#hogwarts!klaine

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Heyy, do anyone who remember a Harry Potter Quidditch fic of Klaine who Kurt is asked to be Gryffindor? Chaser and met Blaine (who is also a Chaser?) and then found out that Blaine was asked by his teamates to approach him. I think it's from fanfiction.net but I'm not suree

I’m pretty sure this is the Klaine fanfic you are looking for. The author removed all their fanfics from FF.net, but they are still posted on AO3. - HKVoyage

If That's What You Want by a_simple_rainbow

Kurt’s jaw drops in horror (or maybe it drops because at least his body knows he should be horrified at the mere suggestion of it) “You’re suggesting I…”

“Seduce him. Make him fall in love with you. Break his heart on the eve of the game. Render him useless…?” Sebastian shrugs casually, “If that’s what you think it’ll take.”

Kurt Hummel has a shot at being Captain for the Slytherin Quidditch team if only he agrees to take Hufflepuff's star Keeper out of the picture before the first big game. Of course, what he doesn't know - and would if he'd only watch a film (*any* romantic film, really) - is that it's probably the worst idea anyone has ever had for way too many reasons.

And as luck would have it, Blaine Anderson has overcome many obstacles in his life, only to come out on top, but one he has never managed to get past...? His completely hopeless crush on Kurt Hummel.

(Hogwarts Klaine AU)

Note: Part 1 of If That's What You Want

[bitbybitwrites]

study date - Klaine Hogwarts!AU

Originally this was a bit of a false start for my fic, Advanced Potions

The original prompt was "hogwarts!au + 4. meet messy + 6. "what is that?"

But I felt it wasn't messy enough, so I went in another direction. But I recently found it in my drafts, and thought it was a nice little drabble to share.

Enjoy!

You can read it on A03 or down below.

For @shame-is-a-wasted-emotion

NOTE: This takes place in the same AU as Advanced Potions - just during their seventh year at Hogwarts. They are about 17/18 yrs old

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"Get your hands off me!"

The sound of a scuffle had Kurt look up from his reading. 

To be honest, Divination was such a bore of a class.  It's not like he needed to learn anything new about it.  Kurt had all of his mother's crystals, divination tools, and journals tucked away in her old trunk up in the attic of their home. He could read tea leaves and scry with the best of them. He had long ago lost focus on the chapter Professor Holiday had assigned them for the evening, so at this point, any other distraction would be welcome.

Even if it was prefect duties.  

"Oh, stop whining, Mudblood." he heard another voice growled.

"Let go!" the muffled voice called out.  "Let go of me!"

Kurt recognized the voices of the perpetrators and, fuming, whipped out his wand, slipped out from behind the tree he was leaning against, and stalked toward them.

As suspected, there they were: Karofsky and Azimio, the two most ridiculous, thickheaded idiots the Wizarding World had to offer who were also the two beaters on the Slytherin quidditch team. They had apparently decided to take up practice off the pitch and use some unsuspecting student as a stand-in bludger. Some unsuspecting Hufflepuff, it looked like, from the color of their robes, which were tossed over their head.

"Now, now, boys, "Kurt said as he brandished his wand path the scene before him. "I think we'll have enough of that.  You should move on."

Azimio sneered, peering down at Kurt.  "Of course, you would stand up for this one." The large student shook the smaller Hufflepuff roughly.  "You're no different.  Sticking with your own kind, Hummel?"

Karofsky laughed, and his grip tightened on their victim's robes. "That's right. You're another Mudblood, aren't you, Hummel?"

Kurt's eyes narrowed.  Suddenly, his arm flashed, and the two bullies yelped out in pain, dropping the Hufflepuff, who landed on the ground with a soft bounce. 

"Now, move on," Kurt warned, ready to throw more stinging jinxes their way.  "And you can be sure that I'll be reporting your behavior to Headmistress Sylvester. That outdated language died with the last Wizarding War.  She doesn't take kindly to anyone badmouthing or mistreating anyone with Muggle parentage."

Karosfy and Azimio growled and stormed off towards Hogsmeade, rubbing their sore hands and muttering under their breath.

"Are you OK?"  

Kurt leaned over to check the Hufflepuff, who remained on the ground. The student chose to stay still and buried in their robes instead.  This worried Kurt, who then knelt down to take a closer inspection.

"Are you injured?  I can take you to the infirmary.  Madame Pillsbury can look you over.  She can be a bit too thorough with her cleansing spells regarding small scrapes and such sometimes, but she'll fix you up quickly."

The student, still avoiding Kurt's gaze, mumbled. "I'm . . . fine.  Thanks."

Kurt now recognized that voice. His expression softened as he heard the American pronunciation of the words. Though it had been a couple of years since the exchange student from Ilvermony had transferred to Hogwarts, he still sounded like he stepped off the plane from New York.

Kurt adjusted his position so he was sitting next to the student.  He gently intertwined his fingers with theirs and said softly.  "Blaine, seriously.  Are you hurt?  Did they do anything to you?"

Hazel eyes turned to look back at him.  "No.  I'm fine." Blaine sighed and shrugged his shoulders.  "I wish they would just leave me alone.  I haven't done anything to them.  And as much as I don't like my father either, I don't like how they keep treating me like being half Muggle is a bad thing. It's not."

"Hey.  I know that.  I'm in the same boat, mister." Kurt said, squeezing his hand tighter.

"Some days, I wish I had listened to my mother and transferred to Mahoutokoro instead of Hogwarts after the divorce.  If I was, I'd be closer to our relatives in the Philippines." Blaine grumbled, slightly pouting.

Kurt gave Blaine a soft smile and brushed his curls off his forehead with his free hand.  "But if you did, we never would have met." Kurt reminded him.

Blaine sighed deeply, "Well, at least you're one of the good things that came out of coming to England."

Kurt squawked and shoved Blaine slightly.  "One of the things?  I thought I was the only thing?" he teased.

Laughing, Blaine pushed Kurt right back.  "Well, there is Honeydukes and Fortescue's. . ." he said, his eyes twinkling.

"Blaine Devon Anderson, if you are trying to tell me that I come in last against a cauldron cake, I am so going to jinx you into next week. I can't believe I lose out to your sweet tooth." Kurt pulled out his wand and mock-threatened the Hufflepuff with it, pouting.

Blaine cackled as he tackled the Slytherin prefect to the ground, pinning his wrists down with his hands.  He smiled as he began nuzzling Kurt's beautiful neck slowly making his way to that sweet spot just behind Kurt's left ear.  "Oh, you definitely come first.  Aren't I generous like that?"

Kurt whimpered as he felt Blaine settle on top of him.  "Not fair, Anderson, you're playing dirty.  Maybe they sorted you into the wrong house after all."

"Well, we could make good use of this cushioning charm," Blaine said as he continued mouthing at Kurt's neck.  "Thanks for that, by the way.  Didn't want to bruise my ass falling on these rocks when they dropped me."

"Well, I think that would have been a shame, "Kurt murmured as his hands roamed under Blaine's robes, pulling him closer.

[justgleekout]

Do people even still like Hogwarts!klaine?

[lalalenii]

20 Questions For Fic Writers

I was tagged by the incredible @daughterofhecata

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

31 (and it's officially more ddf than glee at this point!)

2. What’s your total A03 word count?

100,400 THIS IS NOT PLANNED I SWEAR

3. What fandoms do you write for?

DDF, I used to write glee, harry potter and twilight as well

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

By Your Side (320)

Literary Love (264) my first fic on ao3!

Dom/Esticity (208)

Date Night (186)

Introduction (161)

y'all like your d/s klaine I see

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes! People take time out of their day to comment, so I want to appreciate that. Though I sometimes forget. Also I kinda hate that ao3 counts op replies as comments

6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Probably Eine Intervention? I don't do that much angst, usually it's h/c

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

90 % of my endings are happy but I feel like the bobxliz is very fluffy

8. Do you get hate on your fic?

Not that I can remember!

9. Do you write smut?

yesss not a lot but I do (did). Not at the point where I feel comfortable writing ddf smut I think

10. Do you write crossovers?

I did write a Harry Potter/twilight crossover once where Carlisle gets hired in Hogwarts to do sex education.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I don't think - or hope - so!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic?

I co-translated once!

14. What‘s your all-time favourite ship?

don't really have one atm, though probably still klaine?

15. What’s the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

the late 1800s ddf au I still haven't started

16. What’s your writing strengths?

Atmosphere

17. What’s your writing weaknesses

Wanting to post immediately and not letting the writing sit to edit later

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I used to write in English all the time and I feel like the writing holds up pretty well!

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Harry Potter & Twilight

20. Favourite fic you’ve ever written?

I'm still very proud of my Blaine big bang Turn it All Around and also Eine Intervention

tagging @joanthangroff

[sillyname30]

I just listened to the latest episode of and that's what you really missed on Glee.

Kevin said a couple of people think that they hate Klaine. (more than a couple) People think that they are skipping over storylines and that they effectively hate Darren and/or Blaine. Jenna said that's crazy. Sometimes it's easy to gloss over storylines because it's a constant. (not true. Since I started to watch just one episode to write a recap in preparation for the podcast, I noticed that there isn't that much Klaine.)

Kevin said that they gloss over a lot of storylines (true) and that they don't have a lot of personal involvement with that storyline. Jenna thinks people got the impression that they don't like Klaine because they didn't like the box scene. (not true. It started in season 2 when Jenna said she hated the Warblers because they were stealing their screen time. I mean the Warblers are basically Blaine. And they almost completely ignored Klaine through season 2.)

They both said that they love Blaine, Klaine and Chris and Darren. (I believe them that they like Chris and Darren, but I don't believe them that like Blaine and Klaine. I don't know if they are lying to themselves or us.)

Later Jenna said there is a whole Tina/Blaine thing coming up and she likes it. She also likes the Tina/Blaine/Sam thing. (I believe that.)

Most of the questions/answers weren't that intersting to me. I started making notes, but it was a little boring and I couldn't understand everything. So maybe I missed something good.

Which character would they be friends with in real life? Kevin: Tina, Kurt, Mercedes, Sam. Jenna: Artie, Kurt, Mercedes, Sam, Finn. Kevin said he has a really hard time to separate the person and the character. (We noticed that in the recap episodes.)

Kevin said that one of his favorite things about Darren still is that Darren would take naps all day. He will be forever in awe that he could do that. Kevin was dying of tireness and Darren is someone who doesn't need sleep. He can just do naps and he is completely fine. He can get up and give a great performance. (I guess we got a Darren story to prove that he doesn't hate Darren. I never thought he hates Darren.)

What Broadway musical would they like do together? Jenna said Dear Evan Hansen. Kevin auditioned for that, but didn't get the role.

Their Hogwart house? Both Hufflepuff. („Hufflepuffs are particularly good finders.“ I have to put a Starkid quote in here.)

Most intersting: Amber is coming up as a guest.

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Advanced Potions - Hogwarts!AU (Klaine fic)

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/QI7R9jY by bitbybit (puttingittogether) Words: 2357, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 6 of A Little Bit of This, A Little Bit of That Fandoms: Glee, Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Kurt Hummel, Blaine Anderson Relationships: Blaine Anderson/Kurt Hummel Additional Tags: Hogwarts!au

[blurglesmurfklaine]

Hogwarts!Klaine, made for the lovely @finnmcnamhaira for the 2020 gleewatch holiday gift exchange

“I should have known we’d end up lost in the snow when I agreed to go on a date with a Griffyndor.”

“Oh, hush. Hufflepuffs are particularly good finders, aren’t they? Why don’t you help me find our path to Hogsmeade, Blaine?”

“You’re too cute to be this insufferable.”

“I think I see the path clearing up ahead. Come on, first butterbeer’s on me!”

[t-sketches]

[darecrisss]

here’s some sims hogwarts!klaine using @mlyssimblr‘s pack

[tumbld-out-of-my-bed]

Kurt's Patronus is a bird and no one can tell me otherwise.

[fiercestpurpose]

had a dream i was reading a really good christmas-themed klaine fic and i haven’t been able to stop thinking about it all morning. i want it.

[klaineccfanficlibrary]

Do you any fics where its one sided enemies to lovers? Like Kurt doesn’t like Blaine but Blaine likes Kurt and tries to get Kurt to like him?

If That's What You Want by a_simple_rainbow

Kurt’s jaw drops in horror (or maybe it drops because at least his body knows he should be horrified at the mere suggestion of it) “You’re suggesting I…”

“Seduce him. Make him fall in love with you. Break his heart on the eve of the game. Render him useless…?” Sebastian shrugs casually, “If that’s what you think it’ll take.”

Kurt Hummel has a shot at being Captain for the Slytherin Quidditch team if only he agrees to take Hufflepuff's star Keeper out of the picture before the first big game. Of course, what he doesn't know - and would if he'd only watch a film (*any* romantic film, really) - is that it's probably the worst idea anyone has ever had for way too many reasons.

And as luck would have it, Blaine Anderson has overcome many obstacles in his life, only to come out on top, but one he has never managed to get past...? His completely hopeless crush on Kurt Hummel.

(Hogwarts Klaine AU)

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Sabotage by chasingkerouac

The NYADA Adam’s Apples know that the stiffest competition for Nationals this year will come from their very own neighbor, the NYU Vocal Effects. Kurt, a member of the Adam’s Apples, knows that the path to victory runs straight through Vocal Effects' newest musical weapon -- Blaine Anderson. Sure practice makes perfect, but sometimes a competition this important calls for a little… sabotage.

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The Hating Game (orphaned account)

Blaine can count on one hand the amount of people he has hated in his life. But Kurt Hummel is definitely The Worst.

Or: That co-workers AU where they hate each other (until they don't)

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Bites by Foxxed

Kurt Hummel is a Chef de Cuisine with a tongue as sharp as his knife. But when the restaurant across the street finally opens, Kurt is confronted with an old culinary school rival - the always smiling and opera-singing Italian Chef Blaine Anderson and things are about to heat up faster than the average stove.

[ETA] Here is another suggested fic.

An Improbable Fiction by @quizasvivamos

Kurt and Blaine are both theatre/performance arts majors at NYADA. When a group of seniors decide to put on a traditional all-male production of William Shakespeare’s Twelfth Night, Kurt and Blaine go up against each other for the male lead. When Kurt gets cast as the lead role he didn't want opposite his rival Blaine, drama ensues and life begins to imitate art.

[bitbybitwrites]

For the prompt game: 2,4,6

2. hogwarts!au + 4. meet messy + 6. "what is that?"

Sorry for the delay in response . . life is way too crazy, but here's a little Hogwarts!Klaine for you, @shame-is-a-wasted-emotion

(I've pretty much given up on the"stick to a drabble" part of this challenge . . 😂)

NOTE:

1.)In this fic the students are in their 5th year at Hogwarts- about 16 years of age.

2.) I added a number of links to things I referred to in the HP world that perhaps folks not familiar with it might not understand

******

The sound of the explosion was near deafening.

Kurt really should have seen it coming, but he was trying to just keep his head down and quietly read from an Advanced Potions textbook he discovered in a back cupboard of the classroom.  Professor Scheuster, the German Potions Master that had been hired by Hogwarts some time ago to fill the void Professor Snape had left after he perished in the Second Wizarding War, was busy expounding on the trials and tribulations of potion making in modern day Britain.

Kurt rolled his eyes. The new potions master was passible at the very least when it came to his competency levels as a teacher.  He failed to really pay attention to his students most of the time in class (favoring one or two of them constantly). Scheuster’s lessons were so mind-numbingly boring, and ridiculously easy ( by Kurt’s standards), that Kurt found he needed to find his own some sort of intellectual stimulation if he was to sit through the class.

So his own secret, independent studies began.

In all honesty, during most Potions classes, Kurt found it best to just tune out the monotone droning of Professor Scheuster.  Kurt would quickly and easily finish the class assignments so as not to raise suspicion, before slipping out his new/old textbook and begin either note taking or potion making of his own accord.

He was a Slytherin after all.

When he first was sorted into the house, Kurt was personally affronted that he wasn’t a Ravenclaw like his mother had been.  His father had then pointed out how resourceful, determined and ambitious he was, Kurt really couldn’t argue. Well,  did argue with the cunning characteristic, but here he was in class getting away with teaching himself far advanced potion techniques right under his oblivious professor’s nose.

So maybe he was in the right house after all.

Kurt was just in the middle of reading the part of the chapter where it was extolling the various uses of boomslang skin -  the one in polyjuice potion  was most fascinating to Kurt. 

That’s when it happened.

He heard a scuffle behind him, as well as some muttered curses and a few clattering sounds as someone’s table got upended and items fell to the floor.  Just as Kurt turned his head, he saw a flash of green, then yellow and then purple and then:

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOM.

When the smoke had finally cleared, a foul stench had filled the air and Kurt felt a sticky, slimy substance start to ooze from his head down the back of his robes.  Oh god, it was gross.

Professor Scheuster groaned.  “Is anyone injured?”

As the ooze began to tingle, then burn down the back of his neck, Kurt quickly raised his hand and at the same time he heard behind him:

“I think I may have to go to see the school matron -  I mean nurse . .”

“It’s Madame Pillsbury, you twat,” another voice behind Kurt sneered.

Kurt  looked over his shoulder and saw the new Ilvermony transfer student covered in the same slime, though mostly on his face and yellow robes.  The boy’s eyes were screwed shut, his dark, curly hair matted with the dark greenish goo.  Kurt could only hope whatever got on the both of them didn’t get in his eyes.

“Professor,” Kurt piped up. “I need to see the matron as well.  Something is burning down my neck.  I can take him.”

The potions master nodded and waved off the rest of the students as he began to cast air purifying charms in the space. “Go, go, Hummel.  The rest of you, just finish the reading and we’ll continue on this next time. Don’t forget I want  2 feet of parchment next time on the uses of the alihotsy plant.  We will be working with Professor Longbottom in the greenhouses next class harvesting what we need for your next potion.”

The rest of the class began muttering and sighing as they shuffled out of the room.  Kurt had to cast a quick scourgify on his book bag and robes as well as the transfer student’s. A quick Wingardium Leviosa was muttered to assure they would stay close, before leading the near blind boy towards the stair case that brought students up from the dungeons.

“Thank you,“ the student  mumbled as he slowly walked beside Kurt, slightly shuffling his feet.  “The day was going downhill anyway.  Might as well just add getting doused in whatever this is as a cherry on top of the proverbial shit sundae that is my life.”

Kurt snickered.  “That bad?”

The boy sighed.  “Ever since I got here those guys just won’t let me catch a break.  Yesterday they spelled my shoes to stay stuck to the floor of my bedroom.  I was nearly late to my first classes because it took me forever to get them loose.  Fucking Slytherins,” he muttered under his breath

Kurt tensed up next to him.  “Well, that sort of house animosity is frowned upon -  you do know that Headmistress  Sylvester herself is a Slytherin.”

Blaine, mumbled quickly to back track.  “I’m sorry .  . .I don’t mean all of them are like that. Its just. . .well, if there are any guys here at the school who would be walking stereotypes of what we all read about Slytherins in the states - it would be those two. “

Kurt couldn’t disagree.  “I’m sorry they haven’t been nice to you.  Some of the old families are just too damn stubborn and stuck in their ways.  That sort of mode of thinking is outdated -  a superiority of one house over another - the 'purity of blood' myth - it’s disgusting.”

“Yeah, they’ve been on my case about that a lot too.  Not to my face, more like under their breath, but they make sure they are loud enough for me to hear it.  My dad is a No-Maj . . I, uh you call them Muggles . . . so . .”

“Mine too.”

“Oh,” Blaine gave Kurt a sad smile.  “I hope they don’t give you trouble about not being a pureblood.”

“I’d like to see them try," sniffed Kurt.  “I am a prefect.  They mostly stay out of my way because of that.”

“Lucky, “ Blaine told him.  “I wish I could be one too if that’s the case.  Right now it’s hard enough being a new student from another country and all the . . .”

Blaine’s statement was cut short as his shoe caught a  notch in the stone floor and he lost his balance, tipping forward.  Flailing his arms to try to keep his balance,  he yelped, trying to reach out to find something to hold on to to stop his downward descent.

And unfortunately, the only thing around was Kurt.

Blaine grasped  Kurt’s robe tugging so sharply that Kurt fell down along with him, maneuvering just enough to protect Blaine’s face from contacting first with the stone beneath them. Both boys toppled over, but didn’t hit the floor, and found themselves suspended over the hard surface by just a few inches.

Blaine had ended up falling right on top of Kurt, who nose was then bombarded with the scent of newly ground cinnamon, fresh raspberries and parchment paper.  Kurt’s heart started racing. He was positive that was the exact combination he inhaled when he attempted a small test batch of Amortentia in the prefect’s bathroom last week.

“Are . . are you ok?” Kurt whispered, trying not to have a mental freak out from having an extremely cute boy (Kurt wasn’t blind, he’d been keeping tabs on Blaine ever since he first walked into the Great Hall to be sorted months ago.) lying right on top of him in the middle of the school corridor.

“Um, yeah, “ Blaine quietly said back, turning a slightly red as he realized what he had landed on.  “Oh god . . I’m so sorry . . .I, um, I should . .”

“You both should get up,“ a snarky voice told them.  “Kurt, I doubt the Headmistress would approve of doing the horizontal mambo with your pocket sized pal here in full view of the rest of the school.”

“Ooooh, you’ve found another dolphin, Kurt!” another voice followed in response.

“Dolphin?” Blaine asked as he felt himself hauled back to his feet.

“Don’t ask,” Kurt muttered under his breath. “Just go with it.”

“And you’re welcome . . . “ 

Kurt rolled his eyes as he turned to his fellow Slytherin prefect.  “Yes, thank you for the cushioning charm, Santana.”

“Thank you, “ Blaine said as he reached out forward trying to find Kurt. “I’m grateful not to fall on my face.”

Santana smirked as she saw Kurt gently take Blaine’s hand and turn him in the right direction. “De nada, short stuff.  We’ll be seeing you around.” Santana took hold of her girlfriends’s hand and started to lead her in the opposite direction.

“If you happen to find my diricawl,” Brittany called out to them as they walked away.  “Let me know!”

*****

As Kurt led Blaine into the infirmary, Blaine leaned closer to ask, “And what’s a diricawl?  Should I be worried?  Will it explode?”

Kurt chuckled.  “I certainly hope not.  But with Brittany you can never be sure exactly what she’s talking about. She’s sweet though and means well.  She’s a Hufflepuff too, in case you run in to her in your common room.”

A small shriek suddenly alerted them to Madame Pillsbury’s presence.  She nearly fainted when she walked into the Infirmary and saw the boys waiting there patiently covered in the viscous goo, some of it dripping off their heads and onto her pristine floor.

The next few hours were a blur of charms and chants, and maybe a few softly muttered swears from both Kurt and Madame Pillsbury.

But after the burn healing paste did its work and the last Leniter Emundare was uttered, Blaine finally felt brave enough, with the prodding from the matron, and soft encouragement from Kurt, to finally open his eyes.

He blinked a few times to get used to the lights, or rather candle light.  They must have been there for quite some time. 

“How do you feel?” 

“Great,“ Blaine began, turning to address his classmate. “I . .”

Blaine’s voice caught in his throat.  It was him.

The boy in his Advanced Potions class that Blaine had never had the courage to approach.  

He was there. 

He was the one Blaine had been talking to this whole time. 

He was beautiful.

“Kurt?” Blaine asked, a smile blooming on his face.

“Hi,“ Kurt replied, a slight blush dusting his cheek. “I’m so glad you're OK.”

“I’m glad you’re OK too.  Thank you for bringing me to the infirmary,” Blaine said “You didn’t have to.”

Kurt hummed.  “Well, I did want to prove that all of us Slytherins aren’t all that bad.”

Blaine turned bright red and groaned in embarrassment.  “Oh god, I’m so sorry about that earlier,” he sighed.  “I’m an idiot.  Forgive me?”

Kurt’s smiled again.  He couldn’t deny that Blaine’s puppy dog eyes and sad pout wasn’t melting his heart just a bit.  “All is forgiven,“ he said.

That smile.  What Blaine wouldn’t give to have Kurt smiling at him like that all the time.   A warm, bubbly feeling  in his stomach began to bloom, soon then followed by the quick beating of his heart as he stared into Kurt’s blue eyes.  He half wondered if there were some unknown effects from that last potions mishap.

Madame Pillsbury broke into their small intimate moment with another shriek.  “What is that?!”

Kurt and Blaine followed her gaze to see an odd sort of looking bird creature rooting it’s stubby beak amongst the matron’s perfectly stacked piles of bandages and upending the gleaming shelf filled with jars of unguents and bottles of elixirs.  The bird squawked loudly as it saw the school matron run towards it, her hands waving around as she tried to scare the creature out of her infirmary.

The mysterious bird quickly uttered yet another squawk before disappearing suddenly with a loud pop.  It reappeared a few seconds later right in Blaine’s lap.  The bird looked up at Blaine with soft, dark eyes and cooed, nuzzling its head into Blaine’s robes.

“Out!  Out!” shrieked Madame Pillsbury as she began to fuss and re-organize the mess the bird had made of her healing supplies.  “Out and take that bird with you!”

Kurt groaned and grabbed their book bags while Blaine, with his arms wrapped carefully around the bird , hopped off the examination table.  Both boys quickly ran out of the Infirmary before the school matron could get more upset with them.

Rounding the corner of the nearest corridor, Blaine collapsed onto the floor.  Kurt soon joined him, his back resting against the stone wall.  They looked at each other and burst out laughing.

“Oh god, Kurt, “ Blaine asked as he watched the bird creature seem to snuggle down into his lap.  “What is this thing?  And what on earth do we do with it?”

Kurt snickered.  “I think it really likes you,” he teased Blaine.

The bird cooed again as it laid it’s head on Blaine’s chest.  Kurt could swear the thing was giving Blaine the biggest heart eyes an animal could manage.

“It really, really likes you.” Kurt couldn’t help it -  he snorted loudly.

Blaine sighed. “At least one thing likes me at this school.”

“Oh I wouldn’t be so sure, “Kurt said, his eyes twinkling. “I think there might be someone else who might be interested in you as well.”

“Oh, is that so?” Blaine said, a grin again playing at the corners of his mouth.

“I have it on good authority.  Prefect’s honor.” Kurt murmured as he nudged Blaine’s shoulder with his own.

“Come on, “ Kurt held out his hand and hauled Blaine to his feet.  “Let’s go find Brittany.  I’m pretty sure this is what she and Santana have been searching the corridors for.”

Blaine secured the bird under one arm and held out his free hand to Kurt. 

“Promise not to lose me?  I’m still getting used to all these corridors and moving staircases and all.”

“Don’t worry,” said Kurt as they intertwined their fingers.  “I’m never saying good bye to you.”

*******

END NOTES:

1.)I made up a spell bc I really think a scourgify seemed a bit harsh to use in an infirmary.  Especially when thinking about cleaning wounds and delicate organs like eyes.  So I created this:  leniter emundare -  which supposedly means gently cleanse (Latin)

I don’t know Latin, so I used Google translate.  I apologize if its incorrect!

2.) Yeah, poor Blaine, as an older student transfer (yeah, in my AU that can happen!) got sorted with all the first years. Leave it up to Headmistress Sylvester to enjoy the embarassment of any older students and had that happen instead of sorting them privately in her office.

If anyone else wants to play - AU+Trope+Prompt Game.

[incorrectklainequotes]

Kurt: Goodnight!

Blaine: Goodnight!

*Kurt turns the light off*

Blaine: Do you ever think about how illogical it is for all of America to only have one magic school?

Kurt: ...

Blaine: I mean think about it. The United States is a huge country. How can they fit all of those students in one place? Wouldn’t you think that every state needs it’s own school?

Kurt: I don’t care about Ilvermorny right now, B. I just want to sleep.

Blaine: Okay...

Blaine: But like, do they all have to take the same train to school? How does that work?

[booksandfandomsandfeelsohmy]

I’m having a lot of feelings going back and looking at old fanfiction

It was a simpler time back then. Everyone would post recs and scream when a popular fic would update and the authors intereacted with the readers. And now everyone is gone and some have taken their fics with them and I’m just a sad old fan. I can’t be the only one. Right?

[fuckmartinaddisonman]

Blaine: Wow, I can’t believe we’re at Hogwarts!

Kurt: That’s Buckingham Palace. Hogwarts is fictional, you know that right? It’s important to me that you know that.