Hey, guys! Missed me? Hope so :(

So, I guess I have to apologize for making you guys wait too long. Life went in the way too much :(

First my computer broke down, and then some jerk got caught playing games at school and our class had our laptops confiscated, and after that the notebook that I was writing stuff in disappeared(and is yet to appear) and I'm 2 weeks away from finals. Boo.

So yeah, I'm dying here. So don't hate me too much if it wasn't worth the wait, I tried my best.

Per usual, I don't own glee nor Hogwarts. Bleh...


~Blaine POV

Christmas break was soon over to Blaine's relief. It wasn't that it was particularly disturbing, especially with his newfound friendship with Puck, life had gotten considerably brighter. There was nothing in particular that a talk with Puck couldn't fix. He seemed to be the expert in douchebag parents, and his advices were the epitome of helpful.

Also, he was helpful in the way that resulted in his second train ride together with Kurt. Well, Mercedes did look at him like he was a piece of a very interesting artifact and Rachel did sulk in the corner during the whole ride…. But nothing could compare to Santana. She had this haughty, judging look on her face throughout but he often caught her looking at him like a piece of meat. That had made him particularly uncomfortable.

But overall, the ride was wonderful. Especially when Kurt started to explain in detail about how he went all overboard in the household mini-feast, they laughed so hard that they were pretty sure that the people on the other end of the train could hear it.

"Are we there already?" Santana remarked, looking outside the window, which was enveloped in pitch-black darkness.

"Looks like it." Rachel grumbled, and stood up to gather her stuff.

"Rach, stop being a broken record, Hudson so isn't worth it. Let him be happy with Fabray." Puck groaned, a little sadly, Blaine noticed. Rachel just glared at him, gaze lingering longer than probably necessary. Blaine thought that it was a little weird, but let it go.

"Come on babe, we would need to practice one last time before we go to bed." Kurt called to Blaine, holding both of their bags.

Blaine scurried to him, trying to take his bags from him. "Yeah, of course. You don't need to hold my bags, I'll do it…."

Kurt just scoffed jokingly. "Don't be stupid, Blaine. Puck told me all about how you had to live with two douchebags during the whole holidays. You deserve a little sympathy." Everyone laughed at that.

Blaine turned to glare at Puck. "You TOLD him?"

"Hey, don't blame me! He demanded that I send him every little of your life details…. Probably to keep up with the fantasies when he has a little 'alone time' with little Ku-"

"PUCK!" Kurt yelled, blushing furiously at Puck's little innuendo. Puck just threw him a smirk that Kurt responded with a bitch glare.

"Come on, let's go before we're late. Kurt, Blaine, I thought you had to practice?" Mercedes quipped smartly, and everyone scurried to get their luggage before they set off for the castle. Kurt and Blaine excused themselves when they were in front of the Great Hall, in pretense of some last minute check-ups.

"God, Kurt. I'm so nervous I think I might puke. God, has anyone literally died on stage?" Blaine whispered to Kurt once they were behind the curtains of the stage. He was feeling nauseous and his nerves were getting to him. Kurt just smiled at him.

"Blaine, I know you're going to be great. You will always be, no matter what. Least in my eyes. So don't worry, I won't ever stop loving you." Kurt smirked slightly before landing a chaste kiss on his boyfriend's lips.

When they broke apart, Blaine spoke again. "But Kurt, what if I forget the words onstage? Or I forget the words to the song? Don't judge me, you're such a wonderful singer that you won't ever have to worry about it, but it's really just my second time singing in front of people…" Kurt giggled, before taking Blaine's hand into his own.

"Well, I, for one, think it's adorable. I think you're adorable. And I know that you're going to kill it, no matter what. So stop worrying, it's going to be great." Blaine pouted slightly, and opened his mouth to retort when Kurt blurted out, "God, I love you."

A wonderful silence spread between them, Blaine looking as though he was choking on his breath. "….Love you too, Kurt."

Kurt smiled at his boyfriend's answer, and waited comfortably for the curtains to rise, giving his hand a small squeeze when it started to reel upwards.

~Kurt POV

Kurt would never admit it, but he was really nervous. If Blaine wasn't standing there, fidgeting with all his gorgeous glory, he might have not been distracted. But his boyfriend was looking more beautiful than ever and he couldn't really help staring. But the curtains were going up, revealing a mass of applauding students, and he really had to get his head together.

The lights shone, and the music started blaring. This was the moment. They did a little stride-dance around the stage then Blaine started singing, loud and clear.

Oh, the weather outside is frightful

But the fire is so delightful

And since we've no place to go

Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow

Kurt danced around Blaine, who was following him with his eyes. Kurt winked, and sang his own part.

It doesn't show signs of stoppin'

And I've bought some corn for poppin'

The lights are turned way down low,

Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow

Then they were singing together. Voices blending together perfectly, and Kurt could feel the nervousness melt away. They could do this.

When we finally kiss goodnight

How I'll hate going out in the storm

But if you really hold me tight

Then all the way home I'll be warm

Kurt twirled out while harmonizing, stopping at the front of the stage and facing the audience before singing his next lines.

The fire is slowly dying

And, my dear, we're still goodbye-ing

Blaine stalked up, and Kurt playfully slid out and went to the other side of the stage while Blaine sang, meeting in the middle again for the harmony.

But as long as you love me so

Let it snow, let it snow, let it, let it snow

And they danced across the stage, giving out the occasional ad-libs that went with the beat. The crowd clapped wildly, and Kurt added a few measured twirls to his dance while Blaine knelt there, pointing at him. Then they started singing again.

Oh, the weather outside is frightful

But the fire is so delightful

And since we've no place to go

Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow

The weather outside is frightful

But the fire is so delightful

And since we've no place to go

Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow

It doesn't show signs of stoppin'

And I've bought some corn for poppin'

The lights are turned way down low,

Let it snow

When we finally kiss goodnight

How I'll hate going out in the storm!

But if you finally hold me tight

Then all the way home I'll be warm

The fire is slowly dying,

And, my dear, we're still good-byeing

But as long as you love me so

Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow

Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow...

When the music cut off, they were granted with a tremendous applause. Blaine blushed at the attention and tried to back out, but Kurt pushed him to the center of the stage and retreated. Still high from the exertion, Blaine just grinned stupidly at the audience before bowing down deeply. A rumble of appreciative laughter rang out from the audience, and Kurt gave him a fond look as he traded places with his boyfriend. Giving a bow as deep as Blaine's was, he shot the audience a brief wink before trotting back to Blaine's side.

"See, I told you that you'd be brilliant." Kurt whispered into Blaine's ear, who just giggled as headmaster Figgins went up to the mic to make an announcement. They trudged down from the stage, still shooting each other affectionate glances occasionally.

When they were back at the entrance hall, Blaine suddenly halted. "Um, Kurt? Could you wait for me here for a second? I think I need to find the twins to tell them something." Kurt raised an eyebrow, but nodded his consent.

"Sure, but don't be too long. I want to make the most of our date tonight. Love you, Blaine." Kurt answered, kissing Blaine softly on the cheek. He giggled before taking off back inside the Great Hall. Kurt just paced around, leaning on a suit of armor while he waited.

He was staring blankly into nothingness when he heard a vaguely familiar voice calling. "Hey, Kurt? You alive there?"

Kurt quickly shook his head, escaping the trance and acknowledging the lanky Slytherin prefect in front of him. "Hi, Logan. I'm fine, no need to worry." Logan chuckled at his answer.

"Oh, I'm not worried. It's not like anyone is going to jump you from the shadows, even though you are gorgeous like that. You just seemed a little… out there. Why so? You just finished the greatest performance ever."

Kurt blushed slightly at the compliment. "Exertion, I suppose. And I wasn't that good, be honest." Kurt hadn't really liked the Slytherin prefect before now, but now that they were talking, he seemed like a pretty nice guy. Not too aggressive like the rumors suggested.

"Oh, you're just being modest. I've never seen such a performance before. And believe me, that includes everything that I've ever watched. Plain gorgeous." Logan smiled gently, holding Kurt's eyes. Um, wow. Straightforward, much? Kurt wondered.

"Well, uh, thanks, I guess?"

Logan just flashed a brilliant smile at Kurt again. "Anytime, Kurt." Kurt shuffled nervously at that.

It was at that moment that Blaine returned, and Kurt let out a sigh of relief. "Oh, gods, you're back. I thought that I would have to go looking for you myself, you were taking too long." Kurt groaned at his boyfriend.

"Hey, I wasn't gone that long!" Blaine protested before Logan caught his eye. Kurt thought that they were briefly sizing out each other, but it was gone in a moment and Kurt just turned it away to his own imagination. "And who's your new friend?"

Logan grinned. "I wouldn't call it new, since I've known Kurt longer than you have. No offense, of course." Blaine sent a look at Kurt, arching an eyebrow, and he just shrugged.

"Oh, well, nice to meet you anyway. Blaine Anderson. I'm in Gryffindor." Blaine outstretched a hand for Logan to shake, but he ignored it. Kurt gently placed a hand on Blaine's arm, leading his hand back down. A gesture that didn't go past Logan's scrutinizing eyes.

"Logan Wright, Slytherin prefect." Logan muttered, his eyes not leaving Kurt's hand on Blaine's arm. "I take it that you two are dating? Rumors fly around at the school, but I never knew if they were true." Kurt pondered that for a moment. Were there rumors about them?

"You may take our answer as a yes. Kurt, I'm terribly sorry but I'm afraid that you'll have to wait a bit more for me. The twins are taking longer than expected. Can you just wait for me in your dorm and meet up in an hour or so at the usual place?" Kurt raised his eyebrows slightly, but nodded his head as a yes. "Perfect, as you always are." Kurt blushed slightly at the compliment, and he kissed Blaine's cheek chastely.

"I'll get going then. See you in an hour, love." Kurt said as he untangled himself from Blaine's arms, skipping in the direction of the dungeons, leaving the two boys behind.

~Blaine POV

Blaine wasn't stupid. He was a lot of bad things, things like overdramatic and too sensitive, jealous, ignorant and obvious, but he wasn't stupid. So he could see right through what was happening with the Slytherin prefect Logan Wright. He was after Kurt – hardly surprising, considering that he was the most gorgeous person in the world – and Kurt didn't know it. Kurt might have missed it, but the glare that he received as soon as he arrived, and the blatant staring at their intimacy, it was hardly hidden.

And so when he was left alone with Logan, he didn't hesitate to give him a warning.

"Back off from my boyfriend, Wright. I don't know how powerful or important you are, but you're not having my boyfriend and that's it." Blaine snarled as soon as Kurt left their sight. Logan turned towards him, amusement clear in his face.

"Are you serious, Anderson? Do you think that you're any better than me? I'm sorry to break your bubble, but you're not. You and I both know that if given a free chance, he'd be the one running to me. Or are you seriously as stupid as you look?" Logan mocked him, a smirk etched on his face. Blaine's anger was slowly bubbling.

"I'll have you know that I'm not stupid at all, and the deluded one is you. And Kurt would never choose you. If you think that, care to explain exactly why you guys aren't together already, since like you said, you've known Kurt far longer than I have, but I don't see any progress." Blaine scoffed, satisfaction growing when he saw Logan's face develop a reddish color. Although not so much when he walked forward to tower over him, which was pretty intimidating although he'd never admit it.

Logan growled, looking down on him. "You think you're so smart, better than me, do you? Do you really think that you're the one with the advantage here?"

Blaine forced himself to keep calm, and just glared at the taller boy. "Of course I do, why wouldn't I think that? After all, I'm the one that he's dating. Surely that would give you some kind of clue."

"You're not better than me." Logan snarled intimidatingly, and Blaine slowly broke into a cold sweat. "You're just a loser who had to escape here for some reason. From what I hear, you were a squib before you came here, weren't you? I wouldn't be surprised if Kurt finds out and gets disappointed in his loser of a boyfriend. He's the top notch, you know. You're not good enough for him. I could make him so much happier." And with that, the tall boy turned on his heels and stalked away. Blaine just stood there rooted to the spot, in shock in what he'd heard. Was that true? It did seem possible, he was such a loser in life and Kurt was the best thing that had ever happened in his miserable little situation. Of course he wouldn't want him, who would?

At that moment, he heard familiar sets of footsteps coming towards him. "Blaine, you okay? You said that you were going to plan something great but you never came back…." Reed asked, but stopped short at Blaine's devastated expression, ready to break out in sobs.

"Reed…. R-reed, do you think that I'm not good enough for Kurt, too? Of course, I'm such a loser… It was stupid of me to believe that I could ever have him…" getting it out in words were much more hard than he thought, and Blaine noticed as the sobs that he had tried to suppress leak through. In a short moment, Blaine was bawling his eyes out, clutching for dear life on his brother's boyfriend.

Although that stopped when he felt someone slap his back harshly. "Stop it, Blaine!" he stopped sobbing at the command, shocked from it and the sudden slap. He turned around to see that Evan stood there, hand still raised, and with everyone staring at him. Even his twin brother, Ethan, was gaping at Evan as though he couldn't believe the sight.

"Look, Blaine. I'm sorry that I had to hit you, but I don't think you would have responded otherwise. Listen to me, Blaine. You are not a loser. And sure as hell you're good enough for Kurt. Why would he choose you if you aren't? I'll have you know, Kurt's never been this excited about a relationship, ever. Well, not that he had many of them, in fact-"

"Evan." Ethan reprimanded his twin for bringing it up, but Blaine could see the proud smile sitting in his face.

"Right, sorry. Point is, you're wonderful, Blaine. I don't know what brought this on, but whatever you heard, it's not true. Do you understand me?" Evan finished, shaking Blaine's shoulders slightly.

Blaine sighed and plastered a grin onto his face. "Yeah, I do. I guess it was stupid. I shouldn't have let it go to my head, damn." The twins smiled approvingly at him and Reed gave him a thumbs-up at the answer.

"So, back to the point before that bastard but some weird thought into your head. Unfortunately, the great date that you were trying to plan for Kurt is out of the line, because we're out of time for that. But I guess we could give you a moment of makeup so that you could remove all traces of hideous crying from your face." Ethan observed, watching Blaine's face from every angle. The shorter boy just giggled at his friend.

"Please, Ethan. I know for a fact that you prefer people when they're covered in slime of any color, why else would you dress everyone up in those if that's not the reason?" Blaine joked lightly punching the twin's arm. He winced overdramatically in faux hurt as his twin counterpart howled in laughter.

"How dare you, White Rabbit! But that's beside the point. Point is that you need a makeover stat, and to match Kurt's preferences as a side note. And don't worry, I'm pretty sure that I'm not the only one who prefers people in slime. Kurt seems to actively prefer pink slime. You'd know, you were a victim once." He countered, pinching Blaine's cheek. Evan laughed at the outraged expression on Blaine's face, before pulling Reed forwards, who was holding a bluish pouch that Blaine had somehow missed beforehand.

"Whatever, Blaine, ignore the tweedles and follow me. They may be joking too much but the part about tear-soaked faces being hideous was true, and it's just going to worry your sweet boyfriend." Reed claimed as he pulled Blaine into a spare bathroom nearby.

Blaine could only gape as a mass of cosmetics were conjured out of the tiny pouch that Reed was holding. He didn't even have a chance to close his mouth before Reed started to attack him with products, and some of it went into his mouth.

He choked and gasped at the weird taste before managing out, "Crap, these taste terrible! Couldn't you have at least warned me? Why on earth do you even have all these stuff anyway?" but Reed just ignored him and kept on rubbing stuff on his face, changing abruptly between products as he went.

"Quiet or I'm going to lose my concentration and I'll drop one of theses. And you actually should be flattered that I'm using these for you, stuff that I'll actually miss if I break them." Reed stuck out a tongue at Blaine through their reflections in the mirror, and Blaine raised an eyebrow at him.

"Odd, I've never ever heard you talk like that. You sound so irritated that you could eat me." Blaine wiggled his eyebrows as Reed hmmph-ed and slapped his back again. Blaine howled in pain, and decided to shut up. It gave him time to think, however. Now that he thought about it, how did Logan know that he used to be a squib? Did he know? How? Blaine was starting to get a headache from all the thinking, and just decided that he probably had a lucky guess. After all, not a lot of people transferred into Hogwarts.

"Blainers?" Blaine shook out of his trance when he heard Reed calling. He looked up to lock eyes with the strawberry blonde boy, who just nodded his head towards the mirror.

Blaine decided then and there that cosmetics were an amazing invention. Not only did it cover all traces of his tears, it also made him look slightly more handsome, if he could say so himself. He looked at Reed in awe, who just raised an eyebrow proudly.

Blaine just decided to push it slightly. "Where do you even get all these stuff? I'm pretty sure I've seen some of them on my mom's dresser, something about wrinkle care or whatever. Oh my god, Sir, how old exactly are you?"

That earned him another whack on the back of his head, along with a grumble about the products not being for wrinkles.. Blaine made a mental note to never cross Reed again before bidding him and the twins goodbye. Then he headed towards their usual meeting place, the room of requirement. What he'd planned was a hand-decorated room perfect for a date, which was funny considering that they were wizards and it was the room of requirement, but he just wanted to show the effort. He'd just have to cave to the powers of magic then.

When the hour that he'd promised to Kurt was up, the room was fully prepared with candles and rose petals scattered all around the room, the piano was softly playing background music by itself, and a fire was cracking softly in the fireplace. It was a wonderful accomplishment, all in all.

Now all he had to do was wait.

~Kurt POV

Kurt was a little nervous. Today he was really determined to give Blaine's diary back, he'd put it off for so long and he was sure that as he went longer without returning it, the more trouble it would have been.

He arrived at the room of requirement just in time, and took a deep breath before entering. The heavy oak doors creaked slightly at his ministrations. He looked inside, and gasped.

The room was decorated beautifully, complete with slow music playing in the background, but what truly made the picture complete was the boy sitting in the loveseat, staring lovingly towards him and holding a glass of champagne.

"Blaine…. " Kurt called, and said boy just smiled, laying his glass down. Kurt sprinted into his arms, which closed around him in a tight embrace. Kurt inhaled the sweet scent of his boyfriend's cologne, cherishing the moment. It was all so touching, the roses, candles and everything…. But it moved him the most that Blaine prepared all of this, planned all of this beforehand just to give it to Kurt. The fact was overwhelming in the least.

"Blaine, I know I've just said that I love you earlier today, but that seems like a mantra worth repeating. I love you with all my might, and nothing would ever stop that. Especially after," Kurt waved a hand around the decorations hanging around him, "this."

Blaine just blushed and pulled Kurt in for a kiss. They stayed like that for a pretty long time before Blaine murmured softly, "Kurt?"

"Mhmm?"

"I… I think I'm ready to spill some secrets now."

Kurt sat up abruptly. "What?"

"I, I think it's time that I told you some things about myself, if you're okay with it."

Of course he was okay with it. He was waiting for this moment ever since Blaine almost broke apart during the process of choosing their performance song. But he didn't say that. "I'm ready whenever you are, Blaine. You don't have to rush into telling me."

Blaine squirmed slightly, and Kurt thought that it was adorable. "I think I'm ready now, though."

Kurt smiled and hugged Blaine tightly, leaning back on the couch. "You know that I'll love you, no matter what."

Blaine smiled at that, and started talking after a long time of hesitation. "I guess you know that I came into Hogwarts in the middle of the curriculum, so I'm sort of a special case."

Kurt nodded. Blaine glanced at him before starting again. "Well, I am one. But it's not what I told Wesley and David. I told him that I went to another wizarding school before transferring here. I didn't."

"You mean that you were homeschooled?" Kurt cocked his head.

"No. I wasn't….. having any kind of wizarding education, really." Kurt was about to ask what he meant when Blaine blurted out, "I was a squib. I went to muggle schools."

Okay, that was unexpected. Kurt was sure that he was gaping much like a goldfish, but he couldn't conceal his shock. He noticed Blaine, about to speak again but he stopped him.

"Blaine, stop."

Blaine looked at him with worried eyes at the request. Kurt sighed. That wasn't what he'd meant. "I meant that I think you're having too much of a hard time just saying that part out loud, I promise, we're gonna talk again, but maybe someday when you're not so nervous about it. I think you've said enough for one day."

Blaine was still tense, and Kurt sighed. "You know what, Blaine? I have this song that Rachel gave to me last time, and I think I should probably sing it to you now. It's in my bag, why don't you look for it?"

Kurt stood up while Blaine dug into his bag, and went over to the piano when he realized something.

Blaine was taking way too long in searching for it.

And the papers weren't the only thing that was in the bag, for Blaine.

Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.

Kurt slowly turned around to face Blaine, who was standing with the bag in one hand and something else in the other.

The 'something else' being Blaine's own diary.

Shit.

"Kurt?" Blaine's voice is hard. Not a good sign. Shit, shit, shit. This is terrible.

"B-Blaine. I can explain, just-"

"I don't need it."

And with that, Blaine walked out of the room of requirement, leaving a teary Kurt behind with the diary in hand.


Well, I guess I deserve the hate if it comes over. But LOGAN! Can you blame me for getting him here?

So, trouble in Klaineland. And, thanks to the idiot who stole my notebook, I have totally forgotten how they made up. But I'll get there.

So, it's 2 weeks til my finals week and that lasts for 2 weeks as well... So I guess another month-long wait until I get back on track.

I swear, I'll try my best to deliver it as soon as I can. And with a better storyline, maybe?

And (rashly) I'm thinking about another story right now. Anyone up for a little Kurbastian kitchen drabble? :)

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