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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.

"Speech"

'Thoughts'

"Phone Conversation"

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Chapter Five: Friends

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Friends:

1. A person known well to another and regarded with liking, affection, and loyalty; an intimate

2. An acquaintance or associate

3. An ally in a fight or cause; supporter

4. A fellow member of a party, society, etc.

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Up until Harry was eleven he never in his life at the Dursley's had ever had a friend. Whenever another child got remotely close, or even if they just said hello to him, they were soon chased off by Dudley.

Dudley, the horrid bully that he was (and still is) got it into his mind-set that Harry was too much of a freak to have friends. He had it ingrained in him by his parents from a young age that Harry was a complete and utter freak, who deserved to have no-one and deserved to be alone. Dudley fully believed that freaks should be isolated, so he scared off every single potential friend of Harry's. It was soon playground (and school) rules to avoid the small green-eyed boy. Failure to comply with that rule got you beaten up by Dudley and his gang.

So Harry spent the whole seven years of primary school, with only the teachers to talk to.

Before Harry had heard of magic, he was actually excited to be attending school as he would be going to a different school, miles away from Dudley's. Meaning that Harry for once had a chance to make friends; without them being scared off. But all that changed the day Hagrid beat down the wooden door of the lighthouse.

Harry as expected was in awe of the magical world he was introduced to and was beyond happy that he had Hagrid for a friend. But even though harry was in awe of magic, he was more in awe of the fact that he had friends. To be honest Harry was more invested in friendships than learning about magic, as for once in his life he felt accepted.

Harry soon learned that he was only accepted as long as he maintained 'The-Boy-Who-Lived' image. Any deviation from that had him the outcast quicker than you could blink.

But Harry was alright with that as long as he had Hermione and Ron by his side.

Harry often wondered if they were only friends with him because he was famous, and to this day he still couldn't figure it out. But now he had a new chance, a fresh start where people would only know him as Harry Anderson, the son of Rose and Jackson Anderson and the little brother of Blaine Anderson. No image, no title. He was free to be himself.

He only hoped he could make friends, who liked him for him.

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Harry pulled up into the parking lot in front of McKinley High and scanned the rows of cars for a space. He quickly found one and made sure to lock his car before he scanned the area for Sam.

He spotted the blonde leaning against his truck and started to make him way over, slinging his bag strap over his head and let the black, leather bag bump against his hip as he walked.

"Hey Sam" HE greeted when he was close enough to the teen, causing the blonde to jerk his head up and smile.

"Hey Harry, I was wondering when you would show. I was starting to think that I would have to enter the lion's den by myself" he joked as they started to head inside of the school, trying their best to ignore the looks they were getting from the students.

Harry snorted at Sam's comment and shifted closer to the blonde, it was unnerving having so many stares directed their way.

They quickly found shelter in the Principal's office, but they were soon kicked out after they were given their student cards, time tables and locker numbers and combinations.

"Actually I'd liken them vulture's not lions" Harry muttered as they tried to find their lockers. Luckily their lockers were next to each other, so they had the prolonged comfort of being close to someone they knew.

Sam started to laugh, Harry joining in mindless to the weird looks being thrown their way.

They found their lockers after ten minutes of searching and after some struggling on Harry's part (the door was really stiff and he had to ask Sam to open it for him) they dumped their coats inside the grey metal.

"Well, I have to leave you I'm afraid. My home room is on the other side of the school" Sam said apologetically. He was reluctant to leave Harry by himself, as he was an easy target and he didn't want his new friend to be ambushed by the vultures. Sadly they only had a couple of lessons together.

"Oh fair enough. Do you want to meet up at lunch?" Harry asked as he pressed himself against the row of lockers to avoid being crushed by the mob that just walked past.

"Yeah sure. Want to meet in the cafeteria?"

Harry nodded and waved to Sam as he disappeared around the corner. He glanced at the other teenagers and sighed. It was going to be a long day.

Homeroom was weird to say the least, the teacher didn't even show up and the kids who were there were messing around. Harry squirmed in his seat uncomfortably, he felt very out of place. But thankfully no-body had approached him yet.

He glanced at his timetable and noticed he had Spanish first in room 109. He stuffed the piece of paper into his bag and dashed out of the classroom as soon as the bell rang, he wanted to avoid being crushed by the sea of bodies.

Unfortunately he was swept into the crowd and had to fight his way to the classroom he was supposed to be in. As he was struggling to get through he couldn't help but overhear what a couple of girls in red cheerleading uniforms were saying.

"I wonder who they are; we don't get many transfers into the school. Out maybe but hardly ever in" The one with red hair said.

"I don't know, but do you think that he's going out with that girl. They seemed really close. I hope not, the blonde is majorly cute" The brunette replied.

Harry looked affronted at being called a girl, but didn't want to say anything in case they did something to him for listening to their conversation. He was glad when he found his classroom and he quietly slipped into the half full class, immediately gaining the attention of everyone in the room.

Harry gulped discretely and walked towards the curly haired teacher.

"Are you Mr Schuester?" he said in way of greeting, he was being to shake slightly under all of the stares.

"Yes I am. And you must be Harry Anderson" Mr Schuester held his hand out and Harry shook it, feeling slightly more relaxed in the calm teacher's presence.

"Well, why don't you sit next to Kurt, he will help you settle in"

Said boy waved slightly and Harry took that as a signal to join the brunette. Kurt knew straight away by looking at the new student that he was gay and openly so, if his clothes were of any indication and he had to restrain himself from squealing with excitement at the prospect at having a gay friend.

"Hi, I'm Kurt" the fashionable boy said as soon as Harry sat down next to him.

"Harry" Kurt looked slightly shocked at his accent, but it quickly disappeared, being replaced with a smile.

"Are you British?" Kurt blurted out before he could stop himself "I'm sorry that was really rude of me.

Harry just giggled "It's fine and yes I am British I moved over here to live with my parents and brother a couple of months ago"

"Why were you living in Britain if your family is here?" Kurt asked a look of confusion on his face.

"It's a long story"

"And I have time" Kurt smiled at Harry in encouragement.

Before Harry had the chance to speak, the bell rang signalling the start of the lesson. Harry was insanely grateful for Blaine teaching him the basics of Spanish; otherwise Harry knew he would have looked like the jock in the corner of the room, confusion lacing his face.

Harry's next two lessons passed by mostly in a blur and before he knew it the bell rang for lunch and he headed for his locker.

He was weighed down with books that were required for the lesson and was walking slower than he normally would have, hoping that he wouldn't drop them.

He breathed out a sigh of relief when he reached his locker but that was replaced with a yelp when someone bumped in to him, causing him to drop his books.

Cursing Harry bent over and began to pick up his books, trying to arrange them in a way that would be slightly more manageable to hold.

He jumped when he felt someone slap his arse and wolf whistle. He blushed to the roots of his hair and quickly picked up his books and straightened up, busying himself with trying to open his locker.

"Damn, you have a fine ass newbie" Noah 'Puck' Puckerman said as he sidled up to Harry, leaning against the locker right next to Harry's.

Harry blushed further and ducked his head, causing his bangs to fall into his eyes. 'How forward is this guy?'

"Er, thank you I guess" Harry stammered as he quickly glanced up at the much taller teenager.

"You're welcome newbie. See you around" Noah winked at the blushing boy and walked off whistling to himself.

"How odd" Harry mumbled to himself, watching as the strange mohawked boy walked away.

Harry just shook his head and finished shoving his books into his locker. He had promised to meet up with Sam and he was running late.

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He saw Sam first and smiled in greeting as they joined the queue to get their lunch.

"Have you heard the rumours about us?" Harry asked after they talked about how their first few lessons went.

Judging by Sam's laughing fit, he had.

Harry glared at him and crossed his arms over his chest. "It's not funny! They think I'm a girl" Harry exclaimed and it only worked in making Sam laugh harder. Harry hit him in a fit of anger, only to become frustrated when the hit made no impact to the tall blonde.

"Well, you sure do hit like one, honey" Sam mock leered at his supposed 'girlfriend' and he smiled in triumph as he succeeded in making Harry laugh.

They got their food and headed out of the open doors, trying to find a free table.

"Do you want to sit with me, or do you have some other friends you want to sit with" Harry asked.

Sam slung his arm over the petite boys shoulder "Nah, I'd much rather sit with my girl" he said as he started to lead Harry over to where he saw some spare seats near some stone steps.

Harry elbowed him "You know you're not helping in dispelling the rumours, you're making them worse"

"Yeah, so. Let them think whatever they want. We know the truth, let them have their fantasy. Anyway it's quite funny watching them speculate; even you have to admit it"

Harry just sighed and shook his head "What am I going to do with you Mr Evans?"

Sam just shrugged and pulled Harry down onto his lap, when he sat down at the table.

Harry squeaked and scrambled out of Sam's lap and onto his own seat.

"Aw, don't be like that Baby" Sam just received another jab in his side.

"So are you two really going out?" A cheerleader asked, nosing her way into the conversation.

"No, we are not. I'm not even a girl, so I have no idea how those rumours started" Harry stated as he picked at his lunch.

"But honey, I thought you loved me" Sam pretended to look hurt and pouted at Harry.

Harry just poked him "Oh shush" Harry mumbled as tried to hide a smile.

"Hang on, you're not a girl" exclaimed the girl, a look of disbelief on her face.

Harry let out an annoyed sigh. "Well, if you actually look at me properly you'll notice that I no, I am not a girl. And usually when you first meet someone, the general idea is to introduce yourself, not insult them" Harry chastened, while Sam tried to hide his laughter.

"But you're wearing girls clothes" She stated, a look of confusion on her face.

"Yes I know I happen to like wearing women's clothes. They are more comfortable then men's"

"Are you a queer" A jock spat, a look of disgust on his face.

Sam glared at the jock and was about to open his mouth when Harry beat him to it.

"If by queer you mean gay, then yes I am a queer"

"Oh great with have another flaming homo at our school" Another jock muttered.

"Hey, don't talk that way about Harry!" Sam exclaimed angrily.

"Ooh did we hurt your boyfriends feelings, Lady Lips" Sam was about to jump from his to seat to punch the jock when Harry tugged his arm.

"Don't bother Sam, they're not worth it" Harry muttered as he went back to playing with his disgusting food. "Remind to bring my own lunch in tomorrow" He stated as he pushed his food away.

Anything that was about to be said was stopped by the sound of singing. Sam and Harry turned to watch as a bunch of teenagers started to sing 'Empire State of Mind'.

Harry watched with a smile as he saw the dynamic between the group of singers.

"Ooh Sam, look there's Kurt. I met him in Spanish today" Harry said as he pointed out the boy.

"Okay Harry, I see him no need to pull my arm off" Sam said jokingly as Harry was tugging on his arm in excitement.

Harry looked down at his hands and saw them wrapped round Sam's bicep, shaking it incessantly. "Oh, sorry" he mumbled as he unclasped his hands.

Harry went back to watching the group and spotted the mohawked boy from earlier. Now that Harry wasn't blushing and avoiding eye contact with the teen, Harry could actually see the guy properly.

Harry's heart began to flutter in his chest.

He was absolutely gorgeous. Harry checked his mouth to make sure he wasn't drooling, thankfully he wasn't. He watched as the teen danced around with the others and couldn't help but admire the tanned, muscular figure. Harry was in lust.

"-Ry, Harry"

The voice trickled in through the haze that had clouded his mind as he was staring intently at the god like boy.

"Huh?" Harry stated as his vision returned to normal and he saw Sam's amused gaze.

"Harry, you were zooned out, was it by any chance because of that boy with the Mohawk?" Sam asked with a smirk.

"Shut up!" Harry punched Sam in the arm and looked back up at the performers only to make eye contact with the boy he was drooling over. The mohawked boy winked at him and followed the others as they left the stone steps.

"Sam, what was that group called?" Before Sam had the chance to answer, one of the (annoying) nosy cheerleaders butted in.

"Oh, they're the losers, at the bottom of the social heap. Normally I would advise people not to join Glee club, but since you're already a freak, you'd fit right in" She said scathingly as she filed her nails, the other jocks and cheerleaders laughing at her comment.

Harry glared at her, but then smiled at her, cocking his head to the side "You know, I think you're right. I would fit right in, and you know another thing that would be a perfect fit? My fist in your face" He said this in a sickly sweet tone and started to lean across the table towards the cheerleader.

The laughter at the table died immediately and the girl backed away freaked out by his smile.

"Alright Harry, let's go before you make her wet herself" Sam stated as he pulled Harry away from the table.

When they were at a safe distance Sam looked at Harry in shocked awe.

Harry noticed the look and blushed "What?" He questioned as he ducked his head.

Sam looked at the petite teen in shock "I...H-had no idea that you had that in you Harry. You are so cool!" Sam exclaimed.

Harry just threw him a look, concerned for his mental health.

"I mean no offense I thought you were the type to never stand up for yourself you know? Because you're so small but it turns out you can! Did you see the look on their faces, they were totally creeped out. Oh my god, you're like cat women! You have like two sides. One is all sweet, nice and innocent and the other is a viscous fighter that stands up for what it believes in and attacks when insulted"

"Okay Sam you are aware that you just geeked out right?"

Sam sobered up and coughed to try and cover his embarrassment.

Harry giggled and reached out and placed his hand on Sam's arm. "Don't worry, I thought it was cute"

Sam just reached out his arm and pulled Harry in a head lock causing Harry to squeak.

"Hey, let go"

Sam just shook his head and continued to hold Harry in the lock, even when Harry's phone started to ring.

The sounds of Rihanna's song S&M was blasting from Harry's bag, causing Sam to burst out laughing and for Harry to scramble to get his phone.

Looking at the caller ID Harry pressed answer,

"I will kill you" he hissed out.

"That isn't a nice way to greet your wonderful brother" Blaine said as he laughed at Harry's greeting.

"I'm not so sure about the wonderful part BB" Harry stated with a small smile as he tried to wriggle out of Sam's grasp.

"You wound me LB"

Harry just snorted "Oh quit acting all hurt, you're not the one who had 'whips and chains excite me' blaring from their phone"

"You know Sam, I'd really appreciate it if you let go of my head!" Harry exclaimed as continued to struggle.

"Er Harry, am I interrupting something" Blaine sounded shocked and Harry took a few moments to realise why.

He blushed "NO, Sam's just got me in a head lock. There is nothing going on!"

"But Baby, that's not what you said earlier when you wrapped your soft little hands round my big, huge-"

"SAM! Shut UP!" Harry yelled as he finally pulled free out of his grasp.

"Blaine, don't listen to him he's just being a jerk and a liar" Harry hissed out the last word at Sam.

"But Harry I'm not lying, you did have your soft little hands wrapped around my big, huge bicep" Sam stated innocently as Harry tried to explain things to his brother.

"Blaine?"

Blaine's continued silence worried Harry.

"Blaine, are you okay?"

"Hi this is Blaine's friend David. We think he's broken. He's just standing here with his mouth open in shock, mumbling about his 'innocent little brother'".

"Oh god" Harry groaned then hit Sam, as Sam was doubled over in laughter.

"Please tell Blaine, that nothing remotely sexual occurred between me and my ex-friend Sam. Sam was just playing around" Harry trailed off laughing nervously.

"Okay Blaine's little brother we will" David hung up before Harry had a chance to reply. Something in David's tone didn't sit well with him.

Harry huffed and glared at Sam "Well I hope you're happy!"

"Well, yeah I am" Sam ducked out of the way of Harry's fist, laughing at the petite boy.

"I will get you back for this"

Harry walked off, phone in hand, prepared to call his mother; without Sam there to ruin it.

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They rest of the day seemed to drag by and by the end of the first lesson after lunch the story had spread about his 'fight' with the cheerleaders, and the rumour that was spread made him out to be a psychopath, but what got Harry really annoyed was the fact that the majority of the students still thought he was a girl.

"Hey psycho" Sam said in greeting as he met up with Harry outside of the classroom he had just vacated.

Harry just laughed and rolled his eyes.

"Hey Sam, can you sing?" He asked innocently as he looked up into the hazel-green eyes.

"Yeah I can. Why do you want to kn…No I know where you're going with this and I am not going to join glee club"

Sam made the mistake of looking at Harry and his determination to not join glee was slipping slowly away.

Harry pulled out his puppy dog eyes "Please, can you at least come with me; I don't want to go alone" His lip quivered and he scuffed his shoe along the floor.

Sam groaned and nodded causing Harry to clap. "Yay, thank you!" He reached up on his tip-toes and kissed the blonde on the cheek. "I already put our names down on the list"

"I think they should call you a manipulator instead of psycho" Sam muttered as he was dragged along to what he presumed was the choir room.

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Friends:

1. A person known well to another and regarded with liking, affection, and loyalty; an intimate

2. An acquaintance or associate

3. An ally in a fight or cause; supporter

4. A fellow member of a party, society, etc.

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