Disclaimer: I sadly don't own Harry Potter (or I would be very rich and would have done different things with the characters) and neither do I own Glee.

Author's note: I couldn't resist the temptation of bringing this song into it. It should have appeared in the actual series! MW readers have to wait for a while longer, but I won't abandon the prompts, so bear with me.

Rating: T

Warning: slash, Blaine being Blaine!

He felt bad for Blaine.

And how could he not? After two whole months of constant pestering Sirius had finally been able to convince him to present his boyfriend, which felt kind of like leading a lamb to the slaughter. His godfather didn't just have a tendency to being an immature idiot, but was also insufferable at times – make that always. Harry just hoped Sirius didn't get any chance to prank Blaine… too much. It wouldn't do to scare his boyfriend so much so soon, that a break-up was inevitable.

But first he had to actually tell him the good news, which he was in the process of doing at the moment. Due to other school obligations he hadn't had the chance to even see the Warbler today, so the much simpler but boring method of sending Blaine a text was discarded for a nice walk over the grounds of Dalton Academy to the nearby dorms.

A while and several friendly greetings later he finally reached the correct red-carpeted, candelabra-lit corridor on the third floor. The pompousness never ceased to amaze him. Harry had barely raised his hand to knock on Blaine's door, when the suddenly resounding music stopped him in his tracks. It wasn't rare to hear all kinds of songs – often top 40 – from his music-crazed boyfriend's room, but the current track was noteworthy in its amusing lyrics, which were apparently belted out by Blaine himself.

He opened the door as sneakily as possible – which wasn't actually necessary at this volume – and promptly snorted. Blaine was such a dork at times, even though one couldn't tell at first sight from all his dapper glory. The other male was currently posing on the couch, one foot propped on the backrest and still wearing his uniform sans the blazer and with his tie loosened. That wasn't the worst of it though. It seemed like his boyfriend had decided to fulfill the cliché of using his hairbrush as replacement for a microphone, while enthusiastically singing 'Do ya think I'm sexy?'.

It was hard to suppress the laughter, but the performance was actually really good, if funny, and Harry wanted to know if and when Blaine would notice him. He therefore leant one shoulder against the doorframe and watched the exclusive show. Surprisingly, he was able to enjoy it until its end, even that interesting, little waist-twist, which let Blaine face the door. With an amused smirk on his lips Harry clapped and marveled about the quickly reddening, horrified face of is boyfriend. "Uh… I was- was just…" Blaine cleared his throat awkwardly, trying in vain to regain his composure.

It was endearing, but also a bit puzzling – Blaine performed with the Warblers several times a month for the whole school to see and liked to be in the spot-light when singing. Maybe he felt more confident in a group nonetheless? Inwardly shrugging Harry pushed away from the doorframe and pecked Blaine on the lips, virtually feeling the heat radiating from the tomato-red face. "Serenading someone to get more intimate with them is a lot more creative than just telling them normally. I knew you had it in you!" The spluttering that followed his teasing statement was almost as good as the performance… maybe better.

Before Blaine actually manage to string together syllables that formed words, Harry dropped the bombshell: "But first you have to master the big challenge every boyfriend has to face – Meeting the parents! Well, in this case meeting my godfather and my uncle in all but name… but that's probably worse. Anyway, Sirius and Remus want to meet you, so you're invited to eat dinner with us on Saturday evening." Which was the day after tomorrow and apparently Doom's Day for one Blaine Anderson. It was interesting seeing a person change colors so quickly from deep red to white as a sheet.

It took exactly seventy-eight seconds – yes, he was counting – for Blaine to regain at least enough composure to reply. "That's… soon." Harry wasn't sure if he meant the whole meeting the guardian thing or if it was just on short notice.

He suspected both.

He finally took pity on his boyfriend and wrapped his arms around him, pressing a lingering kiss on Blaine's lips. "Don't freak out too much, okay? They're happy for me and won't torture you too much." "You're not helping," was the mumbled, slightly terrified reply, which Blaine nonetheless followed with an embrace of his own.

"Seriously, just be yourself and charm them into liking you. You're a master of that." It had happened to Harry after all. A few moments later he felt a determined nod against his cheek, before Blaine leant back and bestowed him with one of his irresistible smiles. "Yes, exactly like that!" The grinning lips initiated another kiss, which came with wandering but still innocuous enough hands. Finally both pulled back, breathing a bit harder than normal.

"So, let's get back to you wanting to get into my pants." Blaine just groaned and let his head fall onto Harry's shoulder.