Title: Spread My Wings, Let Me Fly
Author: chipmunki
Rating: T
Warnings: SLASH
Summary: Kurt isn't the only one with a crush on a Warbler, Eventual David/Harry and Blaine/Kurt

Chapter One

His legs were pumping as adrenaline coursed through his body like electricity. Grinning and shouting, as he navigated his way closer to the goal, his eyes focused to the football shooting towards him. With a powerful swing of his left leg he kicked the ball straight into the net, slamming past the opposition's goalie with such force it rebounded off the white string net out into the field again.

The referee called a goal and blew his whistle to signify the end of the game. Harry laughed and raised his arms in the air as his team dog piled him. Their celebratory cheers echoed across the field as the losing team morosely walked off the pitch. His team were all clapping him on the back and shouting his name. Harry loved every second of the game, the rush of movement, the blur of the people around him and the sharp knowledge of knowing what he needs to do and how he is going to d it, and knowing that he can do it. The intoxication of it.

It was only made better by David's body crushed against his, this way his flushed face could be attributed to the exercise.

oOo

David and Harry had no lessons together. The only lessons Harry especially excelled in were his French lessons, as his lack of muggle education always caught up with him in the other ones. David happened to be taking only AP courses, he was one of the top students in the school and had a 4.0 GPA. Harry rather lagged behind with a not all that respectable 2.3 GPA. It was rising over the months as long as he studied hard, and his participation in sports did make him a more desirable student.

Harry took part in many sports, he was the best tennis player in Dalton due to his excellent hand eye co-ordination, he was one of the soccer teams stars, he could sporadically be seen in the gym practicing gymnastic and trampolining routines in the gym and he was also a long distance runner. When some of his friends from Hogwarts found out about that they had a ball, apparently they thought it was inevitable – he was too stubborn to give up when a sane person would!

David was a high jumper on the athletics team which Harry occasionally took part in for the javelin throw. He was another soccer team star, although he was a goalie to Harry's striker, and was actually team captain as well. It was rather safe to say, from past experience involving Oliver Wood, that Harry found it easy to crush on team captains or leaders. David would never have been completely safe from that, even if he had not been charming, sweet and so relaxing.

Harry had just moved to Dalton when he and David met for the first time. Harry had been late for a class, and without the extra help he had always gotten from the slightly sentient Hogwarts he had had to run. He remembered the panic of being late and the fear of it turning into another first-day-at-school-and-your-teacher-turns-into-a-cat-and-threatens-to-turn-you-into-a-watch kind of day, when he had slammed into a hard surface. He rebounded off but managed not to fall onto his arse, just to drop half of his things onto the floor.

It had been David he had ran into, but instead of glaring or ignoring him, the other boy helped him pick up his stuff and in a calm, friendly voice said

"Hey, man, calm down, you shouldn't be in such a rush, or if you can't help it, you should at least join the track team!"

He had patted Harry on the shoulder, walked past, his "we'd be happy to have you!" echoed down the corridor as David walked away. Harry had stood stock still for minutes after. He could recognize this feeling. The heat in his cheeks. The speed of his heart as it doubled pace. The hope that maybe him and David would share classes and he could capture that soft, brown gaze again.

But even though they were in the same year it never came about. Wes was in his English Literature class and they had been paired together on quite a few projects and Kurt and Harry were also in the same French class, Blaine and he shared Math and Biology but no David.

But as much as he wanted to spend more time with his crush he put his foot down on the idea of joining the Warblers.

oOo

"You know you're a decent singer!" proclaimed Nick, his roommate. Nick was nosy, bossy and self righteous. In short, he and Harry got on like a house on fire. They were ridiculously alike. Only Nick was straight. He was also a Warbler.

Harry threw the math textbook next to him at his roommate. The dull thud of it hitting skin and the loud 'ow!' was hugely satisfactory to Harry, who had been hearing this sort of thing since Nick had over heard him dramatically singing 'La Marseilles' to Gabrielle over his skype (he could not use floo in a muggle school, much to his annoyance. Laptops still froze, shut down and occasionally blew up in his presence.)

Nick usually continued on until Harry left the room. However there were other ways to shut him up. From his months at the Burrow Harry had discovered that sitting on someone was a stellar way to get them to stop talking and this worked with Nick perfectly. Right now, Harry was too exhausted to get up off of his bed. He had not gone to sleep the night before so he could study and raise his grade in World History, which was terrible. He got confused between muggle historical events and wizarding ones and the fact he had used his history lessons at Hogwarts to catch up on sleep was no having a positive effect on his work for the subject. He was miles behind his classmates. He then had to go to an early track meeting, which ran over meaning he missed breakfast, go to his normal lessons, go to his soccer practice and then drag himself back to his room to study even more, this time to raise his chemistry and physics grades.

He collapsed back onto his bed as Nick rhapsodized over how many 'babes' he could get if he was part of the Warblers. Shockingly, this had very little persuasive power over Harry. The one wet kiss from Cho Chang was not remembered fondly. He had nightmares about it sometimes. He could still remember the thick curtain of shiny black hair swinging for his face, forcing the sickly sweet smell of cherries into his nostrils. The wide, coy vulnerability to her eyes which shined with tears. Her puckered lips, shimmering with an oily gloss and her breasts! Harry shuddered.

"…And they'd be round and perfectly shaped!" Nick announces, his hands are cupping the hand in front of them and his eyes are closed in imagined euphoria. Harry just groans and rolls onto his side. He is too tired to deal with this now.

"Ahh!" shouts Nick suddenly and Harry bolts upwards, expecting attack or sudden a ghostly apparition to have drifted through his roommate, but he is perfectly fine. He shouts gleefully "It's dinner time!"

Harry flops back onto his bed as Nick races away, but he only managed a quick lunch earlier and, as much as he is used to sparse eating from his younger years with the Dursleys, he is starving.

And so, to the tune of a rumbling stomach and thoughts on how he would hate the 'rock star' fame of the Warblers, he plods tiredly to the dining area.

oOo

The Dining Area was packed. It seemed everyone was hungry today and evening meals are always the busiest because lunch meals are scheduled and half the school prefers their beds to food in the morning. Harry looked around. The only spare chairs were by Thad, Blaine, Wes… and David.

Harry's heart sank whilst his heart doubled its rhythm and the heat rose in his cheeks. He knew he was going to make a complete fool of himself. He just wanted David to like him.

Nick sat across from Thad. Eyes on his tray, Harry slid into the seat next to Wes. They had seen Kurt in the queue and since everyone at least vaguely knew about his crush on Blaine (except for Blaine) they had left the seat next to Blaine open. However, this meant Harry was now sitting across from David. His cheeks reddened even more and cursing his pale skin, he refused to look up from his food. Although the spaghetti bolognaise at Dalton was delicious he had no appetite.

He was still ecstatic to hear David's low chuckle and to know that he was sitting across from a kind, good looking boy. Every second sitting there made his back straighten up until he looked into people's eyes and made conversation. It was all going pretty well until Nick opens his big, fat, ugly mouth.

"So," he started, and Harry already dreads this turn in conversation. He glared at his roommate. "I have been trying for the past month to get Harry to audition for the Warblers. Maybe you guys can help me."

He aimed a subtle glance at David. He knew about Harry's crush, although he thought he might be the only one in the school. Harry was surprisingly subtle for someone who blushed so much. He looked around the table. Wes looked surprised but interested, Blaine was beaming, but mostly at Kurt who had just arrived at the table. Thad nodded but David just looked at Harry, who Nick noticed is glaring at Nick in such a manner that he is actually really scared.

Blaine was the first one to speak.

"You should totally audition, Harry." He says in an assured voice, "It's a real honor to be involved in the Warblers."

Wes nodded stoutly, and Harry was sure that if he could Wes would be stroking his little hammer at that moment (and, no. The hammer did not mean his penis.)

"It's a great opportunity. I can arrange an audition at a moment's notice if…" he offered easily.

Harry laughed. "No, thanks. As I've said to Nick a million times, I'm really just not interested in it. Plus," he added at the slighted looks on the Warbler's faces, "my grades can't afford another extracurricular. Not with all my sports. They're already borderline in half of my lessons."

The boys at the table knew what he meant. Dalton had such a good reputation not just because of its zero tolerance policy or its teaching standards, but also because of the average grades of all of the students. If anybody was achieving lower than that grade there was a possibility of them being persuaded to change schools. Of course that was the most serious option. The student was also offered tutoring, extra lessons and, if that failed, they got all of their privileges revoked and had to do school work in a silent room with a teacher during the free hours.

There was an awkward pause in conversation.

Then Kurt said, "they're borderline, seriously? But you're top of our French class!"

Thad turned to him and said, "But he's in my Spanish class!"

Thad's brown eyes grew wide, "You're top of that class too!" he accused.

Harry shrugged, "I like languages. I'm rubbish at the rest of it."

"It's true." Added Nick, but Thad still glared suspiciously at Harry so he continued. "He speaks to a french girl all the time on skype."

"Gabriella." Harry explained, " I met her a few years back. She's French."

A tray clattered on to the table next to Wes, "he's copied of me in Physics for ages." Said the blond haied Jeff, as he sat down. He flipped his fringe out off his eyes as he grinned at Harry.

Harry's head jerked away from from where it was ducked, about to fork another mouth ful of shepard's pie into his mouth.

"I did not cheat! It was..." he struggled for a second, looking at Jeff's smug face. "creative answering!"

Jeff burst into laughter, "Yeah, and it was my creativity!" Nick reached across Wes and Harry to fist bump Jeff. Harry glared at them. He was not ashamed to say he tried to stab Nick with his fork as the Warbler drew his fork back.

"Do you need a tutor in Physics, Harry?" asked David and Harry's head jerked around to him. He had not spoken at all during the conversation. Harry had almost forgotten he was there. Almost. He blushed at the soft brown eyes on his. "I'd be happy to help. I'm one of the top students in the sciences."

Harry blushed even more as he stuttered out a quick "Erm, yeah, sure. I mean, if you don't mind."

Harry regretted it a second later.

He can barely handle a lunch with him and there were six other people at the table.

How the bloody hell is he supposed to cope in a one on one session?

oOo

Kurt and Blaine sat on Blaine's bed later that evening. Their bodies were pressed close together as they sang along to 'The Sound of Music' playing on the TV. Kurt reveled in the body heat produced by the boy next to him and the hand pressed to his shoulder. Every time Blaine touched him he felt even more in love with him. He loved his hair (especially when ungelled), his eyes, his hands, the funny, adorable faces he pulled when he sang.

Which is why it broke his heart completely when Blaine turned to him with a grin on his face and said cheekily,

"So, do you think Harry's gay?"


blaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh! i blame you all for my lack of coursework finished. you all suck.

that's a lie. you all rule. but there is no way i am blaming Glee. not after the Klisses. :)

stupid cockblock keyboard. :(

i'm going to keep the build up in this fic. that's a cannon storyline i'm actually fond of. :) plus Blaine's face when he realised he was in love with Kurt was aweeeeeesome. :DDDD

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my review lollipop. they make my heart go giddy up. they are as sweet as candy. they are my sugar dandy. reviiiiiiiiew! :) please! :)