Blaine waited by Harry's locker the next day before school but the first bell rang and still Harry had not appeared. Reluctantly Blaine headed to class and was beginning to think his friend wouldn't show but just as the final bell rang Harry slipped through the door and into his usual seat next to Blaine. Blaine turned to talk to him but before he could utter a word the teacher started explaining their assignment. For the first time since started the class Harry seemed entirely focused on what the teacher had to say.

Luck was on Blaine's side however because the teacher promptly split them into pairs to work on their assignment. Harry smiled at him but Blaine didn't miss the way his eyes anxiously scanned the room as if hoping for a different partner.

"So Romeo and Juliet," Harry said in a jovial tone that did not fool Blaine for a minute.

"Really? So we're just not gonna talk about it? Is that the plan?" Blaine demanded unable to keep the annoyance out of his voice. Harry flushed and shifted uncomfortably.

"Look Blaine I'm sorry I just. . .I dunno." Harry trailed off and Blaine almost let it go just because of how sad the other boy looked but he was annoyed and really felt he deserved some answers.

"Harry, normally I wouldn't push but I've told you EVERYTHING about me. You're my closest friend at this school and I realized yesterday I know almost nothing about you. Friends share Harry we're friends right?" Harry looked abashed but didn't speak for several moments before suddenly nodding.

"You're right. I've been unfair to you. You're my best friend Blaine and you deserve some answers. I can't. . . tell you everything. It's complicated and I can't explain why but I'll tell you what I can. Wanna skip next period? We'll get coffee."


Harry sat across from Blaine fidgeting with his napkin. He was trying to gather his thoughts enough to give a magic free explanation of at least some of his life. He was lucky in that before coming to the US Kingsley had explained to muggle version of the Wizarding War to Harry.

"So I guess I'll start from the beginning yeah?" Harry asked Blaine just nodded and waived his hand for Harry to continue.

"When I was a baby my home was blown up by a terrorist group. My parents were killed but I was lucky enough to survive." Blaine gasped but Harry waived him away not wanting to pause for condolences. "After that I lived with my aunt and uncle until I was 11. At that time I was invited to attend a very exclusive private school.

The school catered mostly to old families who had been attending there for generations. They accepted a few especially gifted students each year but it was mostly only for students whose parents had attended. Both my mother and father had been students there. My father's family had attended Hogwarts (That's the name of the school) for generations and my mother was one of those special students who were first generation.

My aunt was my mother's sister and had always been very jealous that Lily had been invited to attend and she had not. In fact until I got my letter I never even knew the school existed. They tried to keep me from attending but my parents had left a trust for me to pay for all my school supplies and tuition." Harry paused running his hand through his hair and glancing at Blaine. So far he appeared only interested and was listening attentively.

"The first time I stepped on the train I met Ron. We rode in the same compartment and were fast friends. That's also the day I met Hermione. I'd actually met Draco a few days before but this was the first time I learned his name. Draco made a bad impression; he was a right little prat. He comes from nobility as do I but Ron didn't so when he saw me hanging about with Ron he said some very insulting things and then offered to help me avoid the wrong sort. You can imagine how I felt about that."

"Wait when you say you come from nobility?" Blaine asked eying him thoughtfully. Harry blushed and wished he hadn't mentioned that.

"Err. . . Yeah technically I'm Lord Potter-Black. But it's not a big deal." Blaine smirked at him.

"That's like your catchphrase Harry. You could save the whole world and insist it wasn't a big deal." Harry winced. If only Blaine knew.

"Well its not and even if I did one person can't save the world Blaine! It would take lots of people working together no one person should get the credit." Blaine gave him an odd look so Harry decided to hurry on with his story.

"Anyway, that first year I became great friends with Ron and Hermione and worst enemies with Draco. Ron has a lot of siblings, two of whom were identical twins Fred and George. The twins were two years ahead of us at school and notorious pranksters. Over the years my friendship with Ron spilled over into a close relationship with most of the Weasley family and in my Fourth Year George approached me."

"So you were what fourteen?" Blaine asked curiously.

"Exactly and the twins were sixteen almost seventeen. That was an insane year for me, there was this contest and Ron and I got in a nasty fight and weren't talking. It was rough but Fred and George stuck by me. Hermione was stuck mediating between Ron and I so for the first time in my school career I found myself without my friends company. Fred and George kind of filled the gap and we ended up hanging out a lot. One night we'd been up studying or rather I'd been studying and the twins were working on their next prank, when George kissed me.

It was my first kiss and it was . . . magical." Harry paused smiling wistfully at the memory. George's nervous face so close to his, the soft whisper of lips and a sudden clear understanding of why girls didn't make sense.

"Anyway after that we were together. Really all three of us kind of were. I know that probably sounds kinda weird but Fred and George were almost like one person sometimes. They could finish each others sentences and used to joke that the only thing about them that was different was that Fred was mostly straight while George was mostly gay. They called it twin spill over. I was with George but Fred was always there and once or twice Fred would kiss me hello or goodbye and none of us minded.

We were together that whole year and over the summer George was the only person to write me regularly. We exchanged letters twice a week until I came to stay with his family for the last few weeks of summer. We were together for the first time that summer and despite all the other stuff that was going on in my life I was really very happy."

Harry sighed and for a moment was lost in memories. It had been so conflicting; the world had thought him insane. Dementor's had attacked him and somewhere Voldemort had been waiting but Harry had been so in love he still felt like nothing could touch him.

Blaine cleared his throat and Harry flushed.

"You don't have to tell me anymore if you don't want to Harry, I can tell this is painful for you." Blaine said softly he was looking guilty. This made Harry feel bad, Blaine had confided all the details of his relationship with Kurt and Harry felt it was only fair to do the same with George.

"No it's okay; I probably need to talk it out anyhow. Closure and all that you know." He cast Blaine a quick grin and dove back into his story. "Things were really bad that year we had this dreadful teacher whose life mission seemed to be to make our lives miserable. It became impossible to really spend time together and Fred and George launched a kind of war against her. They decided to leave school; they were adults legally and had the start up money to open their joke shop. I honestly think they only came at all so George and I could be together but Umbridge had made that impossible anyway.

George felt. . .George felt like it was a good idea for us to break up. I don't know if you've heard about the terrorist attacks that were going on during that time but people were scared. George was worried that he'd taken advantage of my youth by going out with me when I was fourteen but I disagreed. He was insistent however that I should take the time apart to date other people. Ultimately I agreed because I knew that being with George put him in danger and I didn't want that."

"What do you mean it put him in danger?" Blaine asked confused. Harry glanced at him in surprise. In his rush to tell the story he'd momentarily forgotten that Blaine had no idea who he really was.

"Well this is where things get complicated because I can't tell you everything and I can't tell you why I can't tell you everything. You remember I said my parents were killed by terrorists. Well they had intended to kill me as well but as you know I survived. Around this time the man running the terrorist group had started to come out of hiding. I can't go into details but he wanted me dead. I knew he wasn't above killing innocent people to get to me so dating George put him at huge risk.

We broke up and George started his shop with Fred. I saw them once or twice that summer but they were pretty busy. I returned to school but the terrorists were getting more dangerous and more active. At the end of that year they broke into the school and ended up murdering the headmaster. Things got very ugly after that.

Because they were after me specifically I decided to run. They knew where I lived and had put a price on my head. Ron and Hermione joined me unwilling to let me face it alone." Harry paused and took a long gulp of his now cold coffee. Blaine didn't speak but his face was intense and Harry knew it was a lot to take in. "We spent a year almost running. Moving from place to place it was during that time that we found out how good I was at music. We just didn't have much else to do. A few months in we ran into Draco. His father was actually heavily involved with the terrorists but Draco had refused to join up. They put a price on his head."

"But I thought you said it was his dad?" Blaine asked shocked. Harry gave him a wry smile.

"Lucius believed in the cause. When Draco refused to join he was disowned. Anyway we couldn't leave Draco to fend for himself. Even though we kind of hated him we let him travel with us. The stress was overwhelming and we fought constantly until one day he had me pushed against a wall and I was struggling to get away and looking in his eyes and things . . . changed" Harry flushed still remembering the punishing kiss and rough desperate hands and need such desperate and overpowering need to forget if only for a moment.

"After that we fought for a different reason. I know it sounds bad Blaine but I wasn't using Draco. We were more using each other. It was a crazy scary time and it just . . . happened." Harry couldn't look at Blaine. He was a little ashamed of the thing with Draco never having been the type for casual sex. He couldn't stand to see the judgment in his friends face.

"Harry, you didn't do anything wrong. I'm the last person to judge you at least you were single. I had sex with a guy I barely knew and cheated on my boyfriend. Trust me I don't blame you." Harry felt relief rush through him and smiled at his friend.

"Thanks." He paused to drink more coffee but Blaine apparently couldn't wait.

"So what happened? Are you still running is that why you're here?"

"Oh no, umm he over reached. They bombed my school. Their leader was caught in the crossfire and killed but so were a lot of others. Fred died, so did Remus Lupin and his wife. I'm their son's godfather he's living with his grandmother back in England but I will probably take custody when she passes. It was horrible.

With Fred gone George and I both needed time. It was wrong being around each other without Fred. I thought George just needed time and figured we'd try after I graduated but now I guess that's not happening." Harry sighed putting his head down on the table. Blaine reached over and ruffled his hair.

"Thank you for trusting me Harry."


It had been three days since Harry had told Blaine his life story and Blaine was still trying to process it all. Blaine knew Harry had left large gaps in the information he'd been given but didn't mind. What Harry had told him was enough to blow his mind. He couldn't imagine having to go into hiding for a year or losing so many people. Blaine found his attraction to Harry growing after learning how much he'd been through but with Christmas drawing so near it was easy to smother.

Kurt would be back soon and they could be together. Kurt had already texted him about being accepted into NYADA and Blaine was thrilled for him. If Blaine worked hard he was sure he could attend as well and they'd be together again. Glee had gathered outside on the last day before break to sing a few final farewells. Harry had been convinced to sing a duet with Mr. Schuster and Blaine settled in to watch.

(I'm not including lyrics because someone said they might pull my story if I do. I don't know if that's true but why risk it. The duet is Joseph, Better you than me by the killers. Youtube it. It is my very favorite Christmas song and its one I think Harry would relate too.)

Watching Harry perform was magical to Blaine. The way his fingers danced over the keys of the piano with ease. His voice always soft but still powerfully moving, he sang his parts with passion and now that Blaine knew his past he could understand the sorrow Harry always seemed to convey. He was so enraptured by what he was seeing he didn't even notice the others who were approaching them. It was only when Harry suddenly slammed the piano closed and gasped "George" that Blaine realized someone was there.

George was a red head which was not surprising as he was Ron's older brother. He was shorter than his younger brother however and his build was stockier. Ron had been tall and thin. George while still much taller than Harry would have been considered a short man. He was handsome but in Blaine's opinion not nearly handsome enough to warrant Harry's attention.

Blaine glanced at his friend, Harry was staring at George wide eyed as if he couldn't quite believe he was there. As Blaine watched George moved toward him with his hand outstretched. His expression was pleading and almost heartbreaking it showed so much regret.

"Harry, can we talk?" Rather than taking his hand Harry stood and moved away from the piano crossing his arms over his chest defensively. Blaine moved to his side and put a hand on his shoulder sending a glare at George.

"I don't see what we have to talk about." Harry said softly and Blaine could have cried at the pain he heard there.

"Please I'm sorry you had to find out that way. Ron's a prat I wanted to tell you myself. I swear I can explain." George pleaded taking a step closer.

"You don't owe me an explanation." Harry bit out even though Blaine completely disagreed. Of course he was owed an explanation!

"Yes Harry I do. Please just come with me. We'll go somewhere we can really talk. There are reasons I can't explain here." George put a strange emphasis on the word here, while gesturing at the Glee kids who were shamelessly watching the whole exchange. Whatever he was hinting at Harry seemed to understand because after a quick survey of the group he nodded his head and moved to follow George.

"Harry, are you sure you want to go? I can come too if you need me," Blaine offered tugging Harry on the sleeve of his jacket.

Harry shot him a brief smile before shaking his head.

"No I'll be fine. Besides you've got your own boy drama to deal with." Harry replied nodding his head at someone over Blaine's shoulder. Blaine turned and was surprised and thrilled to see Kurt and Rachel among the gathered group. He hadn't even realized they'd arrived. Kurt was watching their exchange with narrowed eyes but smiled when Blaine smiled at him.

"Oh Hey Rachel If you get home before me just tell Sirius I'm with George Weasley so he doesn't worry." Harry called behind him. Ripping his eyes from Kurt, Blaine turned back to his friend. Putting his hand on his shoulder and squeezing it one last time he said.

"Text or call if you need anything okay. I'll see you at New Years if not before."

His eyes followed Harry up and out of the quad before turning back to Kurt. He saw Rachel was already in the process of hurrying everyone else away. Within moments they were alone. Kurt looked wonderful, his hair was blowing softly in the wind and the cold had flushed his pale cheeks a healthy pink. Blaine smiled and moved forward to embrace him.

"Kurt I've missed you so much," he exclaimed as he hugged him close but Kurt didn't hug back and after a moment they separated.

"Blaine I'm glad you're doing well," Kurt's tone was polite and carefully measured making Blaine begin to worry.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, no that's not true. Blaine I can't get back together with you." Kurt said his voice already sounding rough with unshed tears. Blaine stumbled back feeling like he'd been punched in the gut.

"What? But I thought. . .at Thanksgiving you said we could talk about it."

"I did and I wanted to but . . . seeing you with Harry just now. I can't I just can't." Kurt said already turning to walk away. Blaine felt and ignored the hot tears that began to leak from his eyes.

"Harry? What does he even have to do with anything? I don't understand!"

"Don't lie to me Blaine! I saw the way you were looking at him! You didn't have eyes for anyone else. You didn't even see me until he pointed me out!"

"Harry's my friend Kurt. There's nothing else going on. I've been waiting for you because I LOVE you. Not Harry not anyone else YOU." Blaine couldn't help the anger that coursed through him. He'd made a mistake he knew that but it was unfair of Kurt to be angry just because he had a friend.

"You can't tell me you're not attracted to him! I saw it on your face Blaine," Kurt cried sounding just as upset as Blaine felt. Both were crying now even as they fought.

"So what? He's a handsome guy I can't deny it but I'm not interested in him because I'm IN LOVE with you."

"For how long Blaine? How long until you're sick of spending your nights alone while I'm in New York? How long until that attraction turns to something more?" Kurt demanded accusingly. Blaine screamed in frustration

"For Christ's sake Kurt! I made a mistake! I feel terrible and I would never do it again why can't you trust me?"

"Because I just can't. I thought I could but then I get here and see you checking out some other guy and I just can't ever trust you. I'm sorry Blaine but I have to go. We can't be together and that's all there is to say." And with that Kurt turned and hurried away. Blaine stood there, ignoring the snow that started to fall tears freezing on his cheeks. Unable to move or process what had just happened. It was over. Completely and utterly over.


Authors note: Wow long chapter. What did you think? Believable Kurt? I'm not sure review me and let me know I did my best to keep him in character. Poor sweet Blaine I felt really sad writing this.

George caught a lot of flack last chapter next chapter we'll get to hear his reasons and hopefully you'll be able to understand him a little better. What do you think Of Harry's life story. I hate to put it in only because they do it in every fic but it was necessary for Blaine's sake. Did I do a good job?

Review and tell me your thoughts. I love the responses I've been getting so far and I love all of you too!