Save All Your Kisses
Summary: Harry Potter was sick of it; of the media, of the pitying looks - he was stressed. So, he got a map, and trailed his finger across it with his eyes slammed shut. Wherever his finger landed, he would go - and, opening his eyes, he saw Lima, Ohio. A Muggle town; what about his lack of education? He wasn't sure. He had to admit there was a certain thrill about going in with no real plan; and that's what he did.
Pairings: Kurt/Harry? I think? I love that couple (crossover OTP um) but I also love Puck/Harry and Puckurt help
Author's note: Completely disregards HBP/DH (well, most of it). Harry took care of Voldemort aged fourteen (I loathe the idea of Horcruxes so pretend he didn't have seven) and, with the help of Hermione, managed to pass his N.E.W.T.S early to take leave whenever he wanted.
Also - I only really watched the first season of Glee. I couldn't get into the second or third season (punk Quinn what) and from what I've heard of the fourth... Nada. Pulling some things out of my ass. And, saying that, this is probably around or just after Sectionals, because I have no concept of time. Apologising in advance if I get things wrong/mess up the timelines. Which I will. Awesome. c:
"Hermione... I have to go, okay? I can't stay here." Hermione clicked her tongue against the back of her teeth but nodded.
"Where are you going then, mate?" Ron asked, his eyes bright. Harry hoped he wouldn't cry - he wouldn't be able to stop himself from crying if Ron started to cry. "You got it all sorted?"
Harry shrugged. "Well, I'm sixteen, I don't know their stance on teenagers living alone and not going to school - I have a small house and car already bought, so all that's left is getting there and sorting out Muggle education. Public high school or private? Am I even allowed to drive?" he questioned, tapping his lip with his finger.
Hermione shook her head with an amused smile before pausing, mid-shake. "You can get a learners permit, I think?" He grimaced as her eyes brightened. "Muggle education, Harry?"
Harry grinned. "No idea what I'm going to do, I admit. Four or five years I've missed out on, but I was always bright when I put my mind to something, 'Mione."
The following morning, Harry packed away his entire home into his Hogwarts trunk and left, leaving the keys on the counter. He didn't looked back; he had very little here.
He was torn between Wizard travel and normal, Muggle travel and finally settled on Muggle travel. He'd never been on a plane before! It was exciting, something new. He even had to get two separate flights - one to America from Heathrow and then another to Ohio. America. The USA. He grinned in excitement. America!
"Gate four, three thirty flight, now boarding. Gate four now boarding."
That was him. His flight. He stood up and took one last look at the airport, before bolting to the ticket check in. He wouldn't miss the bustling life of Muggle's going their own way, but there was something poignant about getting to America the hard way.
And, two hours later, he wished he'd gone with the international Port Key and Floo network, because he was sat next to a screaming kid and it's underage mother. He had nothing against babies having babies, but when they weren't even fussed about caring for the brats... It riled him up.
He tried to sleep. He tried, honestly. But the brat only got louder - and louder. His eye was twitching furiously. Hours later, when the flight finally landed, he was the first off the plane. He did the mandatory checks (he thought they were quite futile as he was already in the country) and found his luggage, shooting away to the next flight. This one was considerably quicker.
Soon, soon he would be in bed, asleep, and his mind would sort out the jumbled mess of magic-aided Muggle studying he'd done, and then he'd wake up, register himself at William McKinley High School, the only public school close enough for him to want to attend, and then he'd buy himself a victory coffee. Or something. He needed sleep, first. Definitely sleep.
When Harry had somehow righted his jet-lag and fixed his internal alarm clock, he got out of bed at 16:09 and felt great. He showered, washed, smiled until his cheeks ached, and changed. Soon, dressed in snug black jeans and a dark green fluffy jumper, he stepped into dark dragon hide boots and was off to start his coffee binge. After confirming his admission to the public school.
He got into his car, a black Range Rover that cost more than he was willing to admit to Hermione, and he drove to the school while listening to a teen pop radio. The Headteacher, Figgins, was willing to let him do the core subjects and his chosen subjects with a clever use of magic that Harry would vehemently deny using, and Harry left the school with a wide smile on his face. He was immensely pleased that it was still early January and the students were off for two or three days yet, because rumour mills were rampant wherever he went.
He scoured the small town, trying to find a coffee place. He found small restaurants, one large one, and finally found a coffee place named "The Lima Bean". Harry snickered at the name for a while when trying to find a space.
Stopping the car was brilliant. It was beautiful car, it really was - it practically purred! The shut off was so smooth - he grabbed his wallet, filled with American notes that he really didn't understand due to magical currency, and bolted into the Lima Bean. Coffee! The smell hit his nose and he let out a content sigh, quietly ordering two triple espressos.
He took it to a table and began to watch the people of Lima. The majority of them gave him confused looks, wondering who he was, and a group of girls kept giggling and looking at him. He smiled awkwardly and flicked his hand in greeting, which made them giggle louder.
God, he hated teenage girls. And their screaming kids. He had a sip of one of the espressos and relaxed visibly as the coffee hit his senses. But by God did he love his coffee.
He continued watching as he sipped his drink. "Do you mind if I sit with you?" Harry choked on his mouthful of coffee and frantically swallowed, coughing. He looked up into amused eyes.
"Go ahead," Harry waved his hand at the other chair, staring at the other boy. He was well groomed, he gave him that. His hair was brown and combed neatly, falling just above his eye. Harry felt a little nervous about his own bird's nest, but carried on staring. He was incredibly pale, wearing clothing similar to Harry's but no doubt more expensive and in shades of navy blue and white instead. "Hi, I'm Harry; nice to meet you."
"Hello, Harry, I'm Kurt, Kurt Hummel. Nice to meet you too." The boy smiled prettily, his voice high.
"Hello Kurt, Kurt Hummel. Does that mean you want my last name, too?" Kurt coughed, a light flush taking over his face. "Potter. Harry Potter. Am I right to believe you're with those giggling teenage girls and you've been sent to break the ice to introduce us?"
Kurt coughed louder, his face reddening. Harry grinned, leaning back on his chair and finishing one coffee, moving on to the next. "I'll take that as a yes. Not interested - they're a bit too soft for me."
"Oh?" Kurt's face became painfully interested and the pair leaned forward again. "Do tell, Potter Harry Potter."
Harry gave him a warm, welcoming smile. "I prefer the company of men, Kurt Hummel. How old are you?"
"Sixteen, Harry. How old are you?" Kurt's face was incredibly red now; Harry gave himself a pat on the back. "And why did you move to Lima, Ohio?" His expression became concerned. "If you're homosexual, I'd keep it quiet. It's not the most accepting town." Kurt grimaced.
"Sixteen," Harry's voice was soft. "I ran my finger over a map and stopped on Ohio. And, I am, if you need any clarification," Kurt smiled victoriously. "Seriously? It's not the Middle Ages any more."
Kurt spent the morning lying in bed and wondering why he felt so happy. It was unusual for him, especially with the holiday over. It meant he had to go to school next Monday, which had the knock-on effect of being both bullied and battered every day. So why was he so happy? He checked his phone and clicked on the message from Mercedes.
You still on for today? xx
Definitely, he typed. I need some retail therapy to get me through the horror of school on Monday. xx
Mercedes sent him a kissy face that he didn't reply to, choosing to shower and moisturise instead. He dressed, deciding to be a little lacklustre and dull. White skinny jeans were a good way to start the day, he mused, and so was a warm navy blue sweater. He stepped into white studded boots and left with a jaunty wave to his dad.
His happiness wasn't short-lived, either - when he'd walked into the Lima Bean, there was cute guy with two drinks. Two? He wondered but didn't question it - he just steered Mercedes over to their friends and listened to them discuss the cute guy.
The guy had inky black hair that was so terribly bedraggled Kurt wanted to comb it into submission - but, at the same time, he found it strangely endearing. His eyes were a startling shade of green Kurt didn't think was humanly possible, shadowed by thin black glasses as they were. He was wearing a cute green sweater that Kurt definitely approved of - "Kurt!"
"Um - what?" Kurt laughed, turning to face Mercedes. The girl looked a little annoyed, but she kept up a flirty smile as the cute guy looked and waved. Kurt turned to wave but the guy looked down to have a drink. "What's up?"
"Go over to him, and chat him up for us! Find out everything!" Tina burst out, surprisingly stutter-less. "Please?"
Kurt sighed. "Why do I have to go? Why can't you?" Kurt wasn't trying to sound like a chore - oh, it definitely wasn't - but there was something so crass about ballsying up and introducing himself: and then having to explain his female friends would like his number.
"Just go, white boy," Mercedes laughed, pushing him slightly. "I don't think he saw you, any way."
Kurt pouted and strode over to the cute guy with his head held high. "Do you mind if I sit with you?" How lame. Kurt inwardly slapped himself but began to laugh as the cute guy began to choke on his drink.
The guy finally looked up and Kurt's breath was nearly taken away by those stunning eyes. "Go ahead," British! Kurt wanted to scream his joy. Cute British guy with the cutest eyes he'd ever seen - Gaga he hoped he was gay. "Hi, I'm Harry; nice to meet you."
Kurt beamed. "Hello, Harry, I'm Kurt. Kurt Hummel. Nice to meet you too." Kurt was in love. So, totally, in love. It was like he was in a good dream, or a ridiculous movie where people fell in love at first sight.
"Hello Kurt, Kurt Hummel. Does that mean you want my last name, too?" Kurt coughed, flushing slightly. He was on cloud nine and barely heard a word of what the British cute guy said, too distracted by the wedding they were definitely going to have. "Potter. Harry Potter. Am I right to believe you're with those giggling teenage girls and you've been sent to break the ice to introduce us?" Kurt tried not to choke, glad he didn't have a drink on him. He was sure he was the shade of a tomato by now. "I'll take that as a yes. Not interested - they're a bit too soft for me."
"Oh?" Kurt wanted to dance and jump and scream to the world that he'd found the One. He leaned forward, ecstatic to notice that Harry did the same. "Do tell, Potter Harry Potter."
Harry gave him a warm, welcoming smile that made Kurt inwardly swoon. "I prefer the company of men, Kurt Hummel. How old are you?"
"Sixteen, Harry. How old are you?" Kurt's face was incredibly red now, he was sure. The way his name fell from Harry Potter's lips... "And why did you move to Lima, Ohio?" Worry welled in the pit of his stomach. "If you're homosexual, I'd keep it quiet. It's not the most accepting town." Kurt grimaced, thinking of the bruises he was no doubt to receive come Monday.
"Sixteen," Harry's voice was soft and smooth. "I ran my finger over a map and stopped on Ohio. And, I am, if you need any clarification," Kurt smiled in pleasure. "Seriously? It's not the Middle Ages any more."
"Try telling these Neanderthals," Kurt quipped, sighing. "You're coming to McKinley, right?"
Harry gave him a probing look, but his expression was soft and, curiously, pleased. "Yeah. Starting Monday. Will we be in the same year?" Kurt nodded his head. "Good - good. Are you homosexual, Kurt Hummel?"
Kurt burned red and nodded, his eyes caught on Harry's lips as he finished his second drink. "Would you like a drink, Kurt?" Harry asked politely and Kurt was so tempted to say yes - but he shook his head and gestured to his now silent friends. "Hmph. Fine; but, to make up for it, you're showing me around McKinley High on Monday and after I'm going to buy you a coffee, darling."
Kurt felt like he'd died and gone to Heaven; a cute British guy named Harry Potter was asking to basically stay with him at school and then was going to buy him a coffee and called him darling! "Uh - um, yeah! Sure!" His face was so red. "Okay! But - " Kurt stopped himself. Did he want to scare the only other openly gay guy in Lima with tales of the idiots at McKinley? "Actually, doesn't matter. I'll meet you there, Harry. Do you mind if I tell my friends about your sexuality?"
"Go ahead," Harry stood, beaming a cute lopsided smile, and ruffled his hair self-consciously. Kurt did the same, but instead of ruffling his hair he smoothed a piece down. Kurt took the time to appraise Harry's clothing and knew it wasn't some kind of sick joke. Those jeans were a little too tight, that jumper a little to feminine on the other's lithe frame for Harry to be completely straight. Harry stretched, revealing stark white skin and a dark snail trail; Kurt was suddenly struck with the fact that he was taller than Harry, despite Harry's apparent high-heeled boots and overpowering demeanour. He smiled again. "Good bye, Kurt, Kurt Hummel. Till Monday."
And if Kurt checked Harry's ass out when he walked away, he was only doing it to prove to himself that Harry was openly and obviously gay and nothing to do with the fact that he may have fallen in love.
He practically strutted over to his friends, aware of the big grin on his face. "Gay, ladies. Totally and wholly gay. Coming to McKinley starting Monday, with us no less, and he is openly gay!"
Their groans of disappointment were drowned out by his glee.
Harry grinned to himself. He'd made a friend in Kurt Hummel, the openly gay kid of Lima, Ohio. Managed to come out at the same time, but he reckoned his clothing did that anyway. He pressed the open button on his car clicker and slid in, putting the key in the ignition and, checking his mirrors, he pulled out.
He couldn't wait until Monday. It was only two days away, but he was so damn excited. He couldn't wait! Was Muggle school different to Magical? He paused in his thoughts. No saying Muggle. Was it different? He couldn't remember a time when it felt different. There were still arse holes at both schools, one his cousin and the other Draco Malfoy, but in one he didn't have a murderous bastard after him. He grinned again, wider. No more Voldemort hunting him! He was an arse hole, too - it was fair to say he'd met his fair share of arse holes, and he was sure that non-magical ones would be no different from Dudley Dursley.
Hopefully.