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Harry (PoV)

I knew apparating away was risky, but I wasn't really thinking straight. I practically floated in through the back door. Remus was in the kitchen preparing dinner, while Sirius sat on the floor playing peekaboo with Teddy.

"Hey Harry how was the first day of school." Remus began as I sat down at the table.

"Boring." I replied, "No one really talked to me, and I am being forced to do a ton of make-up work."

"What but McGonagall promised that the transcript she sent wouldn't put you too far behind" Remus explained in confusion.

"Yeah well, they are still concerned that I didn't get an adequate education while I was in Britain."

"What that's outrageous!" Sirius exclaimed, "I'm going to go down to that school and give them a piece of my mind. Hogwarts is the best damn school there ever was and ever will be."

"Sirius, I agree, but what can we do. Hogwarts didn't teach maths, science, and history, especially not American." Remus tried to calm down his husband. "The school is just trying to do what they think is best for Harry."

"By making me even more behind, with all the make-up work? Yeah because that makes a load of sense."

"Just be patient Harry, we were all aware that this wasn't going to be easy." The werewolf reasoned, Sirius and I both huffed in defiance but knew the argument had been won.

"I'm still going down there tomorrow." Sirius pouted.

"Fine, then we will both go." Sirius gave him a look of astonishment, "Well someone has to stop you from hexing the poor man." Remus joked and soon we all joined in the laughter which broke the tension that had been suffocating us all.

"I'm going to go upstairs and work on my homework." I sighed in resignation.

"Alright I'll call you down when dinner is ready." Remus stated switching back into housewife mode. I nodded in agreement before grabbing my schoolbag and heading up to my room. I settled down at my desk and began my maths, or math, homework. About ten minutes later I was interrupted by a knock on my door. I turned in my chair to see Sirius leaning carelessly in the doorway.

"Hey Padfoot." I greeted, he responded first with a calculating stare.

"What's the guy's name?" He asked, and then chuckled as my cheeks flushed.

"What…guy?" I stuttered, trying and failing at playing it cool. Sirius entered the room and sat down on the corner of my bed closest to me.

"The guy who has you so preoccupied." He explained casually.

"His name is Kurt Hummel." I replied.

"Ah, and what is he like?"

"He's…" I sat their trying to figure out how to describe Kurt Hummel to my guardian.

"Sirius! Harry! Dinner's ready!" Remus called from the dining room, "And remember Sirius, you promised to set the table!" I saw Sirius cringe a little before chuckling.

"Well I'm off to be a doting husband to my wife." He joked playfully.

"I'll be down in a second." He waved me off and I turned back to my homework, marking my page before I closed the book. Just then my phone went off; I checked the number, unknown. I decided to answer it.

Kurt (PoV)

I don't know what possessed me to call him, but here I was standing in my bedroom listening to the phone ring. It wasn't till after I got home that I remembered that he had even took my phone. I was surprised to see he could even program my number since my phone was locked and he didn't know the password.

"Hello?" Harry's voice answered with a hint of confusion.

"Hey Harry, its Kurt."

"Ah, Kurt." He interjected, his voice becoming a little deeper as if edged with confidence. "What's up beautiful?"

"Stop with all the compliments, I feel like you're trying to court me or something." I joked, but regretted a second later.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable." He apologized and I felt my heart begin to melt. Why did this British boy have such an effect on me?

"Its fine, I'm just used to the fact any compliments coming from a guy are usually meant to tease me."

"I understand. So Kurt, what are you up too?"

"Nothing really, you never gave me the chance to give you my number, although you somehow gave me yours." I explained feeling all bubbly inside like a preteen girl at a Bieber concert.

"Well that was very considerate of you. I was just about to head down to dinner though; my dads are very into the whole idea of a family meal." 'Dads? I must have misheard him."

"Oh. I'm sorry! I didn't mean to interrupt you! I'll see you in school tomorrow." I began to babble

"Kurt, its fine. How were you supposed to know what time we eat?"

"Still, I don't want you to be late to dinner."

"I'm really glad you called." Harry sighed contently.

"Yeah, well I'll let you go. You can call me back later if you want too."

"I might just do that." He responded and my heart jumped, "If all the make-up work doesn't kill me by then." He sighed.

"I can't believe your being forced to do all this make-up work. I mean there is only like two months left in the school year. Didn't you take these classes in your old school?"

"My old school's credits didn't exactly transfer over. It wasn't a very conventional school." He explained with an undertone of humor. "So I'm basically starting from scratch."

"Well I could help you. I mean I did everything you're doing now. If you want me to that is." There was a pause before he chuckled.

"I would love your help; maybe you could come over after school tomorrow. I need all the help I can get and the sooner the better. You guys have English I don't understand, and American History has me totally boggled." He left out an exasperated sigh.

"Yeah sure, but I have glee after school tomorrow, you could stay and then we can drive back to your house afterwards." I offered.

"Sounds awesome, I'll meet you by your locker at the end of the day."

"Okay, well good night then."

"Night." There was a click and the line went dead. I set my phone down and dramatically fell down onto my bed.

"Oh heart, be still." I gasped loudly in a cheesy southern accent.

Harry (PoV)

School went by incredibly slow, and by the end of it my homework had doubled. The only thing that got me through was Kurt. I was standing at Kurt's locker when a voice interrupted me.

"Harry." Sirius called from the end of the hallway, he practically bounded down the hallway. "So this is a muggle school." He mused. "What are these?" he asked pointing to the lockers.

"Where's Teddy?" I asked wondering who they got to babysit him.

"We asked Mrs. Weasley to watch him." Sirius replied.

"Sirius." Remus chided. "Don't make yourself so obvious."

"Sorry, it's just a whole new world to me!" Just then the bell rang and Sirius jumped in the air. "What was that?"

"That was the bell, dismissing all students from the building, now only kids with afterschool activities should be in the building. This." I pointed at the locker. "Is a locker, it's where you "lock up" your belongings."

"Is that your lock her?"

"No this one is Kurt's." I explained.

"Ah." He said as realization set in. "You're waiting at Kurt's lock her."

"Sirius, its pronounced locker, not lock her. Who's this Kurt? Why do I feel out of the loop?"

"Kurt is Harry's," Sirius began.

"He's my friend." I finished shooting a stern glare in Sirius' direction.

"His boyfriend." He mocked. I glanced around to see if Kurt was near enough to hear that.

"He is not my boyfriend! Now please, make yourself scarce before he shows up. I just got him on my good side and I don't need you scarring him away."

"You see that Moony, Harry's embarrassed by us!"

"Come back here Hummel!" a voice boomed from an adjacent hallway.

"Not again. I thought I told those guys to back off." I was about to rush over but Sirius caught my arm.

"What guys?"

"Kurt gets bullied a lot for being gay."

"Oh Merlin, you're dating Snivellus." I was about to comment when Kurt turned the corner and upon seeing me ran over.

"You can't run forever queer." Karofsky barked while giving chase. He too turned the corner but when he saw me he immediately slammed on the breaks.

"What's wrong Karofsky?" I sneered.

"You can't hide behind your boyfriend forever!" Karofsky spat back before motioning for his football goons to follow him to football practice.

"Told you." Sirius mumbled.

"He's not my boyfriend!" Kurt yelled back, but to no result.

"I believe it is I who told you." I smirked in response. Kurt turned back to me and his jaw dropped open.

"Uhm, Harry. Who are they?" he asked motioning to Remus and Sirius.

"They are leaving." I huffed while pushing Sirius away as he tried to introduce himself,

"Come on Sirius, I can tell when I'm unwanted" Remus urged while taking the lead and heading in the opposite direction.

"Don't you guys have a meeting to get to anyway? Remember big scary Principal treating me unfairly, criticizing Hogwarts." I bargained.

"That's right!" Sirius grabbed my wrist and began dragging me down the hallway, "And since it involves you I think you should be present." I could hear Remus laughing from further down the hallway.

"Kurt, what's going on?" Rachel Berry asked as she along with Tina and Mercades approached him.

"SIRIUS BLACK-LUPIN IF YOU DO NOT UNHAND ME I SWEAR I WILL." I shouted at him, his smile transformed into a smirk and he let me go. I couldn't regain my balance in time and my face met the floor. I quickly stood up and brushed myself off. Sirius had caught up with Remus and I could still hear the two of them laughing.

"Are you okay?" Kurt asked as he rushed over to make sure I wasn't bruised.

"Yeah I'm fine. Sirius just likes being an idiot in front of my friends." I explained.

"So who is Sirius exactly?" Rachel questioned, her eyes widened as if she had fallen in love.

"He's my Godfather, him and Remus are my Guardians. They think I shouldn't have to do all the extra work so their talking to Principal Figgins."

"That's not going to help any," Kurt scoffed, "Figgins is all for letting abuse fall under the radar."

"Well it was worth a shot." I sighed, "So you guys going to Glee?" They all had stood there shell shocked, until I mentioned Glee.

"Oh yes of course." Rachel practically cheered. "Come on guys lets go." Mercades rolled her eyes, but followed the enthusiastic girl towards the choir room, followed by Tina.

"So you're Godfather's name is Serious?" I found myself laughing.

"Yeah Sirius like the star. Sirius Black and Remus Lupin." We kept a good distant between ourselves and the three girls.

"Those have got to be two of the coolest names I've ever heard."

"I don't know, the name Kurt Hummel has a catchy ring to it. It's a name that almost demands to be noticed." Kurt paused outside the choir room.

"Thank you. You hardly know me, yet you're exceedingly kind. Why?"

"Let's just say I know what it's like to be on the receiving end of a slushie. I mean that figuratively, though I have a feeling sooner or later I will know how that feels."

"I get it. I guess you really do have a hero complex Mr. Potter." He chuckled.

"Well if that's true, you are definitely my favorite damsel in distress." I found myself standing closer to Kurt then I remembered. My hand began rising to caress his cheek.

"Kurt." Mr. Schue called from the doorway. We both jumped away from each other in surprise.

"Sorry Mr. Schuester. Later Harry." He then ducked past the teacher and entered the classroom.

"Bye." I whispered to myself, before turning to go to the Principals office.

Kurt (PoV)

After Glee I found Harry waiting next to my baby. He was having a very animate discussion with Brittany. 'Oh this is going to be good.' I sighed inwardly.

"So you're not a wizard." Brittany repeated with a confused expression plastered to her face.

"Yes. I'm sorry I lied to you, but those tricks I showed you didn't have anything to do with magic."

"It's okay Harry. I knew it was too good to be true. I was just hoping you knew some sort of magic spell that could make me smarter." She looked sad as she headed off to Santana's car.

"I'm proud of you Harry." I stood next to him as he watched Brittany leave.

"Why are you proud of me crushing somebody's dreams?" Harry asked his voice tinged a hint of venom.

"You only did what was best. Lying to her would only be giving her false hope."

"I wasn't lying." Harry mumbled under his breath. I pretended to not hear him.

"Well what's done is done." I commented while unlocking my truck. "So am I still coming over to help with your homework?"

"No. Sirius convinced Mr. Figgins that the make-up work wasn't necessary." He basically snapped.

"Well do you want a ride home?" I offered, even though he was ticking me off.

"I prefer walking." He replied.

"Fine." I spat back, "If you want to be an asshole fine. I don't even know why I bothered with you." I started my car and raced out of the parking lot. I could see Harry in my review mirror, I blinked and he was gone.

I stood outside Harry's house. It was the only house in the entire town that had a realtor sign with a sold sticker plastered on it. I began nervously fixing my clothes as I tried to gain the courage to ring the doorbell. I lifted my hand to hit the button when the door opened. It was Sirius.

"Kurt Hummel." Sirius greeted, his eyes were filled with worry. "Sorry, I wasn't expecting. Harry never came home from school today, just thought that maybe he was out here.

"Oh, that's probably my fault. You see we sort of had a fight and I just came over to apologize to him. I said some things that I sincerely regret." I was studying the wooden porch, unable to meet Sirius' eyes. I felt the wait of a hand on my shoulder.

"That was very kind of you. Why don't you come in? I'm supposed to be preparing supper but I don't know a damn thing about cooking." He laughed while guiding me into the house. "Remus usually does the cooking, since he was raised around mu…appliances." I caught the mix up but let it slide.

"Where is Remus?" I asked politely. Sirius let out a sigh and removed his hand from my shoulder.

"He's out looking for Harry. I tried reasoning that I would be more helpful out there then in here, but Remus is rational, and would be able to talk Harry into coming home, me I would pick him up, throw him over my shoulder, and carry is ass home." This got me to laugh, the image of Harry kicking and screaming on Sirius' shoulder.

"You're welcome to stay for supper." Sirius offered and I nodded my acceptance, "But I don't know how good it will be."

"Well I know my way around a kitchen pretty well, if you want a hand."

"Yes." Sirius grabbed my wrist and dragged me through the kitchen door.

"Daddy!" a little child with dark black hair called out from his high chair.

"Didn't I tell you that Daddy was going to be right back? You worry about me more than your mommy."

"Who that?" the child pointed one of his fingers at me. I saw his eyes resembled that of Remus, except not as gold, but how was that possible.

"This is Harry's friend Kurt. Kurt this is my son Teddy."

"Hello Teddy." I greeted, the little boy held up his hand requesting a high five.

"Give five." He chanted, "Give five, give five." I gently smacked his hand with mine. Teddy giggled and then turned his attention back to his father. "Daddy I hungry!"

"I know Teddy, and this nice young man here is going to help us make dinner."

About an hour later I sat at a table next to Teddy eating salad across from Sirius.

"This is amazing!" Sirius practically moaned. Just then the front door slammed open and closed.

"Sirius, you better have some decent food on that table." Remus yelled while storming into the dining room. "Oh." He gasped, as he stood there soaking wet in the doorway.

"I had some help." He gestured towards me.

"Why this looks simply wonderful. Thank you Kurt."

"It was no problem I love cooking."

"Mommy!" Teddy called demanding to be held by Remus.

"Sirius," he growled, "What did I tell you about having him call me mommy."

"I can't help it." He shrugged. "So did you find Harry?"

"Yes. He's out there moping in a thunderstorm in the middle of a cemetery. He won't budge. I told him don't come crying to me when he wakes up sick." I could tell that Remus was worried about him.

"Maybe I should go talk to him."

"Oh no dear, I don't need two sick kids on my conscience."

"I think we should let Kurt go. He might know just the right words."