Brotherly Secrets Chapter 1, a Harry Potter + Glee Crossover fanfic

Authors' Note: Hello our esteemed readers! We have a quick explanation for you. Brotherly Secrets is a collaborative writing between two best friends, who ironically have the same name: Emily. Because of that, we shall be known by two different names. Sherlock and Watson. Watson (myself) writes a majority of this story as well as all of Gryffindor Secret, while Sherlock mostly betas and provides ideas, but also occasionally writes.

Apologies in advance for the odd updates this fic will have. Two writers means everything takes two times as long. If you have any questions for us please put them in your reviews or in a PM. We promise to answer every question.

On that note, we have just one last thing to add, this is basically a prompt fic. We already a have a lot written, but feel free to give us a prompt or tell us what you want to read in your review or in a PM.

HARRY POTTER AND BLAINE POTTER

Blaine Anderson looked at the boy standing next to him. Their hands were so close together Blaine would only have to reach over a fraction of an inch to be able to hold it.

So he did.

A smile flashed over Drew's face in response to the contact. Blaine smiled too. He was so happy about going to the dance with Drew. Drew was the one to encourage Blaine to come out to the school and to his parents. After Blaine took Drew's advice about being out, Blaine had soon asked him to the Sadie Hawkins Dance, even if it was just as friends.

It was then, after he asked, that the bulling had started. Subtle at first, slurs as he walked down the halls, then more and more blatant, books being stolen, locker slams, threats, the occasional sucker punch. It really shouldn't have been a surprise to Blaine and Drew that the bullies were about to carry through on their threats.

Blaine was inching closer to Drew, considering telling him just how much he was grateful for everything when it happened. The shove came out of nowhere. Blaine stumbled forward, his hand ripping out of Drew's. Blaine was on the ground with throbbing hands and knees.

"Sup homos!" the guy who had shoved Blaine knocked Drew down and added a right hook to Blaine's face. Blaine could feel Drew shake beside him. "I think its about time you both learn what happens to fags in the real world," the guy said as he landed a particularly hard kick to Blaine's side. Blaine could tell by the grunt Drew made that he was on the receiving end of similar treatment.

"You think Trenton? Well that's a surprise to me," Blaine said trying to gain some dominance in the situation while simultaneously cursing his Potter genes making him so stubborn. He wasn't about to roll over and play dead.

"Shut the fuck up Anderson!" Steve Trenton cried with another hard kick to Blaine's side. He thought he heard a crack as he curled up.

"Quit playing with the shit, Man." Steve's right hand man, Vince, said. "Lets just finish this; it's cold as fuck out here." Blaine winced; he hadn't even heard the 200 plus linebacker come up next to Trenton.

"Fine. Let's show these cheap ass pussies what it means to be for sale." Blaine was then grabbed by the collar of his dress shirt and hauled onto his feet and held there by Trenton as Vince punched and kicked every part of Blaine he could reach. Blaine tried to fight back, but once Steve figured out was he trying to do he twisted Blaine's arm around till it popped. Blaine's scream was stifled by a punch to his jaw and he was thrown onto the frozen ground.

Steve grinned viciously at Blaine and stomped on Blaine's arm till he heard a satisfying crack. Blaine was powerless to stop him as Vince continued to pummel to kick his ribs and punch his face.

Steve and Vince continued for what felt like hours, Blaine's entire body felt like it was on fire and throbbing every second, finally they placed one last kick each and walked off to their cars laughing. Blaine rolled over to his side, coughing up blood, to see if Drew was alright. He couldn't remember if he heard sounds of pain. The last thing he saw before blacking out from the needle like pain was his and Drew's hands almost touching as they lay in the red stained snow.

When Blaine came around from the swallowing blackness he was lying on what felt like a moving cushion. As he became more and more conscious the pain came flooding back to his senses. He started to scream.

"You're okay, son. Everything is going to be fine," a man that seemed to be examining Blaine's arm said reassuringly, "Can you tell me your name?"

"Blaine. Blaine Pot-Anderson. Blaine Anderson." He answered weakly. The fog of painless black was returning and he barely heard the man saying something about holding on.

Blaine opened his eyes and blinked a few times to clear the last of the hazy fog. He was in a room he had never seen before; it was white and brightly lit, and there was a strange beeping sound coming from his right side. Suddenly the door on the side of the room opened, making him jump.

"Mr. Anderson, you're awake!" the nurse said with a smile. That was when Blaine realized he was in the hospital. "How are you feeling?" she asked kindly.
"I hurt all over," Blaine replied in a hoarse voice.

"I'm not surprised. You were beaten very badly I'm afraid. Speaking of which, when you're feeling up to it the police need a statement from you about what happened." After Blaine nodded his understanding the kind nurse continued. "We've contacted your parents, and they're on their way. Is there anyone else you'd like us to get a hold of?

There was only one person that Blaine really wanted, but he knew there was no way for this hospital to get in touch with him. That would have to wait. In the mean time there was only one other person he wanted to see and that wasn't his either of his parents. "Do you know where the guy I was found with is? I want to see him."

"What's his name? I can find out how he's doing for you, but you are in no condition to go anywhere just now, and I have a feeling that neither is he."

After Blaine told her Drew's name, she left he was on his own just to think about the pain he was in, and he definitely didn't want to think about being beaten. So he thought about his brother and the first time he found out about him.

Blaine Anderson always knew he was different then the other kids. Even after four years of living in Ohio he still had a small accent that the other kids made fun of. He was also shorter than all the other boys in the forth grade. Both of these things that made him different came from the years he tried to forget. The years in the orphanage. But he was different. Maybe it was because he likes to sing or because he could do sixth grade level math, and this was just for him to know, it was because he wasn't trying to peek under girl's skirts when they played on the monkey bars, instead he was watching the other boys play football. Either way he was different.

Different enough that when an owl was napping on his dresser when he came home form school he didn't scream.

"Hello," Blaine felt like an idiot for talking to an owl, but he just had a feeling.

At some point Blaine's thoughts turned into dreams, which turned into nightmares. Suddenly he woke with a start to find his parent sitting at the side of his bed talking. Realizing that he was awake, they stopped and shifted their attention to him.

"Blaine, honey, you're up! Thank god! I was getting so worried," Blaine's mother said. But he could tell she didn't really mean it, the only thing she was worried about was the work she was missing while being in the hospital with Blaine. "Tell us everything that happened," She demanded with no thought about how Blaine might possibly not be ready to tell the story.

But he did anyways, first to his parent and then to the police, where he named both Steve and Vince in no uncertain terms.

After giving his statement to the cops, Blaine's mother returned to the office, and his father snuck off to the cafeteria. Ever since Blaine had come out his father wouldn't be alone in a room with him. Alone again, Blaine asked the nurse for a pen and some paper. He then wrote a letter to his brother:

Dear Harry,

Hey Harry! What's up with you? I know you're going to freak either way, so I'm just going to come out and say it. I'm in the hospital. I went to my school's dance Sadie Hawkins Dance and afterwards some jerks cornered me. It's really not that bad, I've only been in the hospital for two days, but... I... just really wish you were here. Mother and Father were here for a little bit, but after a bout an hour they left.

If for any amount of miracle that you could come, I'm at Westerville Memorial Hospital, room 1267. I know that with Sirius still in St. Mungo's and you not even being able to visit him, that you probably won't be able to come. But... I need you Harry. I need my big brother to make everything alright.

Harry they hit me so much. It just hurts so bad. I'm so stupid! I can't believe I thought I have one night where those morons wouldn't bother me. So stupid!

Anyway hope you're safe and staying out of trouble.

Love,
Blaine

P.S. Somehow Hedwig is already here. I swear she's psychic or a seer, or something! I'll send my letter with her like always, but are you sure its safe? What if she gets intercepted by death eater, the ministry, or someone else?

Just after Blaine signed the letter, there was a tapping on his hospital window. Blaine looked out and saw a snowy owl sitting on the ledge. "Hedwig," Blaine breathed, that bird never ceased to amaze him.

Blaine was able to open the window enough with his good arm for the owl to come in. After grabbing the letter giving Blaine a sympathetic look Hedwig was back out into the night at full speed to give her master the letter depicting Blaine's situation.

For the rest of the day, and the next, Blaine was still not allowed to see Drew, but he was told that Drew was going to make a full recovery and that he hadn't been hurt nearly as much as Blaine. His parents weren't there for any of that time. They had probably told his nurse and doctor some convincing lie to explain their absence. It was his third day in the hospital though that Blaine received the best surprise he had gotten in a while.

At five past three in the afternoon, a sixteen year old with untidy jet-black hair, round glasses, and a lighting bolt scar on his forehead, walked into Blaine's room. "Blaine!" the teenager said walking up to his bed.

"Harry?" Blaine asked in a tentative way, barely daring to believe his brother was really here. "Is really you?" The next moment the brothers were hugging for the first time in fourteen years. Both were unsurprised to find that they had tears in their eyes.

"How bad is it Blaine?" Harry asked, pulling a chair up to his bedside.

"It's really not that bad, just a few minor things," Blaine said trying to put his brother at ease.

"Really?" Harry gave his brother a look. He then grabbed Blaine's medical chart off the end of the bed and started reading. After a few seconds, Harry let out of growl of anger. "NOT THAT BAD, BLAINE!" Harry took a deep breathe, not wanting to frighten his brother. "A broken and dislocated left arm. Three cracked ribs. Two fractured ribs. A concussion. Internal bruising. And multiple laceration across your entire body. Are you kidding me, Blaine? Not that bad? You could have died! Why the bloody hell would those wankers try to hurt you in the first place?"

Blaine got a very uncomfortable look on his face. "They don't like that I'm . . . ah . . . um . . . a nerd."

"A nerd, Blaine?" Harry asked in a disbelieving voice.

"I wear bow ties, Harry. It kind of makes me a target…" There was no way Blaine was going to tell Harry the real reason. He didn't his brother to hate him, too.

"Alright. But if they give you anymore crap I'm coming to that bloody school of yours and curse them all."

"You'll be sent to Azkaban though won't you?" Blaine asked, remembering his brother's various run-ins with the law.

"It'd be worth it to keep you safe."

Blaine smiled, and a new question popped into his head. "How did you get out of Hogwarts?"

Harry looked guiltily at Blaine. "I may have conned my friends into covering me for the weekend and commandeered one of the schools thestrals."

Blaine chuckled, "Are you serious?"

"No, I'm Harry," Harry laughed.

Blaine yawned, he had been awake for almost six hours, and his pain medication was taking a toll on his energy.

"Go ahead and take a nap Blaine, I'll go to the cafeteria and get something to eat. I'm not leaving until nine." Harry said standing up.

"Thanks Harry," Blaine said as Harry gave him a hug and walked to the door. "I'm so glad that you came." Blaine then closed his eyes and fell into the first nightmare free sleep he had had in three days.

HARRY POTTER AND BLAINE POTTER