Welcome to Hogwarts(Boyxboy)

Chapter 20

It made him giddy and light-headed knowing they had a place to live after Hogwarts. He couldn't wait to tell his father or Mercedes and Tina; even Thad and the others didn't know yet. And Blaine. Blaine was actually smiling just because of his excitement.

He didn't want to leave the apartment, wished they could move in immediately. But then he thought of Hogwarts and how much he'd miss it and decide he could wait for a few months.

They Apparated back to the trees near the church and exchanging gentle smiles. The path to Blaine's house was empty, the soft rattle and rustle of branches mingled with birdsong the only sound in the cool mid-day air.

"You should be hearing back about your try-outs today shouldn't you?" Kurt said, glancing at him.

"I hope," Blaine said with an air of anxiety.

"You're getting called back," Kurt said firmly. "I'm sure of it."

Blaine smiled. He stopped and Kurt pulled up next to him.

"What's wrong?" Kurt said, smiling as Blaine brushed his fingers over his cheek.

"I was just wondering it...would you wear this again?" Blaine said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out the diamond necklace he'd given Kurt so many months ago.

Kurt smiled. "Of course," he said, "I've missed it."

Blaine kissed the back of his neck as he latched the necklace on. Kurt touched the pendant lightly, rolling it between his fingers. Blaine took his hand again and kissed his cheek as they continued towards the house.

They stepped up the garden path, frowning as the sound of shouting, obviously from inside, reached their ears.

"—in the same house as this...indecency!"

"Then get out! Get out of my house now!"

The shouting suddenly stopped and the front door banged outward before Blaine could pull it open. An older mad with short gray hair and a thick beard, a pair of dark-rimmed glasses perched over his hard gray eyes, barged out of the house, looking furious.

His eyes fell on Blaine and his gaze hardened even more.

"Blaine," he grunted, his voice like venom.

"Granddad," Blaine said with just as much acid, his back ramrod straight.

The man's eyes fell on his and Kurt's intertwined hands and a look of utmost disgust twisted his face.

"I see you're still suffering from your problem then?" he spat.

"I'm still gay, if that's what you mean," Blaine said, his fingers tightening in Kurt's and his hazel eyes alight with dislike.

The man glared at Kurt, who shrank away, feeling confused and faintly frightened by the look of repulsion he was receiving.

"Leave Kurt alone," Blaine snapped, taking a step in front of him.

The man huffed and strode past them down the path. Kurt gaped as he Disapparated with a faint pop. Kurt stared at the spot for a moment, Blaine breathing a little heavily next to him.

"That's your grandfather?" he said in disbelief, looking back at Blaine.

Blaine took a calming breath, sighed and opened the front door. "Yeah," he said, still looking annoyed.

Kurt looked around the den when they entered. Blaine's mother was sitting at the breakfast table, fresh tear tracts on her face as an older woman with black hair liberally streaked with gray patted her back. Nick and Jeff looked furious, Wes and David simply shaking their heads and muttering about something being unfair.