A/N: Whaaa! This was fun to write! :) This gives some insight to them all! And it was sparked with watching AVPM and AVPS. Darren Criss really looks like Harry… with hazel eyes… There'll be a third part to this 'verse, I think. At least I want to know what happens next.

Harry Fado was the only one who noticed the Wicked reference and mentioned it so I felt compelled to mention him. (assuming Harry Fado is a boy, feel free to correct me if I'm wrong) (Yes, I've seen the musical and read the books! All in a months work… :) )

BTW, this happens just before Original Song, so Blaine still hasn't realized he's in love with Kurt… and Harry just likes teasing Kurt, at this point that is… I have no idea how this will end! Help? Leave a review!

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Kurt wasn't regretting his decision. No, he wasn't, who told you other vice? It certainly couldn't have been Finn, being the only one to know of his decision and they hadn't really talked about that since the Blaine-Rachel (or nicknamed Raine by New Directions) disaster. Blaine was now single and as gay as before that whole mess. Not that Kurt went back to being desperate for Blaine, no. No matter how charming Blaine was being, no matter how thoughtful he was, Kurt had given up on him. Especially after he found out Blaine didn't think he was sexy… way to damage a guy's self-esteem…

No, the problem was his new, British, very-Blaine-alike roommate Harry Potter. And Kurt wasn't even attracted to him because of his resemblance to Blaine… though his reaction to a photo of Blaine had been somewhat amusing… but mostly intriguing…

Flashback:

Kurt had been flittering around the dorm, arranging his things. This was the result of one too many cups of coffee too late in the afternoon, curtsy of Blaine. Harry had been in the shower after complaining to Kurt about his unusually chipper mood and a slight headache.

The photos on Kurt's nightstand had been rearranged. Before, the photos of his family had been on the front and friends had been in the back, slightly covered by the ones in front of them. Now the picture of Blaine was on fore front and it drew Harry's attention right after he got out of the shower, with only a towel around his hips.

"Who's that?" he'd asked and pointed at the photo.

Kurt, who had been shuffling through some papers by his desk, looked up and blinked. "Huh? Oh? That's Blaine. That was taken a little after I transferred to Dalton and Blaine was still showing me the ropes here."

"He looks like dad…" Harry said quietly, like it meant something to him other than a coincidence. Kurt was quite sure he wasn't meant to hear that… "I-I mean he looks quite a lot like my handsome self, doesn't he?"

Kurt snorted. "Actually I think you look like him. I did meet Blaine first after all."

Harry turned to grin at him. "But you don't argue the fact that I'm handsome?"

"Who am I to argue with the truth?" scoffed Kurt. "Though it's more like he's handsome and you're just a cheep copy," he teased and turned back to his task.

"Oh, how you wound me!" Harry said histrionically as he flopped to his bed, hand clutched to his heart. "I'll have you know I won "The Handsomest Boy in School" for the last three years at Hogwarts. The first was a fluke because my best competitor died in an accident but I still won it."

"That just means they're not blind," laughed Kurt and set his papers down for the last time. He went to sit on his bed, facing Harry lounging on the other. He could feel the caffeine wearing off and was thankful for it. He needed his sleep… sweet, deep sleep… "But as you look like Blaine, it's no surprise."

Harry laughed out loud and the bed squeaked which led to Kurt joining his laughter.

End flashback:

That was another thing that sometimes bothered Kurt. Harry had so many secrets. What kind of school Hogwarts was? What kind of accident killed his classmate? What happened to his parents? Did he have a good childhood? How come he didn't know how to use the computer? Any questions about personal history got rejected or answered in a round bout way. Kurt knew how Harry and his best friend Ron met but not how they befriended their other best friend Hermione. Kurt knew what kind of teachers worked at Hogwarts but not what they taught. He knew that Harry had been in front of the court but not for what. He knew Harry's godfather had died when he was fifteen but he didn't know the cause of the death.

It was like he knew Harry but he didn't know what made him so and that was frustrating. It was like a repeat of the whole Blaine incident, even with the crush.

Umm… yeah. How was he supposed to keep to his decision when he falls to the next handsome, nice, mysterious… dark… most likely bi… guy? Even if Harry mostly acted like Prince Charming and was originally from somewhere else than Ohio, what guarantees did he have that Harry would get out of these back water towns? Not that was a requirement for their relationship (if there was ever going to be one) but it would be nice… But he wasn't going to start anything. He was tired of always being the chaser… it would be nice to be the chasee every now and then…

A few hints wouldn't hurt, right? Just to see if Harry would be interested, of course…

A smirk flittered over Kurt's face as he turned to face the sleeping person on the other side of the room. This was going to be fun…

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Skimpy outfits weren't new to Kurt, that's easy to say, but trying to turn something as ordinary as the Dalton uniform into something that would ooze sex appeal was something of a challenge. Kurt read and re-read the rules considering the use of the uniform and listed every meaning of every word in the rules on a piece of paper. After that it was kind of easy to accessorize the uniform the way he wanted.

For example, no where in the rules did it say that you had to use your belt to keep your pants up, nor did they specify what type of belt had to be used, or that the dress shirt had to be tucked to their pants. That made it possible for Kurt to draw attention to himself by the creative use of his belts. Funny thing that… before he hadn't given belts much of a thought and had owned very few of them but after a weekend of shopping with Mercedes, he came back with a lot of more belts, each one more attention grabbing than the last yet always in the acceptable colors.

Another example was hair style. Sure, it was said that you couldn't dye your hair or have a Mohawk but other than that, you were free to do what you wanted with your hair which pretty much meant 'goodbye perfectly coifed hair'… at least until he was free… He had done spiked hair (Blaine nearly died of shock… Harry glanced at his hair and grinned), back slicked hair (Blaine nodded approvingly, Harry had grimaced… Kurt decided not to do that ever again…), messed hair (Blaine frowned, Harry smirked) and he'd even tried bed hair (Blaine walked into a wall, Harry was happy to get to the bathroom early (when he woke up enough to notice Kurt's hair, he complimented him on his nice, natural waves)).

Of course, the teachers tried to stop his creativity and give him detention but when he quoted the rules to them, they had to let him do as he pleased. Kurt was eternally grateful for having had listened in on Sue Sylvester's talks with principal Figgins… they taught him probably more than any of his classes at McKinley…

Some of the other students had heard him do so and had decided that the little personality Kurt had managed to weasel into his uniform was cool and did the same… Kurt always knew he'd be a trend setter one day but he never expected it to happen this early in his life. To his surprise Harry had taken to having two belts hug his hips, hanging on different sides over his shirt. On his right side hung his key ring, on his left a bunch of writing utensils (and invisible to all but himself, on his left hip was his wand holster). Kurt found Harry's use of belts incredibly sexy, especially with the way the belts plastered Harry's shirt to his torso and highlighting Harry's gorgeous ass… it was hard not to stare…

Anyway, these small changes in his wardrobe outside the dorm was nothing compared to what went inside the flat. Every night Kurt would change to small, hip hugging shots that made his perky bottom look delicious, and a top so that he could yoga without restrictions. If Harry was in the room Kurt made sure to do all the most provocative stances, enjoying the fell of Harry's eyes on him. If Harry wasn't in the room, Kurt would have a long shower while waiting for Harry to return to the room and then come out, deliberately only half covered and still wet. When Kurt studied, he did so while lounging on his bed, feet kicking in the air and often a lollipop in his mouth, being licked and sucked very suggestively, but only if Harry was in the room.

And the best thing was, Harry didn't act like Kurt bothered him! Sometimes he even flirted right back! And it wasn't Blaine's 'I-flirt-with-everybody' flirting but more like 'I'm-really-interested-in-you' type of flirting!

At the moment Kurt was sitting in the armchair in their common room, his legs neatly folded under him, and Vogue on his lap. There was knocking on their common door and as Harry was the closest to the door he rose and opened it. Silence reigned in the immediate area and Kurt was the last one to look to the door. There stood Harry and Blaine, staring at each other with wide eyes. Finally Harry blinked and then smirked mischievously.

"Kurt, my less handsome doppelganger is here," he called over his shoulder and stepped aside to let Blaine enter.

"Hey Blaine!" called Kurt from his spot and waved the still surprised boy to a seat in front of him. "So? What do I owe the pleasure for you visiting me at… nine thirty-seven in the evening? With only twenty three minutes to curfew too."

Blaine, still staring at Harry with wide eyes, sat in front of Kurt, his uniform wrinkling a little.

"I think we broke him," Harry stage whispered to Kurt, leaning over Kurt's chair's back before straightening. "Who wants some tea?"

"Oh? Would you make some?" Kurt asked with his best puppy eyes. Harry didn't drink coffee and he had many different brands of tea in the dorm kitchen, some of them caffeine free for evenings, and everyone on their flat knew that when Harry made tea, it was better than coffee. It made people feel better, sometimes even cheering them.

"Sure, chamomile okay to you both?" Harry asked the other two who nodded. He turned to the kitchenette, letting the two have an illusion of privacy.

Blaine pointed his finger slowly at Harry. "Who…?"

"Harry Potter," Kurt answered the unfinished question. "My new roommate from England."

"How does he…?" Blaine asked, still pointing at Harry, with a slight frown on his face.

"Look like you?" Kurt asked. "No idea. I've seen pictures of his parents and you're an exact copy of Harry's dad, James Potter, when he was young. Your eyes are just slightly greener than Mr. Potter's, and he had glasses, like Harry. If I didn't know better I'd say you two were siblings, twins even as you have the same birthday."

"Really?" frowned Blaine as he finally lowered his finger. "You know, I was actually adopted from England by mom and dad in January 1996. No one knew anything about me, other than that I'd been found outside the orphanage in the morning after Halloween 1995."

"Really?" asked Harry and poked his head out from the kitchenette with a frown. "My parents were murdered on Halloween 1995 and I was given to my mum's sister, aunt Petunia. I wouldn't be surprised if we really were twins though… It'd be just another weird thing in my life that I'd been lied about."

The two other boys looked surprised at this. "What do you mean?" Blaine asked.

Harry shrugged. "Before I turned eleven I thought my parents had died in a car crash and that they were useless drunks. Then I found out they were murdered because of their political opinions and that they were good people. That wasn't exactly true either as dad had been something of a bully in school and mum held grudges far longer than healthy. My godfather on the other hand had been convicted for their murder because all the evidence pointed in his direction and I hated him for a good time before finding out he'd been framed. Too bad he died two years later. And let's not even go to some of my friends who I found out were only my friends because they were being paid by money stolen from me. Finding out I could have a twin wouldn't be all that big, believe me."

Kurt and Blaine glanced at each other. That was some story… Of course Kurt knew some small bits but when outlined like that… it sounded a lot worse. Yet it just made Kurt want to take hold of Harry and never let go, so that they could take care of each other. Kurt could be the loving… umm… presence Harry hadn't had before and Harry could be the loving protector Kurt sometimes needed. Other vice he just wanted to be loved, like anyone else, really…

"I… don't know what to say…" Blaine finally says.

"Not many do," Harry grinned. "That's the best part of the whole thing, making people think about all of their own little white lies and how big they actually are. Now think about it. How would you life change if all your white lies came out? And not only the small ones but the bigger ones too? I changed the continent, what would you do?"

Kurt shrugged. "My life wouldn't change much, my dad can tell when I'm lying, even with the small white lies and somehow he always weasels the truth out of me. Sure, there are some small things I like to keep covered up but nothing life altering."

"That's what I thought until I turned eleven and now look at me," Harry smirked. "Life riddled with lies and now possibly finding out I have a twin brother. For all we know you could be a Prince or something."

Kurt and Blaine laughed, Harry's reasoning was just so amusing.

The kettle whistled and Harry hurriedly turned back to making tea.

"What was your original reason for coming here?" Kurt changed the subject and turned back to Blaine.

"Huh?" Blaine turns to look at Kurt. "Oh! I… I don't actually remember… It had something to do with the Warblers but for the death of me I can't remember what it was…"

Kurt giggled at Blaine's embarrassed smile, feeling Harry look at them. "It's okay. You know, you could have texted me. You didn't have to come all the way from across the campus to tell me… and then forget it…"

"Yeah, I probably should have," Blaine laughed. "But the forgetting part was Harry's fault, really. I thought someone had put a mirror in front of your door when he opened it. How come he wasn't more surprised to see me?"

"I have a picture of you on my nightstand and he sees it, like, every single day," answered Kurt and rolled his eyes. "He commented on it when he first noticed it but after that he just let it be."

"You have a picture of me on your nightstand?" Blaine asked, obviously surprised.

"Of course," Kurt rolled his eyes. "You're on of my best friends so you're right there with Mercedes, Brittany, Finn and the rest of New Directions."

"Does that mean I'm not your friend?" Harry asked with a pout from the kitchenette. "Since you don't have a picture of me with the rest of your friends?"

Kurt rolled his eyes. "Why would I need a picture of you in our room since you're right across the room from me? I have a picture of you at home though, if that makes you feel better."

"It certainly makes me feel better," Harry mock sniffed and brought three cups and a sugar holder to the coffee table before returning to fetch the tea. "The famous colored cup is Kurt's, you can pick either one of the other two," he glanced at Blaine as he set down the tea and milk. "Don't worry Kurt, the milk is low fat and organic. The sugar too, organic I mean, not low fat… Does sugar have fat or is fat sugar? Since they both have a fattening effect… I've never found out…"Since they both have a fattening effect… I've never found out…"

Kurt leveled Harry with a look. "You know my favorite cup and that I prefer to eat organic stuff?"

"Sure," Harry said off handedly as Blaine took the maroon cup, leaving the jade one to Harry. "It's not a big deal. I also know your coffee order, it's grande non-fat mocha by the way, that you like your books in color order and that you rotate your pictures on your nightstand."

Kurt thought about it for a second and realized Harry was right. "Oh my Gaga! I didn't even know I put my books in color order! Obsessive much(1)?"

"Nah, " Harry denied. "Just observant. Did you know you also always talk in your sleep between three and four Am.? The conversations we have… Sadly, after four you always clam up."

Blushing, Kurt docked his head and reached for the famous colored cup, filling it with tea, two spoons of sugar and milk.

Blaine smiled at them. "You two are weird."

"Why thank you!" Kurt beamed. "You're weird too."

Harry laughed. "You two are totally random. But anyway, I think I could write to a few of my parents friends and ask if I had a twin if you want, Blaine."

Blaine nodded, turning somber. "Please, if you could. I've been wondering who I am and where I come from since my tenth birthday when my parents told me I was adopted…"

"I just wonder…" Harry said quietly and frowned, like he was thinking hard about something. "Blaine, I want you to be truthful. Has there been any weird happenings around you?"

Kurt was just as confused as Blaine looked like. "Like what?"

"Electronics going crazy, things changing color, physically impossible feats, that sort of thing," Harry tried to explain.

"A lot of those things happened when I was younger," said Blaine cautiously. He'd never told anyone about it but his parents and they told him to keep it that way. "They became rarer as I grew older."

"Huh…" Harry sipped his tea, one spoon sugar, no milk. "That's one thing that supports the theory that you're my brother."

Kurt tilted his head. "How so?"

Chuckling, Harry answered. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you and I can't show you until I'm seventeen, it's in the law. I guess I could contact a few friends, I'm sure George would be more than happy to help me with this, but it'd have to wait a few days. I'm just surprised Blaine didn't get a letter when he turned eleven… Say, you didn't happen to get a letter in the summer you turned eleven addressed to 'something Potter', did you?"

Slowly Blaine shook his head when he suddenly stopped. "Wait a second… I think we did… I think it was something like Timothy Potter…"

"Did you read it?" pestered Harry.

"No," Blaine shook his head. "We thought it'd come to the wrong address."

"Well damn, then you don't have even an inkling about what you are…" frowned Harry and then shrugged. "At least that came out better than Hagrid's "you don't know nothing about anything…" At least I didn't go telling you're completely stupid…"

Kurt snorted. Harry was one of the smartest kids in school. He didn't give the text book answers like the other smart kids did, but he always had some personality in them. And he wasn't smart just in the academic things but could give you life advice too…

Blaine, on the other hand, frowned. "But I know what I am, I'm gay."

"Not talking about sexual orientations here," Harry huffed. "But I guess you'll find out later. You've got three minutes to run to your dorm," he pointed at the clock on the wall behind Blaine who glanced there, shot up from his chair and ran out of the room, shouting his good nights over his shoulder.

Kurt chuckled and shook his head.

"So that was Blaine…" murmured Harry as he drank the rest of his tea. "He's quite funny. I can see why you'd crush on him."

Kurt sipped his now cooled tea. "Is this mysterious thing you can't talk about part of the reasons you avoid certain subjects?"

"Huh?" Harry blinked. "I avoid some subjects? Must be subconscious… But probably yes… I can't talk about certain things. It's in the law, sorry."

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A few days later, Kurt was lounging on his bed when Harry came in to their room with a smile on his face.

"George is here so chop chop, let's go find Blaine and you'll find out my secrets," he grinned and dragged Kurt up from the bed. They ran out of the room and barely stopped to put on their shoes before Harry dragged them through the campus and to Blaine's dorm. A red haired man was waiting for them there with a grin on his face, missing one ear.

They knocked on Blaine's door and when the door was opened, they were inside fater that they could be asked.

Blaine asked them to sit down and Harry began speaking.

"So, now that I have proof that I'm not a total lunatic, I can finally tell you what you, I and George are," he grinned.

There was a silence.

"So, what are you?" Kurt asked, feeling the need to hurry them up. He had some planning to do. He wanted… no, needed Harry to notice that he was interested in him as more than a friend.

"Wizards," proclaimed Harry proudly.

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Harry has a history of obsessing over things but he always denies he's obsessing. This is that trait manifesting…