You Are Magical, Lyrical, Beautiful
Kurt, Rachel, Santana, Mercedes, and Tina were on their way back from Muggle Studies when their progression was brought to a halt with a loud, “Yo.” Kurt and the rest looked to their left, where a group of semi-familiar Hufflepuffs were posed around a column against the wall. It looked vaguely like a Teen Vogue spread.
"Are you talking to us?" Mercedes asked.
"I’m talking to the gorgeous creature on your right," said the assumed owner of the "yo." The girls glanced at Kurt while Kurt scrutinized the speaker: he wasn’t wearing his robes, his tie was undone, his shirt was untucked, and he was wearing aviators inside. It took Kurt a moment to place him, because he was used to Blaine Anderson being done up preppy-tight. "Are you part Veela, baby, ‘cause the way you dance drives me wild."
"Okay, what is happening?" Santana laughed—nearly cackled. She had her "I need more information so that I can mock" expression on. "Are you a Hufflepuff gang?”
"Yes, we are!" Blaine said, lowering his sunglasses so that she could get the full effect of his narrowed eyebrows. "Nothing says ‘gang’ like loyalty and not being afraid of getting your hands dirty."
Kurt glanced from Blaine to the others in his “posse.” Puckerman was the only one who looked even vaguely intimidating. Brittany was staring dreamily off in another direction, Sam’s hair was obscuring most of his face, and Mike was smiling brightly at them. He waved when Kurt’s eyes landed on him.