Kurt watched the opposing Seeker as Mike Chang, their captain, shook hands with his Gryffindor counterpart. The boy was a new addition - Kurt remembered the disaster their last Seeker had been against Ravenclaw, a gangly boy with arms everywhere. Kurt had caught the Snitch in less than five minutes, and had coldly bitchfaced the boy for good measure. He wondered idly if their old Seeker had suffered some sort of nervous breakdown(he'd seemed like the twitchy type) or if Gryffindor had finally realized that he, to put it lightly, sucked.

This boy, on the other hand... well, Kurt wouldn't mind him sucking something. He flushed a little at his depraved thoughts, even as he not-so-subtly raked his gaze over the boy's muscled arms and easy smile. The dark-haired boy caught his eye, and as blue locked with hazel-gold, his opponent winked.

At him.

Kurt managed to calm his racing heart and pushed off hard as soon as Madam Bieste blew her whistle. Mike looked worried as he glanced towards his Seeker and then the other, forehead furrowed. Kurt rolled his eyes and pointed at the Quaffle, currently in Gryffindor Chaser Sam Evans' possession, and mimed a grab. Focus on your own part of the game, and I'll focus on mine.

He circled the pitch, noting how the other Seeker was shadowing him from some fifteen feet under. Kurt smirked and rocketed upwards, pasting on a well-practiced look of concentration. His opponent came rushing after him, but when Kurt slowed his broom and looped it around instead, he found his opponent grinning at his move.

"Well played!" the other Seeker yelled, and Kurt stiffened. This was when his opponent was supposed to become irritated and flustered and screw up. Not when he smiled jovially and congratulated him. Kurt huffed and spiraled downward, eyes darting to and fro for a sight of the Snitch.

He saw his opponent dive out of the corner of his eye and scoffed. Did he really think the same trick would work on Kurt? But as the commentary filtered into his ears - "it looks like he's seen it, Blaine Anderson has seen the Snitch!" - Kurt panicked. He pointed his broom downward and urged it to move faster, stretching the entire length of his body forward as he raced to catch up with Blaine.

He was too late. Blaine let out a triumphant roar and straightened out, the tiny Snitch caught fast in his fist. Kurt let out a few indecent words and landed, cheeks reddening with anger and a tinge of humiliation. Blaine was good. Blaine was very good - Kurt prided himself on being adept at spotting details, but clearly Blaine was in another league entirely. His team landed around him, Mike's frown having deepened even further, as the Gryffindors did a lap of celebration.

The Ravenclaw team trekked off to change, but Kurt stuck around. He didn't want to appear petulant - surely there was nothing wrong with congratulating his counterpart. Most of the Gryffindor team had landed and tramped away, chattering excitedly, by the time his opponent - Blaine - appeared.

Kurt took a deep breath and waved at him from the edge of the dressing rooms, his heart flipping strangely as Blaine beamed back and headed towards him. Kurt ducked into the room as a light rain began to fall, wondering if he should just leave. But before he could, Blaine had entered the dressing room with him. Kurt let out an indignant yelp.

"This is the Ravenclaw dressing room!" he spoke, frowning at Blaine. The curly-haired boy laughed, raindrops sparkling in his dark hair.

"It's fine," he responded cheerfully, reaching down and pulling off his robes in a fluid motion. Kurt felt his mouth go dry.

"C-congrats on your win," he stuttered, trying desperately to tear his eyes away from the smooth planes of Blaine's bare chest. Why wasn't he wearing an undershirt? Kurt thought hysterically. Blaine's smile widened and developed a bit of a mischievous edge.

"Thanks. You played pretty well too," he purred, moving a little closer. Kurt swallowed, his Adam's apple working furiously as he resisted the urge to step backwards. Hummels did not back down from anything. Blaine chuckled softly.

"Cat got your tongue? I've heard you're pretty vocal," he teased, moving even closer. Kurt exhaled sharply, his nerve endings singing with tension.

"I-I just wanted to congratulate you," he responded stiffly, fighting the thoughts coursing through his head of how good Blaine looked in just his tight thin pants that he wore under his robes. Blaine smiled again, and there was definitely something hungry in there.

"And how were you planning on congratulating me?" he asked softly, expectantly. His tone was velvet, but Kurt could see a flicker of hesitation in his eyes - and somehow, that was what sealed it for him. In a flash, he had Blaine pressed up against the wall, lips fastened to the side of his beautiful muscled neck. Blaine let out a breathy gasp, and as Kurt pulled his head away, he could see that Blaine's honey-gold eyes were dark with lust.

"I'm a gracious loser," Kurt spoke lowly, ducking back to nibble and suck at Blaine's neck. Blaine let out a long moan, hips thrusting up into Kurt's. Kurt smiled wolfishly against his warm skin.

"But rest assured, I don't plan on losing again."