Welcome to Hogwarts(Boyxboy)

Chapter 2

Kurt felt the familiar sensation of being hooked behind his navel. He heard Finn and Carole gasp at the sudden pull. The whirl of color and sound flashed around them, their hands wrapped tightly around the old, deflated soccer ball.

They all crashed to the ground as they halted suddenly. Kurt's father was the only one who didn't end up sprawled across the cobblestone.

Finn grumbled in pain as he got to his feet, rubbing his rear end and frowning as Kurt's father helped Carole up. He looked faintly sick and Kurt scooted back from his across the ground.

"Everyone alright?" Kurt's father said, looking around at them.

Kurt nodded, picking himself up and brushing dirt from his clothes.

"Well, here it is," his father said. "The Leaky Cauldron."

Kurt looked around to see they were standing in a small courtyard lined on three sides by brick walls. There was a door set in the fourth wall, propped open by a potted plant.

"Lovely," he muttered, grabbing the handle of his trunk and dragging it after his father, Carole, and Finn.

They walked into the bar, blinking at the sudden darkness compared to the bright sun outside.

"Reservations for Hummel," Kurt's father said, moving towards the bar, where a toothless old man was wiping out glasses.

"Two rooms?" the man said, checking his register. "You've got two and three. Just upstairs and to the left." He passed Kurt's father two keys, giving him a small smile. "Let me know if you need anything. Name's Tom. Dinner is served at seven."

"Thank you, Tom," Burt said, smiling before turning to Kurt, Finn, and Carole. He handed Kurt the key with a small number '2' on it. "I'm trusting you with this, Kurt, don't lose it, okay?"

"Yes, sir," Kurt said, rolling his eyes. "Come on, Finn, let's get unpacked."

Finn looked around excitedly at the witches and wizards gathered around the pub. He seemed to have gotten over the shock of the Portkey. "Kurt, is that a vampire?" he said, pointing to a man hunched in the corner with pale skin, a hooded cloak draped over his body.

"Finn, it's rude to point," Kurt said, slapping his hand down as they mounted the stairs to the second floor. "And yes, I think so."

"So cool," Finn said, grinning and hitching his bags higher on his shoulder. "Are there like, giants and stuff, too here?"

Kurt rolled his eyes. "Not here, Finn," he said as they reach the door labeled with a lopsided '2'. "They live in the mountains."

"Oh," Finn said, sounding faintly disappointed as they entered the room.

There were two lumpy-looking, double beds up against the wall, a tall wardrobe set against the opposite side of the room. A door leading to what Kurt assumed was the bathroom was set in the corner.

Finn dropped his bags onto the floor and leapt onto one of the beds, grinning at Kurt. "This is going to be great," he said. "I can't want to see that...what's it called, Kwiddit?"

"Quidditch," Kurt corrected, putting his trunk at the foot of the other bed.

"Cool," Finn said, sitting up. "And it's going to be nice to meet this Blaine guy.... You really like him, huh?"

"Mhmm," Kurt said absently as he moved his clothes from his trunk to the wardrobe, running his wand over them as he hung them up to smooth out the wrinkles.

"That's...good," Finn said awkwardly.

"Finn, you don't need to try and talk to me about this stuff," Kurt said, giving him a dubious look.