Disclaimer; I own nothing Harry Potter except a worn set of books, a Hogwarts shirt from Target, and a dog Draco. I don't own Glee either.
WARNING: THIS IS AU, AS IN NO EPILOGUE, NO MAGIC, AND NUMEROUS CHANGES TO CANNON. IF YOU CAN'T HANDLE THAT, PLEASE DON'T READ! THERE IS SLASH IN THIS STORY WHICH MEANS TWO MEN IN A ROMANTIC RELATIONSHIP THAT WILL INCLUDE SEX. IF THIS OFFENDS YOU IN ANY WAY, YOU KNOW WHERE THE BACK BUTTON IS. THANK YOU!
Chapter 1
" Oh my Gucci!" Kurt Hummel muttered under his breath as he walked into the room. He was interning at Vogue which- oh my God- was exciting, exhilerating, and terrifying all at the same time. He thought that fashion would be a good fallback option if being on Broadway didn't pan out. Yes, he does think ahead, thank you very much! None of that was the reason he was hyperventalating right now. He was sent to be a gofer/slave for a photo shoot. Nobody thought to tell him it was for the story they were running on the resurgance of male models!
He was fine, he was a professional, he could do this. Became his mantra for the next half hour. He had just gotten his bearings when the photographer called for a break. " Kurt!" He yelled unnecessarily. "Right here sir." Kurt stated from right behind him. " Oh sorry. The main model for this shoot will be here in 30mins. I need you to tell the other models that we are done for the day." Kurt was surprised. They hadn't taken nearly enough pictures for the article. They must be featuring this other model. The only male model he could think of that would garner that much attention was- " Oh my Gucci! Is Harrison Potter-Black the model coming in?" Kurt asked breathlessly. "Yes he is, now get to work!" The photographer said.
Harrison Potter-Black was taking the modeling world by storm. He was gorgeous. He was tall - about six foot two inches - and he had short black hair that always looked as if he had just had amazing sex. He had a natural golden glow to his body which made him look tan all year round. He was also fit. He wasn't built like a body builder, he had more of a swimmer's build. But he had a six-pack, and that yummy V that was pointing at his groin like it was advertising for his cock. Above all of these things were his eyes. He had the greenest eyes Kurt had ever seen. He could (and had) wax poetic about the things those eyes reminded him of, but the point was that they were beautifully green.
He sort of had a huge crush on the man, so internally he was freaking out. Outwardly he tried to act as professionally as possible. After disposing of the gaggle of disgruntled models, and straightening the room they were in, he was afraid his crush was gonna die a swift death. If he was anything like the models that just left, this crush wouldn't last the hour! I mean, he was a diva sometimes too, but really? At a shoot for Vogue? You become to much of a diva and they will have you back in Minnesota doing JC Penny ads before you can say Versace! Unless you were someone like Potter-Black. He was famous enough to be humored, so he couldn't throw his bitch face around on him.
In he sailed, right on time, looking like he was already in a photo shoot. His look was simple, but the clothes probably cost more than his dad made in two months. He was wearing gray slacks that fit him like a glove, with a white button down with a gray and red sweater vest. It looked like it was all Ermenegildo Zegna. If it was, make that three months pay. He was desperatly trying not to drool. " Hello Mr. Potter-Black. I am Kurt. If you need anything, like a drink or a snack while you are here, please let me know." There. He got it out without anything embarrassing hapening. " Please call me Harry. It's a pleasure to meet you." He said. His British accent was thick, yet clear and concise.
"Let me show you where makeup and wardrobe are, and then we will get you all set up. Can I get you anything to drink?" Kurt said. " Can I have a bottle of water please? Then I promise I will leave you be." Harry answered with a crooked smile. "It's no trouble at all Harry." Kurt said as he left Harry at the makeup department. He was giddy inside, and his crush was stronger than ever. He asked me to call him Harry! And he seemed so nice! After this shoot was over, his crush might move over to slight obsession, Kurt thought as he got a bottle of water. As he walked into makeup, he was unprepared to see Harry shirtless. Apparently he had some scars and a tattoo that needed covering. Kurt thought they made him even hotter, but nobody asked him.
"Here's your water." Kurt said and handed it to Harry. Their fingers touched and their eyes met. A shot of pure desire rushed through them. "I hate to interupt, but I need to cover the scar on your shoulder." The makeup artist said. Kurt blushed to the roots of his hair, and moved out of the way. "That's an interesting scar. Where did you get it?" The makeup artist asked. "You don't have to answer that. Maria should have known better than to ask." Kurt said pointedly, giving "Bitch Face Number Five".
Harry laughed and said; " It's alright. It has already been all over the papers in England. My father is Lord Potter, Marquis of Godric's Hollow. That makes me, as his eldest son, an Earl. I am his only child. When I was 14, I told him that I was gay, and that I and my partner ( whomever that was ) and I would use a surrogate to have children. They would still be children of my blood. I naively thought that would be his only problem with me being gay, but I was dead wrong. He became irrationally incensed, and many horrible things were said. He said that my mother would be ashamed of me, and would regret "dying for a faggot" I told him she would be ashamed of him, for being such a bigoted areshole. He slammed me into the wall, and my shoulder became impaled on an ornate trinket. As soon as he saw that, he called for an ambulance." Harry said matter of factly.
Kurt was aghast. How could anyone treat family that way? " I am so sorry. I forget sometimes how lucky I am that my dad supported me when I told him I was gay. Well, he actually already knew, but still." Kurt said. " You are lucky. It still hurts, but I have come to terms with fact that I will never have a relationship with my father." Harry said. " You are all done, let's get you to wardrobe." Maria said, slightly subdued. " What wardrobe there is you mean." Harry said wryly. "With all the makeup you put on my chest, I highly doubt there are shirts involved." Harry teased as he was led into wardrobe.
Gaga, how horrible! He needed to call his dad tonight, and tell him how much he loves and appreciates him. He also needed to get his butt on the set, so he scrambled to get there before Harry was out of wardrobe. " There you are! Did you get him settled in?" Andre the photographer asked. "Yes Sir, I got him a bottle of water, and we got to talking while Maria was working on him." He must have seen some of my feelings on his face, because he said. " Don't get your hopes up. I have seen every kind of man you can imagine throw themselves at him and offer all kinds of sex and everything else, and he turns them all down cold. I don't know why, because he is not dating anyone that I know of. Just be advised that if you ask him out, he is liable to say no."
Was there no chance? Kurt despaired. This was the first guy he had been interested in since Blaine cheated on him and they had broken up. Harry was completely out of his league, but he seemed so nice and there had been that moment between them- His rambling thoughts were cut off as Harry entered the room. He was wearing a pair of faded blue jeans with the button undone. He was barefoot, and he looked sexy as Hell. Like he just tumbled out of bed and grabbed the first thing he found to put on. Or he could have been about to tumble into bed with someone, and was half undressed.
Kurt decided right then and there that he would not give up hope until Harry told him no. Kurt Hummel was a lot of things, but a quiter was not one of them.