Chapter Nineteen
A/N: I OWN NOTHING!
If there was anything Teddy hated more than the bullies who had tormented his life at Hogwarts, it was dances. It wasn't that he couldn't dance; it was just every time he was left standing in the corner like a young kid while everyone else danced with their sweethearts. Again, while there weren't a lot of dances at Hogwarts, the staff tried to throw a few during the holiday season.
"Dude," Mike noted one day to Finn while Teddy was practicing the dance moves for nationals, "is it just me or is Ted going at that move a little too aggressively?"
"Spring Load," Santana snapped, "cease and desist. You're bumming the rest of us out."
"Sorry for wanting to win," Teddy snapped. Santana rolled her eyes and turned back to the conversation she was having with Brittney. Teddy shook his head. No one knew what it was like for him to actually dream for once. At Hogwarts he was just going through the motions all the time—here, he had friends and dreams. Dreams he didn't want to die because he was being sloppy.
"Okay everyone," Mr. Schue clapped his hands at the end of Glee. "Go and get ready for Prom! Enjoy yourselves."
Teddy rolled his eyes and ignored the semi-huge fight that was brewing between Finn and Rachel. He didn't care what was going on with them. He just wanted to get out of there. Of course, his goal was denied as he watched his path get blocked by Rick.
"What?" Teddy asked, his eyes narrowed in annoyance at the hockey players.
"Ooh! Tough guy acting all tough," Rick taunted. "Don't have the balls to actually back up your words with actions do you?"
"Talk to me when your hairstyle comes back into fashion," Teddy rolled his eyes and tried to get out of the way only to find his way blocked by Rick's goons. "Look, could you let me leave?"
"I could," Rick said with a smirk that could rival the worst Slytherin, "but I'm not going to."
"Hey!"
They both turned to see Puck march up to them. Teddy smirked. Between Finn and Puck, Teddy'd rather it be Puck helping him out. Finn just equaled so many issues.
"What do you want Puckerman?" Rick asked. "Go back to not graduating."
"Leave him alone Rick," Puck glared at the other boy, " you're not so tough."
"Oh ho!" Rick exclaimed and looked over at his friends, then back at Puck. "Okay Lima Loser. Your trash bin. Three. Unlike you, I've got everything to lose."
Teddy didn't know what snapped in him. Was it the fact that he had caught a glimpse of Puck's face upon being called a Lima Loser? Was it the fact that Rick reminded him too much of the bullies at Hogwarts? Who knew? All Teddy knew was that he leaned back and punched Rick square in the jaw.
"Oh it's on!" Rick shouted after recovering from the shock and the biggest Hallway brawl of McKinley High history had begun. Only Sue, Schue, Finn, Sam, Mike, and Bieste could break it up.
000
"Are you two insane?" Schue inquired in his office. Puck was holding a washcloth up to his bleeding nose while Teddy was paying no mind to his throbbing eye and banged up ribs. "Fighting this close to graduation could mean you might not get your diplomas."
"Maybe," Teddy shrugged and then winced as he did so. As for the diploma…. why did Schue care? Teddy didn't even go to McKinley as a regular student! He shouldn't be graduating as it was, but someone had talked Figgins into giving Teddy an honorary diploma. Schue sighed.
"Thankfully, someone reported—and by someone I mean Becky Jackson—to Sue that you two only started the fight on provocation from Rick so you two aren't being punished."
"Thank god," Puck sighed though it sounded funny since he still had the cloth up to his nose. Teddy tuned Schue out until he mentioned the word parent.
"What?" he gasped. "Harry's coming here? Again?"
It was one thing to see him get covered in a giant slushy, it was another thing entirely to have Harry come to his school on account of fighting. He didn't want to disappoint his godfather.
"Hey Ted," Teddy heard the familiar voice from the hallway before Schue had a chance to answer. Turning to Harry, he saw his godfather's shocked face that quickly turned concerned. "They did a number on you huh?"
"Your godson gave as good as he got from what the nurse has to report," Schue chimed in. Harry shook his head.
"Come on you two," he said. "Yeah Puck, Ginny told me to invite whatever other Glee member backed up Teddy when she heard about the fight. She's making pasta!"
"Yum!" Teddy grinned, slapping Puck on the back. Puck looked stunned at the invite and didn't respond until they got to the car.
"Why'd you back Ted up?" Harry asked out of curiosity on the drive to the hotel. Teddy knew it was because of the fact that he didn't really tell tales of his friends at Hogwarts, and his godfather just wanted to make sure that he was happy. Teddy didn't really care; as long as he wasn't being punished.
"The hockey players make our lives hell," Puck said, his nose still bleeding lightly. "Also, I figured Ted might like it more if I backed him up instead of Finn. He saw it too and the two of them don't have the best history."
"Hey, he publically outed one of my friends," Teddy said. "Loyalty is in my DNA, so you mess with my friends that means you messed with me."
"But dude, you waged a whole facebook campaign against him!"
"That was Santana's doing, not mine. Besides, you ditched me when I had to buy her tampons!"
"What?" Harry burst out laughing. "Oh you poor boy."
"Just wait till Lily gets it," Teddy shot back, ending the chuckling from the front seat.
"Just for that, I hope you have daughters," Harry teased his godson, who did the mature thing and stuck his tongue out at his godfather. "Ginny is buying pasta from this place called Bread Sticks."
"Great!" Puck grinned. "Best place in Lima to eat."
"Only place more like," Teddy smirked and Puck pushed him into the seat. The three of them walked up to the hotel room where Ginny gasped upon seeing their injured forms.
"Honestly," she shook her head and healed them right up. "There, does that feel better?"
"Thought you weren't a Healer Ginny," Teddy smirked and dodged the playful nudge from his godfather.
"You raise James and Al and try not to master basic healing charms," Ginny rolled her eyes. "You boys hungry?"
"They're teenage boys Gin," Harry said while picking up Lily and messing up Al's hair. "Oh Ted, we found a replacement sitter for Lily and Al."
"I told you I could do it Harry," Teddy said, ignoring Ginny's muttering about growing up with six brothers. "You didn't have to find a replacement."
"This is the last time you can be a kid," Ginny told him, with her hands on her hips. "Besides you really don't want to ruin the surprise we have for you now do you?"
"Fine," Teddy sighed. "Who's going to watch the munckins for me?"
"That nice brunette girl you introduced us to a few weeks ago," Harry said. "Rachel, I think her name was."
"You've got to be kidding me."
000
"You're watching my godsiblings?" he asked said girl the next day. Rachel looked shocked that he knew.
"Yes I am," Rachel said with a nod.
"Why?"
"Because I don't want to watch Finn and Quinn dance at Prom when they win Prom King and Queen…and your godparents needed a sub."
Teddy sighed but seeing as Prom was literally a day away, there was nothing he could do about it. Harry had already picked up his tux—a black suit with a blue tie—and Ginny bought the corsage.
"Who are you going with?" Rachel asked as they walked to their one shared class.
"No one," Teddy said. "But Harry's forcing me to go to this thing so I'll probably bale after a few minutes. Maybe help you out with Al and Lily."
"Kurt and Blaine are helping me," Rachel said. "I'll be fine. They're just kids, how hard can it be?"
000
"Ready Ted?" Harry asked, picking up his godson at his apartment. Teddy straightened his tie and looked over his shoulder at his godfather. Santana had already left with her girlfriend.
"As ready as I'll ever be," Teddy grumbled and was silent the rest of the car ride over. He didn't noticed Harry's small smirks or Ginny's eye rolls. Once at the school, Teddy chuckled upon seeing the theme. Dinosaurs.
"Brittney all the way," he smiled. Walking in, he parted ways with his godparents and managed to find a spot on the wall that wasn't being used by the punch table. He looked at his friends with a fond look when suddenly he felt a tap on his shoulder.
"You going to stand there all night?" a familiar voice asked. Teddy looked over and saw a beautiful vision of blue standing in front of him. Victorie was wearing a sapphire blue gown and her strawberry blonde hair was up in an elaborate up-do.
"What are you doing here?" Teddy asked in shock.
"Uncle Harry pulled some strings," Victorie grinned. "I've got to be back tomorrow but McGonagall supposedly told my teachers that I was looking at teams to try out for."
"Well you are a Weasley," Teddy said with a grin as he twirled her around. "It's only natural, and you're amazing on the field so it's not that bad of a lie."
Victorie flushed but beamed at the compliment. She was never comfortable in her position as Keeper (she was much better as Chaser), but there were no other positions open until the next year and she had already waited four years.
"Everyone's staring at us," Victorie muttered, looking down. Teddy brought her eyes back to his.
"That's because I'm dancing with the most beautiful girl in this room," he told her. "The smartest, wittiest, most awesome girl in the entire room."
"Flatterer," Victorie chuckled. "Kiss me Ted."
"What?" Teddy jerked, surprised at the request. It wasn't that they hadn't kissed, but they were in public and Harry was in the same room as them!
"Kiss me," Victorie smiled. "Come on Ted, you really think no one in our family knew? The only one who doesn't is Papa. Why else would Uncle Harry pull those strings for me when he hates using his fame for anything?"
"Get you out of studying," Teddy shrugged.
"You are a moron," Victorie shook her head, "but you're my moron."
And then, without warning, she stood on her toes and kissed him square on the lips. Teddy, after recovering from the shock of their first public kiss, returned it with as much passion as she had initiated it with. Inside his head, fireworks were going off at the speed of light.
"Get some!" someone shouted, causing the lovers to break apart. Well, so did the need for air.
"Shut up Puck!" Teddy shouted to the voice and everyone chuckled as the music gained tempo. He turned to Victorie, who smiled at him. "You want to tell your dad, or shall I?"
"Let's do it together," Victorie said, her smile still in place. "After you come home with your Nationals win. I want to see you surprise me with your winning song when I graduate in two years."
"Asking a lot aren't we?" Teddy smirked.
"Oh shut it you," Victorie lightly nudged him. "I'm serious though. I like hearing you sing. You're good Teddy."
"I've only sang to you," Teddy reminded her about the Christmas present. Victorie rolled her eyes.
"Yes, but I think I can tell when someone is a good singer or not," she told him, kissing her boyfriend on the cheek. "Stop worrying so much."
"Can you read minds too?"
"You're tense," Victorie told him. "Relax. It's just you and me for one night. The way we wish it had been in your sixth year, remember? When you wanted to take me to that Yule ball but Papa had told the family that—"
"You couldn't date until you were fifteen," Teddy nodded. "Dom and Louis were scaring everyone off who wanted to date you."
They both chuckled and resumed dancing. In his later years, Teddy would gladly admit that that night would rank up in the top ten best nights of his life.