Disclaimer: I sadly don't own Harry Potter (or I would be very rich and would have done different things with the characters) and neither do I own Glee.

Author's note: This insisted on being written and there was nothing I could do about it. Initially my prompt word was 'Evans', because, come on, how would I be able to resist? But in the end it didn't go the way it was supposed to. Well, anyway, next up will be Loraliell's prompt. Stay tuned!

Have fun reading and if you have a prompt you want me to write, just post it and the character in your comment and I'll do my best!

Fandom: Glee/Harry Potter X-Over

Pairing: Sam x Harry

Prompt: Fate

Rating: T

Warning: slash, spoilers for Rumours and up

It had begun innocently enough. A small smile here, a greeting in passing there.

It had taken more than two weeks and a spur of musical inspiration for their first real interaction to take place. Two days after he had gotten back his beloved guitar, he had been sitting on the porch in front of their motel room with the instrument placed on his thigh. It had been dark already and his siblings had been sleeping inside, but he had managed to be quiet enough to not disturb anyone with his artistic outburst. Hopefully.

"You're really good." Startled, Sam had stopped his singing, but hadn't been able to refrain from playing a sour note, before taking his hand away from the strings. With a slight frown marring his forehead he had looked up to see the smiling face of his two-doors-away neighbor. He hadn't really noticed it until then, but the black-haired man didn't look that much older than him. Neither had he ever paid attention to the obvious British accent. "May I sit down and listen for a while or would that bother you?" The man's sheepish expression had rendered Sam unable to say no, even if he had wanted to.

For the next hour the blond had kept singing, while trying to ignore the slight nervousness from being observed. It was one thing to perform in a group or in a duet and another when a mostly unknown person's attention was solely focused on you alone. After the last guitar chords had faded away and they had wished each other a good night, Sam had noticed, that they still didn't know each other's name.

Three evenings of similar meetings later they had struck up their first actual conversion. It had been the first of many to come. The blond had been surprised to learn that Harry was actually twenty and wasn't sure if he wanted to live here, yet, so he had rented a motel room instead of a flat. Apparently it suited him better than a hotel. Sam just wanted their house back, but he had been unwilling to talk about his family's problems with a stranger, so he had promptly changed the topic to his glee club activities and school in general.

Of course he was never able to resist the temptation of making impressions, which had resulted in Harry looking at him in utter confusion. Every single time. The raven hadn't seemed annoyed like most other people though, which had been definitely a plus. But the biggest shock for the blond had come after a random reference to Avatar. Harry had never watched the movie – how was that even possible? It was, like, the best movie ever. Sam had stared at him incredulously for a few moments, before opening his mouth to propose watching the movie together, until he had remembered that he had sold his movie collection, like most of his things. After that, his mood had deflated a bit.

The next afternoon Harry had knocked on their door and, with a shy smile on his lips, had held up a copy of Avatar and a portable DVD-player. After the initial shock had subsided, Sam hadn't been able to keep the somewhat goofy smile to himself. Theoretically his siblings were still too young to watch the movie, but since they had done it before, there had been no point in preventing it this time. Stacy and Stevie really liked the Brit, so they wouldn't have been deterred to spend time with him anyway. In the end all four of them had huddled together on the too small bed, which had offered just enough space. He had still been awfully close to the older male and the blond could have sworn his heart had skipped a beat every time their hands or legs had brushed together.

He hadn't been sure what to think about that development…

In the following days he had caught Harry staring at his lips every time he had assumed Sam wasn't looking. After hearing copious amounts of comments and even a song about his slightly too wide mouth he had become even more self-conscious about it than before and now Harry – who was usually really nice and considerate – was starting as well? But the black-haired man had never said anything, had only risked a glance towards his lips now and then.

It had been all quite confusing. And it had gone on for over a week now.

"Don't you look handsome? The casual style suits you better though." What was it with Harry and startling him out of his wits? Sam had just come back from a nice night at the prom, after making sure his dates had reached their homes safely, and the older male had still been sitting in front of his motel room – in the middle of the night! – and was now standing up to come over to him with a small grin. The raven stopped about three feet in front of him and eyed him up a bit more thoroughly, again stopping at his lips. "Why do you keep doing that?" The question was out, before he was able to stop it. "Do what?" Confused, green eyes locked with his own darker ones.

"Stare… stare at my mouth all the time," the blonde answered uncomfortably and blinked a bit at the other males reaction. He hadn't expected Harry to blush all those different shades of red and neither had he anticipated the deer-caught-in-headlight-look. He interpreted it as guilty conscience. "I know, it's too big, I've heard it en-" A deep sigh and a shake of the head interrupted him in his beginning, annoyed rambling. "That's not it, there's nothing wrong with your mouth," Harry started to say, still blushing furiously and biting his own bottom lip.

"I… uhm… bugger, here goes nothing." And before Sam was able to comprehend the stuttering, he felt a pair of tentative lips on his own. At first he didn't do anything – no moving, no blinking and especially no breathing. The shock from being kissed out of nowhere was way too mind-boggling. Finally the blond noticed that he was being kissed by a guy followed by the realization that it felt actually really, really good.

After a few seconds of contemplation he had just chosen to kiss back, when the raven withdrew and looked like he wanted to run away as fast as possible. Or maybe just disappear altogether. "Sorry, I- I shouldn't have done that. It's just… I've wanted to do it for some time now… You're a nice bloke and I… kind of… like you."

Sam was stunned for a second time and maybe a bit overwhelmed as well. First a kiss, now a love confession. It was both quite shock inducing. But in the end he liked how this situation had turned out and he refused to think much about the fact, that he had never, even at his previous all-boys high school, liked a guy before, because damn, his heart was beating like it wanted to set a new speed record. Instead of answering verbally, because he really didn't have any words at the moment, he placed his hand on Harry's neck and leaned in for another kiss.

It was a bit ironic - he had had not one but two dates for the prom, which he initially hadn't even wanted to attend, and was now, at the end of the night, kissing an entirely different, male person.

Fate worked in strange ways.