Harry woke the next morning with a throbbing headache and a growling stomach. The headache was easily dealt with since Harry had several potions stashed in a hidden compartment of his trunk. Andy had shipped the trunk to him via some brown muggle delivery service to avoid him having to lug it on the bus or explain how it magically fit in the small looking duffel bag that Harry had brought with him. Once the pain in his head had been reduced to a dull throb Harry walked into his bathroom.

He was very thankful to have his own bathroom, something Finn had much lamented since he was required to share his bathroom with Kurt whenever his step brother was there. Carole had just whacked Finn on the head and told him that Harry was a guest so of course he needed his own space. Harry really liked that woman.

Harry showered more thoroughly than usual because it was Saturday and he didn't have to work. He ignored the part of his brain that said it was because Kurt was here because that was just not on. He just didn't want to risk getting dirty spots anywhere in Carole's clean house. He forgot about his cut and was reminded when his shampoo met the open wound stinging painfully and causing Harry to let out a string of colorful curses he hoped couldn't be heard over the sound of his shower.

Harry toweled off quickly and upon checking his clothes realized that his last clean T-Shirt had somehow gotten spattered with grease. Resigning to go shirtless until his laundry was done Harry threw on his last pair of clean jeans, the ones he only wore on laundry day because they were a gift from Draco and fit much tighter than any other pair he owned. He walked quietly down the hall, through the kitchen and into the laundry room beyond. He put his clothes in to wash and took a moment to fold the clean clothes Finn had left sitting in the dryer.

With the laundry going Harry glanced at the clock and realized everyone would be up soon so rather than simply pouring himself a bowl of cereal he set about making breakfast for everyone. Harry liked cooking and in an effort to ingratiate himself with Carole had taken to doing so on the weekends so she could sleep in. He started with Burt's egg white omelet both because he knew Burt would be up first and because he knew Carole would cut him if she caught him adding cheese to it which he always did. Carole didn't know Harry always conjured the cheese. This meant it had zero nutritional value but also had none of the negative health impacts that Burt needed to avoid.

Next he prepared waffles for Carole and Finn knowing that Finn would eat anything and that Carole loved them. He puzzled over what to cook for Kurt and finally settled on cutting up some fresh fruit and putting into a bowl. Burt came in just as Harry was starting on a large serving of hash browns for himself and also Finn who would not be satisfied with just waffles. Burt looked at him for a moment before asking wryly.

"Laundry day?" Harry nodded.

"Yeah I accidentally got grease all over my last clean shirt."

"Huh well be careful by that stove hot oil burns hurt like the dickens." As if to highlight Burt's point a drop of grease chose that moment to pop and land painfully on Harry's arm. Harry yelped and jumped backwards inadvertently knocking into Kurt who had once again managed to sneak up behind him.

"Oh Sorry Kurt, didn't see you there" Harry told him before pointing to the table "I wasn't sure what you want so I cut up some fresh fruit. If you want waffles or eggs or something just let me know."

Kurt stared at him wide eyed and suddenly Harry felt very self conscious about the fact that he wasn't wearing a shirt. He stood there awkwardly feeling his face heat and knowing that the blush would probably travel halfway down his chest. It wasn't until Finn came blundering in a second later and exclaimed "WAFFLES! Harry you are a god!" that Kurt finally replied.

"Fruit is great thanks," and walked quickly over to the table. Harry stared stupidly after him for another moment before a knock at the door grabbed his attention. He checked the hash browns then gestured for the others to stay seated as he went to answer the door.

The boy that stood on the other side was handsome in a sort of preppy put together way. His black hair was brushed perfectly into place, heavily gelled and he was dressed in slacks, a polka dot shirt and a bowtie. The boy gaped open mouthed at Harry for several minutes before he finally got annoyed and spoke.

"Can I help you?" he asked causing the boy to blink rapidly and nod.

"Uhh yeah umm Kurt. . .Yes I'm here to see Kurt is he here?" As he spoke he blushed very red but Harry just nodded and motioned him inside.

"Yeah we're all having breakfast still. It's pretty early." Harry told him as he walked back toward the kitchen assuming the boy would follow.

"Oh yeah sorry I just couldn't wait." Harry shrugged and called to Kurt as he stepped into the kitchen. "Kurt some guy's here for you,"


Burt watched with building annoyance as his son's ex boyfriend simultaneously tried to convince Kurt to spend the day with him while at the same time blatantly checking Harry out. His son was looking increasingly unhappy and Harry was looking more and more awkward and embarrassed. When the timer on the washing machine beeped loudly Burt heard Harry mutter "Thank Merlin!" Under his breath as he fled from the room.

A few minutes later he heard the dryer kick on but Harry didn't return to the room. With Harry gone Blaine returned his focus entirely to Kurt much to Burt's annoyance.

"Come on Kurt, I bought Les Mis on BluRay I was thinking we could watch all the extra stuff and sing along together." Blaine asked earnestly. Kurt shrugged.

"I don't think today's a good day Blaine. I haven't had a chance to catch up with my dad yet or anything."

"Please Kurt I've missed you so much! I'm sure your dad won't mind right Mr. Hummel?" Blaine turned wide pleading eyes to Burt. Now normally this would have worked. In Burt's quest to be a supportive father he'd encouraged Kurt's relationship with Blaine. Even after their break up, in hopes that his son would have someone who really cared about him and treated him like he deserved. Unfortunately Burt had just spent the last ten minutes watching Blaine openly gape at another guy.

"Actually I do," Burt replied "I haven't seen my son in months Blaine and I don't see how you, an ex-boyfriend, should have more claim on him then his family. In fact we were just having a family breakfast so if you're done catching up Kurt will call you if he wants to hang out."

Blaine stood wide eyed for another moment before turning to leave.

"Of course I'm sorry for intruding. I'll-I'll go home and wait on your call." He said finally as he left the room. Once he was gone Burt looked anxiously at his son. He didn't want Kurt to be mad at him. Kurt's eyes were watery and Burt quickly began to apologize.

"I'm sorry, If you want to hang out with him of course you can-" Burt was cut off from saying more as Kurt threw his arms around him.

"Thanks for standing up for me dad," Kurt's voice was muffled because his face was pressed against Burt's shoulder but he just smiled and hugged his son closer.

"Anytime son, anytime." their moment was interrupted by Finn shouting into the laundry room.

"It's safe to come out Harry, Blaine left." Burt gave him a censuring sort of look but Finn just shrugged "What? He was being like super obvious, he had to have been if even I noticed."

Still hugging him Kurt left out a watery laugh.

"He really was. I mean yeah he's hot but have some tact." Burt let out a laugh as Harry stepped back into the kitchen just in time to hear Kurt's comment. His face went violently red and he quickly left the room again. Kurt turned as red as Harry. "Oh god did he hear me?"

"I'm pretty sure he did," Finn replied with a nod "Don't worry though. Harry's really shy I think he's just embarrassed about getting so much attention."


Kurt finally got the answer to the mystery of why anyone would work without asking for money a week after he arrived home. He'd actively been avoiding Harry since the other man had overheard him admit that he was hot. He didn't want to make him uncomfortable so thought it was better to just let him be. It was easy to do since Harry was almost always at the shop with Burt or hanging out playing video games and watching sports with Finn.

Sunday afternoon however found them alone in the house together. So far Kurt had not seen Harry since he'd bid the rest of the family good bye. Carole had developed a bit of a religious streak since Burt's cancer diagnoses and insisted that he and Finn attend church every Sunday. She'd tried to convince Kurt to come as well but after an encounter with a preacher trying to convince him to "Pray to the lord to cure you of your grievous perversion of the mind" When he was fifteen Kurt had avoided any houses of god. This was a different church who Carole assured him had no issue with Kurt being gay but he still opted to avoid it. Kurt didn't and had never believed in god and felt no need to 'Hedge his bets' as his dad called it.

No one had even suggested that Harry come along leaving Kurt to assume the subject had already been covered before he returned home from NYADA. Harry had come down to wave goodbye before walking back up to his room. Kurt had lingered outside his door painfully curious about what he was up to but heard no sound and eventually wandered back downstairs.

Kurt was in the kitchen grabbing an apple when the home phone began to ring. He stared at it blankly for a moment, wondering why they even had a home phone when everyone in the house already had cell phones. When it began a second ring Kurt picked it up.

"Hello?" He said still thrown by the fact that it was ringing at all.

"Hi, is Harry there?" the woman on the other end sounded surprised. Clearly she had been expecting Harry to answer. Kurt glanced up and saw that Harry had just stepped into the room with a small notepad in hand.

"Yes, he's right here." Kurt said before passing the phone to the other man. Harry gave him quick smile that left Kurt's heart beating at double speed before putting the phone to his ear.

"Hey pretty lady," Harry said in an excessively chipper voice. Kurt fought the urge to scowl. He suddenly felt the urge to eat something more substantial than an apple for lunch and quickly walked over the fridge. Kurt could hear the woman speaking but couldn't make out her words. He wondered if this was Harry's girlfriend. He certainly sounded like Finn did whenever Rachel called to chat.

"Uh huh. . . . .Sure. . . .Makes sense" he continued in this vein for long enough to Kurt to make himself a sandwich. As he sat down Harry caught his eye and rolled his own before lifting his hand and pretending it was a talking mouth in the universal symbol for 'blah blah blah'. Kurt couldn't help but laugh causing Harry to flash him another charming smile.

"Look Hermione," Harry finally spoke in a fond exasperated sort of tone like the one Kurt used when Rachel got carried away "I'm sure it's a worthy cause you don't need to convince me just give me a number."

Kurt's head shot up in confusion. He watched as Harry jotted something on the notepad he'd brought down with him before speaking again.

"You're sure that's enough? ...Okay I'll call right now and have them wire it to you. . . .Oh not you? Where then? C.R.A.Z.Y.? You know what that spells right?. . . . Jeez sorry it's a great name! Much better then spew. . . . .Sorry you're right it's S.P.E.W. not spew. . . .Sure I can make a donation to spew while I'm at it. . . . Sorry of course S.P.E.W. Anyway give my love to Ron and the rest. Talk to you later." Harry jumped up and put the phone on the hook. Kurt stared at him.

"So. . .spew?" he asked finally. Harry let out a loud laugh.

"You don't even want to know. Hermione's an activist but all her charities are for things no one cares about. I love her to pieces though. Do you need to use the phone? I have to make one more call." Kurt shook his head.

"No I have a cell phone." He told him.

"Oh man I can't imagine. She'd call me everyday if I had one of those." Harry told him with a laugh as he picked up the receiver and dialed another number.

"Hey Bill it's Harry, yeah I just need to authorize a transfer for Hermione's cause of the week. . . . Looks like 100,000 to Crazy. . . .Ha ha ha I know, I don't how she comes up with these names and then the same to spew."

Kurt choked on the piece of sandwich he'd just bitten into. Harry rushed over and began to pat him on the back. Harry watched him with a worried look until his breathing returned to normal before returning to his phone conversation.

"Sorry what was that last bit? I got distracted. . . .Oh yeah that's fine. Okay thanks Bill give my love to Fleur and Victoria. . .Bye." Harry hung up the phone and returned to the table.

"I'm sorry but. . .did you just give $100,000 to a charity called crazy?" Kurt asked after a moment of silence. Harry shook his head.

"Now with the conversion rate it's actually closer to 200,000." Kurt stared open mouthed at him for several moments before he could think of something to say.

"Is this some kind of elaborate practical joke you and my dad have set up?" Harry laughed shaking his head.

"No sorry, I know it's weird that's why I usually wait until everybody's gone to deal with the business stuff." Kurt shook his head.

"I'm sorry I just. . . you dress like a beggar, you work in my dad's mechanic shop in exchange for a bed and food but you're actually like filthy rich?" Kurt asked unable to keep the skepticism out of his voice. Harry blushed and shrugged.

"Err . . . yes?"

Kurt sat thoughtfully for a moment as he tried to wrap his brain around what he had just learned. Coming to a decision he stood up and walked over to Harry.

"Get up and put on some shoes." he ordered. Harry stood and moved to obey before pausing.

"Why?"

"Because I'm taking you shopping obviously. I had resigned myself to looking at those hideous clothes because I assumed you didn't have a way to get better ones. There is no way you are subjecting me to those rags now that I know the truth."

Kurt wasn't sure how it happened. Harry had willingly gone to the mall with him and Kurt had handed him several things to try on. Yet somehow by the time they left the mall Kurt had ended up with four new pairs of slacks, a pair of killer boots and a Lacoste sweater that was absolutely to die for. It wasn't until they got home and started dividing up their clothing that Kurt realized the only addition to Harry's wardrobe was a six pack of Hanes white cotton tees.

"I don't understand, what happened to all the clothes I had you try on?" Kurt demanded leveling a glare at Harry where he sat on the sofa next to Finn. Harry shrugged and Finn started to laugh.

"Oh man! He used his Jedi mind trick on you! He got mom when she tried to take him shopping too. I think she ended up with like two dresses and a couple new shirts and Harry came home with like tube socks."

"I really needed socks and I'm pretty happy about my new shirts Kurt I'm glad you suggested it." Harry told him with a grin. Kurt scowled at him.


July

After the shopping trip Kurt seemed to decide that Harry was okay company. That was why, three weeks later when Harry slid out from under the engine he was trying to repair only to find Kurt perched on a stool next to his toolbox, he wasn't surprised. Kurt had taken to spending his days at the shop. At first he'd said it was to spend more time with his dad but he later clarified it was also to avoid Blaine, who had taken to dropping by the house unexpectedly when it became clear Kurt wasn't going to call him.

"Hey Kurt make yourself useful and hand me the philips head from my tool box." Harry told him only to watch in amusement has Kurt climbed down from the stool and gingerly lifted the mentioned tool between two fingers. He held it as far away from himself as possible as he moved to place it in Harry's waiting hand. "Thanks."

Harry slid back under the car and began to carefully loosen the screws which held the housing on the engine so he could check the connections inside it. Kurt had the look of someone with something to say so Harry waited and focussed on his engine. He'd learned that Kurt wasn't the type to keep things bottled up and he was sure to burst at any moment.

"So my friend Adam wants to come down for a visit." Kurt said at last. Harry was glad to be under the car because he was pretty sure friend, in this case, meant something else and he knew if Kurt could see him he was sure to see the disappointment written all over his face. As it was Harry loosened the next screw a little more forcefully than was strictly necessary.

"Oh? That's cool. You guys must be pretty close if he's willing to drive all the way down from New York just to see you." Harry couldn't help it he just loved to torture himself. He couldn't help but wonder if maybe Harry had been more obvious about his crush then he'd realized and this was Kurt's way of telling him to back off without having to say it.

"Yeah I guess so. You know he's from England too maybe you've met him. Adam Crawford." Harry snorted and moved back out from the car to look at Kurt.

"I realize compared to this ridiculously huge country England must seem pretty tiny but I haven't actually met everyone who lives there Kurt." Kurt smiled at him and shrugged.

"Well if he does come down at least you'll have another Brit to talk to." Kurt looked so eager Harry couldn't bare to disappoint him so he smiled and nodded.

"Yeah totally."


Authors Note: I gotta give a big Wow and Thank You for all the reviews so far. It's because I've gotten Sooooo many that I am posting this tonight. You guys are awesome and I hope this next chapter doesn't disappoint.