EDITED BY MY AMAZING BETA DGM otaku
James Orion Black was the Shite. He was hot. He was British. He was smart, nice, funny, loyal, fair, calm, just, and good at every fucking sport. Most of all he treated everyone with respect, he hadn't leered at a single Cheerio, or threw a single slushie. Everyone liked him, even Sue and Figgins. Oddly enough he didn't really have any friends and though he'd lived in the small town for a few months now all anyone knew about him was he from "Surrey, not London" and most likely had a younger sibling as he'd been seen picking up a toddler from daycare a few times.
Kurt sat in Home Ec. on a particularly slow day watching the back of the newest McKinley heart-throb's head. It was such a pretty head, and even better from the front. He was always amazed by how down to earth the boy in front of him was. He loved that he was such an awesome cook, and that he actually paid attention to the teacher as if she knew what she was talking about. Even now he appeared to be taking notes.
The young countertenor also marveled at the fact he didn't care what others thought of him, a very rare (read: nonexistent) trait amongst teenagers in Lima. Despite popular belief even the Glee kids cared; they all wanted to be like some else or just be better.
"';,..,;'"
Harry came to Lima with his charges Tommy, Bella, Teddy, and Octavian. He came to get away from the magical world where people would judge Tommy and Bella for who they'd once been and Teddy for his lycanthropy. Harry could've gone anywhere, been anyone. He had rather powerful friends in both worlds, after all.
Instead, he decided to change his name while keeping his age and going to high school like an average eighteen year old. Who was currently staring at his crush's reflection in a metal spoon and attempting to draw him.
Harry had grown rather fond of this muggle community. Sure it was a little backward, but it was nothing he couldn't fix. It didn't really matter to him anyway as none of those prejudice would affect his kids. He sighed as he couldn't quite get the exact shape of Kurt's adorable little nose. That was the one thing he needed to fix with Lima, how they treated the LGBT community. He had been laying the ground work for a couple of months by making bullying something that was frowned upon and building himself up as the school idol and all-around good guy.
Phase two...join Glee.
"';,..,;'"
Kurt was carrying a too large stack of music sheets Mr. Schue sent him to get from the teacher's car. Why did that Curly-Q monster send him on his own get a stack that was nearly as big as him? He stumbled a little over an unseen empty slushie cup and nearly dropped his whole load. He would have too, if it hadn't been for the two large warm hands that landed on Kurt's lower back while one went to the stack of music.
"You okay there, Darling?" came a smooth British voice above Kurt. The voice was surprisingly close to Kurt's ear, sending shivers down his spine. His head snapped up, bringing his face inches away from the face of one James Black. Oh. My. Gaga.
"Need a little help, Sweetheart?" chuckled the green eyed man. (A/N: teehee...Bolt)(B/N: haha, oh noez! Harry is evil! …and you don't need to add this…)
"Um...uh, yea-please?" Kurt choked out, a slow blush bleeding across the bridge of his nose and onto his cheeks.
James took the majority of the papers from Kurt, his fingers brushing the slighter boy's, making his little heart go all aflutter.
"Lead the way my Prince!" James replied with a cheery grin and wink. Kurt was fairly sure he had never blushed this much in his life.
"';,..,;'"
The pair entered the choir room and Kurt was giggling like a mad man while Harry possessed a pleased grin. They settled the music atop the piano and split; Kurt to the rest of the club and Harry towards Mr. Schuster. The club murmured curiously as Mr. Schue made his way to address them, flanked by James.
"Guys, today we will be having James audition for us, so please be respectful." Murmurs grew in intensity at this news. "You may begin whenever you're ready James."
"Thank you, sir!" the Brit chirped cheerily, and with a few quick whispers with the band he made his way to the middle of the room. "This is 'Live Like We're Dying' by The Script."
He took a deep breath.
Sometimes we fall down and can't get back up
We're hiding behind skin that's too tough
How come we don't say I love you enough
Till it's too late, it's not too late
His gaze flickered to Kurt on the 'I love you' bit. Only Santana seemed to notice which made her smirk.
Our hearts are hungry for a food that won't come
We could make a feast from these crumbs
And we're all staring down the barrel of a gun
So if your life flashed before you
What would you wish you would've done
Yeah... gotta start
Lookin' at the hand of the time we've been given here
This is all we got and we gotta start thinkin' if
Every second counts on a clock that's tickin'
Gotta live like we're dying
Yeah we got
86 400 seconds in a day to
Turn it all around or throw it all away
We gotta tell 'em that we love 'em
While we got the chance to say
Gotta live like we're dying
Again his eyes flicked to Kurt. This boy was not subtle in the least.
And if your plane fell out of the skies
Who would you call with your last goodbyes
Should be so careful who we let fall out of our lives
So when we long for absolution
There'll be no one on the line
Yeah... gotta start
Lookin' at the hand of the time we've been given here
This is all we got and we gotta start thinkin' if
Every second counts on a clock that's tickin'
Gotta live like we're dying
We only got
86 400 seconds in a day to
Turn it all around or throw it all away
We gotta tell 'em that we love 'em
While we got the chance to say
Gotta live like we're dying
Like we're dying oh- like we're dying
We only got
86 400 seconds in a day to
Turn it all around or throw it all away
We gotta tell 'em that we love 'em
While we got the chance to say
Gotta live - like we're dying
You never know a good thing till it's gone
You never see a crash until it's head on
All these people right when we're dead wrong
You never know a good thing till it's gone
Yeah... gotta start
Lookin' at the hand of the time we've been given here
This is all we got and we gotta start thinkin' if
Every second counts on a clock that's tickin'
Gotta live like we're dying
We only got
86 400 seconds in a day to
Turn it all around or throw it all away
We gotta tell 'em that we love 'em
While we got the chance to say
Gotta live like we're dying
Like we're dying oh - like we're dying
We only got
86 400 seconds in a day to
Turn it all around or throw it all away
We gotta tell 'em that we love 'em
While we got the chance to say
Gotta live like we're dying
Live like we're dying
"Welcome to GLEE!" cawed one Rachel Berry. "Oh, your voice is amazing, even better than Finn's. Don't worry, you'll totally get a duet with me," she said with a would-be flirty smile, after all, the leads had to have SOME romantic drama.
"No, that's okay, I have a different duet partner in mind," he said to an affronted Rachel, eyes once again flickering to Kurt.
Beside Santana, Brittany mumbled, "Do we have a new dolphin?"