Chapter 6
A $9,404 Distance, Apps and The Babe
"Why are we in the…"
"Guys!" called the twins, waving excitedly from the front of the small crowd that had gathered.
Ron pulled Kurt by his shoulder, until they were right next to them. "Did we miss it?"
"He's just retrieving her."
"Ok, seriously, what's going on?" asked Kurt crossing his arms.
Harry excited the mail room then, with a big box in his hands. The crowd gave him space and he settled the box carefully on the floor. He fished his car keys and proceeded to break all the plastic cover of the sides and remove the top part of the box. Kurt was confused and a little intimidated by the solemn silence and the intensity of Harry's expression.
Inside the box there was a black something that Kurt struggled to identify, until Harry opened it and revealed the inside.
A shiny, clearly new, guitar was inside the box. Kurt heard a sharp intake of breath from almost all the guys. It was a pretty guitar he supposed, it started with a burgundy color around the edges and faded towards the center in a tasteful variety of tones that included a cherry red and finished with a bright yellow. Aside of approving the color scheme, there was little Kurt could say about the guitar.
"God, she's gorgeous" muttered someone from the crowd.
"Harry if you die…" started one of the twins.
"I want to be buried with her" Harry cut him off, while delicately tracing the strings.
"I can understand the feeling" replied the other twin.
"Auditorium" said Harry, closing the guitar case and lifting it with his right arm. The crowd cheered and filtered in that direction, some of them jogging.
Harry's eyes met Kurt and he smiled, holding his left hand out. Ron nudged him, when Kurt only stared at him puzzled. He blushed and smiled slyly, lacing their fingers together.
"It's like being inside a candy factory" muttered George.
"I'd flip you, but my hands are busy" said Harry while squeezing Kurt's hand.
"I'd do it for you but I am too classy for that" replied Kurt, walking next to Harry proudly.
"Whatever..." he fake glared at Kurt. "I shall get revenge" promised George and ran ahead of them.
"I didn't know you could play guitar" said Kurt breaking the comfortable silence.
Harry smiled secretively. "Well, you didn't tell me you used to be a cheerleader"
Kurt gaped at him. "How did you… oh God"
"I'd tell you, but I enjoy giving an air of omniscience" replied Harry letting go of his hand to hold the door open for Kurt. "Enjoy the show" he whispered as he passed him by. Kurt shivered at the tone of his voice.
Most of the small crowd had settled on the audience seats. Fred waved at Kurt from the front, where they had saved him a spot. Harry climbed the stairs to the stage. A few guys were setting instruments and amplifiers, slightly confused by the crowd.
"Harry, my man, what brings you to our territory?" asked a blond guy, with long hair, that Kurt was sure was against at least two school rules. They shared a hand shake and a one arm hug.
"In my hands, I have something that would make you hate me with an indescribable passion" Harry said and slowly took his guitar out.
"Holly shit, fuck me" gasped the blond guy and reached forwards.
"Touch her and I will burn your fingers" said Harry stepping back. "She's shiny, new. I haven't played her yet. I'm not ready to share her."
The blond raised his hands in a peace gesture. "I get it, but shit man" he stared at the guitar almost salivating. "That's… that's The Babe… an honest to God, Collector's Choice #3, 1960 Les Paul 'The Babe' guitar, I just… fuck you, God I hate you."
"Mind if I…" started to say Harry while tuning the guitar.
"By all means, I wanna see if you measure up to her standards" he smirked and Harry patted him on the shoulder, while moving to one of the amplifiers. He quickly tuned her up and plugged her in.
"Oi Harry, aren't you going to fool around with her a little?" asked Fred with a teasing smirk. Harry ignored him, staring at the guitar in concentration.
"Show some respect man" said the blond flipping him off. "You don't fool around with The Babe, because that my friend, is a lady of class."
"Jeez" he leaned towards Kurt. "Sure you wanna date a musician? They can be really sensitive about weird stuff."
Kurt stared at the look of pure adoration Harry had and smiled. "I think I can handle it."
"Think you can keep up?" asked Harry suddenly, stepping forwards after giving a few strokes to the guitar.
"Can you keep up with her?" asked the blond motioning to the band.
"Let's find out" smirked Harry.
"So what are we playing?"
Harry started playing, leaning backwards slightly.
The blond laughed.
"Sweet Child Of Mine" recognized Kurt after a few notes.
"Great song for christening her" approved a guy from behind.
The rest of the band kicked in, the blond belting out the lyrics more than decently and Kurt was impressed. More so by Harry's wistful smile and relaxed demeanor, he had his eyes closed and his hand moved fluently across the guitar. Kurt stared at him transfixed. It was sexy as hell but strangely private.
"Wow" muttered Kurt.
They had played several songs, all with great guitar solos for Harry to show his 'new girl' off. He would have been jealous, had Harry not looked so happy and had they not been eye flirting the whole time. Most of the guys had slowly exited the more time it passed. By now it was only the band, the Weasley brothers and Kurt. At some point, they had all moved to the stage and taken off their blazer and loosened up their ties.
"Ok Harry, we have time for one last song so make it count" said Tyler, the blond, adjusting his own guitar. Kurt had to restrain himself from commenting on the name. He had a contagious grin on his face that the rest of the band matched. They didn't seem to want to finish, however dinner was coming soon and they had been in the auditorium for a while.
"Harry" said Ron eagerly. "You have to name her!"
Everybody perked up at that and stared at him. Harry traced the edge of his guitar gently and smiled. "Alright, I've got one. Ty, mind if I take vocals?"
"Don't call me Ty, makes me feel like a drug dealer, but knock yourself out" said Tyler rolling his shoulder.
Harry moved to the microphone and turned to Kurt. "Come here."
Kurt complied, more out of curiosity than anything. Harry smirked and carefully adjusted the guitar strap to make it as long as it could go. Harry tugged Kurt in between the guitar and himself.
"What are you doing?" asked Kurt nervously. He had found out the price of the guitar and he really wanted to keep a respectful distance from it, a $9,404 distance from it. "I don't play guitar."
"That's cool" said Harry from behind him, he whispered next to him. "I do, you are singing with me." He smirked. "We have to share the mic…"
"I have shared microphones before, and I can assure you, there are better ways to…" Harry's arms came around him and Kurt was suddenly not sure why he was protesting.
The auditorium was suspiciously quiet.
"Just keep up if you can" teased Harry.
Kurt felt the competitive strike in him flaring up. "Well, you showed you can keep up with your new toy; let's see if you can keep up with me."
"I like him" whispered Tyler to the twins, who smirked knowingly.
"What are we singing?"
"We are naming my guitar, so…"
Harry gently started the first cords and the band snapped into attention. Getting the tempo perfectly, they had been playing by memory all day. Thankful that Harry had at least kept the song selection to classics. Kurt's chest tightened comfortably when Harry leaned over, practically singing against his ear. He leaned backwards slightly, feeling strangely safe and content.
"What will you do when you get lonely; no one's waiting by your side? You've been running and hiding much too long, you know it's just your foolish pride..."
"Layla" sang Kurt, making his voice appropriately low.
"You got me on my knees" sang Harry his voice rough and smooth at the same time.
"Layla" sang Kurt again, this time accompanied by Tyler and the twins.
"I'm begging darlin' please" continued Harry smiling against his neck.
"Layla" all, but Harry sang.
"Darling won't you ease my worried mind?"
Harry gave him a little nudge.
Kurt took over the next verse. It wasn't his usual type of music but he loved the challenge. He loved Harry's arms around him. He loved the way Harry played his guitar. He loved to be singing again, not just making background noise.
"Tried to give you consolation, your old man let you down. Like a fool, I fell in love with you. You turned my whole world upside down. Layla..."
"You got me on my knees"
"Layla"
"I'm begging darlin' please"
"Layla"
"Darling won't you ease my worried mind?"
He might also be falling in love with Harry. Especially if he kept singing like this, his lips so close to him that even with the band there it felt intimate... like he was being told a secret in a crowded room.
"Make the best of the situation. Before I finally go insane, please don't say we'll never find a way or tell me all my love is in vain."
"Layla"
"You got me on my knees"
"Layla"
"I'm begging darlin' please"
He closed his eyes, enjoying the warm breath against his skin, the accent and that sense of confidence that practically poured out of Harry.
Things were so easy with him. He said things and he meant them. There was no guessing or complications. His intentions were clear and even if they hadn't labeled what they had, it was sort of perfect.
"Layla"
"Darling won't you ease my worried mind?"
"Layla"
"You got me on my knees"
"Layla"
"I'm begging darlin' please"
Kurt turned around, making sure he wasn't putting the guitar out of Harry's reach. They stared at each other, matching smiles and Kurt surrounded Harry's neck with his arms. They swayed gently.
Harry pressed their foreheads together. Somehow, he still managed to keep playing the guitar perfectly.
"Layla"
"Darling won't you ease my worried mind?"
"Let's go" called George quietly.
"Where?" asked Ron.
"Pack, we are going home for the weekend" Fred informed him.
"His Lordship might appreciate the privacy" smirked George.
"Alright" agreed Ron after giving a parting look at the stage.
The band was picking up their instruments, making a point of ignoring them. Harry kept playing a softer melody, still staring into Kurt's eyes. They both had love sick smiles and moved with the notes.
Kurt started to hum along.
"That" whispered Seth the bass player to Tyler. "Is pure genius, you know how many chicks we can get with that move?"
Tyler nodded. "I don't have the heart to get the amplifier back."
Seth shrugged. "Isn't it Harry's anyways?"
Tyler stared at him. "Good point, my friend, good point. If those two are not officially together by tomorrow, I swear I'm eating my shoes."
Kurt smiled, listening to Harry play in the background while they both moved gently along with the music. It was like slow dancing, but somehow more sensual. Was that the right word? He had zero experience with these situations to known if it was, but he was sure of three things.
One, Harry's eyes were greener when he played his guitar.
Two, Layla the guitar and he would get along just fine... as long as Harry kept playing with his arms around him.
Three, he wanted Harry to be his first real kiss.
"Kiss me" he asked, putting some distance between them. His eyes travelled down to Harry's lips and back to his eyes.
The guitar stopped playing.
An arm grabbed him firmly by the waist. A hand held the back of his head and Harry shortened the distance between them.
Their lips met and Kurt could barely concentrate on breathing. There were no fireworks or butterflies, instead an electric feeling shot through him from head to toe. Kurt had never felt more alive and he marveled that such a simple touch made his body go crazy. Harry pulled back with a silly smile that was probably mirrored on his face.
"Be my boyfriend?" asked Harry pressing their foreheads together again.
"Yes" whispered Kurt back feeling incredibly complete.
Harry smiled; it made him feel amazing and happy. They kissed again, more passionately and Kurt's eyes rolled to the back of his head. That was a kiss. These were real kisses. This was his boyfriend.
IIIII
Kurt smiled dazedly at Harry's sleeping form; they had gone out for a quick dinner to celebrate getting together and now they were in Harry's dorm, cuddling in his bed and watching movies, or they had been until the British boy fell asleep. He had been hesitant at first, but his boyfriend was a perfect gentleman and allowed him to dictate how close they were against each other. He closed his eyes willing himself to go to his room. Before he knew it the comforting warmth of his boyfriend and his peaceful breathing lulled him to sleep.
IIIII
"Kurt" a voice whispered. "Kurt, wake up…"
He opened his eyes lazily and blinked. "Harry?"
"We fell asleep, we have to sneak you into your room" Harry said with a rough voice that made Kurt's ability to think coherently a difficult task.
He grabbed his stuff in the dark, with Harry helping him collect his blazer, tie and shoes. They bumped into each other a few times, producing some muffled laughs and Kurt felt daring enough to steal a chaste kiss, which turned into two, three and four. They moved to the portrait and Harry pressed his ear against it until he deemed it safe enough to open it. He exited first and signaled to Kurt that the coast was clear.
They quietly ran towards his door, muffling more laughs and once they were in front of his door, kissed again.
"I had fun" whispered Kurt.
"Pick you up for breakfast? At 9:30?" whispered Harry back.
"You better" he said sassily and grabbed him by the neck, kissing him one last time and quietly entering his room.
He couldn't help but be thankful Blaine was already sleeping. He didn't want to deal with whatever response he had regarding his new boyfriend.
"Kurt?" asked Blaine turning the nightlight on. He rubbed his eyes and stared at the clock, turning to his friend with a frown.
Kurt started thinking what to say; then the excitement of the day and the fact he hadn't been able to share the big, incredible amazing news with anybody, meant he couldn't control the words that came out of his mouth.
"Harry asked me to be his boyfriend!" he blurted and then the fact sunk in, making him smile like a fool. "I have a bloody boyfriend" he said again with a British accent and laughed. Dropping the things in his arms and hugging himself pleased.
Blaine blinked a few times confused. "Oh… that's pretty great Kurt… I'm happy for you."
"Not as happy as I am for me" said Kurt jumping up and down. "What time is it? I should call Mercedes…"
"Its 2:34" mumbled Blaine.
"Oh…" he stared at the clock disappointed, before perking up. "Oh, who cares, I am calling her… you don't mind do you? I'll be very quiet."
"Go ahead" said Blaine switching the light off and turning around. Kurt ignored the feeling he had disappointed Blaine somehow and called Mercedes. After she calmed down enough to hear what he had to say, she was soon wide awake asking for details and complaining he hadn't call her before.
He fell asleep after promising to call her with more details later on. He didn't bother to change or moisturize, completely exhausted, but still pleased with how things had turned out.
He immediately regretted his decision of staying up late and forgetting his routine in the morning. Blaine was already gone and he once again ignored the disappointed feeling. He focused instead on pulling an emergency outfit and rushing to get ready and look fabulous for his boyfriend. He smiled and gushed to himself. He, Kurt Elizabeth Hummel had a freaking, smoking hot, boyfriend.
At 9:30 on the dot Harry knocked the door. Trying, unsuccessfully, not to grin like a fool when the door was opened. Kurt brightened when he spotted and for a few seconds they stared at each other smiling. He moved first, kissing Kurt's cheek and causing the smaller boy to blush slightly in delight.
"That is going to get old pretty fast" said Tyler to Seth as they saw Kurt and Harry walking past them, making goo eyes at each other and dripping nauseating sweetness like only a new couple could, completely ignoring their aborted greetings.
IIIII
"So" said Kurt shyly while they waited for their orders to arrive. "Sectionals is this Wednesday… we are going up against some old people and my old glee club."
"Mercedes and your step brother Finn are members there right?" asked Harry trying to remember everything Kurt had told him about New Directions.
"Yes, all of my friends from McKinley are members…" he sighed sadly. "I want them to win so badly, they need it… but I don't want the Warblers to lose either."
"Well, the best team will win and as long as you give it your all, you won't have regrets later on" said Harry trying to be helpful. "I have practice but I'll skip to go see you."
Kurt perked up and smiled widely. "Really?"
"As long as I don't have a competition of my own, I'll try to be there for all of yours" said Harry with a wink.
"I'll try to do the same and I can finally introduce you to everybody then!" Kurt said latching onto Harry's hand and then stopping himself. Unsure if the gesture would be appreciated. Harry simply turned his hand so their palms were against each other.
"I will always welcome a kiss or holding hands, in private or public" said Harry and squeezed. Kurt stared at him, their hands and wondered how he had gotten so lucky.
IIIII
"Hi Rachel" Kurt said answering the phone. He smiled happily at the ceiling and hugged a pillow with his free arm. Harry had just dropped him off to go to a meeting with the soccer/football captain and promised to be back in an hour or so. "Did Mercedes tell you about my boyfriend? I have a boyfriend now you see. He's British and has amazing eyes and is super-hot and…"
"Finn and I are having some… issues" said Rachel in a small voice.
Oh boy… thought Kurt. Considering how close sectionals were, he wasn't at all surprised New Directions had found some drama to add to their lives.
"Oh Rachel" Kurt said awkwardly. "I am so sorry…"
He could hear the deep, sad, sigh she let out. "But, never mind that, what's this about a superhot, British with amazing eyes boyfriend?"
Kurt grinned. "His name is Harry, and he is just…" Kurt sighed happily; he really couldn't describe it better than that. "He'll come to sectionals, you can meet him then."
"I am looking forwards to it" she said and after a few more minutes of polite chit chat they hung up. Kurt got the distinct feeling Rachel was calling him to ask something, but his tentative quasi friendship with Rachel was too fragile to survive something like that.
His phone rang again.
"Hi Tina" he said happily.
"I think Mike is cheating on me with Brittany and I want to know about your new boyfriend" she said in a rush.
He blinked and proceeded to try to reassure her, while gushing about Harry and trying not to sound insensitive. There was a knock on the door and he opened it to reveal his boyfriend dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. His hair looked slightly wet, so he had probably taken a shower and rushed. He liked how Harry was out of his uniform more often than not, only wearing it during the class periods as requested by the regulations. Kurt couldn't change from his until after glee practice and by that time he didn't see the point.
"Are you free tonight?" asked Harry eagerly, holding something behind his back. Kurt tilted his head and tried to catch what he was hiding. "Hey, no cheating. It's a surprise."
"Tina, can I call you back?" he asked laughing, while trying to peek behind Harry, who kept backing and moving to the sides to avoid his attempts until he had followed him into the hallway. "Alright hun, and remember what I said about jumping to conclusions… yeah you too, bye. Harry James Potter, stop being ridiculous this instant" he ordered but his giggles broke his serious demeanor.
"Mmmm… I have carefully considered your request and decided I like being ridiculous. Especially since it makes you smile like that" he said leaning forwards slightly to be at eye level with Kurt and smiled pleased at the blush he generated.
"You are a horrible flirt" accused Kurt.
"I will have to practice more in that case" said Harry, unnecessarily seriously he added. "I can't be that bad if I managed to land a boyfriend so good looking, talented, fashionable, smart, gorgeous…" each compliment was followed by a chaste kiss on Kurt's lips.
"Breath taking?" joked Kurt.
"Gorgeously breath taking" corrected Harry and they smiled at each other remembering their first date. "So, are you free tonight?"
Kurt seemed to think about it, before surrounding Harry's neck with his arms and pulling him down for a kiss. Harry passed his arms around his waist instantly and Kurt took advantage to take away the envelope he had in his hands.
"Hey! That's cheating" pouted Harry trying to get the envelope back, as Kurt giggled and rushed to the dorm, closing the door. It opened a few seconds later, a serious looking Kurt staring at Harry.
"You got tickets for the Rent production in Columbus?" asked Kurt, his surprise melting into excitement. "How did you even know I wanted to go?"
"You mentioned they were coming a week ago and that you couldn't find tickets" shrugged Harry a little self-conscious. "So I got them for you."
"You know what Mr. Potter?" Kurt said smiling softly. "I think this is the start of a beautiful relationship."
"I certainly hope so" said Harry honestly. "If we leave now we can be there on time to look around, waste some time and have lunch."
"We can't go" said Kurt sadly. "We would definitely arrive way past curfew; it's a 2 hour drive."
"It's a 25 minute drive" corrected Harry making Kurt stop for a second.
"Right… I don't live in Lima anymore" he said more to himself than to Harry. "Are you sure we would be back on time?" Harry pulled a paper from the back of his pants and presented it to Kurt proudly. "Curfew extension? I didn't even know they had those."
"I've got connections" said Harry with a smirk. "But you need one of your guardians to call the school to make it valid. I hope that's ok."
Kurt smiled. "I'll call my dad, change and then we can leave… is that what you are going to wear?"
"I'll put a nice shirt and a blazer if you want" said Harry indulgently.
"Also change into dark jeans if you have them… that should do for now, but as your boyfriend I require full access to your wardrobe from now on" declared Kurt.
"Whatever makes you happy dear" mocked Harry warmly. Kurt smirked.
"I see a bright future for us if you keep that attitude…" Harry saluted military style, going as far as clicking his heels together, before with a cocky smile disappearing down the hallway and the fat lady portrait.
Kurt stared at his phone and realized something.
He had to tell his dad about Harry, his boyfriend, over the phone… oh joy.
IIIII
"…yes dad" said Kurt while opening the door and letting Harry in. "He just arrived… no he hasn't been in my room this whole time, he literally just arrived from having gone to change for our date… dad" whined Kurt and blushed, closing his eyes. "No… dad… well… but… fine! I'll ask him…" he stared at Harry who was calmly leaning on Blaine's desk. "He wants to talk to you" he said in a low voice.
"Ok" Harry said extending his arm to receive the phone.
"Ok?" asked Kurt incredulous. "You are taking this rather well."
"Well… yeah" said Harry shrugging. "You said you were close to your dad and he doesn't know anything about me, it makes sense he would like to talk to me before giving you permission to stay out late."
"You get brownie points for the mature answer, just… just don't let him scare you away" begged Kurt.
"I won't be" promised Harry and took the phone with his usual relaxed air. "Hello Mr. Hummel, my name is Harry Potter. I am sorry that I didn't ask for permission beforehand, but I would very much like to be your son's boyfriend as long as he'll have me."
Kurt felt himself blush, while a pleasant warm feeling spread across his chest. Harry was so… so well-mannered and mature. He did little things that made Kurt feel very appreciated and the way he was talking to his father, respectful and polite but standing his ground made him all the more attractive to him.
"Yes sir… no sir" continued Harry. "The plan is to go to Columbus as soon as Kurt decides what to wear and then go to lunch. There's also a mall if he wants to go shopping or just walk around. Then I got us tickets to see a musical, the show starts at 7:00 and finishes at 10:30. We should be back here at 11:00 and the curfew extension is until 11:30, just in case we get delayed. I will have him back at the dorms before that… yes; we do sign with administration when we return… yes sir… of course sir… thank you."
Harry seemed puzzled by whatever his dad said next. "I have a Grand Cherokee… 7 months, closer to 8… if it makes you more comfortable I don't mind if we take Kurt's car… no I don't mind if he drives either… oh… ok… alright sir, it was nice talking to you."
With a small smile of amusement, Harry passed him back the phone.
"Hi dad" said Kurt trying to determine what had just transpire between the two of them.
"Alright kiddo, you have my permission to get the curfew extensions. I'll call administration" said Burt. "I want you back by 11:00 anyways, 11:15 the latest! I'll check with them to make sure you made it back in time and send me a text once you are in your dorm."
"Thank you dad" said Kurt rolling his eyes. "I'll be sure to let you know."
Burt was silent, but it was clear he wasn't done. "I want to meet this kid soon ok? He seems alright. I won't know for sure until I see him. Invite him for dinner."
"Will do, give my love to Carole" Kurt said and hung up. "Well, he doesn't hate you, so I guess that's better than expected."
Harry laughed. "I can work with not hate… he did ask me to bring my car when we go meet him."
"He wants to check for himself you don't drive a death trap" explained Kurt.
"Then it might be best not to tell him about my bike" said Harry out loud.
"You have a bike?" asked Kurt surprised.
"It goes with the leather jacket" playfully added Harry. "I don't have it in Dalton. I actually prefer driving it instead of my car, but the car is more convenient and the faculty is less likely to be on my case that way."
"Makes sense" nodded Kurt, focusing on his wardrobe as much as the image of Harry and his leather jacket, riding his bike allowed him.
"If you hurry, we'll have time for shopping" bribed him Harry.
"It's like you've known me all my life" laughed Kurt.
IIIII
They walked hand in hand towards the theatre. They had spent their time mostly talking and getting to know each other better. They had lunch at a small French restaurant and Kurt was delighted Harry had some basic understanding of the language; enough to read his menu and order. His pronunciation was quite decent too, which meant there was hope for him. He was also suitable impressed by Kurt's superior knowledge.
"I do speak Italian fluently, I also can read and write Latin so I have a good base" said Harry.
"Italian and Latin really?" asked Kurt interested.
"Yes, to be fair after learning Latin, Italian was quite easy… I learned a bit of French because of a friend. I helped her with English, she helped with French" he explained while getting the tickets from his blazer.
Their seats turned out to be a private balcony, right in front of the center of the stage. They were definitely the best money could buy.
"Oh Harry" he exhaled. "I love it… but… can you promise me not to spend so much money next time?"
"Not a chance" said Harry while taking his coat for him. "I doubt I will ever find a better use for my money than to spoil you."
"Who am I to argue against logic like that?" Kurt said not that bothered. He would revisit the topic more firmly when he was less dazzled. Harry passed an arm around his shoulder and Kurt happily leaned into him.
The comfort of the dark theatre and the knowledge that people who came to see this musical had to be open minded, gave him his first real taste of what his life could be like once he graduated.
IIIII
The drive back was both filled in equal parts of silence and conversation. They discussed the actors, their singing and the general plot. Then slowly they fell silent and Kurt found he liked that too. It was the good type of silence and it was a good signal for their relationship. He took a few moments to just look at Harry. He admired his profile and the smooth way he drove; eyes always on the road, hands on the wheel, etc. It was perfectly textbook.
"I've never let somebody else drive my car before" said Kurt.
"Does it bother you?"
"No… I kind of like it, but don't get used to it" he decided stretching. "We should take a ride in your bike sometime. I have the perfect outfit for it!"
Harry laughed delighted. "Have you ever even been on a bike before?"
"Not really" he admitted. "But it sounds fun!"
"It is" Harry said. "I'm pleasantly surprised; you don't strike me as a bike enthusiast."
"You are the first person I wouldn't mind getting on a bike with" said Kurt in a flirty tone. "Plus, I bet you look hot with your jacket on and some boots."
"I do look quite striking, if I do say so myself" bragged Harry. "I would definitely look better with you behind me."
"Flirt" accused Kurt.
"You started it…"
IIIII
They signed in at the security gate, arriving at 11:03 on the dot. He texted his dad and they made their ways to the dorm holding hands.
"I have Warbler practice tomorrow" said Kurt breaking the silence.
"On a Sunday?"
"Yeah, Wes is going crazy with preparations for sectionals" admitted Kurt. "How about you?"
"Hermione wants my help with one of her crazy, make the world a better place projects, but I helped last weekend so it's somebody else's turn" summarized Harry. "I was planning to go for a long run in the morning, do some homework… play with my new guitar which I've been neglecting since yesterday."
It never failed to surprise Kurt he was dating a jock. Because Harry was, by all intends and purposes, a jock. He played football (soccer) and did fencing, and he went running because he honestly liked the exercise. According to Ron, if he didn't have practice of some kind during that day, Harry went out to run 'easy 10'. In Kurt's books, 10 kilometers were not easy and should never be attempted unless a sale was somehow involved.
"Maybe we can do the last two together" said Kurt tentatively. He didn't want to smother Harry, but he also didn't want to spend time apart.
"I'd like that… pick you up after rehearsal?"
"It's a date" said Kurt and they stopped in front of his door.
IIIII
Harry made a displeased noise and burrowed further into the source of warmth at his side. Kurt giggled and tried to get away.
"Wake up Harry" he ordered laughing. "I need to go get my stuff and get ready, and you said you wanted to go for a long run."
"I don't wanna anymore" pouted Harry, nuzzling Kurt's neck like an overgrown cat and sighed blissfully. "Let's just stay here and cuddle till noon."
"Harry" Kurt said in a warning tone.
His boyfriend lazily opened an eye and stared at Kurt's face. He blinked a few times and a sort of dazzled smile overtook him.
"Hi" he said in a dreamy voice.
Kurt smiled in response. "Hi"
"You look… I can't even tell you how beautiful you look with the sunlight like this" whispered Harry, slowly and lovingly getting a strand of hair out of Kurt's face.
"Stop it" blushed Kurt, feeling quite pleased. "I really need to get up and go change."
Harry sighed displeased. "Oh alright, I'll move, but with one condition…" Kurt raised an eyebrow. "I want a kiss."
"If I must" said Kurt and closed the distance between them.
"Wow" breathed Harry against the soft lips of his boyfriend. "I think I am in heaven and I was kissed by an angel…"
He and Kurt stared at each other, until Kurt laughed. Loudly. He proceeded to press his face against Harry's chest, his whole body trembling.
"Oh, that was sooooo bad" continued to laugh Kurt. Harry grinned, proud he had made Kurt laugh, even if it was at his own expense.
IIIII
"…est-ce que, par-ce que, vous m'aimez?"
Blaine stared as Kurt danced his way around the room, humming and getting ready for school, while he continued to sing in French and smiling spontaneously every few minutes.
"You didn't come to the dorm last night" he said with a frown, "and you arrived after curfew yesterday."
"Harry took me to see Rent last night" said Kurt gushing. "He got us an extension of curfew so we would have enough time to return and I crashed in his room since the Weasley trio went back home for the weekend and yesterday, we just didn't realize the time…" he stared off into space with a huge smile, remembering singing with Harry and dancing with him and kissing him… he sighed, completely content with life.
"That's against regulation Kurt, you could get in trouble" said Blaine, his frown deepening.
Kurt waved his concerns off. "Let's go Blaine, we have rehearsal in 10 minutes and I will be the best ukulele there ever was or die trying" said Kurt with conviction and skipped out of the room.
"Dites-moi pour quoi, la vie est belle? Dites-moi pour quoi, la vie est gaie? Dites-moi pour quoi, chere Monsieur…" sang Kurt softly while making his way to their rehearsal room. There was a new bounce in his step and he was sure that nothing would take him out of his happy place. Blaine trailed after him shaking his head.
IIIII
Rehearsal went better than usual, Kurt happily using his extra energy to jump and follow the choreography, while perfectly imitating a ukulele. By the time they were done, Kurt was feeling anxious but kept his composure until the council allowed them to leave. He jumped from his seat, phone already in hand and humming without noticing it.
"Dites-moi pour quoi, la vie est belle? Dites-moi pour quoi, la vie est gaie? Dites-moi pour quoi, chere Monsieur, est-ce que, par-ce que, vous m'aimez?" he sang softly while exiting the room. (Tell me why life is beautiful? Tell me why life is gay? Tell me why, dear mister? Is it because you love me?)
"La vie est belle parce que je vous ai rencontré, gay parce que nous sommes faits pour être ensemble et de nous faisons les uns des autres heureux…" Harry said in a passable French accent, while leaning against the wall casually and extending a take away coffee; his other hand holding his own drink, more likely than not a tea. (Life is beautiful because I met you, gay because we rock it and we make each other happy).
Harry smiled with a mischievous spark in his eyes. "Non-fat mocha, right?" Kurt stared at Harry sort of frozen, processing the words and accepting the drink in auto mode. "Are you going to laugh at my horrid French now?"
"You know my coffee order…" the countertenor smiled softly, taking a sip to hide how touched he was by the words, and the fact Harry knew how to order him a perfect coffee. The anxious feeling faded and he found himself suddenly in a peaceful place. "No, it was perfect. I thought you said your French was very basic."
Harry sheepishly shrugged. "You were singing in the morning, Google might or might not have been involved afterwards, and as for the French" he raised his iPod touch and in his more serious tone stated. "There's an app for that…"
Kurt broke into fits of giggles.
He and Harry had both fiercely argued about phones a few days ago. Harry was a firm Blackberry man and Kurt was an iPhone lover till the end. One of his core arguments was that there was an app for everything. In the end, he decided he could let it go, since Harry at least had an iPod touch and well… he looked very grown up when he answered his Blackberry.
His amusement dimmed enough for him to come to the realization he really, really, wanted to kiss Harry and he could, so he went for it. He extended his arm to grab him by the neck and pulled them together, Harry happily leaning to meet him half way, his free arm snaking around Kurt's waist. Vaguely aware that they were still in front of the choir room and that it was suspiciously quiet, they kept it simple and sweet; both smiling by the end of it…
"You taste like coffee" said Harry.
"You taste like tea" replied Kurt, playing with the collar of his boyfriend's shirt and not bothering to put any space between them.
"I don't really like coffee" Harry teased him, their lips brushing by their proximity.
"I don't really like tea" was Kurt's response.
"We'll figure it out" Harry said and kissed him again, this time Kurt allowed Harry's tongue inside and moaned quietly, Harry was a great kisser.
"Guys! Seriously?"
They separated and turned to see Seth and Tyler laughing at them.
"Common guys, you've been dating less than 48 hours and we already see you making out or being all couplely every time we turn a corner" said Tyler.
Kurt rolled his eyes. "Harry, your minions are annoying."
"Hey!" protested Seth. "If anything, we are groupies… very manly groupies."
"Sad, but true" Tyler said resigned.
Kurt raised an eyebrow, while Harry chuckled awkwardly. "You keep telling yourself that if it makes you feel better" Kurt said. "But I see that man-crush you got going on for my man grow even just a little bit and I'll go public school on you."
The two band members and Harry stared at Kurt in surprise for a second, before they all laughed. "That was… it was just perfect" said Harry kissing his temple and staring at him with obvious smugness. "Lunch?"
"You betcha" said Kurt with his usual confident attitude. He grabbed Harry's shades from the front pocked of his boyfriend's jacket and put them on in a smooth move. Harry passed an arm around his waist and they both began to walk to the parking lot.
"I am never getting them back, am I?" mused Harry out loud.
"I look better with them" Kurt said, calmly drinking his coffee.
"When you are right, you are right" said Harry with an accepting air.
"…did that just happen?" asked Trent, snapping the Warblers out of their frozen shock.
"I think so" mumbled somebody else.
"When did Kurt and Potter start dating?"
"Is Potter even gay?" asked Thad.
Jeff smiled to himself, more used than they were to Harry Potter and the force of natural mayhem, chaos and confusion he could be.
"He's always been bi" he settled for replying. Wes and David said nothing at all, choosing to study Blaine's very tense form.
"Really?" asked Nick with a hint of disappointment. "Can't believe the newbie got the hottest guy in school under all of our noses… man, Sebastian is going to be pissed. He goes abroad, and bam! Harry reveals he's into guys… Jeff! You are my best friend, how could you not tell me?"
"Right, because that's what I need" he said sarcastically. "You and Harry getting together; no thanks, Harry would corrupt you."
Blaine shifted awkwardly at that, feeling the comment was meant as a dig towards his attitude. Jeff pointedly not looked in his direction and the tension in the room kept increasing to the confusion of pretty much everybody, until Jeff shrugged.
"You're not his type anyways."
"What? How would you know?" asked Nick pouting. Jeff, Tyler and Seth looked him up and down, looked at each other and shrugged.
"Sorry dude, coming from a place where I don't give a damn, you just aren't" Seth said.
"Jeff!" said Nick now offended.
"Look, if I was gay… and Harry was unavailable, then I would totally date you but other than that, I can only say that you aren't his type, sorry" said Jeff with a noncommittal tone.
"What do you mean if Harry was unavailable?" yelled Nick. "I'm not even your first choice!"
"You're a bit too high maintenance" said Jeff honestly. Turning to the musician and completely ignoring his friend's outraged mumbles, he asked. "Are any of you two feeling baffled by the fact we know his type of guy?"
"Despite how fun opening that can of worms looks like…" started to say Tyler and pointedly let the sentence unfinished. "Are you going to take much longer to exit? We have the room booked."
With that Jeff started to walk away, humming quietly to himself the song Kurt had stuck in his head.
"Jeff!" said Nick with a demanding tone, going after him. "Jeff come back here and tell me I'm pretty!"