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It was Saturday evening, and Harry didn't know what to do. Kurt had not replied to him in the last two days. He had already Fire-called Ron ten times since Kurt had left his house and he knew Ron was sick of him whining and pining around. Ron had finally asked him to call Hermione. Hermione had asked for his address and had come over Friday night.

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Harry, you need to give him time. When my parents first found out that I had magic, they were ready to lock me inside my bedroom and send me food and books via basket from the attic window. After a while, they realized they couldn't postpone the inevitable and let Professor McGonagall take me to Diagon Alley.

But you were a kid then. If you hadn't used your magic, you would have not been able to control it. Here, I kept a lot of secrets, big ones, which may mean Kurt might never talk to me again.

I do repeat though, give him time. If you force him, he might say something he didn't mean to because he didn't have time to think about it. Now let's go out, and you can show me the sightseeing places in this town you've shifted to.

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Harry and Kurt had promised to keep their weekly weekend dates during their Skype chats while he was in Europe. With the fact that he hadn't spoken to Kurt, Harry didn't want to overstep his bounds.

Just then, the doorbell rang. He looked at himself, and judged that he was decent enough to open the door, if not go out of the house. He then brushed his hair back and opened the door. Kurt was there, bouquet of flowers in hand.

Harry immediately stood the side, beckoning Kurt in. He said, "I actually wasn't expecting you for a few more days. Come, sit."

He felt oddly formal as they sat in different places, he on the couch while Kurt had chosen a chair. Kurt then handed him the bouquet, and Harry stood up from the couch to search for a vase. He then changed his mind and stupidly decided to test Kurt's limits. He got out his wand and transfigured the glass bowl in front of him into a vase, and put the flowers in it.

Harry had not looked at Kurt this whole time, and when he did, Kurt's eyes reflected surprise and enthusiasm rather than the fear he was scared to see.

Kurt then bowed his head as he said, "I'm sorry for keeping you waiting so long. I had actually already decided on Thursday night that I would see you the next day. But the morning brought new worries. I thought, maybe the only reason you spent time with me was because I didn't know anything about magic. And now that I did, you'd want to avoid me, and not spend time, and finally break up with me. I was on a downward spiral, and spent almost 15 hours in my dad's garage. It took all my courage, and some coaxing from my Dad to come here."

Harry was shocked that Kurt would worry so much. He didn't want a commitment contract signed, but still asked, "I hate to do this, but now… you're here for real, right? You won't freak out and run away if I do something out of the ordinary, right?"

Kurt immediately sat on the edge of the chair, taking Harry's hand in his, as he said, "You're nervous, and even if this isn't a good situation to say this, it's cute. So many times I've wondered if I've looked childish to you, and it's just nice to see that I can calm your insecurities."

Kurt then took a deep breath and continued, "Harry, I hope there will be no other situation where I might have to get away, but trust me, it will not be because you performed magic, which I'm actually really excited to see."

Harry then realized he now had to tell Kurt about his fame in Europe. He said, "To be honest, there is one more thing I haven't told you, because you wouldn't have understood without the magic part. But, okay... um, I am Harry Potter."

"…and I am Kurt Hummel. Is there any point to this?"

"Harry Potter was born on July 30, 1980. On October 30, 1981, Voldemort killed his parents and tried to kill him as well. Somehow, the spell backfired and hit Voldemort, leaving a lightning bolt shaped scar on his forehead. He faced Voldemort four times during his schooling. The fifth time, they went to war, and it ended with Voldemort dying at the hands of his own spell."

Kurt gaped for a minute. He then asked, "Okay… wow. I don't hate you, nor am I going to run away. But first, I want you to kiss me."

Harry needed no encouragement as he pulled Kurt onto his lap and kissed him. This went on for about five minutes till Harry remembered Kurt had said firstly.

He finally stopped kissing Kurt deeply, giving him small pecks and then left him on his lap.

Kurt continued, "Seco…" He smiled widely, "…secondly, let's order a large pizza. Then you are telling me everything from your birth till now, but with the magic element included."

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At four am, Ron entered Harry's living room through the fireplace. He looked around, only to see Harry and Kurt on the couch. Kurt leaning against Harry's shoulder, and Harry cuddling into Kurt. He smiled softly and left quietly, careful not to make too much noise.

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Sorry, it's shorter than usual! I just came back from an exam and am too tired. Love y'all!

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