DISCALIMER:
I, of course, do not own Glee or Harry Potter (unfortunately!). I am merely a fan who wished to merge the two of them. Now the time lines, settings and plot are a little mashed up for both, so you will have to take some things with a pinch of salt. I have taken parts from both the show and the books, but they have been altered to fit the story I wished to share. I am hoping that you all will forgive me, and shall enjoy my rendition if you are a fan of both or either of them (and let's be honest, you should be, because they're both amazing). I also know that everyone sort of sees the characters differently, and I am sorry if mine do not completely comply with your own interpretation, but I have tried to hold as firmly onto how I see them portrayed on screen and paper. Obviously, through this story the characters have to face situations that they have not in their already set storylines on Glee and so I had to just judge upon what they might do from the evidence I had. I know that I do not always agree with how characters react in other fan-fictions, so I don't expect this will be any different, but I have tried to do the best I could. If nothing else I hope that you simply enjoy reading this as much as I have enjoyed writing it and don't hesitate to contribute your opinions, whatever they may be. Try to make criticism at least constructive however, I do have feelings too! Also, yes, they're all in Gryffindor at the moment but other people will end up featuring later who come from different houses.

Chapter One: Merely Spellbound

Kurt peered around the corner, cautiously. He swept his eyes across the few faces that lined the corridor and knew that the coast was clear. The tight breath he had been holding in his chest blew out of his cheeks as he shut his eyes for a moment and proceeded along the tall-walled halls.

He kept his eyes darting around the area as a precaution nonetheless, and kept his pace quick.

To his left he saw three first years desperately trying to trap a run-away chocolate frog. He rolled his eyes disparagingly at their foolish attempts and hugged his satchel strap to his chest, feeling a little better as he moved forward. He passed a tight-lipped McGonagall, hands on her hips, who was currently scolding a small blond-haired boy who kept his eyes concentrated on his feet. Kurt couldn't distinguish her words as she spoke them in a bitter whisper, all he knew was that he was glad he was not on the receiving end at that moment. He felt sorry for the kid.

The doors at the end of the corridor were fast approaching and he felt the relief flood through him that he had managed it this far this morning without having been confronted by his worst fear.
He pushed the door open and quickly shut himself inside.

"Nice of you to join us," A deep slow voice with a slight edge of venom met him.

Kurt turned around to see the tall Potion's Master standing before him, with his arms folded, his greasy hair hanging by his pale face. A sneer fixed permanently on his face beneath his hooked nose. Kurt bit his lip.

"Sorry, Sir. It won't happen again."

"You are correct. It won't. 10 points from Gryffindor."

"But-"

"Argue and I will make it 20." He said in his low drone.

Kurt stared up at him, biting back the newly formed comeback that was balancing in his head and instead side-stepped Snape, making his way over to the table where his friends sat.

Mercedes gave him a confused look; she was also unknowing as to why he had been so late to class, but she pulled out a chair beside her for him to sit nonetheless.

He breathed out a word of thanks, earning him a quick whack over the back of his head with a book from the Potion's master before the lesson proceeded, Kurt gingerly massaging his scalp.

"Where were you before Potions?" Mercedes demanded as soon as they exited the classroom. Kurt sighed, hoping he would have gotten more breathing space, yet it seemed apparent that was not about to happen.

"I left my books back in my dormitory, I had to go back and get them." He said casually.

"You know you really shouldn't be so forgetful, Kurt, sloppiness will get you nowhere." Rachel chimed in and he decided that he would not dignify her statement with a reply.

"Are you okay, man, you seem tense…" Finn said, frowning at his step brother.

"I'm fine, just irritated about Snape taking those points away from Gryffindor, that's all." He said quickly, turning the corner and hoping to get rid of them and their nagging questions. He could really use a lie down as they were fast approaching the common room.

He couldn't shake them however, it seemed.

"That was uncalled for, even for him, but are you sure you're okay?" Mercedes chimed again.

"I'm fine! Honestly, will you guys just get off my back? I was late for one class, no need to call in the Spanish Inquisition! ...Butterbeer," He spoke the last part to the Fat Lady who swung open and they all walked through the opening.

He turned to the rest of them.

"Sorry, I'm just tired, and I have a lot of work to do. I'll see you a bit later, okay?" With that he turned to head up the stairway and back to his room, he closed his eyes as he walked. He wished that he could talk to them about it, but he couldn't quite put it all into words, besides he did not want to see how they would react. The questions he'd had already today were bad enough and he knew it was something he would have to deal with on his own. Like everything else.

Kurt was heading to the Valentine's Lunch in the Great Hall the next day. He was not a huge fan of this holiday; it only reminded him of how lonely he felt inside, but he supposed he would just have to put up with the lurid pink flowers and unsightly décor for the moment until he could wake up tomorrow and it would all be over.
Distracted by his depressing thoughts he unthinkingly turned a corner and ran right into a tall, blocky, dark-haired boy. He was a year older than Kurt, a Slytherin seal stitched into his robes.

Kurt's legs began to tremble, causing him to take several shaky steps backwards as he stared up into the face that caused him such terror.

He quickly looked around him. The corridors were filled with people; surely he couldn't do anything here?

The boy just looked at him through black eyes and took one step towards him. Kurt shrank back slightly.

"You better watch yourself, Hummel. If you know what's good for you."

"And you better move yourself away from such shameful cliché's," Kurt said. He wasn't going to back down that easily.

"You'd better not answer back to me."

"And why's that?" Kurt asked, his voice going unspeakably high in spite of himself.

"Because I am capable of things you couldn't even imagine."

Kurt didn't doubt that in the slightest as he saw the boy's hulking frame. Fists and jaw clenched as he stared Kurt down into cinders.

"Oh yeah? You certainly seem to think a lot of yourself." He retorted, trying to stop his legs from shaking.

"In comparison to you, I should think so." The Slytherin snarled.

"And why is that Karofsky?" Kurt said, finding some new defiance he hadn't yet utilised in the face of the bully that stood over him. His eyes blazed as he refused to break eye contact.

"Because not only are you a slimy mud blood," He spat the word making Kurt's blood turn to ice, "but you're also a man-loving freak."

With the last words he put two hands against Kurt's chest and pushed him with undisputable force so that he crashed into the wall behind him.

Kurt's shocked eyes scanned the corridor as the wind rushed out of him. Everyone else had gone. He was abandoned. He slid down the wall, clutching his chest as he did so, gasping for breath.

Karofsky merely smiled at the corner of his mouth. "That was a warning."

He walked away, leaving Kurt in a crumpled heap on the floor. He sat there for several moments, not able to keep a hold of himself, clutching his chest and forcing his harsh breathing to steady. He only realised after a few minutes that he was late to the Great hall.

Kurt took a deep breath and stood up, brushing down his newly pressed Hogwarts robes which he had lined with a deep maroon and gold pattern along the hem and wore a light grey turtleneck beneath. By now most of the teachers had given up trying to contradict his uniform alterations; they were subtle and not completely against regulations.

He headed over to the great wooden doors and put one hand against the frame. He could already hear a chime of music behind the mahogany and the sound of muffled vocals coming from within. Curious, he pushed open the door.

…But things were kind of heavy, you brought me to life

Now every February you'll be my Valentine…Valentine.

Kurt stood quietly by the back door; everyone else was seated and had not noticed his entrance. Well, almost everyone. The reason they had not acknowledged his presence was because he was not the only student standing. On the platform, next to where the teachers sat, were a group of boys dressed smartly despite their conflicting coloured houses. They were singing. In the centre of the group, the lead vocalist was out one step in front of the rest of his group. Kurt looked at him in amazement.

Let's go all the way tonight, no regrets

Just love

We can dance, until we die

You and I, we'll be young forever

At the moment Kurt could have sworn that his eyes met the vocalist's. A small smile crept over the boy's face. Kurt knew he must stand out, being the only other person in the hall who was standing, but at that moment he found it hard to be embarrassed. In fact, he felt rush of fear and horror he had just encountered in the hallway evaporate as he stood rooted to the spot. Merely spellbound.

My heart stops, when you look at me

Just one touch, now baby I believe

This is real, so take a chance

And don't ever look back, don't ever look back

The song continued on and Kurt could do nothing but stare in amazement. It was as though time had stood still and all he could see were those warm brown-golden eyes that kept flickering back to his face. He knew he had seen this guy before. He was the year above and Kurt had seen him around the Gryffindor common room but… Not like this. Now he was truly seeing him.

You make me feel like I'm living a Teenage Dream

The way you turn me on, I can't sleep

Let's runaway and don't ever look back,

Don't ever look back

My Heart stops when you look at me,

Just one touch, now baby I believe

This is real so take a chance and don't ever look back

Don't ever look back

A lot of the surrounding girls were putting their heads together excitedly, yet he took little notice. There also seemed to be great confusion amidst the halls. Nothing like this had happened before in Hogwarts. They were here to perform magic, not musical routines, and yet here these guys were. It was mesmerising.

I'ma get your heart racing in my skin tight jeans

Be your Teenage Dream Tonight

Let you put your hands on me in my skin tight jeans

Be your Teenage Dream Tonight.

The song ended and only one thing reverberated inside Kurt's head: I need to know his name.

Perhaps it wasn't such a heinous holiday after all…

"That was…unexpected." Finn said as they exited the hall.

"It was amazing," Mercedes corrected him with a slight annoyance. "If I knew that we could do that here I wouldn't just be singing back at home at church. Not that I don't love doing that, but this is a whole other level."

"Absolutely, I can't believe I have been so blinded before now. Of course, I have performed many impromptu performances around our common room, to which I have had a tidal wave of support-"

"I don't think those third-year girls telling you to shut up was support-" Finn tried to interject, being ignored instantly.

"But I never thought we could perform at Hogwarts in any sort of official format! I am positively furious with myself for not having done so before now! What was I doing with myself all this time? I seriously need to rethink my life and priorities. I am ashamed - and I really do hope none of them used vocalising spells to boost their performance." Rachel said all this at an insanely fast pace.

"Oh those always make you sound like you've stepped right off a radio soundtrack; you can tell in an instant and they were all natural." Mercedes said.

"Well, I for one am not going to stand by and allow them to take away my precious and deserved spotlight."

"I think it was only because those guys were asked to sing up there, Rachel. They have a show choir thing outside of Hogwarts where they live. I think Dumbledore just thought it would be nice to have a performance on Valentine's Day for the occasion." Finn said, shrugging.

"How do you know that they perform outside Hogwarts?" Rachel demanded.
"That lead singer guy is on the Quidditch team with me, remember? He's a Chaser."

"What?" Kurt said, looking up. He felt as though he had been in a daze for the last 20 minutes. If he was on the Quidditch team he may as well be written off as straight. Damn.

"What is with you? You haven't said a thing since you sat down with us in the hall." Mercedes said quizzically.

"And you were late again." Rachel added.

"Yeah, sure I'll think about it. Listen, I have to go and hand in my Charms essay. See you in Astronomy," Kurt said, having not taken in a single word they had said.

The others were left dumbfounded in the corridor as he turned down another path.

"…He's been acting really weird lately." Finn said.

"Extremely," Supplied Mercedes.

"He doesn't seem angry anymore, though." Finn added, trying to find a positive element.

"No, but he is clearly distracted…" Rachel murmured. "He didn't even express how he would have liked to have sang up there. And Kurt loves to sing more than anyone - except me of course. I'm sure you would like it too, Finn, if you gave it a try."

"I don't know; I've never really sang in front of anyone before…" Finn said looking a little abashed.

"Don't be ridiculous, it's easy. I'm sure you have a perfectly adequate voice. You don't have to be brilliant, a lot of those guys simply harmonised in the background. Don't worry if you can't measure up to the high standards that I set, there are few who can and most have already made it to the big time where I am soon to follow. I could help you with vocal training, of course, if you felt like that would be something you would be interested in." Rachel said in a torrent of quickly-paced words so that Finn had to take a moment to register and process all that she said. It didn't really sound like an offer. More a demand.

Mercedes rolled her eyes at the puppy-dog expression etched into Rachel's features. The girl was about as subtle as a breakdancing Hippogriff.

"Maybe I should just stick to Quidditch…" Finn said uneasily.

Rachel looked disappointed.
"Let's get to class," Mercedes said in monotone, grabbing Rachel by the hand and leading her towards the Astronomy Tower. She was still worried about Kurt; he had not been himself lately. She felt like she had seen a small spark in his eyes as he had walked away from them just then. Only for a second. Yet he was still acting oddly and Mercedes decided she would have to get to the bottom of things. She was almost positive that Flitwick hadn't even set a Charms essay recently.

Kurt ducked into an empty classroom as soon as the others were out of sight. He closed the door behind him and slowly allowed himself to slide down, crouched on the floor. He waited a long time for his heart to stop pounding in his ear- drums.

This was insane; he didn't even know the guy. Not really, anyway - a few glances in corridors hardly counted. How he wished now that he had paid more attention.

Sure, he was not blind; he always known he was attractive, many girls seemed to make it clear that they shared a similar feelings also. As far as he could remember he had never seen him with a girlfriend, however. He couldn't be sure, though, and since he didn't know or see him all that much it was hardly solid evidence. He wished that he had not been so preoccupied by Finn over the last few years to have not noticed anyone else. That had all been settled last year, but now it seemed as though he has wasted 5 precious years at Hogwarts since he had not known this guy.

Okay, sure, he had only officially even come out last year - not that anyone was entirely surprised - so before that he hadn't exactly gone after anyone, still trying to find himself and a way to receive acceptance from everyone else, and then when he decided to it turned out to be one of his closest friends who then ended up being his new brother.

It was confusing to look back on, but they had put that all behind themselves now, and Kurt had to agree that he felt their relationship was far better this way. He had gotten to know Finn as a family member and it was good to have him for support.

Well, mostly - he still hated the fuss being made over him as it had been recently.

It was only then that Karofsky finally flitted to the surface of his mind again. He groaned internally. This was just another thing to now add to his distractions, and he still had OWLs to pass.

Kurt buried his head in his hands; the lyrics of the song he had just witnessed were now cut out by the ugly words: "Mud blood…man-loving freak".

After all that he had been through with Burt recently, with his heart problems and acceptance of Kurt's sexuality and the loss of his mother some time ago, to hear his family insulted that way… it made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end as he quaked with silent rage.

He could have punched him. Or at least, he felt as though he could have, realistically he had never even attempted to punch anyone and least of all a guy of his magnitude, who probably wouldn't even feel one of Kurt's hardest pounds. The whole business was futile and he knew it. He felt angry tears sting his eyes and wiped them away furiously.

Why did he always have to cry? Guys like Karofsky picked on the weak and Kurt thought bitterly that it was a no-brainer why he had chosen to victimise him.

Kurt felt so conflicted that he did not know what to do with himself. He did not know whether to be upset and angry or thrilled and excited about what he had just experienced in the great hall. He didn't know whether to face Karofsky or run and hide. Likewise with the lead vocalist, all though for entirely different reasons.

One thing he did know, however, was that he was late to class. Again. He did not need to give the others any more reason to badger him, so he wiped his tears away and stood up, painting a calm expression on his face. The show must go on.

Songs: Teenage Dream – Katy Perry (but as if you didn't know that already!)