Hey, so it's me again! And who expected Artie, huh?

This chapter isn't betaed because my beta hasn't sent the doc back yet. I'll upload the edited one when it comes.

Update: Edited version posted now. :D

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee, Harry Potter or any of its characters.

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The most contact Harry had had with Kurt last week was through texts. Since the shopping event, they hadn't met for coffee or at either of their places. Harry had told Kurt that he was an awesome distraction and that Harry was lagging behind on his writing work. The true reason was that he wanted some space between them. He knew there would come a time when he and Kurt would not be able to see each other every day. If he had to go back to England for some work, or if Kurt went off to university somewhere outside this homophobic town, it would be months before they could meet. And if Harry hadn't told his secret to Kurt till then, he couldn't even apparate over there and give Kurt a surprise whenever he wanted to.

So, he had actually gotten out his laptop and attempted to write. Even though he had slightly lost touch with writing down a chapter, the words came flowing and he gladly wrote them all down, hoping this wouldn't lead to another massive word block. He lived on noodles, cereal, takeout and hot chocolate. In a week, he had written about 60,000 words and he was very proud of it, though he had the daunting task of re-reading and correcting mistakes here and there.

Just then, a reminder popped up on his laptop. Arthur's birthday. He checked the timing and realized it would be around five in the morning there and Molly would up in an hour, making the most delicious breakfast-in-bed for him. He decided that going in the morning would be a bit weird since they would expect him to stay there for the whole day and then maybe the night as well. He kept a reminder for a floo-call at five in the evening and went into the kitchen to get a snack.

He fumed as he noticed most of the yummy, gooey, chocolate-y donuts he had kept in the fridge had disappeared. There was a note there.

Auntie San here, I swiped your key from the Princess. You guys already exchanged keys? That's precious. If you keep these donuts later than the 7th of February, I will give them to BrittBritt and tell her to feed it to her cat. Your choice, Freaky-scar-guy.

Harry shook his head as he took out the plate rather than just one donut. He knew he should be pissed at the lack of privacy, but he reckoned that Santana was just that kind of a person. He sat in front of the couch with the donuts and half a bottle of vodka. He ate the rest one-by-one and drank a lot of vodka as he watched another five episodes of Britain's Next Top Model continuously.

His mobile started screaming out as he realized he had fallen asleep for most of the morning and it was 1 p.m. He dismissed his usual lunch alarm only to see about thirty messages from Kurt on WhatsApp. The first ten to fifteen were the usual, a good morning message and liveblogging of the horrible fashion choices at his school. But after 11 a.m., his messages had grown more frantic.

Harry, haven't you taken a break from writing yet? I know writing's hard if you lose the moment but you should at least eat. Or pee.

Harry?

:O

Glee's starting now and if you don't reply by 2, I'm coming over. And if you're sick, tell so I can bring some chicken soup.

He swore and immediately called Kurt. Kurt must have had his phone in his hand because he picked up the call halfway through the first ring.

Kurt sounded relieved as he said, "You scared the hell out of me, Harry. What were you doing?"

Harry rested back on the couch, his legs on the coffee table.

"I made some bad decisions, including donuts and vodka. I literally just got up."

"Oh, okay. I was just worried that something ate you up. Who would I go to Coffeeholics then?"

"You could take anyone. Mercedes, Santana, even Puck."

"Nah, the baristas there know our coffee order by heart. It wouldn't be good for them to turn up with a new person. And no one can replace you, dummy."

"Aww, you flatter me. Okay, so listen, I need to go take a bath and eat something. It's someone's birthday and I have to call them. It may lead to a three-hour conversation with the whole family."

"Yeah, lunch is just starting, so I need to go get something to eat before Puck swallows me whole with his hunger."

"No he won't. I won't allow him. Hahaha! So anyway, don't worry, I'm alive. We'll meet sometime this week, let's see. Bye!"

"Bye!"

Harry walked up to his bedroom, picking out a set of clothes that made him look good and wouldn't make him look like he lost ten more pounds. He took a bath, towelling off his hair and pondered whether or not to eat something. If he went hungry, he could have more food at the Burrow. But, if he went hungry, Molly would probably shift in here with him and pile him with a thousand dishes to eat.

He decided to make waffles. He took out the unused waffle iron from the cupboard and made two waffles, coating them in Nutella and whipped cream. He scarfed them down quickly, wanting to go to the Burrow as fast as possible.

He climbed up on a chair and got out the Disillusioned box of Floo powder from the top of his cupboard and removed a handful. He held it tightly as he reached the fireplace, threw the powder in. It turned a familiar green colour as he walked into it and shouted clearly, "THE BURROW!"

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As he reached the place he considered a second home, he was pulled out of the fireplace before he could catch his bearings. He was pulled into a tight hug by Ron, as he could guess from the extra cologne he had put on. He hugged him back just as tightly. The seven years of living in the same room and saving each other's lives had made them closer to each other.

Ginny shouted, "RON! You can't hog him to yourself the whole night!"

As Ron released Harry to snipe back at her, she sneaked in and hugged him. The next ten minutes was hug heaven as every Weasley took their chance to hug and snuggle and inquire about his life.

Everyone let go finally, as Arthur stood there. Harry didn't feel the slightest bit ashamed to run to him and hug him tightly. Tears came in his eyes and he whispered, "Thank you. Thank you for everything."

Arthur hugged him back as he said, "It's what I would do for any of my sons."

Everyone just looked at them happily as George shouted, "Okay, Harry's back. Let's bring out the cake, everyone!"

Arthur had found new versions of the birthday song and had made it his wish for them to sing one of them. They sang it terribly, in off-key pitch, and he loved it as he cut into the butterscotch cake with little chocolate ducks on the top of it.

Harry served himself a humongous piece, knowing that if he took anything smaller, everyone would shout at him. It was just like old times, he thought, as he spoke with all of them continuously on totally different and random topics. Celestina Warbeck's old classics were still playing on the radio, and he put his mobile on flight mode, taking a video of Arthur and Molly dancing to one of her slow songs.

Molly shouted, "Dinner is ready!"

But, none of the others were ready to eat, because Hermione had just walked through the front door.

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