The Slytherin Diaries (Glee/Harry Potter Crossover)
Media: Fan Fiction
Title: The Slytherin Diaries
Author:
the_downfall1Rating: PG
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine
Spoilers: None
Warnings: A few swears
Word Count: 649
Summary: Slytherin Kurt Hummel has it bad for the captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team.
Author's Note: A short drabble written for the crossover challenge at sectionals Toying with the idea of expanding this-but no promises!
Dear Diary,
I, Kurt Hummel, will admit that I cannot play Quidditch to save my life. I’ve accepted it, come to terms with it, got the hell over it, and honestly, I couldn’t really care less. Sure, it’s popular everywhere, and everyone is good at it, and apparently, if you aren’t into it, you’re blind. Because it’s so enticing, right? Flying around hundreds of feet off the ground, trying not to fall those hundreds of feet to the ground, dodging balls that would love to crack your skull open-it all sounds so exciting! And not to mention the absolutely gorgeous wrinkled clothes and that super sexy birds’ nest hair.
The sport is simply not for me. I don’t understand the appeal. This statement, however entirely true, makes me an absolute hypocrite, seeing as I’m now the Gryffindor Quidditch Team’s biggest fan.
More specifically, I am now the Gryffindor Quidditch Team’s Seeker’s new biggest fan.
His name is Blaine Anderson. He’s a brunette, hazel eyed, tan skinned knockout who is my Herbology partner (for the rest of the year. The rest. Of. The. Year. Thank you Professor Longbottom).
I realize I fall in love easily. I couldn’t count how many pages of this damn diary I’ve spent scribbling about my latest crush, obsession, stalking victim, ect. I understand I’m pathetic, and if anyone read this, I’d be publicly humiliated by the entire house for the rest of my life. But you should see this boy.
It was an instant attraction. It was fireworks. It was straight out of a storybook, and I’ve never been so happy about having a secret crush. Ever.
When Professor Longbottom told everyone about our year-long partners, I wasn’t hopeful in the slightest. I assumed, with my luck, I’d get stuck with some homophobic asshole, some self-titled ‘fag hag’ who thinks my voice is “absolutely adorable!” or, you know, a Hufflepuff. And when he said our names together, “Kurt Hummel with Blaine Anderson” it just sounded right. And I swear that was before I looked at the guy. He just takes his seat right next to me, this absolutely adorable smile on his face, and right away, my heart had fucking melted.
Blaine is the most charming human being I have ever had the privileging of meeting. He has this old world charm in his mannerisms, the way he speaks, the way he moves. I don’t know how to explain it, really. He’s extremely flirty, which I’m not complaining about at all. He’s a very intelligent partner to have in class, and cares about his class work. Not to mention, he’s a very attentive listener, and a very enthusiastic conversationalist. And those eyes, diary. Is it absolutely silly of me to say that I’m lost in them? Yes. I don’t care.
I did some research on him, and I found out from a few undisclosed sources (Rachel Berry, you are a goddess) that he is a very prestigious student, a very homosexual and prestigious student (fate is on my side!), and the captain of the Quidditch team.
Our amazing meeting happened last week. Since then, I’ve attended five Quidditch practices. I’ve spent approximately six hours sitting on the cold, hard bleachers watching a boy I’m absolutely smitten with fly around in the air. And Blaine looks absolutely stunning doing it too. He has these muscles that fit perfectly inside those otherwise-atrocious uniforms, and after practice, his windswept hair looks fantastic.
Tomorrow we have a project to finish, and a study date (seriously, if anyone found this diary) in the library after class. My heart is aflutter simply thinking about it. I feel like the luckiest little gay boy in the world.
I would learn to like Quidditch for this boy. Hell, strap me in one of those fugly helmets and call me Seeker. Because Blaine Anderson is the keeper of my heart.
Yours Blissfully,
Kurt Hummel
Title: The Slytherin Diaries
Author:
the_downfall1Rating: PG
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine
Spoilers: None
Warnings: A few swears
Word Count: 649
Summary: Slytherin Kurt Hummel has it bad for the captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team.
Author's Note: A short drabble written for the crossover challenge at sectionals Toying with the idea of expanding this-but no promises!
Dear Diary,
I, Kurt Hummel, will admit that I cannot play Quidditch to save my life. I’ve accepted it, come to terms with it, got the hell over it, and honestly, I couldn’t really care less. Sure, it’s popular everywhere, and everyone is good at it, and apparently, if you aren’t into it, you’re blind. Because it’s so enticing, right? Flying around hundreds of feet off the ground, trying not to fall those hundreds of feet to the ground, dodging balls that would love to crack your skull open-it all sounds so exciting! And not to mention the absolutely gorgeous wrinkled clothes and that super sexy birds’ nest hair.
The sport is simply not for me. I don’t understand the appeal. This statement, however entirely true, makes me an absolute hypocrite, seeing as I’m now the Gryffindor Quidditch Team’s biggest fan.
More specifically, I am now the Gryffindor Quidditch Team’s Seeker’s new biggest fan.
His name is Blaine Anderson. He’s a brunette, hazel eyed, tan skinned knockout who is my Herbology partner (for the rest of the year. The rest. Of. The. Year. Thank you Professor Longbottom).
I realize I fall in love easily. I couldn’t count how many pages of this damn diary I’ve spent scribbling about my latest crush, obsession, stalking victim, ect. I understand I’m pathetic, and if anyone read this, I’d be publicly humiliated by the entire house for the rest of my life. But you should see this boy.
It was an instant attraction. It was fireworks. It was straight out of a storybook, and I’ve never been so happy about having a secret crush. Ever.
When Professor Longbottom told everyone about our year-long partners, I wasn’t hopeful in the slightest. I assumed, with my luck, I’d get stuck with some homophobic asshole, some self-titled ‘fag hag’ who thinks my voice is “absolutely adorable!” or, you know, a Hufflepuff. And when he said our names together, “Kurt Hummel with Blaine Anderson” it just sounded right. And I swear that was before I looked at the guy. He just takes his seat right next to me, this absolutely adorable smile on his face, and right away, my heart had fucking melted.
Blaine is the most charming human being I have ever had the privileging of meeting. He has this old world charm in his mannerisms, the way he speaks, the way he moves. I don’t know how to explain it, really. He’s extremely flirty, which I’m not complaining about at all. He’s a very intelligent partner to have in class, and cares about his class work. Not to mention, he’s a very attentive listener, and a very enthusiastic conversationalist. And those eyes, diary. Is it absolutely silly of me to say that I’m lost in them? Yes. I don’t care.
I did some research on him, and I found out from a few undisclosed sources (Rachel Berry, you are a goddess) that he is a very prestigious student, a very homosexual and prestigious student (fate is on my side!), and the captain of the Quidditch team.
Our amazing meeting happened last week. Since then, I’ve attended five Quidditch practices. I’ve spent approximately six hours sitting on the cold, hard bleachers watching a boy I’m absolutely smitten with fly around in the air. And Blaine looks absolutely stunning doing it too. He has these muscles that fit perfectly inside those otherwise-atrocious uniforms, and after practice, his windswept hair looks fantastic.
Tomorrow we have a project to finish, and a study date (seriously, if anyone found this diary) in the library after class. My heart is aflutter simply thinking about it. I feel like the luckiest little gay boy in the world.
I would learn to like Quidditch for this boy. Hell, strap me in one of those fugly helmets and call me Seeker. Because Blaine Anderson is the keeper of my heart.
Yours Blissfully,
Kurt Hummel