Blaine's first encounter with Kurt happened the next day, the day of the Yule Ball.

Blaine was in the library, looking for a book to help him study for a Transfiguration report. He found the book he needed, but there was just one problem: he was too short to reach the shelf. Hoping that nobody was watching, Blaine reached up on his toes, extending his arm and fingers, but it was just out of his reach. After a couple attempts, he was about to go find a stool or something to step on, when he felt a warm presence behind him.

Blaine found himself trapped between a body and the library shelves as the mysterious person reached up from behind Blaine and grabbed the book he had been reaching for with relative ease. He turned around to retrieve the book and thank the person…and then his heart stopped beating.

Standing in front of him, Transfiguration book in his outstretched hand, was Kurt Hummel.

"Oh, um…uh…thanks," Blaine cursed himself in his mind for his fumbling speech, but Kurt didn't seem to mind.

He smiled his perfect smile, "It's no problem."

Blaine realized that he had yet to grab the book. He reached out and took it, carefully, resisting a shiver when their fingers brushed. He waited for Kurt to turn around and leave, but was happily surprised when he stayed right where he was.

"So, you're getting your Transfiguration report done?" He asked conversationally, and Blaine tried not to get lost in his eyes. They were blue at the moment, and almost painfully bright blue.

"Um, yeah. Yeah, I am."

Kurt grinned, "Cool. So am I. I actually came here to get the same book that you have. Maybe we could share it?"

The shorter boy felt himself nod, "Yeah, sure."

And then they were sitting at a library table together, books and parchment strewn all around. And Kurt was looking at him and smiling at him and acknowledging him as a person.

"Your name is Blaine, right?"

Blaine thought he might pass out.

"Um," he cleared his throat, "Yeah, that's me."

"Thought so," the pale boy smiled kindly, glancing up from his writing, "You're in a lot of the same classes as I am, right?" Blaine nodded. "But, aren't you a Fourth Year?"

Blaine tried to concentrate on writing his report as well, but it was all for show. He wasn't getting any real work done any time soon. "Yeah, I'm taking some advanced classes…"

"Cool."

There was a silence, only filled with the scratching of quill on parchment and the quiet mutterings of other students among the shelves.

Then, Blaine experienced a moment of what one would call a complete loss of control. Being that close to Kurt, talking to him, being overwhelmed by his cologne and his sweet personality…it completely overrode any coherent thought in his mind and suddenly he blurted out words that he hadn't meant to say.

"WillyougototheYuleBallwithme ?"

Kurt looked up in slight confusion, "I'm sorry, what?"

"I-I…" Blaine just gaped, wide-eyed for a bit, considering fleeing the scene right now and avoiding further humiliation. He couldn't believe he had just said that.

"Um," Kurt looked a little concerned, "Are you alright, Blaine?"

Blaine took a deep breath. Might as well go forward from this point. "I said…will you go to the Yule Ball with me?" he asked slowly, so that it was discernible what he was saying.

"Oh," The pale boy looked a little stunned, himself. "Really? You want to go with me?"

Blaine swallowed, "Yeah. Like, more than anything." Well, maybe that last comment wasn't necessary, but it was worth it to see the blush that painted the other boy's cheeks.

"Alright."

The curly-haired boy blinked. "What?"

He looked up at him with his achingly blue eyes, "I said…yes, I'll go the Yule Ball with you."

"Really?"

Kurt laughed, "Yeah. Don't look so surprised."

"But," Blaine was in a state of shock, "Nobody else has asked you?"

The taller boy smiled a little, "Nobody but you. I was going to go by myself, but…I guess, now I have a date."

"Me?"

He laughed again, and Blaine's heart went crazy because he was making Kurt Hummel laugh…even if it was slightly at his expense. "Yes, you, Blaine!"

Blaine couldn't stop a stupid grin from exploding on his face. Kurt smiled right back at him, then seemed to realize something. "Ohmygosh, I'm going to be late!" he exclaimed, looking at his watch. He gathered his parchments and quill together and threw them in his bag. "I'm so sorry, Blaine, but I have to go," he said, "I guess…I'll see you at 8:00?"

Blaine nodded enthusiastically, "Yes, you definitely will."

Kurt got that smile on his face again. "Great," he said, then seemed to debate something in his head. Before Blaine knew what was happening, Kurt had leaned over and kissed Blaine on the cheek. The Slytherin then exited the library, leaving a Gryffindor frozen in his chair.


"Ohmygosh. Do I look okay? Sam, tell me! Do I look alright? Is the bowtie too much? Should I go there now and be early or wait a bit? How's my hair? Did I put enough gel in?"

"Woah! Blaine! Calm down!" Sam soothed, placing his hands on his friend's shoulders. "First of all, you look great. Keep the bowtie, it's adorable. You'll leave in five minutes when I leave, so don't even think of leaving right now. And, please, no more gel. You're going to drown."

"Okay." Blaine sat down on his bed in the boys' dormitories, taking deep breaths. Sam continued to fix his appearance in a large mirror and tried to ignore his friend's panicking. It was actually okay. Since Blaine was so worked up, it was hard for Sam to get nervous about his own date.

"Alright, now I'm acceptable. Are you ready to go?" The blonde said finally. Both boys wore simple black dress-robes , except Blaine wore a bowtie and Sam had on a bolo tie.

Blaine shook his head, staring out into space with a slightly horrified expression, "Um, no, not really."

"Well, too bad," Sam shot back, grabbing his friend's hand and dragging the shorter boy off the bed. He grasped Blaine's shoulders and looked at him steadily. "Blaine Anderson," he said, "You need to relax. Obviously, Kurt likes you. He said yes. And, I know you don't believe me, but I didn't talk to Finn and nobody talked to Kurt, so he accepted of his own free will. Also, you look great. He's going to love you. Please, calm down and have a good time tonight, okay?"

Blaine bit his lip, "Okay. I'll try."


The great hall looked like an ice palace. Blaine thought it looked absolutely festive and wonderful. There were ice sculptures that looked like they came from Edward Scissorhands, cascading and shimmering curtains, lights, and lovely decorations.

Blaine was standing in the middle of a crowd, which had formed into two lines for the champions and their escorts to walk through. He hadn't caught sight of Kurt.

Just as he was about to accept the fact that he had gotten stood up, he felt a light touch on his shoulder and turned around.

The decorations had seemed lovely, but they were nothing compared to Kurt Hummel.

He was wearing black dress-robes with silver accents that triggered a light blue in his eyes. Instead of a tie, there was a gorgeous silk scarf draped on his neck and the front of his chest. His skin looked porcelain under the soft lighting and his hair looked so soft that Blaine wanted to reach over and touch it. Kurt smiled, "Sorry I took so long. I had to help my friend with a fashion crisis."

"No, that's okay," Blaine said quickly.

Kurt moved to stand next to him, looking over people's heads in front of them, "When are the champions going to arrive?"

Blaine tried not to suffocate at how close they were. Kurt's arm was pressed up against Blaine's shoulder and he was warm and he smelled so good. "Um, they're gonna be here soon, I think."

Just as the words left Blaine's mouth, the doors opened dramatically and the four pairs filed in. Kurt nudged the shorter boy, and Blaine laughed at his own accidental accuracy. First down the human aisle was Fleur Delacour and Roger Davies, next was Victor Krum and Hermione Granger, after that was Cedric Diggory and Cho Chang. Harry Potter and Parvati Patil brought up the rear. Blaine clapped the loudest for them.

The crowd then formed a circle and the champions started off the first dance. After a few moments, other couples from the audience started to join in. Blaine watched on in enjoyment and slight envy. The dance floor was just starting to fill up when the Gryffindor felt a hand grasp his own. "Come on," Kurt grinned, "Let's dance."

Blaine was stunned, "What, really?"

"Yes!" And then they were lost in the throng of dancers. Blaine couldn't see anyone but his dance partner, and he was so glad that he knew the steps from muscle memory, because his brain wasn't functioning that well at the moment. Kurt's hand was on his waist, he was only a couple inches away from him, they were moving quickly and oh Kurt picked him up for the jump. This was nothing like the practice lessons with Professor McGonagall, where Blaine had been forced to dance with some girl. No, the roles were reversed and Blaine was completely swept away in the moment.

When the music stopped, everybody clapped. Blaine felt himself being led away to one of the tables, and he and Kurt sat down, breathing hard. "You're a good dancer," Kurt complimented, and Blaine blushed.

"So are you," he said.

The Slytherin drank some water from a goblet. "Next time, I'll let you lead, okay? Then it'll be equal. Does that sound fair?"

Blaine took a swig from his own goblet, "Yeah, yeah that sounds great." Sam was sitting with Mercedes—who looked stunning in a purple dress—at a table near theirs. His blonde friend gave him a thumbs-up and Blaine ignored him.

Kurt was staring at a group of girls from Beauxbatons, who had gone to the ball together in a group. They were all wearing gorgeous, shimmering gowns and flowers in their hair. Blaine wondered what he was thinking about. The taller boy surprised him by speaking his mind. "My mother attended Beauxbatons Academy when she went to school," he spoke softly, almost reverently, "That's the reason why I'm fluent in French."

"Wow," Blaine said, "What does she think about the Tournament being held here?"

Kurt shook his head, "I don't know. She's dead."

Blaine felt like a terrible person, "Oh Kurt, I'm so sorry!"

The taller boy smiled at him softly, "It's okay, Blaine. You didn't know." He turned his attention from the girls to the tablecloth. "She died when I was very young."

"That must have been so hard for you," Blaine said, gently placing his hand over Kurt's on the table and the Slytherin gave him a small smile.

Blaine wanted to change the subject, but not in a disrespectful way. "And…your dad? What school did he go to?"

"He's a muggle," Kurt said, then looked back at Blaine, "What about your parents? Not that it matters or anything, I mean, I'm not discriminating or something, I'm just wondering—"

"Kurt, it's okay, I get it," Blaine cut off his rambling with a laugh. "Both my parents are magical. My dad and my older brother attended Durmstrang, actually. My mom, however, spent her school years here, at Hogwarts. So, she really pushed for me to go here as well. I'm glad she did."

Neither boy had moved their hand. Kurt looked at him softly and then muttered, "So am I."

Blaine blushed fiercely and couldn't stop a delighted grin from taking over his features. A slow song started playing around the room and the Gryffindor felt a jolt of courage enter his veins. He stood up and offered his hand to Kurt. "Could I have this dance?" he asked in a dapper manner, smiling when the Slytherin giggled.

"Of course you can," Kurt replied, taking his hand and letting the shorter boy lead him to the dance floor.

This time, it was Blaine who put his hand on the taller boy's waist and Kurt's went to rest comfortably on Blaine's shoulder. They danced slowly for a while, surprised at the comfort they felt in each-other's company. Blaine couldn't help but stare in wonderment at the perfect boy he moved with under the lights. The blue-eyed boy caught the look.

"You think I'm wonderful, don't you?" he asked, and there was something in his voice that Blaine couldn't quite place.

The curly-haired boy nodded and spoke honestly, "Yes."

Kurt blushed and shook his head a little. "You don't really know me," he said softly, "You're…enamored. And, once you know what you've really signed up for, you're not going to like it as much."

Blaine looked up at him with steady hazel eyes. "I'd like to get to know you, Kurt."

"I'd like that, too."

Blaine took his hand out of Kurt's and moved it so that his arms were comfortably wrapped around the taller boy's waist. Slowly, the Slytherin moved his arms as well, placing them around Blaine's neck loosely. They looked at each other and Blaine spoke again, "And, for the record, today is the first day I've spent actually talking to you. And, you're even more wonderful than I imagined. So I can't picture myself getting to know you better and being disappointed."

The small smile Kurt gave him was like a ray of sunshine through stormy clouds. He felt like they were the only two people in the room. Slowly, so that Blaine had the time and option to pull away, Kurt brought his face closer to the other boy's. Once the Gryffindor got over a beat of initial shock, he moved forward as well, meeting Kurt's lips halfway.

It felt like flying.

They stayed wrapped in each-other's arms for the entirety of the song. Then, The Weird Sisters took over for the band. Kurt and Blaine spent the rest of the night laughing and dancing and having a good time.

When Blaine stumbled into the Fourth Year boys' dormitories at midnight, his hair was rumpled and he was exhausted, but he couldn't keep a smile off his face.

Author's Second Note: Alrighty! What did you think? As usual, AngelisIgniRelucent is wonderful. :) If you are looking for a good Hogwarts!Klaine, my sister just wrote one set at Hogwarts in the seventh book where Snape is headmaster and it's not a fun place. Go check it out; it's called "Blue Tie, Red Tie" by imaginess.

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-Patricia Sage