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Kurt was silent on the walk down to Hogsmeade, and he was acting strange too, Oliver realized. Every time he tried catch Kurt's eye, the shorter boy would look away. Oliver frowned. He knew Kurt was worried about his friend, but Blaine was fine! He had no reason to be even slightly concerned.
With a sigh, Oliver lightly tugged Kurt over to the ally between two of the abandoned shops. He pressed him gently up against the wall, but when he tried to kiss him, Kurt put a firm hand on his chest.
"No, not right now." Kurt looked away again, "I'm not in the mood right now."
"Kurt," Oliver tried to catch his eye, leaning down so he was eye level and moving into his line of vision. "I know you're worried about Blaine, but he's fine. Madam Pomfry has seen worse, she can fix Blaine easily."
"That doesn't change the fact that he almost died, Oliver." Kurt snapped, "And if I wasn't so busy spending all my time with you maybe he wouldn't have gone out in that bloody storm."
"You're not seriously trying to pin this on yourself."
"Oliver, he doesn't like you. That much is blaringly obvious. And I don't know why, nor do I really care. All I know is that he doesn't want to be around when you're with me."
"It's not me Kurt, trust me." Oliver scoffed.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Kurt pushed him away completely. "I know I've been a jerk to him but-"
"Kurt that's not what I-"
"Oh, I'm sure." Kurt looked away, heaving a sigh. "Look, maybe it'd just be better for us to… spend a bit of time apart."
Oliver laughed coldly, "You're breaking up with me? Over one, petty little fight?"
"I didn't say that. I simply said that-"
"Oh, I heard what you said, Kurt. Doesn't necessarily mean that you're telling the truth."
"Oliver-"
"You like him, don't you?" Oliver spat.
"What?"
"I can see the way you look at him, Kurt; the way he looks at you. I'm not fucking blind."
"Oliver-"
"You know what?" I don't even care at this point." He took a step forward, and Kurt took a step back to find himself pressed against the building again. Oliver's arms came up and stopped him from having a way out. He was forced to look up at him. "I don't even like you. I just wanted to get closer to Blaine."
The minute the words left his lips, Oliver froze. His smirk disappeared and he saw that Kurt was on the verge of tears as he stared up at him with a broken expression. It was clear that he was torn between being heartbroken and pissed off. Oliver knew one thing for sure; he'd just fucked up big time.
"Kurt I didn't-"
"I can't believe I was so stupid." Kurt said, his voice cracking, "To actually believe that you…" He shook his head and pushed past Oliver, starting off at a quick pace towards the castle.
"Kurt!" He could hear Oliver's footsteps, dampened by the snow, rapidly approaching. Without thinking he pulled out his wand and spun around.
"Stupify!" As soon as the red light flew from his wand, Kurt dropped it like it was on fire. His hands flew to his mouth as he watched Oliver fall. What had he just done? Kurt panicked and picked up his wand again, running over to him and falling to his knees. He felt so stupid, using magic when he was upset; hurting someone just because he let his emotions get the best of him.
"Rennervate," Kurt said quietly, glad to see his eyes open blearily.
"Kurt…" Oliver reached up; trying to touch his cheek but Kurt pushed his hand away, shaking his head. It wasn't just going to be forgotten.
"I'm… I'm so sorry Kurt. I… When we started dating I… well, I was a terrible person. I wanted Blaine to like me, and I didn't care who I hurt to get him." Oliver grabbed his hand, "But I realized quickly that I didn't want you to just be a… pawn in my plans. I started to fall for you Kurt and I've been falling ever since.
"I was wrong to do it, I know, but please… Please can you find it in your heart to forgive me?" Kurt stared down at him, trying to feel that pang in his heart that told him he would regret it if he walked away right now. When it didn't come Kurt knew Oliver had been right; he'd started to fall for his friend. The more he started to like Blaine, the more he threw himself at Oliver.
He slowly shook his head, and Oliver closed his eyes painfully. "I suppose it's what I deserve."
Kurt took a deep breath and stood up, walking swiftly away from Oliver and going towards the castle. He had to see Blaine. He knew he shouldn't in the state he was in, but he felt like he had to. He rushed up the path to the castle and threw the doors to the infirmary opened. When he saw Blaine, he couldn't stop the tears that started to flow.
"Kurt?" Blaine asked, his voice panicked as the brunette fell onto the chair next to his bed. "Kurt, what happened?"
Kurt sniffled and looked up, and the look on his face broke Blaine's heart. He started to explain what happened through his sobs, his voice cracking a couple times. "…And so I came here. I don't know why I came here, I just… I needed to see you."
"That bastard," Blaine hissed under his breath. "I'm going to kill him."
Kurt shook his head quickly, "No, Blaine. What he did was wrong, but I did… I mean… I cared for him a lot. I still do. I know I shouldn't and I know that he was only using me but… I also know towards the end that wasn't the case."
"Are you going to take him back?" Blaine deadpanned.
"No." Kurt responded immediately. "I can't. Not after that."
"Come here," Blaine motioned him over, and Kurt only hesitated for a moment before climbing onto the bed and letting Blaine pull him close. He buried his face in Blaine's neck, his tears slowly stopping as Blaine rubbed his back gently. They sat in silence, neither feeling the need to speak.
Blaine couldn't help but feel just a little bit happy, though. He hated himself for it, but Kurt had finally gotten rid of Shunpike; he'd finally found out the truth that Blaine had known all along. Well, he hadn't guessed that it was him Shunpike wanted, but that was aside the point.
Eventually Kurt stopped crying completely and he pulled away from Blaine. "I'm going to get some food, want me to bring you back something?"
Blaine nodded with a smile. He watched Kurt walk out with a wave, but just as he was about to look away, he saw Shunpike walk by. The anger in him flared and Blaine pushed himself up, wincing slightly as pain shot through him.
"Shunpike!" He yelled, pulling himself out of bed. Blaine watched the Slytherin look towards him with a panicked expression, but before he could run Blaine pulled out his wand. "Don't you dare. Kurt may've been easy on you but I swear to god I wouldn't hesitate to throw you into a wall or two."
"Look, Anderson. I've had a rough day and I'd really like to just go back to the Slytherin-"
"Shut up!" Blaine shouted, "Just shut up!"
Oliver took a step back, obviously not expecting Blaine's outburst. "Blaine, you're injured. You should really-"
"I said shut up." Blaine repeated, taking another step forward and trying not to wince again. "How could you do that to him? Kurt is… Kurt is amazing. How could you just use him like that?!"
"I wasn't using him! Not at the end!" Oliver shouted back. "I fell in love with him, Blaine! I'm an idiot, okay; I let myself fall in love with the twit!"
"You still used him, Oliver!" Blaine threw his arms up, feeling his stitched injuries strain in protest, "Did you really think that crushing his heart would make me like you?!"
"No! Yes… I don't know!" Oliver sighed, "I don't know what I was thinking, Blaine."
Blaine gritted his teeth together, "I warned you, Shunpike. I warned you when you first started dating him that I would kill you if you were using him."
"So what's stopping you?" Oliver yelled, "I'm just standing here, Blaine! What's stopping you?!"
"Impendimenta!" Blaine shouted, watching as Oliver was thrown backwards, his eyes going wide in shock before closing in pain when he hit the wall. Blaine clutched his side painfully. The wound there ached in protest to all the movement, but Blaine was long past the point of caring.
"Waddiwasi!" He shouted, watching as objects around him flew towards Oliver, most of them missing and shattering against the wall. Blaine was quickly becoming breathless, but he refused to stop. Not after what the guy did to Kurt.
"Blaine, stop!" Blaine spun around and saw Kurt standing in the doorway to the infirmary, a bun clutched in one hand and Pumpkin juice in the other.
"But Kurt…"
Kurt rushed forward, placing the food on one of the beds before rushing over to Blaine and wrapping his arms around him, slowly leading him away from Oliver and back to his bed. "No, Blaine. You're going to open one of your cuts."
Blaine let out a sigh, sitting heavily onto the bed and not letting go of Kurt. "What he did to you was wrong, Kurt. It's not fair."
"He's not worth your anger, Blaine." Kurt said soothingly into his ear, "He's just not worth it."
. . . .
The next couple of days were strange for Kurt. He was so used to having Oliver by his side that not having him there felt abnormal. It all would've been easier if Blaine was there to fill the gap, but he was still in the infirmary. Somehow he'd managed to reopen the wound, though Madam Pompfry couldn't imagine how.
Rachel and Mercedes and Puck were all trying to help, but they couldn't do much to stop the whispering in the halls. There were the rumours against him, saying he was sleeping around and that he had cheated on Oliver with Blaine (most of this came from the Slytherins), and there were the rumours against Oliver which were all saying he had tried to force himself onto Kurt, which wasn't completely false. He did wonder who they thought he was sleeping around with, though.
Every chance he got, Kurt went to the infirmary. When he was there he was able to be himself, to be carefree, again. He wanted to spend more time in there since it was winter break, but Blaine insisted that he go and have fun, and Kurt didn't have the heart to tell him that he had the most fun by his side. Of course, Kurt had no doubts about his feelings towards Blaine. He liked him, he had for a while. He simply didn't want to admit it to himself. But he didn't want to jump into a relationship with Blaine. For one, Kurt didn't even know if Blaine saw him that way, but also because he loved having Blaine as a friend. He didn't want to loose that. He didn't know if he could live with loosing the friendship they had.
When Madam Pompfry finally told Blaine that he was free to leave the infirmary, Kurt was ready to jump with joy. He assured Pompfry that he would make sure Blaine got lots of rest and didn't try anything stupid like getting on a broom again for at least a week. Blaine was only too excited to get out and he insisted that they go to the Great Hall first.
"I haven't had decent food in so long," Blaine complained as they walked, his hands resting on his stomach, "Do you know what they feed you in there? You'd think we'd get better food 'cause we're 'injured', but instead we get gross, healthy stuff."
Kurt laughed and nudged Blaine with his shoulder, "You're such a typical boy; always thinking with your stomach."
Blaine hummed, "My mum used to make the best Christmas dinner ever. That's one thing I'll always miss at boarding schools. Though I have to admit Hogwarts has some pretty good food."
"You'll love the Christmas feast. The House Elves prepare for weeks; it's always the best meal of the year." Kurt tilted his head to the side, "Such a shame so many people miss it."
"The less people; the more for me." Blaine concluded as he pushed the doors to the Great Hall open. Everyone inside looked up and a silence fell over the room. Blaine took no notice of it—Kurt was sure everything disappeared once he saw the plates in the middle of the table put out for lunch—and as he walked between the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff tables, people started to whisper. Kurt couldn't hear what they were saying, but he didn't particularly want to know, either.
He sat down next to Blaine and made small conversation with him as he ate. He didn't dare try to talk about anything serious with him. Not with all the prying ears. Blaine ate for almost ten minutes without stopping before he decided he would last until dinner.
"I think you ate enough to tide you over until next Christmas," Kurt countered, "Seriously, I'm worried that your stomach's just going to reject it and it'll all come back up."
Blaine made a face, "Well if you talk about it, it'll definitely happen."
. . . .
As they were heading up the staircases, Blaine turned to Kurt. "Have you spent all your Christmases at Hogwarts?" He asked tentatively. He was curious, but he didn't want Kurt closing himself off or anything.
"I do," Kurt responded, "Finn and I would love to go home for Christmas, but my dad and his mum are Muggles; they can't afford the trip to and from Ireland every holiday."
"Oh…"
Kurt shrugged, "I don't mind, really. I like it here. The castle is… gorgeous, to say the least."
Blaine nodded in agreement. Out of all the school's he'd been to, all the places he'd seen, Hogwarts was one of the few that genuinely took his breath away.
"What about you?" Kurt asked, "Why didn't you go home?"
"I guess I just don't really have a home to go to."
Kurt stopped and grabbed Blaine's hand gently when he tried to keep walking, "What do you mean?"
"It's a long story, Kurt… And it's not really one I want to tell in the middle of the corridor." Before he could say another word, Kurt was dragging him back down the stairs. "Where are we going?"
"Somewhere we can talk." Kurt replied simply. Blaine followed after him silently, letting himself be lead by Kurt. Straight to a blank wall.
"What're we-"
"Shh," Kurt hissed. He had his eyes closed, his hand still clutching Blaine's, and he looked as if he was concentrating very hard on something. Before Blaine had the chance to ask what that was, the wall in front of him shifted. He jumped a step back, pulling Kurt with him and angling them so he was partially covering the taller boy. It wasn't anything negative like Blaine expected, though. It was simply a door; a door that Kurt opened to reveal a large room with a loveseat and two chairs that looked as if they would be very comfortable places to curl up with a book.
"Where are we?"
"This," Kurt spread his arms and circled around slowly, "Is the Room of Requirement."
"What…"
"Not many people can find it. Because you can't go looking for it… It just sort of… shows up when you need it. Whatever you need; it will supply."
"Oh."
Kurt moved over to sit on the loveseat, patting the seat beside him. "Come on, I want to hear more about you."
"I don't have a very cheery past, Kurt."
"I know." Blaine sighed. It was obvious he wasn't getting out of this. But where should he start? "Just start from the beginning."
"Well… I had a fairly good childhood. My parents have quite a bit of money, and they always made time for me. I was happy, they were happy. It wasn't until I started going to school that I realized none of the girls were very…appealing. Instead I found myself getting flustered around the boys. I panicked, like any little boy would do, and went and told my parents. My dad wasn't happy. It took mum close to an hour to calm him down, convince him it was just a stage.
"But it wasn't a stage. I didn't grow out of it like they hoped I would. My dad stopped talking to me when I was a first year, and that summer he decided he didn't even want to see me anymore. So he sent me to boarding school. My mum tried to stop him, she really did, but he's not easily persuaded." Blaine stood up and started to pace in front of the loveseat. He hated telling this story, and if it had been anyone but Kurt who'd asked, he would never have told it.
"Boarding school wasn't nearly as bad as I thought it'd be. I made some good friends, I liked my teachers, and I acted like a good little straight boy. Or at least, I tried to. I guess I wasn't very good at it, because at the end of that school year a bunch of boys from various grades came and beat me up. They said it was "disgusting" that I was attending an all-boys boarding school. They said nasty, nasty things. Things a second year school never hear.
"My mother took me out of that school as soon as she came to pick me up and saw me battered, bruised and bloody. She somehow convinced my father to transfer me to a different school. That's when I started to attend DA." Blaine pointed at his blue school sweatshirt with the school name in thick red lettering. "It was wonderful there, I have to say. I met two great people; Wes and David, and they told me straight off they could tell I was gay, but they also said that they didn't have a problem with it, that no one in the school would.
"I made some great friends in my school, but I also made one not-so-great friend, and I let him get under my skin. I let him use me, abuse me and… well, destroy me."
"What do you mean 'abuse' you, Blaine?" Kurt asked, his voice increasing in pitch at the end of the sentence.
"Well… When I was entering my Fourth year, he asked me out. He said he'd liked me for a while, and I believed him; I had no reason not to. He was wonderful at first… the perfect boyfriend, really. But he tried to do things I didn't want him to, and when I continuously refused his advances, he started to get…" Blaine swallowed around the lump in his throat, "Well, he got violent."
"How violent, Blaine." Kurt asked, though it came out as more of a demand.
"He would… throw me against walls, force me onto his bed… stuff like that. And in public he was always there. Like… like he knew if he let me out of his sight I'd tell someone. But I wouldn't have. I was terrified of what he would do if I even tried. Wes and David knew something was wrong. Heck, half my year knew something was wrong. I had…" Blaine dropped down on the couch again. He felt himself getting emotional, but he didn't want to cry in front of Kurt. He needed to be strong around Kurt. When he felt the taller boys' arm around his shoulder and his warmth against his side, though, Blaine lost it. The tears started to prick in his eyes, and he didn't even try to stop them from flowing.
"I blocked them all out, Kurt. I closed off the only people who could help me. I let him beat me and bruise me, and then I would clean myself up using magic so no one would know. And when he figured out I knew how to do that…" Blaine shuddered, "It got so, so much worse. He stopped trying to avoid the places people could see, and he threatened that if I didn't fix it by morning he would kill me. And I didn't doubt that there was only truth behind his threats.
"I got a maximum of two hours sleep each night, and even then I was barely asleep. I was scared of what he could do while I was asleep. If it weren't for Wes and David forcing themselves into my room one night while I was trying to fix myself up… I would probably still be there right now. They made me go to the principal and tell her everything, and when she called my mum and told her… Well, that's how I ended up here. In the middle of semester."
"You let him… you let him do that to you for almost two and a half years?" Kurt felt his own tears on his cheeks. He dropped his head and rested his forehead on Blaine's shoulder, tightening his grip on him. "I…"
"I'm sorry."
"Blaine, no." Kurt turned him so that they were eye-to-eye. "It's not your fault. He was a stupid, ignorant, prat. It's not your fault at all."
"I should've been stronger than that." Blaine shook his head, "If I would've just… beat him back or something… I don't know, maybe I wouldn't feel like such a pathetic failure?"
"No," Kurt shook his head, "No, if you would've done that it would've only made it worse. I wish you would've gone to a teacher without being forced to, but I understand why you didn't."
"I just… he makes me feel so gross. Like I'm rubbish now."
"You're not. You're wonderful. You're talented. Sure, you're a bit of a reckless idiot at times, but you're you, and you're my best friend. He didn't ruin you at all."
"Thank you, Kurt." Blaine said, resting his forehead against the other boy's. "I… I know it sounds stupid, but I really needed to hear that."
"It doesn't sound stupid at all."

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Kurt was silent on the walk down to Hogsmeade, and he was acting strange too, Oliver realized. Every time he tried catch Kurt's eye, the shorter boy would look away. Oliver frowned. He knew Kurt was worried about his friend, but Blaine was fine! He had no reason to be even slightly concerned.
With a sigh, Oliver lightly tugged Kurt over to the ally between two of the abandoned shops. He pressed him gently up against the wall, but when he tried to kiss him, Kurt put a firm hand on his chest.
"No, not right now." Kurt looked away again, "I'm not in the mood right now."
"Kurt," Oliver tried to catch his eye, leaning down so he was eye level and moving into his line of vision. "I know you're worried about Blaine, but he's fine. Madam Pomfry has seen worse, she can fix Blaine easily."
"That doesn't change the fact that he almost died, Oliver." Kurt snapped, "And if I wasn't so busy spending all my time with you maybe he wouldn't have gone out in that bloody storm."
"You're not seriously trying to pin this on yourself."
"Oliver, he doesn't like you. That much is blaringly obvious. And I don't know why, nor do I really care. All I know is that he doesn't want to be around when you're with me."
"It's not me Kurt, trust me." Oliver scoffed.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Kurt pushed him away completely. "I know I've been a jerk to him but-"
"Kurt that's not what I-"
"Oh, I'm sure." Kurt looked away, heaving a sigh. "Look, maybe it'd just be better for us to… spend a bit of time apart."
Oliver laughed coldly, "You're breaking up with me? Over one, petty little fight?"
"I didn't say that. I simply said that-"
"Oh, I heard what you said, Kurt. Doesn't necessarily mean that you're telling the truth."
"Oliver-"
"You like him, don't you?" Oliver spat.
"What?"
"I can see the way you look at him, Kurt; the way he looks at you. I'm not fucking blind."
"Oliver-"
"You know what?" I don't even care at this point." He took a step forward, and Kurt took a step back to find himself pressed against the building again. Oliver's arms came up and stopped him from having a way out. He was forced to look up at him. "I don't even like you. I just wanted to get closer to Blaine."
The minute the words left his lips, Oliver froze. His smirk disappeared and he saw that Kurt was on the verge of tears as he stared up at him with a broken expression. It was clear that he was torn between being heartbroken and pissed off. Oliver knew one thing for sure; he'd just fucked up big time.
"Kurt I didn't-"
"I can't believe I was so stupid." Kurt said, his voice cracking, "To actually believe that you…" He shook his head and pushed past Oliver, starting off at a quick pace towards the castle.
"Kurt!" He could hear Oliver's footsteps, dampened by the snow, rapidly approaching. Without thinking he pulled out his wand and spun around.
"Stupify!" As soon as the red light flew from his wand, Kurt dropped it like it was on fire. His hands flew to his mouth as he watched Oliver fall. What had he just done? Kurt panicked and picked up his wand again, running over to him and falling to his knees. He felt so stupid, using magic when he was upset; hurting someone just because he let his emotions get the best of him.
"Rennervate," Kurt said quietly, glad to see his eyes open blearily.
"Kurt…" Oliver reached up; trying to touch his cheek but Kurt pushed his hand away, shaking his head. It wasn't just going to be forgotten.
"I'm… I'm so sorry Kurt. I… When we started dating I… well, I was a terrible person. I wanted Blaine to like me, and I didn't care who I hurt to get him." Oliver grabbed his hand, "But I realized quickly that I didn't want you to just be a… pawn in my plans. I started to fall for you Kurt and I've been falling ever since.
"I was wrong to do it, I know, but please… Please can you find it in your heart to forgive me?" Kurt stared down at him, trying to feel that pang in his heart that told him he would regret it if he walked away right now. When it didn't come Kurt knew Oliver had been right; he'd started to fall for his friend. The more he started to like Blaine, the more he threw himself at Oliver.
He slowly shook his head, and Oliver closed his eyes painfully. "I suppose it's what I deserve."
Kurt took a deep breath and stood up, walking swiftly away from Oliver and going towards the castle. He had to see Blaine. He knew he shouldn't in the state he was in, but he felt like he had to. He rushed up the path to the castle and threw the doors to the infirmary opened. When he saw Blaine, he couldn't stop the tears that started to flow.
"Kurt?" Blaine asked, his voice panicked as the brunette fell onto the chair next to his bed. "Kurt, what happened?"
Kurt sniffled and looked up, and the look on his face broke Blaine's heart. He started to explain what happened through his sobs, his voice cracking a couple times. "…And so I came here. I don't know why I came here, I just… I needed to see you."
"That bastard," Blaine hissed under his breath. "I'm going to kill him."
Kurt shook his head quickly, "No, Blaine. What he did was wrong, but I did… I mean… I cared for him a lot. I still do. I know I shouldn't and I know that he was only using me but… I also know towards the end that wasn't the case."
"Are you going to take him back?" Blaine deadpanned.
"No." Kurt responded immediately. "I can't. Not after that."
"Come here," Blaine motioned him over, and Kurt only hesitated for a moment before climbing onto the bed and letting Blaine pull him close. He buried his face in Blaine's neck, his tears slowly stopping as Blaine rubbed his back gently. They sat in silence, neither feeling the need to speak.
Blaine couldn't help but feel just a little bit happy, though. He hated himself for it, but Kurt had finally gotten rid of Shunpike; he'd finally found out the truth that Blaine had known all along. Well, he hadn't guessed that it was him Shunpike wanted, but that was aside the point.
Eventually Kurt stopped crying completely and he pulled away from Blaine. "I'm going to get some food, want me to bring you back something?"
Blaine nodded with a smile. He watched Kurt walk out with a wave, but just as he was about to look away, he saw Shunpike walk by. The anger in him flared and Blaine pushed himself up, wincing slightly as pain shot through him.
"Shunpike!" He yelled, pulling himself out of bed. Blaine watched the Slytherin look towards him with a panicked expression, but before he could run Blaine pulled out his wand. "Don't you dare. Kurt may've been easy on you but I swear to god I wouldn't hesitate to throw you into a wall or two."
"Look, Anderson. I've had a rough day and I'd really like to just go back to the Slytherin-"
"Shut up!" Blaine shouted, "Just shut up!"
Oliver took a step back, obviously not expecting Blaine's outburst. "Blaine, you're injured. You should really-"
"I said shut up." Blaine repeated, taking another step forward and trying not to wince again. "How could you do that to him? Kurt is… Kurt is amazing. How could you just use him like that?!"
"I wasn't using him! Not at the end!" Oliver shouted back. "I fell in love with him, Blaine! I'm an idiot, okay; I let myself fall in love with the twit!"
"You still used him, Oliver!" Blaine threw his arms up, feeling his stitched injuries strain in protest, "Did you really think that crushing his heart would make me like you?!"
"No! Yes… I don't know!" Oliver sighed, "I don't know what I was thinking, Blaine."
Blaine gritted his teeth together, "I warned you, Shunpike. I warned you when you first started dating him that I would kill you if you were using him."
"So what's stopping you?" Oliver yelled, "I'm just standing here, Blaine! What's stopping you?!"
"Impendimenta!" Blaine shouted, watching as Oliver was thrown backwards, his eyes going wide in shock before closing in pain when he hit the wall. Blaine clutched his side painfully. The wound there ached in protest to all the movement, but Blaine was long past the point of caring.
"Waddiwasi!" He shouted, watching as objects around him flew towards Oliver, most of them missing and shattering against the wall. Blaine was quickly becoming breathless, but he refused to stop. Not after what the guy did to Kurt.
"Blaine, stop!" Blaine spun around and saw Kurt standing in the doorway to the infirmary, a bun clutched in one hand and Pumpkin juice in the other.
"But Kurt…"
Kurt rushed forward, placing the food on one of the beds before rushing over to Blaine and wrapping his arms around him, slowly leading him away from Oliver and back to his bed. "No, Blaine. You're going to open one of your cuts."
Blaine let out a sigh, sitting heavily onto the bed and not letting go of Kurt. "What he did to you was wrong, Kurt. It's not fair."
"He's not worth your anger, Blaine." Kurt said soothingly into his ear, "He's just not worth it."
. . . .
The next couple of days were strange for Kurt. He was so used to having Oliver by his side that not having him there felt abnormal. It all would've been easier if Blaine was there to fill the gap, but he was still in the infirmary. Somehow he'd managed to reopen the wound, though Madam Pompfry couldn't imagine how.
Rachel and Mercedes and Puck were all trying to help, but they couldn't do much to stop the whispering in the halls. There were the rumours against him, saying he was sleeping around and that he had cheated on Oliver with Blaine (most of this came from the Slytherins), and there were the rumours against Oliver which were all saying he had tried to force himself onto Kurt, which wasn't completely false. He did wonder who they thought he was sleeping around with, though.
Every chance he got, Kurt went to the infirmary. When he was there he was able to be himself, to be carefree, again. He wanted to spend more time in there since it was winter break, but Blaine insisted that he go and have fun, and Kurt didn't have the heart to tell him that he had the most fun by his side. Of course, Kurt had no doubts about his feelings towards Blaine. He liked him, he had for a while. He simply didn't want to admit it to himself. But he didn't want to jump into a relationship with Blaine. For one, Kurt didn't even know if Blaine saw him that way, but also because he loved having Blaine as a friend. He didn't want to loose that. He didn't know if he could live with loosing the friendship they had.
When Madam Pompfry finally told Blaine that he was free to leave the infirmary, Kurt was ready to jump with joy. He assured Pompfry that he would make sure Blaine got lots of rest and didn't try anything stupid like getting on a broom again for at least a week. Blaine was only too excited to get out and he insisted that they go to the Great Hall first.
"I haven't had decent food in so long," Blaine complained as they walked, his hands resting on his stomach, "Do you know what they feed you in there? You'd think we'd get better food 'cause we're 'injured', but instead we get gross, healthy stuff."
Kurt laughed and nudged Blaine with his shoulder, "You're such a typical boy; always thinking with your stomach."
Blaine hummed, "My mum used to make the best Christmas dinner ever. That's one thing I'll always miss at boarding schools. Though I have to admit Hogwarts has some pretty good food."
"You'll love the Christmas feast. The House Elves prepare for weeks; it's always the best meal of the year." Kurt tilted his head to the side, "Such a shame so many people miss it."
"The less people; the more for me." Blaine concluded as he pushed the doors to the Great Hall open. Everyone inside looked up and a silence fell over the room. Blaine took no notice of it—Kurt was sure everything disappeared once he saw the plates in the middle of the table put out for lunch—and as he walked between the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff tables, people started to whisper. Kurt couldn't hear what they were saying, but he didn't particularly want to know, either.
He sat down next to Blaine and made small conversation with him as he ate. He didn't dare try to talk about anything serious with him. Not with all the prying ears. Blaine ate for almost ten minutes without stopping before he decided he would last until dinner.
"I think you ate enough to tide you over until next Christmas," Kurt countered, "Seriously, I'm worried that your stomach's just going to reject it and it'll all come back up."
Blaine made a face, "Well if you talk about it, it'll definitely happen."
. . . .
As they were heading up the staircases, Blaine turned to Kurt. "Have you spent all your Christmases at Hogwarts?" He asked tentatively. He was curious, but he didn't want Kurt closing himself off or anything.
"I do," Kurt responded, "Finn and I would love to go home for Christmas, but my dad and his mum are Muggles; they can't afford the trip to and from Ireland every holiday."
"Oh…"
Kurt shrugged, "I don't mind, really. I like it here. The castle is… gorgeous, to say the least."
Blaine nodded in agreement. Out of all the school's he'd been to, all the places he'd seen, Hogwarts was one of the few that genuinely took his breath away.
"What about you?" Kurt asked, "Why didn't you go home?"
"I guess I just don't really have a home to go to."
Kurt stopped and grabbed Blaine's hand gently when he tried to keep walking, "What do you mean?"
"It's a long story, Kurt… And it's not really one I want to tell in the middle of the corridor." Before he could say another word, Kurt was dragging him back down the stairs. "Where are we going?"
"Somewhere we can talk." Kurt replied simply. Blaine followed after him silently, letting himself be lead by Kurt. Straight to a blank wall.
"What're we-"
"Shh," Kurt hissed. He had his eyes closed, his hand still clutching Blaine's, and he looked as if he was concentrating very hard on something. Before Blaine had the chance to ask what that was, the wall in front of him shifted. He jumped a step back, pulling Kurt with him and angling them so he was partially covering the taller boy. It wasn't anything negative like Blaine expected, though. It was simply a door; a door that Kurt opened to reveal a large room with a loveseat and two chairs that looked as if they would be very comfortable places to curl up with a book.
"Where are we?"
"This," Kurt spread his arms and circled around slowly, "Is the Room of Requirement."
"What…"
"Not many people can find it. Because you can't go looking for it… It just sort of… shows up when you need it. Whatever you need; it will supply."
"Oh."
Kurt moved over to sit on the loveseat, patting the seat beside him. "Come on, I want to hear more about you."
"I don't have a very cheery past, Kurt."
"I know." Blaine sighed. It was obvious he wasn't getting out of this. But where should he start? "Just start from the beginning."
"Well… I had a fairly good childhood. My parents have quite a bit of money, and they always made time for me. I was happy, they were happy. It wasn't until I started going to school that I realized none of the girls were very…appealing. Instead I found myself getting flustered around the boys. I panicked, like any little boy would do, and went and told my parents. My dad wasn't happy. It took mum close to an hour to calm him down, convince him it was just a stage.
"But it wasn't a stage. I didn't grow out of it like they hoped I would. My dad stopped talking to me when I was a first year, and that summer he decided he didn't even want to see me anymore. So he sent me to boarding school. My mum tried to stop him, she really did, but he's not easily persuaded." Blaine stood up and started to pace in front of the loveseat. He hated telling this story, and if it had been anyone but Kurt who'd asked, he would never have told it.
"Boarding school wasn't nearly as bad as I thought it'd be. I made some good friends, I liked my teachers, and I acted like a good little straight boy. Or at least, I tried to. I guess I wasn't very good at it, because at the end of that school year a bunch of boys from various grades came and beat me up. They said it was "disgusting" that I was attending an all-boys boarding school. They said nasty, nasty things. Things a second year school never hear.
"My mother took me out of that school as soon as she came to pick me up and saw me battered, bruised and bloody. She somehow convinced my father to transfer me to a different school. That's when I started to attend DA." Blaine pointed at his blue school sweatshirt with the school name in thick red lettering. "It was wonderful there, I have to say. I met two great people; Wes and David, and they told me straight off they could tell I was gay, but they also said that they didn't have a problem with it, that no one in the school would.
"I made some great friends in my school, but I also made one not-so-great friend, and I let him get under my skin. I let him use me, abuse me and… well, destroy me."
"What do you mean 'abuse' you, Blaine?" Kurt asked, his voice increasing in pitch at the end of the sentence.
"Well… When I was entering my Fourth year, he asked me out. He said he'd liked me for a while, and I believed him; I had no reason not to. He was wonderful at first… the perfect boyfriend, really. But he tried to do things I didn't want him to, and when I continuously refused his advances, he started to get…" Blaine swallowed around the lump in his throat, "Well, he got violent."
"How violent, Blaine." Kurt asked, though it came out as more of a demand.
"He would… throw me against walls, force me onto his bed… stuff like that. And in public he was always there. Like… like he knew if he let me out of his sight I'd tell someone. But I wouldn't have. I was terrified of what he would do if I even tried. Wes and David knew something was wrong. Heck, half my year knew something was wrong. I had…" Blaine dropped down on the couch again. He felt himself getting emotional, but he didn't want to cry in front of Kurt. He needed to be strong around Kurt. When he felt the taller boys' arm around his shoulder and his warmth against his side, though, Blaine lost it. The tears started to prick in his eyes, and he didn't even try to stop them from flowing.
"I blocked them all out, Kurt. I closed off the only people who could help me. I let him beat me and bruise me, and then I would clean myself up using magic so no one would know. And when he figured out I knew how to do that…" Blaine shuddered, "It got so, so much worse. He stopped trying to avoid the places people could see, and he threatened that if I didn't fix it by morning he would kill me. And I didn't doubt that there was only truth behind his threats.
"I got a maximum of two hours sleep each night, and even then I was barely asleep. I was scared of what he could do while I was asleep. If it weren't for Wes and David forcing themselves into my room one night while I was trying to fix myself up… I would probably still be there right now. They made me go to the principal and tell her everything, and when she called my mum and told her… Well, that's how I ended up here. In the middle of semester."
"You let him… you let him do that to you for almost two and a half years?" Kurt felt his own tears on his cheeks. He dropped his head and rested his forehead on Blaine's shoulder, tightening his grip on him. "I…"
"I'm sorry."
"Blaine, no." Kurt turned him so that they were eye-to-eye. "It's not your fault. He was a stupid, ignorant, prat. It's not your fault at all."
"I should've been stronger than that." Blaine shook his head, "If I would've just… beat him back or something… I don't know, maybe I wouldn't feel like such a pathetic failure?"
"No," Kurt shook his head, "No, if you would've done that it would've only made it worse. I wish you would've gone to a teacher without being forced to, but I understand why you didn't."
"I just… he makes me feel so gross. Like I'm rubbish now."
"You're not. You're wonderful. You're talented. Sure, you're a bit of a reckless idiot at times, but you're you, and you're my best friend. He didn't ruin you at all."
"Thank you, Kurt." Blaine said, resting his forehead against the other boy's. "I… I know it sounds stupid, but I really needed to hear that."
"It doesn't sound stupid at all."