There’s so much Hogwarts!Klaine and it’s making me happy and want to write more! For miss-awesomesauce because she asked for more of this verse.

This is the third part but chronologically comes before this and this. I think I’m going to have to make a tag or something for these because it’s becoming a thing and I have ideas. It’s a ‘verse not a story though so they’re not really going to have a specific order or organisation to how they’re posted.

“Mr Anderson, would you care to share with the class?” Professor McGonagall asks, shooting an icy glare across the class room. Everyone turns in their seats , including Kurt, to look at where the Gryffindor is sitting with his back rim-rod straight and his eyes wide as he stares at his Head of House. On either side of him, Finn and Sam look like one of the ghosts have just passed through them.

“Uh, n-no, professor, I was just-” he tries to explain and the whole class snickers, watching with amusement now. “S-Sam and I were just-”

“Maybe,” she says in a hard voice, “if yourself and Mr Evans spent more time concentrating on Transfiguration and less time on Quidditch you’d be able to successfully turn your Teapot into a Tortoise and not merely give your crockery a new pattern, Mr Anderson.”

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PG-13, 530 words, hogwarts!klaine

Sitting cross-legged on the window sill, Blaine was observing the vast grounds of Hogwarts. The towers were slowly dressing themselves in the winter snow, the crests of the forest trees were ruffled by the cold winds, there was a thin trail of smoke coming out of Hagrid’s stone hut.

Glancing over to the frozen lake, Blaine noticed that there was no one skating there yet. It was still too early. He sighed. Of course Kurt wouldn’t be up at first light on a Saturday. Only Blaine was foolish enough to wake up so early, just to wait for an owl that might not come.

His breath on the glass left a foggy cloud. He traced his and Kurt’s initials inside of it, then wiped them away.

If anyone ever found out, it would be a huge scandal. The captain of the Gryffindor team, Blaine Anderson, fallen completely for Kurt Hummel, none other than the Slytherin Seeker. He could only imagine how his teammates would react. Once he tried to organize a party for the Quidditch players of all the Four Houses, and they stopped talking to him altogether, until he apologized and proposed a winning strategy for the upcoming game. From what Kurt told him, the Slytherin team wasn’t any better.

And yet, he still longed for Kurt.

Sometimes he thought that he could give up on Quidditch for Kurt, if only he asked. It would disappoint Cooper, his parents, his teammates and friends, his professors, the whole Gryffindor House, but if it could make Kurt happy, he would do it in the blink of an eye.

He wondered if Kurt would do the same for him.

Their secret meetings were brief but always intense. They met in changing rooms, in empty classrooms, in any deserted corner they could find. Blaine mastered to perfection the Muffliato Charm, the Invisibility Spell, always had a little flask of the anti-hickeys potion at hand, disguised as cough drops.

The way Kurt kissed left Blaine breathless and craving for more, he never thought that Kurt’s kisses were as powerful as magic. When they met, there was no time for talking, no time for anything but holding each other as close as possible and surrendering to pleasure.

But they could talk at length on mornings like this, when the castle was still asleep, and only the screeching of the window frame and the flapping wings of an owl could betray the slow conversation that was going on between two secret lovers.

Dear B,

I can’t wait anymore. I want to be with you, just spend a few hours together, quietly. I love writing to you, but I’m always paranoid that someone will intercept Pavarotti. I need to hold you and talk to you, see your face when you laugh. The good news is, I might have a plan.

Yesterday my friend S (the beater, you know her) got drunk and told me about this room, that comes in times of need. I hope what she said is the truth, because it sounds exactly like something from my dreams. I’ll write to you how to get there, but please, tell me you want this too.

Waiting for your reply,


Blaine’s heart beat fast as he skimmed over the familiar handwriting, and in no time he was already attaching the response to Pav’s neck.

Yes, a thousand times yes.

Based on this post (not my idea!):

“To Kurt, amortentia would smell like coffee with two sugar and one cream, it would smell like pine trees and the crisp morning air of a winter day, it would smell like cinnamon and winter.

And, no matter how much he wanted to deny it, it would always smell like that stupid raspberry hairgel.”

“To Blaine, it would smell like clean laundry, the warm, dusty scent of a brightly-lit stage, hairspray, piano keys, and mocha.”

We’ll just go ahead and pretend that Gryffindor and Ravenclaw share protions class when they’re tought about amortentia 

I have slightly mixed feelings about how it turned out, but the idea behind it was too sweet to pass up :)

Klaine one-shot - “More than Words” (Rated PG13)

Blaine returns to Hogwarts to help prepare the students for hard times ahead, but he also has an ulterior motive - to keep one special Slytherin boy safe. (3179 words)

A/N: This is another re-write, but I made vast changes from the original - notably the mention of the new wizarding schools featured on the Pottermore website. Angst, romance, and drama. Harry Potter AU. Slytherin!Kurt, Ravenclaw!Blaine.

Read on AO3.

“Non-verbal spell casting,” Blaine announces, walking between the aisles of students - some watching him intently, others reading the information in the books open in front of them, “requires an extreme amount of concentration to master. Like many of the more complex spell casting techniques, it will tax you emotionally …” He pauses to help a student turn their book to the right page, then moves on “… especially since you will be called upon to use it under duress. But if you can manage it, it will be one in a long list of skills that might give you a leg up. Ensure your victory.” As he talks, strolling the room to give everyone the benefit of his attention, Blaine searches the sea of faces for one special student. He shouldn’t be that hard to find, but then again, there’s about sixty kids attending this lecture. “You’ll need to learn to focus, clear your mind, sharpen your mental acuity, all while fending off one or more attackers.” Blaine turns a full circle. He looks at the eyes staring anxiously at him and smiles sympathetically. “Simple, right?”

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So this is set a few months before this and I may have one or two smaller ideas about this ‘verse so it may turn into something bigger in while. Anyway, enjoy some Hogwarts!Klaine

“Blaine, you were-”

Kurt,” Blaine gasps, almost falling on top of him when Kurt pulls him into a little corner off of the tunnel. “Kurt, what are you doing here?”

“-so amazing, I just, I can’t believe you can do… Well, that!” Kurt says, eyes full of awe. He wraps an arm around Blaine’s shoulders and pulls him in closer, lips ghosting over Blaine’s. “So, so amazing.”

“I thought- mmph - I thought you didn’t like Quidditch, Kurt,” Blaine mumbles between kisses and he’s grinning, he can hardly help it. 

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Two Glee sorting thoughts

There’s not like a big sorting debate going on, and I don’t want to start one.  But I really like thinking about the conversations the kids would with the Sorting Hat that would make them get put where they go. And I have two that are very very clear in my mind. 


After “Pierce, Brittany” is called and she puts the Sorting Hat on, it isn’t quite sure what to make of her first. But before it can start really looking, Brittany starts asking questions. About how the hat can talk, and if it ever says anything else, and does it only work if you have magic? And will her cat Lord Tubbington be able to come with her? Or does he need to get sorted separately, or does he have to go to Gryffindor because lions are big cats? Will she be able to talk to other cats after she studies, and not just Lord Tubbington? When do classes start? Is there math? Is there a magic way to make math make more sense? Will she -

Before she can finish or ask anymore questions, because the hat can’t get a single word in between this crowd of thoughts and questions, the shout of “Ravenclaw” rings through the crowd. 


“Hummel, Kurt” is called out and a very, very small boy with a brightly colored scarf tucked under his robes steps out of line. His posture is straight and his head held high, but hat knows how scared he is, and why.

The hat sees a quick wit and a sharp mind, sees a kind and compassionate heart, but also the fear and asks, “What do you most want?”

Kurt answers, “To be safe.”

“If I put you in Gryffindor, lots of people would look out for you and protect for you. You’re very brave, and so are they.”

“No,” answers Kurt, in his head. “I don’t want other people to protect me. I want to protect myself.”

“Alright then,” the hat answers and shouts to the full room, “Slytherin!”

So it’s September 1st and I’m sitting here trying not to cry because the only robe I’m wearing is my bath robe. So, instead, HAVE SOME HOGWARTS!KLAINE. This fits into my previous hogwarts!klaine ‘verse so you can check them out too if you like.

For sararye because she seems just as upset about the “We’re not going to Hogwarts” thing as I am.

Kurt is warily eyeing up Finn and his trunk, barrelling down the walkway between platforms nine and ten, keeping a steady hold on his own but ready to jump in if Finn looses control and it careens into a passerby. An old fashioned trunk and an owl would be hard to explain to muggles, even now they garner a few odd looks but this is London, not much phases them. 

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S2 Blaine is a Gryffindor, s3 Blaine is Hufflepuff, s4 Blaine forgot to go to class because he was crying over Kurt, s5 Blaine made his own fucking own house up.

He’s the head of the house and he wears a cape and does magic and he’s the seeker on their Quidditch team and they’re gonna win the house cup and you can just fucking deal with it. 

Problem solved.

Fic: All That I Love

no I didn’t use a Get Back to Hogwarts lyric for the title that would be stupid

alianne and I were talking about Hufflepuff!Blaine and Gryffindor!Kurt sneaking down to the kitchens for cheesecake, and then this happened. ~1500 words, PG-13 for cursing.

Blaine peeked out from behind the suit of armor on the seventh floor, hoping to see Kurt’s distinctive coif making its way toward him from Gryffindor Tower. Technically it wasn’t after hours just yet, so if a professor saw him he couldn’t actually get in trouble, but why borrow trouble?

“Blaine?” a familiar voice hissed. “Where are – oh my God!”

“Sorry, sorry,” Blaine said quietly. He had burst out from behind the armor a little too quickly for high-strung, easily frightened Kurt, and his boyfriend was now doubled over a bit in shock. “Didn’t want Mrs. Norris to see me.”

“Shouldn’t that damn cat be dead by now?” Kurt asked, straightening up. “It was here when Harry Potter was a student, for God’s sake.”

“I think she’s actually Mrs. Norris the Second,” Blaine said, remembering some gossip he’d overheard from the Fat Friar. “Anyways, are you ready for your anniversary surprise?”

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