I want to be free
Harry Potter/Glee X-over
HP/ Glee Female Character TBD

XXII: Oh Yeah

(Holly Holiday)
We've been here too long
Tryin' to get along
Pretendin' that you're oh so shy
I'm a natural ma'am
Doin' all I can
My temperature is runnin' high

Cry at night
No one in sight
And we got so much to share
Talking's fine
If you got the time
But I ain't got the time to spare
Yeah

Do you wanna touch (Yeah)
Do you wanna touch (Yeah)
Do you wanna touch me there, where
Do you wanna touch (Yeah)
Do you wanna touch (Yeah)
Do you wanna touch me there, where
There, yeah

Yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah

Every girl an' boy
Needs a little joy
All you do is sit an' stare
Beggin' on my knees
Baby, won't you please
Run your fingers through my hair

My, my, my
Whiskey and rye
Don't it make you feel so fine
Right or wrong
Don't it turn you on
Can't you see we're wastin' time, yeah

Do you wanna touch (Yeah)
Do you wanna touch (Yeah)
Do you wanna touch me there, where
Do you wanna touch (Yeah)
Do you wanna touch (Yeah)
Do you wanna touch me there, where
There, yeah

Harry, grinned and all of the Male Glee students looked at him in horror "Harry, that seriously…"

"What? It's not like anything happened." Harry retorted shutting everyone up.

"Just remember when you have sex with someone, you have sex with everyone they've had sex with. Everyone's got a random." Stated Holly, getting looks from everyone.

"Harry, in Cuba…" Dean began.

"Dean…Remember…" Harry growled and for a moment ice began to appear.

"I know, I know, I know…No need to go Sub-Zero on me. I was gonna say…"

"I had a rubber…both times, I think."

Will turned on him "She hasn't contacted you?"

"Not that I know of. Besides it's not my fault I can be six sheets to the wind and act sober as a judge."

"Unless given wine." Hermione chirped.

"Wine is evil!" Harry retorted, two glasses and he was out of it. He hated how weak he was after consuming wine. This was a relatively close kept secret between Harry and Hermione during their time in the tent.

"Something you want to tell us?"

"Harry is…incompatible with wine." Hermione retorted and refused to budge on the subject.

(Kurt)

He loved it at Dalton. He had aced the entrance exams and had quickly found himself enjoying it. Not to say that since Harry had joined McKinley High and had taken the heat of the bullying off him. But here, there had been only one case and the name caller had been promptly expelled.

Just then his phone went off, it was Harry. They were not what each other would admit to be 'close friends' but Kurt would admit that having Harry's details was a good thing. Harry was not a lot of things but a good listener and dispenser of practical advice; bad advice mind you, but still advice was given.

Although Kurt loved being there, something in his gut and heart ached and pined. It was just then he realised he had absentmindedly called Harry.

"Kurt, you okay?" It was Harry's voice. Just as someone else said the same thing.

"Harry, I need some advice…No, this is not something that can be solved with as Dresden would put 'structural integrity of kneecaps and flammability of housing'."

There was a snort and choking, before the phone distinctively changed hands "Hermione speaking. Hi, Kurt…thanks for putting Harry in a state of giggles. Before you referenced 'structural integrity of kneecaps and flammability of housing' you needed advice. I can guarantee you my advice is as sound as Harry's, less violent. Believe me, I'm the one whose kept him alive until he was eighteen."

Kurt had to wave Blaine of quickly "I'm stuck. I love where I am but my heart's telling me McKinley is where I should be."

"Mione's best bet. My advice would be don't knock it unless you've thoroughly tried it…I'll see you 'round."

"Hermione?"

"Same as Harry, trust your instincts but also make reasons…Kurt, we didn't get some of the choices you've got. We're all flying by the seat of Harry's pants."

"You make it sound like that's a bad thing."

"Generally, he leads to the good times but he doesn't necessarily take the safest route."

"That's true. Now, Teddy…Where shall we go for a long weekend?"

"Texas? It's close enough to hell…"

Hermione chuckled "We'll hug you and leave you. Harry's in one of his moods."

With that Kurt hung up "Sorry, that was just one of those majorly inconveniently bad timings all around."

Blaine nodded "I understand your situation. Come on, we have a rehearsal before we perform.

(Monday)

"Guys, the sectionals are upon us once again." Will said cutting to the chase.

"Let's hope your knee doesn't go, Harry." Rachel commented.

"For once I agree. Problem, do we have plan Will? Or are we gonna do this Harry-style; rely on the Dream Team to pull miracles out of their orifices?"

Hermione, Dean and the Magicals looked at him "Don't you mean, you…and shouldn't it be pulling miracles out of your ass?"

"No. We're the Dream Team. We make reality our plaything by messing with Quantum Physics and various other theoretical sciences. I include all of us because quite frankly my miracles result mass amounts of property damages, waking up in questionable positions with even more questionable people and someone in hospital. All I've got is about 5% of a plan."

"5% Harry! That's not even a title of a plan, that's a statement…" Satana said as she interjected into the conversation.

"…Harry, we'll admit you're not exactly right in the head. Master Chef, party master, confidant and other things but planner you're not. But you've got something but we reserve the right to deny it." Mercedes chimed.

"Be original. Original song." Was the response.

Everyone looked at him like he'd grown a second head "That's a good idea, Harry. Got anyone in mind to write it?"

"That's where my plan ends. Nope. Not a clue."

Seamus snorted "This is what we tended to have."

"Actually, yours were more one-word statements. This one's one of the better ones we actually have. Who knows what might happen, because I'm not making this particular plan up as we go forwards."

The Glee club paled "Unless anyone else has any ideas?" Finn asked, but then Rachel spoke up to say she'd write the song.

"Harry, you'll be okay with working with Rachel right? I mean, you've got a rather flammable relationship."

Harry and Rachel locked eyes with one another "We're not going to be busom buddies and bump buddies anytime soon…Pretty sure we can come to some sort of relationship that won't involve me losing my wick."

Harry held out his hand and Rachel took it, they shook and then Harry smirked and performed a text-book if stereotypical American view of British Gentry bow over it. "We're going to have some fun."

"Anyway, anyone want to sing?"