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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.

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'Thoughts'

"Phone Conversation"

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Chapter Six: Glee

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Glee:

1. Jubilant delight; joy.

Glee Club:

A club organized to sing together.

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Harry could always remember the first time he heard music and singing; even though he was a baby at the time, he had always remembered the lullaby that his mom used to sing to him. It was the only memory Harry could clearly recall. He remembered that Lily used to wind up a deer figurine and it would play a soft gentle tune that she would always hum or sing to, to get him to sleep or to calm him down. He remembered the love and comfort that the lullaby created and he always associated music with those feelings.

Harry vividly remembered that on the night of James' and Lily's death, that Lily had sung the lullaby to him, in hopes to sooth herself as well as him. It was one of the most heart wrenching memories Harry had. He remembered the deer figurine tumbling to the floor, and he remembered that it still played its lullaby. He remembered a cruel, evil man and he remembered that the figurine stopped its lullaby the moment his mom's body hit the floor.

Though, while the memory was still horrible for Harry, he still felt the same comfort and love when he thought of the lullaby. His life at the Dursley's had been a constant form of torture and the only way Harry could feel loved and comforted was when he sang or hummed the lullaby to himself, at first he sang it as loudly as he could in hopes to drive away the negative feelings his relative's caused. He soon learned that anything other than the sounds of 'Please, Thank you, no and yes' coming out of his mouth would earn him a one way ticket to his cupboard with no food or water for a week.

But Harry still sang, though he made damn well sure his relative's couldn't hear him. Even at his young age he refused to completely give up the only way he felt loved and comforted.

Throughout his life Harry felt that music held a special place in his heart, but he was forced to repress it while at Hogwarts, in case people looked down at him for it.

Blaine had soon taught him that music was a very good thing. It was through Blaine that he had developed his wide range in music tastes. Harry believed that music was such a free form of expression and that it could make people feel all kinds of emotions, from love, to sadness to anger.

Music had the power to heal and to make people feel. He loved it and always listened to Blaine when he talked about the Warblers. At first Harry had no idea as to what Blaine was talking about but he soon learned all about how amazing Glee clubs were, though he had to admit that Blaine, when he wanted to be, could be very extensive in his 'talks' and about a quarter of the way through Blaine's 'Glee is amazing' speech Harry was always bored, he knew all about the Warblers and about how Blaine was going to audition for the lead now that he had more experience and had 'perfected' his voice. To be honest Harry knew more than he wanted to, but he didn't tell Blaine that.

Though he did like the idea of belonging in a group who shared the same passions and shared a bond no-one else not a part of the group would understand.

So when Harry saw the glee club today at lunch he immediately wanted to join. It had nothing to do what so ever with the Mohawked boy. None at all. Nada. Zilch…Okay so maybe slightly, but the main reason he wanted to join was because he loved how happy the people in the group looked and he wanted to be a part of that.

"Harry, I really hate you right now" Sam whined as he was dragged towards what he assumed must be the choir room.

Harry looked up into the blonde's face and smirked "No you don't" He said in a sing song voice.

Sam pouted and dropped his head down in defeat "Okay fine, I don't! But I hate the fact that you tricked me into this. Damn your puppy dog eyes" He muttered.

Harry just laughed "I think that you hate the fact that you actually like the idea of being in glee club"

Sam stopped in his tracks, a look of shock marring his face. He spluttered "Wh-No I don't!"

"Oh so you don't hate the fact that you like the idea of being in glee?" Harry grinned cheekily as he twisted Sam's words.

Sam glared at him "No, as in I don't like the idea of being in glee"

"Uh-huh, keep telling yourself that Sammy" Harry said as he moved to grab Sam's arm, to drag him the last few metres to the choir room.

Sam suddenly smirked and reached out and grabbed Harry's sides, tickling him in revenge.

Harry started squealing and laughing trying to squirm away, but Harry had no such luck. If he found it difficult to get out of Blaine's grasp, it was sure as hell impossible to get out of Sam's. Unnoticed by the pair of laughing teens, Harry's squirming and movement had caused them to stumble through the open door way of the choir room.

Everyone in the room stopped their conversations as a pair of teens came crashing into the room giggling like five year olds. Santana was the first to break the silence that had descended on New Directions.

"What the fuck?"

"Santana! Watch your language!" Mr Shuester stated, and you could tell by the tone of his voice that it was just a reflex action.

That caused the strangers to abruptly stop laughing. The pair stepped out of each other's space and it took New Direction's the whole of a few seconds to realise that they were the new transfer kids.

Harry blushed bright red and ducked his head; he couldn't believe that had entered the room like that!

Sam just coughed nervously, fidgeting on the spot as he felt everyone's eyes upon him.

Mr Shuester took it upon himself to break the silence "Mr Anderson, Mr Evans. I'm so glad that you decided to join New Directions" He gestured with his arm for the boys to join him and after a little hesitance they both did.

Mr Shuester smiled and turned towards the others "Guys, this is Harry Anderson and Sam Evans. They were the two I was telling you about, the ones who signed the list"

"Actually, Harry signed my name. I was only told about glee club when he was dragging me towards the choir room" Sam spoke up and smirked down at Harry.

Harry looked up at him in shock and Sam could tell by the look in his eyes that Harry wanted to strangle him.

Before Harry had a chance to speak someone else beat him too it.

"Wait, so you're a guy" This came from the bespectacled boy in the wheelchair.

Harry looked offended and crossed his arms "Yes, I am! Don't tell me you actually believed the rumours about me?" He exclaimed.

The majority of them shuffled nervously in their seats.

"So you all believed that I was a girl, who's dating Sam, who's psychopathic and threatened to knife a cheerleader?" He asked.

Judging by the silence in the room, they did.

Harry groaned in frustration and crossed his arms "Well I can assure you that I'm very much a boy I'm not dating Sam and I didn't threaten to knife a cheerleader. I threatened to punch her" Harry pouted and his comment caused everyone, apart from Sam to look at him in shock.

"You threatened to punch her?" A tall jock type asked.

"It was so cool, you should have seen it!" Sam sounded like an excited five year old. "We had just finished watching you guys perform, and Harry asked me what you were called but before I could tell him I didn't know, the nosy cheerleader said that you were losers and all this other crap. Then she said that Harry would fit right in with the 'freaks'."

The teenagers didn't look affected by being called freaks but were shocked when Harry was called one; they were also confused as to why Sam sounded excited about Harry being called a 'freak'.

Before anyone could ask why Harry was called a freak Sam ploughed on with the story "Harry just smiled at her, and said and I quote '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' It was so cool to watch" Sam exclaimed bouncing on the balls of his feet.

They just looked at Harry in shock.

"Why did they call you a freak" A small brunette girl asked.

Harry looked at her with a grim smile "Because I told them that I was a guy and that I was gay" Sam pulled Harry into his side to offer comfort as he could tell Harry was affected by the words said to him, more so than he let on.

Rachael along with a few others gasped "I'm so sorry you had to go through that on your first day" A gothic girl said.

Harry just shrugged, and then smiled "Anyway, what are your names?" He asked as he looked at everyone, well nearly everyone. He avoided looking into the Mohawked boys eyes.

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After Harry and Sam learnt of everyone's names, they found out that they didn't actually have to sing in front of everyone if they didn't want to as New Directions wasn't a group that you had to audition for.

"I still don't get why the rumour about me being a girl started" Harry said from his place beside Kurt.

"You are kidding, right?" Santana asked as she looked at the new kid in disbelief.

Harry just shook his head.

"Well newbie, you're wearing girl's clothes, you're nearly the same size as Man-Hands here and let's not forget about the fact that you have really long hair"

Harry stood up in anger "So if a girl wore guys clothes and was really tall and had short hair, would that make her a boy?" Harry asked as he glared at the Hispanic girl. The others in the room just watched the display, it was like a train wreck, and you couldn't take your eyes off of it.

Santana actually gaped in shock "Well no" she said as she stared at the petite boy.

"Well then, why is it that I'm a girl if I enjoy wearing girl's clothes and happen to have longish hair!" He asked the girl.

Santana couldn't formulate a reply, still in shock that someone stood up to her. After a few seconds Santana snapped out of her shock and glared at the boy.

"I don't know tranny! Stop asking me questions, it's not my fault you're gender confused!"

Harry snorted and shook his head "The term is cross-dressing! And I am not gender confused, I happen to like the fact that I have a cock!" Harry raised his voice in his anger.

Santana got toe to toe with the boy, causing him to lift his neck to look at the taller girl "I'd appreciate it if you stopped shouting at me you midget!" Santana's voice was also getting louder. "You wanted an answer and I gave you one, it's not my fault that you don't like it. If you want the rumours to stop, why don't you act like a boy, instead of skipping around like a girl?"

Harry felt his eyes water, but he blinked back the tears "You know what, I thought glee club would be free from insults and discrimination, but I was wrong. I don't think I want to be in a club that insults and discriminates." Harry strode out of the room, ignoring Sam's call for him to stop.

Harry was glad that classes were already over for the day, he definitely didn't want another rumour going around about him.

"Santana, why do you have to be so mean, all of the time" Kurt exclaimed as he watched Harry all but run from the room. He noticed how Puck held Sam back from running after the small teen and went after him himself. Intriguing.

"It's not my problem that he's so sensitive. Anyway he asked and I answered" She crossed her arms and dropped back down in her seat.

"Santana there was absolutely no reason to do that. You were extremely rude and harsh." Mr Shuester told Santana off, disappointment lacing his voice.

She just rolled her eyes "The midget will be fine."

"You better hope so Santana or I will hurt you, regardless to the fact that you're a girl!" Sam threatened as he glared at her "Did it ever occur to you that you were hurting his feelings, or that you ruined the one place Harry was looking forward to joining. He believed that this group was all about being happy and having friends and you went and proved him wrong. Well congratulations you succeed in being a bitch." Sam all but growled out as he went to leave the room to search for Harry, regardless to the fact that Puck had gone already.

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Harry burst into the nearest toilets he could find and angrily wiped at his face. He did not want to cry over some girl's harsh words, he didn't, yet he still felt the tears slide down his face. He never thought that high school would be easy, but he didn't believe it could be so horrible.

"You know, you shouldn't pay attention to Satan, she talks shit" The voice made Harry jump and he turned towards the direction of the door to see Noah standing there.

'Great, it's bad enough that I'm crying, but now he can see me being a wuss'

Harry just turned towards the sinks and twisted the tap, making it gush with water.

"I highly doubt that she talks shit. She seems like the type to tell the truth, whilst being unnecessarily mean." Harry splashed some of the cool water on his face, making in sigh slightly in relief. His face felt hot from the tears, as well as the blush that seemed to have made permanent residence on his face.

Noah remained silent, but handed Harry a paper towel.

Harry glanced at him and noticed that he was slightly uncomfortable, judging by the hands stuffed into the pockets of his letterman jacket.

"You know you don't have to be here" Harry stated as he tossed the used paper towel into the metal bin.

"Yeah I know" Noah stated as he continued to stare at the petite boy.

"Then why are you here?" Harry asked his head cocked to the side in confusion.

Noah just shrugged "Fuck if I know"

For some reason the comment caused Harry to giggle. "Well, no matter the reason, thank you for seeing if I was alright"

"It's no problem"

In a fit of bravery Harry leaned up on his tip toes and placed a kiss on Noah's cheek.

He noticed that Noah's eyes widened in shock as one of his hands came up to touch the cheek that Harry had kissed.

"Noah, can I ask a question" Harry asked as he eyed the boy with curiosity.

Noah mumbled a yes.

"Did you think I was a girl when you smacked my arse?" Harry really, really hoped Noah said no. He would be crushed if Noah mistook him for a girl.

Noah suddenly regained his composure and smirked down at Harry. The smirk, Harry decided was entirely too sexy to be legal.

"I knew you were a boy, I've been with enough girls and boys to know the difference" He stated cockily as he leered down at Harry. Harry's blush attacked at full force and he looked down at his feet, trying to cover it.

He felt a hand lift his chin and he was gazing into deep pools of brown.

"You so look sexy when you blush" He leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss against Harry's plump red ones.

Harry gasped into the kiss as he felt a spark of electricity when their lips touched.

Noah pulled away slightly then plunged back in, kissing Harry with more force, wrapping his hands round the small waist and pulling him closer to meld his body against his own. Harry wrapped his arms around Noah's neck and lifted himself onto his tip toes.

He had never ever been kissed this way before and he loved the new sensations it caused. The pressure of Noah's lips against his was delicious and caused Harry to moan low in his throat as the lips massaged his, a tongue brushed against them and Harry gasped at the feeling, letting the muscle explore his mouth. He moaned again when their tongues made contact and soon began a heated dance of dominance; Harry happily lost and pressed himself closer to the taller teen, running his small hands through the surprisingly soft Mohawk.

Noah moaned at the closer contact and gripped Harry tighter. He had never been this attracted to someone before, and that was saying something. There was something about Harry that just pulled him in and Noah wanted to be pulled in.

They broke the kiss when air became a necessity and they stood there gasping for breath, pressed against each other for support.

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Glee:

1. Jubilant delight; joy.

Glee Club:

A club organized to sing together.

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A/N: Oh my god! You have no idea how hard it was for me to write this chapter! I've rewritten it like five times and I'm still not happy with the outcome. Errugh, it's so frustrating!

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