A/N: Hey guys,

sorry for the delay, I was in a studying frenzy, but my exams are over and now I can concentrate fully on writing *grin* Hope you'll like this chapter and thanks for the reviews, hits, favs and alerts. They mean much to me, you guys rock! Especially because it'd seem that HP/Glee crossovers aren't that popular yet. I don't know why, but I hope it'll change with time. So, if you have any ambition of writing any HP/Glee fic with any pairing (okay be it SLASH) please tell me, because I'm a fan and would like to read them so much. *hopeful looks*

Now finishing my ramblings. Have fun while reading this!

Cheers,
Lilith

Ep.10 – Like On a Date?

No, you goddamned, fuckwitted, peanut-brained little cretins! You don't gallop to the left like a horde of rabid gazelles! It's step left, cross right, step left! Not jump, cross, jump, fall!" Harry screamed and the whole group flinched, trying to catch their breaths. "And you Hummel! I know that you're more talented than all of the misfitted morons together on a good day, but you're the fucking new guy of the Twittering Trolls here!"

"Well excuse me for being better than others and learning moves more easily!" Kurt snipped back indignantly. "And maybe, just maybe, if you toned down your weekly PMS session, they might learn the routine too."

Blaine stared at his friend in horrified wonder; sure Harry was being a supermegafoxybitch, but to talk back t him like that wouldn't solve anything.

"Why don't you teach them yourself then? Show them what makes you so superior compared to them, while I attempt to show Anderson here how to prance around and use his arms at the same time," came the no less acerbic reply. "Come Anderson."

Blaine caught the cheeky smirk sent in his direction by Kurt before walked over to their choreographer who was standing in front of the mirror wall running a hand through his hair in an agitated manner.

"Hey, are you okay?" he asked, putting a hopefully comforting hand on the other's shoulder.

"Peachy, isn't it obvious?" Harry growled, then closed his eyes and sighed. "Sorry, had a shitty night." It was true. If Blaine wanted to be honest, the slightly sunken cheeks and dark circles under those dulled green eyes were kind of telling, and he felt like an idiot for not noticing the signs sooner. "Fuck, I'm useless..."

"It's okay," Blaine murmured softly. "We still have two weeks to learn the moves and synchronize them."

"You know that's not a very comforting thought, but thanks." Harry's smile was strained, but at least it wasn't a scowl. "But now enough of the whining, we don't have all day. So stand back and try to follow, we still have an hour before ND arrives. And unlike with you, I have one hell of a routing to grill into them."

Harry still bitched and scowled, but at least tried to tone down the cursing and snapping even when Blaine had difficulty learning a particular combination. Instead he stepped behind Blaine and guided him through the move repeating until it worked; it really wasn't Harry's fault that the suddenly very alive and fluttery butterflies in Blaine's stomach decided to choreography their own dance, whenever their hands touched, distracting him constantly.

"It's still disastrous, but even I'm not sadistic enough to totally break you. What would I do with a bunch of crippled slaves?" Harry dismissed them with a frown-y smirk at the end of the session, looking even more tired than an hour ago.

The Warblers sighed in relief, not questioning why can they get out of the hell someone dared to call practice half an hour early. They just grabbed their things and hurried out of the room, grumbling about being drenched in sweat and killing muscles.

"You should ask him." Blaine of course didn't jump into the air when Kurt breathed into his ear from behind.

He turned his head toward his friend, his brows furrowed. "What?"

"To our movie night." Kurt rolled his eyes. "Ask him." And before Blaine could have answered he was out of the door, leaving him alone with their clearly exhausted and irritated tutor.

He glanced at the other man, who was towelling his head and face, biting his lower lip in indecision, yet still took a few steps closer. "Um..." Harry looked up, confusion flashing in his eyes. "I was wondering... if you'd like to go out tonight?"

"Go out? Like on a date?"

The so hated "I don't mix work and fun." flashed in Blaine's mind immediately, causing him to quickly shake his head. "No, of course not!" he denied hastily.

"Oh." Had Harry sounded disappointed just now? Surely not.

"It's not even really an outing, just a movie night at my place with Kurt and some of the Warblers. We order some take-out and watch our favourite movies," Blaine continued, putting on his best begging look for the older boy who raised a sardonic eyebrow.

"Kurt, huh?"

What? Blaine wanted to ask, not really understanding the nature of the question, but instead of making an even bigger fool of himself he just nodded. "Yeah and Wes, David, Thad and Lynn. Mercedes wanted to come too, but some family emergency came up so it'll be an All Boy Party."

"And you want me to come too." Harry's expression was dubious.

"Of course! You're my friend, aren't you?"

"That I am."

"Which means you must come."

"Well, if it's obligatory, I can't really say no, can I?" Harry smirked mischievously.

"I don't accept no as an answer, sorry." Blaine grinned back, feeling lightheaded.

"Then I have no other choice but bless you with my presence. Feel absolutely honoured."

"Sweet! I mean, I'm absolutely flattered you accepted my humble invitation," he added, blushing at his over-enthusiasm, but his smile almost split his face in half.

"Okay, Pluto, tone down the tail waggling and give me your address," Harry chuckled in amusement, causing Blaine to flush even more and quickly type his address into the other's phone.

"Here. We start at eight. Don't need to bring anything."

"Sure. I'll be there. Now hurry up, New Directions are coming in a few."

Blaine grinned once more and run out of the room; he had a lot f cleaning to do... even if it wasn't a date. But not even that little detail could wane his good mood. Harry was coming over!