See you on the 21 of July or at 940… fuck
This is the last chapter where the deal is valid.
After this, updates will be once a week. I'm feeling really queasy about this! What if nobody reviews anymore?
Anyways, I'll torture you in return, so I guess we're even.
Some of the stuff coming your way… well, let's say the cliff hangers so far had been nothing compared to what's coming and I don't envy you as a reader of this fic. As I said to somebody, I made you laugh, but keep the Kleenex around because I will make you cry, that's a promise...
But not for a while, so enjoy!
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Chapter 14
Sleepovers, Super Powers and Whales
"That was amazing Harry!" Ron said trying to downplay the situation, the shaking of his hands betrayed him. "I've got it all on tape! Wait until Fred and George find out what they missed."
"Oh Harry! You are such an idiot!" said Hermione exasperated. Her eyes looked suspiciously watery. "Of all the stupid things!"
"Harry?" asked Oliver while walking next to the paramedic "...please don't die; I know I gave you permission if you won us the game, but we have one more game before nationals."
"You know Oliver... I could never raise a kid with you" muttered Harry before being lifted onto the ambulance.
"Somebody better get my boyfriend!" he screamed with what little energy he had left. The boys stared at each other awkwardly, remembering Kurt's treatment of Chris. Ron and Hermione seemed to be the only ones to notice that it had sounded suspiciously like a plural.
"Sorry, only one of you can come" said the amused paramedic, or maybe not.
"I'll go with him" Hermione said before Ron could. "I can't drive your car. I'll call the girls"
"Fine, I'll go pick my brothers. They probably would like to be there. Keep me updated!"
"I will. Bring Kurt and well..." they exchanged a look. "Be sure to tell them it's nothing serious... right?" she asked the man next to her.
"He probably just has a concussion, but they won't be sure until they run some tests on him."
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Getting Fred and George had been easy enough. They were just stepping out of detention and grinned when they saw Ron.
"Who won?" Fred paused. "Is that..."
"...blood on your shirt?" completed George.
"Uhm... we did, but Harry got a kick in the head and he's in the hospital" explained Ron, answering the question indirectly. "Hermione called me, says they are running tests. It's probably just a concussion."
"Well, what are we waiting for? Let's go"
"I still have to tell Kurt... and Blaine too probably" said Ron with an unhappy face.
Blaine was conveniently waiting outside the choir room. He smiled at them and waved. "Sorry guys, can't really talk, we are about to... is that blood?"
They could hear a muffled sound from inside the room.
"Ron, for fuck's sake! Go change your shirt or..."
"...people are going to think Harry is dying!"
"Wait, what?" asked Blaine, color draining from his face.
"If you keep making comments like that they will!" scolded Ron. "He's fine, as far as they know it's only a concussion. He sort of got hit really hard in the head and passed out."
Blaine was hardly comforted by what he was hearing. He was actually feeling a little sick watching Ron's shirt, covered in blood. Harry's blood.
Harry who had worked himself to exhaustion during the last few days, barely eating and sleeping only because it was the only way that Blaine and Kurt could sleep. Knowing Harry was somewhere, available to cuddle them, made it impossible to fall asleep.
Confirmed on a Saturday when he practically passed out in his old room, still dressed in his uniform. Kurt and Blaine had to sneak in at one when they finally couldn't take it anymore. That night, while waiting for him, they had a second conversation about what Harry moving in with them implied.
It seemed Harry had the ability to take care of everybody but himself. The week before the holidays, he had gotten to such extremes that it prompted Kurt and Blaine to sit down and talk. That's where the idea of rooming together had come from. It was the best way to take care of Harry without being obvious, and they had been reminded of that this weekend. The doors opened and by now Blaine had completely forgotten what he was supposed to sing, he couldn't care less either way.
"Blaine?" asked Wes, effectively killing the music.
Kurt moved to see what was happening and Blaine's eyes immediately made contact with his. There must have been something in his expression that gave Kurt and idea of what was going on.
"Uhm... sorry to interrupt your... thing, but could we speak to Kurt?" asked Ron as politely as he could.
"Is that blood?" asked Kurt, eyes suddenly glued to Ron's chest. It was understandable that everybody asked the question. Especially considering that the shirt was white and it was soaked.
"Just come with us Kurt" asked Fred entering the room and gently grabbing his arms. "Everything's ok, we'll explain on the way."
"And you go change your shirt" ordered George to Ron. "You keep freaking people out. We'll get the car and wait for you at the front. Grab some clothes for Harry too."
Ron nodded and tossed them the keys.
"Where is he?" asked Kurt looking around the hallway desperately. Blaine flinched, eyes glued to the floor. He was slowly getting overwhelmed by emotions. He had always been terrible understanding feelings.
"He's fine Kurt, really" reassured Fred and continued to guide Kurt, who was slowly starting to panic.
"Come on, you'll probably want to be there too" George said to Blaine, who seemed unable to do anything but stand there in shock. They got inside the car and Ron joined them a few minutes later, an overnight bag on his shoulder.
He filled them all on what happened, but seeing that Blaine and Kurt seemed far from comfortable, dropped the subject and they rode in silence.
The waiting room was crowded with people waiting for Harry. The football team was there, dirty, sweaty and anxious. Hermione was standing keeping an eye out for the doctor, Luna was sketching disconnected to everything around her, Angelina and Katie talked in hushed tones from their position in their chairs.
"Any news?"
"Still waiting for some head scans to be finished"
"Should somebody call the fencing team?" said Tom with only a half concerned expression on.
"Don't you dare!" said Oliver.
"I think we have enough people in here as it is" said Hermione. "Look guys, go back to Dalton, I'll keep you all posted. Go shower, celebrate. The moment I get an update, I'll call."
Hermione managed to get everybody in the team to leave. She practically had to throw Oliver out, but she did it. Kurt was pacing the corridor, muttering under his breath. Blaine kept staring at the floor, hands linked together and not uttering a word to anybody.
"Dr. Matthews" greeted Hermione standing up immediately, catching the attention of everybody in the room.
"Is Mrs. Granger around?" he asked, looking at them expectantly.
"Hermione Granger, I am Harry's emergency contact" Hermione said firmly. The doctor frowned.
"Ronald Weasley?"
"That would be me" said Ron with a strangely mature air around him.
The doctor was unsure how to proceed. For the first time Kurt realized that there were no adults around, only Harry's friends. It served to remind him that Harry's parents were dead. Like his mom. He closed his eyes, trying to delay the tears for a bit longer.
He wasn't losing anybody today, a simple injury that was all. Blaine moved next to him, in a silent show of support. Joining their hands came instinctively. Kurt squeezed and felt comforted when the gesture was returned.
"My father is a lawyer" Hermione said crossing her arms. "We have showed you our ID's and I am clearly listed as the primary emergency contact. I am also allowed to take any medical decisions in case he is compromised to do so himself. You will tell us about his condition or I will sue you and this whole damn hospital for withholding information."
The Doctor started speaking reluctantly, but Kurt only heard half of it. The only words he processed where fine, stable and, more importantly, awake.
"You can visit in groups of four" warned the Doctor before escaping. Hermione's intimidation tactics worked brilliantly.
"Your father is a dentist" said Fred.
"Dentist, lawyer, police, veterinary, same thing, different uniforms" dismissed George.
"We'll go first if you don't mind" said Angelina, referring to herself, Fred, George and Katie.
Hermione didn't seem convinced, but they promised to be quick. They all turned to Kurt. He felt touched that they respected his position as boyfriend enough to let him have the final say.
"Blaine and I will go last" they needed the time to pull themselves together after all.
True to her word, Angelina ensured they were out a few minutes later; probably to prevent the twins from getting ideas. They had behaved surprisingly well so far. Luna, Hermione and Ron stayed for longer.
Kurt was starting to get anxious when they finally came out.
Hermione smiled softly. "He's been asking for you two."
"I confirmed no Aquavirius Maggot had taken over his brain" said Luna airily.
"Right, thanks" Kurt said knowing just to take in stride whatever the blond said, Blaine gave her a confused look.
"No gratitude" huffed Ron faking offense. "It's all Kurt and Blaine these days"
"Your brothers already left" muttered Blaine with a blush, snapping from his trance of studying the petite blonde's strange behavior.
"Doesn't surprise me" Ron shrugged. "I'm going to give the girls a lift and come back."
Hermione turned towards the two impatiently waiting guys. "I know you room with Harry now, so keep an eye on him. He'll be benched for at least a week... he gets... uhm..."
"The Heliopath spirit is strong in him" Luna said to nobody.
"He has the attention span of a squirrel full of caffeine and the destructive energy of an evil toddler" explained Ron.
Despite the situation Kurt smiled at the description. "Keep him entertained, got it."
"They're going to keep him in observation for a few more hours and then discharge him. Make sure he eats all his meals and keep him away from the twins. Make sure he takes whatever pain killers they prescribe and don't let him fool you. He doesn't know how to measure pain."
"That's true; he once went around with a sprained ankle for two days like it was nothing" commented Ron.
"We will try to drop by while you have rehearsal" offered Hermione. "If he gives you too much trouble, let me know."
"He gets great ideas when he is bored" said Luna as a parting shot. "Like the time we went bungee jumping without helmets."
"He gets really bad ideas when he has too much pent up energy" explained Hermione. "The bungee jumping? True story"
"Right after the ankle" confirmed Ron with a dooming tone.
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Harry grinned at the sight of his boyfriend and roommate at the door.
"Fancy meeting you..." he didn't get to finish, before Kurt rushed to hug him. He sniffled.
"I hate you!" said Kurt while he started to cry "I (sob) hate (sob) you so..." whatever came next was lost by the uncontrollable sobbing.
Harry's eyes softened. "Get in here" Kurt didn't need to be asked twice. Harry petted his hair and for once no complains followed. Blaine wasn't quite sure what to do, until Harry smiled at him. "Well, don't just stand there."
"I don't know if I should..."
"Nonsense" said Kurt while rubbing his eyes.
He got out of bed and placed his blazer over a chair. Kicking his shoes under it and climbing back next to Harry, this time inside the covers. It was probably the most careless he had been with his clothes since his dad's heart attack.
"Don't be difficult, watch crappy TV with us. You can even choose the first program" Harry said while dangling the remote control.
"When you put it like that..." Blaine said with a roll of his eyes.
Harry seemed to be incredibly sleepy and was soon dozing off. His head was bandaged and he was full of scratches. A nurse came and smiled kindly at them.
"I need to wake him up and check on his stitches" she said, Blaine and Kurt got off the bed and were surprised when Harry didn't wake up immediately. He was usually a very light sleeper. "It's perfectly normal" she reassured them. "His body needs some time to heal."
"Is it time to go?" asked Harry with a yawn.
"If you can ace this test too, and you have somebody to keep an eye on you, the doctor said you could leave. But you have to be back in two days for a check-up."
"What test?" asked Blaine curiously.
"We need to make sure he doesn't have any neurological damage, just some normal questions to see if everything is in order" she explained while removing the bandages and checking the sutures, she promptly put it back satisfied.
"Alright" said Harry more alert. "Hit me... but no American Geography, I suck at that naturally..."
"What day is today?"
"Monday"
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"Do you have water at hand? Is Ron still there with you? How's the pain?" asked Kurt in quick succession as he entered the coffee house, Blaine on his heels.
"Ask him if he took his meds" said Blaine, hovering over his shoulder. "Tell him we can be back in no time" Kurt nodded and repeated what Blaine had just said.
Rachel and Mercedes stared at each other with raised eyebrows.
"Add a non-fat-mocha and a medium drip to that" ordered Mercedes when the boys didn't show any inclination to place it themselves. Kurt was still talking on the phone, Blaine adding parts to the conversation any chance he could, the only thing that had changed was that they were now sitting at the table.
"He hung up on me!" Kurt said outraged.
"Who?" asked Rachel confused.
"Harry" replied Blaine. "Didn't you tell them?"
Kurt waved his hand distractedly, placing a call. "Ron? Are you still with him? Is he... what do you mean he forbid you from taking my calls!"
"He hung up on me too!" Kurt hissed.
"Let me try..."
"Ok, nobody makes another phone call until you fill us in!" ordered Mercedes.
Kurt proceeded to tell them everything about Harry's injury. He also told them how they were thrown out of the room that afternoon, apparently after three days Harry was tired of them hovering around him.
"I can't believe you didn't call us!" immediately complained Mercedes. "When did this happen?"
"Monday" responded Kurt.
"We would have gone to the hospital to visit!" agreed Rachel.
"He was there for a few hours only" explained Blaine. "There were enough people there as it was"
"So, since we cannot return for at least two more hours" said Kurt while staring at his phone. "What crazy thing is going on in McKinley?"
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Harry, he dreaded to say it, was happy because of an American football game. He loved Kurt to pieces, he might not be ready to admit it out loud to anybody, including Ron, but he did. However, Kurt's nursing and constant need to take care of him had stopped being cute after the first day. Blaine was not much better, but he gave him some breathing space at least.
He suspected it had more to do with the fact that they weren't really dating, so he didn't want to cross any lines.
He managed to get rid of them for a few hours on Thursday. He also came to appreciate the Warblers' crazy rehearsals a lot more. He didn't get what the big deal was. It was only a bump in the head, he hadn't even missed classes. Moody still required him to go to practice and help out. Hooch had said it was better if he stayed away from the pitch that week.
He had caught the looks Blaine had been sending them lately. He was pretty sure Blaine had figured out his feelings towards Kurt and was possibly freaking out.
It was surprising actually, with how clueless he could be about some things that he beat Kurt to the punch line. He swallowed trying to get the unease feeling of dread out of his mouth. He should probably talk to Kurt soon.
He was being selfish, he knew, but he wasn't ready to let go yet.
"Go, watch your brother play. See your old friends, have fun" ordered Harry with a smile "I mean it Kurt; I will be fine on my own. It's just the weekend. I'll go back to my old room while you are away."
"I don't have to go" pointed out Blaine.
"Yes you do. Wes assigned you the task of spying their glee club and someone has to keep Kurt entertained."
"It just doesn't feel right to leave you on your own" protested Kurt again. "And I am not a toddler that needs to be amused."
"What would it take to convince you two?" asked Harry with a roll of his eyes.
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"This is so not what I had in mind" said Harry while resting his head against the back of the seat.
"It's perfect! We all go to the game... are you sure you will be ok? Are you dizzy, tired, sleepy? Do you want water?" asked Blaine. Yes, that was him giving breathing space. "It would be like a sleepover! Are you sure your dad won't mind?"
Harry wondered if smashing his head against Kurt's car window would be a bad idea. Also... Sleepover? Seriously? They slept every day in the same bed; did it matter where it was? Actually...
"My dad doesn't mind, neither does Carole, nothing to worry about."
"Hey Kurt, just wondering, where are we going to sleep?"
"On my bed" Kurt said staring at him concernedly from the mirror. "Are you feeling alright? What day is today?"
"Yes, I see how your dad will be thrilled to let your boyfriend sleep in the same bed as his baby boy" said Harry sarcastically "and Friday."
Blaine blinked, realizing the validity of his point. "I don't think he will be too happy letting your gay friend share either."
"First my gay best friend, you don't give yourself enough credit" said Kurt jokingly. "Second, my dad knows I share a dorm with the two of you... and that we share a bed."
"He's ok with that?" asked Harry genuinely puzzled. Burt Hummel might be the most open minded person he knew after all.
"He wasn't very happy, but I told him you make the nightmares go away" explained Kurt trying to sound nonchalant about it. "Believe me, after witnessing some of them, he won't be saying anything... and I didn't tell him any details, but I implied you have experienced similar problems."
Blaine smiled at him, too relieved he wouldn't be sleeping alone to care. Harry mentally started counting all the times Kurt had gone back home and stayed the whole weekend, instead of visiting for the day, since they started sharing a bed. There weren't that many. The only one he could really think of had been Christmas and when he returned he seemed exhausted.
"Do you have nightmares when you sleep alone?" Harry asked softly. "Is that why you don't go to Lima on the weekends anymore?"
"It's kind of silly..." muttered Kurt embarrassed.
"Kurt" Blaine said with a raised eyebrow, he pointed at himself. "I had to take meds to be able to sleep, you are kind of preaching to the choir."
"I used to have a lot of nightmares too" offered Harry. Blaine turned to see him with a surprised face; Kurt kept his eyes on the road. He shrugged. "I learnt how to stop making noises to avoid waking up roommates, and well, you know how easily I wake up."
"Do you mind if I ask?"
For a moment Harry didn't say anything and Kurt worried he had offended him.
"I'll eventually tell you, both of you" he added when he saw Blaine slightly tensing. "But not when we are going to a game."
"You promise?" asked Kurt hopefully.
"I promise…"
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"What the hell is that?" asked Harry staring at what looked, but couldn't possibly be, a cannon.
"It's a cannon" confirmed Kurt with a sigh. "Coach Sylvester wants to use it in her cheerleader performance."
"I see" Harry said and shrugged, having heard all kinds of horror stories about the woman. "Sounds like a good way to get people's attention... and sued..." he stared at the cannon with a very contemplative look. He started to give a step in its direction when both of his shoulders where grabbed firmly and he was pulled back.
"Don't even think about it" hissed Kurt, bitch face in full gear. Blaine had a stern expression on.
"But..." whined Harry looking at the cannon with longing "It sounds kind of fun you know?"
"No we don't know" said Blaine and they both flanked Harry towards the field.
"So you are telling me you aren't even a little tempted to do something like that?" asked Harry, looking at the cannon over his shoulder with a worrying amount of interest.
"No, of course not, are you crazy?" asked Kurt a little too dramatically in Harry's opinion. "Wait here, I see Finn, I'm going to go say hi."
"It looks perfectly safe" insisted Harry after a few seconds of watching Kurt hug his brother. "It can't be worse than some of the stuff I've done."
"What could you have possibly done that can be compared to being shot out of a cannon?" asked Blaine sarcastically.
"To start…" Harry opened his mouth, a long list of things running at the back of his mind and promptly snapped it shut.
"Well?" asked Blaine expectantly.
"There's not a single item on my list that won't get me into trouble with Kurt… or the law, which would make you an accessory to whatever it is that I might or might not have done, so I am just going to quietly pretend I've led a very boring life so far" decided Harry and no amount of poking from Blaine could get him to say another word.
Kurt returned then, his smile a little strained.
Harry started walking normally. His hand grabbing his boyfriend's when he felt him tense the further they walked into the school. For one second Kurt seemed unsure about returning the gesture, but Harry squeezed, stubbornly tugging him closer, making the countertenor relent and close the space between them.
Carole waved at them enthusiastically from where they had saved seats. Burt had his arms crossed and his 'you are the punk corrupting my little baby boy' look on. In the back of his mind Harry acknowledged he was supposed to be scared, and rightfully so, considering Burt was the text book description of a protective parent. Harry still grinned and waved at Carole back with his free hand.
"Please don't be scared away by my father" said Kurt immediately after seeing his father's attitude.
"Kurt, I already met your father. I have the utmost respect for him and his gunshot, but I know he's like a huge teddy bear in the inside" Harry said easily. Blaine stared at him, at Burt from the corner of his eye and turned to Kurt incredulous.
"Sometimes I really think you aren't scared of anything" said Kurt with a sigh.
"I figured your dad won't kill me as long as you don't want to kill me" said Harry with an easy grin. "I just have to keep you happy, which is one of my goals already, so see? No conflict of interests."
Kurt stared at him with eyes that positively beamed at his words. A wide smile completed the look. He leaned forwards and kissed Harry's cheek. Blaine politely looked away.
"Could you at least pretend? It would make his day" said Kurt while they moved to climb the stands.
"Sure thing, by the time we reach his side I'll be trembling in my shoes..."
Blaine and Kurt laughed at his over the top scared face.
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"He seems happy" commented Carole as she discreetly watched Kurt interacting with his boyfriend.
Burt grunted, eyeing them like a hawk. "I don't like him"
"Honey, really?" Carole asked incredulously. "What is not to like? He even has a British accent!" she gushed and waved when they were close enough. The boy in question waved back with a smile.
The other boy looked completely unthreatening and he was scared of Burt, which was always a plus. He had briefly seen Kurt and Blaine interact with each other and Burt could be sure that things would have gone a lot slower between the two of them; at least compared to Harry. While he was sure Harry wouldn't pressure Kurt, his attitude was so confident about everything, that if fed Kurt's own confidence.
Normally, he would be all for Kurt being more confident and secure in himself. However he had the chance to speak with the boy when he and Kurt exchanged gifts. Harry had been open about having more experience than Kurt, promising not to ever go beyond what Kurt was comfortable with and that was the issue.
Harry might not be pressuring him towards anything, but he was unconsciously pulling him in. When two people were inexperienced then taking every step was a struggle, when one had experience it was easier to trust them to lead the way.
He hadn't missed how careful his wording had been.
I will never go beyond what Kurt feels comfortable with.
And Kurt was too comfortable with this kid for that statement to be reassuring. It was a double edged sword. He made Kurt feel confident and cherished, which Burt was all for, but he also turned Kurt into a teenage boy, which turns out wasn't that fun to deal with. Blaine and Kurt looked to be on the same level of experience, a level that Harry had long ago left behind if the way he talked was to be believed. And Burt believed him, because who would have voluntarily confessed something like that to their boyfriend's dad?
Sure, the kid got credit for being honest, but it was very annoying. He should be fumbling and fidgeting any time Burt was in his presence. God knows he had been a horrible mess when he was dating Elizabeth. The kid was too damn sure of himself and it bugged the hell out of him.
"Why couldn't Kurt date his short friend?" complained Burt out loud. He looked properly concerned about Burt's scowl. That showed manners.
"Blaine?" asked Carole now puzzled, she laughed. "Are you saying this because Harry is taller than Kurt?"
"And stronger!" grumbled Burt. "And he's not afraid of me."
Carole laughed. "You brought this on yourself" she said patting his arm.
"How did I bring this on myself!" he asked agitated.
"Well, you did say to Kurt he had to wait for somebody brave enough for him, he obviously took your advice to heart. Harry has to be one of the most confident and... look at that."
Burt turned immediately, catching an exasperatedly amused Kurt and an incredulous Blaine. Then Harry said something and Kurt's demeanor seemed to change radically. He stared in a sort of awe at the taller boy and smiled. Burt could swear his heart stopped beating for a second. It had been a while since he had seen his son smile like that, a really long time. He leaned over and gave a kiss on the cheek to the boy, who stared at Kurt with loving eyes.
"Aw... The camera! I should have taken a picture of that!" Carole started to rummage through her massive bag in search of the elusive camera.
His son said something and his... boyfriend made a funny face that had Kurt and his friend laughing in delight. Blaine climbed in first, while Harry let go of Kurt's hand and placed it on the small of his back, guiding him. Burt scowled. The nerve of that kid, Kurt would turn around any second now and give him one of those icy looks, probably rant a little too. His son had taken after him in that department; neither was all that comfortable with showing affection through physical contact and Kurt was fiercely independent. The action was bound to get an earful.
He stared at his son's face. He had a small smile, his cheeks were slightly red, his eyes shining. Kurt moved them attempting to look over his shoulder, but without turning his head, making the action futile. He still seemed to find something that made him gush to himself, apparently trying to conceal his happiness and lost to everything around him.
He was too perfect. Burt didn't like that. He remembered the first car that had been taken to his shop. On the outside it had been a beauty, perfect paint job, clean and new leather, but the engine had been a horrible nightmare. Being so good in paper, Burt didn't want to try and imagine the mess Harry could be on the inside.
He turned his attention back to the boy in question, who was giving quick glances around, while still keeping part of his focus on Kurt. Burt wondered if the guy was embarrassed and was trying to see if somebody was looking at them. Finally! He thought to himself, a valid reason for him to argue with Carole.
Harry's eyes fixed on a spot and he followed. A man around Burt's age sneered as they passed him by, he opened his mouth to say something and Harry changed immediately. His eyes, which a moment ago had stared at Kurt warmly, were now completely cold, the color even changing to an intense, unsettling, acid green, a term he had heard Kurt use before and hadn't understood until now.
The man was even more taken aback than he was and couldn't break contact with the teen. Harry moved closer to Kurt, shielding him away from view. His whole body had tensed and was alert, ready to jump in defense. He glared without blinking, clearly challenging him; daring him to say what he had to say. The man turned to the field, cowed by the intensity of the boy's eyes.
Kurt said something, looking over his shoulder and Harry was already smiling at him, as if nothing had happened, just like that, he changed looks faster than a snap of his fingers. The whole thing lasted less than 4 seconds but it was clear that Harry was looking around to ensure nobody would catch them by surprise. He was looking after his son and doing a good job at it.
Well damn, he was starting to like the kid.
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Blaine stood to the side to let Kurt go in first.
"Hi Carole! Dad" Kurt said moving to hug his step mother and father.
"Oh honey, we miss you like crazy already" said the woman hugging Kurt tightly, his dad not too far behind.
"Carole, looking lovely as always" praised Harry with a charming smile. Carole laughed.
"Oh Kurt, this one's a keeper" she said to her step son with a conspiring air. "He says the nicest things. Hi Blaine, glad you could make it" she added with a still friendly smile, which Blaine returned with a smile of his own.
"Mr. Hummel" said Harry extending his arms and with a slightly more serious air.
Burt rolled his eyes. "Call me Burt, Kurt tells me you got a nasty hit in your game..."
His son had called him, asking if he knew anything about concussions and milking all the knowledge he had on sports injuries. He then had called Finn, who had been sitting next to him and finally Carole once she was back home.
By the searching looks he kept sending Harry and the resigned air the boy had, Burt suddenly felt a strange camaraderie with the kid. He knew what it was like for Kurt to go into nurse mode around him. It had been cute when he was 9, but it stopped being cute a while ago and it had never been pleasant.
"Are you feeling alright?" asked Kurt touching Harry's forehead.
"Yes I feel alright" said Harry dutifully.
"Are you sure?" asked Blaine on his other side.
"As sure as I was 3 seconds ago when I answered" carried on Harry. Burt met Harry's eyes and gave him a smile of understanding the boy matched. Maybe, maybe, he could learn to like the boy. Even if he didn't have the decency to be scared around him and let him enjoy playing the scary dad like he always wanted to.
IIIII
All in all the night was very entertaining. From the game played with female players, to the zombie act and going all the way to the bizarre way to score their last point. Kurt had looked very relaxed, surrounded by people from his old school. However all the noise was starting to get to Harry, his head was hurting and his ankle was not far behind. He didn't say anything, aware of how much Kurt and Blaine were enjoying themselves and how for the first time since his injury they had forgotten to ask him how he was.
Blaine turned to him excitedly when they announced who won and his smile froze for a second. "Are you feeling ok?" he asked.
"Don't worry" Harry dismissed it with a grin. "I'm fine, really" he felt the need to add when Blaine frowned.
Kurt must have sensed that something was not right, because he turned and saw Blaine inspecting Harry, which immediately snapped him into attention. He was looking a little pale and had an uncomfortable air, like if he was straining himself not to show he was tired or hurting.
"We should probably go home" decided Kurt, turning to his dad.
"Don't you want to see your friends?" asked Burt surprised. Kurt not so subtly gave another look to Harry, who kept awkwardly trying to distract Blaine. "Alright, we'll be right behind you, after we congratulate Finn" he said, noticing that Harry was avoiding putting any weight into his injured ankle.
Harry convinced his boyfriend to go congratulate his friends, while Blaine accompanied him to the car. He rested against the hood with a relieved huff.
"You should have told us you were in pain" Blaine admonished him.
"Then you would have spent the game paying attention to me, which granted is not that much of a chore" said Harry batting his eyelashes and making Blaine roll his eyes with a smile. "I'm fine Blaine, really. I'll take the pain stuff and go straight to bed."
True to his word, once inside the Hummel-Hudson residence, Harry took a quick shower, his pain medication and was completely out by the time Burt and Carole arrived.
"Are you sure he's ok?" asked Carole throwing a look upstairs where Harry was sleeping.
"He's fine, he just tends to push himself farther than he should" said Kurt drying the dishes, while Blaine helped clear the table.
"Did you give him something to eat before his medication?" asked Carole, making both boys pause and look at each other. She smiled at their panicking expressions. "Here, I'll make him a sandwich"
"Don't worry about it" Kurt said. "He's not going to wake up, not even for food."
"He likes his sleep more than his stomach" agreed Blaine.
"We'll just make sure to give him a big breakfast tomorrow then" said Carole.
They stayed awake for a while longer, Kurt doing most of the talking with Blaine pitching in every few sentences. His dad was happy to have him back, so happy that he made no comments when Kurt and Blaine retired to bed. In a gesture of good will, Kurt decided to leave the door open without being asked to.
Burt stretched from the couch. Carole had gone to sleep earlier, but not before making him promise to wait for Finn. He had arrived sober thankfully.
"So, who did you have the party with?" asked Burt while they both climbed the stairs.
"Glee club dinner at Breadstix and then party at one of the guys" said Finn with a yawn. He stumbled up the stairs and closed his door not too gently. Burt shook his head and stared at Kurt's open door.
He approached not knowing what to expect. Kurt told him he shared a dorm with Blaine and Harry. He had been less than happy to know that his son was sharing a dorm with his boyfriend and was ready to call the school and tell them exactly what he thought about it, when Kurt had confessed he had nightmares. Kurt's nightmares were a familiar occurrence since his mother died. Thankfully, the older he grew the less he had them, until he came out. Kurt had never acknowledged his nightmares, not even as a child.
Kurt had stared at the floor with a resigned tone as he confessed to his dad that his boyfriend made the nightmares go away. It worried Burt that his baby boy was sharing a bed with his boyfriend, but Kurt was quick to reassure him that he wasn't ready to be with Harry in that way. The way he whispered and stammered around the issue comforted Burt somehow. In that moment he decided he had to give Kurt the talk.
Thankfully he had researched things himself and had no questions about the mechanical part. His son had obviously been uncomfortable but made no comments to protest when they sat down.
Burt would have preferred if his son had been trying to get away instead of quietly sitting down, wanting to listen. It meant even in the back of his mind, that he was thinking about it. Hell, he had researched about it and he knew his kid. Kurt wouldn't have the initiative to do it unless he felt he had a reason to. It was hard to hold onto the feeling of acceptance towards Harry when these things came together in his mind.
Strangely enough, when he added that Blaine also shared the bed for similar reasons, it comforted Burt. They wouldn't be doing anything with Blaine close by. While his eyes adjusted to the darkness he heard Kurt whimper in distress. Harry, who had been sleeping on his front side, groggily raised his head. He turned around clumsily, obviously still under the influence of the pain killer and used an arm to bring Kurt to his side.
Kurt shifted immediately, the action familiar enough he didn't wake up. His troubled face cleared and he made a content noise of approval. Harry was asleep already, an arm protectively around Kurt, the other one behind his head. Burt smiled and closed the door slightly. Then things like that happened and he reluctantly added another point in the boy's favor. Damn him.
Sensing the change of position Blaine turned and moved closer to Harry to use him as a pillow without fully waking. He nuzzled his cheek against the shoulder on his side until Harry's arm dropped to hold him.
IIIII
A few days passed with nothing interesting happening. They returned to Dalton, Harry's head was given the all clear, but he was banned from doing any exercise because of his ankle. He was far from amused. He spent a day sulking, ignoring everybody, well... almost.
"You my Lord, are being ridiculous" said Kurt entering the room.
Harry put his book down and raised an eyebrow. He was sitting on the ratty couch at his old room, while all the Weasleys were at their respective practices.
"I'm bored and I have too much energy, but nothing to do" pouted Harry, while Kurt, in a far more daring move that he had ever done, suddenly sat on his lap.
"I think I might have something for you to do" whispered Kurt against his ear, his hands moving to fix Harry's collar.
"Mmm" mumbled Harry, grabbing Kurt's hips. "Would this mysterious activity involve a lot of movement? 'Cause I've been advised by my doctor to rest as much as possible."
"Well, in that case you should be in bed, don't you think?"
Moving in with Blaine had posed a new problem to their relationship. Before, they had been able to sneak into one of their rooms for some alone/make out time without feeling any guilt. Now that they shared a room and a bed with Blaine, some unspoken boundaries had been set. They made use of the bunk bed occasionally, but it wasn't a perfect solution since neither wanted to lock Blaine out or do anything without locking the door. Luckily Harry didn't have such reserves regarding his old room.
Kurt stood up and Harry followed his example. He smirked and grabbed Kurt's face gently, kissing him and pressing their bodies together as they moved towards the bed. Knowing how uneasy and jumpy Kurt could be sometimes, Harry went in first, allowing his boyfriend to rest over him and gain confidence in the control he had given him. He could tell that the Warbler was both scared and satisfied with the position.
Harry kept control of the kiss and his hands moved to rest on Kurt's back and neck, but didn't try to pull him closer or move things to a different level. Kurt separated slowly, with a slight frown.
"I like it more the other way around" he declared with an expectant look on his face.
"Why?" asked Harry lightly kissing his neck.
"I like having your weight over me" mumbled Kurt slightly embarrassed. "And I... I feel safer, I dunno, I just like it more"
"Fair enough" Harry smiled and in a quick maneuver, he had Kurt under him.
"Better" said Kurt, hands moving to grab Harry's hair and pull him closer.
"Glad you think so" mumbled Harry, leaning forwards with the pull to kiss him again. "You tell me when to stop, ok?"
"Ok" agreed Kurt.
They spent the afternoon lazily kissing each other. At some point Harry moved his hand under Kurt's shirt, to rest at the small of his back, but didn't move further. Kurt had tensed when he felt the skin on skin contact, and even as he relaxed, the pressure of the hand remained at the back of his head. It was a nice feeling, especially because he didn't have to worry that Harry would try to move the hand anywhere he wasn't ready to be touched.
It was great to have a boyfriend he could trust.
IIIII
Kurt was very frustrated with his boyfriend. After they had returned from the game, Harry seemed to have reached the end of his rope as far as caring could go and now made a point of disappearing if Kurt or Blaine showed the slight inclination to inquire about his health. However, he was unashamedly always around when Kurt wanted to start a make out session.
He and Blaine were currently trying to hunt him down to force him to bed, rest and check his injury to make sure the stitches were infection free.
"There he is" Blaine said relieved. Harry was laying on the grass with his head on Hermione's lap, she was distractedly playing with his hair while reading a book. Ron was comfortably stretched out, his head on Harry's stomach and he seemed to be talking constantly, Harry making a few vague noises here and there.
"If you want him to stay still you need to do what Hermione's doing" said Fred appearing behind them and smirking.
"That would have been useful to know earlier" said Kurt with a snappy tone. He was happy Harry had friends that were as amazing as Ron and Hermione, but he wanted to be the one Harry depended on, the one who he lowered his guard with and it was clear he wasn't that person.
As if reading his mind George spoke next.
"They are more than his friends you know?" he asked in a calm voice. "That's Harry's family, Ron and Hermione... and then us of course, but those two? Those two play the role of mom and dad, brother and sister, best friends and confidents… when they met, instantly they all latched to each other."
"Just give him some time Kurt, he's not used to opening up" Fred said patting his back. "He only opened to me and George because he was in a vulnerable place and Ron and Hermione weren't available…"
"He was also drunk… very, very drunk" reminded him George.
"That helped" said Fred with a nod. Kurt sighed and Blaine gave him a sympathetic look.
"For what's worth, you've been doing a good job taking care of him so far" George said cheerfully.
"We lost him after the first two hours; the next thing we know Hermione is screaming because he and Luna escaped to go do bungee jumping in a different state… there's a video somewhere" said Fred with a shiver.
"Oh, that's nothing, remember when Katie lost him and we didn't hear from him and Luna for the whole weekend and when they came back they had both died their hair green and were temporarily deaf?"
"Or the time he and Luna decided to free a whale…" said Fred.
"The scary part is that they did it" laughed George.
"They didn't free a whale" said Blaine with a roll of his eyes.
"Oh Blainers" said Fred fondly.
"So innocent" added George.
"Believe what you want" they said at the same time.
"Wanna go terrorize Oliver?" asked George picking up a bag.
"Oliver?" asked Kurt confused.
"Yeah, he's the one that let Harry keep playing even when his ankle was already hurting" said Fred picking his own bag, which made a few rattling noises.
"He also told Harry to get the goal or die trying, and we wanted to show our appreciation for the sentiment…" George smirked in an evil manner.
"I think we'll pass" said Kurt. "I'll have a talk of my own with Oliver later on" Blaine looked at his friend's scary expression and shivered.
The twins laughed. "You might also like to mention how inappropriate is for him to proposition sex as a motivational tool in the middle of the game" called out one of them and Blaine took a step away from Kurt instinctively.
"Do you really think they freed a whale?" asked Blaine, just before Kurt turned around and marched decisively back to their room.
IIIII
Kurt made no comments when Harry entered the room. He sat on the bed, kicking his shoes under the bunk bed and he decided to attack. Blaine watched the proceedings intrigued. He walked towards him and raised his hand, treading it through his boyfriend's soft and silky hair. Slowly he extended and flexed his fingers, massaging his scalp gently. Harry closed his eyes with a pleased noise and leaned towards him.
Blaine met Kurt's eyes with an amused smile.
Harry was fucking adorable.
Five minutes later, Kurt was leaning with his back against the headboard; his boyfriend was resting his head on his lap, just over a conveniently placed pillow. His arms came around Kurt's waist, keeping him close in a tight grip and making the occasional pleased noise when Kurt hit the right spots.
"Harry?" asked Kurt.
"Mmmm?"
"You need to take your medication now" said Kurt wondering if this would snap Harry out of his almost comatose state.
"Ok" agreed Harry easily, cuddling closer.
Blaine and Kurt looked at each other in surprise. It would have been nice for somebody to tell them that this was all it took to stop him from sulking around and being difficult. As a matter of fact, fussing over Harry was a lot easier when he was in this state.
He actually seemed to enjoy being fussed over.
Kurt wondered what else he could get Harry to do with this new found power.
IIIII
Hermione waited until Harry was alone before approaching him in the library. She had that scary smile that meant she was planning something.
Harry stared at her as she explained her plan. He tried to get away from it, he fought as much as he could, he put his foot down and was ready to storm out, until she pulled her final card. She grabbed his hand, stared at him and said.
"Please... as my friend, can you do this for me?"
"I hate you, you bitch..." Harry said narrowing his eyes at her pleased smile.
- End Chapter 14 -
Forgot to tell you all, in case you are not one of the people following me on Tumbr, if you are curious how Harry sounds, go to youtube and look for Charlie Simpson (Down, down, down song) and that's how sexy and British and smooth and fucking hot Harry sounds.
Also, Kurt's brooches from last episodes are in my tumblr if you wanna see them.
All the best,
SweetCaroline91
PS: Sorry if I haven't answered your review/prompt, but things had been kind of crazy and I'm giving priority to updating.