naderegen asked you: slytherin!Blaine and gryffindor!Kurt being competitive and cute
A/N: One of my major failures in the HP fandom was dialogue and Britishisms, so for this drabble’s sake, I’m not going to try. If that if a major turn off for you in HP fic, I totally understand!
My other major failure in the HP fandom was being twelve and still crying over not getting my Hogwarts letter.
Blaine confuses the hell out of Kurt.
He’s the only Slytherin who looks forward to Charms class. He’s active in both S.P.E.W. and his house Quidditch team. (Beater. Oh, the innuendos that come with that one.)
Blaine is kind to everyone, regardless of their bloodline. This is surprising, seeing as the Andersons have been sorted into the Slytherin house for as long as anyone can remember.
He would have an excuse if he turned out to be a little snot.
But he’s not.
Kurt is a beater on the Gryffindor house team, and he enjoys when they’re matched up against Slytherin. Other house rivalries pale in comparison to theirs. The atmosphere is electric. He feeds off the energy of the crowd. He lives for the moments where he catches Blaine’s eye across the foggy morning skies, sees that marvelous glint in his amber eyes.
This is the only time where Blaine Anderson isn’t exactly nice.
Sure, he’s not like most of the other beaters, looking to knock people off their brooms. He’s the type who is fiercely protective of his teammates. Any bludgers that get even close to them are sent soaring across the field.
But the second the snitch is caught and their feet touch the ground, the glint is gone. Blaine is back to his usual self. He shakes hands and says ‘good game.’ Even when his team has lost.
Kurt’s hand always lingers a moment longer than most. Even though the touch is muted by leather riding gloves, he pretends he can feel the warmth of Blaine’s palm. He smiles. “Good game.”