Title: Fall- back

Chapter twelve: Back in the Closet

Rating: T

Summary: After the war Harry moves to Lima, Ohio to try and live a normal life as just another invisible teenager. You know what they say about best laid plans, though. KH/HP

Disclaimer: Anything you recognise…. Isn't mine. Though I probably wish it is. Now I'm sad.

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Harry wasn't exactly sure how things had come to this. Somewhere between laughing at Finn's costume (because the tall boy had come dressed as the worst impression of a vampire he had ever seen), ogling over Santana and Brittany's lack of inhibitions when it came to grinding and making out on every available surface and drinking what he was pretty sure was the vilest tasting drinks he had ever had, he had become roped into this immature, blush- inducing game that he had stupidly confessed to never having played before.

Don't get him wrong, Harry had just as many hormones as the next guy, but games like this hadn't really been played at Hogwarts. Either that, or Harry just hadn't been invited. Maybe it was because everyone had been terrified at being caught out of bed by their Head of House or Mr Filch, or maybe because everyone was just a bit too concerned about the impending war to focus on silly games designed to make one lose their inhibitions and shame. It was probably the latter.

Then again, Harry could think of worse things than spending half an hour (because apparently, seven minutes was so sixth grade, seriously Berry) locked in a closet with Kurt. Who, incidentally, had started to look even more irresistible as the night progressed and the costume started sticking to his skin a bit more.

"I'm so sorry about this," the boy sitting next to him in the dark closet mumbled for about the seventh time.

"It's quite alright," Harry answered him, as he had done all six times before.

"No, really," Kurt insisted, "My friends are idiots."

Harry made a noncommittal sound, not exactly disagreeing with him. He had, after all, witnessed Puck trying to impress Lauren Zizes by eating as many pretzels as he could in a single go. His bid to impress the girl had backfired spectacularly when he had vomited all over the back porch.

"I don't much mind," Harry hedged after a few moments of silence. "I can think of worse people to spend half an hour locked in a dark closet with."

Kurt snorted in a way Harry hadn't heard from him before. "Oh, yeah? Like who?"

"Puckerman, for one," Harry answered. "Seriously, have you smelled him since his pretzel stunt? He positively reeks."

Kurt laughed, a proper laugh this time, and Harry smiled a bit. "Thanks for not making this too awkward," Kurt said softly from somewhere to his right.

"You're welcome," Harry muttered back, "Though I honestly don't think things between us could ever be awkward. I mean, you did dress me up in a freaking skin -tight suit, did my hair and allowed that pack of hungry females to force eyeliner on me. I think we're good."

"If it makes you feel any better," Kurt said through his chuckles, "I think you look pretty damn good like that."

"Gee, shucks," Harry teased him, playfully bumping into his shoulder with his own a bit. "And was that a cuss word, Kurt Hummel? I don't think I've heard you cuss before."

"Some situations require curse words," the cat suit clad boy answered, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"And one of those 'situations' would be me in way too tight clothing?"

"…Maybe."

Harry couldn't be certain, but he was pretty sure Kurt had to be blushing by now. If only he could see so he could be sure.

"Oh, for heaven's sake, this is ridiculous," Kurt said, and as if he was reading his thoughts: "There has got to be a light bulb in here somewhere."

Harry nodded, invisible to Kurt. In his experience (and he had an unhealthy amount of experience with closets) there were light bulbs in most closets. Granted, the one in his cupboard under the stairs had been broken since he was about five years old, but there had been a light bulb nonetheless. He remembered there had been light bulbs ( or, well, candles, which were the magical variety of light bulbs, backwards though it was) every time he had had to hide from Mr Filch or patrolling teachers when he had been out on one of his plentiful nightly strolls during his years at Hogwarts.

"A little help, Harry?" Kurt's voice came from his right, and he discovered that he had been lost in thoughts again, while he should have been helping Kurt with searching for light.

"Yeah, sorry," he mumbled, his hands coming up to search for a switch. Instead, he made contact with something soft.

"Not a light switch," Kurt squeaked, and Harry belatedly realised he was grabbing Kurt's butt. He hadn't even heard him get up. He quickly let go.

"Sorry, my bad," he said, as though it was an everyday occurrence even though he was doing a little happy dance on the inside. He cleared his throat, and then closed his eyes at the sudden light shining in his eyes.

"Found a flashlight," Kurt redundantly said. Harry raised an eyebrow at him sarcastically. The brunette boy shrugged in response.

The boys sat in silence for a little bit, not looking at each other, but focussing on the door. Well, Kurt was focussing on the door. Harry was still a bit in awe at having touched Kurt's behind. They sat there for a bit longer, till suddenly a loud bout of noise came drifting through the door.

"Do you reckon they remember we're still in here?"

"Doubtful," Kurt snorted. "They're forgetful at the best of times, and now they've ingested alcohol on top of that. I just hope they remember we're here when they all go home."

Harry chuckled. "Surely they can't be that bad."

Kurt turned around to look at him. "Mercedes once forgot her shoes in the dressing room of the mall. She didn't notice until we were halfway home. On foot."

Harry burst into laughter. "She didn't!"

Kurt nodded solemnly. "She did."

"Wow, that's incredible," the boy wizard said in response. "And I thought I was forgetful."

"You are," Kurt told him. "You left your cell phone at my place."

Harry's hand flew to his pockets to find that the boy was right. "Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

Kurt shrugged, and Harry took the time to really look at him while he floundered with coming up with the right answer. After a few seconds Harry decided to prompt him softly: "Kurt?"

"I don't know," he finally answered. "I suppose I might have thought that it would be nice if you came around again to pick it up."

Harry smiled at him for a bit. "You don't have to think up reasons to have me around, I'd love to come over whenever."

Kurt grinned at him hesitatingly, a hint of relief flecking his eyes. "Okay. Great," he nodded.

A few more moments passed, both boys suddenly glad to be in the closet when someone began hooting in the room beyond and yelling things like "Take it off!" and " Look at that booty!". Harry couldn't be sure, but he thought it was Artie.

They both chuckled, and Harry turned to face Kurt fully.

"Are you really put out at being in here with me?", he asked, not being able to stop himself after having thought that for far longer than the half an hour they were supposed to have been in there.

"No," Kurt admitted, and Harry's insides did a little victory dance at the small blush staining his cheeks. "Not really."

"Good," he grinned. "Me neither."

Kurt's eyes flashed up to meet his and Harry did nothing to repress the Dumbledore- esque glimmer he knew was shimmering in his eyes. Kurt grinned back at him, then seemed to question something. Before Kurt could ask the question Harry was half sure, and half hoping, he would ask, the Brit cut him off:

"I'm not going to kiss you now."

"Oh," Kurt said, seeming to deflate a little. "Okay."

Harry snorted. "I said now, not never. I'd like to take you out first, if that's alright with you."

With those words, Kurt seemed to puff up a bit again. Harry tried not to laugh at the sudden mood changes in his friend.

"Yeah, I'd like that," the boy muttered, and Harry repressed a grin at the small flush that was still visible on his cheeks.

"Brilliant," he said, then looked up startled as the hoots and hollers from beyond the door got even louder. Kurt did, as well.

"I vote we stay in here for a little longer," the countertenor said.

"Excellent idea," Harry agreed.

Finally some progress!

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Till next time,

-Robin.