Welcome to Hogwarts(Boyxboy)

Chapter 7

The next week passed without incident. Kurt avoided Leighton like the plague, keeping himself firmly latched to Blaine's side and feeling exceedingly thankful that there were not going to be any more Slug Club meetings until the Christmas party, which would take place the day before break started, because of Quidditch practices and matches now that the season was starting up. It was also helpful that Leighton was busy every other night with his team on the pitch. And when he wasn't, Kurt went down with Thad to watch Flint and the rest of the Gryffindors practice.

He still got panicky at times about his...dream, but decided to simply try and ignore it. It was, after all, normal for teenage boys to have dreams like that, right? Especially since he'd been so damn horny lately and Blaine hadn't been able to, well...help the matter. It was the Leighton part of it that set his nerves on edge, though. It placated him a little knowing that even if he was mildly attracted to Leighton, nothing would ever become of it since Leighton was straight—at least, he kept telling himself that every time the dream cropped up in his brain.

Saturday morning, he made his way down to the Quidditch pitch with Blaine, Thad, Jeff and Nick—Wes and David had gone down earlier to get their usual seats—feeling a little better than he had the previous week. He didn't want his friendship with Leighton to end, but he knew he at least needed time to get over what had happened and reestablish his physical relationship with Blaine.

"Thad, you've corrupted us," Jeff said, frowning down at his crimson and gold striped shirt and Nick's Gryffindor hat.

Thad grinned. "Happy to do it," he said, tightening his Gryffindor scarf before slipping his arms in the pockets of the over-large sweatshirt he'd borrowed from Flint, which Kurt had first seen Flint wear on his first visit to Hogsmeade—which had actually ended up being his first date with Flint—nearly a year ago.

"I swear to remain impartial," Blaine said. He was wearing no colors from either team, opting instead for a Ravenclaw sweater under his coat. He shivered a little in the November chill that hung strong in the air under the cloud-swept sky. "You know...since I'm Head Boy, I probably should."

Kurt laughed. "Right," he said, glancing over at Blaine. "And I'm sure it has nothing to do with the fact that you'll be playing against both teams later in the year."

"Nothing at all," Blaine said grinning and squeezing his hand. His smile softened. "I love you."

Kurt felt faintly ashamed of himself as he again thought of his dream. "I love you, too," he said, trying not to betray himself. He knew how jealous Blaine could be, if his reaction of Kurt dating Flint the year before was any indication. It really was nothing to worry about, he thought, since he hadn't actually done anything with Leighton. After all, he'd had dreams about Finn—yes, maybe not those kind of dreams—before he'd met Blaine and he'd managed to cultivate a perfectly normal friendship with Finn just the same. The idea of thinking of Finn like that now was laughable. Still, though...the muddled emotions in his head were starting to give him a stomachache.

Blaine leaned over to kiss him on the cheek and whisper in his ear, "I don't care how tired I am tonight, I'm taking care of you, okay?"

Kurt nodded, relief and anticipation sweeping through him. "Okay," he said, turning his face to Blaine.

Blaine kissed him gently before pulling back, keeping close to Kurt when he did. They climbed the stairs to the stands together, Jeff and Nick complaining loudly about Thad turning them all into Lion-lovers while Thad smirked.

Wes and David hailed them from their seats at the front of the stands, where they'd laid out a Ravenclaw blanket on the bench. Blaine lifted the blanket saving their seats and sat next to David, Kurt settling in next to him with Thad on his other side, clutching a Gryffindor flag.