Title: Love Begins
Author: Ash
Beta: None and as such all mistakes are mine. (Though if you read this and decide you want in inbox me)
Fandom: Harry Potter/Glee
Pairings: Harry Potter/Kurt Hummel, Noah Puckerman/Santana Lopez (these are the only pairings that matter anyway)
Warnings: This is Slash. Don't like don't read. Harry and Puck (yes they need their own warning), smexy thoughts and actions as well as slight creeper tendencies. Homophobia. Though that last one is only until Harry starts kicking ass, taking names and kicking those names in the ass. I am also a big fan of slightly feminine Super!Harry so that is probably how he will end up. I also like super smart Noah. It kills me that on the show Puck is all brawn no brains.
Author's Note: This story came about after reading Icebreaker by gleefulmusings. I completely agree with her assertion that Kurt deserved way better than what he was getting. This story will have alternating points of view. If you read please review. All are welcome. Except the stupid ones.
Summary: When Harry arrived in Lima, Ohio and began William Mckinley High School the last thing he expected to find was the love of his life. Title of this story was taken from the musical Wonderland. Hurt and Pucktana.
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Chapter Two:
Oh No, Are these Butterflies I'm feeling?
Harry walked into the main office ready to start his muggle high school career. He saw a woman typing away at a computer so he approached her for instruction. "Hello Miss. I'm Harry Potter and this is my first day. Do you know who I am supposed to speak to?"
The woman's head snapped up at the sound of his voice and Harry was finally able to see her clearly. She was...old. He would be suprised if she was a day younger than one hundred. What the hell? Don't they let their ancient people retire here? Oh crap. I hope she doesn't croak before she can tell me where i'm supposed to go, he thought in a panic."Well you've come to the right desk kid. Give me a minute and I'll get your schedule for you," she answered in a suprisingly strong voice. Harry smiled at her and just said "take your time."
She typed away at her computer for a few minutes before finishing and giving him her full attention. "That's a great accent ya got there kid. London?"
"Close. I grew up in Surrey."
"Well why the hell did you come to Lima?"
Harry's eyes widened before he turned to her and really looked at her. She was still old but now he noticed her eyes. If the eyes really were the windows to the soul then he now placed her age at maybe fifteen or sixteen. Maybe even younger. He grinned at her and answered her question in a chirpy voice, "I'm here to be a real boy."
"Good God. Don't tell me your one of those satan worshipers because we got enough here in this town. We don't need you bringing it across the goddamn world with you."
"Satan worshipers Miss?"
"Yeah you know. Those evil people that get up at the ass crack of dawn and decide its their duty to spread sunshine to all those they encounter. I tried to hit one you little shits with my car this morning. Still pissed off I missed."
"No Miss. I'm not a satan worshiper. My good humor this morning is the result of what amounts to seven cups of coffee. The natural way to wake up," Harry snickered at her. He suddently peered into her eyes and with all the seriousness he could muster said, "I'm not suprised you missed. Are you sure someone of your years should be driving?"
"Don't make me kick your ass kid. I may be old but I could show you a thing or two. Here's your schedule. Your locker number and combination are on the paper taped to it. If you have trouble finding any of these things then tough shit. Man up. Now get out of here and go be the delinquent I know you have it in you to be. Oh and dear...have a good day." Harry accepted his schedule and laughed at her parting shot. "You as well Miss."
Now in a much better mood than before he left the office to attempt to find his locker. The halls were much more crowded now that it was closer to the time classes would begin. Never one to be shy he grabbed the first person that crossed his path and asked for directions. After finding his locker and dropping his bag and jacket off he took out his phone and snapped a couple of pictures of his schedule before texting it to Noah. He stood at his locker to await Noah's response and decided to just people watch while he had the chance. This is when he saw him.
He was standing at the locker across the hall from Harry, staring into a mirror and fixing his bangs. There were two girls with him, a curvy black girl and asian goth, both easily dismissed. They didn't matter. At the moment only he mattered and that was just fine with Harry. He stood there drinking in the whole package from head to toe .
The brunette bombshell was dressed to kill in what Harry recognized as expensive designer brands. He was even more suprised when he realized he could name them. He knew for a fact that the gray colored hat, scarf and matching jacket were from Lucian's Draconis collection. The black almost skin-tight pants (that showcased an ass that had his mouthwatering) were McQueen, as was the black shirt underneath the jacket. The boots, if he were seeing correctly were Gucci and matched the bag he was wearing perfectly. All of this covered gorgeous, possibly flawless, ivory white skin.
He glanced down the hall to see if anyone noticed him practically drooling over the god across from him and noticed a huge male walking towards the group standing at his angel's locker, carrying some type of red liquid. After being forewarned by Noah, Harry instinctively knew what was about to happen. No fucking way. Before he knew it, Harry was already moving to...do something. He realized at once there was really only one thing he could do. This must be why Noah told me to pack some extra clothes. So before he could think anymore on it, he stepped in front of his stud muffin just as the drink left the cup.
Oh shit, its cold its cold its cold. It's fucking cold. He had never been more grateful for his glasses than he was now. I bet this shit would fucking sting if it had hit my eyes.
"What the fuck dude?" He heard a voice bellow from somewhere above him. Another voice answered him with "Karofsky you idiot. What the hell do you think you are doing?"
Harry was aware that the hallway had gotten quiet the minute he was hit with the slushie. "Shut up Hummel. I was aiming for you. Nobody told this little retard to get in my way," Karofsky answered. Or rather whom he assumed was Karofsky. He still couldn't see.
He decided to speak up for the first time since this incident started. So taking off his glasses he turned his head to the huge man thing and said, "Look mate. I don't know who you are but I advise you to leave. Now."
"Who do you think your talking to? Nobody talkes to The Fury that way."
Harry couldn't stop the laugh even if he wanted to. "The Fury? Did you really just call yourself that? You have got to be kidding me. Why don't you just run along before all the goodwill brought on by my seven cups of coffee runs out." He glared up at the behemoth standing in front of him and waited for him to make his move.
"Whatever. Getting one fag is just as good as getting the other." With that he walked away from the group and the noise resumed in the hall.
Harry debated on whether or not to go after him but he was interrupted before coming to a decision. "Are you okay?" a soft voice asked from behind him as equally soft hands began to pull his arm. He allowed this only because he saw that it was his delicious little crumpet doing the pulling.
"I'm fine. Where are you taking me?"
"Just to the bathroom to help you clean up. I know your new but did you happen to bring any extra clothes with you?"
"I did actually. I may be new but I was already warned about this schools penchant for throwing overly sugared cold drinks on each other. I have them in my locker."
"Okay we'll just clean you up as best we can in the bathroom and you can change your shirt when we are done." He suited actions to words and led him through the door they had come to during their walk.
Harry looked around the room he was led into and noticed an unhealthy amount of pink on the walls. I really hope this isn't the mens room. I would definitely hold my pee before coming in here again. "Why have you led me to the women's room?"
"Because it smells way better than any of the boys bathrooms."
Harry turned to face him and for the first time got a good look at his face. Damn. Gorgeous cheek bones, a cute little button nose and stunning (blue...green...gray?) eyes. Merlin his cupcake was even better up close. His little darling walked him over to the sinks and began to run the water. It was then that he realized they weren't alone. The girls that had been with his doll-face had followed them into the restroom. Though I guess they have more right to be here then we do. With them being girls and all.
While waiting for thewater in the sink to warm he decided to introduce himself. "Hello. I'm Harry Potter. And you are?" The question was directed to all of them but he only had eyes for his dumpling.
The first one to answer was the goth. "I'm Tina. It's nice to meet you Harry. Cool accent. Where are you from?"
"I'm from Great Britain. Surrey to be more specific."
"Why the hell did you come to Lima?" curvy black girl asked. Harry just raised an eyebrow at this. "Oh sorry. I'm Mercedes Jones. Now answer the question white boy."
"I'm here to be a real boy."
"What the hell does that mean?" Mercedes asked.
"What's with the inquistion? When I told that really wicked ancient broad in the office what I told you, she just asked me if I was a devil worshiper. Why can't you do the same?"
"Ancient broad? You mean Mrs. Phillips? Yeah she's cool. Not a morning person though."
"Of course not. Morning people are unnatural." Harry turned to his poppet, noticing he hadn't introduced himself. He really needed to know his name. After all he couldn't marry him if they weren't properly introduced. "I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name."
"That's because I never said it."
"I believe that mountain called you Hummel?"
Instead of answering the question, he asked one of his own. "Why did you step in front of me? I mean I know you knew what he was going to do. So why did you take the slushie for me?"
Harry was dissappointed at still not knowing his sweetpea's name but chose to humor him anyway. "Your clothes."
"My clothes? You stepped in front of me because of my clothes?"
"Yup. If my brother knew that I saw one of his designs about to be destroyed and I did nothing he would kill me."
"Actually," a new voice joined the conversation. "He would first torture, then kill you."
"Puck! What are you doing here?" Mercedes screeched.
"Chill Aretha. I heard Karofsky complaining about how he was gonna slushie Hummel but some girly british kid got in his way."
"Girly? I'm not girly."
"Oh babe you so are," Noah responded, leaning against the wall, smirking. Harry wanted to smack that smirk right off his face.
"Why do you care if the new kid gets slushied or not?" This from Tina.
"Wait a minute. One of your brothers designs? What do you mean your brother?" his love bug finally asked.
"Well he's not my biological brother. I'm best friends with his younger brother Draco, for whom the brand is named after. Since I'm so close to him, and am naturally loveable, Lucian sort of adopted me. I saw the collection before it even hit the stores so I recognized it on you. And as for you Noah..."
"Wait back up a minute." Harry just rolled his eyes at this interruption and let Mercedes speak. "Your trying to tell us that you personally know one of the greatest designers of our generation. That you are in fact considered family to him and you expect us to buy it? No way white boy. Not with the way your dressed."
Everone seemed to eye him at once including Harry himself. "What's wrong with what I have on?"
"And how exactly do you know Puck?" This again from Tina.
"First, there is nothing wrong with the way I dress." Here his little gum drop snorted but Harry let it slide. "Secondly, I really don't care what you decide to 'buy'. I wasn't even talking to you." Harry knew that he was being rude but Mercedes attitude was really rubbing him the wrong way. He knew he had offended her with his second point but decided to ignore it for now. "Thirdly, Noah is one of my best friends. We have known each other for years. He's the whole reason I decided to come to Lima."
"I thought you came here to be a real boy?"
"I did."
"He did."
Again Noah and I both answered at the same time. He looked over at his friend and grinned. "Did you come to make sure I was alright?"
"I...yeah. I wanted to make sure you weren't somewhere contemplating homicide. Someone told me Hummel dragged you in here so here I am."
"Awww...was my little boychick worried about me?"
"Whatever. I also came to tell you that we have our first two classes together."
"Great. Just let me finish up here and we can go. Actually can you go get my spare shirt from my locker?"
"Yeah. What are the numbers?"
"98 and the combo interestingly enough is Sarahbears birthday."
"Alright I'm on it," he called as he walked out the bathroom.
"Thanks," he called after him. He then turned back to his honey bun and once again inquired about his name. "So is there a reason you won't give me your name angel-voice?"
"Angel voice?"
"Yes. Your voice sounds as if it came straight from the heavens."
"Oh please. That has got to be the lamest line I have ever heard." Mercedes once again interrupted.
Harry smiled sweetly and responded with, "Well I guess it's a good thing I wasn't using it on you. Why are you still here? Don't you have class?"
"Oh no you didn't white boy. You keep up with the smart mouth and I will cut you."
"You come anywhere near me with a sharp instrument and my sister will be here to stomp all over your last season, skittle covered ass."
"Dude." Noah had returned with shirt sometime during the argument and was looking at Harry in surprise.
"She threatened me Noah. I think it's only fair that she understand the consequences of her actions."
"Your sister? Why not you? Can't you fight your own battles?"
"Sure I can. Put me against that ape Karofsky and I would murder him. You however are not an ape. Even worse your not a man. So I can't do anything to you. But I have three sisters that can be here before you even have the chance to say color-blind." The argument would've continued on in this vein if not for Harry hearing the most glorious sound ever. His buttercup was laughing.
Harry immediately forgot about the color challenged diva and instead focused on more important things. Like the name of his oh so precious future baby daddy. And finally removing his sticky shirt. He once again thanked Noah for retrieving it for him before pulling the wet shirt off. He heard a gasp and out of the corner of his eye, he could see his cutie-pie peeking at him.
"So...sugar hips. How about that name?"
"It's Kurt. Kurt Hummel."
"It's very nice to meet you Kurt."
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Well. Here's another chapter. And so soon after the first. Don't get used to it. I'm on a roll right now but there is no doubt in my mind that it will slow down at some point. Thanks to all those that reviewed. I really appreciate it. I would also like to thank those that favorited the story as well. It really means a lot to me to know that so many people liked this story.
Peace out Biches,
Ash
