Welcome to Hogwarts(Boyxboy)

Chapter 12

Blaine shifted in the uncomfortable, plastic hospital chair, glancing up at Kurt, who sat next to him in the dimly lit waiting room, chewing nervously on his fingernails—which in and of itself was a sign of how distressed he was. Jeff and Nick were pacing back and forth, occasionally glancing at the clock on the wall or each other.

They'd been waiting for an hour, though it felt like days, for news about Thad. Nick and Jeff harassed every employee they saw but they were getting no news.

Kurt's father was making phone calls to try and get in contact with Thad's mother and Finn was talking to his mother in the hallway, looking concerned and casting nervous looks in Kurt's direction.

Despite how worried he was about Thad, Blaine couldn't help but feel his focus wandering to the same place it had been over the past week: to the fact that Cross had kissed Kurt.

He'd blown it off when Kurt had told him for the same reason he'd tried his absolute best to be supportive of Kurt's friendship with the Slytherin Seeker. He knew how set in his mind Kurt could be about certain things and Blaine was willing—or at least had been willing—to push aside his jealousy at seeing how much Kurt enjoyed spending time with Cross.

It wasn't even really the fact that Cross had kissed him that bothered him the most. A mix of alcohol and Kurt's lucid, lithe body would probably drive any man to do it. It was Kurt's reaction that concerned him most, that Kurt had actually defended Cross, called him confused and begged Blaine not to be angry at him.

Blaine scowled. Confused. Obviously he wasn't too confused to know he wanted to kiss Kurt, to forego being 'straight' to kiss someone who was very obviously taken.

He sighed. The fact that Kurt was not angry at Cross, did not denounce him then and there as he had done with Karofsky, and later—if only momentarily—with Flint the year before, made him anxious. That, along with the fact that Kurt had not immediately told him, made him wonder if a part of Kurt had wanted Cross to kiss him. No, he didn't think Kurt had cheated on him but he found himself burning to ask Kurt if he'd, even for any space of time, kissed Cross back. He was both curious and terrified to learn the answer.

Blaine knew Kurt loved him, but that didn't stop the twinge of fear he felt every time he thought of Kurt leaving him for Cross, for someone who had never snapped at him or given him the cold shoulder or made him cry. It had gotten to the point that he was having nightmares about walking in on Kurt and Cross doing a lot more than kissing.

Kurt's hand closed over his and he looked up to see him smiling gently, eyes red from crying.

"I love you," he mouth, squeezing his hand.

"I love you, too," Blaine said softly, returning the pressure and leaning over to kiss his cheek.

The door swung open and they all turned to see Kurt's father, Finn, and Carole entering.

"I got ahold of Thad's mom," Kurt's father said. "There's an emergency phone-line through the Ministry. They're setting up a Long Distance Portkey for her so she'll be here soon."

"What about Flint?" Kurt said, his voice a little scratchy and dry.

Kurt's father shook his head. "I couldn't find any number to call. They said his dad's off for vacation and they can't give out the information of Ministry employees. The only thing we can do is write a letter." He looked disapproving of the strict regulations of the British Ministry but didn't say anything further on the subject.

Kurt nodded slowly, looking miserable at the prospect of writing Flint about the situation. Blaine could only imagine Flint sitting at home enjoying his holiday, not knowing that Thad was lying unconscious in a Muggle hospital. He wondered what it would be like to be in the same situation, to have Kurt lying injured while he was oblivious half-way around the world. The thought made him sick to his stomach.