I'm Not Meant To Live Alone Chapter 4: School, a Harry Potter + Glee Crossover fanfic

A/N: Thank you to all of you, who have reviewed and added my story to your alerts and favourites!

Also can I just say that I completely messed up Harry's age! I meant to write that he was 16 not 17, and Blaine is still 17 for those who might have been confused. I made a couple of errors in the chapters regarding their ages and I've corrected all of them (I think) But feel free to tell me if I've missed one and I'll correct it asap. So Thank you bluegirl1994 for pointing out the age confusion to me!

All mistakes are my OWN!

I do NOT own Glee or Harry Potter

There will be slight OOC on Harry's part.

Warnings: Boy/Boy action, swearing, and all that other 'adult' stuff. I'll warn you if anything major happens in the chapter. Oh slight cross-dressing on Kurt's part and a lot of cross-dressing on Harry's part.

Pairings: Noah (Puck)/Harry or Putter as I like to name them, Klaine, Finchel, Bartie, Tike and I have no idea who to pair Sam, Mercedes, Santana and Quinn with.

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'Thoughts'

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Chapter Four: School

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School:

1. An institution for the instruction of children or people under college age.

2. A division of an educational institution constituting several grades or classes.

3. The student body of an educational institution.

4. The building or group of buildings housing an educational institution.

5. The process of being educated formally, especially education constituting a planned series of courses over a number of years:

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The last time Harry had been to a muggle school was when he was ten, so that was why throughout the past few weeks that Harry had been in Ohio, Blaine and Rose had been giving him a crash course on what he was supposed to know for his level.

The topic of school was first brought up just a few days after Harry had moved in, as for obvious reasons Harry would be no longer attending Hogwarts. Rose and Jack-mom and dad- had given Harry some leaflets of high schools in the area. They had told him that he could attend whatever school he chose and that they would back him one hundred percent in his choice.

Out of the three possible choices he had immediately discarded Carmel High, as it was too far away from where he lived and also the school seemed to come across as stuck up. So that left him with Dalton and McKinley. He had weighed the pros and cons of each school and was undecided about which one he should pick.

Attending Dalton would put him with his brother, but then the curriculum was very advanced and Harry had barely just caught up to the level he was supposed to be at. But he'd be with his brother, but then the cost of attending Dalton was extremely high and Harry did not want his recently acquired parents to pay that sort of money for him to fail anyway. On the plus side he'd be with Blaine.

Harry gripped his hair in frustration. 'Just because being with Blaine is a pro, it doesn't mean I can counter every con with that one single pro'

"Errugh" Harry moaned out as he stretched out his legs on the window seat, the leaflets for McKinley and Dalton fluttering onto the floor.

Harry sighed in annoyance and pulled his legs back up and leant over and picked the leaflets back up. Harry started intently at them both as though hoping that one of them would give him an answer.

"Damnit" Harry muttered as he worried his bottom lip with his teeth, causing the plump, red lip to go an ever brighter shade. He was supposed to give his answer to his mom and dad today!

Harry stared at the red and white leaflet from McKinley. McKinley was a better option that Dalton in a lot of ways. There were no fees to pay, no uniforms, it was close to home, it was more relaxed and the curriculum wasn't as strict. But he wouldn't be with Blaine.

'Why is it so hard to choose?' Harry mentally exclaimed as he looked out of the window, hoping the sun would help. But of course it didn't offer any words of wisdom; it just winked happily in the morning light.

"Wisdom!" Harry shouted out loud in triumph as he scrambled up off the window seat and ran to Blaine's door. He knocked, bouncing on his toes and after receiving a positive affirmation to come in, Harry all but burst through the door and stepped inside. 'If in doubt ask Blaine' Harry thought as he spied his brother sitting cross legged in the middle of his double bed.

"So Blaine" Harry said as he walked towards his brother, his hands clasped behind his back, the two leaflets clutched in his hands.

"No I will not help you in choosing schools Harry" Blaine stated as he continued to read his book.

Harry stopped suddenly and was gaping in shock, his mouth flapped open and his eyes rounded comically.

Blaine glanced at his brother and just laughed, whilst leaning over and reached up, pushing Harry's jaw closed with his free hand.

"You're leaving it a bit late aren't you?" He asked as he went back to his book, he placed his elbows on his legs resting his head on his fists.

"I just can't decide! I've been weighing up the pros and cons for ages, but I just can't seem to choose" Harry's frustration seeped into his voice and Blaine quickly abandoned his book and stood in front of Harry. He loved how short Harry was, and not just because it made him look less like a hobbit (though he had no idea where him looking like a hobbit came from, he was nearly five foot nine, thank you very much) In fact he was only a fraction of an inch off of being an even five foot nine. It still bugged him that his mother was just that little bit taller. Even though it was hardly noticeable, it still irked him to end.

A few days after Harry had arrived Blaine's curiosity could hold on no longer, and he marched into Harry's room with a measuring tape and made Harry stand against the wall while Blaine measured his height. Looking back it was extremely rude to have done that but Harry had taken it in good humour and was curious himself to how tall he was.

As it turned out, not very. Harry was only five foot four, not five foot six as Blaine had originally guessed. It put Blaine a whole five inches taller than Harry, and while five foot nine was tall, it wasn't as tall as most the guys Blaine's age. But at least Blaine was average in height, Harry was only average for a women, and practically tiny in comparison to guys his age.

And while Blaine was angry at the reasoning behind Harry's height (Stupid Dursley's locking him in a cupboard, if Blaine ever met them…) Harry just seemed to shrug it off and held his head up high.

But even though Blaine hated the reason behind Harry's height, he loved Harry's height as it made him look cute and sweet. In fact Blaine heavily believed that Harry would look just plain weird if was any taller.

Blaine titled Harry's face up, so Harry's emeralds would make contact with his chocolate coloured eyes that were flecked with gold.

"Harry don't feel as though you have to go to Dalton just because I go there and don't worry about my reaction if you choose not to go. I'll still love you, even though I will be slightly upset that I won't be able to protect you from all those guys that will be drooling after you."

Harry blushed bright red and ducked his head, he (thankfully) had no need to come out to his family, as it was no secret that he preferred the same sex and he had mentioned it with in one of his letters to Blaine. Harry didn't think he could handle the embarrassment of that particular discussion if he had of come out to his family. Blaine had already filled him in on the details of the talk he had with their parents.

But even though he hadn't suffered from that particular embarrassment he still became slightly flustered when his sexual orientation came up. Blaine just shook his head at Harry's reaction, the term 'blushing virgin' sprang to mind when ever Harry did Blush. He mentally growled at the thought of hormone fuelled jocks lusting after his little brother. He would personally kill anyone who harmed his Little Brother Bear.

Harry made his way back to his room after Blaine's words of 'wisdom' and assurance. He dropped down onto his window seat and pulled his knees to his chest.

McKinley or Dalton? Now that was the question.

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Harry had eventually moved to his bed and was laying on his stomach, listening to music on his iPod, his legs were kicking backwards and forwards in time to the beat. The leaflets lay abandoned on the window seat, the sun glinting off of the shiny, crinkled paper. He had-after a lot of deliberation-finally come to a decision regarding the school his wished to attend.

There was a knock on his open door and Harry looked up to see his mom standing in the door way, a soft smile on her face. Harry switched his iPod off and pulled the ear buds out of his ears.

He sat up on his bed and gave Rose his full attention.

"So mom, what's up?" Harry asked smiling; he didn't think he'd ever get tired of calling Rose and Jackson his mom and dad.

Rose smiled, equally as happy that Harry called her mom. "Well sweetie, it's your deadline today. Have you decided on the school that you wish to attend?"

"Yes mom, I have"

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Getting Harry into McKinley had been surprisingly easy, after a few phone calls and signing papers and a meeting with the principal Harry was officially registered as a William McKinley High School student.

As soon as the forms were signed Harry was ushered by the receptionist into a side room where a computer and a web cam were set up; apparently he had to have his picture taken in order to have a McKinley student card. After a minute he was released from the hard, plastic chair and was allowed to re-join his parents, who were conversing with two other adults, while a (cute) blonde teenager was standing off to the side. Harry deduced the other adults were the blonde's parents as they sported blonde locks, though not as bright as their sons.

Rose turned round and smiled at Harry, holding an arm out in invitation for him to join the little group.

"Ah Harry there you are. Come and meet Mr and Mrs Evans and their son Sam. He'll be joining McKinley with you" Rose smiled and pulled Harry to her side.

"Nice to meet you Mr and Mrs Evans" Harry held his hand out and the shocked pair shook his hand, not used to teenagers being so polite.

Harry sent them a small smile and turned to Sam and repeated the gesture.

"Hi, I'm Harry, nice to meet you Sam. I'm glad I won't be the only newbie"

Sam shook his hand "Likewise" He stated as he smiled back at the small teen.

Principal Figgins walked back into the room, a red headed woman in tow. She was introduced as Miss Pillsbury, the guidance counsellor for the school. She was going to be giving them a tour of the school, to give the boys a chance to familiarise themselves with it before they started next week.

The boys immediately started walking together, allowing their respective parents to follow the odd guidance counsellor first.

Harry quickly learnt that Sam was really funny and quirky and Harry had to stifle his giggles when Sam kept on making comments regarding the Principal and the school. The tour ended after a couple of hours and Miss Pillsbury led them to the front doors, biding them a good day and that if Harry and Sam ever needed someone to talk to, her office was always open. She then scurried off reinforcing Sam's comment about her looking like a woodland creature causing Harry to giggle while Sam chuckled.

"Do we want to know what it is that you find so funny?" Jackson asked as he smirked at the two teens.

They both just shook their heads and tried to control their laughter. The parents swore they heard the word forest and looked at Harry and Sam in confusion when they started laughing again. The parents just shook their heads and tugged their respective child towards their car.

When they were out of sight Rose raised her eyebrow and jerked her head in Sam's direction. Harry just shook his head, a silent signal that he wasn't interested. Even though Harry thought Sam was cute, the boy was definitely not his type (not to mention straight), but they had a mutual understanding about being the new guys and had exchanged numbers with the promise to meet outside of the school before it started, in order to be with someone they knew.

Harry went home, happy in the knowledge that he already knew someone who was going to be at McKinley. He hoped they would become friends over time.

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The alarm was beeping chirpily on Harry's bedside table, rousing Harry from the land of dreams. He let out a groan and his hand darted out of the warm, soft covers to slam the annoying sound off. Harry slowly blinked his eyes open and reached up his hands, which formed fists and softly rubbed the sleep from his eyes, while he let out a huge yawn. Harry was usually an early riser, but there was something about the alarm that made Harry want to rebel and go back to sleep, even though he was perfectly awake.

Harry sat up and pushed the covers down and climbed out of bed wiggling his toes in the soft, plush cream carpet that adorned his bedroom floor. He pulled back his curtains and smiled as the sun warmed his face, as if in greeting. He went and made his bed; He couldn't stand mess. He swears he developed an OCD from living with the Dursley's.

He ambled over to his closet and spent about ten minutes deciding on what to wear. When he had finally decided on which outfit he snagged up the clothes and went to his en-suite. After a shower, he dried himself off and got dressed. He neatly folded the shirt Blaine had given him to sleep in -It was an oversized navy Dalton gym t-shirt that Harry adored- and placed it under his pillow.

He walked out of his bathroom and made his way over to his mirror that was right next to his closet.

He had decided upon his plain denim skinny jeans, a form fitting black and grey checked shirt. It was slightly long and reached just over Harry's arse, he decided to wear it open and was wearing a dark blue vest underneath it, with a thick black belt wrapped around his waist over the top of the shirt and vest; highlighting his tiny figure. He slipped into a pair of black converse and nodded in approval to his outfit. His stomach rumbled and Harry took that as a sign to head downstairs for breakfast.

He entered the kitchen and was greeted by the smell of pancakes and waffles, which immediately started to make his mouth water.

"Morning" He chirped to his family as he dropped down into his seat.

A series of "Mornings" were echoed back to him and Rose placed a plate full of pancakes and waffles in front of him, along with a gentle stroke to his head.

"I can't believe that both my boys are leaving me!" She exclaimed as she fake sobbed into Jackson's shoulder.

Blaine just rolled his eyes, this happened after every holiday.

Harry laughed and patted Rose's shoulder "We'll be back by five, the time will fly by" Harry said in a patronising tone.

"Oh hush" Rose lightly smacked away Harry's hand and continued her path towards the sink.

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Harry smiled at Blaine and pulled him into a hug. "Blaine, I'll be fine. Don't worry"

Blaine wrapped his arms around Harry and squeezed tightly. "I'm your older brother, I'm supposed to worry"

Rose had tears in eyes, having watched the whole display, her boys were so incredible.

"I want you boys to take care okay, especially you Harry. You've never been to a muggle high school, so just play it safe okay" Rose hugged them both and placed a kiss on their foreheads.

"Now be gone with you both" She gave them a watery smile and pushed them out of the front door.

"Oh and Harry" Harry looked back at Rose with a smile.

"Yes, mom?"

"I expect a call at lunch time from you"

Harry rolled his eyes with a smile "Okay mom, will do!" Rose waved at them and went inside the house.

"Harry, you better call me too" Blaine peered down at Harry with a mock frown.

Harry just laughed and hopped into his Mustang (which he had named Sally) He could now legally drive his Mustang after going through a crash course in diving; he picked it up surprisingly quickly, so it didn't take long for him to get his licence. "I will Blaine. See you tonight"

Both boys pulled out of the drive and went their separate ways to school. Each only had a forty minute drive to their schools.

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