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 6
Three weeks had passed and the jocks had stopped trying to intimidate and bully Blaise and I. They had tried taunting us, we ignored it or claimed marriage was different to being gay. They tried insinuating loving a guy was wrong, we claimed if it was wrong we wouldn't have been able to get married in the first place. They tried pushing us around; our war reflexes helped us avoid them all. They tried to slushie us daily, we countered with kissing each other relatively clean in front of them. They changed from slushies to other food and drink, we did the same thing. They tried graffiti and sabotaging our work…magic fixed everything back when nobody was around. They tried getting us into detention, we complied then Blaise wet around the following day stating how tired he was because having such prolonged time doing nothing in detention meant he was full of energy to stay up all night shagging. They even tried to insinuate unfaithfulness on our parts and tried to set us up with other people to break us up, didn't affect us because of the magical bond.
Everything they tried they failed at.
S they gave up and things went back to normal. We couldn't change that they continued to pick on the others in glee club but they did start following Blaise and my example so became reasonably immune to some of the attacks.
Through everything though, and especially after out revealing our marriage to everybody, the animosity between Kurt and I was swept away and I started getting along reasonably well with the fashion and gaga obsessed flamboyant boy. We got on so well in fact that he even managed to convince his dad to let him go to a sleepover that the others in glee had cajoled us into throwing.
Saturday night had Blaise and I hosting nearly everybody from glee over our house, them having explored the entire property before declaring we lived in a mansion and that they should always hang out at our house. 'No parents…bliss!' Artie had declared.
Blaise and I had shifted everything to the far walls of the lounge to made room for everybody's sleeping bags and blow up mattresses. We had brought our mattress down from upstairs too and we'd cooked up a feast. Even Mister Schuester had attended our house for a few hours with Emma Pillsbury the guidance counsellor to help us eat the food, though Miss Pillsbury had OCD and barely touch anything.
When they left we put in Red Riding Hood which Sam had brought over because it had swords, werewolves, suspense and a pretty girl in. He got the girls to agree because apparently it was essentially a love story. After that we watched Accepted, a comedy about kids in college, and then chatted until 3 in the morning.
Blaise, Blaine, Kurt and I were last to fall asleep. Puck had had to go home because of his little sister, Santana, Quinn, Brittany, Tina, Mike, Sam and Joe had drunk a little too much wine and were conked out and everybody else had just fallen asleep from tiredness. Blaine and Kurt settled down to sleep not too far from Blaise and I, and we just settled next to each other on our mattress.
"Hey, did you have things like this in Gryffindor?" Blaise whispered.
"No, in the dorms there was no point."
"How about in your childhood?"
"No way, the Dursleys' would never have allowed it. How about you?" Blaise nodded and rolled onto his side to look at me.
"At home mother would always have 'friends' over and would encourage me to do the same. In slytherin though it was all about propriety and it wasn't 'done' to have sleep overs like little children. This is nice though, it's relaxed and it's like a family."
"Yeah a family." I said, both of us having adopted a wistful tone. "I'm glad we came here you know. For all the trouble we had and for all the stress, I'm really glad we came to McKinley."
"I'm glad too. What are we going to do after? College? We going to stay here or go back to England or go somewhere else? Because I don't want to lose what we have now."
"We'll go on to college with our friends. Do things you enjoy while we can enjoy them. You go on and do performing arts locally or in New York following Kurt, Blaine and Rachel and I'll follow wherever you go and do sports or something. We'll work it out." I reassured, we always had worked things out before. Blaise smiled and leaned up to kiss me, moving his body closer so he was pressed against me and leaning over me.
"You going to follow me where ever I go Harry James Potter?" I nodded, flush setting in at his close proximity and out the emotion in the conversation. "And if I wandered back to England, back to that hidden room on the seventh floor where there would be a rune circle on the floor, some white cloth and a knife, would you follow me to kneel on the floor?"
I gasped, he was really asking wasn't he… I nodded, shakily at first then wildly.
"Y-yes. Yes I would." Blaise kissed my forehead.
"Would you follow me to bed after?" I nodded again and Blaise kissed my cheek. "To the ministry to file the parchment?"
"Absolutely." He kissed my nose.
"To the orphanage to get some kids?" I nodded, tears welling up. He kissed my eye, licking the tear off his lips after. He met my gaze and held it, staring hard but determined.
"Would you follow me to the next great adventure at the end of our lifetimes?"
"I will follow you." Blaise smiled and kissed me gently, so gently. It was barely a touch, the whisper of lips against lips. The touch so light it almost wasn't there except for the taste seeping between us and our breaths mingling between us.
"Then I will lead." Blaise declared and I felt magic snap between us, the bond between us singing with light and warmth. Blaise lay against me, bod rocking only a little but the pleasure increasing gradually. He didn't stop looking at me, I couldn't look away. Connected and loved and entranced and honest and unyielding, and complete and undeniably certain.
"I-I'm going to…" I warned. Blaise nodded and continued rocking, he ran a hand through my hair, skin glowing with sweat, pride and love.
"Follow me." He asked and I could do nothing but. We rocked, once, twice, three times and ecstasy rolled over us, him starting my own. It came brushing over us like a warm pulsing breeze. Our gazes didn't break, our bodies didn't move, our hearts didn't stop and our magic didn't finish its dance. We held still, breathing and looking and being and seeing.
"Forever Harry James Potter."
"Forever Blaise Massimo Zabini." I kissed him lightly on his lips then his cheekbone, nuzzling his cheek with mine. He closed his eyes and slid to lie next to me again. He pressed his body to mine, nudging me to turn so we were spooned and I obliged. He sealed the gap between is and wrapped his arm around my waist. His head nestled in behind mine and I closed my eyes dropping off. A kiss to my ear had me open my eyes and glance behind me Blaise's eyes were shut so I turned back leaning into him more. Just before I closed my eyes I saw Kurt's eyes glittering at me in the dark. I wonder how long he'd been watching. He smiled at me and slid closer to Blaine who made a nose at the movement but still sleeping wrap an arm around Kurt. I closed my eyes, drifting to imagine all those places Blaise would lead me to.
When Blaise lead me into our ten year anniversary party at McKinley high I was at his side holding his hand, our platinum wedding bands shining on our finger and an eternity ring linked into them. Our friends gathered us in a hug when it came to the awards at the end of the night Coach Sylvester, as was, awarded me a certificate for setting the best eight hundred metre record and for being as yet unbeaten. Blaise was awarded the most faithful award. And by the end of the evening, after several awards being handed out to both glee members and other members, Kurt Anderson-Hummel got the award for being the 'boy-who-lived-through-high-school'.
Our friends will never know why Blaise and I laughed so much or called Kurt the 'boy-who-lived' till the end of our days.
Author notes – And that is your lot. When I started writing this I knew it wasn't going to be very long and it wasn't meant to be long anyway. I had the idea, only a small one, and forced myself to write it. The small idea (just the firse scene in chapter 1) grew a little and by lunch time day 2 I had 17,700 words.
I hope you do like it, but you aren't my first audience – I am, and I like it.
Thank you for reading.