AN: Hey, y'all. I've been reading some Harry Potter/Glee Crossovers, and I have to say, I'm hooked. Now, I want to clear a few things up before you begin reading. First, I haven't WATCHED Glee in quite a few years. I still have my favorite moments memorized, but some things may get blurred up in my noggin, such as timelines, though I'm going to try and research online as much as possible. Second, I'm moving the timeline of both stories up to present day, as in 2015-2016 (I'm starting from beginning of this school year). Third, this will be Harry/Kurt, since that has been my favorite pairing so far. (Seriously, read the Anonymity series by AquiliusNyx and Champion's Lullaby by SweetCaroline91. Hope they both update soon, though CL looks less likely) Also, I am making Blaine an ass in this story, not because I dislike him, but because it fits for what I have planned. Darren Criss is awesome. Another thing is that I'm going to be using some of the songs from glee. I'm sorry, but the writers have some damn good taste in music. I'm probably going to have Harry sing some of the songs Darren Criss sings in Glee. They're too good to just pass up. This story will also be non-magic. Lastly, I am making Harry *gasp* American. Again, this is because it helps my muse. Everything else about him, you'll find out in the story, peeps! Alright, I'll shut up so you can read. Hope y'all enjoy, and I'll talk to you at the end of the chapter!

DISCLAIMER: (covering all chapters)I do not own Glee or Harry Potter, nor do I own any of the songs I may use. For songs, I will list the title and artist at the bottom of chapters that have them.

"Nothing in your life is beyond redemption." - Sting

Chapter 1

Kurt was texting away on his phone as he walked to the school entrance, ready for the first day of school. It was junior year, and he was excited to start a new year with his friends, and hopefully pull in a win with New Directions. Though they had lost last year, he was confident they could do it this time.

As he looked up, Kurt sighed. He saw the jocks approaching him with stupid smirks on their faces. Translation; he was going dumpster diving. Dammit. And he really liked the outfit he was wearing. He didn't try to run though; it would be pointless, and make him look like a coward. If there was one thing Kurt Hummel was not, it was a coward.

"Hey, Fag! Welcome back to school. Ready for a swim?" Azimio asked, that dumb grin making Kurt cringe. He couldn't understand how they got pleasure from torturing him. Before he could even answer, two jocks picked him up and carried him to the dumpster. Just as they were about to throw him in, he was saved.

"HEY! What the hell do you think you're doing?! That's not cool. STOP!" Someone shouted. Azimio turned to tell off whoever it was that dared stand up to them, but froze. Standing before him was a 6'6" muscular guy with short, somewhat messy black hair, a black teeshirt and black jeans. His exposed arms were tattooed, and he gave off the aura of a man not to be messed with.

"Uh… Hey. You new here?" Azimio tried deflecting, rubbing the back of his head. The stranger stared at him like he was the dumbest person he'd ever met. He shook his head and answered anyways.

"Yeah, I just moved here from Brooklyn, so you probably don't wanna mess with me, bud. What are you doing to that guy?" He asked, obviously irritated with the jock. Kurt, who had all but forgotten he wasn't standing, was suddenly let down by the two goons holding him near the dumpster. He stumbled a bit, but managed to find his footing. He never took his eyes off of the newcomer.

"Well, we were just giving Kurt here his welcome back present. You see, he's a homo." Azimio told him, as if that explained everything. Kurt cringed, ready for his hero to look at him in disgust and leave him to the dumpster. He was wrong. The newcomer, if anything, seemed even more pissed off.

"So, just because his sexual preference is not the same as yours, that gives you the right to bully him?" He asked, uncrossing his arms and clenching his fists. He seemed to be trying to control his temper. Kurt was shocked. Not many people had stood up for him before, and definitely not when he was being dropped into the dumpster. They usually just waited until it was over and checked if he was okay. This was brand new to him, and he liked it. Azimio, on the other hand, looked shocked. He'd never really had anyone question him before. But he tried gathering his wits (what little there was) about him and glared at the new kid.

"What, are you a faggot too?" He asked, glaring at the taller boy. The other two jocks stepped up beside him, trying to look threatening. The newcomer just raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed with them.

"No. Though it's none of your damn business, I'm homosexual. Not whatever stupid fucking name you'd like to use. That has nothing to do with this, though. Leave. Him. Alone." The kid gritted out, anger burning in his eyes. Kurt was shocked. This guy was gay, too, and not afraid to say it. He wasn't alone anymore. He suddenly felt happy, despite the situation. The jocks all seemed to be shocked too, but glared at instead.

"We don't like queers here. You should head home." Azimio said, hatred in each word.

"Well, I ain't gonna make my mom move again, and I'm sure as hell not letting you stupid motherfuckers scare me. I've seen worse. Now, before we start something, I'd like to head to class, since the bell is about to ring, and there is a teacher coming this way. I suggest we go our separate ways. Come on… Kurt, wasn't it?" The new kid finished, turning his attention to Kurt and dismissing the jocks, who sulked away when they saw, indeed, Mr. Schuester heading their way with a frown on his face.

"Yes. My name's Kurt Hummel." Kurt introduced himself, sticking his hand out to shake hands with him. He flushed and moved over to where his new hero stood. They waited until Schuester reached them a few seconds later.

"Hey Kurt. I saw the football players crowding you. Are you okay?" Mr. Schuester asked, checking Kurt over as he asked. Kurt smiled at him reassuringly.

"I'm fine, Mr. Schue. It seems I have a new hero." He said, turning towards the new kid. For the first time, Kurt really saw his savior. His eyes were so green. The muscles on him were all clearly defined in a way that most guys would kill for. There was a scar curving over his left eye socket, cutting through the brow a bit. The tattoos on his arms were done in blue ink and not too present, but noticeable. He was HOT. Kurt blushed a bit. He was brought back from his ogling of the new student when Mr. Schuester asked for the kid's name after thanking him and introducing himself.

"Harry Potter, sir. I just moved here from Brooklyn. My mom wanted to be closer to her favorite cousin. Actually," the new guy, who Kurt now knew was named Harry, trailed off, "she works here. Maybe you know her? Her name's Emma Pillsbury." He finished, smiling charmingly at the teacher. Mr. Shcuester and Kurt were both surprised.

"Yes, actually. She's the guidance counselor here. Since you're a new student, you should go check in with her. Kurt," Schuester turned to him at this point, "why don't you show Harry the way. He could probably use a friendly guide." Schuester smiled at him, gesturing towards the entrance.

"Of course. It's the least I could do." Kurt said, smiling at Harry, who seemed to be fine with this. He lead Harry towards the entrance of the school. "Thanks for standing up for me. I really didn't feel like changing my outfit today." Kurt said, turning to look at Harry. Harry turned and smiled at him, making him blush a bit.

"No problem. Those guys… They're not as tough as the people from my hometown. At least back in New York it's not that bad being gay. I mean, don't get me wrong, there's still a lot of homophobia, but it's more of a minority right now, ya know?" He answered.

"I guess. I mean, Brooklyn is a bit bigger than Lima, obviously. And closer to Manhattan. I'd think it would be a bit more progressive than a small town in little Ohio." Kurt said, happy that he seemed to have found a new friend.

Harry nodded. "I guess you're right. So, what do you do for fun, Kurt?"

"Well, I like designing different outfits and watching movies. Mainly musicals. But what I really love doing is singing." Kurt told him. Harry smiled widely.

"Really? I like singing too. It's a great stress relief and just plain fun, right?" Harry asked. Kurt nodded. "I like playing guitar, too. You play any instruments?"

"Not really. I play a little piano, but I mostly use that to go through my vocal range. I couldn't really play an entire piece." Kurt answered. Harry nodded. "Hey, if you really like music, maybe you should join the Glee Club. I'm a member, and there are some really great people in it. Mr. Schuester is the teacher there, too." Kurt told him. Harry seemed delighted.

"That sounds awesome! I wish they had one back at my old school. I'm definitely game for it." Harry said. Kurt beamed at him.

"Well, you just have to audition. I'm sure you'll get in. Mr. Schuester is a bit of a softy." Kurt told him. Harry chuckled at this.

"Cool. when does the club meet?"

"First meeting is next Thursday, but after that, it's everyday after school."

"So the first meeting is next Thurdsday? Well, that's good. I'll be able to put something together by then." They reached the guidance office at this point.

Harry opened the door, gesturing for Kurt to lead the way. As they entered the office, all they heard was a squeak before Harry was assaulted by a red-haired missile. Kurt looked on in shock as the germophobic guidance counselor, Ms. Pillsbury, actually hugged Harry. Harry for his part, let out a startled laugh and returned the hug.

"Oh, Harry! I'm so happy you and Lily moved here! Wait, let me get a good look at you." She leaned back and gave him a once over. "Gosh, Harry, you've grown like a bamboo shoot! It's only been four years since I last saw you. I know you must be tired of hearing this, but you look just like James." She said in one breath, her eyes watering up. Harry laughed at her enthusiasm.

"Hi, Aunt Emma. Mom said to say sorry we couldn't visit you sooner, but we were really busy unpacking these last couple of weeks. She'll probably ask you to come over this afternoon for coffee. I'm sorry, but I gotta get my schedule and get to class. Can you help me?" He asked. Kurt watched the exchange with wide eyes. He'd never seen the guidance counselor acting so… not nervous or, well, neurotic.

"Of course, Harry. We'll have to catch up later, then. Let me find you in the system. Oh, and thank you, Kurt. I'm sure Harry here would've gotten himself up to no good if he had to find the guidance office on his own." She said. Harry laughed at this, winking at Kurt, and Kurt smiled. She went over to the computer and quickly searched him up. She handed him his schedule after printing it. "Here you are, Harry. I'm sure Kurt can give you a hand finding your classes. Here's a map of the school in case you get turned around. I'll see you later!" Ms. Pillsbury said, ushering the two boys out the door. Harry turned to Kurt when they were in the hallway.

"Hey, do we have classes together? That'd be cool." Harry gave Kurt his schedule. He looked at the paper and compared it to his own. Kurt was practically shaking with excitement by the time he reached the bottom of the page.

"Our schedules are the same! This is so great. Gucci, I knew this year was going to be better." Kurt exclaimed. Harry chuckled and took his schedule back.

"Well, at least my new 'tour guide' won't be put out by leading me around like a lost puppy." He joked. Kurt laughed at this.

"Nope. So, we have math first…" The first four periods passed in a flash, Kurt and Harry getting to know each other in between the teachers' droning on the syllabus for the year. They found that they had much in common. Besides singing and playing guitar, Kurt learned that Harry also liked watching movies, but had only been able to see a few musicals. Kurt vowed to fix that. Harry also enjoyed tinkering with his car. Though Kurt was not much for doing the actual tinkering, he did know a few things about cars, what with his dad being a mechanic.

Kurt introduced Harry to the entire Glee Club throughout the day. When they asked Harry about the rumor of him saving Kurt, Harry laughed and said that he just stopped some jerks from being jerks. The funniest part was when they tried to confirm if he was, in fact, gay, as the rumor mill reported during their lunch period.

"So, uh…" Finn started, clearly unsure on how to approach the subject. "Is it true that… you know…?" He finished, flushed red with embarrassment. The rest looked increasingly uncomfortable. Harry raised an eyebrow at them, clearly amused. Santana decided to take the reins of this conversation.

"What Frankenteen here means to ask is if you're into a pole or a hole. So, which is it?" She asked, blunt as ever.

"Excuse me?" asked Harry, visibly repressing his laughter at this. Kurt was glaring at Santana, annoyed that she was asking such a crude question. Santana huffed.

"You know. Bros or Hoes? Chicks or Dicks? You like to kiss boys or girls, Tats?" she questioned. Kurt rolled his eyes at both her obscene language and her habit of making nicknames for everyone. The others' eyes widened in horror. Harry cracked up at this.

"Yes, I'm homosexual, if that's what you're asking. Haven't heard it put quite like that, though." Harry said, chuckling uncontrollably. The other club members started laughing too. Soon, conversation continued as normal, with everyone getting to know their new addition.

Mercedes took it upon herself to talk about Harry with Kurt, wanting to see if he would act on his obvious (at least to the rest of the club) crush.

"So… Are you going to go after that fine piece of man meat that's off the market for my team?" She asked that Friday. Kurt blushed heavily.

"No. I mean… not that I don't want to… It's just…"

"What? There's nothing stopping you, Sugar. Where is that confidence that makes this school quake?"

"It's just… What if he doesn't like me? I mean, when I was the only gay guy at school, I didn't have to worry about any of my crushes liking me back. It was a foregone conclusion since they don't swing my way. Now… Now I actually might have a chance and I'm scared. What if he just doesn't like me in that way. It would just be me, not because he's straight. And what if I mess up our friendship? I really like Harry, even as a friend. I don't want to completely lose him. What should I do?" Kurt asked, tearing up a bit. Mercedes smiled at Kurt sympathetically, giving him a hug.

"Kurt, you've gotta just take a leap. I mean, you don't want to remember just the 'what if's ten years from now. Besides, I think you might just be surprised."

For the next few days, Kurt and Harry spoke constantly, having exchanged phone numbers after school. Kurt constantly asked what song Harry would audition for Glee with. Harry teased him, telling him to 'wait and see'. It was after school on Thursday that Kurt learned why Harry moved to Lima from New York City. They sat down in the choir room, waiting for the rest of the club to come in. They were a bit early since they had had a free last period. The bell rang just as they sat down.

"So, what do your parents do?" Kurt asked, pulling out a chair at the table the Glee Club usually used. Harry's smile faded as he sat next to him.

"Well, my mom is a nurse. My dad… well, he passed away about three years ago. Killed in a hit and run. But he was an Army Ranger. I'm hoping to be one after I finish school. I got my tattoo here in memory of him." Harry straightened his right arm out to show the tattoo on his forearm to Kurt. The legend read 'ΜΟΛΩΝ ΛΑΒΕ.' "It was my dad's unit's motto. It's pronounced 'molon labe.' It's Greek for 'come and get them,' which is apparently what King Leonidas said to King Xerxes before the battle of 300 when Xerxes told him no harm would come to the Spartans if they laid down their arms." Harry explained.

"I'm sorry about your dad." Kurt apologized. He debated whether he should mention his mother. Feeling like he could trust Harry, Kurt decided tell him. "My mom died when I was eight. Cancer." He finished, looking at Harry. Harry nodded sympathetically, grabbing Kurt's shoulder and squeezing slightly. Kurt smiled at the gesture, but caught a glimpse of Harry's left forearm. "What's that one?" He asked. When he saw Harry's hesitant look, Kurt said "I'm sorry. I shouldn't be so nosy. You don't have to tell me," giving him an out. Harry's eyes cleared and he shook his head.

"No, it's fine. It's only natural to be curious. This one… This one I'm not so proud of." He showed the arm to Kurt. It was a bit scary looking, a skull with a snake winding out of it. "I've done some things I'm not totally proud of, Kurt. I'm not trying to scare you off. I really… I really like you Kurt. Please, just… just hear me out." He pleaded. Kurt nodded at once. He completely understood what it was like for someone to just judge you without truly listening to you. He wouldn't do that to Harry. Not to the person who was quickly becoming his best friend in the short time they knew each other. He was even hoping to become something more, and Harry seemed to want the same thing. "Umm… Why don't you come over to my place after school. I'll be able to tell you there. I… I really don't want just anyone knowing all of this. Is that okay?" Harry asked. Kurt promptly nodded.

"Sure, Harry. Is it okay if I ride with you, then? My dad is doing a check up on my car today, so I have no ride." Kurt responded. Harry nodded, smiling slightly, though he still looked a little nervous. Kurt grabbed his arm, giving it a squeeze. "Harry, I'm not going to judge you just from your mistakes. From what I can see, you're genuinely a good person. Even good people make mistakes. It's how we learn from them and recover that makes us." Kurt told him, giving his arm another reassuring squeeze. Harry sighed, a timid smile crossing his face.

"Thanks. I appreciate it. I'm still not sure what you'll think of me later, but I hope you'll understand." At this, the door opened and the rest of the club walked in.

"Hey you two. What's with the huddle?" Mercedes asked, giving Kurt a pointed look. He shook his head slightly.

"Nothing. Just talking. Trying to figure out what Harry's doing for his audition." He poked Harry's arm. Harry just laughed.

"You'll see in a few minutes."

"I can't wait. Gaga, where's Mr. Schue?" As if on cue, Mr. Schuester walked into the room just after Kurt asked this. He looked up and smiled at Harry.

"Hey guys. It's good to see you all in this room again. And we have a new addition. Harry, would you like to sing your song?" Mr. Schue asked. Harry nodded and stood.

Harry walked up to the front of the room. He nodded to the band as he grabbed an electric guitar. The drummer counted off and hit the symbol, making it hiss slightly. Harry played a riff that everyone recognized. And then he sang.

It's all the same, only the names will change

Everyday, it seems we're wastin' away

Another place where the faces are so cold

I drive all night just to get back home

I'm a cowboy, on a steel horse I ride

I'm wanted dead or alive

Wanted dead or alive

He walked towards where the other club members were sitting, still playing the guitar.

Sometimes I sleep, sometimes it's not for days

The people I meet always go their separate ways

Sometimes you tell the day

By the bottle that you drink

And times when you're all alone all you do is think

I'm a cowboy, on a steel horse I ride

I'm wanted…dead or alive

Wanted…dead or alive

Oh, and I ride!

He slid onto his knees, playing the solo like it was second nature. Kurt stared at him, open-mouthed. He'd figured Harry had a great voice just from listening to him talk, but this… this was something else.

Oh, and I'm a cowboy, on a steel horse I ride

I'm wanted dead or alive

Harry walked towards Quinn, winking at her and grabbing her hand. He pulled her up and twirled her around, making her laugh. He let go of her hand, letting her retake her seat. Harry swung the guitar over his shoulder and onto his back as he walked back to the center of the room.

I walk these streets

A loaded six-string on my back

I play for keeps 'cause I might not make it back

I been everywhere, still, I'm standing tall

I've seen a million faces

And I've rocked them all

He moved over to where Kurt was sitting, grinning at him as he moved. He stopped right in front of Kurt, finishing the song with a flourish.

I'm a cowboy, on a steel horse I ride

I'm wanted… dead or alive

I'm a cowboy, I got the night on my side

I'm wanted… dead or alive

And I ride, dead or alive

I still drive… dead or alive

Dead or alive, dead or alive, dead or alive, dead or alive

It was silent for a minute, and then everyone started clapping. Harry smiled at them and gave an exaggerated bow. Mr. Schuester, smiling widely, stood up and clapped Harry on the shoulder, looking at all the club members. "It looks like we have a brand new member!" Everyone cheered and laughed. The rest of the period was spent working on dancing. Everyone watched in amusement as Mike tried getting Finn to not knock Artie out with his elbow. When it was time for everyone to head home, Kurt and Harry said goodbye to the others and walked out towards the parking lot.

"That was amazing, Harry. With you on our side, I don't see how we can't win Regionals!" Krt gushed. Harry blushed and smiled.

"Thanks. I can't wait to really start singing with everyone. From what you and everyone tells me, it sounds like a hell of a lot of fun. Ah, here's my car."

They stopped in front a black '68 Mustang in mint condition. Kurt gaped.

"This is your car? It's gorgeous!"

"Yeah. My dad left it to me. It was his baby. Well, after me." They hopped in and Harry started the engine. The ride to Harry's house was filled with a comfortable silence. Every so often, Kurt would catch Harry looking at him. He inwardly did a little jig. 'Maybe Mercedes is right,' he thought. About ten minutes later, they pulled up in front of a small one-story house.

"It's not much," said Harry as he hopped out the car, "but it's home." He helped Kurt out of the car and led him up the driveway. They noticed an old Saturn parked there. "I guess Mom's home. At least you'll get to meet her." Harry told Kurt as they walked towards the door.

He unlocked the door and led Kurt into the house. A loud bark caught Kurt's attention as a big German Shepherd trotted into the room, rubbing its head against Harry's hand and giving Kurt a suspicious sniff. He took a small step back and Harry laughed.

"Don't worry about Gibson. He'd only hurt you if you hit my mom or me. Otherwise, he's a big puppy. Aren't you, Gibs?" He said, rubbing the dog's chin, causing the dog to thump his hind leg on the ground and wag his tail. Kurt laughed.

"He's pretty cute." He cautiously stepped over, holding his hand out for the dog to smell, remembering what his father drilled into him on petting dogs that you don't know. Gibson sniffed his hand and licked it, giving what Kurt could've sworn was a doggy grin. He petted his head and smiled when the dog resumed wagging his tail. Harry laughed.

"See? Hold on… MOM! I'm home! I brought a friend, too!" Harry yelled into the house as he took his shoes off. Kurt followed his lead and let himself be pulled into the kitchen by the hand. Inside was a beautiful redhead sitting at the table, who Kurt presumed was Harry's mother. They had the same eyes. She looked a bit worn out, wearing a sweatshirt and sweatpants as she drank a cup of tea. She seemed to brighten at the sight of Harry and gave him and Kurt a warm smile as she got to her feet and walked over to hug Harry, leaning up to give him a kiss on the cheek.

"Harry! How was school, honey? Oh, and the audition?" She asked, stepping back.

"Good and great. Mom, this is Kurt. Kurt, this is my mom, Lily Potter." Harry introduced. A mischievous spark entered Mrs. Potter's eyes when Harry mentioned Kurt's name.

"Oh, so you are the Kurt Hummel that Harry keeps telling me about? A pleasure to meet you, and please, call me Lily." She said, ignoring Harry's embarrassed 'MOM.' Kurt blushed, looking at Harry's mortified expression.

"Yes, Mrs. Po- Lily. Sorry. Harry talks about me?" Harry gave him a panicked look and hurriedly interrupted when his mom opened her mouth to answer.

"OKAY. Mom, Kurt and I are going to my room. NOW. Buh-bye!" He said, pushing an amused Kurt out of the kitchen and away from his laughing mother.

When they reached the first door to their left, Harry opened it and gestured for Kurt to enter first. Kurt looked around, taking in Harry's room for the first time. There were posters for different bands hung on the walls, as well as military slogans. A few pictures adorned the wall as well. A book case against the far wall was full of books, surprisingly organized. A CD rack held tons of CDs, and the bed was covered in a tasteful dark blue duvet with lighter sheets. The desk next to the door held a laptop and a mug filled with pens. Next to the desk was a mirror. The room smelled vaguely like a pine forest and something that was just… Harry. He turned to look at Harry.

"So… This is my room." Harry said unnecessarily, blushing as he ran his hand through his hair, making it wilder than usual. Kurt loved it.

"I can see that. It's nice." He took a few steps toward a photo that caught his eye. It showed a man that looked exactly like Harry… except his eyes were hazel, not green. He was dressed in army fatigues and holding a young Harry upside down by his ankles, both laughing. It was a great picture.

"That's my dad. As you can see, I got my dashing good looks from him." Harry said, coming up behind Kurt. Kurt turned and looked him in the eyes, seeing some sadness there. He unconsciously reached up and caressed Harry's cheek. Before he could pull his hand away after realizing what he was doing, Harry leaned into the touch, still looking at Kurt.

"You did. But you have your mom's eyes. It's a great mix if you ask me." Kurt told him. Harry smiled, but didn't pull away. Time slowed down as they stared into each other's eyes, mesmerized. Without really thinking about it, they both leaned in. A knock on the door shook them both out of their trance, causing them to jump away from each other, blushing.

"Do you boys want anything to eat? I'm going to go visit with Emma in a few minutes." Lily's voice said through the door. Harry looked at Kurt questioningly. He just shrugged, unable to get rid of the blush burning his face.

"No thanks, Mom. We're good."

"Thank you though, Mrs. Potter."

"Alright. And Kurt? It's just Lily." With that, they heard her footsteps retreating from the door.

"I like your mom. She seems sweet." Kurt said, trying to control his blushing and get away from the awkwardness. Harry seemed just as off-balance as him.

"Yeah. She's the best. She works too hard, though. Trying to support us. I'm looking for a job to help her out." He gestured vaguely to an open newspaper Kurt had missed on his earlier inspection, open to the 'Help Wanted' ads. He was struck by an idea.

"You could work for my dad. He's been looking for some help at the garage, and from the looks of your car, you're more than qualified." Harry looked interested, the earlier awkwardness all but forgotten.

"Actually, that sounds great. I'll have to swing by tomorrow." The silence that followed was stifling. Harry looked at Kurt again. "Umm… Listen, Kurt… I'm sorry about… you know… before." He said, a nervous hand coming up to brush through his hair. Kurt watched him and decided to take Mercedes' advice to heart. 'Take a leap, Kurt,' He thought. Steeling himself, he took a step towards Harry, reaching up and taking the hand going through his hair in both of his. Harry stared at him, wide-eyed.

"I'm not." Kurt said, looking into Harry's eyes, leaning in slightly. He released Harry's hand, and it automatically wrapped around his waist. Harry's eyes were alight with happiness.

"Really?" He asked, leaning in slightly.

"Yes."

Their lips met as their eyes closed. Kurt's world went up in flames. It wasn't sensual, but passionate and full of want. His lips melded with Harry's, the slight stubble covering his jaw slightly tickling Kurt's face gently. It seemed to last forever, with them only stopping to breathe some much needed air. Even then, they were wrapped up in each other, and Kurt continued placing light kisses on Harry's jaw and neck. Harry groaned slightly before pulling him back for another kiss. It lasted for a few minutes before Harry seemed to regain his senses, pulling back slightly.

"Kurt," He breathed, his voice slightly strained, "I need to finish what we were talking about in school. You need to hear it. Please. Before this goes any farther. You deserve the truth before you decide to take this anywhere, if you do." He finished, stepping back slightly, gesturing between them.

Kurt sighed slightly, his insides gripping painfully in a mixture of happiness at finally doing what he'd wanted to do since he'd met Harry, and apprehension at what Harry might tell him. He looked up into Harry's eyes and stepped back, taking hold of Harry's left hand.

He sat down on the bed next to him. He watched as Harry seemed to slowly build his confidence up. Harry returned his gaze to Kurt's eyes, seeming to draw strength from there.

"Okay," He started, "well, this started about three years ago. When my dad died. I was… a mess. My mom was distraught and working overtime to provide for us. It was a hard time. And then… Then I met Draco Malfoy." His voice was filled with pain, his eyes glazed over as he seemed to relive the moment. "He was so put together. He was the most popular kid at my school, and he suddenly decided to start talking to me. I was… I was just another face at school. nothing special. We became friends, and then we started dating." He smiled bitterly. "That's when I started talking to his dad. They had power...money, and he could see that I wanted to do something, anything, to get some cash to help my mom. He told me that there was an organization I could join. A group of 'like-minded people who would love to meet me.' If only I knew." Harry laughed humorlessly, a tear escaping his eye. "This was the first step of my recruiting into a mob family." Kurt gasped, his eyes wide.

"I… I had had suspicions about Draco's crew before. He only seemed to hang out with his father's 'business associates.' He never even took an interest in anyone else, me being the exception. I don't know how it never struck me as odd before now. His father's gang promised me a weekly stipend to be muscle and do some drug dealing. A lot of money. At least, it was a lot to me. So, I joined. I didn't realize what I was doing. Not really. So, the first order of business? Show I wasn't a wuss. Show them I wouldn't back down." He looked at Kurt here, pain filling his eyes. "Kurt, please, you've gotta understand, I was desperate. My mom was having trouble making ends meet, even with the pay from the government. There was a lot of legalese that was taking to long to be processed, especially with the circumstances of Dad's death. The money wasn't being sent right away It was taking too long, and we were starting to really live paycheck to paycheck." Kurt nodded to him, showing his understanding as he squeezed the hand he was holding. Harry seemed encouraged by this and went on.

"So, I was ordered to beat the crap out of a rival gang member that was on their turf. They led me to where he was hanging, dealing some drugs. It was a dark alley, and they gave me a bat. I… I did what I was told to. They congratulated me and celebrated while all I could do was look at my hands. They were covered in blood. But I didn't say no to them. I never said that I couldn't do this. All I could think about was my mom. The money we needed to stay afloat. And so I let them brand me with this." He rolled his arm over, showing the skull and snake tattoo. Kurt looked at it, feeling terrible for Harry. To have that kind of pressure put on you… Kurt couldn't imagine what it was like. Sure, his dad wasn't the wealthiest, but they lived comfortably. He couldn't say he truly understood what Harry went through, but he felt he could guess. He would do anything for his dad, and he imagined Harry would say the same for his mother. Harry continued after Kurt looked back at him after re-examining the tattoo. "The 'dark mark.' It's the mark of someone in Riddle's gang in Brooklyn and Queens. Death Eaters."

"So, life went on, with me being Draco's boyfriend and protector. On weekends, I'd deal coke. I'd get paid and give it all to my mom, saying I'd found a wealthy elderly gentleman who needed some physical labor done around the house. She believed me. I felt terrible for lying, but I couldn't tell her the truth. She thanked me for the help. Mom never asked about the tattoo, since I'd gotten the other one a few months before, so she thought it was just another one. A 'phase' I was going through, trying to deal with Dad's death. Soon, we were living more comfortably, able to breathe. My mom didn't have to work so hard anymore, and I started to think this was an okay life. I was wrong. I was so wrong, Kurt." He cupped Kurt's hand that was holding his left one with both his own.

"God, I don't know how I could think it was okay. I don't. But soon, I was promoted to being the main handler of a few blocks, with a few guys dealing under my watch. Then I met my boss. Tom Riddle. The Voldemort." Harry closed his eyes. "He was impressed with how well I was handling business and promised me a place as one of his lieutenants when I got a bit older. He had me trained in hand to hand combat by one of his best bodyguards, saying he wanted me to be his secondhand when I was old enough. Saying he needed someone of my obvious 'talent.' And I, like the fucking idiot I was, thought it an honor." He shook his head. "He told me I should sample some of our 'stock,' since it might take the edge off of dealing with the thugs serving under me. I followed his advice. And I was hooked. God, I was so stupid. It helped me feel happy again, I thought. It was artificial though. It didn't truly take away the pain of losing Dad. The fear of losing everything. Of disappointing my mom. I thought it did, but I was stupid. I stopped about eight months ago, just so you know." He looked up towards the ceiling, staving off his tears. Kurt moved closer, wrapping his arms around Harry in a hug. It was returned instantly. "Thanks."

"Harry, I don't think any less of you. Of course, I feel terrible that you thought drugs were an okay outlet, but I guess it's hard when someone you think of as somewhat of an authority figure tells you it's okay. I wish you didn't have to go through that." Kurt said, his own tears welling up. Harry looked back at him.

"Yeah, well, I'm not finished. You need to hear everything and I'm sorry, but it gets worse. After about a year, Draco started pushing for a more physical relationship. I wasn't ready. He broke up with me, and it was awkward. I still was on his guard detail for a month before his father asked Riddle to move me to dealing full-time. I threw myself into work, and then, about a year ago, I saw something that changed everything I believed in." He closed his eyes again. "I watched my only friend in outside the gang get killed by Draco. He was working the alley that day, filling in for Zabini. My friend's name was Cedric Diggory. He had walked into the alley to use the dumpster in the middle of a deal, and Draco took the opportunity to take him out, saying he 'didn't want any loose ends.' I knew the truth, though. He did it because Cedric had always had a crush on me. He wanted to hurt me. I ran in a minute later, having heard the gunshot from a block away. Draco hightailed it after giving me his bullshit story, the buyer long gone. Cedric was laying there, bleeding out. I ran to his side, crying. He knew I was in the gang for a while, and he knew this was one of my alleys. He looked at me and said 'It's not your fault.' I told him he was a rotten liar. He shook his head and said he should've been more careful. He asked me one thing, though. He just wanted me to do one last thing for him. He told me 'Get out, Harry. This life... it's not you. You're better than this.' I swore to him I would. He died in my arms. My best friend, dead. And it was my fault." Harry stared at his hands, tears flowing down his cheeks. "So, I ran home after calling the police on Cedric's phone. I found my mom and told her I was sorry. That's all I said for a half hour, blood covering me. 'I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.' She was freaking out, looking to see if I was injured. Finally, I told her. Everything." Harry gave a watery chuckle. "You know what she did? She smacked me right across the face. Twice. And then she hugged me and said she'd make it better." Kurt watched as Harry pulled himself together.

"And so, I did what she said. She told me to start packing everything in the house. We were moving away at the end of the school year. She had me clean out my stash of coke and flush it all down the toilet in front of her. She double checked my room. She pulled me out of school. She told Aunt Emma we needed to move, and Aunt Emma suggested we come here. A fresh start. And so, here I am." Harry finished, turning his head to look into Kurt's eyes. "My mom gave up almost everything to save my sorry ass. Left all of her friends, changed our phone numbers and left no forwarding address. She forgave me. She hugged me after I told her all the sins I'd committed, and said that it was okay, that it wasn't all my fault." Kurt looked into the pain filled emerald eyes, filled with so much regret and wondered why he was privileged with learning all this about Harry. Harry seemed to read his mind.

"Kurt, I'm not telling you all this to scare you away. I'm not telling this to you so you feel sorry for me. I'm telling you this because I really like you. A lot. And I think you deserve to know the truth before anyone else because you're my best friend, and I was also wishing to become more. I just wanted you to have the full story before you decide what you want. If you don't want anything to do with me," he seemed pained by the idea, "I would completely understand. If you want to remain friends, that's fine. If you want to be something more… I'd be happily surprised." Harry finished.

Kurt sat there, thinking about what he'd just heard. Harry had done things in his past that would usually repulse him. But, thinking about the position Harry was put in, a lot of it made sense. Sick sense, but sense none the less. A young, impressionable teen taken under the wing of some mafia after the death of his father, given a chance to help his mother. How could someone say no to such a chance? It was next to impossible. He just wanted to help his mom and escape the pain that losing his father had caused. And it was then that Kurt made his decision. He retook possession of Harry's left arm, delicately tracing the tattoo there.

"Harry, what you did was stupid. It was. But, you were young. You were in a tough place, and yes, you made the wrong choices, but your reasons weren't totally unjustifiable. You've turned a new leaf, and obviously plan not to go back. I don't hold this against you. This is not you. It's a part of your history,but it's not you. You're a good person who made terrible decisions, but you're back on the right track. And I like the you I've seen so far. I'm not going to let your past dictate what I feel for you." And with that, Kurt slowly moved forward and pressed his lips against Harry's, releasing the arm he had been holding and wrapping his own around Harry's neck. Harry responded by wrapping his own around Kurt's waist. After a while, they just laid there, cuddling. Harry leaned his head down to where Kurt's was resting in the crook of his neck and placed a chaste kiss against his head. Kurt sighed contentedly.

"Thank you for hearing me out, Kurt. Thank you for giving me a chance." He said, running his hand up and down Kurt's back. Kurt lifted himself up slightly to look into Harry's eyes.

"You don't have to thank me, but you're welcome all the same." He closed his eyes, thinking for a moment. "I think you should tell the club a bit of what you've told me. Not because it's necessary, but because it helps. The club… it's really a great place to just be yourself. Everyone knows almost everything about each other. I think it might help if you have some more people that understand you. Mr. Schuester is a good person. I think he would understand that you've turned a new leaf. Gucci, he's forgiven Puck for all his transgressions. What do you think?" He asked, hoping he hadn't overstepped his boundaries.

He was relieved when Harry looked at him thoughtfully. He seemed to be pondering the idea, weighing his options. Finally, he nodded his head. "That actually sounds pretty good. I think that if everyone is going to be close to me, they deserve the truth. Though, I think I'd like to keep some of it personal." Kurt nodded at this

"Of course. I just thought it might make you feel better." He said. Harry smiled up at him and leaned up to capture his lips in another kiss.

Later on, when Harry dropped Kurt off at his house and gave him a good-bye kiss, Kurt asked the question that popped up in his head.

"So, are we… you know… boyfriends?" He smiled at the idea. Harry chuckled.

"If you'll have me." Kurt responded by kissing him again.

"I most definitely will."

AN: AND THERE'S CHAPTER ONE! WOOOO! This chapter is dedicated to Alan Rickman, who passed away in the middle of me writing this. One of Hollywood's greatest. R.I.P. Professor Severus Snape. But, onto lighter stuff before I start crying. So, I gave you a nice twist with Harry's background, right? I thought It would be interesting. And no, this is not the last you'll hear of 'Riddle's Gang.' I've got plans, peeps. Big plans. Also, did you like Gibson? That's my dream dog there. THought I'd add him to add to the "All American Boy" feel XD. Jk. I just wanted my dream dog in something other than my pointless daydreaming. Now, as for my two other stories I have posted here on FFN… I may or may not put them up for adoption. I'm not sure yet. I'd like to see if I could get my muse back for them first. I wrote those a while ago, and I'm not in the same mindset I was back then. I was a lot more immature and in a deep depression. I'm doing a lot better now, and I want to make sure that those don't pull me back to where I was. I hope y'all understand. This story takes precedence, though. This has been bouncing around my head for a month, so I want this to be my priority. Give me a bit before I decide what to do with the others. Some of the events here will be out of order compared to the show. I'm just starting to re-watch the series to really get into this. Things will be moved around to fit my story accordingly. Now, that DOESN'T mean I'm omitting everything. There are somethings that will DEFINITELY still take place. some won't, but most will. Please review on what you thought of this chapter. Constructive Criticism is cool, as long as you're not, well, a jerk about it. I don't need any bullies here. I enjoy reading reviews, so please do review. Let me know if you're enjoying this. It might light a fire under my ass to get moving with the next chapter . Thank you all for reading, though, even if you don't review. Okay, well, love yo faces, and I'll see y'all ASAP! (Yes, that was inspired by Philip DeFranco).

Song used in this Chapter

"Wanted Dead or Alive"- Bon Jovi