Disclaimer: I really wish I owned Kurt, or at least something signed by Chris Colfer and Darren Criss, but I (sadly) don't.

A/N: This is a little longer than my average, but I like how it came out. :D

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Luna smiled sadly as she watered her new species of tree. It was a holly tree mixed with a Whomping Willow, its branches scraping against her ceiling, but she didn't mind. She had finished reading the book Harry had left her of his life. He had written on the first page (in a childish scrawl that showed his young age at the time of writing) that he didn't want to die someday and not have someone know what he was like, at least. It had taken her a week to read it, what with having to sort out his updated will with the Weasley's, the Ministry, and the goblins. The goblins had almost gone on a warpath when the Ministry tried to seize the Potter assets saying he was a war hero who would want the Ministry to benefit from it. It took several human employees of Gringotts to get them to calm down enough and a number of 'concerned customers' to get the Ministry to back off.

You wouldn't believe that he had given it to her in his will, rather than before, with how long it took to finish. It broke her heart to see how he thought of himself and those around him. He seemed so sad, just getting more depressed as he got older…

She was thinking of publishing it. Luna remembered what happened to Dumbledore, that horrid Skeeter woman being what she was, and she didn't want that to happen to Harry. He was much too sweet, and dearly beloved by his true friends.

Neville was still trying to move on from Harry's death. It had only been two weeks, but at least Luna had the thought that maybe he was happier away from the 'reminders of his failures,' if she quoted Harry. His grief wasn't made much better by benefiting from the will. Harry had given him his family's monetary assets, his family name, and a precious family heirloom. Neville had seen just how precious it was to Harry when they lived in the same dorm at Hogwarts. He'd cried when the goblins had handed it over.

The Whomping/holly tree hybrid reached out a smooth branch and touched her cheek before drawing back and resting still again.

A small smile graced Luna's pale face as a tear rolled down her cheek. "I hope you're happier wherever you are, Harry," she whispered to herself.

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That weekend was awesome. New Directions held a congratulations party for Emmett, on account of all of them having gotten to know the guy over the summer and coming to the conclusion that he was a cool guy. Puck provided the alcohol, which Kurt avoided like the plague. It took a while, but Emmett was able to wrangle the story from Santana, who was howling with laughter as she recounted it.

Emmett had a vague memory of someone, a man if the timber in his recollection was to be trusted, calling him Bambi. Be safe, Bambi, the man had said. Remember whom you can trust with your love, not your life.

It was good advice. Emmett resolved to remember it even as he swigged a couple of mouthfuls of beer.

Most of the club was drunk within the hour, their bodies not really prepared for the alcohol levels. Thank god it was the weekend and they could all sleep at Rachel's house, who's dads were out at a lover's retreat (Puck had slapped a hand over her mouth before she could go on a tangent about what that was and what they would be doing at such a place).

Brittany had giggled, catching what was left unsaid.

After two hours of drunkenly singing random songs (for the record, Rachel's house was soundproofed by her father's after their neighbors complained they could hear their daughter singing at eleven o'clock at night, and they had work in the morning), someone eventually decided to start a game of truth or dare, something they all thought was a little lame (until Emmett said he'd never played before, from what he could remember. Santana declared she would go first. "Truth or Dare, Puckerman?"

"Dare. Duh," he'd said almost nonchalantly.

"I dare you to find the bottle of lube hidden in Rach's Dads' room. They're gay and practically married; there's bound to be lube somewhere," she said with too much relish. Or maybe the smell of beer on her breath made it seem that way.

Puck grimaced. "You go right for the squick, don't you?"

"Yes. Now go find it, lover boy."

It was rather boring waiting for him to hurry up and shuffle dresser drawers open to find a bottle. Mercedes heard a muttered, "Oh, gross, man," and sniggered. She full out laughed from her spot across from Emmett and Kurt when he came out with an almost empty bottle that proclaimed it was strawberry flavored. With a quick shake of his head, Puck went to go put it back where he found it. Wouldn't do to have the parents come home and find their sex gadgets were all shuffled around. "Hummel! Truth of Dare?"

"… truth?" Kurt said hesitantly, making it seem like it was a bit of a question rather than the answer.

"Who do you think is the hottest guy here?" he said, waggling his eyebrows, snorting in amusement when Artie punched him in the shoulder.

"Oh come on man, you'll get all pissed when he says, 'Not you,' and you know it," Finn whined.

"And how would you know who I think's hot, Finn?" Kurt interrupted any thought that Puck could form before he could do so. Finn was also the only other one not drunk, so to hear this was something else.

Finn blushed. "I'd rather not say."

"And you still need to answer my question truthfully, Hummel," Puck reminded him.

This time Kurt blushed, cheekbones turning a fetching shade of red. He cursed having such pale skin's sometimes. He mumbled his answer, speaking clearer when Tina asked, "Who?" "Fine, fine, it's Emmett, alright?" he cried out, hiding his face in his hands.

"Aw," he heard his friend coo at him. "I find you hot, too."

Kurt couldn't believe his ears. He lifted his head enough to look at Emmett, who looked only slightly drunk. "Did I just hear you right?"

"Pro'lly. If your hearings going though, I suppose I'll have to show you," the green-eyed teen shrugged.

"What?" Kurt asked, still not sure if maybe he hadn't fainted in embarrassment earlier and this was all a dream. He dropped his hands away from his face in mild shock.

"Like this, Kurt," Emmett said before he leaned forward and peck a kiss on Kurt's lips.

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