Update time! Longer chapter this time because I didn't want to cut the scene in between.

Now, that we've reached Chapter 32, is there anything you'd like me to write as a side-shot? Let me know, and if it goes with the timeline, I might just write it!

Edited by the lovely Sharon!

Mentions of cutting. Just in case. It's just a word, but I don't want to trigger anyone reading this.

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

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It was finally Saturday, and Harry was sweating like he had just finished a Quidditch match after ten hours of flying. He was nervous as hell, seeing how this was the first date he would have gone on since Ginny. He definitely didn't want Nick to know that, so he tried to give himself a pep talk:

Okay, Harry, you need to buck up. If you use your first date after Ginny to go out with Kurt, you may mess it up and then he will never talk to you again. You will ruin what could have been the best thing in your life. Wait, aren't I supposed to be giving myself a pep talk about Nick?

Nick, he flirted with me, and gave me his number. It's casual. Casual is good. I can work with casual. I just don't want to bring him back home with me to have sex with him. That's one thing decided. So, do not give him too many signs. Especially not the spaghetti like Lady and the Tramp. Ron's nose was still burnt a week after he and Hermione did it.

Harry realized that when he thought about Hermione this time, he only remembered how they had all laughed after Ron looked like a clown once his nose had swollen up due to the hot meatball. He then looked at himself in the mirror, only to realize he was standing in his boxers, giving himself a pep talk, and definitely feeling cold. He reached out to close the window, and blushed when a passerby catcalled at him. He wore one of the shirts hung up by Draco for him to wear and went down to the living room.

He didn't want to go through all the motions of a first date, like taking care of what he said, paying close attention to what the other said, make small talk as if they were long-lost friends rather than random people who had just met. He wondered if there would ever be a person with whom Harry could be casual and at the same time, be close and affectionate enough to date them.

He saw the time. It was about quarter before eight and they were to meet at half past eight, but Harry wanted to be there early just in case. If Harry needed to be there, he needed to start walking right away. He cursed himself for the umpteenth time for not having a driving license.

Harry closed the door and locked it behind him. However, he had just walked about a block's distance when he got a phone call from Kurt. He immediately answered it, "Hey Kurt, how are you?"

He heard a sniffle and was immediately concerned. He quietly inquired, "What happened? Can I help?"

Kurt immediately replied, "Oh no, it's nothing. It's just stupid. I thought hearing your voice would make me feel better. And yeah, it did. So bye!"

Harry immediately asked, "Where are you now, Kurt?"

Kurt replied, "I'm at home right now. Dad's at the garage."

Harry nodded to himself, then said, "Take care, okay? Bye!" He knew that Nick would not like it, especially about thirty minutes before the date, but he called him up.

"Hey…Nick?"

"Hey, handsome. Calling to check whether I'm ready? Because I most certainly am…"

"That's the thing. Oh Nick, I am so sorry I have to do this at such short notice."

"That sounds a lot like a cancellation for a dinner reservation."

"Actually one of my friends is going through some sad stuff, so he needs my help. I'm so sorry!"

"Yeaah…suure…your friend. So you'll call later?"

"Sure, maybe. Thanks so much for understanding, you're a darling."

"Of course I am. Now go console your friend."

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About ten minutes later, Harry told the cab driver to park outside Kurt's house as he paid him the money plus a little extra for getting him there early. The driver tipped his cap at him as he drove away and Harry knocked on the door.

He knew Kurt wasn't expecting him, but what he saw was definitely something he didn't expect.

Kurt had opened the door for Harry, wearing baggy sweatpants and a shirt which was too big for him and definitely his Dad's. However, the shocking part was that he had a black eye and his left cheek was red, as if someone had slapped him.

Harry immediately shouted, "What in the living hell happened to you, Kurt?"

Kurt immediately dragged him in and shushed him, loudly. He said, "The whole neighborhood does not need to hear what happened in my life. And what do you mean?"

Harry pointed in the direction of his bedroom. "Go check yourself in the mirror."

He followed Kurt as Kurt walked up to his bedroom, touched his eye gently and off-handedly mentioned, "Huh. I didn't know it could become so black."

Harry was losing his patience since it looked like Kurt had been through the ringer and he had no idea how it happened to him on a Saturday. He asked, "Kurt, are you going to tell me what happened to you or not?"

Kurt seemed to be patient in a zen manner that Harry definitely didn't approve of. He said, "Shush! Okay, so come into the kitchen with me and I'll make you some cocoa. Then I'll tell you what happened, but only if you tell me why you've dressed up tonight as opposed to your usual tee and jeans combo."

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Harry knew Kurt was getting irritated at him, but he couldn't stop staring at the black-eye. It brought up all sorts of situations in his head, some of which were totally impossible, but some of which were frightening. Harry hoped that neither of them had actually happened and there was a rational reason why Kurt had been crying over the phone and why he seemed so content now.

Kurt tried to look at every place other than Harry's face. Harry got impatient and finally said, "Are you going to tell me or not?"

Kurt nervously replied, "It's a long story. And I think you have to go out, judging by that outfit of yours. Who bought such a good combination anyway, I must commend…"

Harry interrupted, "Stop fishing. I'll tell you later. I have all the time in the world to listen to your long story. So tell me already, or I might have to call your dad."

Kurt said, "Oh Harry! Okay, okay, stop threatening me with Dad, I'll tell you. But let's shift to the couch first. I'd rather be comfortable while telling the story."

They shifted from the table to the couch, and Kurt started:

Since I was a little kid, kids and some adults alike treat me as a pedestal for mocking. My dad tried to protect me from all the hate, but it was only a matter of time before I looked up all the hateful words said to me in the dictionary. I was real precocious, according to my dad, and I definitely wanted to know what was being used to insult me.

Then, my mom died, and I had to grow up even sooner. I started making healthy meals in the kitchen, learned how not to burn myself and took care of Dad. He didn't let me do much of the work seeing how I was only eight then. I thought it would all stop when I entered puberty.

However, my voice didn't break and grow deep like it should have and actually grew even higher. This is a thing I'm proud of now, due to the range I can sing in. But back then, it was an extra excuse for ridiculing me. That's when all the bullying started. Apart from all the kids that the jocks labelled as losers and dweebs, I was the special case everyone made fun of, from the losers to the jocks to the teachers as well. It involved a lot of ragging, some events I'd like to forget about, some which I will definitely not tell you. However, I can tell you that my cleaning bill had increased considerably due to all the Slushies thrown in my face.

Then, high school started, and the jocks got a new way of entertaining themselves, throwing me in the dumpster each morning. I somehow managed, and then I found Glee in my sophomore year. I finally had some friends who teased me in a well-mannered way, and not a spiteful one. The bullying didn't make me wanna do something I would regret later on in life.

Harry looked frightened and asked, "Did you ever think of…blades?"

Kurt said, "It was a passing thought, but I never actually did anything or took the initiative."

But then junior year started. I had too many mixed feelings. I was the one who had set Carole and Dad up, and I should have been happy. But I kept feeling like I was the odd person out in their family together, that maybe all the teasing and bullying I went through was just causing the happiness to reduce in our new family. Plus, I had a new bully who took it upon himself to target me and only me.

David Karofsky. He was one of the players on the football team, and literally pushed me into lockers, shoved me down, threw my bag down, ripped one of my jackets, and threatened me. I couldn't even tell Finn because Finn feels like he had a reputation to maintain. Christmas came by and the mixing of the Hudson's traditions and ours was the last straw. Then I met you.

You…Harry, you were literally the light in my life. You gave me a new sort of positivity that I hadn't had in months. You became my new best friend and life was brilliant. That brings us to today.

Rachel and Mr. Schuester decided to have an extra Glee practice today. I thought I'd meet you tomorrow for our weekend coffee and so didn't text you. We were all practicing and decided to take a break. However, what no one else knew was that the football team was also practicing extra today.

I had gone to the washroom. When I came out of the bathroom, Karofsky was there, and made some passing remark about my sexuality as usual. But I don't know what happened, and I just snapped. I shouted at him, and he ended up pushing me to the wall. I was scared for my life, Harry, I won't deny it.

Then, something happened which made me want to hurl. I felt his thing against me. I naturally freaked out. However, he freaked out himself. And then, then, Harry, he threatened to kill me. I don't want to die, Harry. I now know why he's so fixated on me, and it's scary. I have hurled three times in the last two hours and I scrubbed my skin till all of his sweat on me vanished. I don't know what to do. I can't even tell my dad, it will kill him.

Harry immediately took Kurt in his arms and hugged him tightly. He didn't know what was going to happen, but he was definitely going to pull some strings. His Kurt did not deserve this, and now that it was all in the open, Harry was definitely going to do something about it.

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So yeah, some of the angsty angst mentioned at the start. Hopefully it didn't put you off. Tell me what you think about it? Love you guys!

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