A/N: University is great! On Thursday I found a room full of lesbians, fondue, and free alcohol! I don't remember the next four hours, but I'm sure it was epic! However, having to read a Charles Dickens novel a week and having about six essays due in the same two days makes finding time to write really difficult. As it is I'm writing at work when his Honour takes twenty five minutes to say, "Lol you're screwed," and I have nothing else to do. I do have a brief study break coming up though, so I'll put that to good use (not studying).

Someone mentioned having concerns that I'd make Karofsky a bad guy in here, but anything I do with that character will be as close to canon as possible; I'm very fond of Max Adler and I could never make him irredeemable. Also, someone else pointed out that I should have a trigger warning on this story, and they're absolutely right. I should have thought of that, and I really hope no-one has been put at risk because of my absent-mindedness. I'll be adding a brief warning to the AN in chapter one immediately.

I have gotten started on the next chapter, but I have five readings due on Monday and four on Tuesday and so it might be a while before I can get to it again. Love to all! I have to admit, I have been reading out some of my reviews to my (very patient and indulgient) friends and family. They make it all worth while!

When Burt got home Kurt had finished dinner, leaving it to stay warm in the oven. Harry was sitting cross-legged on Kurt's bed, going through the bag of possessions Hermione had brought for him. He smiled at the pictures of his parents tucked carefully between two soft jumpers, and made a note of the locked wooden box he assumed held his wand. It felt good to be wearing his own clothes for the first time in a week (just a grey t-shirt and a pair of worn jeans, but it felt safe and comfortable in a way that he hadn't realised clothes could make him feel) and after a weak protest he'd let Kurt brush his hair off his face. Kurt was doing homework at his desk, tapping away on his computer, the two of them content in companionable silence. Hearing the front door open made Harry flinch, but settling back against Kurt's pillows helped his heart-rate slow a little. Burt's footsteps up the stairs were familiar, Harry having gotten very good at hearing the man coming when he and Kurt were kissing on Kurt's bed in the past, so when the gentle knock on the door arrived he wasn't startled. The door opened slowly, the brim of Burt's hat edging around the side first. When he saw Harry sitting up, dressed and smiling, his eyes went wide, and he slipped into the room.

"Will Schuester called and said you were awake, but I wasn't sure if you still would be," Burt breathed, looking between his son and the other boy with a wide smile. "Harry, kid, how are you feeling?"

"I'm okay," Harry shrugged and gave Burt a small smile. "I only had one anxiety attack since I woke up, and I'm pretty shaky but I'm okay."

"Good, that's - that's real good," Burt sighed a little, rocking back on his heels and failing to hide his relief. "Do you need anything? Have you eaten and stuff?"

"Of course he's eaten, dad, give me some credit," Kurt huffed, but he ruined any offended effect he might have sustained by jumping up and hugging his father around the chest. Harry looked down while the father and son held one another, awkwardly shuffling his clothes in the bag until the Hummels finally pulled apart. Kurt was wiping his eyes discreetly, clearly trying to pull himself together. "Hermione got him something to eat when he first woke up, right Harry?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," Harry nodded demurely, looking down at all his clothes. "Thank you so much for everything you've done for me this past week, Burt. I can't begin to tell you how much it means to me, I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't-"

"You don't need to thank me, kiddo," Burt waved his thanks off, slipping his hands into his pockets with a shrug. "At this point you're family. Don't worry about it."

"I do need to thank you," Harry argued weakly, pushing his bag off of his lap and getting shakily to his feet. Both Burt and Kurt reached forward to help steady him when he wavered a little, but he managed to keep his feet underneath him as he grasped Burt's wrist. "Really. You've done so much for me for no reason at all, when you didn't have to do anything. Most people would just have dropped me off at the hospital and been done with me."

"That was never an option for me," Burt said firmly, gingerly ruffling Harry's hair.

"So what actually happened today? Schuester only gave me a heads up that Kurt was probably gonna come home," Burt looked between the two boys as he helped settle Harry back on the bed. Kurt looked at Harry and raised an eyebrow, and the wizard shot him a reassuring smile back. Burt went on carefully. "I mean, when did you wake up?"

"A little after lunch time?" Harry guessed, thinking back to those first few hazy minutes. "I was pretty confused after I first woke up. Hermione was there, she filled me in on what was going on, how long I had been sick and that sort of thing."

"And Schuester came in after that?" Burt confirmed. Harry nodded.

"Yeah, Hermione went to get me some food and sent him in. It just - he left, I ate, I took a shower, I took a nap. Mostly I've slept today, I think. I can't tell, though, I'm still completely exhausted," Harry smiled wryly as he sank back against Kurt's pillows again. Kurt took over as he fussed with the cushions beneath Harry's head.

"I got home at about 3, I skipped out of Glee," Kurt admitted shamelessly, sitting down next to Harry and tangling his fingers with his boyfriend's. "Harry and Hermione were both dead asleep. A few of our friends came over after Glee, at around 4, they didn't stay long, though."

"That was when I had the anxiety attack," Harry added, blushing a little. "Brittany said something - it was totally innocent, Brittany doesn't mean any harm but. But yeah. That's pretty much been my day. A whole lot of sleeping and eating and freaking out. Not exactly productive."

"No one expected you to be perfectly fine right away, kid," Burt patted Harry's ankle and exchanged a fond look with Kurt. "Well, except maybe Finn, but we make allowances for him. We know it's gonna take more than just a week of drug withdrawal to help you feel better, and that's fine. We're happy to do it."

"I'm going to get better," Harry couldn't help but blurt out, feeling suddenly like he should promise. "I will."

"We know, Harry," Kurt squeezed his hand, looking up at Burt. "Dad? Can Harry and I eat dinner up here tonight? I don't think - I mean, dinnertime exposure to Finn is traumatic enough when you're not already stressed out -"

"Kurt, be nice to your brother," Burt warned, rolling his eyes as Harry snorted into his hand. Kurt tossed his head a little and turned up his nose a little.

"Dad, he eats like a school of starving piranha descending on a bleeding lamb. It almost gives me an anxiety attack every day, let alone right now. So, can we?" Harry grinned a little at Kurt's snarking, ignoring the heat in his cheeks at the truth behind Kurt's request; Harry couldn't handle being around too many people right now, particularly Finn, and especially not outside Kurt's room. Burt was already nodding.

"Yeah, sure. I'll bring it up when the rest of us eat. Carole should be home in about an hour."

"Good, that gives me some time to finish my chemistry homework," Kurt sighed a little, pulling a face when he looked over at his desk. Harry frowned a little, following his gaze.

"I guess I'm going to need to catch up with homework and stuff," Harry's sigh matched Kurt. "At least McKinley's work is easier than Ho - Gallant Hall."

"I bet it was," Burt muttered, looking immediately like he regretted it as Kurt looked over at him sharply.

There was an awkward pause as Kurt and Burt exchanged uncomfortable looks. Harry looked between them suspiciously, taking in the high flush on both of their cheeks, the way Kurt was almost glaring at his father and Burt couldn't meet his eyes. A cold feeling rose up in the bottom of his stomach, rising to his throat. He sat up slowly, cautiously.

"What - " Harry began, his voice catching. Kurt caught Harry's hand again, squeezing it hard as he could. "Er - is everything all right?"

"Everything is fine," Kurt soothed him, his smile suddenly fake. At Harry's disbelieving look he insisted. "No, really, Harry, everything is fine, we just - there's something we should probably tell you. Dad?"

Burt shifted uncomfortably, and at Kurt's curt nod he started talking.

"Harry... while you were withdrawing, you were hallucinating and dreaming and stuff," Burt began, looking around the room and lowering his voice. "And you were - you were talking. In your sleep and your - your visions or whatever. You kept saying - you were giving people orders."

Harry sat perfectly still, his heat beginning to race so fast he could feel it in every finger, in every nerve in his body. Burt went on gently, his voice quiet, "Me and - me and Schuester began to think, you know? It wasn't just one time, it kept happening over and over, and we started puttin' things together..."

"They know, Harry," Kurt interrupted gently, slipping an arm around Harry's waist. "I didn't - I just confirmed what they already worked out, so they wouldn't ask any more questions. I remembered what you said, and I promise, I didn't want to tell anyone and I made them promise not to tell anyone else, it was just - "

"This wasn't Kurt's fault at all," Burt interrupted as Kurt's voice began to rise in pitch and pace, his arm around Harry's still frozen body winding tighter. "It really wasn't. And we know how important it is that we don't talk about it. I haven't even told Carole, and I'm not in a habit of keeping things from my wife."

"Did you know," Harry interrupted, a thought warming the terrified frost in his chest enough that he could feel his lips twitch up into a smile. "That you two babble in the exact same way when you're nervous or guilty?"

Kurt let out a shocked giggle, clapping a hand over his mouth. Burt cracked a smile too as Harry took a deep, shaky breath. He felt like he'd been physically struck; this was what he had been so afraid of, what he'd been trying so hard to avoid. It didn't feel real that it could have happened, that he could have let his (second) greatest secret out without even knowing he'd done it. But Kurt and Burt were still staring at him trepidatiously, eyes wide and brows tensing, and he found himself reassuring them without even knowing he was doing it, "I don't - I'm not angry. It's nobody's fault but - it's nobody's fault. I just really wish you didn't know. What do - what do you know?"

"We know that you were, you know, military," Burt slowly sat down on the bed next to Harry's feet. He cringed sympathetically when Harry's breath caught in his throat. "And that you - Kurt said you weren't lying about how you grew up, just about the school and stuff."

"I didn't lie," Harry protested, rising up a bit against Kurt's side. "I didn't, I wouldn't do that. I just left some stuff out, I'm not - I'm not a liar. I really did go to boarding school and everything I just - I just - "

Became a murderer as well.

"Whoa, you just went dead pale there, kid," Burt reached forward but hesitated when Harry twitched back.

- Murderer, murderer - they wanted a weapon and they got it, I'm just a weapon -

"Harry, breathe," Kurt brushed a lock of hair from behind Harry's ear. Harry realised with a start that his face was damp with a sudden rush of tears, and when he tried to breathe in it was on a sob. Okay, okay, don't panic, just calm down, nothing's wrong, don't panic.The father and son waited patiently for Harry to get control of his breathing, to calm the wave of fear and horror and loathing that he felt whenever he thought back to last year. After a moment he managed to stop his soft sobs, but he could still feel himself shrinking back into himself.

"Sorry," he muttered, wiping his eyes on the back of his hand. Just stay calm, stay calm."I'm, uh - I don't like to think about - about the things I had to do."

"Fair enough too," Burt grunted, clapping his hand onto Harry's ankle. "I ain't gonna make you talk about it, I figure you'll do that with your therapist or whoever. But you can talk to me if you want to, and you gotta know - it doesn't make me think less of you."

"You would if you knew," Harry whispered, wincing as soon as he did. No, no no stop, don't think about it more, just drop it.Before he could open his mouth to apologise Burt raised his hands.

"You told me that first day, when I was bringing you from your house, that you'd hurt people. I told you that I didn't care. When you said that, I thought you just meant you were a bully or something. Why the hell would I give a damn now that I know you were just a kid being forced into a bad situation?"

"Because I hurt people, you don't understand," Harry choked up as the fear rose up again, almost overwhelming him as he clung closer to Kurt. Fuck, I can't - he doesn't know, he doesn't really know, I have to I have to I have to - His boyfriend made a sympathetic noise and let Harry tuck his head into the crook of his neck holding him close.

"Hey, it's okay. We won't talk about it anymore. Just know that we still care about you, we don't blame you for it, just take a deep breath, sweetie."

"I didn't mean to scare him like that," Harry could hear Burt mumble through the roaring in his mind. Kurt sighed a little.

"It's hard to know what will set him off. It's okay. He'll be fine in a minute."

"You weren't meant to know," Harry could vaguely hear himself moan into Kurt's shoulder as he shook. "You weren't meant - people can't know. People know and they're going to take me away - I don't want to go away, I don't want people to know."

Murderer, monster, weapon...

"No-one else will know, Harry, I promise you. No-one is going to take you away from me," Kurt pressed a fierce kiss to the crown of Harry's head. There was shifting behind the wizard, a heavy weight landing on the bed, and Harry flinched and sobbed harder when to large hands suddenly grasped his shoulder.

No no no no get away, get away! Please don't hurt me, uncle Vernon, please please no no no -

"Harry, Harry!" Burt's voice called distantly. "Nothing's gonna hurt you kid, come on!"

"Dad, that's not helping, give him some space. Sweetie, just listen to my voice. You're safe, baby, I promise, you're safe."

Safe Kurt's here, everything is fine just stop pathetic, pathetic, nothing's wrong, just stop just stop why don't you just just just -

"So sick of this!" Harry snarled, ripping himself from Kurt's arms and raising his hands to tug on his hair. His fear was suddenly drowning in bright hot rage, anger at his own lack of control pressed sharp and swelling under his skin, mixing with the anxiety until it was a kind of furious hysteria. "What am I doing? Why am I so scared, nothing is wrong!"

"Harry, stop, you're hurting yourself!" Kurt's voice was far away, drowned out by the boiling frustration making Harry tug and scratch at his skin. So pathetic, so useless, relying on Kurt to do everything, he deserves better than a monster, a stupid useless worthless monster -

Strong hands grabbed Harry's narrow wrists and pulled them away from where he was striking his head with clenched fists. He snarled unconsciously and fought against the iron grip he found himself in.

No no no gotta do it, gotta hurt deserve it, I deserve all of it -

"-I deserve it, let me go I deserve it," he babbled mindlessly, struggling against the hands holding his arms still. "Let me do it, let me die, I deserve it I hate myself, I hate myself I deserve this -"

"Christ, kid, no you don't! Hold up a second, Jesus."

The strong hands grasping his arms turned into strong arms wrapping around his torso, pinning his arms against a broad, flannel-covered chest, keeping him still. He struggled for another minute, his anger-fuelled adrenaline rush still pounding through him, but eventually it began to fade. It felt like coming down from an anxiety attack without the fear; he first became aware of the stinging in his face and head from the little scratches and bruises he had given himself, then the aching in his arms from struggling. His chest was burning, and so was his throat - had he been screaming? He could barely remember what he'd been doing at all. There were still-wet tear tracks streaking his face - he hadn't even realised he was crying. He could suddenly hear his own harsh breathing, slowing down from its once-dangerous pace but still rasping, still dry and heaving and painful with every inhale. He could also hear something else, a gentle crying close by, but he wasn't crying anymore so who - ?

Kurt.

It was Burt holding him still, Burt who had pinning his arms so he couldn't keep hurting himself. But Kurt... Kurt had seen it all.

"Fuck," Harry muttered to himself, his energy draining from him as the last of the fog in his mind disappeared. He slumped down, pulling back as far as Burt would let him. His hands were still shaking as he stared down at his clenched fists where they rested against Burt's chest. "Fuck, I..."

"You with us again, kid?" Burt's voice rumbled above him, and Harry nodded dumbly.

"Y-yeah," Harry coughed as his abused throat spasmed. "Yeah, I - god, I'm so sorry."

"Not your fault," Burt grunted, loosening his grip around Harry's arms. He let the teenager settle back a bit, but stayed cautiously close. "You gotta know it's not your fault, kiddo. None of this is, not really. You're just - you don't deserve it."

"Dad, please," Kurt's choked up voice wavered over from the other side of the room, and both Harry and Burt looked over at him. Harry's stomach dropped when he saw his boyfriend; Kurt was pale and weeping silently, his arms wrapped tightly around himself.

"Kurt, I'm sorry," Harry pleaded, his voice crackling and weak. Kurt shook his head and rushed forward, pulling Harry away from his father and into his arms.

"I don't blame you, Harry. I just - god, I just hate seeing you in so much pain."

The room became uncomfortably silent as the three men processed the chaos of the last minutes. Burt eventually cleared his throat.

"Harry, kid, what was that? I mean, I know you can't control it but that looked like you did when you were still fighting the drugs," Harry cringed at Burt's weary words. The teenager shrugged, looking down at his knees.

"I don't - I don't know. I was just - it was an anxiety attack but then I just got so angry I couldn't contain it - " he cut himself off when Kurt shuddered against him, the taller boy still trembling faintly. "Kurt? Love, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to-"

"I know, I know, Harry, don't worry about that," Kurt pulled back from where he'd been pressing his forehead to Harry's shoulder to give his boyfriend a weak smile. "You're still in recovery. It'll take a while before this sort of thing stops happening. It's just - the things you were saying..."

Kurt trailed off, his beautiful blue-green eyes welling up with tears again. Harry glanced nervously between Kurt and Burt.

The things I was saying? Merlin, what was I saying? I don't remember, I just remember how it felt, fuck, what did I say?

"I don't - I don't really remember what I said," Harry admitted carefully, squeezing Kurt's arm a little and looking up at Burt. "But, you know, I was pretty hysterical, I don't think you need to worry - "

"Kid, you said you wanted to die," Burt interrupted him gently, shooting his shivering son a compassionate look when he flinched. Harry blanched and shrank back a little, a vague recollection tickling at his mind.

Fuck, I probably did say that. Shit, this isn't good.

"The way I see it," Burt went on, watching Harry's expression carefully. "That you're thinkin' like that, even when you're hysterical, that's a reason to worry."

"I didn't mean to say that," Harry whispered, looking down again. Kurt tapped his cheek gently with one long finger, making Harry look up and catch his eye,

"You were hitting yourself," Kurt began slowly, carefully, the barely veiled horror in his eyes not letting Harry look away. "Saying you deserved it, screaming that you hate yourself and that you want to die. You just - I've never - is that - is that how you actually feel?"

"Kurt, I was hysterical," Harry protested, digging his nails into his thigh through his jeans, pleading internally for Kurt not to pursue it. For all his skill at hiding things, for all his ability to think on his feet to cover up every magical mishap that happened around him, there was no way he could lie straight to Kurt's face. Not now, not after everything Kurt had done for him. But his pleas went unheard, because Kurt just shook his head, his forehead wrinkling into a frown.

"That isn't an answer, Harry," he said sharply, softening when Harry bit his lip and looked down. "Sweetheart, please. Just tell me. Do you really think you deserve this?"

Harry hesitated for a moment, before nodding a little, "I've done such bad things, Kurt..."

"You don't need to explain it to me right now," Kurt soothed, reaching forward to run a hand down Harry's arm. "And I'm not going to try and talk you out of it. Right now, I just want to know what you're thinking, okay? I don't think you deserve it and you know that, I hope, but please, just - just tell me."

Harry nodded slowly, his eyebrows rising slightly at the way Kurt visibly calmed down as he spoke. Over Kurt's shoulder Harry could see Burt giving Kurt a similar look, sort of impressed, surprised and proud all at once. Kurt noticed the looks he was getting and blushed a little, "I've been reading a lot of psychology books in the last couple of months, okay? I wanted to be able to be there for you."

"You didn't need to do that," Harry whispered, feeling a little awed. Kurt shook his head, smiling a bittersweet smile.

"One day, Harry Potter," he began gently, the familiar phrase comforting both boys. "You will believe me when I tell you that I don't have to 'have to' do things for you to want to do things for you."

Some of the tension in the room bled away with the teasing tone in Kurt's voice. Kurt began to rub his hand up and down Harry's arm slowly as he began again, his attempts to keep his voice calm and soothing failing a bit as fear clawed at him.

"You don't - you don't have to justify it, just please tell me if you're - do you really h-hate yourself that much?"

Kurt's voice slipped into pleading towards the end of the sentence. Harry looked away.

"Oh Harry," Kurt's voice was sad, and Harry shrugged.

"It's always kind of been there, that feeling," he picked at a loose thread on his jean pocket, his lips twisting in a humourless smile as he thought back. "I guess hearing that you're a worthless waste-of-space every day for a decade kind of does a number on you."

"Well, I love you and think you're amazing, and I'm clearly smarter than your family, so I must be right," Kurt tried to sniff disdainfully, but with his voice wavering like it was it sounded more like a miserable sniffle. "But I'm not going to try and convince you right now. I need to know - we need to know if..."

"...if I really want to die?" Harry supplied when Kurt's breath hitched a little. His boyfriend nodded, mouth tense and pinched as he waited for Harry's answer. Burt was staring at Harry with similar intensity, and the wizard found himself staring over the man's shoulder at the door just to escape their looks. He thought for a moment, knowing that every second he hesitated was breaking Kurt's heart. "I don't... want to hurt you. I would never do anything to hurt you, love. And I know that if I didn't anything to myself - if I killed myself - that would hurt you. So I'm not going to. And I'm happy here, for the most part - in America, I mean. I'm happy a lot, but... I don't really feel like I deserve to be."

"So... you're saying that you do want to die," Burt deduced, shaking his head a little. Harry squirmed.

"I don't want to hurt anyone," he repeated, looking down at his hands. Kurt shifted and sighed, wiping the back of his hand over his eyes.

"That's not a no, but all right. That's all right. Just as long as you remember that if you do die I'll be so damn heartbroken I'll probably cry forever, we can work with this."

"Well I certainly don't want you to cry forever," Harry shot his boyfriend a weak grin, taking the paler boy's hand in his. Burt reached over to clap a hand on Kurt's shoulder, smiling when Kurt reached up to rest his hand on his father's.

"I think," Kurt began after a moment, a hint of a yawn hitching his words. It triggered a yawn in Harry, making the wizard notice that he was completely exhausted. "That Harry and I would both like to cuddle and nap right now, dad. Do you mind if we have a couple of hours?"

"Of course," Burt got to his feet slowly, the slump in his shoulders making it look like he might be as tired as the two boys. "I'll wake you up when we're eating. It sure smells good in the kitchen, buddy."

"Thank you, dad, we're having lasagne and salad," Kurt waved him out of the room, chuckling softly after the door was shut and murmuring to Harry. "Don't tell him that it's vegetarian and low fat. I want to see if he notices."

"Right. Noted," Harry let himself fall back against Kurt's familiar pillows, pulling his boyfriend with him. Harry gladly sank into his embrace, wriggling around so he was at Kurt's side, resting his head against Kurt's chest.

Kurt sighed deeply, his arms tightening around his boyfriend. "Gucci, I can't remember the last time I was this tired. I could sleep for a month."

Guilt hit Harry again, and he winced, "I'm sor-"

"Don't apologise again, you idiot, I don't regret a minute of it," Kurt huffed, poking Harry's side. "And I'd do it again but GOD. Yeah. Long week."

"Long DAY too," Harry added. "And I've only been awake for a couple of hours."

Kurt hummed an agreement and began running a hand down Harry's back. They lay quietly for a moment, but a niggling thought pressed on Harry's mind.

"Thank you," he whispered against Kurt's chest. When Kurt's body stiffened underneath him he hurried on. "I know you don't think I need to thank you for anything, but I really do. You've done far more for me than I deserve, so just - thank you."

To Harry's surprise, Kurt didn't rush to dispute him. He just stayed silent for a long moment, before sighing again.

"You're better than you think, you know," Kurt murmured. When Harry raised his head off of Kurt's chest to protest his boyfriend gently guided him back down, shushing him. "No, just listen. I know you don't like yourself after everything you've done. I know there are things about you that I don't know. And I don't want to argue with you about it - I know it's going to take more than me telling you that you're amazing to get you to believe me, but... it's a start. So please, Harry, indulge me? Let me just - tell you what I see in you."

Harry stayed quiet, unease warring with a deep affection in his chest. He nodded slowly, his face still pressed just above Kurt's heart, and Kurt let out a sigh.

"Okay."

There was a long silence as Kurt thought, and Harry shifted a little uncomfortably. He didn't like people telling him how good he was; he wasn't perfect, he was a messed up, needy, weak murderer, yet people treated him like he was a saint. I'm not, I'm not I'm not I can't be-

"You're not perfect," was the first thing Kurt said, and Harry started against his side. Kurt laughed a little, petting Harry's back. "I know that's an odd way to start a pep-talk, but I need you to know that I don't put you on a pedestal. I'm well aware of your faults, sweetheart. You're stubborn and short tempered and oblivious and you don't think things through before you do them. I know all of that. And every single one of those things make me love you more. Your temper made you stand up for me when no-one else did. Your stubbornness is the only reason you can stand against my own. And if you weren't oblivious you may not have fallen for me as perfectly as you did. And you're so compassionate, and brave, and generous and funny and smart - I know you don't believe me but damn it, I'm going to keep telling you until you do."

Kurt gasped in a breath when he finally finished, his cheeks flushing pink. Harry raised his head enough that he could look up at his boyfriend with a raised eyebrow, "...you do realise you didn't have to say all that in one breath?"

Kurt poked Harry in the side, huffing, "You would only pick up on that. But I'm serious, I think - "

"I know," Harry interrupted, stretching his neck to press a gentle kiss to the bottom of Kurt's chin. "I know, love. And I don't believe all those things are true but... I believe that you believe it."

"Well, that's a start," Kurt pecked the top of Harry's head and squeezed the boy closer to him. "Now let's nap until dinner; my homework can wait."

Harry smiled and let his eyes slip shut, happy to forget the constant uncomfortable feeling in his gut in favour of curling close to Kurt's side and letting himself drift off.