They kissed all the way too Harry's car, tripping over themselves because of their unwillingness to stop touching. Now that they had started the idea of stopping seemed unbearable. Whenever he wasn't kissing him, Harry was laughing in breathless delight, causing Kurt to sport a dopey grin. Once they reached the car Harry pushed him against it, his fingers tangling in Kurt's previously perfect hair. His other hand grasping firmly on Kurt's waist to hold him close. Kurt had never felt anything like this, Harry seemed to want to devour him and Kurt could only surrender.

Somehow they made it into the car and miraculously they didn't wreck no matter how many times Kurt leaned over to kiss Harry. Harry kept one hand on the wheel but the other travelled to Kurt's hair then neck before detouring to brush gently across Kurt's lips. Unable to help himself he sucked the teasing finger into his mouth and almost died at the deep throaty moan Harry released.

"Oh god, you'll be the death of me!" Harry exclaimed his eyes straying from the road to gaze wide eyed at Kurt. Kurt laughed.

"I think it will be the other way around if you don't watch the road." He teased and Harry's eyes snapped back. Knowing that he wasn't looking Kurt unsnapped his seatbelt, he shimmied over until he was pressed against Harry's side. He saw Harry's eyes dart toward him so he leaned in close and whispered into his ear.

"Eyes on the road." Harry released a strangled sort of whimper that turned to a moan when Kurt nibbled gently on his ear.

They continued to kiss for several minutes once they arrived back at the house. Harry had untucked Kurt's shirt and his hand's felt hot against Kurt's back. Kurt's own hands had found their way onto Harry's chest where he traced the firm lines of Harry's abdominal muscles as Harry kissed and bit along his neck and shoulder. Soon Kurt's hand's couldn't help but drift lower caressing Harry's perfectly formed hip bones along the top of his pants. He fingered the button of Harry's jeans questioningly causing the other man to pull back. Kurt caught his breath when he saw that Harry's normally vibrant green eyes were almost black with lust but Harry shook his head.

"Not here," He said giving Kurt a teasing kiss on the lips. "Let's go inside."

Kurt moved to scramble from the car but Harry caught his arm.

"Wait," Kurt waited as Harry walked around and opened his door. He couldn't resist blushing as Harry leaned in with a breathy whisper "I may want to do absolutely shameful things to that body of yours but that doesn't mean I can't be a gentleman."

The kissed and laughed up the lawn and paused on the doorstep for more frantic caresses. Finally they broke apart so Kurt could reach out and open the door but just before his hand touched the knob it swung open. Burt stood looking at them, he was clearly trying to look stern while actually fighting laughter. Kurt and Harry both straightened up and separated their entangled limbs.

"Evening boys," Burt said " I trust you two are headed to the living room to watch a video?"

They exchanged a glance before Kurt straightened up.

"Actually we. . ." he trailed off at his dad's raised eyebrow. Harry cut in.

"Doing exactly that. . yes." He said with an enthusiastic nod. "but if you and Carole are busy we could always watch one in Kurt's room instead."

Catching on Kurt began to nod as well.

"Yeah in fact we'll do that. I don't want to inconvenience you two," Burt laughed.

"No worries boys, we can all watch something together."

While admittedly a bit awkward. It's never good to be totally turned on in the presence of the parents of the person who caused it. Harry found himself quite liking watching a movie with Kurt. Despite the fact that Kurt was actually taller, Harry had wrapped his arm around him and Kurt had settled closely into his side resting his head on Harry's shoulder. Harry occupied his other hand by toying with Kurt's fingers while they watched some musical that Kurt and Carole had picked.

Harry couldn't help but smile as Kurt sang along to every song. He seemed to know all the words of every song and was singing them under his breath. Even when singing softly his voice was beautiful and Harry was awed by it. Kurt glanced up at him with worried eyes.

"I'm not bothering you am I?" he asked sounding worried "I can stop."

Harry shook his head and glancing over to make sure Burt's eyes were elsewhere leaned in to lay a gentle kiss on his lips.

"You're adorable and your voice is beautiful. I could listen to you sing all day." Kurt flushed and smiled before looking back at the screen. About halfway through Burt stood.

"Well I don't know about you guys but I could go for some popcorn. Harry come help me in the kitchen." Harry exchanged an anxious glance with Kurt but stood and followed Burt despite his misgivings.

Once in the Kitchen Harry watched as Burt put a package of popcorn in the microwave and started it. He turned to give Harry a hard look that made him feel about eight inches tall.

"Do you respect me Harry?" Burt asked. Harry nodded quickly.

"Yes Of course I-" Burt held up his hand and Harry quickly stopped speaking.

"Do you respect my son?" Harry nodded and Burt smiled. "Good I was worried you'd let your hormones get carried away. It comforts me Harry to know that you intend to treat my son with the respect he deserves and give yourselves both time before jumping into a mature relationship." Harry's eyes went wide as he blushed a vibrant red.

"Yes sir, I-I Understand." Burt patted him on the back a little more forcefully than was strictly necessary.

"Atta boy Harry, I wonder have I ever shown you my shotguns? I keep 'em put away cause Kurt doesn't like them but they're quite nice. One of them is almost as tall as you." Harry shook his head.

"No sir, I don't believe you ever have."

"Ah well, maybe someday." Burt replied as the popcorn beeped. Burt pulled it out and emptied the bag into a bowl which he then pushed into Harry's hands. As Harry followed Burt back into the living room he puzzled over the contradiction. How was it he had faced Voldemort with a cocky smirk but a muggle like Burt Hummel could scare the hell out of him?

Kurt was secretly thankful his dad had interrupted what would have undoubtedly been a pretty wild night. He really liked Harry and while he didn't think he'd have actually regretted it, he was glad they could take their time. He had been flattered and more than a little pleased when Harry came to him the next day to apologize.

"I really like you and I just got caught in the heat of the moment. I want more than that with you though and I thought about it a lot last night. Part of the reason's things were so messed up with Draco was because I was thinking with my cock instead of my brain. I don't want to screw this up with you." And then Harry handed him rose. Kurt took it wide eyed wondering when Harry had even found time to get to the store. It was beautiful and perfectly formed.

"It's beautiful," Kurt told him "But you don't need to apologize. I think we both got carried away."

Kurt leaned down and brushed his lips against Harry's, causing the other man to smile broadly at him.

"Lovely, then I'll pick you up at seven."

"What?" Kurt asked and Harry leaned forward and gave him a quick kiss in response.

"I told you I'm doing this properly. So be ready at 7 okay?"

Kurt nodded and Harry kissed him again before smiling brightly.

"I'm off to work." He declared and strolled calmly away humming the whole time.

Kurt spent the next twelve hours worrying and texting. First he texted his Rachel, then Santana and finally Mercedes, over the next few hours he dressed in and photographed several outfits and they weighed in via text about which were best. Finally at six thirty Kurt had settled on an outfit so he showered again, before dressing and waiting for Harry to arrive.

Harry glanced at the clock as he put the finishing touches on his gift for Kurt. He had transfigured him a rose that morning from a sprig of grass and he had created a glass lily from a rock he'd picked up on his way home. He had just finished charming it to be unbreakable, hopefully Kurt would never try to break it because that might be hard to explain, only the colors were left to do but he was having trouble getting the stem the right shade of green. He knew that Kurt would never know Harry had actually made this for him but somehow he still wanted too.

Luckily Harry managed to finish it with a few minutes to spare so he checked his clothes a final time. He'd apparated over and had Hermione buy him an outfit after work, she'd been a little annoyed at him for bothering her so late but had caved when she realized how worried he was about his date with Kurt. Now he was dressed in simple black slacks, with a silk button up black shirt and a vibrant green tie that Hermione assured him looked very handsome. Harry had tried and once again failed to tame his hair but had managed to force it into a sort of organized chaos that Hermione had called 'sex hair' which made Harry blush and Ron scowl.

Harry took his Lily and walked briskly down the stairs to Kurt's bedroom door. He passed Finn on his way, the other man let out a wolf whistle but Harry just flipped him the bird over his shoulder as he came to stop in front of Kurt's door. He glanced at his pocket watch (a gift from Kinglsey which was currently charmed to show the time but which showed many other things as well) and saw that it was 6:59 so he took a deep breath as he watched it tick over into 7:00 as soon as it did, he knocked.

Kurt answered at once looking to die for a in a black and red striped shirt and black slacks. Harry grinned at him and held out the lily.

"This is for you, I didn't want to kill any more flowers today." He told him with a smile. Kurt took it wide eyed, twisting it in his fingers to look at it.

"Thank you, I love it." he said softly setting it down inside the door. Harry flushed with pleasure and held out his arm.

"Shall we?"

Harry escorted Kurt to his car, a red 60's corvette that Harry had bought shortly after arriving in Lima and had restored by hand. Once they were in the car Harry grinned across the seat at Kurt. Harry drove them to BreadStix. Harry had wanted to take Kurt somewhere different but oddly enough the small town of Lima only had one restaurant so Harry had been forced to improvise.

Kurt tried not to look too disappointed as he realized where Harry had pulled in. Apparently it didn't work because Harry cast him a teasing smile.

"Just wait."

Kurt followed Harry inside and found it empty. Instead of the harsh lighting he normally so in the place candles had been placed on all the tables and on the walls, filling the room with flickering light. In the center most of the tables had been removed and a single table set with glittering china took their place. Harry led Kurt to the table and pulled out his chair. Kurt sat still staring wide eyed at the restaurant.

"Harry, this place looks amazing!" He exclaimed breathlessly. Harry smiled at him but didn't answer instead just signalling a waiter who was waiting nearby. The man walked over with a bottle in hand and poured them each champagne before handing menu's to each of them. Kurt glanced down already resolved to order his usual before doing a double take. Gone was the list of reasonably priced pasta and instead the menu detailed half a dozen different gourmet meal options.

Kurt looked up to ask Harry just how he'd managed it but before he could a waiter cleared his throat into a microphone. Kurt turned and was surprised to see a piano placed on what he thought of as Glee's stage.

"Sir Elton John." Kurt's eyes almost exploded out of his face as Elton John stepped from somewhere in the back and to the piano. Without any preface he began to play 'Your Song'. Kurt was speechless as he watched, he tore his eyes away to look at Harry who was watching him with a soft smile. When Kurt caught his eye Harry leaned forward.

"You like him right? I wasn't sure but I figured who doesn't?" Kurt gaped at him.

"Of course I like him! He's Elton John! Harry how-" He was cut off my the waiter delicately clearing his throat and asking for their order. Kurt ordered the Salmon (fresh caught in the arctic this morning) while Harry ordered the Kobe beef filet. Elton John played several more of his more famous love songs before switching out with a Pianist. He stood and walked over as Harry and Kurt waited for their dessert.

"Harry Potter, it's an honor to finally meet you," He said shaking Harry's hand vigorously. Kurt gaped.

"For me as well sir, and thank you so much for doing this on such short notice." the man chuckled.

"I think we both know it is I who should be thanking you. This is hardly enough for all you have done." Kurt watched as Harry turned very pink and shoot Kurt an anxious look. Sir John followed his eyes and smiled warmly at Kurt " and this must be the young man you mentioned. Kurt wasn't it?"

Kurt would only nod and squeak in response so Harry quickly spoke for him.

"Yes sir, this is Kurt Hummel. He's currently studying at The New York Acadamy of the Dramatic Arts. He has a beautiful voice." Elton John smiled at Kurt and offered his hand which Kurt shook with wide eyes.

"It's a pleasure to meet you Kurt. Next time I'm in New York I'll drop by and maybe we can do a duet together." Kurt squeaked but forced himself to respond.

"It would be an honor."

"Well boy's I've got to get going. Once again Mr. Potter It's an honor and I look forward to seeing you again Mr. Hummel."

Kurt watched with wide eyes as the man strolled out of the restaurant before turning back to Harry.

"How on earth?" he asked eyes wide. Harry shrugged.

"You'd be amazed what the phrase 'money is no object' can get you even on short notice."

"Harry I know you have lots of money but you don't need to spend it on me. I would have been just as happy without all this." Harry sighed and reached out to take his hand.

"Look we don't know much about each other yet and while I hope that changes there are probably some things I may never tell you. What I can tell you is for reasons I won't go into, the money thing is very new. I was raised in a suburb outside England by relatives who insisted I was a burden. I wore second hand clothes and slept on a mattress in a cupboard for the first ten or so years of my life." Kurt gasped in horror but Harry waved his hand dismissively "I'm not saying that to upset you but to explain. I have more money then I will ever spend now but I still think like a little boy in second hand clothes. I want to do this for you because I can and because seeing that look of wonder on your face is more valuable to me then I can describe. So just. . .let me okay?"

Kurt smiled tentatively. He'd always believed himself a diva after all. He deserved to be spoiled so if Harry wanted to, he certainly wasn't going to stop him.

"Okay" Harry's smile was so wide Kurt thought it must hurt his face.

After they finished their meal Harry drove them home and walked Kurt to his basement door. Leaning in Harry placed a gentle kiss on his lips.

"Goodnight Kurt."

The next few days were blissful. Kurt continued to spend most of his time with Harry. It was a lot like it had been before except Kurt could kiss him whenever he wanted and Harry did the same. Between the two of them this meant they spent more time kissing than anything else.

Unfortunately Harry had to return to work on Monday. Normally Kurt spent most of the day at the garage anyway but Monday was his dad's Chemo day. Kurt hated Monday's, while doctor's kept insisting that no change was a good sign because the cancer wasn't spreading, Kurt couldn't help but think that also meant it wasn't shrinking. Kurt sat in the waiting room, his dad hated to have Kurt with him during the actual Chemo, which made Kurt think it must be pretty unpleasant. This thought would make him tense and anxious as he waited for his dad to be finished.

He was surprised to hear his phone begin to ring. Glancing down he saw it was an international number and curiously he answered.

"Hello?"

"Hi, is this Kurt Hummel?" a woman's voice spoke and Kurt thought it sounded vaguely familiar but he couldn't place it.

"Yes, may I ask who is calling?"

"Oh good! My name is Hermione Weasley. I'm a friend of Harry Potter's, I think you two have been dating yes?"

"Yes, that's right." Kurt told her remembering the time she'd called Harry for fundraising he couldn't help but wonder what on earth she thought he could do for her.

"Well I wanted to ask, do you and Harry already have plans for his birthday? You see we want to come surprise him with a visit and maybe even throw him a party but I don't want to double book him."

"Harry hasn't mentioned his birthday. When is it?" Kurt asked. The woman on the other end of the line let out an annoyed huff.

"Oh that boy! I knew he wouldn't tell you! His birthday is this Friday Kurt."

Author's note: That's right I made Elton John a Wizard what of it? I defy you to listen to his music and tell me it's not magical!

Anyway sorry I didn't get this up as quick as I usually do. I got caught up in this AMAZING Story called Schooled by Wyrdsmith. It's on Archive of Our Own and if you haven't read it I strongly encourage you to do so. It's phenomenal both hilarious and sexy! Don't get put off by the summary because I assure you it is just so AMAZING!

Thanks so much for all your lovely reviews! Please keep them coming. Also wanted to give a head's up I did an adult scene for Ilovemesomeslash's A new Life which is a Vampire Diaries crossover. Check it out!

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