More angst! I am so sorry for this, but I am an angst whore! Anyway, here's hoping I can write the next chapter because I have my midterms this week! Ow!

Edited by the lovely Sharon!

On a happier note, I finally got my driving license!

Disclaimer: Definitely do not own Harry Potter or Glee.

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Kurt was keeping his distance from Harry. He stuck to small talk over texts and didn't reply when Harry gave a suitable time for them to meet at Coffee-holics over the weekend. He didn't go to his place and pull him out of bed, and he didn't live-text him about what he saw at school. It was driving him crazy, trying not to get the phone out of his pocket. But it was the greater good, he thought, as he turned his head away from a smirking Karofsky. While he had told Harry about what had happened with him last week, he had left out one thing on purpose.

Karofsky cornered him against the wall as he muttered, "I've seen you, you know. With that British boyfriend of yours. You shag him yet?"

Kurt was scared for his life as he almost shrieked, "No, no, he's just a friend."

Karofsky nodded and threatened, "Good. You know why? Because if he tries to do it, I'll kill him. And then I'll kill you."

Kurt shivered and the bully smirked as he said, "Later, loser!"

After that, Kurt was reluctant to talk to Harry ever again. It was one thing to think he was being bullied because the boy was a homophobe, and another to know he threatened to kill him because Kurt went out for coffee with another boy. He knew Harry would be able to handle himself, but he didn't want Karofsky to kill him. So, he resorted to texts.

And when Rachel announced at Glee practice that there was going to be a party at her place, he reluctantly agreed. Looking at his friends getting drunk might just amuse him for a bit. He dressed up for the occasion, wearing tight black jeans with a red shirt, even though all he wanted to do was relax in his jammies.

Puck tried to get him to loosen up by drinking a vodka mixture, but he shook his head. He didn't want to drink, not then anyway. He sat in a corner of the Oscar room, looking at everyone making complete fools of themselves. He took out his phone, wanting to text Harry, but ended up opening the camera app. It's for the greater good, he reminded himself.

He took pictures of Rachel lying on the stage with a bottle stuck to her mouth like a baby. Mercedes and Tina were caught touching Mike's abs, who in turn was watching Brittany strip. Santana and Quinn were snapped in the middle of shouting at Puck, who was happily texting someone. Artie was throwing one dollar notes all over Brittany. He decided to take a video of them instead to hold as lifelong blackmail, however, his finger hovered over the video button as Harry walked into the room, looking handsome as usual.

Kurt decided to talk to him as if nothing had gone wrong between them, even though he knew Harry would have a dozen questions about why and what and who.

Harry had dressed up quite smartly. Kurt clicked the video button and started aiming it around the room, knowing that Harry wouldn't talk a serious talk with him if he knew it would be captured on the video. He laughed a bit to himself as he saw Santana and Rachel hugging each other in a very compromising manner. Harry walked up to him and he faux-ignored him till Harry spoke, "Hey Kurt!"

Kurt looked up in mock-surprise and stood up, hugging Harry as he continued to film the Gleeks in various positions. "How have you been, Harry? We haven't met for like what, two weeks? That's a new record!"

Harry started, "Yeah, about that…"

Kurt shushed him as he pointed to his mobile and Harry sat next to him, looking slightly disgruntled. Kurt hated that he was doing this but he had no other choice. Artie suddenly popped up right in front of his mobile. He laughed loudly. "Hey Kurt, whatcha doing with the mobile? Harry is right next to you, why are you texting him?"

Harry also laughed as Kurt said, "I was taking a video of you guys. What happened to Stripper!Brittany?"

Artie shrugged. "The tequila got to her. She's in Rachel's bathroom right now. I'm praying she doesn't put her head inside the toilet."

Kurt made a noise of disgust and pointed the camera to himself, "With that, I conclude this video of Drunk Train Wreck Extravaganza, 2011!"

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About five minutes later, he and Harry were sitting in Rachel's living room. The pop music was still audible, but at least they could hear each other over here. Kurt was nursing a Diet Coke while Harry had dosed his with rum. Kurt curiously asked, "Will you get drunk with that?"

Harry scoffed, "Nah! Drinking with Ron has given me a slight strength against getting drunk. I need to drink a lot more, and have it neat if I want to get drunk."

Kurt smiled politely, then asked, "So you never actually answered what you were doing that day to look so cleaned up."

He caught a look of dread on Harry's face, which disappeared almost instantly. He felt Harry hesitate before he spoke, "I was going out for… a date."

Kurt's hopes immediately shattered. He thought he was sure he knew Harry liked him, which is why it confused him as to why Harry would go out on a date with someone else.

Harry hurriedly continued, "It's not like that. Kurt, I like you very much. A lot. But my last relationship ended because I came out to her, and I didn't want to ruin our friendship in case the baggage from that relationship piled on to us. So, one of my friends said that if I tried a faux-date with someone else, I can finally confess my feelings to you."

Kurt had two different trains of thoughts going on in his head. One of them was astonished that Harry would do that and he was pissed about it. The other one made him feel that it was good because Karofsky wouldn't want to kill Harry anymore. However, the next words from Harry's mouth made it even more confusing.

"Now that I think about it, I don't think I would have even kissed him. It just wouldn't have …felt right. But why have you been avoiding me, Kurt?"

Kurt knew he should tell Harry, but he just couldn't. So he did the best he always did: deflect.

"I feel like a drink, do you want one more? I think I'll take Puck on his offer of vodka."

He left the living room, realizing when he reached the basement that Harry hadn't followed him down.

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So confusing this friendship is! Let me know what you think in a review!

Love, LP!