[A/N: This originally started as a drabble prompted by a piece of Quidditch!Klaine art by Laertena, on tumblr, depicting the Warblers in their rightful place as the Gryffindor Team. It then rapidly spiraled into a series depicting Kurt/Blaine's relationship in the context of my version of the Hogwarts universe. Only incidental characters from the HP universe will appear - this is Klaine in that 'verse, not a "crossover" per se. This does not adhere to the books, as I'm sure you have gathered.
The beautiful artwork (as well as the original posts of the chapters) can be found linked on the masterlist on my tumblr, which is also linked here, in my profile.
I hope you enjoy.]
"Right," Wes said, rubbing his hands together in a manner that could only be described as gleeful. "We have the big match on Saturday, so it's time for all of us to focus. Focus - do you hear me Jeff?"
"Why are you picking on me?" the beater asked. "Nick is the one who is -"
"Stop squabbling," Wes commanded. "I need everyone to be their best." He began pacing frantically. "Now, I know some of us are busier than normal this year, but I'm stepping up the practices, starting today. Three hours in the morning, three at night -"
"Wes, that's insane," someone objected.
"Dude, you can't do that," someone else added.
"We do have lives, you know," a third person reminded him.
Wes just glared at them for a minute.
"Well I am sorry," he said, not without a certain amount of sass, "if your busy social lives are interrupted by my valuing the honor of our house. Excuse me if I care about us winning. Excuse me if I presume that my teammates are willing to sacrifice a little of their time to make sure that Gryffindor triumphs on Saturday, and that idiot -"
"Wes," David said reasonably, leaning back against the wall of the locker room, "you know that's not what we're saying."
"You know we care," Nick added, hitting Jeff over the head with his bat as he tried to steal one of the chips he was eating.
"It's not about that," Trent affirmed, twisting his gloves in his hand. "But six hours a day? That's a lot of time."
Wes looked around, then thought for a minute. "Blaine, you're quiet."
The dark haired boy looked up from his parchment and blushed. "Sorry, what?"
The group collectively rolled their eyes. "Another love note, Anderson?" Wes asked. "Really?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," he hedged, shoving the parchment into his pocket.
Wes rolled his eyes. "Of course you don't. I'm sure what you were doing was plotting strategy, and not at all reading the fifth owl-delivered note in the last hour from the new - Jeff, Nick, what on earth are you doing?"
The two paused mid whispered conversation. "Nothing," Nick said.
"Absolutely nothing," Jeff affirmed with what he believed was a disarming grin.
Wes sighed deeply. "Go shower and rest, all of you. I'll see you in the morning. 7am!"
There was a collective groan as people started to file out of the locker room.
"Hey," Wes clapped Blaine on the shoulder as they walked down the corridor, "David, Thad and I are going to watch Lord of the Rings tonight. You in?"
He hesitated. "Actually, I can't… I have… I have a thing to meet. I mean, do. I mean… I'm supposed to be -"
Wes tried to stop himself from smiling. "Would this thing happen to be a countertenor from -"
"I should get going," he said. "I don't want to be late."
Wes watched him run off down the hall towards the Gryffindor common room, then smiled and caught up to David and Thad.
He'd decided he liked this new kid. Anyone who made his friend (and the best seeker he'd ever seen) smile like Kurt Hummel did…
Well, he hoped it worked out. It seemed like Blaine wanted this, cared a lot, and it was really good to see… even if he was a little distracted sometimes.
He suddenly frowned. He was all for it, and all, but if Blaine hadn't woken up a little by Saturday he was going to have to take Jeff and Nick aside and ask them to keep an eye on him.
He didn't want Blaine to get a bludger to the head in his lovedrunk haze, after all.
Then they'd never win the house cup.
Oh, yeah. And Blaine would be hurt. That would suck.