A/N: Thank you to all of you, who have reviewed and added my story to your alerts and favourites! Also I'm dedicating this chapter to RileeTheRiddler who kindly bought it to my attention that my story had been plagiarised and has been really kind and supportive. Even though this has shaken me up and annoyed me to no end that someone has stolen my work, rest assured that I refuse to leave this story.
I'd also like to apologise to you all about how late this chapter is. I won't bore you with the details of the events that have occurred in my life the past few months but I do believe that I owe you guys an apology after you have all been so supportive and wonderful to me! So again I'm so sorry guys! Anyway rant and blubbering over; I hope you all enjoy this chapter!
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.
"Speech"
'Thoughts/ Dreams'
"Phone Conversation"
'Flash Back'
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Chapter Ten: Resist
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Resist:
1. To withstand, strive against, or oppose: to resist temptation.
2. To withstand the action or effect of.
3. To refrain or abstain from, especially with difficulty or reluctance.
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Harry sighed heavily as he pulled up into McKinley's parking lot and smoothly parked his car. He took a couple of deep breaths to ready himself for the day and the prospect of ignoring Noah Puckerman. Hearing yelling Harry looked out of his car window and was pretty sure his mouth fell open in shock as he saw Noah and Finn playfully shove each other as they ambled their way across the parking lot. Now this scene wasn't what had Harry gaping, no it was the fact that Noah was wearing a pair of tight dark wash denims with an equally tight black t-shirt that showed off Noah's gorgeously sculpted body to perfection. Did Harry mention they were tight?
Harry let his head fall onto his steering wheel, letting out a groan. Today was going to be a long one, Harry was certain of it. A sharp tap to his window made him jump in shock and caused him to bump his head off of the cream steering wheel. He shot a glare at Sam whilst rubbing his head and pulling his bag towards him as he slid out of the car, 'accidently' hitting a smirking Sam with his car door.
Sam pouted and rubbed his stomach which took the brunt of the blow.
"You hurt me Harry" Sam still pouted and lifted up his t-shirt displaying his rather impressive abdominal muscles. "I think you should kiss them better"
Harry just lifted his eyebrow in disbelief "Kiss is better? What are you four?"
Sam's pout just grew bigger and he scuffed his shoes against the ground. "Why are you so mean to me Harry?" Sam's voice wobbled in an attempt to sound upset but he pulled it off spectacularly bad.
Harry just rolled his eyes and locked his car and began making his way towards the entrance to the school.
"Sam, knock it off. I'm not buying the I'm upset routine, I bet it didn't even hurt when I hit you"
Sam just gaped in mock disbelief and sniffed loudly "Well, I don't deserve that sort of treatment, I thought you were my best friend forever" He pretended to cry into his arms which he had lent against his locker door.
Harry just laughed at his antics and hugged him round his middle.
"I don't know what came over me Mr Evans; could you possibly find it in your heart to forgive me?"
Sam smiled "Well Mr Anderson, I think I could" Sam wrapped Harry up in a hug "But you still need to kiss the booboo better" Sam darted down the hall after that to escape Harry's reaction.
"Dream on Evans" Harry shouted down the hall, laughing and shaking his head at his friend's antics.
He completely choose to ignore the students that were watching the display 'No doubt another rumour about me and Sam will have circulated by the time I get to second period'
Harry struggled with his locker door again; unfortunately Sam had run off before he could help open the metal door.
"Merlin, why did I have to get the bloody duff locker" Harry mumbled to himself as he wrestled with the piece of grey metal, using both of his hands to try and pry it open.
Suddenly a pair of extremely muscled arms reached round Harry and the large, tan hands closed around his small pale ones. Harry stopped breathing as he felt the muscled body press against his back and he just about managed to restrain himself from leaning back into the pleasurable warmth he felt radiating from the body behind him.
"Need some help?"
It was a pointless question; everyone could clearly see that Harry was struggling.
Harry could only nod as he couldn't trust his voice not to squeak.
The body just pressed more firmly against his back and the strong hands opened the door as easily as opening a book.
Harry was spun round and this time he did squeak as he looked up into the gorgeous face of Noah Puckerman.
"Thanks Noah" Harry managed to stutter out as the arms wrapped more tightly around him.
Noah just chuckled "Anytime Harry" He whispered and as suddenly as he appeared he left.
Harry lent heavily against the locker, forgetting that his door was open and yelped in shock when his head fell back further than he expected.
Ducking to try and cover his increasing blush he hastily gathered his books, slammed his locker door shut and hurried to his first lesson which appeared to be art.
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Harry managed to reach his classroom just before the bell rang out and he breathed a small sigh of relief that he wouldn't get a tardy.
The teacher looked up at him and smiled.
"You must be Harry Anderson, welcome to my class" Harry instantly liked his art teacher, she had shoulder length bright pink hair that judging by the roots used to be a dark brown. She wore a plain black t-shirt, but what really drew people's attention was the brightly multi-coloured long skirt that swished whenever she moved. Harry also noticed that her arms were littered with an array of different bracelets.
"And you must be Miss Paige" Harry said as he moved further into the classroom.
Miss Paige laughed lightly waved him over, her bracelets jingling lightly.
"Such politeness, I'm not used to that." She smiled at Harry "Please just call me Heather, everyone else does"
Harry smiled back and nodded.
"Well you've joined us at an exciting time as today we're going to be learning about Photorealism"
Her smile was infectious and the whole class smiled with her.
"Now why don't you go and take a seat next to Noah"
Harry's head whipped round to the direction she was pointing and saw Noah sitting at the back of the classroom a smirk forming on his face.
"Oh before you go and join him, here" She placed a large sketch pad in his arms along with an assortment of drawing pencils. She moved behind him and gently pushed him in the direction of the desk.
Harry made his way, slowly towards the mohawked teen.
'Why is this happening to me today?' Harry thought as he reached the large wooden desk that was splattered with old paint stains.
He dropped his sketch pad and pencils down and dropped down in his seat, trying his best to ignore the object of his desire.
"Okay class, is everyone settled? Right well I'll begin than shall I?" The teacher hopped up onto her desk, kicked off her shoes and drew her legs up so she was sitting cross legged as though she was doing a yoga position.
"Right, is everyone comfortable? I know I am." After looking round at the entire class she began.
"Well Photorealism, Super Realism, Sharp Focus Realism, Hyper Realism, or whatever you want to call it are basically one in the same, you can call it whichever of these labels you prefer and argue about the minute details between the styles, but ultimately they're all art styles where the illusion of reality is created through paint so the result looks more like a large, sharply focused photo than anything else."
Her enthusiasm was incredible as she talked about art. Harry decided that art was now one of his favorite lessons, regardless to whether he had talent or not. He also decided that Miss Paige was his new favorite teacher.
"Photorealism is a style which often seems more real than reality, with detail down to the last grain of sand and wrinkle on someone's face. Where nothing is left out, nothing is too insignificant or unimportant not to be included in the painting."
Miss Paige suddenly twisted the top part of her body so she was facing the wall behind her and she bent over the edge of the desk pulling up a laptop with her as she righted herself.
"Give me a minute guys, just talk among yourselves for a sec while I get this booted up"
The class broke out into quiet murmurs', as if they were scared of breaking the calm atmosphere that the teacher had created.
Harry tried to ignore Noah as best as he could but he found it quite difficult to not look at him.
Harry noticed movement out of the corner of his eye and noticed that Noah had twisted sideways in his seat, his knees brushing against the side of Harry's chair.
Harry continued to stare straight ahead, knowing that if he made eye contact with Noah he would turn to jelly.
Harry was suddenly jolted and had to clasp his hands over his mouth to muffle the yelp that sprang from his throat.
Noah had hooked his foot around one of the legs of Harry's chair and had succeeded in pulling Harry further towards him.
Harry threw a glare at Noah and tried to move his chair back into its original position but Harry couldn't win against Noah's strength. He lent back in his chair pouting and crossed his arms.
Noah lent forwards and whispered in Harry's ear. "So, why are you trying to ignore me Sweet Cheeks?"
Harry's cheeks- facial ones that is- flushed bright red at the nickname.
"I'm not trying to ignore you" Harry lied still not meeting Noah's eyes.
Noah just chuckled "That's bull and you know it. Maybe I'd believe you if you weren't being so obvious about it"
Harry just blushed even harder and tried in vain to turn in chair around.
"Hey, why are you ignoring me" Noah demanded as he grasped Harry's chin in his hand and gently pulled Harry's face so it was facing his.
Noah frowned as Harry refused to meet his eyes. "Harry, tell me what have I done wrong"
Harry finally met his eyes and stopped trying to move away from him.
"Noah" Harry sighed as he quickly glanced around the room "It's about yesterday, about the kiss" Harry whispered.
Noah smirked "That kiss was pretty rockin' don't worry there's plenty more where that came from"
"That's not what I'm worried about Noah; I'm not going to kiss you again anytime soon. I honestly don't know why I did that yesterday, I shouldn't have done it" Harry started nibbling on his bottom lip
"You don't have to worry about what people will say; I'm a stud no one will fault you with wanting to get some of the Puckasuarus"Noah flexed his arms and winked at Harry.
Harry snorted and raised one of his eyebrows "Puckasuarus? Really?"
"What, it's a bitchin name"
Harry shook his head slightly 'don't get sucked in. Resist, resist'
"Noah, I'm not going to be some dirty little secret and I'm definitely not going to make a habit out of kissing you in dirty toilets either" Harry stated.
"Aw Babe that's what they all say at first but I'll give you a ride that you'll never forget" Noah leered at Harry.
Harry just glared at Noah "That's just it Noah, I'm not the kind of person that goes around having one night stands or whatever you want to call it with people. I like to go slow, I like being in a relationship. I'm more than happy being your friend but I know that you can't give me what I want."
Noah gaped at Harry "How would you know that I can't give you that"
Harry let out a small sigh "Noah, I know your reputation; I know that you won't be able to give me a monogamous relationship or one at all. Can we just be friends please?"
Seeing Noah's smirk Harry cut off his train of thought "Normal friends, not friends with benefits"
"Fine, for now. But I will prove that I can be in a monogamous relationship with you"
"That's great you do that but I believe we will both benefit from getting to know each other as friends"
Noah's response was cut off when Miss Paige clapped to gain the classes' attention.
"Right, I finally managed to locate the folder for this lesson."
She reached her arm up and pointed a little black device at the screen behind her and clicked, staring the slideshow.
"Guys I want you to pay attention to the detail in these pictures of paintings okay? Now…"
Noah and Harry didn't speak for the rest of the lesson and when the bell rang Harry shot straight out of his seat and darted out of the door. There was only so much he could take of Noah before throwing himself on the muscled body, but he must resist.
He wanted a lot more than a quick fuck.
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"Harry still won't kiss my poor abs better" Sam pouted as he dropped his tray down on the 'Gleek' table.
Everyone looked at Sam in shock before Artie broke the silence.
"Okay, um what in the hell?"
Harry sent a bitch glare at Sam "Just ignore him, he's just upset that I hit him with my car door"
Silence still hung over the glee table.
"I repeat, what in the hell?" Artie said as he stared at Harry and Sam.
Seeing how Sam started shovelling food in his large mouth Harry regaled them with the story.
"And now he keeps on saying that 'I need to kiss his booboo better'" Harry huffed as he finished, he looked around at his fellow glee members expecting to see sympathy, instead he just amusement.
Harry pouted and copied Sam's earlier action of eating his lunch, though with more dignity and to escape the amused looks.
"Are you sure that you two aren't together?" Tina asked as she looked at them in disbelief.
Sam just burst out into laughter, while Harry glared at him. The rest of the table looked at them as though they were insane.
"No, we're just friends, though Samuel does not help the rumours at all" Harry stated as he still glared at Sam.
"Naw babe, don't be like that, I thought you loved me?" Sam said as he slung an arm across Harry's shoulders.
Harry just sighed and didn't even bother to try and move the arm; he knew it would be pointless and just succeed in him getting even more annoyed.
He failed to see the look of jealously that was displayed on Noah's face.
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"Okay guys, I've decided that this week we'll be doing duets" Mr Schuster exclaimed as he entered the room, instantly causing a buzz of excitement to fill the room.
Mr Schuster just laughed "Alright guys lets settle down" He waited till the group of misfit teens fell silent "Now the theme I want you guys to do is" He paused and uncapped the black marker and the only sound that filled the room for a brief moment was the squeak the pen caused as it was dragged across the surface.
Once Mr Schuster moved away from the board and waved his arm in a dramatic flair some of the teenagers let out sounds of appreciation.
Written on the board was 'Freestyle'.
"Finally we actually get to sing what we want"
"Hell yeah"
"But Mr Schu isn't the lack of an actual theme going to hinder the majority of the group as they won't know what song to sing that will complement their voice. I mean I personally will have no difficulty in picking out a song, but the rest will most likely go for songs that while popular, they won't be the best to sing" Throughout the speech Rachel hardly drew breath and aside from Sam and Harry-who looked shocked- the rest just glared slightly at Rachel as though it was common occurrence.
"Now Rachel I have full faith that people will do this well. Now I've decided to use the hat of fate, one team will have to have three people as there are an odd number of people."
Mr Schuster chuckled lightly as he noticed that some of his students counted themselves to double check what he had said.
Mr Shuster picked up the black hat and shook it slightly causing the paper to crinkle.
"Rachel you're up first" Rachel shot up out of her seat and strode towards the hat making a show of mixing up the names before she pulled one out.
"Santana" She said dejectedly.
Santana just glared, but moved towards Rachel to discuss song choices.
Mercedes was paired with Tina, Mike with Artie, Quinn with Brittany; Finn with Puck and Sam- Harry barely contained his shout of relief, because how the hell would have he been able to resist Noah then- And Harry was paired with Kurt who smiled at Harry in excitement. Harry couldn't help but smile back. It would be good to get to know the other teen. Also this project would provide a distraction from Noah, after all he must resist.
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Resist:
1. To withstand, strive against, or oppose: to resist temptation.
2. To withstand the action or effect of.
3. To refrain or abstain from, especially with difficulty or reluctance.
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A/N: Duckies, oh my Duckies I'm so sorry for this being late, but anyway I bet you were expecting me to pair Harry with Noah weren't you? I was thinking about it but then it's be too easy for them ;)
Please R&R they make my day when you do because your opinion matters to me and wow did that sound corny, Lol.