AN: Hey guys, so, at a time I really should be sleeping, I am writing, so do not judge me for any mistakes. This is un-betaed and I'm proud of my mistakes. Okay, I'm not, but still; if there are any, do not blame me.

As I forgot to say, I am going to say this before we continue on with the story. This will not be a Harry/Kurt story. There will be a bit of one-sided Harry/Kurt on Kurt's side, but Harry loves Ginny far too much to consider even dating anyone else. Sorry if anyone was hoping they'd get together.

Songs Used:
Tears in Heaven by Eric Clapton - Sung by Harry

I Must Not Tell Lies

"Hi, I'm Kurt. I noticed you in history, but you sat too far away for me to talk to you," A tall pale boy with blue (or are they green?) eyes said. His hair was perfectly styled and, although feminine, he was impeccably dressed, "and you did the same for our other 2 lessons."

"I'm Harry, nice to meet you." Harry said, nodding at the new information, before going to walk always, in hopes of finding the Spanish classroom before he was late.

"What lesson do you have, I could walk you to it so you don't get lost," Kurt offered, and Harry's face almost split in half.

"Thanks, I wouldn't be able to get to Spanish on time, otherwise," Harry said, relieved. He would dare ask, but he'd always take an offer.

"Oh, you have Spanish, too. Awesome, we are in the same class. That means we can get to know each other," Kurt said, taking Harry's timetable from him as they began walking, and examined it closely, "You have most lessons with me, but you have two lessons with Artie, one of my friends, so you should be fine."

"Okay," Harry murmured, somewhat calmly. Inside, he was scared. What was he supposed to say about himself to other people?

Hello, I'm Harry Potter. I'm 17 years old, but I've already physically killed 3 people and caused thousands of deaths. Pleased to meet you.

Kurt had been talking non-stop during Harry's mini panic, not that Harry had taken any of it in, and they were now outside of the Spanish classroom. People were still in the corridor chatting and laughing, and only a minute had passed.

"Hey Mr. Schuester, this is Harry. He's new." Kurt said, introducing Harry to the teacher. The man nodded, smiling at Harry.

"Hello, Harry, yes I heard about you. How much Spanish do you know?" He asked, softly.

"Enough to get by," Harry murmured, shoving his hands into the pockets of his hoodie.

Mr. Schuester nodded, and sent him to sit with Kurt as the other kids were now coming in.

As the lesson began, they slipped into a mass of vocal repetition, and that didn't bother Harry one bit, knowing he knew everything perfectly anyway.

He easily completed the worksheet he was given from history while he repeated what was said, Kurt grumbling when he still managed to pronounce everything right.

Once the lesson ended, Mr. Schuester called them back, "Harry, has Kurt told you about our Glee club? We are looking for new members, as always."

"Um, no he hasn't. That's a music group isn't it?" The question was directed at both men stood before him. Kurt nodded, his eyes lighting up.

"Does that mean you're interested?" Kurt asked, practically bouncing.

Harry sighed, looking at Mr. Schuester, "I'll give it a go."

"Brilliant, the club is on after school tonight, can you come?" The teacher asked, the happiness showing in his face.

"Yeah, I can," Harry said, thinking of George, "I'll be there."

"Awesome, you can audition tonight, then." Mr. Schuester exclaimed, grinning like an idiot.

As that was decided, Kurt told Mr. Schuester they had things to do, and dragged Harry out the classroom.

"Lunch time. That means it's time to meet my friends, and for you to actually tell me more about you than your name," Kurt told him, happily walking towards the cafeteria with Harry.

Harry nodded, tugging on his sleeves to make sure his hand was covered. Make up and magic irritated the scar, so he used too-big hoodies to cover his hands.

"Artie," Kurt called, and a boy in a wheelchair turned his head to look at Kurt, "Wait up."

The boy, Artie, waited for Harry and Kurt to catch up, and they walked together, Kurt introducing the two. When they got to the cafeteria, Harry knew he was about to meet a big group of people.

Harry followed Kurt and Artie to a big table, where there 5 girls and 3 boys, but with Artie and Kurt joining, it made things pretty even.

"Guys, this is Harry, a new student. He transferred from England," Kurt said. Harry wondered where Kurt had got his information, as Harry had never told him that, but Harry guessed it must have been his accent that gave that away.

"I'm Mercedes, nice to meet you," A big black girl said, her voice full and loud, without being too much.

"I'm Rachel. Are you joining Glee club?" The girl with brown hair, knee high socks and a dress asked.

"His audition is tonight, Mr. Schuester already recruited him in Spanish" Kurt answered, not giving Harry a chance to say anything.

"Oh."

The rest of the girls introduced themselves before letting the boys have a chance, and once that was over, Kurt turned to Harry, "Tell us about you."

"Well, I'm Harry. Just Harry, nothing special." Harry said, pulling out his lunch. He didn't see or feel his hoodie slip, and he didn't see the pair of eyes that saw his hand.

The scars were red and stood out from his pale skin, the words neatly carved out, like it had been done many times.

"Oh my, what does that say?" Kurt said, horrified, taking Harry's hand into his. Automatically, Harry pulled away, covering his hand hastily.

"It's nothing," The automatic lie slipped from his lips without a second thought.

"It said 'I must not tell lies.'" Rachel softly said, looking at Harry's covered hand.

Kurt gasped, "Who did that to you?"

Harry sighed, "It was a teacher about three years ago. But that doesn't matter, I'm safe here."

For the rest of lunch, they chatted idly, and every time someone tried to get to know Harry, he easily deflected their conversation onto something else.

When the bell rung, everyone went their separate ways, Kurt and Harry heading to math. They were handed a worksheet and told to just do that, so Kurt tried to find out what Harry was singing for his audition, so by the time the lesson ended, Kurt was desperate.

"Come on Harry, time for your audition for glee club," Kurt said, grabbing Harry's hand, and attempting to drag Harry down the corridor, but Harry pulled away, the touch burning.

No one had truly touched him since Ginny's funeral; the one where he broke down and begged to wake up from the nightmare, and still be 15 months old in his mums arms; the one where McGonagall cradled him like a baby 'til he cried himself to sleep.

"Harry, what's wrong?" Kurt asked, confused.

"I don't like being touched, sorry," The apology was added on, and they made there was to

They were the first to get to the choir room, other than Mr Schuester, and he beamed.

"Glad to see you here, Harry."

Harry nodded, and sat beside Kurt while they waited for the others to show up. It didn't take long for them to come in, chatting with their friends.

"As you might have noticed, we have a new member auditioning today."

There was applause all around the room, everyone glad to have someone new.

"It's nice to see you all being so supportive! Harry, this is what Glee is all about; being a part of something, having a safe place to express yourself, having fun!"

Harry stood and headed to the front and faced the small group.

"Harry, what song are you singing?"

Harry murmured his answer, and he nodded, stepping back.

Stood there, before 13 people he barely knew, he felt a little nervous.

He bit back a chuckle, finding it funny that he was nervous singing in front of strangers when he had faced (and killed) the worst person in the whole of history.

As the music kicked in, he began singing, his voice soft, "Would you know my name
If I saw you in heaven?
Would it be the same
If I saw you in heaven?"

The words reminded him of Hermione, the way they just worked together. He often wondered if things would be the same when he died, if his relationships stayed the way they were before that person died.

Being lost in his thoughts, he didn't notice the soft gasps from the 13 people watching him, the way Rachel's eyes widened when she realized she had competition, or the way Kurt melted from the pain in Harry's voice.

"I must be strong
And carry on
'Cause I know I don't belong
Here in heaven"

The words were a partial lie, because really, if you actually looked at it, Harry had survived the impossible. He should have died about 5 times, and that's not even counting what his uncle did to him.

"Would you hold my hand
If I saw you in heaven?
Would you help me stand
If I saw you in heaven?"

Ginny would, wouldn't she. She'd hold his hand. She would help him with anything, and god, if she didn't, if she didn't hold his hand, who would.

Tears were slipping from Mercedes and Rachel's eyes, and the other girls weren't far behind. The pure emotion in what Harry sung made him unique, and no one saw the single tear that slid from Harry's eyes.

"Beyond the door
There's peace I'm sure
And I know there'll be no more
Tears in heaven"

The words took Harry back to when he died, when he spoke to Dumbledore that last time. He wondered whether he should have asked to die; then he wouldn't have to be alone. Then he would be with his mum and dad, and Sirius and Remus, and Tonks, and Ginny. Then Hermione could come with Ron, finally holding hands, and Harry would have his happy ever after.

But of course, happy ever after doesn't exist for one Harry Potter.

As the song came to an end, there were few dry eyes in the room, the untainted emotion too much for any of them to handle.

And Harry felt a sense of pride burst within him as Mr. Schue declared he was an official Glee member.

The rest of the hour passed quickly as Mr. Schuester told them about that week's assignment, to sing a song, as a solo or duet that makes you think of someone you love.

Being the last to leave, Harry paused in the doorway, "Mr. Schuester,"

The teacher cut Harry off, "Please, call me Mr. Schue, everyone does."

"Okay, Mr. Schue, I just wanted to say thanks for accepting me, I needed somewhere to sing. Without music, I bottle things up, and I can't let it out."

"I'm glad I could give you that." He said, and Harry left, preparing for George when he got home.

AN: How did I do? Thanks for reading, please review.