Gleemspe – Glee glimpse.

Disclaimer: I own neither Harry Potter nor Glee, nor do I make any profits from posting this fanfiction.

Summary: After numerous upheavals Harry isn't happy about his husband forced them to attend McKinley especially since that school is so different to Hogwarts and Dalton.

Pairings: Established BZ/HP, Klaine, Finn/Rachel, Tina/Mike, Santana/Brittany, Schuester/Pillsbury.

Warnings: Slash, hints of fem!slash, het, slightest hints of domination, bullying, swearing, some English slang insults. Mature scenes will be dotted through the fic, I shall not mark where they begin as I am warning you now – do not read if under-aged or if male/male intercourse offends your delicate sensibilities.

Gleempse – Chapter 4

There was something about Mondays that universally made them awful and I had just spent the entire Monday keeping as much distance between Kurt and me as I possibly could. Only I then bumped into the crowd of glee club members entering the girls' loo, Blasé included, and had followed them in. There I was introduced to the 'slushie facial' which Kurt, Blaine and Rachel had all been subjected to.

"What happened?" I asked and everybody turned to me in shock before going back to help Kurt, Blain and Rachel clean up.

"They got slushied."

"Excuse me?" I asked, frowning. What did that mean? And why were they covered in what was a drink, weren't they careful? Santana rolled her eyes at my obliviousness and started snarking at me.

"They threw their slushies over themselves. For god's sake, this is what the jocks do to those of us in New Directions because we are the official losers at the school." I gaped at her and turned my attention to Blaise who shook his head minutely and stared at me hard warning me not to utter another word.

"Blaise…" I began but he shushed me.

"No Harry." I clenched my teeth together and glared at him. What the hell was he thinking, he obviously knew what was going on and from the look on his face, anger and guilt, he had known about this before coming here. I felt my anger ratchet up a little more.

"Bl-"

"Harry I said no. No and don't even think about it!" Blaise snapped, all of glee club now looking between us like we were two opponents playing tennis. I clenched my hands into fists and turned to leave.

"Fine. I'll see you later." I stormed towards the door feeling all their looks on my back.

"I mean it Harry! Don't even think about it!" I slammed the door behind me and stalked down the corridor. How could he even suggest that I don't look into the situation, and how dare he not tell me before hand AND how could he obviously not want to interfere. Screw him. I might not be stupid enough to seek out trouble but stalking the jocks but I'd sure as hell be causing trouble if I saw it and if opportunity presented itself to get revenge you better believe I'd take advantage of it.

Thankfully opportunity came rather quickly. During gym seeing as everybody was present we were rather crammed in together and one of the jocks Rick Nelson was a little too close to the practice area when it was my turn to take the floor. Now I had a reputation already, only one week in, for being so entirely focused on what I was doing that I barely notice things around me. So I started practicing flips and tumbles ad 'accidentally' finished a flip with my feet crashing into both Rick's groin and face. He yelled out and I shouted from landing awkwardly. Both of us fell to the floor, Rick groaning in pain and I hissed.

"Jesus what the fuck man! That fucking hurts!" Rick yelled, both hands holding his groin and one eye screwed up in pain. The coach came over and started barking insults and orders. I tried my best to look apologetic.

"I'm so sorry, I got a bit carried away and I didn't even notice you there. Why were you even on the mat area. Are you really hurt? I didn't man to, it was a complete accident."

"Fuck man. Bloody hell, they better still work. Oww oh ow." He said indicating his balls. I was grasping my ankle which really was hurting because of the awkward landing I'd had because of the jump.

"Somebody get this boy some ice for his wiener and some ice for the other boy's ankle. Black, you alright? Do you think you need medical attention?" I shook my head 'no'.

"I don't think so coach. I think at worst it will be a sprain and I'll have to rest it. Ice would be best though." Rick was still clutching his privates and his eye was beginning to swell too. "Coach? Is he going to be okay?"

Playing the part of concerned new boy was easy, I knew how to manipulate a situation and since I was a rising star in the sports crowd I doubt anyone would turn on me for this 'accident'.

"Nah, the pipe works will be fine after a while and the eye's going to be a nice shiner but it wasn't your fault kid. Nelson, what the hell were you doing in practice area! You should know better, you've been here longer than he has. Where the hell is that ice?" Somebody came over with loads of ice and the coach handed some to me which I slapped on my ankle quickly. Rick on the other hand was rolling and trying to avoid having the ice placed on his groin. He howled when, with a well-placed throw, the coach got it to land smack on his crotch. He swore in pain, got told to suck it up, and eventually held both ice packs to the appropriate place.

When I was able to stand I hobbled over to him and held out my hand.

"I really am sorry mate. I should pay more attention but I just get into the zone you know?" Rick gave a half-hearted shrug with one shoulder and gave me a brief sympathetic grin.

"Yah I know how that feels. No worries, as long as my cock still works we're fine." I laughed and shook his hand when he took my proffered hand.

"I'm sure you could use this as an excuse to get lady friend to rub it better huh?" Rick grinned and I hobbled off feeling my smile fade into a smirk. The stupid prick, I hope it bloody hurt like hell. I'd landed with enough effort and hurt myself but I felt suitably pacified from the small bout of revenge.

At the end of the day I went home knowing Blaise hadn't seen me yet but knowing he'd have received word about my injury and Rick's injuries. I'd probably be in the shit later but hey, falling out with Blaise now after that amazing weekend wouldn't be too bad because I had the good memories first.

"Harry you bloody idiot! What the blazes were you thinking you pathetic Gryffindor!" Blaise roared as he came through the front door. I hobbled out of the bedroom and stood at the top of the stairs looking down on him. He looked around into the lounge and kitchen which were visible from the hall and then glanced up the stairs obviously deciding which place to search for me first in. His eyes narrowed when he saw me and he shrugged his bag to the floor before stalking up the stairs.

"You pillock! Get your arse in that bedroom now and put your damned leg up on a pillow or something! I thought you were over playing hero since we left Hogwarts but now this, I'm seriously rethinking your sanity!" Blaise fumed as he stalked towards me. Having reached me he dragged me by the wrist into our bedroom and flung me on the bed.

"Bugger…" I cursed when I put too much pressure on my ankle and set the pain off again. I fell headfirst into the bed, the covers puffing up Blaise and my mingled smell which wasn't a comfort with my hissing and spitting slytherin in the room with me anger as a stepped on cobra.

"I hope it damn well hurt too. Lie the fuck down and take your damn sock off." Blaise slammed open the drawer on his bedside cabinet and withdrew his wand from it. He wacked the drawer back in and the cabinet shook with the force of it. I winced and quickly did as he said.

"Look, it was an accident." I protested.

"Bollocks. Don't take the piss, I know you did it on purpose! You knew exactly what you were doing and I've a god mind to make you suffer for it too." He spat but ran his wand over my injury anyway. A 'Ligema Episky' later and the ligaments, tendon and muscles in my ankle were fixing themselves. Blaise summoned a pain relief potion from downstairs as well as a healing balm and ordered me to drink the pain reliever while he applied the balm to my ankle. He wasn't gentle either and took great pleasure in manipulating my foot around to check my mobility.

"IT's fine, the balm and spell need time to work and in a few das you'll be fine. It's just going to be stiff for a while. I'm going downstairs, you stay here." I bit my lip as Blaise got off the bed and left the room without a backwards glance. Fine, he wanted to be like that then I wasn't going to pout about it. He was angry with me for getting hurt and I was angry with him for not warning me and for ordering me not to interfere. He might of known I wouldn't obey that stupid rule…I never had.

I summoned my wand from downstairs and it came flying to me, thank god for the few wandless spells I could do. Once I had my wand I summoned my school bag to me and made the bed so I had space to do my homework from the bed. Hermione would have been thoroughly disgusted that I was doing homework in bed but Ron would have jumped at the idea and copied. It's a shame they couldn't follow me but they had guardians and had to stay away. I was only just seventeen now, Blaise eighteen and while Hermione and Ron were both eighteen now they still had to remain under their guardian's power in accordance with the new law. They couldn't get out of it via marriage like Blaise and I had. They might be able to visit in the summer holidays though and I'd seen them only a month and a half ago when Blaise and I had been called to court about the validity of our bonding, a court case which had lasted a whole 2 months and henceforth causing the problem with Blaine having disappeared.

I'd finish my homework then go downstairs for a sandwich for tea later before sleeping so I wouldn't have to talk to Blaise. Stuff the advice to not go to bed mad at someone.

I finished my work reasonably quickly and went downstairs as quietly as I could. Blaise was obviously watching television as it was blaring out from the lounge. I made my food quickly and munched it down.

At half ten I was woken in bed by the mattress dipping as Blaise climbed in under the blanket next to me. I heard him sigh and we fell into silence for a while. I couldn't sleep now though, not now he was in the same room as me and I was tense just waiting for the comments to come.

"Harry?" I didn't answer, pretending to sleep with my back to him. I heard him shift and his breath puff down on me before his body fell back down onto the pillow with a huff. The minutes ticked by and by 11.15pm and still not being able to sleep I sat up. Checking on Blaise I found him fast asleep, a small frown on his face.

Was he asleep angry? At least he could sleep. I sighed and shifted closer to him. He usually slept on his back so at least he was comfortable. Sure I usually slept on my side, but on my side facing Blaise and usually we touched as we slept. I obviously wasn't going to sleep now though so I may as well give up or at least go and get a sleeping potion. I leaned over and gently touched my fingers over Blaise's frown, it smoother out a little beneath my touch then when I moved back the frown deepened. I climbed out of bed and padded gently out of the room and down the stairs.

The cupboard under the stairs had a combination charm on it so I'd have to tap it with my finger in a specific rhythm for it to open…or use an accio to get whatever I needed from it. I tapped it gently, one-pause-three-pause-two-slow four taps. It opened and I took out the carefully labelled dreamless sleep potion. Shutting the cupboard I went back upstairs and slid into bed.

I uncorked the potion and downed the lot before putting the bottle and cork on the bedside table. I turned back to lie down on my side facing Blaise this time so I'd sleep better even with the potion and saw Blaise watching me. I released a breath I didn't know I'd been holding and waited for him to say something. He didn't, just stared. I felt the potion begin to kick in and my eyes started to shut.

"Just sleep Harry." Blaise said and I felt warm arms wrap around me and pull me against his body. I sighed and let my eyes close snuggling up against him, my head on his shoulder. His arm wrapped around me then his body shifted a little so his legs could weave in with mine. The potion made my mind drop of into unconsciousness before I could register what else Blaise did to us.