“Sebastian,” Kurt warned the other Slytherin as he snaked his arms around Kurt.
“You know you love me,” Sebastian teased.
Kurt pushed the other teen off the bench, “I really don’t.”
Sebastian pretended to look hurt, melodramatically clutching at his heart. He took the seat next to Kurt again, as close as he could be without touching. “That Gryffindor’s been asking about you,” Sebastian purred into his housemate’s ear, “Anderson. He’s kind of cute in a puppy sort of way.”
Kurt felt a shiver creep down his spine.
“So that got me thinking, what with the Yule Ball coming up…”
He frowned, Sebastian couldn’t be serious. He rolled his shoulder in annoyance, hitting Sebastian on the chin. “It could be any number of things, but you’re incorrigible, so naturally the first thing you go to is that. You don’t even know if he’s gay.”
“We don’t know he’s not,” Sebastian countered. “He hasn’t asked any girls yet. He might be asking for you, but that’s only because you have a serious case of gay face. He doesn’t know there are better options available.”
Kurt shot him a look of disgust.
“I’m going to ask him,” Sebastian concluded smugly.
Dear Journal, something strange happened yesterday. I felt something below the neck. Dare I admit it? I have feelings for one Harry Potter. Sexy, non-murdering feelings. True love always springs from true hate. I'll admit, in the past, I've fantasized about waking up with Potter's head on the pillow next to me, except now I picture it attached to the rest of his body.
“I don’t see what the rush is. There will be other Hogsmeade trips, you know!”
“Not before Christmas, obviously!”
Rachel’s continued grumbling goes ignored as they move a little faster along the snowy path.
two days before Christmas Eve. Kurt is determined to finish shopping
for his family today and no amount of disgruntled commentary from Rachel
will deter him. He’s already special-ordered a Haileybury Hammers
jersey for Finn; his oddly specific obsession with Canadian Quidditch
teams vexes Kurt, frankly, but the Hammers are his favorite, so
whatever. He managed to get a signed vinyl of Celestina Warbeck’s
greatest hits for Carole (which he’d had half a mind to keep for
himself, but it’s Christmas). Rachel and Mercedes are getting charmed
mirrors that will cheer and offer constructive criticism when they sing
(and Kurt did charm another one of those for himself). But his
dad has been so difficult to shop for this year and all of Kurt’s plans
thus far have fallen through. He just hopes it isn’t too late to snag
his last-ditch idea, because he doesn’t know what to do if this doesn’t
He’s rushing his way into Spintwitches Sporting Goods when he bashes into an equally fast-moving body that’s on its way out.