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, I don't like those.

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.

****so...i accidentally uploaded the wrong draft of this chapter. the changes are minor but still. this is the one i wanted uploaded.

Chapter Three

I Guess I Can Settle Down Some Day

Noah 'Puck' Puckerman walked down the halls of McKinley as if he owned the place, smirking when people moved out of his way. After his talk with Coach Beiste he decided to drop his crap in his locker and waited for Harry to text him. He couldn't help his smile when he thought about his friend. He was happy that he convinced Harry to take classes instead of just hanging out with Noah when he was free. He was looking forward to spending more time with him, which is why he's so adamant about Harry joining the glee club. He wasn't stupid. Due to all the drama that went down last year he knew that Harry would have a hard time connecting to the others in the choir. Harry's first priority would always be Noah and anyone that hurt or didn't like him would feel Harry's wrath. For a normally good natured guy, Harry could be pretty damn cruel when it came to threats against his friends and family. Retribution was always swift, brutal and merciless. He hadn't realized until Harry showed up here in Lima just how much he had needed a friend. He'd done nothing but thank his lucky stars that he got drunk that night and called him. He felt even luckier that Harry picked up for him.

(Flashback)***

June 20, 2010

Noah sat on his bed and took another swig from his bottle. Whiskey wasn't his drink of choice but whatever. It was what his mother drank and as long as he didn't have to buy it he would drink anything. Usually whenever his mother managed to clean herself up and drag herself out of the house, he would spend the evening with his younger sister. But since she was sleeping over with a friend, Noah was left to his own devices. And the house was quiet. Too quiet. It gave him too much time and space to think. Thinking was absolutely not something he wanted to be doing right now. So he broke into his mothers booze stash and proceeded to get positively foxed. Mission accomplished.

Bored beyond belief, he got out his cell phone and scrolled through his contacts to see who would be free to come and join his party. He never really liked to drink alone, drinking alone while trying not to think was even worse. Artie...No. Even if we have been getting along better Artie isn't really someone I want to shoot the shit with. Brittany...now that could be fun. And maybe they could do things other than drinking to take his mind off of his issues. Nah. He would probably have to put up with Santana and what the fuck. She was one of the reasons he was drinking in the first place. Finn...Yeah. Right. He was in the same category as Santana and Quinn. And Berry. And Hummel. And just about everyone else in glee. Mercedes? No way. He might accidentally spill some secret and before he knew it the whole school would know. That's exactly what happened with the baby thing. And even though that's what he wanted to happen, it doesn't negate the fact that the girl can't hold water. Mike...no. Matt...no. Karofsky...Azimio...not just no, HELL no. He didn't really want a cougar or a Cheerio. Brittany he was willing to put up with but that was only because she was also ND. And isn't that just pathetic? He couldn't even hang out with his old friends anymore. New Directions and the problems they often caused each other were taking over his life. Shit. This whole not thinking thing was just not working. Isn't there anyone he could call?

He once again scrolled through the names before stopping on one he had missed the first go round, Emrys. He had probably skipped the name for the simple fact that he wasn't in Lima. Hell he wasn't even in the United States. But do I really need someone to drink with right now? Or do I need someone I can talk to? Not thinking isn't working so I might as well get it out. Without thinking it through, he selected the number and waited for someone to answer.

"If you are not fucking dead then you had better have a good reason for waking me up," a much missed voice growled at him.

"Emrys..." Noah slurred back. He heard some fumbling in the background and figured Harry was about to hang up on him. To his surprise that wasn't the case.

"Noah? What is it? Is something wrong? More importantly do you know what fucking time it is?" Harry's pissed off but somehow still concerned voice filtered into his ear.

Noah squinted at the time on his alarm clock before answering, "It's only eleven."

"It's only eleven in Ohio asshole. It's four in the fucking morning here in London. Wait. Have you been drinking?"

"Maaayybe."

"Okay. I can see this isn't going to be a pleasant call. Hold on a minute."

"Where are you going?"

"First I'm going to put some clothes on. Then I'm going to the kitchen. If you want to keep me on the phone I suggest you shut up until I have at least put on the coffee."

Noah heard more fumbling, some cursing and the sound of someone banging into something. He waited patiently for Harry to come back on the line so he could apologize and hang up. What had he been thinking? Was he crazy? This is why he shouldn't drink. Not only did he knock up innocent cheerios, now he 'drunk dialed' people as well. He heard more movement then Harry was back on the phone.

"Okay Noah. Spill."

"Coffee made? That was fast."

"No but I at least started it, and yeah. I can smell it now so I'm ready to hear you out."

"You know you are surprisingly alert for someone that hates to wake up early."

"That comes from living in a war zone kid. Hell it comes from just living with the Dursley's. I can wake up at the drop of a hat, up and ready to take on the world. Doesn't mean I'm happy about it," Harry pointed out. "Now stop stalling and spill your guts. No way am I letting you get away with waking me up and have nothing to show for it."

"Maybe I just called to catch up with you. Why does there have to be some issue?"

"One, because your drunk. Two, just let me reiterate, four in the fucking morning. Ah, the coffee's done. Just give me one minute and then I'm all yours."

"You know? You're right. It was very inconsiderate of me to call you so early. Just go back to sleep and I'll..."

"Whose number are you calling me from?" Harry interrupted.

"What?"

"Whose number are you calling me from? This isn't the number I have in my phone for you."

"You don't have my number?" Noah asked unexpectedly hurt. He knew they hadn't talked in a while but he didn't think it was long enough for Harry to get rid of his number.

"I have a number for you. It's just not this one."

"Then how did you know it was me?" There was silence on the other end before Harry spoke again in a soft voice, "You're the only one who calls me Emrys."

"I..."

"Alpha, just talk to me. No matter what it is, I will do my best to help you."

It was the nickname that made him stop fighting it. He thought back to when they had decided on the names, Emrys and Alpha. Harry had taught him a lot about the wizarding world, sharing everything he could think of. One of the things he shared was the fact that Merlin was indeed a real person and not a myth. Noah then proceeded to find everything he could on Merlin discovering his two names Merlin Ambrosius and Myrddin Emrys. Noah hated the name Ambrosius with a fiery passion that was really quite unreasonable, so instead went with the less common Myrddin Emrys. Once Harry told him about the prophecy he was under to defeat the big bad, Noah started calling him Emrys. Noah wanted Harry to know that his death would not be accepted. And since Noah had given him a name, Harry wanted to give Noah one too. Thus, Noah became Alpha because as Harry put it, "No matter what we do you always seem to take over like you're the leader of the pack." Hearing that name now was the final snap to his self control. As Harry had ordered previously, he spilled. He spilled everything.

He told Harry about his mother's drinking problem. How if she was sober more than five hours a day (not including sleep) it was a fucking miracle. He told him about his pool cleaning business and how despite what he led everyone to believe he didn't enjoy sleeping with the cougars. There was a word for what he was doing and as ugly as it was he used it now, prostitution. He explained how it started (Sarah needed to eat and his mother didn't seem to care) and why it continued (once he began making sure his sister had everything she needed his mother seemed stop trying all together). He told him about Santana and how much he loved her and how he just couldn't figure out where that went wrong. He told him about the teenager he had become and the man he was becoming. The bullying, the sex, the drinking, his poor performance in school, all that he had shielded him from before was now suddenly laid bare. It was as if once the floodgates opened they wouldn't close until he had given it all. And finally, finally he told him about Finn, Quinn and Beth and for the first time ever, told someone the truth of what drove him to sleep with her that night. Told him how fucked that whole situation turned out and the toll it took on what little self esteem he had left. How completely and utterly destroyed he was when he realized he wasn't going to be able to keep his little girl. He explained how he'd pushed it all to the back of his mind until it was too much. That these were the reasons he began drinking tonight. These were the reasons he called him because fuck it all he was tired of dealing alone.

By the time he had gotten it all out he was exhausted both mentally and physically. Tears were drying on his face and his voice was hoarse. He glanced at the clock and realized he had been talking for more than five hours with nary a pause. He was stunned to learn that somehow neither his nor Harry's cell phones had died during the telling. He waited for Harry to say something as he doubted he would be able to break the silence even if he wanted to.

"Well it seems you have had an awful time of it. Why is this the first time I'm hearing about any of this?"

"Well you had your own issues to deal with. You know the whole fighting for your life thing. I didn't want to distract you from your quest to continue breathing."

"Okay first of all, it should've been my choice on whether or not I wanted you to distract me. How do you think I feel knowing that someone I care so much for was/is struggling and I haven't even noticed? Second of all, why didn't I notice? I like to think I'm not as oblivious as I pretend to be."

"It's not that you are oblivious, it's that I worked really, really hard to keep it from you. I had to work harder to keep it from you than I did for people I see every day. I just...I just didn't want to burden you. In the interest of full disclosure a lot of my keeping this from you had to do with how you perceive me. I didn't want you to think less of me."

"Noah that's not possible. You're my best friend, my family not by blood but by choice which makes it even better. I will always think of you in the highest regard even when you fuck up." Harry sighed. "You sound tired so I want you to get some rest. I have some things that need taking care of so I'm going to do that while I think about all that you've told me. It's a lot to take in so I want to mull it over for a bit. Make no mistakes Noah. This is not over and we will talk of this again. For now though, just sleep."

"Okay. I am exhausted. Will you call me tomorrow?"

"I don't think so, no. Don't worry. You will hear from me soon. Just get some rest. And remember to drink lots of fluids. You're going to feel like shit when you wake up."

"All right, I'll talk to you soon."

"Yes. You will." There was silence between them for a moment before Harry spoke again. "I love you Alpha. I'm going to help you get through this."

"I love you too Emrys. Goodnight."

"Night." With that the conversation ended.

Three days later Harry and Teddy showed up on his doorstep in Lima. A week after that, Harry had a house, a car and was considering enrolling himself at McKinley.

(End Flashback)***

Yeah, he counted himself extremely lucky that the events of that night unfolded as they did. They had spent the entire summer together working on Noah's issues. First Noah decided what he wanted to be and if he wanted it enough to change. Once they had figured that out the rest was cake. It helped that Noah already had a working understanding of what he wanted and what he would have to do to get it. The buzzing of his phone broke him of his reverie and he looked to find he had an incoming text. It was pictures of Harry's schedule and he grinned when he realized they would share four classes including the first two of the day. Resolving to scoop Harry up and escort him to class (whether he wanted it or not) he began walking while sending a text back to see where he was. Not watching where he was going, he almost tripped over Artie.

"Hello Puck. Where are you heading? Isn't your English class back the other way?" Artie greeted him.

"Yeah. I've got time and I want to go pick up my friend from his locker. He's new and I don't want him to get lost."

"Wow, two new students? It must be a record."

"Yeah but this guy is way cooler than Evans. You'll probably meet him at lunch."

"What are you two losers talking about?" Both young men turned to see Santana and Brittany sashaying towards them, their short uniform skirts swaying and their pinkies linked together.

"Hi Artie. Santana was just telling me about bacon that comes from turkeys. Does that mean the turkey had a baby pig?" Brittany asked, abandoning Santana to sit on her boyfriends lap.

Santana rolled her eyes as Artie began explaining the concept of turkey bacon to his girlfriend before turning to Noah. "What were you two talking about?"

"Puck has a new friend who just transferred in."

"He's not a new friend; he's just new to Lima." Noah corrected. Just as he was about to continue he overheard two people talking as they passed by.

"...he was cornered at his locker. It was going to be glorious then out of no where this kid jumps in front of me and he got the slushy instead of the fag." Noah looked over to see that it was Karofsky talking to Azimio.

"Well who was it? We'll teach him a lesson. No one stands in our way."

"I don't know. He's new. He had an accent. British or Australian or some shit. He was girly too. So I just figured one fag was as good as the other," Karofsky sneered. "Later we'll let the new fairy boy know how things are run around here." He and Azimio fist bumped before parting.

Noah wasted no time in making excuses to his fellow gleeks and heading towards where he knew Hummel's locker to be. Once there he grabbed the first kid that passed and asked if he knew where Hummel was. He made his way to one of the girls bathrooms and opened the door just in time to hear Harry say, "If my brother knew that I saw one of his designs about to be destroyed and I did nothing he would kill me."

Noah chuckled because that was definitely the truth. Actually..."He would torture first. Then kill you." He looked into the bathroom to see Harry, Hummel, Aretha and Tina. Aretha shrieked something at him making him roll his eyes. He explained about what he heard Karofsky say, and of course Harry denied being girly, which if you asked him was such a fucking lie he barely responded to it. He was content to just stand there and smirk which he knew would irritate him. Tina asked him why he cared but was interrupted by Hummel asking about Harry's brother. He tuned them out until he heard Weezy mention Harry's clothes. He looked at his friend but didn't see anything wrong with what he was wearing, except for the slushy stains of course. Tina again tried to bring Noah into the conversation but was promptly ignored. He watched Harry steadily get annoyed with the Beyonce wannabe and waited for the inevitable smack down. And there it is. Huh. It wasn't as bad as it could've been. He shrugged. The day was just beginning after all. Tina's question was finally answered and Harry turned to tease him for being worried that he got slushied. He told him the real reason he came for him was to take him to class. At Harry's insistence he ran to the boys' locker and got his spare shirt for him. He came back just in time to hear Harry threaten Mercedes which, dude, was so weird. When Hummel started laughing he watched as Harry forgot all about Mercedes and turned to the princess. Well now. This is interesting.

He noticed the besotted look in Harry's eyes and grinned. While unexpected he couldn't foresee any situation where this little crush would cause a problem. When Harry stripped off his shirt he heard Hummel give a little a gasp. Not that he could blame him. Most guys in this school wouldn't dare take off as much as a hat in front of Hummel in fear of the gay kid perving on their ears or something. Sugar hips? Really? Stifling his laughter he interrupted Harry's little show to remind him they had to get to class.

"But..." Harry started to protest. Already knowing what he was about to say, Noah told him that Kurt was in the same class as them and they would all walk together. He then turned to Kurt. "That okay with you?"

Not that Kurt had any say in the matter. Before he could say anything Mercedes was already answering. "Aw hell naw, my boy ain't going no where with you. Not by himself. How do I know you and four eyes over here ain't just trying to get him alone so you can do some damage?"

Harry whirled around so fast Noah got whiplash just watching him. From the look on his face he could tell that he was well and truly fed up with Aretha's attitude. Let the smack down commence, Noah thought gleefully. Then he sighed when Hummel opened his mouth. Damn.

"It's fine Mercedes. Puck's right. We do have the same class though I have yet to figure out just how Puck made it into A.P. English, and we are all late already. You and Tina just go to your classes and I will see you next period. Let's go boys." He turned and strutted out of the bathroom. Noah turned to see if Harry was ready only to find his eyes glued to Hummel's ass. Was that drool? He snickered at the love struck teen before guiding him through the door lest he run into the doorjamb. It's not like he was looking where he was going since apparently he had better things to watch.

"Yo princess, do you think you could slow down a little bit? Harry here is having a hard time keeping up."

Hummel turned around to see what was holding them up and noticed instantly where Harry's eyes were focused. "What are you looking at?" he demanded.

"Your ass." Harry answered bluntly. It was the fastest he had ever seen Hummel change colors. "Is that a problem?" Harry continued.

"Yes it's a problem. Stop looking at my...ass."

"If you didn't want anyone to look at it then you shouldn't have it so prominently on display. You're just begging for someone to come along and take a bite out of it." And yeah, he didn't think it was possible but Hummel got even redder.

"It is not prominently on display. And even if it is that does not mean I want someone to take a bite out of it," Hummel hissed.

Noah sighed before getting both of their attentions. They had stopped walking as soon as the argument began and they really were getting to be late. He knew that if he left it up to Harry they would argue about Hummel's ass all day. Not something he wanted to be apart of. "Listen, princess, we have to get to..."

"Did you just call him princess? You do know he is a boy right?"

"Of course I know he's a boy. I have known him for the past twelve years of my life. It would be pretty hard to miss."

"Then why are you calling him princess? If anything it should be prince or something. Actually no, you can't call him that either."

"Why not?"

"Because I've decided to call him Prince Buttercup and we can't call him the same name. You also can't use princess because that's what you call Sarah and you know the rule, one person per name."

"Excuse me, but what exactly is wrong with you calling me by my name? I happen to like Kurt. It's a good strong name. It suits me."

"Because that's boring." Harry answered him. "Besides we give names to all the people that are our friends. Or rather that will become our friends."

"How about I go with your theme and call him 'Your Highness'? That or 'Duchess'."

"I don't know. They are both pretty good. What do you think Buttercup?"

"I think I like Kurt."

"Duchess it is."

"Kurt. Say it with me now Kurt. K-U-R-T. One syllable, four letters. It's not hard at all." Noah and Harry just stared at him before turning back to each other.

"So what class are we heading to?" Harry asked. He hadn't really looked at his schedule before his was distracted by his darling.

"English with Mr. Winters."

"Hold it. We are not changing the subject until I am satisfied with its conclusion."

"Fine, fine. What's the problem Duchess?"

"That! That right there. My name is Kurt. And since when do you want to be friends Puck?"

"This again. Really Buttercup we aren't changing our minds. Accept it and move on. We only give people names when we like them. And Noah has always wanted to be your friend." Hummel snorted and made to interrupt but Harry just spoke over him. "We really should be getting to class. I don't fancy missing my first class on my first day."

Noah could tell that Hummel didn't want to drop the issue but for some reason did anyway. Instead he asked, "I guess you want me to believe you two have names as well?"

"Of course we do. I'm Emrys and he's Alpha," Harry replied pointing to himself and Noah respectively.

Hummel eyed them for a few moments before nodding his head. "Okay, I can see the whole leader of the pack, top dog thing...but are you trying tell me that your some kind of immortal wizard?"

Harry and Noah froze before slowly turning to fully face him. They then looked at each and a thousand thoughts seem to pass between them.

He's the only one to ever get it on the first try.

Does he really understand?

Probably not but that was a pretty good guess.

He's smart.

I want to keep him.

We should keep him.

Harry suddenly beamed before grabbing Hummel's hand and twining their fingers together. "When we get married, I think you should be the one to wear white."

Wow. This turned out waaaaayyyyy longer than I expected it to. I blame the flashback which was for all you people that asked how Harry came to be in Lima. Well there you go. He came because Noah needed him. For those of you still wondering how they met, that will come later in the story and will be revealed in bits and pieces. I hope I didn't disappoint you guys too much. I got a number of reviews that talked about how funny the last chapter was and I know this one had more angst than humor and the humor it did have wasn't all that funny. I think I like writing from Harry's pov better but I need the readers to be able to see Noah's side of things. What to do, what to do... Well any who. I am asking for song suggestions for when Harry auditions for glee and for the rest of the story. I will not guarantee I will use them but if I like them then I may try to sneak them in there. Please leave them in a review and I would once again like to thank those of you that have reviewed, alerted or favorited this story. I honestly never expected to get such an overwhelming response. Thank You J Well that is all.

Peace out Bitches

Ash