Welcome to Hogwarts(Boyxboy)

Chapter 13

"Flint, I can walk."

"I know," Flint said, glancing down at Thad, who was wearing the coat Kurt had given him over a pair of pajamas he'd gotten from Wes and David that read 'Ravenclaw House- Hogwarts Class of 2012' across the front.

Within twenty minutes of Thad waking up, Kurt's father and Carole had shown up and, along with Thad's mother, were able to convince the Muggle doctors to let them take Thad home, insisting he would be looked after by his 'regular doctor' for his arm and leg. By this, of course, they meant that the moment Thad was carefully tucked in the back seat of Kurt's car that Thad's mother healed his arm and leg in about three seconds.

Thad sighed in relief when his cast was Banished. "It was so itchy all week and I could never scratch it," he said as his flexed his hand and wrist with a faint grimace.

They rode back to Kurt's house, Thad's mother—who had been invited to stay for Christmas dinner—riding with Kurt's father and step-mother while Flint was crammed into Kurt's car with the other five boys. Not that he minded, as he'd simply pulled Thad onto his lap and held him close, whispering into his ear and watching him smile and blush from all the attention.

Jeff and Nick were intermittently saying 'I told you so' and singing random snippets of a song they were making up as they went about a wildcat, grinning as Thad giggled.

Flint barely registered the others' presence in the car. Thad was really the only one he could see right now. He was almost upset that the others were there because he had to stop himself from kissing Thad silly every time he looked at him through those dark eyes shining with love.

When they climbed out of the car twenty minutes later, Flint lifted Thad carefully into his arms despite Thad's protests that his legs were perfectly fine.

Everything suddenly seemed a thousands times more incredible. The beauty of the soft snow and twinkling holiday lights, the gentle touch of fat snowflakes fluttering over them as he carried Thad inside, forcing himself to watch where he was going instead of simply staring at Thad.

Acorn practically threw a fit when they walked into the house, meowing and trying to climb Flint's leg until he set Thad gently on the couch so that the cat could jump onto his chest and rub against his face, purring loudly. Thad giggled and tried to push him away, scrunching up his nose and scratching behind the cat's tufted ears.

All throughout opening gifts—during which Jeff and Nick successfully covered the living room floor in a sea of wrapping paper—Flint wasn't even really paying attention, his eyes continually darting to Thad. He didn't even register any of his gifts until he opened the one from Thad and Blaine groaned in jealousy.

It was a Quaffle from the previous summer's League Final in July, when the Tornadoes had won by a landslide, which was signed by all seven team members of that season. Flint remembered listening to the broadcast over the wireless at home with his father, Thad curled up next to him, reading, occasionally smiling indulgently when they cheered about something.

Flint stared at the Quaffle through the glass case, unable to string together anything coherent and instead deciding to simply lean over from where he was sitting against the couch to give Thad a kiss that incited catcalls from Jeff and Nick, a smirk from Kurt, and a flustered splutter from Thad.

Honestly, Flint didn't care anymore. The thought of never hearing Thad laugh again, of his dark eyes never giving him that searching look, or his soft lips moving against his own had awaken something inside him.

Kurt's step-brother returned after a few hours, frowning faintly and wearing a green, knit sweater with 'I love Rachel' in red letters. Jeff and Nick took one look at him before bursting into a fit of giggles that lasted a full twenty minutes while Finn scowled and went upstairs to get changed.