Dress Robes and Dates
Author's Note: Hello! Here's my second Hogwarts!Klaine fic. I really hope you enjoy it! Also, note that there are a couple Harry Potter characters mentioned, but I don't think it qualifies as a crossover, so that's why I didn't put it there.
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or Harry Potter. Both would be a lot less depressing…and a lot less good.
When the announcement about the Yule Ball was broadcasted over Hogwarts, Blaine Anderson was in Divination class. He was peering into his teacup, trying valiantly to see some sort of symbol in the muggy lumps at the bottom, but failing to notice anything of use…unless you counted the fact that half of it kind of looked like a bunny rabbit…which he was not going to mention to the professor out of fear of her interpretation.
As soon as the message was broadcasted, however, everybody in the room abandoned their "work". The room was immediately filled with mutterings and giggling as all of the fourth year Gryffindors discussed their possible dates for the dance. After about five minutes of rowdy students and Professor Trelawney trying to calm them down, the class was over.
Blaine clutched his messenger bag close to him as he made his way through the courtyard to his next class—Fifth Year Potions. The class was taken in the dungeons and shared by Gryffindors and Slytherins, which never seemed to end well. The cold December wind ruffled Blaine's curly hair and bit into his skin as he walked past the large groups of students. Suddenly, he felt a hand on his arm, and turned around in surprise.
"Woah, dude, calm down, it's just me," Sam said, throwing his hands up in mock-surrender.
"Sorry," Blaine muttered, relaxing when he realized it was just his friend.
The blonde boy shrugged in forgiveness, then he and Blaine continued on their way. Suddenly, Sam pulled his fellow Gryffindor to sit with him on a bench near the edge of the courtyard. "Sam, what are you doing? We have to go to Potions!" Blaine exclaimed, pulling his red and gold scarf closer around his neck. Blaine loved winter, but the freezing wind gets to even the most snow-loving activists.
"Oh, come on, Blaine!" Sam laughs, pushing his friend's shoulder, "Potions can wait! We have to talk."
The blonde boy grinned. "The Yule Ball, dude!"
Blaine looked down at his shoes. "Oh, yeah. Right." He shifted a little, "Isn't it a little weird to have a ball in the middle of the Triwizard Tournament? I mean, I think the four school champions have enough on their plate already, never mind having to learn how to dance!"
"Come on, Harry Potter can do anything," Sam scoffed. Blaine and Sam were in the same House as Harry, but rarely had anything to do with him, personally. That didn't stop them from being on his side about things. The guy was a legend. Plus, one time he had stopped a couple of beefy Slytherins from beating up Blaine, causing him to be in Harry's debt.
"I'm thinking about asking Mercedes," Sam continued, not seeming to notice the students rushing past their bench or the cold winter air.
"Yeah, man, go for it," Blaine said. Sam had been pining over Mercedes, a fellow Gryffindor, for a while now. "This is a great opportunity."
The blonde smiled, "Yeah. I think I'll ask her after Potions. I bet she'll look so pretty at the dance."
Blaine nodded in agreement, glancing around him absently. He looked to his right to see a group of boys from Durmstrang. One of them, a tall guy with black hair and grey eyes, was staring right at him. Upon catching the Gryffindor's gaze, he winked and walked over to where Blaine and Sam were sitting.
"Hello," the stranger said when he was standing in front of them. Blaine looked up at him shyly. He was tanned, good-looking, and had an accent that the Gryffindor couldn't quite place.
"Um, hi," Blaine said.
The tall boy smiled, "I'm Eli," he stated, extending his hand, "What's your name?"
The shorter boy shook his hand carefully, "Blaine."
"Blaine," Eli repeated, "I like the sound of that." Blaine blushed. "So, Blaine, would you like to attend the Yule Ball with me?" he asked charmingly, flashing a brilliant smile.
Blaine felt a little awkward because he was still sitting while Eli was standing, but didn't think standing at this point in the conversation would be appropriate. He was thrown off by Eli's question. "Oh. Um…" Blaine was slightly aware of both the Durmstrang boy and Sam staring at him in expectation, but he had somebody else on his mind. Someone with brilliant glasz eyes and a musical laugh. Someone who he wasn't supposed to like. "I'm flattered; I really am, but…um, I'm actually going with someone else, so…"
"Oh." Eli didn't really seem all that upset. "Okay, see you later, then." He offered a wave to the boys on the bench and then returned to his peers from Durmstrang.
As soon as Eli was out of earshot, Blaine looked at Sam with a sheepish expression. Sam raised his eyebrows, "You're not going with someone else, Blaine," he stated. Blaine shrugged noncommittally. "So…how come you didn't say yes? I'm not gay, but he looked pretty good looking, from what I could tell."
"I just…didn't want to go with him, okay?" Blaine rubbed his hands together for warmth, staring at his lap to avoid the gaze of his friend.
Sam pushed his shoulder a little. "Come on, man. There's something on your mind. You can tell me, you know?"
Blaine sighed, "I know, Sam. Now's just not the time, okay?" He stood up. "We should get to class."
"Okay," The blonde said, getting up and following him, "But we're gonna talk about this later."
Blaine's healing potion wasn't turning out too well. Sam had spilled some frog's blood on his friend's textbook page and Blaine could barely read the instructions. His potion wasn't looking "foliage green" as the textbook advised; rather, it was looking more like "puke yellow"…and it smelled like the locker room after Quidditch practice.
Also, if that weren't enough of a problem, he was sitting at the table directly in front of Blaine and Sam's. He was right there, almost close enough for Blaine to reach out and touch, looking perfect as usual and laughing at something his fellow Slytherin, Puck, had said.
Oh, how Blaine wished he could be Puck in that moment. To sit next to him, laugh with him, look into those eyes and know that he acknowledged you as a person. He would give anything to have him say his name. And, not in a sexual innuendo way or anything. Literally, for him to say "Hey, Blaine" or even "Blaine's such a weirdo stalker and he creeps me out", that would be an undeniable thrill.
"Blaine? Hello? Dude, your cauldron's gonna boil over if you don't add those sage leaves."
Sam's voice cut through Blaine's musings and the dazed boy quickly scraped the herbs into his potion before it made a huge mess. "Right…sorry. Thanks, Sam," he muttered, squinting to see the next ingredient and trying not to react when he laughed at another of Puck's jokes.
His inability to create this potion was even more embarrassing than his distractedness, because Blaine was only in this class because he was such a good student. Even though Blaine was a Fourth Year, he took a lot of Fifth Year classes to better challenge him educationally. Actually, he had more friends who were a year older than him, like Sam, than he did of his own age.
Sam stirred his own potion, watching his friend carefully. "Blaine, what's up with you? You just nearly cut off your fingers, like, ten times. Why are you so distracted?"
Blaine stopped in mid-stir, causing the substance in his cauldron to hiss a little. "N-nothing. I'm just…tired."
"Come on, Blaine. Don't try and lie to me; you know you suck at it, right?" Sam said matter-of-factly.
"I'm not lying."
The blonde rolled his eyes, "Well, you're certainly leaving something out. Come on." When this didn't elicit a response other than Blaine swearing at his mess of a potion, Sam tried a different tactic. "Okay, so it doesn't have anything to do with that Slytherin you've been staring at for the past hour?" Blaine turned to look at him in shock and guilt. "Wait, cancel that, the Slytherin you've been pining after for the past month or so?"
Blaine turned back to his textbook, trying to ignore the heat rushing to his face. "What? I'm not…" He glanced at Sam to see the other boy raising his eyebrows in a no-nonsense way, then spoke up in a hushed voice, "Was I that obvious?"
Sam stirred his potion, which wasn't looking that "foliage green" either. "Well, kinda, but only because I'm your friend and I notice things like this." He punched Blaine's shoulder in a friendly way. "Come on, dude, I don't care."
Blaine did feel relieved in a way, but he didn't want to continue this conversation with him sitting so close to them. "Alright, I know. But, let's talk about this later, okay?" he said quickly, under his breath.
Sam chuckled, "Okay, loverboy."
It was the day before the Yule Ball. The grounds were covered with enchanting decorations and the halls were filled with music. The students who would be attending were stressing out over gowns, dress-robes, and—most importantly—dates. Sam had asked Mercedes Jones a couple of days ago and she had said yes. Blaine was happy for his friend, but he also felt kind of guilty.
Blaine had been avoiding Sam since he had called him out in Potions class that day. Every time Sam tried to bring it up—no matter how re-assuring or forceful his approach—Blaine would either make up an excuse to leave or change the subject. He knew what he was doing was cowardly, and also not very fair to Sam, but he couldn't help it.
However, no matter how good Blaine was at dodging things he didn't want to address, Sam managed to get to him.
Blaine was in the Gryffindor Common Room, playing a game of Wizard Chess with Jeff Sterling, when Sam burst through the door. "Okay, Anderson, you've run out of chances," the boy with the large mouth said as he approached, "You are gonna talk to me, whether you want to or not."
Sam pointed at Jeff and he, along with the few Gryffindors milling about in the Common Room, left through the portal, leaving Blaine and Sam alone. "Sam! What are you doing?" Blaine exclaimed, moving towards the door that everyone else had just exited.
"Oh, I wouldn't even bother. I told Finn to convince the Fat Lady not to let anyone in or out for about fifteen minutes. You're stuck with me," Sam crossed his arms over his chest, "So, talk."
"It's not that big of a deal, honestly," Blaine started to say, but the blonde cut him off.
"Blaine, it kind of hurts that you won't talk to me. You know that, right?" The taller boy said, still standing stiffly.
Blaine muttered, "I'm sorry."
"No, you're not! If you really were, then you would just talk to me like a normal friend would!"
The shorter boy sighed, then sat down on the couch in front of the fireplace. "No, really, I'm sorry, Sam. It wasn't fair to you for me to treat you like that. I just…don't think that it's really important to talk about, that's all."
Sam let out a breath as well, sitting on the other end of the couch. "Well, I do. I care about you, man."
Blaine looked up at him with shining hazel eyes. "I know you do."
They shared a look. Finally, Sam grinned. "Okay, so we're good?"
"Yeah." Blaine couldn't help but feel relieved as well.
Then, Sam broke the silence again.
"So…Kurt Hummel, huh?"
Blaine spluttered and Sam laughed. "It's okay, dude, I don't judge you. I just didn't really think that you'd go for a Slytherin. I also didn't know that you went for older men…" he waggled his eyebrows suggestively and Blaine scoffed, his face heating up.
"He's a year older than me, stop exaggerating."
"Yeah, I know," the blonde grinned, glad that his friend was okay to talk to him now, "But, seriously, why Kurt Hummel?"
Blaine sighed, "I don't know. He's just so…"
"What-No! Well…yeah…but that's not what I was going to say!" Blaine blushed again, "Do you want me to talk or not?"
"Sorry, sorry," Sam laughed, throwing up his hands, "What about him?"
"Well," The curly-haired boy didn't know where to start, "He's very handsome…he's intelligent and funny and he's got the prettiest laugh I've ever heard." At this point, Blaine forgot who he was speaking to, altogether. He was lost in his own mind. "He bundles himself up under so many layers, but still looks like he's freezing cold. He doesn't have many friends, but I've seen how fiercely he defends them. And he tries so hard to be the best he can be."
"Wow, somebody's got it bad," Sam chuckled as Blaine started a little, realizing where he was, and blushing for the umpteenth time.
The shorter boy bit his lip, "And…you don't mind? You don't care that I like a Slytherin?"
Sam scooted closer to his friend on the couch. "Of course not! I don't care who you like, Blaine. You're my friend." Blaine smiled at him and he grinned back, punching him lightly. "And, you know, as far as Slytherins go, Kurt Hummel's not the worst choice. From what I've dealt with him in choir with Flitwick, he's got a great voice and a good attitude, so I approve."
Blaine suddenly leaned over and gave his friend a hug. "Thanks, Sam," he said, letting go quickly, and the taller boy grinned.
"No problem," he said, "And, hey, I'm good friends with Finn Hudson, right?"
Sam poked him, "Dude, Kurt is Finn's step-brother. I could ask him to put in a good word for you!"
"No!" Blaine exclaimed, looking horrified, "Kurt can't know that I like him! He'll think I'm the creepiest stalker in the world! Plus, I'm a year younger and quite a few inches shorter. There's no way he would be interested in me."
"Aw, come on Blaine," Sam started to reassure him, but Mercedes walking through the door stopped him. The last thing he needed was for her to listen to him shower another dude with compliments about his sex appeal, no matter how platonic it really was.
There was an awkward moment where they greeted each-other and Blaine sat there, fidgeting. Then, the short boy got a thought, "Hey, I thought you said no one could get in or out of that door?"
Sam winked at him, "I did say that, I didn't say that it was true," he laughed at Blaine's scandalized expression, "But you believed me, so that's all that counts." Then, the blonde boy ran after Mercedes, leaving Blaine with a mixture of amusement and betrayal.
Coming up...the Yule Ball! Will Blaine muster up the courage to ask Kurt Hummel to the dance?