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
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There are rumours going around Dalton that David and his long time girlfriend had broken up. Harry had been one of the last to know, having heard from Kurt in his last thing on a Friday French lesson. Nobody quite knew why they had separated (there were rumours of Katherine cheating on him, David wanting to go out with someone else and also a extremely popular explanation involving Cuban drug dealers, circus performers from Russia and a pair of lime green brogues) but everyone could see that the most David was was a little confused about the situation.
Harry had frozen for a second when Kurt had told him, his typical gossiping expression fixed to his face. Kurt did not give his silence a second thought, instead carrying on his speculation on why their friend was no longer in a relationship. Kurt thought that Katherine had broken up with David because he got a C in his last English exam and Katherine was an 'insane bitch' and did not believe that anyone who got less than a B+ exams and projects were worth her time. Apparently, she never got anything below an A in any exam, project or random pop quiz. She also apparently did this whilst maintaining her spot as Editor of her school paper, being Captain of her Field Hockey team and taking on a number of other outstanding extracurricular activities that would make her application to Harvard (David's dream College) look even more interesting and spectacular. She also seemed to have 'gorgeous' eyes, 'amazing' hair and skin that Kurt 'would exchange his Armani blazer for if he could'.
These facts would have normally made Harry extremely jealous or extremely depressed. And sure, his heart did sink a little when he found out David's type was blonde, female and perfect but whatever. He mostly just felt vindictively pleased. David was not going out with anyone anymore. You may be perfect, you little bitch, but you are not David's girlfriend anymore. A grim smile chased its way on to his lips.
Kurt looked confused but Harry distracted him with a question on how to translate a sentence in the text in front of them. Harry relaxed into the conversation as Kurt began to talk about the assignment. He could work with this.
He could bide his time and now, without the actual heterosexual girlfriend to hold tight in the night and kiss David would realise his latent gayness and Him and Harry would fall madly in love!
Harry laughed quietly to himself.
Yeah, that would be the day, he thought.
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Gabrielle grinned at Matthias as he held her hands from across their table. The room was so lovely and intimate, only lit by beautiful candle light and the shine of her handsome boyfriend's blue eyes. She knew she had been smiling non-stop since her Mattie had asked her out on a date, but she just could not stop.
She had to share this joy, had to pass it along. Let her smiles spread like an infectious disease.
Her mind flew to Harry. Her sister was happily married, her friends were all in good relationships but Harry had no-one to love.
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"So, is Physics the only lesson you need help in?" asked Blaine, sliding down next to Harry in the library. He took in the spread of books across the table; there were four open textbooks on the table, all of them open on pages for Math. Not one of them showing stuff he understood. Harry seemed to be ahead of him on that subject. But Blaine knew he was suffering in some subject Blaine could help him with! There had to be at least one!
His hopes fluttered into full bloom when Harry turned to him and said, "No, I'm having some trouble in English and History as well,"
He laughed, and Blaine's insides melted to goo and the sound and at the sight of the other boy's lips turned into such a happy grin. True, they were thinner than other pairs of lips – but he only really thought that because he had lips like Kurt's for comparison. And his lips were ridiculous, pouty, pretty, pink things.
And Harry did have lovely eyes.
They sparkled with little fireworks of green.
Blaine could feel himself melting into a puddle of love of Harry Potter's eyes.
"I'm quite good at English," He offered, knowing his voice was full of the besotted mass of love he felt of the boy he was talking too. "I could help you with that. I'm an alright teacher."
"Really?" said Harry, his voice full of hope. He was grinning and his eyes were full of light.
That has to be a sign, Blaise thought, he must like me back!
He slid down onto the seat next to Harry, pulling out a book from under him that he did not realise he sat on with a wince. He leaned in to Harry's space, smiling, "Do you want to start now?"
Harry nodded, leaning back in his chair and stretching his arms over his head and yawning, "Yeah, just let me finish these problems and we can start."
His fountain pen flew over the page, producing a surprisingly graceful script, that although did look a bit like a spiky, messy scrawl, reminded Blaine of calligraphy a little. Still though, it was only his history with David and his messy, in-training-to-be-a-doctor handwriting that let him recognise the algebraic signs and symbols. He watched as the scrawl scribbled across the page in long blocks and clouds of workings out, faster than Blaine could follow, let alone work out himself.
Harry had finished the questions before Blaine could catch up and he smiled at Blaine, "Just a little homework." He said.
Blaise felt his insides squirm and wriggle with pleasure at the sight of Harry's intelligence. His cheeks were heating up an unfortunate red as Harry continued to smile at him.
"Okay," he said, busying himself with his bag and pulling out his English notes and the book that all of the classes in Blaine and Harry's grade had to read. It was 'Romeo and Juliet' by the glorious and brilliant William Shakespeare. Like with all romances, Blaine adored it. He did not consider himself very good at romance, but that did not mean he was not very learned at it.
They busied themselves with dissecting the foreign language Shakespearean English, Blaise making snide comments Harry's origins as an Englishmen but blushing furiously afterwards all the while. Harry insulted him in Latin for that – the lessons in spell making in which Latin was vital he had had Dumbledore teach him in becoming suddenly a lot more useful than just for killing evil, murderous Dark lords. They were laughing by dinner time, although that suddenly stopped when Kurt appeared overhead. His face was pale and there was a strained sort of smile pasted across his face.
"Oh there you are Blaine!" he said, gripping a library book on female influences on film so tightly his knuckles were turning white. "I was just wondering if you were at dinner!"
Harry began to sweep up all of his books, he shoved his papers into their binders and picked up his handful of fountain pens, ink cartridges and extra nibs and shoved them in his pockets. He made sure that the lids were all firmly in their place. He knew that they could leak all over his pockets and the last time that happened he had not been able to get the blue ink out of his underwear for three washes and even a scourgify.
He knew about Kurt's crush on Blaine, because, well, who did not? Being caught in between the two of them whilst Blaine was being a completely oblivious douche bag and Kurt was being an overeager school girl. He swung his bag onto his shoulder and shot up out of his seat.
"Well, I said I'd meet Nick in the Cafeteria five minutes ago, so I'll see you guys later!" he said quickly.
Blaine shot up afterwards, gathered his folders into his arms. Pages stuck out of the edges of the folders and his school issued copy of 'Romeo and Juliet' threatened to slide off of the top of his precarious stack of notes.
"Here, we'll come with you!" chirped Blaine.
Kurt's hand reached out and snagged 'Romeo and Juliet' as if fell to the floor. He was not holding the book on female influences on film culture any more. Obviously, Harry thought wryly, it was not worth a read.
"I'm sure he doesn't want us tagging along!" Kurt said tightly, his voice layered with false cheer.
"I'm sure Harry doesn't mind!"
"Nick might!"
"I know Nick better than you do, Kurt, he really won't!"
"But-"
"And I'm really hungry, aren't you, Harry?"
The two of them followed Harry out of the library as he speed towards the Cafeteria. Well, Blaine followed Harry and Kurt followed Blaine. They, as well as their bickering stopped when Harry halted harshly.
He could not believe it. This could not be...
Harry stared in disbelief, his heart beating like a hummingbird under his chest, heat rushing to his cheek and his eyes widening as far as they could go.
Before him stood a slim, dark skinned boy. The long, limber lines of his body were as familiar to Harry as his own, even if he had never seen them in anything other than wizarding robes before. His hair was still in the modern, edgy style that Harry had loved on him, shorn on the sides and a long wavy dark brown on top. When he turned Harry could see the deep, lovely dark brown of his eyes as well. They were just as he remembered them. In his mind visions of those eyes flashed across his mind: narrowed in derision, glowing with anger, crinkled in happiness, closed in sadness... and wide with ecstasy.
"'Blaise?"
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David never felt the need to be brave.
He never needed too. He was the sort of person who worked hard to get the things he wanted and, if that did not work, he arranged things and people to achieve what he could not get the first way. He had never been put in the position where he needed to steel his feelings, put himself on the line and reach for something he wanted.
But he was going to do that now.
He strode down the hallways of the school, enjoying the rhythmic tapping of his shoes on the wooden floor. It was, not hypnotic, but lulling. It calmed him. He had the feeling that the calming cadence of his steps was the only thing making him able to do this.
He was going to confess his feelings to Harry.
David had never really considered that he would be gay. A homosexual to put a name to it. Although he had absentmindedly admired males just as much as he had females since the beginning of puberty when attraction had just set in he had never felt the need to act on it. He had only ever dated girls, or women.
Even then he had never actively chased them. His past girlfriends, Casey and Louisa, had chased him pretty viciously to get him into a relationship and his relationship with Katherine had been more of a business arrangement. They had just been to perfectly match to pass over. But with Harry it was... different.
Whenever he saw him, talked to him or even thought about him things got confused. His heart raced and took over his head. He did not think about how Harry could better his future or how well they complimented each other. He only thought about how happy Harry would make him and how happy he would make Harry.
The tempo of his footsteps sped up with the beat of his heart. He had heard Harry was in the library, studying with Blaine, he hoped that meant Blaine did not like Harry because he was pretty sure Harry liked him and, if he had anything to do with him, Harry would not be leaving his side.
Plus Kurt would kill Harry id he even thought about touching Blaine. As 'endearing' as David thought him to be, he could be wicked scary and he could also kick above his head with shocking ease. He would fear for his life if he got between Kurt and his prize.
David grinned. He spun around the last corner to the library and stopped in his tracks. His grin faded. Harry was staring with his wide, green eyes at a boy. He was one of the boys David would have casually glanced over if he had seen him in the mall. He was tall and slim. His skin was a brown similar to David's own and his eyes were a deep brown.
David saw all of this and he saw the blush on Harry's cheeks, the familiarity in both of their gazes, the way Harry's tongue darted out to lick his lips.
"Blaise?" Harry asked, his voice full of shock and a hope that was painful to David.
"Harry?" asked Blaise back.
They obviously definitely knew each other.
They walked towards each other and, in the middle of the hallway, busy with people like Blaine and Kurt who would no doubt have this entire story spread across the school by tomorrow afternoon, embraced like the appearance of the other person in their lives had just set their world back to rightness.
David jolted around to face the other direction and strode of to his room. He did not want to see this. He wanted to be alone and forget this whole idea of confessing his feelings and his hope of Harry's lips and hands on his. He should have known he would never have been able to win someone as special as Harry.
NO FRENCH THIS TIME! thank the lord.
but the introduction of a new character, one, i must admit, that has been planned to go in since the inception of this story. and, i swear to jesus, i do make good use of him in later chapters. the music element of glee finally comes into play in the later chapters with some nice Lady Gaga. you should know though, that i wrote that section of the story in the middle of the night whilst round my friend's house and later sleep deprived at a history trip. :)
You may think it to soon to bring in a new character with all of the Jeff stuff going on and all of David's newly certified 'feelings' but he's actually a catalyst for a lot of development on both sides.
oh, and for that one reviewer who mentioned Jeff's cruch on Harry, he doesn't have one. in this story at least he is a bonafide heterosexual. rare i know, but true. he just liked Harry in a bro-tastic, just friends kind of way.