A/N: Hello ev'rybody! I know it's been some time since I updated but school has been crazy. I mean, I have had to write a play. A play, people! It's completely different from everything I write normally!
Anyway, I've also been working on the multichaptered version of "Guidance Councilor" and have one chapter ready (along with the slightly altered, rewritten one-shot) but for some reason won't let me create a new story…
I hope you like this! The idea is during "Blame it on the Alcohol" and is… well, you know, AU from somewhere in the middle of the episode. Leave a review if you like it!
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The memory of Blaine kissing Rachel repeated in a loop on Kurt's mind as he stared at his bedroom ceiling numbly. To his right he could hear Finn shifting on his bed, trying to get comfortable. No surprise there, his ex-girlfriend had made out with a supposedly gay guy right in front of him. A gay guy his brother was interested in.
A choked laugh escaped his lips and tears began to well in his eyes.
"Dude, you okay?" Finn asked hesitantly from his bed as he sat up to look at Kurt.
"Wonderful," shocked Kurt. "Just trying to determine what's wrong with me. And don't call me dude, Finnegan."
"What do you mean what's wrong with you?" Finn frowned. There was nothing wrong with Kurt. If someone claimed something else they got an up and close introduction to Finn's fist and probably a bullet from Burt's riffle.
Kurt lifted his hands to his face when his tears began to spill. "You're joking, right?" Kurt asked in a tight voice. "The straight boy I had a crush on became my brother. The gay guy I had a crush on turned straight. My supposedly straight bully stole my first kiss and then threatened to kill me. There must be something wrong with me and I'm doomed to either get raped and beaten to death or live a long life, alone and virgin." Sobs began wracking his body and he turned to his left side before curling up, clutching one of his numerous pillows to his chest.
"Don't think like that!" Finn demanded as he got out of his bed and kneeled next to Kurt's. "You're the best brother a dude could ask for! I'm sure someone somewhere will love you in a, you know, romantic sense."
"Who, when and where?" Kurt's muffled voice asked. "Let me tell you who! Some old perverted man on South Pole two hundred years in the future!"
"C'mon Kurt, you know that's not true!" insisted Finn with complete belief in his statement. "You'll find your Prince Charming but Lima and Ohio aren't places Princes Charming usually hang out in. You're getting out of Lima anyway, aren't you? You're gonna move to New York where you can be yourself without the fear of a beating and I'm sure you'll find your Prince Charming someday."
During his speech Kurt had turned to face him and his face was blotchy from the crying if Finn saw right in the vague light from the street lamp outside. There was a steely glint in his eyes and his jaw was set determinedly.
"Thanks Finn," he said quietly as silent tears cascaded from his eyes. "You actually help me decide the course of my action from now on, on a direction I'd already been considering for a while but you made the final jab in that direction."
"What direction?"
"I'm giving up romantic love," answered Kurt who's voice broke a little at the end. At Finns scandalous look he elaborated: "At least until I'm in New York." A sigh of relief left Finn. "Just so you know, I'm going to get a lot more affectionate with family and friends. And a lot more bitchy too."
"It's okay dude," Finn smiled. "I love my little bro any way he is, no matter how bitchy he gets."
This brought a fresh set of tears to Kurt's eyes and Finn hugged him. Kurt's slender pianist fingers clutched his tee and pulled him just a little closer.
"Finn?" Kurt asked in a small voice. "Sleep with me? I don't want to be alone… I need to feel loved, even if it's just in the brotherly sense.
Finn hesitated for a second before agreeing and climbing to Kurt's bed. He gathered Kurt's lithe frame to his arms and Kurt snuggled to his chest. To his surprise, Finn didn't find it awkward at all and soon both boys were asleep.
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On Monday morning Kurt drove to Dalton's parking lot and was surprised to see many of his classmates standing there, like they're waiting something, or rather someone. When he got out of his car he headed over to Dean, his weekender flat mate.
"What's going on?" he asked as he approached the gossiping bunch of boys.
Dean turned to Kurt with a grin on his freckled face. "A new student! He's transferring from somewhere in Scotland and he's going to be in your year and our house!"
"Is it normal to have this many transfer students during the year?" Kurt cocked his head to the side slightly.
"Not really," Dean shrugged. "But there was this one year when we got three new students, the new kid, the newer kid and the newest kid. It was fun until it became confusing."
"I can believe that," snorted Kurt. "You really lack in imagination, don't you?"
"Hey!" Dean shouted in mock offence. "I wasn't even here yet!"
"I wasn't talking about you, dear, I was talking about Dalton as whole," Kurt said placatingly as he patted the younger (and shorter) boy's head.
Dean pouted. "Do you have to do that all the time?" he whined and his friends laughed around him.
"But of course!" Kurt smirked. "You're like my adorable, nerdy little brother, who I happen to have to share an apartment with during school weeks. You know I have an adorable, goofy big brother at home who I have to share a room with during weekends and while I'm too short to pat his head, I do call him sweetie all the time."
The freshmen around him laughed and a few of them playfully slapped Dean on his back.
"Anyway, I have to stop by our room before classes so I'll be going now," he said and bid them good bye as he made his way to the House. He reshouldered his duffle bag as he entered the not-exactly-homely entrance hall of his House and was trying to fish his keys from his pockets when he heard talking from the hallway on the second floor.
"-room mate will be… Kurt Hummel, I believe. He transferred here a little before Christmas so he should be able to help you get accustomed to everything here at Dalton, Mr. Potter," Mrs. Reese, the school secretary, was saying. "Boarding schools are, after all, quite different from normal schools."
"I've been to a boarding school before, ma'am," a rich, deep and British accented voice replied, "for the last six and a half years exactly. And let me tell you, Dalton will be no problem compared to Hogwarts. It was an old castle, you know, with it's secret tunnels and hidden rooms."
Kurt wasn't sure if the other boy was telling the truth or simply trying to impress the pretty secretary. Which ever it was, he pushed that thought out of his mind and climbed the rest of the stairs up to the second floor.
"Good morning Mrs. Reese," he nodded politely to the twenty-something woman before him and looked curiously at the boy standing next to her.
"Good morning Mr. Hummel," Mrs. Reese blinked at his outfit. "Where's your uniform?"
"The blazer's safe in the closet in my room and the rest of my uniform needed to be washed," explained Kurt as he patted his bag. "Plus, it says in the school rules that the students have to wear the uniform for classes, extra curricular activities and when they're representing the school. As I am not doing any of those after mentioned things I am allowed to dress like I normally would." Kurt smirked smugly and then shuddered. "I have no desire to forget there is life outside Dalton's walls like the rest of the student body seems content to do. Did you know most students wear their uniforms even during weekends and free time? Thank you but no thank you. The cut of the uniform doesn't even flatter me at all. Or anyone for that matter… And blazers aren't really my thing…"
Poor Mrs. Reese was completely flustered by Kurt's argument but the other boy was looking at Kurt with a slight, amused smirk gracing his face. Absently Kurt noticed how similar he and Blaine looked.
"We-well," stammered Mrs. Reese and blinked a few times. "I believe you're right Mr. Hummel."
"I'm always right," Kurt answered mock arrogantly and the other boy smiled more widely.
"At least this far you have been," agreed Mrs. Reese. "Anyway, this is Mr. Harry Potter from England and he is to be your roommate."
"Nice to meet you," Harry said charmingly and extended his hand which Kurt took with a smile of his own.
"Entchanté," was Kurt's swift reply.
"I'll leave you boys to it then. Mr. Potter, do you still have your schedule and everything else?" Mrs. Reese asked Harry who nodded. "Mr. Hummel, you're exempt from your classes today as your duty is to show Mr. Potter around. And remember, you will be representing the school," she said and bid them goodbye before she left.
The boys stood a moment awkwardly in the hallway until Kurt cleared his troath. "So… umm… welcome to Dalton, I guess."
"Thank you… So you're Kurt Hummel? Mrs. Reese said you transferred a little before Christmas, may I ask why?" Harry asked and they began to walk to their now shared room.
Kurt hesitated. On one hand he had just met Harry and didn't know him at all. What if the boy was a homophobe? Or a religious nut job? On the other hand, Harry seemed really open minded and friendly. And he looked like Blaine… with glasses of course… and a lightning scar on his forehead...
"The bullying in my school got really bad," he finally said cautiously. "I had met Blaine, an other junior here at Dalton, a few weeks before and he'd told me about the zero bullying tolerance policy here at Dalton. When it got to the point in which my life was threatened, my dad and step mom decide to transfer me here. What about you? Why did you transfer here?"
"Too many bad memories in England," answered Harry with a tight voice before a grin took over his face for the next part. "Decided I needed to get away. Threw a dart at a world map. It landed closest to the States. I threw an other dart at the map of USA. It landed on Ohio. The third dart hit Westerville. Then I did some research and found Dalton which was a huge relief. Going from boarding school in the middle of nowhere to going to a normal high school still in the middle of nowhere would have been a bit too big of a culture shock."
Kurt laughed a little disbelievingly. "You let a dart decide that you should come to the most boring place in the whole of United States of America? Why didn't you go to New York or LA or Seattle or Phoenix or Atlanta? Any other place would have been better, believe me." He opened their flat's door. "We normally leave our shoes here because that way we don't have to clean as often as other vice we would have to. That's Dean's room, he's a freshman. Nick sleeps there, he's a senior. Matt and Kim live there and they're sophomore. This is the common room and the kitchenette is behind that corner. Each room has it's own shower and toilet so there won't be incredibly long wait… well, you might have. I take a lot of time in the bathroom, I apologize in advance."
Harry laughed. "You can't take longer than four other boys who, half asleep mind you, get out of bed and into the shower in their turns. I was late more often than not because someone spilled their shampoo on the floor, didn't mop it up and someone else slipped on it."
"You had turns? And you were the last?" Kurt asked with disbelief as he once again opened a locked door, this time into their dorm room. "I don't believe I would have been able to stand it…" he said, thinking of how he had to share his bathroom with Finn who always squeezed the tooth paste tube wrong and didn't know how to clean up after shaving… Now multiply that with four… He shuddered with disgust.
"Yes and yes," answered Harry with an eye roll. "I don't need much time. I prefer to shower in the evenings so my morning routines are fairly simple."
"There is nothing simple in morning routines even without a shower! It takes me at least forty-five minutes to get ready without the shower! And that doesn't include dressing!" Kurt breathed half horrified half amused. When he realized what he'd just blurted out he blushed furiously.
"Aww," Harry crooned teasingly, "don't worry, I can sleep through anything. You could probably sing "Defying Gravity" on the top of your lungs in shower and I wouldn't wake up. And after that you could clink all your lotions and fru-fru potions all you want and I'd still sleep 'til my alarm went off. I really wouldn't care even if I was awake. Two of my room mates back in Hogwarts were gay for each other and as long as they put up the "Do not disturb" sign we were okay with them. And I guess I could ask you not to do anything on my bed… I promise I won't be doing anything on your either."
Embarrassed, Kurt lowered his head. "Am I really that obvious?"
"You, my friend, would be obvious among a hundred metrosexuals," Harry mock apologized to him. "But it's not a bad thing though. Well, maybe in a small place like this with predjuces running rampant but in the real world it's better to simply be yourself."
Kurt smiled thankfully. "You are the second person, other than my family, that it's okay for me to be myself."
"Who's the first?" asked Harry curiously and flopped to the bed that didn't have any linen.
"Blaine, the junior I told you about a bit earlier," Kurt answered and put his bag on the bed.
"Had a crush on him, didn't you?"
"Yes," Kurt agreed. "Then last weekend he went and kissed my brother's ex-girlfriend. Before that, everyone thought he was gay but now he's having the bi-sexual crisis normally in the beginning when you're figuring out your orientation."
"Huh…" was Harry's only comment.
"So my crush on him died an almost instant death, let me assure you," Kurt scoffed. "I can't pine after someone who isn't sure of who he is."
"You know, I had the same kind of problem too before I left England, expect with a girl, Ginny. She was my best mates little sister and the sweetest thing," Harry said with a fond smile. "Then one of her brothers died and she became really reckless and began to party. She lost the innocence I had liked about her. She never told her parents about the partying so it was like she was two different girls. She's still a friend but… I don't think I could ever see her in romantic light anymore though."
Kurt began changing to his uniform. "Well, I guess I should sow you around Dalton now. Do get ready."
"I am ready, just waiting for you," answered Harry with a grin.
"I meant that you should put your uniform on," was Kurt's dry answer.