Update time! And a very happy new year! Hope you've had a lovely time, because I did. And sad news, sort of. By end of January, this fic might just get over. But I will crosspost it to AO3 after that, with some minor-major changes probably.
Still unedited. Damn.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Glee.
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Kurt's excitement was definitely addicting, because Harry was also getting excited. Harry knew he was supposed to be sad, especially because Kurt was going to New York for a whole week. He was pouting as Kurt tried on all his shirts in front of Harry and decided whether or not to take it to New York.
Kurt wailed, "But Harry, everyone there is going to judge me. New York people have an air of knowing what they want and getting it. I need to look my best. But everything I have is good. What do I do?"
Harry had only one job that day: making Kurt feel confident. He said, "Kurt, you are hot as hell. I'm not telling you that just because you are my boyfriend. I can't wait for you to shine at New York, as long as you don't find another guy there and elope with him."
Kurt laughed and swatted at Harry's shoulder. "Of course not, where would I get a guy as hunky as you who can pack all my clothes neatly into my suitcase with a flick of his wand?"
Harry smiled nervously. "Remind me never to take you to England."
They both laughed as Kurt continued posing for Harry, with a lighter disposition though.
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It had barely been a day since Kurt's flight had left for New York, and Harry had already gone to Ron's place twice, Draco's place thrice, and he was now entering Burt's garage.
Burt looked at him and groaned. "Don't tell me. You miss my son, don't you?"
Harry just nodded. Somehow, Burt felt like Sirius or Remus to him. He felt like Harry could tell all his worries to him and he would assuage them.
Burt said, "Come here. I'll teach you some stuff and you can impress Kurt with it next time he brings you here."
By the end of the shift, Harry knew how to change tires and check the carburetor. He still looked sad though. Burt looked at him keenly and asked, "Why don't you go to New York?"
Harry was lost. "Huh?"
Burt continued, "I know about your parents, kid. I also know that you gave money to that Sam kid without worrying about being paid back. So why don't you catch a flight to New York and surprise Kurt?"
Harry said, "I would, but Kurt told me that Mr. Schuester has them on lockdown."
Burt waved it away. "I'll talk to Schuester. You just go there, and have fun with my boy. You love him, don't you?"
Harry felt teary. "When I came here, I never thought I'd meet someone like him. Now that I have, I don't know what I would have done if I hadn't met him."
Burt said, "Now, go, shoo. Get that ticket and go find my son. Give him my love. And surprise him."
Harry was happy. He always knew it was hard to get the blessings from the partner's parents. Luna's father always baffled Neville somehow. Draco didn't have relationships long enough to meet the parents. But, Burt being so approving warmed his heart.
He didn't have to buy a ticket when he could apparate there. So, he looked up the co-ordinates and searched for a place he could get into and out of without anyone looking at him.
He got into the Gershwin theatre. It didn't have any people at that moment, and if he entered backstage, no watchman would find him either.
However, he could hear two people singing and he worried for a bit, before he realized he knew those voices. He entered the wings and looked out onto the stage to see Rachel and Kurt singing a song. It was from the Wicked soundtrack, though he didn't remember the name. He was happy to see them not fighting with each other, since Kurt and Rachel had a very abrasive, taunting friendship at times.
When they were done, he came out, clapping like crazy. He wished it were just Kurt there, but he could imagine Rachel not there as Kurt came flying at him.
"HARRYY!"
He caught Kurt just in time, as Kurt's legs wrapped around him, and they kissed for a while. Harry almost forgot someone else being there, till a harsh voice said, "I gave you two permission to sing, not a third person to kiss someone on stage. We keep that for the shows."
Kurt looked abashed, but Harry was proud and happy that his coming to New York was not a bad thing. Rachel looked curious though.
"How did you enter here? Even we got caught trying to get onto the stage."
Harry just shrugged, while Kurt smirked.
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Even as Santana complained about not having a rich, hot English boyfriend to take her out, Kurt had the time of his life with Harry. Whenever the New Directions got free from writing lyrics, Harry swooped in and took him out to a new place. Once it was dinner at a fancy restaurant, then brunch at a stall which was still tasty. He also took Kurt dancing, and gave him tequila shots. Kurt stopped at two, because he didn't want Harry's good leather shoes to be spoiled by his vomit.
As they were having tea with sandwiches at a small place on the Upper East Side, Kurt told Harry, "I don't know if you already knew, but I am going to apply for universities here next year. I want to come back here."
Harry nodded calmly. "I know. It's good that I'm a person who writes at home, because I can write anywhere. Wherever you get in, I'll be there with you." He ended it with a small kiss on the mouth.
It was the best time ever, and Kurt knew he would remember this forever. Even though reaching the twelfth position and not getting into the top ten was a bummer, Kurt knew that he would remember this New York trip for more than Nationals, he would remember it as the first trip he had with his boyfriend.
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