to repair at the health center. Midget boy! Porcelain! Next time you two love birds decide to add an extra helping of rat hormones to your pot, be sure to turn off the burner and punch yourselves in the face. Detention is extended till 7. Dinner questionable. No arguing."

The class bell rang as the students laughed and pointed at the two on the way out. Sue came back in to set the guidelines for their detention.

"Now...I doubt either of you dweebs will know this...but Raccoon hormones are a very gaseous and unpredictable mixture. Sometimes, they can be a major source of protein and estrogen...and other times, they can send you to the bathroom, pleading for mercy. Unfortunately, I think my latest concoction was a great source of estrogen, but an unyielding source of..."

Sue grimaced as she grasped her stomach. "OHH!...I'm locking you two in here. Do what you want...but if either one of you tries to leave here before seven, I have this room ready to detonate. Happy nightmares."
Sue ran out of the room and immediately, the door flew shut behind her.


"Well...that was a little more than I needed to know," laughed Kurt.

They both chuckled a bit before there was a moment of silence.

Okay, Anderson. This is your chance. Find out about this, Unicorn!

"So what were you going to tell me before the pot incident?"
Kurt took a deep sigh. "It's just a long, sad story. It's nothing really."

"No! It's okay. I mean-we have until seven...we've got plenty of time and I'm all ears."

Kurt took a deep breath before looking Blaine in the eyes. "Alright...but you promise not to tell a soul with what I'm about to tell you?"

Blaine nodded. "Yes! I sincerely promise!"

"Alright...well. To catch you up, me and Draco weren't always on good terms. Years ago, he would taunt me. He would make fun of my feminine attitudes and hobbies and he would throw them all in my face. He used to lock me into the bathroom stalls with Moaning Myrtle. He would knock me off my broomstick during flight lessons and hide all my belongings throughout the school. And the sad thing is...those are the least offensive things he ever did. He used to call me names and make the whole Slytherin house hate me. No one would talk to me. And why was that? Because I was gay and for some unknown reason, I guess people thought that meant I was evil and wanted to kill them when in reality all I was looking for was a friend."

"Oh man, I'm sorry," said Blaine, patting Kurt on the shoulder.

I should just rub his back while he continues.

"It's okay. I mean...I quickly learned to deal with it. Luckily, people in the other houses aren't as mean as those in my own house. So I managed to outsource and find friends in other houses. And over the years, I started standing-up to Malfoy. I would tell him to take his comments and shove them up his sorry, homophobic ass. Those would really get him. And for a while, things started to look-up. But...just as things seem to be getting back to some sort of normal, everything is thrown out-of-wack. Except this time...it...it got worse."

Kurt had a difficult time uttering those words as Blaine continued to rub his back.

"It's okay, take your time," said Blaine. "This seems to be helping you. I'm here for you."

That's what Kurt needed to hear. He smiled before taking another deep breath as he had done before and picked-up where he had left off.

"Well...to make a long story short and to save you and myself the trouble of reliving the events...one day, during the summer going into my 6th year, I was walking around Diagon Alley when this random goon ran over to me and snatched my books I needed for school. I immediately chased the goon up these flights of stairs and into this creepy, attic in the back of a pub that I didn't even know existed. I..." Kurt's voice trailed off as tears started to surface around his eyes.

"I...I was ambushed. I heard someone yell something, I can't remember exactly, but suddenly my hands and feet were tied together and a scarf wrapped around my eyes blinded me. The person pushed me down and dragged me to an old, creaky bed frame with a worn-down mattress. They threw me down onto the bad and undid my pants while I started screaming, but no one came. The-Then... the-Th-they...they..."

Kurt started crying, reliving the encounter as if it had just occurred. His nose started to drip. He blew his nose quickly before finishing.
"...they raped me. I wouldn't have known who did it...but after it was all over and they had cum in my mouth, they ripped off the blind fold and gave me an evil smirk, and there, hovering over me, after just having his way with me, was Draco."

Kurt couldn't stop at this point. His face was in-between his hands as his whole body couldn't resist the urge of shaking.

Meanwhile, Blaine was shocked at the news. Here's this beautiful boy. Everyone in his own house hates him for being gay, instigated by some prick, who in turn, rapes him. What heartbreaking irony.

"Well what happened then?!"

"He...He..."

"Kurt. You have to tell me. What happened next?"

"He said that if I ever told a soul...he would personally kill not only me...but my family."

The room was silent for a moment while Kurt sobbed.

"I thought...maybe if I could get close to him, somehow, I will be able to put this whole thing behind me, and start to like him and that he would back off his threat...but this whole time he's just gotten more abusive."

Kurt rolled-up the sleeves of his robe to unveil two fresh, purple bruises.

"He's made me hate myself. He's made me think I'm cheap," was all Kurt said, but it killed Blaine. It ate him up inside. He had to say something.

Don't do it Anderson! Don't do it! Keep it to yourself!

"Kurt...you shouldn't hate yourself. None of this was your fault," began Blaine, going against his better judgment. But he just couldn't resist. Blaine poured his heart out with his half tear-filled eyes about to burst. "You were an innocent victim who was only trying to get his books for school when some punk-ass FUCK, who is too much of a FUCKING insecure, closeted-douche to get any, resorted to overpowering you to get you. I understand what you did, and honestly, I may have down the same thing if I were in your shoes. I just want you to know that, despite what you may think, you are actually the most beautiful person I've ever met. You carry the weight of the world on your shoulders with a smile. Not to mention your eyes that light-up the room that make your personality glow and can make any, seventeen year old, wizard-gay-boy, with a bit of a height deficiency have the hots for you. But even if you had none of that...even if you had none of those killers, to-die-for-qualities...at least you have courage, because most people, myself included, could never take the weight of the world on their shoulders and handle it so well as you have. And, I think the reason you were alienated from your house was because you were never meant to be there. It sounds like a Slytherin may have the mischievous factor and stupidity to rape a kid, but it takes a true Gryffindor to have the courage that you've displayed. "

Kurt couldn't contain himself. He hadn't been compliment like that, that many times in a row, ever. He hadn't felt this loved and appreciated in years. And he had never had a boy pour his heart out to him before and tell him how pretty he looks. For the first time in very long time, Kurt felt a burning desire to do something.

Kurt leaned in and kissed Blaine. Immediately, it was fireworks for the both of them.

Blaine loved the taste of Kurt's soft lips. They were smooth, while his tongue was rough. His mouth tasted like peppermints and coffee. Blaine loves coffee.

Blaine continued to kiss Kurt while he took off his robes. It was starting to get hot in here. What time was it? Blaine made a furtive glance towards the clock: 4:30. They had a while to go, but were in no rush to leave.

Kurt slid out of his robes as well. Blaine started sucking on Kurt's neck.

"Oh, right there. Yes. Right-UH!"

That was Kurt's favorite spot. Blaine thrusted himself forward upon Kurt as they toppled onto the ground. Blaine unbuttoned Kurt's shirt while he continued to suck on his neck.

He tastes so fucking good. I want him. I want him, now.

He ripped open Kurt's shirt to a display of the perfect mixture of pale, abs, and a pinch of fat. Kurt's slim physique was fucking sexy. Blaine ripped open his shirt as he pressed himself to Kurt.

Oh god. Their body heat felt amazing. Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine's shoulder while Blaine managed to slip out of his pants. He then let Kurt hold onto him while he unbuttoned and slid Kurt's tight jeans out of the way. While Kurt wiggled himself out of his jeans, Blaine could feel Kurt's pulsating erection against his body.

Holy shit. This needs to happen.

He had wanted to fuck Kurt since the moment he had met him at Kings Cross.

Both boys were left in their underwear. Kurt started bighting Blaine's right ear.

Shitt that felt good.

Blaine continued to suck on Kurt's neck until Kurt stopped and stared at Blaine.

They both had an intimate moment of just starring into each other's eyes: Kurt into Blaine's perfectly hazel eyes with his adorable smile and Blaine into Kurt's green beauties and his admiring smile.

"I haven't felt like this in...a long time," said Kurt.

"You deserve it. You're beautiful. I really mean it," said Blaine, admiringly.

"On the count of three?"

"Okay"

"One...."

"....Twoooo......"

"...THREE!"

They both ripped off their underwear, exposing themselves completely. Then they went at it. Blaine lifted Kurt into the air, wrapping his arms around him and backing him against the wall. His erection couldn't wait for anything, any longer. He slowly inserted his dick into Kurt as Kurt let out a deep sigh

He stood there for a moment while Kurt adjusted to having Blaine in him. Blaine bent his knees a little, still standing-up while Kurt's back was pinned against the wall, arms around Blaine's neck, legs just even with Blaine's abs, and bottom beginning to get fucked.

Blaine started off slow, and picked up the pace. He had never felt so good.

"How does that feel, baby?" Blaine asked.

"Keep calling me your baby," demanded Kurt. "Ohhhhh-fuuu...right there. Keep going. AHHH."

Blaine thrusted harder. His pelvis kept smacking against Kurt's soft, baby-skinned bottom every time he came in and out of him.

"Uh. Yeah. You like that, baby?"

"OHH. KEE-Keeep Going! Ahh. Yeah."

The warmth of Kurt was tantalizing for Blaine. Every time he entered, it just made him harder.

He continued to go at it, when he switched positions. This time, he carried Kurt over and flipped him onto his back, laying him on the lab tables.

"Uhhh. Like that? Huh? Yeah?"

Kurt gripped onto the table while Blaine started stroking his erection. God, it felt so good. He was so anxious. He got faster. And faster.

"Oh. Yeah. OH. KURT. OH. I'm Gunna Cum."

He pulled out and leapt onto the table, kneeling above Kurt's head. Kurt opened his mouth as Blaine continued to stroke his cock until finally, "AHHH. I'm Cumming!" and Blaine came deep into Kurt's mouth. Kurt sucked on Blaine for a while, trying to suck every last drop out before he licked his lips and smiled.

"That felt wonderful." Smiled Kurt. It was still only 6:00.

"We have enough time if you want me to be yours," said Blaine.

"I don't know about that one. I don't know if I can..."

"Sure you can. Here"

Blaine repositioned himself on the floor, lying completely flat on his stomach.

Damn, Kurt liked Blaine's ass. It was almost as big of a bubble butt as his. It looked hot.

"We can start off slow, if it helps you?" asked Blaine.

"And...and what exactly does that entail?"

"Finger me," said Blaine, quite blatantly.

Kurt blushed, but Blaine had already taken his fingers and directed him to his hole.

Kurt took a deep breath and counted to three in his head.

1...2...3....and Uh...well that felt good.

Kurt slid his index finger as far as it would go into Blaine's butt. Immediately, Blaine moaned. It was his first time he's had sex in quite some time so he was a little tight.

"Oh! I'm sorry! I'm not used to-"

"Don't worry, Kurt. You won't hurt me. Just go slow."

Kurt let Blaine get accustomed to his finger before slowly moving his finger a little. He picked up the speed, and then he added a second finger.

Suddenly, Kurt took his fingers out of Blaine, but pushed Blaine's head to the ground, gripping his beautiful, dark curls.

"Everything alriGHT!!"

"If there's one thing that bastard has taught me, it's never be afraid to use your tongue-anywhere."

Kurt had slid his tongue around Blaine's butt. He toyed with his hairs and took in the sweet, savory aroma. Ugh. Dam.

"Kurt-UH! That feels...magical!"

"Like that, Blaine?"

"More than you'll ever know."
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"ANDERSON"

Blaine, talking with his friends and Kurt at the Hufflepuff dining table, heard his last-name shouted with a stinging tone and turned around to find Malfoy.

There's that fucker. I thought he'd never arrive. This one's for Kurt

"Let's cut the crap. I don't like you and you don't like me. I saw how happy Kurt was when he came back from Detention...just admit it. You had my sloppy seconds."

Kurt blushed and bowed his head in shame. But Blaine stood there, head held high, and smirks on his face.

"Malfoy... any pitiful being that has the low enough self-esteem to rape another classmate for their own pleasures and threaten them has no rights to say what is sloppy and what is not because they are the filth and the scum of the Earth. So why don't you write all your little complaints about me, Kurt, gays, Hogwarts, and the world, take that piece of paper, and shove it so far up your ass that you get a reality check because this badger; this honey badger don't give a shit. Go whine to your dad after you're expelled. Like BYE, kay Bye."

Everyone around Blaine began applauding. Malfoy was pissed. He swung his fist at Blaine's cheek. Blaine ducked, just in time for Malfoy to miss and hit...oh shit. He hit Sue Sylvester.

Sue gave a slow, devilish turn as the dining hall grew quiet, and the light focused on the show at hand. Sue grabbed Malfoy by the arm and escorted him off the premises.

Sue heard all about Kurt's story. She wouldn't have just left the two unattended for hours without some sort of device to record them for evidence, in case anything fatal happened. Sue replayed the record and heard it all: Kurt's whole sob story, and the detailed account of Malfoy's rape and abuse (she also heard the beginning of Kurt and Blaine's moment...but decided to skip that part).

That morning, she contacted both Dumbledore and Malfoy's parents and told them the story. Malfoy was expelled from Hogwarts that morning and sent to Azkaban for a ten year sentence.


Blaine watched as Draco was kicked out. God, if that didn’t feel good. But why did Sue care so much? He chased after her as she went to her classroom.

“Ahh. Midget Boy. Talk with me.”

"Ms. Sylvester...though I am both extremely apologetic for what you had to hear and thankful for what you did, how did you manage to get Draco into Azkaban? I mean...what he did was bad but Azkaban?" Blaine asked later that morning, during their lunch breaks.

"You see Midget Boy, sometimes I have the heart of a dementor. My soul feeds off all things happy and enjoyable and turns them into a cold, dark slush. And it gives me the greatest pleasures in the world to see others suffer when I get to repeatedly make fun of their insecurities through various methods of taunting, hypnotizing, and torturing. But occasionally, once in a few blue moons, my heart acts like a regular wizard's heart and shows signs of compassion and rage. When I heard what that piece of scum did to Porcelain...I couldn't let that go unpunished."

Well, that kind of made sense. Oh well. It was the nicest thing she's ever said to him. He would take it with a grain of salt.

Just as Blaine was leaving, "oh, and Midget Boy?"

"Yes, Ms. Sylvester?"

"If I ever even hear about you or Porcelain doing what you two did in my classroom again...I will personally make the effort of coming to your dorm in the middle of a dark, cold night and chop your testicles off. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, Ms. Sylvester."

"Good. Now, skedaddle."

Blaine left the class to the surprise of Kurt, waiting outside with two large steaming cups of coffee.

"What's this?" said Blaine, surprised.

"Well...I figured even though we've already fooled around, that shouldn't prevent us from having a proper first date. I figure a nice walk around campus, maybe go watch a Quidditch match later, then head back to my dorm room couldn't hurt anyone."

"Wait. Are you asking me out?" laughed Blaine.

"You could say that."

Blaine smiled and took the cup of coffee. He extended his hand for his Unicorn. His journey had just begun and boy was it a good one.