Title: Fall- back

Chapter eighteen: Kurt Has Some Questions

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.

AN: You guys, you guys! You lot made this story break over 500 reviews! I've been flailing around like a mad woman since I found out! You are amazing! I didn't think this story would even get over a 100 reviews when I started writing this, and here we are! You, my darlings, are simply fabulous.

Anyhoo, life is starting to pick up again. I did my quarterly exams, taught my pupils new and interesting things (or so I try and make them believe. There's nothing exciting about maths, really.), got food poisoning so I've been sick for a bit again (less yay) and I've been generally busy working and studying and stuff.

But here we are! Only two weeks since the last chapter (I say only because I'm proud of myself since it didn't take a month or more this time) and here's a fresh one.

Enjoy the chapter and let me know what you think!

It took three hours of explaining, four cups of tea (that might have had just the tiniest bit of calming draught infused in it) and a bash of fresly baked chocolate muffins (though most of those seemed to have gone from the oven and into Remus' stomach) to get Kurt to calm down completely.

At first, Kurt had been disbelieving. Then came the shock when one of the paintings had asked Harry if it was okay for them to talk again since Kurt knew about the existence of magic in the house now. Shock had turned into in fascinated listening at the abbreviated story of his life Harry had given him while Remus was busy trying to get Teddy to take a nap and had tapered of into weary acceptance when the carpet that held the coffee table had started floating.

"So, what you're telling me," the auburnhaired boy said around a mouthful of muffin, ignoring his manners for once, "Is that not only Teddy is magical, but the two of you are as well and that you played some major part in a war no one who isn't magic knew anything about and that you're now just trying to live life in a normal fashion, which has been slightly ruined by the whole people finding out magic is real thing?"

Harry shrugged. "Pretty much, yeah."

"I'm going to need another muffin."

"So you've been able to do magic this whole time?"

"I have, yes," Harry answered his boyfriend, who had been eerily silent for the last fifteen minutes.

"Have you ever used it on me?" Kurt asked in a small voice.

"Of course not, don't be silly."

"Why not?"

"Well, for one," Harry started explaining, "it's illegal for a magical person to use harmful magic on a Muggle. I don't really fancy going to Azkaban."

"Azkaban?"

"Wizard prison. Nasty place to be."

"Ah."

Kurt lapsed into another silence. Harry didn't try to get him to talk since Kurt was obviously thinking things over in his head.

"What's the other thing?" Kurt suddenly asked.

"What other thing?" the wizard asked, puzzled at the question.

"You said 'for one', " Kurt answered. "Implying there is something else."

Harry smiled. "Well, for another, I would never intentionally use magic on anyone I care about, which includes you."

It took another half an hour before Kurt spoke up again: "Have you ever turned anyone into a toad?"

Harry nearly choked on his muffin.

"No, I haven't," he rasped out. "That doesn't happen as often as people seem to think."

"Huh," Kurt shrugged, "There's another childhood story ruined."

Harry watched as another thought seemed to cross Kurt's mind.

"Do you wear those pointy hats, then?"

Harry grimaced. "Unfortunately. We used to have to wear them to every feast and class, but hats started flying a lot in class so we didn't have to wear them anymore. We only wore them to feast from that point on. A lot of witches and wizards tend to wear them when going out, though."

"You magic folk aren't really up to date with fashion, are you?"

"Not really, no."

"How about love potions and things like that?"

"What about them?" Harry asked. They had by now moved back to the kitchen where Harry was busy making dinner (Remus still being banned from preparing food because of an accident with the toaster).

"Do they exist?" Kurt asked, propping his elbow up on the table and resting his head on his palm in a very uncharacteristic gesture.

Harry nodded. "They do. They are illegal, though. Pretty much anything that takes away a person's will usually is."

"That's probably a smart idea," Kurt replied, a hint of relief visible in his eyes that stung Harry just a bit.

"It sure is," Harry said, turning back to his beans. "Besides, most wizards wouldn't be proficient enough in potions to actually concoct anything potent."

"Take Harry for example, " Remus interjected, walking into the kitchen with Teddy on his hip. The toddler was now sporting a bright yellow haircut. Harry suspected he had been watching Spongebob on the telly again. "A real wiz in the kitchen, but give him a cauldron and he's hopeless."

"I wouldn't say I'm hopeless," the darkhaired wizard in question muttered while stirring his mashed potatoes to get them more fluffy. "I got an EE on both my OWLS and my NEWTS."

"That you did," Remus agreed, dropping Teddy into his high chair, "But can you tell me the ingredients of any of your first year potions?"

"No," Harry admitted.

"That's what I thought," Remus smugly said, getting up to help Harry carry the dinner to the table.

"Oh, just shut up and eat your dinner."

It was when they were loading in the dishwasher (which was complimenting Kurt on his shoes and blabbering a mile a minute because it was allowed to talk again) that Kurt asked Harry if he was going to come out as a wizard at school.

"I wasn't planning to, actually," the wizard answered, closing the dishwasher. The dishwasher sighed happily and started washing the dishes. Kurt raised an eyebrow at it, but turned to his boyfriend to hear him out.

"The anonymity I've been able to have since coming here is all sorts of brilliant, and I'm not ready to give that up yet by telling people I can do magic," Harry explained. "Things were tense enough with the rest of the school for a bit there when I joined glee club a few weeks ago. I like how calm things are now."

"I still can't believe you don't get slushied like the rest of us," Kurt grumbled. "Granted, they've been after us a lot less lately as well, but still."

Harry kept quiet, waiting for Kurt to figure it out. Once Harry had finally clued in on the rest of the school treating the glee club -and Kurt in particular- like dirt (which had taking him an emberrassing amount of time to do), he had started diverting the slushies with just a subtle hint of magic so that they wouldn't hit the glee members but the lockers and whenever the jocks got the idea in their head that they wanted to pick on the glee kids they'd suddenly remember they had somewhere else to be. Like the football field to run extra laps.

"Hey, wait a minute! Was that you?"

Harry snorted and glanced at the clock. About a minute. Not bad, not great either. He had expected Kurt to piece it together a little bit quicker than that. Then again, the boy was still coming to terms with the fact that his boyfriend was a wand wielding, potion brewing, broomstick flying wizard, so Harry figured he did alright.

Kurt took Harry's amused, yet slightly guilty, face as confirmation and sighed.

"What about the rule about no using magic on Muggles?" he asked wryly.

Harry shrugged. "I wasn't doing them any harm, so I figured it was okay."

"Thank you," Kurt smiled at him.

"Any time."

"Are we okay?" Harry asked while he was walking Kurt home. Kurt had protested this action since he only lived a few streets over, but the British boy had insisted.

"Of course we are," Kurt replied, looking at him questioningly. "Why wouldn't we be?"

"Well, I mean, I did kind of keep something pretty big from you. In my experience something like that isn't generally appreciated."

Kurt stopped walking. It took Harry a second to realise they were at Kurt's house already. Had the walk really been that short?

"Look Harry," Kurt started, laying his hand on his boyfriend's arm. "I'm not going to lie and say I saw this coming. To be honest, I'm still not entirely convinced this wasn't all some elebarate prank on your part. I'm going to need a little bit of time to get used to the idea of having a real life wizard as my boyfriend. And to do a little research since I'm pretty sure you gave me the kid- friendly version of your war stories."

"But do you think you'll get used to it?" Harry asked quietly not even denying having softened his life story quite a bit. He absentmindedly noted that Burt Hummel had stationed himself non too stealthily behind the curtains in the living room to watch what they were doing.

Kurt grinned at him. "Of course I will. If you can get used to me being obsessed with my clothes and hair, I think I can get used to knowing that you have a lot of magical power at your fingertips."

"You're amazing," Harry breathed out.

"I know."

And just for that, Harry had to kiss him. He didn't even notice Burt smile at them and step back from the window to give them some privacy.

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Till next time!

-Robin.