So….I is sorry about getting behind on my deadlines, but it was finals week and I needed to study. However the semester is over so I can devote all of my time to fanfiction! YAY! P.S. I actually have singing in this chapter. I realized the other day that I needed to throw in a couple songs to make it a legit Glee fic. Have song suggestions? Feel free to review or PM with a song you would like me to work into the story!

Chapter 8

Kurt (PoV)

I watched as Harry stormed out of the cafeteria, and forced myself not to follow him. Yet, I couldn't stay at the Glee table either; they would have too many questions, and I wasn't ready to answer them. In the end I decided to hide in the choir room. Mercedes tried to stop me, but that was just her inner gossip girl wanting to get the scoop. How could I explain what was up with Harry if I myself didn't even know? I expected the choir room to be empty, but I was mistaken as I stormed in slamming the door behind me. Harry had settled himself down behind the piano. His fingers danced across the keys, hitting a note every now and then.

"Harry," I began, but he raised a hand to cut me off.

"I'm sorry Kurt," he sighed, "I just got a little overwhelmed, that's all." His emerald eyes met mine.

"No, it's my fault. I should have warned you," I started, but was once again cut off.

"Kurt. I already met the Glee club; I know how they can be. I just over reacted." He replied, flashing me a giant smile. He scooted over on the bench and patted the vacant seat next to him.

"So do you know how to play?" I asked; glad to have a change in subject. I knew Harry was hiding something, but maybe he just didn't feel comfortable discussing it right now. I would be patient and wait for him to tell me.

"A little, the Dursley's forced me to have lessons when I was younger. They wanted me to entertain dinner guests." He explained with an edge of bitterness.

"So do you know anything modern?"

"Yeah, I may not have been all for it, and the lessons didn't last long, but I kept up with it. Kind of like a hobby." He adjusted his hands on the keys and began to play. I recognized the tune as 'Make You Feel My Love,' so I decided to sing along.

Harry (PoV)

Kurt sang beautifully, I felt privileged just to be a part of it. I just had to wonder why he never got any solos. Then I remembered Rachel Berry, who was currently hiding in the hallway listening in with the rest of Glee club. I prayed to Merlin that they wouldn't interrupt us, hoping instead that they would just disappear. Unfortunately they stuck around till Kurt was finished and then burst in to tell us how beautiful that was and that I should join Glee club.

"Harry, you have talent!" Rachel begged, nearly falling to the floor to convince me.

"I'm sorry, but I just can't." I snapped back. She flinched away and dove into Finn's arms.

"Well, you probably can't sing anyway," she huffed before strutting out of the room, clearly offended.

"Come on Kurt, we're going to be late to class," I grumbled, grabbing his hand and pulling him away.

"Harry," he gasped, as I drug him into the nearest boy's bathroom. Thankfully it was empty. I pushed him roughly against the wall and smashed my lips to his. He was too shocked to kiss me for a couple of seconds, but after some coaxing he started to kiss me back. He was the one to break the kiss, pulling back to gasp for air; shooting me a look that said 'What was that for?'

"You are an amazing singer," I commented as a reply. He was about to argue when the warning bell rang, I gave him a quick kiss before we parted ways and went to class.

Kurt (PoV)

I was blown away by the kiss we shared, but I didn't let it distract me too much. At the end of the school day Harry walked me back out to my car. I offered to give him a ride home but he politely declined. Slightly disappointed, I climbed into my car and took out my phone to text Blaine. I used to have a huge crush on Blaine, but after the Valentine's Day fiasco, I decided I would only get hurt. I did, however, keep in contact with him. He was a great listener, and that's what I needed right now.

"Hey Kurt!" he shouted into my ear.

"Hi Blaine," I replied, unable to stop the smile that was spreading across my face.

"So, I hear you've got a boyfriend," he cheered in a sing-song voice.

"Yeah, I was the one who told you." I found myself laughing.

"So, meet me at the Lima Bean?" He offered, knowing all too well that I couldn't resist.

"I'm on my way." I replied, ending the call after quick goodbyes, and driving to go meet with Blaine.

Blaine was waiting outside at a table with two coffees. He scanned the parking lot, probably looking for my baby.

"Blaine!" I called waving him over after I parked my car. He smiled as he jogged over, careful not to spill the coffee.

"Hey, what's with the new car?" he asked while passing me my coffee after I got out of my car.

"A tree fell on my baby," Blaine let out a loud gasp, we walked back over to the table Blaine had claimed.

"So," he began as we sat down, "when were you going to tell me about your boyfriend?" he questioned, jumping right into the interrogation.

"It just happened last night, I thought I texted you."

"You did, I was just wondering how you got a boyfriend when you haven't mentioned anyone you interested in." he clarified.

"Well, that's because I wasn't exactly interested in him before."

"Don't tell me it's that British prat you were complaining about last week," he said this with a knowing smile and I felt my cheeks get hot, "It is, isn't it."

"Yes," I whispered, hoping he wouldn't hear.

"I thought you couldn't stand him."

"I, I don't know. He was always nice, and stood up to the bullies. I guess during all that he kind of grew on me, and it doesn't hurt that he saved my life"

"He saved your life!" Blaine gasped, choking on his coffee.

"Yeah, he's like my own personal superhero. Always there when I need him."

"That is so adorable," Blaine squealed, "What's his name?"

"Harry, I've already told you that."

"Doesn't Harry have a last name?" he argued.

"Yeah, it's Potter. Harry Potter." Blaine was just taking a big sip when I told him. Coffee sprayed out of his mouth and he began coughing. I grabbed some napkins and began wiping off the table.

"What the hell was that for?" he put the coffee down and helped me clean up.

"Did you just say that you were dating Harry Potter?"

"Yes," I replied slowly, a little afraid of Blaine's reaction.

"Is he the Harry Potter?" he demanded.

"What do you mean the Harry Potter?"

"Does he have the scar?" Blaine's eyes got bright and he reminded me of a child.

"What scar? Blaine what in Gaga's name are you talking about? Harry Potter sounds like a common enough name, I'm sure you're talking about another Harry." I tried to reassure him, but he ignored me.

"The Harry Potter has a lightning bolt scar on his forehead, and he wears glasses, well at least he used too, and he has black unruly hair!"

"Well you've got the hair right," I sighed, letting Blaine get this out of his system, "But Harry, my Harry, doesn't like being the center of attention. I doubt anyone famous would be like that."

"Have you met his parents? Cause Harry Potter's parents died when he was a baby. He was forced to live with his aunt and uncle." Blaine continued, talking to himself more than me. However a weird feeling crept into my gut. There were too many similarities between my Harry and the Harry.

"Blaine, how do you know about this Harry you keep going on about?" this caught Blaine's attention, "I mean if he's so famous, why haven't I heard of him?"

"Well, my cousin Justin went to school with him. Justin Finn-Fletcher. He's only famous to a certain group of people." Suddenly I got the impression that Blaine was going to change the subject.

"What do you mean a certain group?" I watched as Blaine downed the rest of his coffee.

"Listen, I've already said too much. I'm going to go now. Talk to you later."

"Wait! Blaine!" I called after him, but it was no use. All I knew was that something was definitely up with Harry and I was going to find out.

(Harry PoV)

"Harry!" Remus called up to me. I was writing a reply to one of Hermione's many letters. She usually sent me one a day, which I felt was a bit much. I know she worries about me, but I can take care of myself.

"What?" I yelled back, while trying to figure off a nice way to tell Hermione to take a chill pill.

"Hey Harry," Kurt answered instead, "Remus told me that I should just come up. I'm sorry if I interrupted you. He must have noticed my startled expression.

"No, its fine, just," I gestured to my desk, "well it's nothing important."

"Oh, okay." He smiled, but I could tell that something was up with him. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other.

"So, why'd you stop by?" I asked, before hurriedly adding on, "not that I don't enjoy the surprise, just wasn't expecting you."

"It's just, I was hanging out with my friend Blaine, and well, he said some pretty strange things." He timidly took a step closer to me.

"Well, what did he say?" I reached out my hand for him to take.

"Nothing important, mostly mad rambles," he gave a vague explanation. He reached forward, intertwining our fingers together, a real smile gracing his lips.

"It must have been, if it's got you this shaken." He stood in front of me now.

"I already feel better, just being here." He leaned forward and placed a quick kiss on my forehead, my hair blocking any skin contact.

"Tickled," Kurt giggled, before casually pushing my bangs away. Too late I remembered my scar. Kurt let out a loud gasp.

"Kurt," he backed away from me. Shock and disbelief present in his eyes.

"Harry, is that a scar?" I gave him credit; he was trying to stay calm. Not many muggles can see a perfect lightning bolt shaped scar and think it was an accident. They usually jump to the conclusion that it was self-inflicted.

"Yeah, but it's not what you think," He shook his head a couple times backing out of the room, "Kurt," I pleaded for him to stay and listen.

"Blaine was right," he mumbled, so low it took me a couple seconds to figure out what he said.

"What?" I asked, but Kurt was already gone.