Heyyyy! Hope everyone's doing well! See that 26-second trailer of Sherlock? Pheewwwwwww! Anyway, here's the next chapter. The big 3-0, Baby! And only 4 followers to hit 300. I love you guys and thanks so much for reading this!

Betaed by the lovely Sharon!

Disclaimer: Assignments are hell, I have a laptop from Dell.
I don't own Harry Potter or Glee, for writing this, I do not get a fee.
(As you can see, I have a horrible time writing poetry.)

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Everyone was flabbergasted. Harry thought that they had stopped talking to Hermione, but however, why would they? Hermione had been a close friend, just as he was, for almost the same time. Maybe, they wanted to bridge the connection between him and Hermione. However, he wasn't ready, as the wounds just starting to heal in his heart started opening again and hurt like hell. Hermione gave him a desperate look, saying, "Harry, I'm so sorr…"

Harry held a hand up. "I don't want to hear it right now. Arthur, Happy birthday again. Guys, I'll see you later. Ron, floo-call me later. Bye guys." He walked by Hermione, determined not to see her face as he took some Floo Powder and shouted, "Harry's house, Lima!" He could see shame across Hermione's face and guilt on the Weasleys' faces as he disappeared into the green flames and came sliding out the grate of his fireplace. He noticed the clock strike two and got into his bed, not bothering to change out of his clothes.

He got up at eleven to the sound of his phone ringing over and over again. He finally mustered the strength to swipe his phone and said sleepily, "Hell..o?"

The sound of the boy with the Mohawk came through the phone, "Puckster here. Football with the Glee dudes in about an hour. The girls and Kurt are also coming. You in?"

Harry yawned as he said, "I went to sleep at two, mate. What do you think?"

Puck replied, "It means that you're eating some cereal, some bacon, taking a bath, kicking the guy out of your bed, and coming to play."

Harry was outraged. "I don't have a guy in my bed!"

The sounds of Puck's laughter and Kurt's shouts came through the phone. Puck then shouted, "You're free to come then. Meet us at the field near Artie's place, the nerd says you know where it is."

Harry nodded, then realized his mistake. "Yeah, I'll be there, with sunscreen and shoes on."

"Puck out. See ya!"

Harry got out of the bed to make himself some tea, just the way Aunt Petunia had drilled into him.

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Everyone laughed as they noticed Harry and Kurt were shiny in a very similar way with sunscreen. Sam asked Kurt, "Did you guys apply sunscreen on each other in a very thorough manner?"

Kurt shoved Sam, and Sam not expecting it, fell back onto the grass, laughing like crazy. Harry just stood there, hands in his pockets, not sure what to do.

Somehow, Artie and Puck were the ones to notice his awkwardness as Puck came up to him. He asked, "So what position did you play back at England? Quarterback? Tackle? Running back? Wide receiver? Kicker?"

Harry confusedly muttered, "I don't know what any of that means."

Artie asked, "I thought you played sports back in England." He looked amused at the irritated look on Harry's face.

Harry said, "Yeah, but I mostly did track or was the goalkeeper. They didn't let me in on all the strategems."

Puck clapped his back, saying, "Don't worry, we got your back, dude."

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While all these discussions were going on, Kurt had gone back to sit with his girls.

Mercedes sighed happily. "The best part of being single is that I get to ogle so much mancandy!"

Rachel spoke up, "Even we taken girls can admire other men, as long as we hold only one man's name in our hearts, looking at the foliage around the main flower is always okay."

Brittany asked, "I didn't know the guys were leaves. Did your boyfriend do some magic and turn them into boys from leaves, Kurt?"

Kurt stuttered, "Uh, Britt, he's not my boyfriend. And magic doesn't exist, remember?"

Brittany replied, "It is. Artie gave me a magic comb. And Lauren Zizes took some magical drugs which allowed her to throw Santana into a bunch of lockers without getting beaten up by Sanny."

Santana nodded, "Yep. My Mexican third eye told me that. Your boyfriend is magic, KittyKurt."

Kurt shouted, "He's not my boyfriend!" He then whispered, "As much as I want him to be."

Tina rubbed his arm, then wiped her palm gently on a towel to remove the sticky sunscreen. "I think he likes you, Kurt. Why don't you try and ask him out? The worst he could say is no, and I don't think that's going to happen."

Kurt said, "That's the thing. I'm his only friend here, and I can't tell you stuff, but I'm pretty sure he doesn't want to go back to England for the moment. It will definitely be awkward if I do tell him I have feelings for him and he tells me he is in love with some hot guy with a brilliant British accent back home. Plus, didn't you see the train-wreck that happened when Rachel tried to make Finn give her a hundred kisses?"

Rachel just pouted, while Quinn spoke from one corner of their group of umbrellas, "Kurt, I love you, but I'd rather not hear about my boyfriend in that way, please."

Kurt gave her a mocking smile, which then turned into a genuine one when Harry looked at him, giving a jaunty wave.

Mercedes sighed again. "You are so whipped, white boy."

Kurt smiled at her. "And don't I know it, diva girl."

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About two hours later, the guys had convinced the girls and Kurt to get out of their shade and they played tag in the grass for quite some time. They laughed as everyone ran to avoid being the next "It", and finally everyone just fell onto the grass, not wanting to move an inch.

As everyone grumbled about being hungry, Finn said, "I'm not sure about the girls, but there is an awesome stand here which sells big, yummy burgers. They also have cotton candy and lemon juice, so it can be like a street three-course meal." All the guys nodded in unison, while some of the girls moaned about calories.

Kurt had fallen next to Harry, who was asking him, "So do you like mayo on your burger? Or just ketchup and mustard with vegetables?"

Kurt was horrified, as he said, "That is so much oil. All of us can't be as fit as you just like that. Some of us need to watch what we eat in order to keep our figure."

Harry coaxed him, "C'mon Kurtie, for me."

Kurt said, "Do NOT call me Kurtie."

Harry said, "Sweetie… cutie… dear… Kurt… coffee boy… Kurttttttttttttttttttttttt… please…for me?"

Kurt pleaded, "Harry, I have been taking so much care to eat healthy food with as little oil and calories as possible."

Harry said, "I'll have any coffee you want. As bitter, as strong, as disgusting as you like, I'll have it. And I'll pay for any cupcake you want. Please?"

Kurt thought over it, calculated the amount of exercise he'll need to do, and told Harry, "Fine. But only because you promised you'll have coffee."

Tina whispered in his ear, "He called you cuddly names, and you are so whipped."

He tried not to think about it. It wasn't possible that Harry had a crush on him, right?

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So, did you like the idea of Harry calling Kurt cutesie nicknames? Abhorred it? Let me know in a review!

And seeing how it's been about two months since Kurt and Harry met, I'm willing to take prompts for side-shots. Let me know if you guys are interested.

Ciao till next Saturday guys!