Welcome to Hogwarts(Boyxboy)

Chapter 11

In the week following Blaine's admission of his past in the Room of Requirement, Kurt was sure to spend as much time around the other boy as possible. He wanted Blaine to know that his feeling of him had not changed because of what had happened to him.

They spent the remaining days of break lounging around the common room with Nick and Jeff, who taught Kurt how to play wizard's chess. Kurt had watched in shock as one of Jeff's knights violently decapitated his pawn before throwing it off the board onto the floor. He'd also spent a lot of time with Blaine in the Room of Requirement, which had become like their own private retreat.

Kurt felt honored that Blaine had confided in him the place that had been his haven from the people who had tried so hard to break him. Together, they'd slowly shaped the room into something they could both love. With each visit, one of them added something new.

"I never would have guessed that Muggle writers would be able to talk about magic without knowing it was even real," Kurt said, flipping through the copy of A Mid-Summer Night's Dream that Blaine had given him to read the day before.

They were sitting on the floor of the Room of Requirement, which was now light and airy, with a high ceiling and soft gray walls of Kurt's imagination, and Blaine was trying to decide which book he wanted Kurt to read next. He'd proclaimed a few days earlier that he had wanted to introduce Kurt to the books that had helped get him through the previous year and Kurt had promised to show him how to use a cell phone.

"So, revenge and French-men or love story?" Blaine said, holding up two books.

"Oh, French-men, s'il vous plait," Kurt said, stretching out and curling his toes in the thick, fluffy blue carpet Blaine had added that morning.

Blaine smiled and handed him a leather-bound copy of The Count of Monte Cristo and setPride and Prejudice back on the pile of unread books. "You'll like it," he said, drawing his legs up to sit cross-legged. "It's one of my favorite."

"Then I'm sure I'll like it," Kurt said, looking up from the book with a grin.

Blaine set his elbow on his knee and rested his chin on his palm, gazing at Kurt fondly. He held up the cell phone Kurt had been showing him earlier with his other hand. "So, explain to me again what Skype is."

Kurt laughed and tried to explain it a third time. He'd managed to get the phone to turn on but was still unable to call or text anyone. Though he had spent a memorable hour showing Blaine his extensive collection of apps, during which Blaine had discovered the wonders of Angry Birds.

Blaine looked down at the phone, shaking his head as though he'd never seen anything more confusing or strange before in his life. He slid it across the carpet to Kurt. "I still don't understand it, but, okay," he said, wrinkling his nose in way that made Kurt's stomach squirm the same way it had when Blaine had given him his scarf at Christmas.

He shook his head slightly before smiling at Blaine. "At least you got Angry Birds out of it, though, right?" he said as he pocketed the phone.

"Yea," Blaine said with a small sigh of agreement. "It's awesomeness."

Kurt laughed. Blaine had adopted the word recently and he seemed to be saying it as often as possible since he realized that it made Kurt laugh. Kurt had to admit, Blaine's accent gave the word a whole new meaning.

"So, what do you want to do now?" Kurt said, leaning back and propping himself up on his elbows. "We've still got some time before dinner. It's the last day of break before everyone gets back so we should probably do more than just sit around in here all day long."

Blaine groaned and tilted over on his crossed legs to lie on his side awkwardly. "But it's warm and toasty in here," he grumbled.

Kurt glanced over at the marble fireplace, a collaboration between the two of them. Blaine had changed it to gleaming white marble while Kurt had added an intricate carving of the Ravenclaw crest over the mantle surrounded by delicate chains of wrought bronze ivy.