"If you two start having sex while we're in the room, I'm moving out."
Blaine laughed at David's mumbled remark as Kurt yelped and pulled the blankets over his bare chest.
It was Monday morning; Blaine had been getting ready for Defense when Kurt had walked out of the bathroom, his hair slightly damp and his shirt hanging open and he zipped up his uniform slacks and buckled his belt.
"Not very wise on your part," Blaine had said, breakfast forgotten at the site of Kurt's creamy skin, the necklace Blaine had given him hanging at the hollow of his neck.
He'd grabbed Kurt's hand and literally thrown him onto the bed, kissing along Kurt's waist and humming happily as he squirmed beneath him at the touch.
"Blaine," he'd gasped, his laughter quickly turning to those little breathy moans that made Blaine want to rip the other boy's clothes off and explore every last inch of him with his tongue.
But then the door had opened and David and Wes had entered, returning from breakfast for their books before Defense.
Kurt jerked his legs up in an attempt to cover what the blanket was not, catching Blaine in the stomach with his knee and knocking the wind from him.
"I'm sorry," Kurt cried as Blaine, still laughing, clutched his stomach and gasped.
Wes and David howled with laughter as Blaine massaged his stomach with a grimace.
Kurt glared at them. "It's not funny!" he said, sticking out his bottom lip and looking apologetically at Blaine.
"It's a little funny," Blaine said, sitting down and catching his breath. Kurt looked relieved to see him smiling.
"I really am sorry," Kurt said softly. His cheeks dusted with pink as he ducked his head. "I'll make it up to you."
Blaine shivered at the low, suggestive tone of Kurt's voice and was sorely tempted to skive off Defense and kick Wes and David immediately out of the room.
But then Kurt was standing up and buttoning his shirt and Blaine sighed in resignation before swinging his bag over his shoulder.
He waited for Kurt to do up his tie and slip on his black robes before holding out his hand, which Kurt took in his own, lacing their fingers together.
Blaine couldn't help but glance over at Kurt every few seconds, his heart fluttering every time he looked up to find Kurt was watching him as well.
They sat close at breakfast, exchanging smiles when their knees brushed together or their hands touched on the tabletop.
Blaine kept going back to their time together by the lake, to the way Kurt had called his name when he was tipping over the edge in his moment of bliss. It made him feel light-headed to think that he could do that to Kurt, not to mention that Kurt was finally, finallyin love with him.
They sat with Jeff, Nick, Wes, and David in Defense at one of the back tables, the room full of loud talk and shouts as they were having a practical lesson on Patronuses.
"Expecto patronum!" Jeff shouted, waving his wand enthusiastically and poking Wes in the back of the head.
They all laughed as they watched Wes chasing Jeff around the room, clutching where Jeff's wand had singed his hair and shooting sparks at the other boy's feet.
Blaine rolled his eyes and shook back the sleeves of his robes before crying, "Expecto patronum!"
A great silver Labrador retriever burst from the tip of his wand, leaping around them excitedly and nipping at their heels.
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Welcome to Hogwarts(Boyxboy)
Teenfikce*Mature Readers Only* Book 1: Kurt isn't safe at the McKinley School of Magic. So he transfers to the fabled Hogwarts, where he meets a dapper Prefect named Blaine, a pair of hyperactive Beaters, and a quiet Gryffindor named Flint in his suddenly cr...