i just really needed to write something, so here, take some wizard!Hogwarts!klaine while i hide from the quality /o\

Kurt cherishes the afternoon visits to Hogsmeade for many reasons.

Firstly, just to get away from the stress of exams, particularly Arithmancy (seriously, why was he taking that class?). Secondly, he was always in need of something new, be it parchment, chocolate, or getting away from fellow Slytherin Rachel Berry’s constant screeching.  And, lastly and most importantly, Blaine.

Of course, he still sees Blaine after classes and can occasionally sneak a seat at Blaine’s table in the Dining Hall, and for this year at least they share a Herbology class, or sometimes, if he’s lucky enough, the professors and the portraits won’t notice (or care) that he’s snuck off to the Hufflepuff common room for a few hours in the night, and there’s always the weekends…

Okay, Kurt will admit he’s being downright silly.  But they’ve only been together for a few months, after Kurt’s crushed over him since - what was it, third year?  Second? - a long time, at least, and it’s kind of hard not to miss someone so perfect.

“Kurt!  Hello, Kurt? Kurt!” 

Kurt blinks owlishly and mumbles, “Hm?” 

“Let me guess, daydreaming about a certain yellow-and-black clad wizard again?” Rachel teases.  Kurt scoffs and makes to protest, but she raises her hand to silence him.  ”I get it, Kurt, I was the same way with Finn,” she reminds him.  ”As I was saying, Santana and I are going to go head over to Gladrags.  Have fun on your date!”

And with that, the two girls are gone in a blur of dark hair, green, and silver, kicking up snow on their way.  Kurt huffs and brushes it from his robes, checking his reflection in the window of the nearest shop before making his way toward Madam Puddifoot’s.

Blaine, punctual as always, is sitting at their usual table in the back corner.  With a smile, Kurt makes his way over and kisses Blaine’s cheek before sitting down.

“You look great,” Blaine says.

“As do you, but what’s new?” Kurt returns, and they both smile.

“Nothing, really, just classes, exams.” Blaine shrugs.  ”But I got here early and stopped by Honeydukes.  Want some jelly beans?”

Kurt nods and picks a jellybean from the offered box.  It’s a light green color, with darker green spots and a bright red.  ”Okay, so this is either a booger or a margarita,” he says, eyeing it carefully. 

“Here, let me try.” Kurt tears it in half and gives another piece to Blaine.  ”On three,” Blaine says.  ”One, two… three!”

And then, in unison, they both spit the remnants onto a napkin and choke out,  ”Booger.”

Blaine laughs and Kurt grumbles, “I now know why it’s been a few years since I’ve bought those,” and, “Damn you, Bertie Bott.”

It’s quiet for a moment once Kurt’s ordered his tea and Blaine’s downed his own in order to get rid of the taste.  The toe of Kurt’s boot brushes over Blaine’s bare ankle.  Blaine hums along to the choir singing in the square.  Kurt browses the pastries on the menu.  It’s comfortable.

Not until after a while does Blaine say, “Hey, Kurt?”

Kurt looks up from the menu. “Yes, Blaine?”

“I have another jellybean for you to try.”

Kurt gives him an odd look.  ”Alright, then,” he says, “as long as you promise me it’s not poison or shit-flavored.”

The other boy laughs and shakes his head.  ”No, no, nothing like that,” he promises, handing Kurt a jellybean colored a light hue of pink.  ”I tried this one while I was waiting for you.  It tastes fine, but I couldn’t put a name to it…”

Kurt pops it into his mouth, biting into it and waiting for the flavor to settle. 

The first word that comes to mind is Blaine, but then an array of flavors start to show - mocha, pumpkin juice, Madam Puddifoot’s raspberry tea (Blaine’s favorite), and gross, is that booger?

Kurt’s just about to say something, but as he was preoccupied trying to determine the flavor, Blaine had moved to his side and was now capturing his lips in a kiss.

Their first kiss.

All at once, the flavors from the jellybean come rushing at him mixed with the sensation and shock of kissing Blaine.  Kurt starts to kiss back and thinks, Okay, screw wizardry, this is a magic all in its own.

After what seemed like hours but in reality must have only been a few seconds, Blaine pulls away and whispers, “Kiss flavored.”  

Kurt, breathless and grinning, struggles to reply, so instead he kisses Blaine again, and again, and again.

* * * 

Blaine asks the question just before they get up to leave. ”So, how did the jellybean compare?”

Kurt tilts his head to the side.  ”What?”

“The kiss-flavored jellybean,” Blaine explains.  ”Do you think Bertie Bott got the flavor alright?”

“Oh, spot on. But…” Kurt adds, cupping Blaine’s cheek in one hand and kissing him for the tenth time since the first, “I’ll take the real thing any day.”