HarryxBlainexKurt

Still a threesome story and I will sink with my ship.

IMPORTANT REQUEST/CONTEST:

I need help. We need to find these 3 a name. It's killing me people, killing me. There's a notebook with pages of stupid names. Klarry? HartLaine?

Can you all offer suggestions? I will be taking the first person to suggest the name as the one that came up with it. I'll make a poll after and we can all decide.

The person to give the best name will get to read the next 4 chapters of Champion's Lullaby, commission a oneshot of GleexHP or read my new GleexHP crossover (you can pick any of those options).

In regards to my new GleexHP fic:

I took my recently recovered free time for a spin, took advantage of it on my couch (wiggles eyebrows in creepy manner) and got it pregnant with a new GleexHP crossover that doesn't have HarryxKurtxBlaine as a pairing, but Klaine is together. Still slash (duh), but you know I am playing it cool, I am not sure if I am ready to commit to raise this baby too.

See you at 735 or the 21/06

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Chapter 11

Almost Perfect and Sickeningly Perfect

"Blaine!" screamed Harry once he got out of the car. It was freezing and he was only in jeans and a grey hoodie. "Blaine where are you!" he jogged further into the park.

Turning around desperately and screaming for Blaine. Every attempt at calling his phone went straight to voice mail. He continued to jog towards the middle of the park.

"Blaine? Bloody hell, Blaine where are you?" he screamed again. "Fuck" he whispered and ran towards the hunched over figure in the bench. It was Blaine, but he looked to be asleep. "Blaine?" he touched the boy, he was practically frozen.

"Harry?" asked a hopeful small voice. He was wearing pants and a shirt, his winter coat, but no shoes, his whole frame shivered.

"Thank God" whispered Harry. "Let's get you in the car" he said; knowing that Blaine didn't need someone asking things at the moment. "Can you walk?"

"I can't feel my feet" Blaine said pathetically, his lips were starting to turn bluish, as had his toes. "I feel really sleepy too..." without a word Harry turned around and kneeled.

"Common, I'll give you a ride..."

"I'm not that helpless" mumbled Blaine, but leaned forwards and grabbed Harry's neck, hopping onto his back a second later.

"It'll be faster like this" Harry said. "Here, you can get your feet inside my pockets."

Blaine did so relieved, followed by Harry's hands, which had gone from behind his legs and into the pockets too. The warm hands rubbed his feet as Harry started jogging back to the parking lot. Blaine closed his eyes in bliss and pressed his cold cheek against the neck in front of him.

"Talk Blaine, don't fall asleep now."

"You are going to slip" muttered Blaine.

"I'll have you know I have excellent balance" said Harry and as if to prove the point he easily slid over a big patch of frozen water.

"Show off."

"Stuff it Rudolph" Harry said with a smirk. Blaine pouted.

"You are not nice, I'll tell Kurt to tell you that you have to be nice to me" said Blaine pressing his cold nose behind Harry's ear in retaliation.

"Fuck!" swore Harry with a shiver. Blaine smirked and continued to rub his nose.

"Oi! Stop that or I'll drop you" Harry said when Blaine seemed to be getting lethargic again. It had the desire effect because Blaine changed cheeks and put it to the other side of his neck.

"You wouldn't" Blaine said cheekily. Too tired and cold to think properly about whom he was talking to.

The car was in view and Harry hurried his pace, fetching his keys and opening the back door of the car, with one hand he quickly made the seats fold and let Blaine enter. He turned the car on and put the heater as high as it could go. Closing the driver's seat he climbed in the back too and closed the door.

"Take off your coat it's soaked" ordered Harry taking his own hoodie off, his shirt following immediately.

"What?" asked Blaine confused by his friend's boyfriend sudden need to show off his abs.

"Blaine, you are on your way to a case of either moderate or severe hypothermia, if you don't want me to drive you to a hospital right now, take your clothes off so that I can get you warm."

Blaine did so, mostly because things would spiral out of control if he went to a hospital. His body was still shaking and if he peered closely he could see a bit of blue coloration in his fingers. Finally Harry helped him, making a quick work of the top half of his body and bringing the smaller boy against his naked chest.

"Oh" mumbled Blaine in pleasure. His whole chest was cold, but Harry's was warm. Things made so much sense now.

Harry patted his knee and ankle. "Your jeans seem to be fine. Put your feet there, that's where the heat is coming from."

Blaine did as he was told; his body warming surprisingly fast. He pressed his open palms against Harry, while the British boy's hands started to rub his back and arms quickly, creating enough friction for the skin to get a healthier pink color.

Harry grabbed his hoodie when he felt Blaine was warm enough and helped him get inside. He took his boots off and forced the Warbler to wear them too.

"Don't tell my friends, but the inside is covered with real fur" whispered Harry.

"Oh my God, this is amazing" Blaine said, his feet felt in heaven.

"I know" Harry said solemnly, quickly getting his shirt back on. He climbed to the driver's seat. Blaine decided to move to the front too, his limbs still a little uncoordinated. Harry grabbed his coat and placed it over the Warbler as a blanket.

"Thank you..."

"Water?" he asked passing a bottle when Blaine nodded. "Do you want me to take you anywhere?"

Blaine let his head fall against the seat. "I don't know" he closed his eyes and Harry looked away.

"Dalton it is..."

It wasn't long before Blaine was dozing off. Harry went as far as reclining the passenger seat completely for him. The drive seemed to take forever. He regularly woke up the sleeping boy. If only because he wanted to be sure he had not caught anything from being outside too long.

IIIII

He kept a careful eye on the Warbler as they snuck inside. Blaine had regained most of his color and seemed more alert. He had tried to give Harry his boots and hoodie back unsuccessfully when exiting the car, but he knew the shorter boy needed them more.

"Come with me" he ordered when Blaine stood awkwardly at the entrance of the dorms. He led them to his room and once inside, rummaged through his clothes until he found something appropriate. Grabbing one of the clean towels he motioned for him to enter the bathroom. "Have a hot shower and change."

"I thought you guys didn't have hot water..."

"That's what we tell people" Harry said with a smirk and pointed to the heater they installed in the corner. "We don't want people randomly coming to shower."

Harry's phone rang and he stared at the ID for a second before answering. "Kurt..." he stressed "...hey, I was about to call you" Blaine shook his head desperately, mouthing 'no' several times. Harry stared at him before nodding.

"Yeah, I saw the weather report too, it's snowing pretty heavily outside, I was going to ask if we could take a rain check this time" Harry hummed at something Kurt said. "I'll make it up to you, if the weather improves, dinner tomorrow? I'll take you anywhere you want... yes, of course..." he exited the bathroom without acknowledging the grateful look Blaine sent him.

Harry disappeared from the room and after a quick trip to the kitchen, he returned with several thermoses full of hot drinks. Blaine got out of the bathroom a few minutes later. He had put the hoodie on again. "Would you like water, tea or hot chocolate?"

"If I could get some of that delicious smelling hot chocolate, I'll be grateful" Harry nodded and placed the already prepared cup in his hands. "Where are the…" he looks around warily, almost expecting the twins and Ron to jump out of nowhere.

"Back home" shrugged Harry. "They spend most weekends there."

Blaine doesn't ask if that makes Harry lonely, because as far as he knows, well, he assumes to be more precise, Harry's home and family are across the ocean. Before he can start to lose himself into that train of thought he was interrupted.

"I will ask once. If you don't want to talk to me, that's fine. If you do, I've been told I am a great listener" he stared at him. "Are you ok?"

Blaine was taken aback. He was expecting Harry to ask what happen, instead of inquiring about his wellbeing. His throat tightened. "I finally told my grandfather..."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"I finally told him" he repeated, eyes staring at the cup intently. "My parents know and... well, they cared enough to let me transfer to Dalton. I barely see them during the year, we don't talk about it. I think they pretend I am normal... I went to my grandparents to go over the Christmas plans; they are very conservative. My grandfather asked me if I had a girlfriend, because my grandmother knew a girl that would be perfect for me... I couldn't lie... I..." the cup slipped through his fingers. "Fuck! I am so sorry! God! I am so, so sorry Harry, I'll..."

"Blaine" Harry said gently, while crouching next to him. He grabbed his hands to stop him from picking up the pieces. "It's a damn mug, don't worry."

Blaine stared at Harry, who stood up, pulling him along towards the ratty couch. He forced him to sit down and served him another cup of hot chocolate. "I'm sorry I called you. I didn't know what to do, Wes and David are with their families for the weekend and I couldn't face Kurt and his family. I was scrolling down my list of contacts and, well... Kurt always goes on about how you help people and stuff and you gave me your number, I had the paper in my pocket and before I knew it I was calling you..."

"I don't mind that you called" Harry cut him before the boy could get himself into another mild panic attack. "You don't have to apologize" Harry sat down next to him and said nothing else.

"My grandfather kicked me out of the house" confessed Blaine, suddenly understanding Kurt's complains about how he had opened up completely to Harry immediately. It wasn't that the silence was uncomfortable or awkward; it was welcoming and at the same time he wanted to make Harry talk more, because his voice sounded soothing and comforting.

"I am sorry he doesn't understand" offered Harry honestly.

Because he was the kind of guy that drove two hours in the snow to help a friend of his boyfriend (and then drives three on the way back), who also made hot chocolate and listened to his problems without judging or pressing the issue, because he was the kind of guy that climbed trees to save cats, gave his coat to homeless people and drove hours to return a lost dog, he passed one arm around Blaine's shoulders reassuringly.

Blaine immediately latched to the comfort offered, and yes, Kurt was right. Even with all his flaws, Harry was sickeningly perfect. His reservations towards their relationship dissolved. Kurt and Harry could definitely work together and he really wanted Harry to be his friend too.

IIIII

Harry laid on the sofa, Blaine sleeping over him. A blanket over the two of them, briefly he wondered how he ended up as a cuddle pillow for a guy he barely knew. Blaine had cried himself to sleep and Harry had a hard time saying no to crying people. He had tried moving, but Blaine had clutched to him with all he had.

He really hoped Seamus never discovered he had been cuddling other gay guys… that reminded him, he had to tell his friend he was dating somebody now and that wasn't going to go well. He was possessive like that. He hoped this would somehow get Blaine to accept him more, because Harry really expected he could make things work with Kurt. But above everything, at the moment he really hoped Blaine would be ok.

IIIII

"You should tell Kurt" said Harry over a cup of tea in the morning.

Blaine looked away. "I don't want him to feel sorry for me… he… he had it rough and he was so happy to find somebody that had things figured out."

"Blaine, its ok not to have things figured out… you need the support of your friends right now and it's ok to ask for it" with that comment Harry opened the door. Kurt was there as well as Wes and David, the three looking confused until they saw Blaine. They turned to Harry with questioning eyes. "I'll go get breakfast while you talk…"

IIIII

He took his sweet time grabbing food and made sure to text Kurt before returning. Kurt promptly met him at the door, grabbed the food and kissed him on the cheek after giving him a very long, grateful look. He sent him away soon after that. Harry went to the library for lack of anything to do. He didn't mind that the room had been taken over by an invasion of Warblers, Blaine needed this.

"There you are" Kurt said late in the afternoon. He sat down next to Harry and grabbed his hand. "Thank you for calling us. I think Blaine would have kept it to himself."

"I knew you guys would want to be there for him" Harry said rubbing his thumb over Kurt's hand.

"Can I ask you something?" asked Kurt staring intensely at him.

"Anything…"

"Do your… are your parents like Blaine's grandparents? I mean… did they…" trailed off Kurt looking uncomfortable. "You never mentioned them, so…"

Harry squeezed. "No… they… they died when I was one" he said in a small voice and smiled somewhat painfully.

"Oh Harry, I had no idea" Kurt said staring at his boyfriend's sad demeanor. Harry took his wallet out and opened it, taking an old picture and passing it to Kurt without words. He stared at the smiling faces and then at his boyfriend. "You have…"

"My mother's eyes and father's hair" said Harry somewhat nostalgically.

"No… well yes, but I was going to say you have your mother's smile and your dad's look" said Kurt examining the picture fondly. They seemed like happy people, lovely even.

"My dad's look?" asked Harry intrigued.

"Yeah, the color and shape of your eyes is your mom's, no doubt there, but your dad and you have this look" said Kurt raising the picture to compare. "Like… don't take this the wrong way, but you both have this look like you're up to no good."

Harry stares at Kurt before laughing, an affectionate smile taking over his face. It's the nicest thing anybody had ever said when comparing him to his parents.

"And that's the smile" said Kurt handing over the picture. "When you smile sincerely, not smirk or laugh, but when you smile like that…"

"Don't leave it uncompleted, when I smile like that what?"

"You smile like you have a secret and can't wait to tell me about it" said Kurt feeling his face heat up, but Harry's expression was more than worth the slight sticky sweet moment. "I don't know, you both seem to be laughing at the world behind its back, and can't wait to share the joke with somebody."

"That's the sweetest thing anybody ever said to me" said Harry this time out loud and his big green eyes, shining gratefully, made Kurt smile at him adoringly.

"Do you think they would have…" he started to say before shyly stopping.

"They would have been ok with it, the whole me liking guys and girls" Harry said smiling hollowly. "One of their friends from school used to say my mom would have rather I brought a boy home than a girl… apparently she had pronounced no girl would ever be good enough for me after I said mom as my second word… and… I don't know them, but I think she would have like you, my dad too for that matter."

"I wish I could have met them… but I wish more you could have them in your life, even if it meant you wouldn't have meet me" said Kurt sincerely.

Harry took his hand and brought it to his lips. "I don't. I outgrew idealizing my life a long time ago and the truth is that I never had parents, so I don't know what I am missing on that front. What I do have is amazing friends and an equally amazing boyfriend. I couldn't bear to lose them or you, not for something I don't understand or need."

"Oh Harry" gasped Kurt closing his eyes tightly to stop the tears. "That's both the sweetest and saddest thing I ever heard."

"It's ok Kurt, really. I don't even know the details, just that there was a fire at our house and that I was lucky to make it… that's where I got my scar actually" said Harry brushing the hair out of his forehead to make it more visible. "But I wouldn't know how the hell it happened."

Kurt took his hand and squeezed it.

"I don't really remember anything about them, so while I miss the idea of having parents I don't miss them" Harry reassured him and Kurt almost lost it, because his insides suddenly felt raw with the realization that Harry had no idea he was supposed to be the one being comforted. Harry looked ready to take Kurt in his arms to make him feel better and it was almost enough to make Kurt truly cry.

He didn't know who had raised Harry and he was dying to ask, but his curiosity could wait for the time being. He was struck with how some things were starting to make sense now. Having a missing piece of the puzzle had switched his perspective on the situation. Like how Harry was the most tactile person Kurt had ever met, always reaching out for him in some manner and who could blame him if this was his only tangible source of affection beyond friendship? Who was Harry's support system? Who did he go to when he had problems or needed a hug or a kiss or just somebody to tell him things would be ok after a tough day? He was dreading those answers, because Harry had shared only a few things about his life and they were all suddenly suspiciously happy.

Under all his goofiness, he was independent and mature in ways that Kurt could comfortably relate to. Originally he had chalked it up to chemistry and a good balance of personalities, but now he understood it to be similar experiences that had shaped up their way of thinking and acting. He had lost his mother and Harry both parents, but while Kurt had been able to depend on his dad, Harry looked and acted like all the decisions in his life fell on him. The comfort in his own skin, the security in himself, it was there because Harry didn't know how to rely on others.

He never hesitated when they made plans, he didn't check up on anybody, Hermione was the one that hounded Harry to make sure he was eating properly (a cause that Kurt had jumped immediately into), it was the twins who asked Harry how his practice and games had gone, it was Ron who checked to make sure he had returned to the dorm safely, Luna who forced him to go get new shoes, Katie and Angelina who tried to embarrass him in front of Kurt.

All in all, the signs had been there, he just hadn't known how to read them. Kurt wanted nothing more than take Harry to his home and shower him with love and affection. Bury them both in blankets, ice-cream and happy movies.

"What did you do during thanksgiving then?" asked Kurt, randomly. He had assumed Harry had gone to visit his family or relatives.

"Hermione's" said Harry with a shrug. "Luna and her dad were there too, Ron and his family invited me, but after the fallout with his sister I prefer not to go there anymore."

"You could have come to spend it with us" said Kurt sadly.

"It's was your first thanksgiving with your new family" said Harry, caressing Kurt's cheek. "Crashing wouldn't have been a way to endear myself to your dad… it's an American tradition anyways, doesn't have much meaning to me."

"But you are going home for Christmas right, you have real plans, right?" asked Kurt fishing for information.

"No, I am going to London specifically to spend Christmas alone" said Harry rolling his eyes. "I'm sure me and all the homeless people in London will have a blast under a bridge somewhere, with broken fairy lights, cheap alcohol and holey socks."

"Harry!" Kurt said disapprovingly.

"I have more than 5 different invitations" said Harry smiling. "I am not alone Kurt."

"Sorry" said Kurt with a blush, embarrassed he had made the assumption.

Harry waited until Kurt was able to make eye contact again, before continuing. "I know I haven't shared much about my life before Dalton, but that's because it hasn't always been happy and I've tried to put it behind me to the best of my abilities. It's hard for me to reopen those wounds when it took me so long to close them, but you deserve to know…"

"No Harry" Kurt said grabbing his face and kissing him. "I don't need to know anything besides the fact that you drove to help one of my friends when they needed you in the middle of a snow storm, and you called us because he needed help and you are kind, and willing to do anything to help people… even when they haven't treated you fairly. That's all I really need to know. I want to know everything about you, but the things that I know already are enough, the rest… the rest can wait until you are ready."

"Thank you Kurt" Harry said smiling. "It means a lot you are willing to let me take my time."

Kurt chuckled. "What a pair, I take my time with the physical part and you take yours with the emotional one… strange trade off."

"Meet you in the middle?" asked Harry with a grin.

"You better" said Kurt kissing him without any rush. "Common" Kurt said standing up. "I left Blaine, Wes, and David with the twins and Ron."

"They arrived?"

"Just before I came to look for you…"

"And you left them alone with them?" asked Harry worried.

"It's been like 10 minutes, how bad could it be…"

IIIII

"Oh Giovanni" said Kurt looking at the dorm with wide eyes.

"Could be worse" shrugged Harry.

The twins had turned around a dresser in front of one of their bookshelves, who hosted a few bottles now, the finishing touch where the chairs perfectly placed in front of it. Ron was behind the 'bar' cleaning a mug with a piece of cloth while nodding along to what David was saying. David had a drink in his hand, which looked already half empty.

Blaine was perusing the iPod on the speakers, a red cup frequently making a trip towards his lips, while Wes looked at Fred and George doing shots with wide eyes.

"So, you lick the salt, then the tequila and then you bite the lime" said Wes frowning.

"Harry" pleaded George. With a laugh, Harry pulled a still shocked Kurt into the room, closing the door behind. Before Kurt could understand what was happening, Harry had grabbed his arm and raised the sleeve of his shirt, licked his wrist, while Kurt stammered and build a healthy dose of outrage, salt was placed on the wet spot.

"What the…" a lime was shoved in his mouth and then Harry licked his wrist again, taking the salt he had put there, knocking back two shots at once and crashing his lips against Kurt's. It was strange to kiss him with the lime between them, but once Harry had sucked enough of the juice out he separated for a second to spit it out and return to kissing his boyfriend.

"Classy" said Fred laughing. Wes looked decisively uncomfortable, before George handed him a drink which he seemed to like. Kurt and Harry separated, lips bruised and breathing more elaborated than before. When Fred made a motion of serving himself another shot of tequila, Kurt's hand quickly grabbed the bottle in a possessive manner.

"We'll take care of that" he said and with a competitive glint in his eyes, he pulled the neck of Harry's shirt. He licked his neck, applied salt and in a show of good sportsmanship Harry grabbed a lime on his own accord. Needless to say, nobody tried to pry the bottle from their hands and did their best to ignore what the twins dubbed 'PG-rated body shots.'

"You taste delicious" said Kurt with a slurred voice. They had finished what had been left in the bottle, but that hadn't been a detriment to stop licking each other. "Like… like awesomeness, you taste like awesomeness."

Harry chuckled, being buzzed but far from drunk.

"Thank you darling, you taste superb too" said Harry, who had done his part of remaining a gentleman by not leaving any hickeys behind; a regretful action, but one that was sure to avoid him a lot of anger the next day.

Blaine giggled. "Kurt tastes like a superhero…"

David head swirled in their direction. He stared at Kurt intensely, tongue poking out of his mouth.

"I will break your tongue if you come closer" said Harry scowling and maneuvering Kurt to sit on his lap.

IIIII

Kurt glared at the ceiling with all the hate he could muster. If only he had listened to Wes' advice. Actually, looking at him now, Wes should have listened to his own advice. His head was killing him, he was pretty sure he was going to puke and he had classes in less than an hour. It was Monday... couldn't they have at least waited until Friday to get drunk? At least he now knew 10 minutes was enough time for the twins to corrupt anybody.

"I want Harry" said Fred whiningly.

"He'll be here with you-know-what soon" replied his brother.

"...shut up" muttered David without real energy from his position on the ratty couch. Blaine was passed out under the table, Ron had somehow managed to crawl into his bed, Wes was resting his head against the table and Kurt was on Harry's bed, however his boyfriend was nowhere to be found.

"Harry!" saluted his minions happily, too happily.

"Please tell me you have it" asked Ron while standing up shakily.

"Yep" he said while shaking a big thermo. "Enough for everybody" he fished a cup and poured the most disgusting thing Kurt had seen in his life.

Blaine and Wes woke up simultaneously by the smell. "What is that... that monstrosity?" asked Kurt while he covered his nose.

"Hang over cure, also known as 'Draught of the Living Dead'" said Harry while passing the first cup to Ron, the red head drowned all in one gulp.

"Could improve the taste" muttered Ron while getting clean clothes and moving outside, looking slightly more alive.

"And the texture" said Fred while drowning his own cup in the same manner.

"The presentation and smell too" nodded George, but did the same. They got their towels and clothes leaving the room a second after.

"Alright newbies, let me break it to you." He poured four cups. "You can, not drink this and deal with a hang over all day, which will include over sensitivity to light and noises, and nausea or you can suck it up and drink this."

The four Warblers stared at Harry unimpressed. "What's in there anyways?" asked Blaine while rubbing his temples.

"You don't wanna know... Nothing you cannot buy in a supermarket as an underage minor" reassured Harry. "It will make your hang over go away and it has enough caffeine to bring the dead to life, keep in mind that you have rehearsal today. People singing, dancing..."

They all turned slightly green at the idea. David took a breath and stepped forwards. "If this kills me Potter..."

"It's perfectly safe, don't breath and swallow it all in one gulp."

"David..." started Wes, but his friend drank the cup as if it was a shot.

"Oh God... that is disgusting" David said, Harry chuckled and passed him a bottle of water. He drained it in three gulps. David blinked a few times and stared at Harry. "I feel better... the pounding in my head stopped... also I am kind of hungry. I'm going to change, see you guys later."

David left humming slightly towards the Fat Lady exit.

The three boys exchanged a few stares and approached the cups slowly. Harry had already put three bottles of water next to the cups.

"Cheers gentlemen" he said while he drank straight from the thermo. They stared at him as he swallowed the whole thing with something akin to wonder.

Kurt sighed and drank his own cup. Anything had to be better than the pain in his skull. The other two followed his example, figuring that at the very least Harry wouldn't poison Kurt.

IIIII

Kurt had never been this productive. No, not even with the 'vitamin fiasco' that Mr. Shue's ex-wife put them through had Kurt been this active. He had finished his History essay, his French translation, his English book, put three perfect outfits together (that in itself was nothing short of amazing) and he had done all that in the span of two hours and a half.

During glee club he had managed to sound exactly as they wanted him to sound, Thad had praised his precision and ended practice early. It was Monday anyways and nobody really put that much effort on Mondays, which made the rest of the Warblers unable to keep up with Wes, David, Blaine and Kurt. Jeff looked at the four of them with knowing eyes during the whole practice, looking surprised by Wes and David.

When they exited, Harry was waiting for them outside with an amused smile on his face.

"Common guys, we have movies, pizza and permission from administration for a sleepover" he said when Thad opened his mouth to protest.

The promise of greasy food seemed to be enough for David, Wes, and Blaine. Kurt hummed contently as he held hands with his boyfriend. Suddenly he was having trouble keeping his eyes open. They barely made it into the room before they started to yawn and lean against furniture for support. Fred and George were already on one of the top beds, tangled, while Ron was in the other top bunk.

They changed into the same sleep clothes they had this morning. David and Wes dove into Ron's bed together and snuggled happily against each other. Harry shook his head in amusement and closed all of their drapes. Kurt started his nightly routine for emergencies. It was a testament of how tired he was that he didn't care to use it twice in a row.

"You two can have mine" Harry said while settling on the purple monstrosity. Kurt was not far enough gone to not appreciate the view of his shirtless boyfriend. Who was only wearing the dark blue sweat pants he loved/hated.

"I can't accept that" said Blaine while struggling to stay upright. "Kurt's your boyfriend, that's your bed and this is your room. It's only fair I take the couch."

"I am already on it and you are the guest" Harry yawned, he felt mostly tired since he had stayed up most of the night making sure all the 'newbies' were ok. Americans were such lightweights when they started.

Kurt sighed, tiredly and got inside the bed. "We can all just squash together" he muttered before falling asleep.

"I don't mind sharing" Blaine said while starting to nod of.

Harry took a second to make up his mind. He stood up and guided him towards the bed when it didn't seem that Blaine could move anywhere on his own accord. He got in first, pushing Kurt as far as he could against the wall and tugged Blaine in, closing the drapes at the same time. It was a single bed, but they'll make it work somehow.

IIIII

Blaine had all the intentions to move as soon as Harry was out. He always had trouble falling asleep and when he did, it was usually full of nightmares. He had all the intentions to move to the couch, even his own room. His room which was so, so, so far away...

The bed was too small for three boys. But Harry still had the arm he had used to pull him in around his waist. He moved so he was on his side and rested his head against Harry's shoulder. He closed his eyes tiredly. He was going to move to the couch in like five minutes top... definitely... he was... soon...

IIIII

Kurt woke up more relaxed than he had in a long time. He had a fuzzy memory of the previous day's events and was fairly certain he wasn't all that sober yet. He knew tequila had been involved and then a disgusting drink. He swore never to drink anything the British boy offered him again, for a week at least. He had half climbed over Harry at some point during the night.

He sighed happily and cuddled closer.

He opened his eyes when he felt someone's breath in front of him. Blaine had his mouth opened unattractively and his hair, dear Alexander McQueen, his hair! Kurt stifled the giggles that wanted to come out and closed his eyes. He felt Harry move slightly under him, which caused Blaine to moan in displeasure and hide his face in Harry's neck.

Kurt was too tired to wonder if he should be concerned by the fact his best friend was all over his boyfriend... besides, Harry and Blaine made a rather adorable picture.

IIIII

Harry, the twins, and Ron were fully recovered by the time they woke up. The rest of them where decisively better, but still not up to their full capacity.

Wes and David returned to their homes after classes that day, according to Wes, quote 'put some distance from the bad influence' unquote. Kurt decided that the idea had some merit and organized a shopping trip with Mercedes, Tina, and Rachel.

Blaine, on the other hand, had never felt better.

Granted, it had been awkward waking up in the morning, pressed against Harry, but thankfully he had been the first awake.

It had been a long time since he had slept through the night naturally. Not counting the last time, which had been when he had been kicked out of his grandfather's house... and he had slept over Harry. He had simply assumed it was because of all the stress of that night. It was embarrassing to know that Kurt had been subjected to worse and was doing better.

For once he allowed himself not to dwell on depressing matters. After class, he listened to music, jogged and generally just enjoyed his day. It had been a long time since he felt this relaxed. It was a good feeling.

IIIII

Kurt grabbed the front of his boyfriend's shirt with both hands, his whole body arching upwards when his neck was gently nibbled. Harry licked a spot behind his ear, eliciting little whimpers from Kurt. His cock twitched in appreciation. For a usually very vocal person, the countertenor could be reduced to few, delightful, noises. He moved one of his hands to hold Kurt's hip in place.

"Harry" moaned a displeased Kurt.

"Slow, we need to go slow" muttered Harry against his lips before diving in. Kurt opened his mouth and let himself get lost in the wonderful sensations that the boy on top of him was producing. Startled, he felt himself harden and out of instinct tried to cross his legs.

"Do you want to stop?" Harry asked, resting their foreheads together. Kurt licked his lips and nodded, refusing to meet his eyes.

"I'm sorry" he whispered.

"Unless you have something to confess, you have nothing to be sorry about." Harry kissed his cheek and flipped them over, so that Kurt was resting over him. He put his left hand behind his head, caressing Kurt's amazingly soft hair.

"Are you sure you don't mind?" asked Kurt, tracing patterns on his boyfriend chest with his fingers. He loved the hand that moved to rest on the small of his back.

"I am dating the hottest, almost perfect, guy in the whole world" said Harry with a wink.

"Almost uh?" asked Kurt with a raised eyebrow.

"He's American you see, so he doesn't speak English..."

Kurt hit him in the chest. "Jerk!"

He tried to get up, but the hand on his back stayed firm. It was the most reassuring gesture in the world.

"I was lying" Harry said in a serious voice. Kurt stared at him taken aback. "Now that I can look at him properly, he is perfect..."

Kurt blushed and fought not to smile. Harry leaned towards him, but instead of giving him a kiss rubbed their noses together. Kurt didn't fight the smile this time.

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He entered his room quietly, he was going to get his moisturizer and return to Harry in no time. He had neglected his routine for two whole days. He couldn't do it for a third. He froze when he heard a whimpering sound. His eyes moved towards his official roommate and best gay friend, Mercedes scowled whenever that was not clear.

Blaine was turning and tossing around, his face covered in tears.

Kurt knew a nightmare when he saw one, hell, his only completely stopped after he started sharing a bed with Harry. Now that he thought about it, Kurt had never seen Blaine asleep. This morning had been the first time. He always went to sleep late and woke up early.

"Blaine" he whispered, suddenly feeling very guilty. He was so focused on his own problems that he didn't see what was in front of him. "Blaine, wake up" he said more firmly. He shook him by the shoulder. "Blaine!"

The boy gasped and jumped straight into a sitting position. He was shivering and looked disorientated. "Kurt?"

"Are you ok?" Kurt felt silly just asking, it was obvious he wasn't.

"Yes, it's just a nightmare, I'll be fine" Blaine said, not meeting his eyes. Kurt knew what he had to do then.

"The wall side is mine" declared Kurt while taking his shoes off. He grabbed Blaine's phone and texted Harry. "And if you try taking it, I'll kick"

"What?... Kurt! What are you doing?" Kurt climbed over Blaine and was moving inside the blankets.

"You are clearly not fine. You have nightmares Blaine and I am your friend. I am getting inside your bed so we can cuddle" Kurt stopped wiggling and found a comfortable spot. "Ok, do you wanna be the little spoon or the big one?"

Blaine stared at Kurt unable to say anything. He was used to being the pillar of strength, not the other way around.

"Little one" he whispered blushing.

Kurt nodded and opened his arms, letting the other boy settle. They stayed silent for a while. They were both tense and unable to relax. Despite the fact that Kurt was taller, his face ended up in Blaine's curls, making him unable to get comfortable.

"This is awkward" finally said Blaine.

"Unbelievingly so" agreed Kurt with a frown. "Pass me your phone."

"What are you doing?" Blaine asked curiously, the initial weirdness of having his friend on his bed disappearing.

"I'm a little spoon" Kurt said, not a trace of embarrassment in his voice. "Apparently; you are also a little spoon. We need a big spoon. I am getting us one. No offense, but cuddling with you is like cuddling with a girl."

Blaine laughed. "Right back at you…"

"While we wait..." muttered Kurt getting out of bed and starting his emergency routine "Blaine... do you always have nightmares?"

Blaine hugged a pillow. "Yes, I... I..." he swallowed. "I have to take meds to be able to sleep. They lowered the doze recently; it's taken me some time to adjust and it's honestly not that bad, but with… with all that happened with my grandparents, well… yeah."

Kurt's eyes softened. "You know you can trust me right?" he closed the lid of his cream. "I mean, you were there for me when I most needed somebody and I want you to be able to trust me."

"I do trust you" said Blaine. "You needed someone strong to help you… but I guess you have Harry now."

"You are strong" Kurt said while kneeling in front of the bed. "Just because you need help too, doesn't make you weak. It makes you human and I'm sure you and Harry could be great friends if you give him a chance… and I might have Harry now Blaine, but you'll always be my friend and I will always need you in some manner."

There was a knock on the door and Kurt stood up to open it with a big smile, giving Blaine the time he needed to process his words. "Perfect timing my Lord..."

Harry groaned. "Not you too, I was hoping it was a onetime thing."

He kissed Kurt softly on the forehead and entered the room confidently. He threw his hoodie on Kurt's bed and his shoes were discarded carelessly, before Blaine could wrap his head around what was happening, Harry had somehow gotten inside the covers and was spooning him.

"Do your whole face thing" ordered Harry, while bringing a stiff Blaine towards him. Blaine threw a desperate look towards Kurt, hoping he would stop the crazy behavior his boyfriend was displaying.

"I will agree only because I have already neglected my complexion for two nights" Kurt said as he sat down on his desk.

"Let me cuddle you Blaine" Harry said managing to sound both like a petulant five year old and a pregnant, needy woman. Blaine laughed, relaxing unconsciously.

"Maybe texting you was a bad idea after all" Kurt said with a roll of his eyes.

"Please, I bet you tried being the big spoon" said Harry while resting his chin above Blaine's head. "He sucks as the big spoon, doesn't he?"

"It was awkward" settled Blaine diplomatically. Harry hummed in approval. Five minutes later Blaine was already starting to feel sleepy.

Kurt finished and stood on the edge, figuring out how to get to the space next to the wall. "I'm sorry" Blaine said, mistakenly assuming Kurt was upset for not having his boyfriend cuddling him.

"Why?" asked Kurt while climbing carefully. Harry raised a hand to support him and things became easier.

"I am intruding. You two can sleep on the other bed, I don't mind."

Kurt scowled, ready to start a rant about Blaine's stupidity, but Harry shook his head and without relinquishing his grasp, turned the two of them around. Blaine gave a small shriek, before coming face to face with Kurt, who grinned smugly in approval.

"I dare you to escape" Harry said, while pushing the three of them as close together as he could. He put one arm behind the pillow and the other snaked around until his hand rested on Kurt's hipbone.

"Are you sure? Because..."

"Go to sleep" snapped Kurt half-heartedly, wrapping his arms around Blaine. One of his hands fisted Harry's shirt out of habit.

Blaine watched as Kurt fell asleep with a content sigh. "We really don't mind" whispered Harry from behind him.

"I feel like I am taking advantage somehow... doesn't it bother you? That we spend so much time together and... well..."

"I trust Kurt" replied Harry simply. "When you are not trying to be someone you are not, you're a really cool guy."

"I don't know what you mean."

"Uniformity doesn't suit you. You shouldn't need to tone yourself down. For what's worth, there are at least four people in the school that will accept you unconditionally."

"Four?"

"Well, five. I always count the twin's as the same person" he hummed. "Plus, I am pretty sure Wes and David would too."

"I'll keep it in mind" they didn't say anything for a while.

"You didn't have nightmares when you slept with us yesterday."

"I was surprised too" Blaine said uncomfortably. "It was nice. The pills make things fuzzy and..." he yawned.

Harry chuckled and started to hum. Blaine wanted to protest that he wasn't a little kid, but his eyelids were suddenly too heavy.

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When Blaine woke up for the second day in a row with a clear mind, he smiled happily. Both Kurt and he had ended up somehow over Harry, who he clearly remembered had not been in the middle of the bed last night.

He struggled to get out, but couldn't muster the ability to be annoyed. He showered and when he returned to the room, Harry was gone and Kurt was stretching.

"How did you sleep?" asked Kurt with genuine concern.

"Better than I have in years" admitted Blaine. "Thank you for sharing Harry, he's a great big spoon" Kurt smiled in agreement.

"I used to have nightmares before he started sneaking me into his room."

"I remember" Blaine said uncomfortably. He was not exactly proud of how he had treated Harry in the beginning or the three days Kurt cried himself to sleep as silently as he could.

"I am going to shower" announced Kurt and before leaving he added "He doesn't hold it against you, neither do I..."

Somehow it only made Blaine feel like a bigger jerk. The rest of his day was pretty much like the previous one. He didn't have to fake a smile during the whole day. He didn't struggle to pay attention in his classes and he had been famished by the time lunch rolled around. He spent time with Kurt and felt more like himself than he had in a long time.

Kurt left to go see his boyfriend after they returned from their usual coffee place. They were going out to the mall, he assumed for a date. Blaine prepared for his student council meeting of the next day and things progressed as normal as a Wednesday could.

An hour before curfew, Blaine's good mood was gone. He went towards his room until the last possible moment.

Kurt and Harry had been great, but he doubted either of them would be that keen on comforting him every night. He entered the room, already making peace with the fact that he would have to take meds to sleep. He opened the door to see that Kurt was there half way through his routine and that... he stared.

"What happened to your bed?... and your drawer?"

"Moved the drawer to Harry's room, so we could change my bed for this one" said Kurt without looking up. Blaine stared at the queen sized bed confused.

"Why?"

Kurt threw him a condescending look. "Because I wasn't going to get rid of my vanity/desk"

"No, why did you change your bed?"

"It was cute for two days, but the three of us don't fit that well in one bed" Kurt said while standing up. "Harry agrees. He pulled some strings so that administration would overlook the big bed."

"You have a lot of clothes in the drawer" he pointed out.

"Clothes I don't need to have at hand most of the time" dismissed Kurt. "Do you like the color of the sheets? Harry said that he didn't mind as long as they were comfy. I personally think that this shade of blue is very soothing."

"They're ok" answered Blaine, still staring at Kurt strangely.

"We can go pick a duvet after class tomorrow. The store was closing and I absolutely refused to be rushed! We'll have to share the single ones today." Kurt grabbed Blaine's duvet and placed it next to his, moving the pillows too.

"We?" parroted Blaine.

"Everything hurts, my legs hurt, my arms hurt, my hair hurts, my nails hurt, even my eyes hurt. I can't take it anymore. Oliver is mad, absolutely mad" Harry said as he entered the room, letting his slippers fall somewhere between the entrance and the bed, he made a stomach dive. "When you are ready to sleep I'll turn around" he muttered before closing his eyes.

Kurt rolled his eyes. "Yes we, now stop channeling my step brother. I've got some rules if we are going to be sharing the bed. The wall side is mine, I don't share my pillows; they are hypoallergenic and have foam memory! Harry has to go in the middle and I am the only one allowed to put a leg in between his."

Blaine stared at the bed and then at Kurt. "You mean you got a big bed for me?"

"No, I got it for Pavarotti" said Kurt sarcastically. "Yes for you or us more precisely." He changed his tone for a less snappy one. "Look Blaine, I've seen how much better you are after two nights of no meds. You've done a lot for me; let me do this for you."

"I... I don't know what to say" he confessed. This was too much. It was too much, way too much.

"Get changed" ordered Kurt while grabbing a magazine and settling next to the wall "If you try to get into your bed after we spent the day picking a mattress, I swear I'll go diva bitch on you."

Somehow Kurt and him ended up gossiping about everybody in the Warblers and New Directions (who admittedly were miles more interesting). They were both on their stomachs, facing the opposite direction of where Harry's head was. Blaine was having a lot of fun doing 'girly things'. Before Kurt, he had never had anybody to share a manicure or giggle about boys.

Harry muttered something that sounded like 'die Oliver'.

"Who's Oliver?" he asked while they flipped through the new Vogue.

"He's the captain of the football team" answered Kurt.

Blaine frowned. "The captain of the football team is a guy named Jason."

"Soccer team" clarified Kurt "Harry says that if he is forced to listen to Lady Gaga and go shopping with me, the least I can do is call soccer by its rightful name. He gets really offended when I don't. I actually took him on a date to a sports bar to watch his team play…"

They decided to call it a night after Kurt told him all about the 'Baby Gate Disaster' with Quinn the blond cheerleader (the evil one, not the other). Kurt poked Harry in the side as Blaine turned the lights off. Harry rolled without being told to and probably without actually waking up. Kurt happily wrapped himself around his boyfriend, Harry immediately surrounding him with an arm.

"Remember..."

"Wall side is yours, Harry goes in the middle, and I won't touch your pillows or put my leg in between your boyfriend's" repeated Blaine dutifully while sitting on the bed.

"Good boy... Blaine, stop staring and just think of Harry as an incredibly hot pillow that breathes."

"I'm just trying to figure out what's appropriate."

"We already discussed this, keep your legs away from in between his and we're good... actually none of your body parts can go there."

Blaine's eyes widened and he blushed. "I would never! I..." annoyed, Kurt laughed it was nice to be the confident one for once. He pulled Blaine's arm until he was resting his head on Harry's chest.

"I know and that's why I am letting you."

Kurt's head was resting a little above his, listening to his boyfriend heartbeat. If Blaine closed his eyes and concentrated, he could hear it too. He felt Harry's arm going around his back and he smiled, feeling safe, warm, and sleepy.

"Hey Kurt"

"Yes?"

"Thank you"

- End Chapter 11 -

Today we have an omake by XavierSmythe or jamie-shami in Tumblr.

(Caroline totally fangirls for a few moments at the idea of more of this awesome omakes being made). Just remember this little bits are what you readers decided to write, not part of the actual story (but no less awesome!).

Context: POV of how Blaine came to start the Fight Club.

- Start Omake by XavierSmythe -

Blaine had been more than ready to quit. He couldn't stand it anymore- The pressure, the name-calling, the shoving. He had wanted to fight back, dammit. He hadn't wanted to be a victim anymore. He had wanted to fight. To push back, to just bring one good punch, but he couldn't. So he had taken up music to have an outlet. It hadn't worked. He still felt the rage. The desire. Oh god, the burning desire to get them back.

The flaming Rage to break an arm or even a nose. He couldn't concentrate on his marks anymore, he couldn't sing, he couldn't read. He was pacing whenever he could, taking up jogging. He ran more than ten miles a day. One in the morning, four right after school, five in the evening. He couldn't take the words on his locker anymore. His parents didn't even notice.

And then the unspeakable had happened. While he and his date for the prom had waited for his father to pick them up they had been beaten. Into bloody pulps. His date didn't want anything to do with him anymore. He didn't call back, didn't text, nothing. His parents finally noticed that something was up and signed him up for self-defence and boxing. Finally Blaine had found an outlet. As soon as he had been allowed to, he started training. He put everything he had into it. And he was good. Really good. It did him good.

And then came the transfer to Dalton. To the school where it wasn't a problem to be openly gay, but Blaine still had that burning desire to fight in him. To prove that he could hold himself in a fight. To prove that nobody could ever hurt him that way before. He put on a mask. Hiding behind his chipper, dapper facade while watching for guys he could fight in the silence of the basement.

He had read of fight Clubs and wanted to start one of his own. He wanted to be able to fight regularly. To fight dirty. So he found himself some guys and talked to them. He joined the Warblers. First to show his parents that he was okay, then because he liked music so much, but the fight club stayed in his thoughts, and when he finally had enough members he started it. In the basements and on certain dates the message would go round.

Blaine became liked. He became popular for something other than singing. For showing that he could beat guys twice his size. They made a rule that every bruise had to be able to be hidden by the uniform, but other than that? It was mostly all out, till one of the older guys brought a bit of discipline into it. But it was great. It was power. It was showing off. It was Blaine, and he loved that.

- End Omake by XavierSmythe -

Author's Note:

I know there will be controversy and mixed opinions in this chapter, but I will say it now. Harry and Kurt are honestly trying to help Blaine. Harry has his saving people's thing and Kurt is Kurt, so yeah Blaine was an ass, but his grandparents just rejected him for being gay and that's something Kurt feared and Harry can relate to.

Other than that, I'll reply to questions, etc in reviews as always.

PLEASE NOTE:

For those of you interested in my other projects, little update:

I will publish 'The Big Book of Untold Stories' this week at my Tumblr blog one day earlier than in .

My tumblr blog is thebigpurplebook . tumblr . com

I am putting quotes of the chapters to be published next in Champion's in my twitter ( )BigPurpleBook. Also giving updates on when I will publish, if I am delayed, etc.

I plan to put character insights for all the HP characters in this story and others from the glee world (Jeff, Blaine, etc); small things that explain how and why my characters are not completely the same as they are in cannon. As some of you have pointed out, they remain loyal to who they are, but things are different in certain areas and I will explain how I have justified those things.

First one will be Ron and the one after Tom.

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THE BIG PURPLE BOOK OF UNTOLD STORIES

There are moments in life that are impossible to forget. Jeff had plenty of those and sometimes when Wes was talking and talking and talking, he couldn't help but wonder who to blame for joining the Warblers.

The answer was ridiculously simple.

Harry freaking Potter…

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To Jeff's embarrassment and Harry's amusement, Nick tackled the blond from behind in the parking lot, hugging him and declaring.

"Mine!" he said giving Harry a look of distrust.

Harry laughed. "I would never get in the way of true bromance" he said.

"Aw" said Nick disappointed. "You're straight?"

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In the future, Harry would look back at the events that unfolded after seeing that scene as some of the most important moments in his life. When Dalton stopped being just a school and became more like a home. However in that moment, the only thing in his mind was how it was almost too easy to manipulate everybody around him.

Maybe he could make a game out of it, put time limits to accomplish things and integrate a point system?

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SweetCaroline91