Hey guys,

so this totally hasn't turned out the way I wanted to, thank it the Warblers and their childishness... and the fact most of them saw snow for the first time in their life... Yeah. I kissed the Harry/Blaine clumsy romance bye-bye when they got to the mysterious place... *sigh* Hopefully next chapter would make it up for this fiasco *grin*

Thanks for the reviews, adds and hits. You're great! chocolatedogz I couldn't reply to you, but thanks for the review on the latest chapter!

Cheers,
Lilith

Ep.12 – Snow? Snow in Los Angeles?

To celebrate the success of learning their Hey, Soul Sister routine, Harry decided to show his more human side and gave them thirteen tickets to a secret place. Naturally it excited the Warblers and caused them to talk about this mysterious place called Wonder Land – "How original," Kurt scoffed softly with a roll of his eyes when he read the contents f his ticket the first time – and what they would find there.

Of course Blaine was excited too, he looked forward to spend some time that was not filled with cursing and screaming with Harry, who, as if to prove Blaine right, masterfully avoided being alone with him since the ominous "morning after" when they found their limbs hopelessly entangled to the great amusement of Blaine's friends.

That morning was one of the most embarrassing moments of his life for sure, no matter how right Harry felt in his arms or how corny that thought itself sounded. And if it wasn't enough that Blaine's face was burning when he noticed their state, those bastards who dared to call themselves his friends had the gall to snicker and mockingly coo at them, not to mention Wes' outrageous wink aimed in his direction, while the Asian boy mouthed "Good catch."

Blaine shook his head and looked around in the practice hall, his gaze never resting for more than a few seconds before wandering over to the next glowing face. "You'll never find out the secret." He heard the smug, husky voice next to him, and he had to clench his teeth together to prevent himself from shrieking like a girl on a crappy horror movie.

"Kurt and Bailey think that it's a spa," Blaine answered, sending a mild glare at the smirking choreographer who snorted at this.

"Trust Hummel to think the name Wonder Land equals with a wellness centre," Harry scoffed. "Although I'm more curious about where do you think we are going."

"Nah... you'd laugh at me." He would never admit he wished they got tickets to Disney Land.

"Can't be worse than Puckerman's suggestion of it must be a newly built red light district." The older man sneered disdainfully and Blaine sputtered in shock; trust the self-entitled badass to suggest something like that. "So?"

"Don't even think about it." He shook his head in denial. "Just because Puck was his usual exuberant self, it doesn't mean I'll share my ridiculous and farfetched ideas with you."

"Good. Then keep it to yourself," Harry answered, obviously sulking, before he added, "Killjoy."

Blaine just grinned, happy that the awkward avoidance period was finally over even if they only settled back as simple friends. At least Harry was talking to him again... like really talking. "Still not telling."

"And I wanted to be nice and give you a lift..."

"That's totally unfair!" Blaine grumbled, but he refused to admit he was pouting. "I don't have a car and would never ride with Wes... like in a thousand or so years. One almost near death experience is enough for a life time. You can't be so heartless!"

"Suck it up and move your ass." Harry rolled his eyes with a devilish smirk. "That blasted puppy face of yours saved you for now. And I still owe you for being a pathetic bull-headed coward." The last part was uttered so softly that Blaine was sure he wasn't supposed to hear it.

To tell the truth, he was a bit cautious about the ride, fearing they would have nothing to talk about, but Harry just grinned roguishly and turned on the radio with a wink, singing along on his deep, husky voice that sent not so innocent shivers down Blaine's spine despite the imperfectness of that voice.

He had never heard Harry sing before, and probably he was the first to hear it too, or so he liked to think so, because it gave him warm tingles and filled his heart with satisfaction. "Cut the gaping, you look like a fish," the choreographer grumbled, but his cheeks were tinted pink. "I'm allowed to sing, not?"

"Of course... sorry. I just never..." Blaine stammered and he couldn't believe he was once again reduced to a blubbering mess just because those sharp green eyes were aimed at him. "I like your voice."

Harry snorted. "Sure. It's all scratchy and totally false, but then again you have no sense of fashion or talent in dancing either, so what did I expect?" Blaine pressed his lips together at this, even though he knew it wasn't aimed to hurt his feelings. Kurt and the others teased him about his taste and appearance daily, yet he never felt upset about it.

But then again he didn't have a huge crush on them, did he?

"And now you're sulking," this time Harry's tone was softer.

"Am not." He crossed his arms in front of his chest petulantly, not caring he was acting childish.

"Sure not," came the disbelieving reply, however before Blaine could have answered Harry parked the car in front of a huge building complex that looked more like the result of the mating of a factory and a glass palace, causing the younger of the two to gawk in disbelief.

"What the hell?" The words were out of his mouth before he could control them and in answer Harry looked positively smug, which only grew when they met the others in the parking lot.

"You brought us to a recycling factory?" Wes asked, twining his arms around their choreographer from behind. "And I started to believe you have a few nice bones in your body."

Blaine felt his hands clench into fists at the sight, but then Harry twisted his neck and smiled at Wes charmingly before, with a perfectly aimed hit he elbowed the Asian boy in the stomach causing him to stagger back a few steps, gasping for air.

"I hope you liked my nice bones in your body," The green eyed man said sweetly, making the others shudder and Wes whine pitifully until David wrapped one of his arms around his shoulder in a sympathetic way. "Now instead of spouting of lame ideas why don't you go in and see for yourselves if this monstrosity is actually a recycling factory or not."

The Warblers and Kurt didn't need more encouragement. In Blaine's eyes he still wasn't really one of them, even though the brunet was actually one of his best friends. To him Kurt was and always would be one of the New Directions' cast and it had nothing to do with their roles and the almost blinding shine of Kurt's character. Blaine and the Warblers only spent a few months in the show, barely appearing on screen for more than a few minutes, while Kurt was one of the founding members of the show, an original New Directions member. So he watched as they attacked the entrance, only noticing Harry's presence when his friend squeezed his upper arm.

"You have a ticket too, you know."

"Of course. I just spaced out," Blaine said, shrugging sheepishly. "Shall we go?"

Harry raised an eyebrow at his outstretched hand, making Blaine realise he offered his hand unconsciously, but in spite of the hot blush he felt taking over his whole face, he didn't retreat his hand. "Let's." Harry nodded and slipped his fingers through his, intertwining their hands.

Could it mean he had a chance?

Blaine decided to think about what could and what couldn't happen between him and Harry, enjoying the feeling of the surprisingly cold hand in his, until they stepped through the automatic doors and he was hit in the face by something freezing and wet... mere moments before he was tackled then hoisted onto a dozen shoulders only to be dropped into something even more freezing and wet.

Blaine suspected his brained cased to work in order to allow his survival instincts to kick in, because all he remembered of flailing and spluttering and spitting out a vast amount of icy white coldness from his mouth before he realised he was surrounded by even more cold whiteness and his team mates were clutching their stomachs laughing at his expense like mad.

"You fucking bastards!" His hands grabbed a handful of whiteness, still not really recognising what it was and he threw it at the cackling group of monsters, who in turn started laughing even harder.

"You throw like a girl," Bailey gasped out, leaning against Lynn next to him.

"Hells no! My sister sure as hell throws better than him!" Chris snickered, trying to get off the ground where he had been rolling not a minute ago.

"And have you seen his face?"

"Oh yeah, I thought he was going to drown in the snow!"

"Hilarious!"

"And I have it on my phone!"

Blaine wanted to hurl a bunch of insults at them and even threaten them about the video, but his mind was finally catching up with him, registering the word "snow" and causing his eyes to widen and zoom on Harry instantly.

"Snow?" he breathed in shock, looking down at the ground that soaked his clothes. "Snow in Los Angeles?"

"I think we broke him," somebody muttered in mock worry.

"How is this possible?" Blaine asked, staring back at Harry who walked closer and was smiling wickedly.

"It's a secret," he answered, then winked offering his hand. "Now case the gawking. We have eleven moronic asses to beat in a snowball war. What do you say Hummel, are you in?" Harry turned to a smirking Kurt whose expression turned downright devious at the question.

"Oh, I'm so in. These wimpy Warblers won't even know what hit them!"

"Hah, three against eleven? You don't stand a chance!" David cried challengingly already gathering some snow to form his first ball.

"We'll see, prep boy, we'll see," was everything Harry said, before the war broke out causing every one of them to become drenched in snow.