AN/ Here I am again! I'm so pleased that so many people don't think that I suck. You guys are awesome, but if you keep touching my ego with your dirty hands then i'll be forced to report you to the proper authorities.
This chapter takes place a couple of weeks after Harry's first day. Sectionals is fast approaching, along with many of the more entertaining series moments, such as Rachel's party. If anyone has any fun ideas or requests of what they'd like to see, then feel free to ask and i'll see about working it in.
The poll remains open, so keep on voting! xx
Football practice was a serious bitch ever since coach Beiste had taken over. It was cool that they were actually winning and shit, but the amount of work they had to put into it was way more than they were used to. At least it was a good work out though. Puck was looking forward to a scalding hot shower to soothe his now aching muscles. Thank god practice had been cut short, because the sprinklers on the football field had malfunctioned. He could get home early and take a nap.
As the water from the shower stool reached optimum temperature and steam filled the air, Puck stepped into the spray. It was hot enough to be almost uncomfortable, but he could really care less. The teenager released a small sigh as the heat soaked slowly into his body, warming him to the bone. He idly noticed that the sounds of his rowdy team mates had stopped, but assumed that they had probably left.
''Outstanding.''
Puck jumped at the sudden voice, sounding directly behind him. He stumbled, but managed to avoid slipping on the slick tiles beneath him. He whipped round, ready to lay a beat down on the idiot that almost killed him. He paused however when he realised just who it was, and what they were wearing.
''Hello Noah!'' Harry chirped brightly, his eyes shamelessly scanning the larger boy's wet, naked form. Puck mentally sighed. He really needed to get that boy a bell, he was like a fucking ninja.
''Harry? Is there a reason why you're watching me shower?'' Puck inquired. Not that he cared ofcourse, he was way to confident about his hotness to be embarrassed. And after the last few weeks he'd gotten used to the fact that the Brit had absolutely no boundaries.
Harry paused at the question, clearly considering whether he did indeed have a reason, other than to watch Puck washing himself. That was another thing about Harry, he was one of the most overtly sexual people that Puck had ever met. He was pretty much Santana with a penis and a hot accent.
''I am here with a purpose...unfortunately.'' The boy finally admitted. Puck smirked at the response and made sure to flex a little, just to be a tease. He paused however when he realised that his team mates weren't just silent, they were all gone.
''Where the hell is everyone?'' Puck wondered curiously, not seeing any of the other football players.
''I had them leave us.'' Harry answered him. The jock looked at him in amusement. Unlike the rest of New Directions, Puck had quickly learned not to question how the green eyed boy did the things that he did. It was best to just accept it. Actually...
''You wouldn't know anything about why the sprinkler system went off during practice, would you?'' Puck wondered.
''If you're implying that I tampered with the system, then you are very much mistaken!'' Harry denied, bristling in offence. Puck felt slightly guilty at his insinuation. He knew what it was like to be blamed for things by default, because people just assumed.
''Tampering implies that I intentionally modified it. But I had no idea what I was doing, so I just wailed on it with a crowbar until it went off.'' And with that statement Puck's guilt completely vanished.
''And you sabotaged our practice because?'' The taller boy probed.
''Because I wished to speak with you immediately.'' Harry informed him, as though it should be obvious.
''Did you ever think of, I don't know, trying coach Beiste?'' Puck teased him.
''Don't be stupid Noah, ofcourse I considered it!'' Harry snapped. ''But if I'd started beating that she-male with a crowbar, then everyone would have seen me.''
''I meant, did you try asking her if you could speak to me?'' Puck clarified, eyeing the shorter boy sceptically.
It was times like this that made Puck really curious about Harry. Despite the fact that he was charismatic, he also seemed to completely lack the ability to determine what was considered socially acceptable. Some people seemed to find it funny, and Puck did too on occasion, but it also gave him the feeling that the dark haired boy might actually have serious issues. He seemed so confident and sure of himself when he was doing something, that most people seemed to miss the fact that his actions screamed 'Damaged'. Puck made a mental note to find out more about his new friend, because Harry was kind of amazing and maybe just a little bit hot, in a non gay way. Maybe Santana knew something?
''So, what did you want to talk about?'' Puck asked him, changing the conversation.
''I need to know where Lurch is. Despite the fact that he's so heinously tall, I can't seem to find him anywhere.'' Harry told him. Puck absently wondered why he was looking for Finn, but decided it was probably best not to ask.
''I don't know dude. He left about ten minutes ago. Said he had stuff to do.'' He explained. Harry pouted slightly at the response, looking kind adorable, even though there was nothing about the boy that could ever be called cute, sweet or girly.
''Hmm, it seems that i'll need to find him the old fashioned way.'' Harry groused, leaning casually against the shower wall and making no move to leave.
''You're actually going to stand there and watch me shower aren't you?'' Puck observed with amusement.
''Yep. I'd join you, but i'm pretty sure you couldn't handle it.'' Harry replied, accepting the other boy's comment. Puck chuckled.
''You have no shame do you?'' The taller boy retorted, as he began soaping himself up.
''Nope. I thought I did once, but it turns out that I was just trashed from drinking too much mouth wash.'' Harry recalled, looking vaguely disturbed by the memory. ''Those poor zoo keepers.'' He muttered.
''What did you say?'' Puck blurted, turning back to face him.
''Nothing!'' Harry quickly assured him. ''Anyway, I really should be going now. I told Satan that I'd meet her in the parking lot.'' He then extracted his phone and pointed it in Puck's direction. A flash went off and the boy swiftly stuffed the device back into his pocket.
''Dude, did you just take a picture of me naked?!'' Puck demanded.
''Don't be silly Noah, look at all the water you're wearing.'' Harry pointed out sweetly. The other boy then turned to leave, but the sight that Puck found himself presented with forced him to ask one more question.
''Dude, why are you wearing a Cheerios uniform?'' Puck demanded, staring at his tightly clad behind.
''Because i'm the new captain.'' Harry called back at him.
''I thought Quinn was the captain?'' Puck asked curiously. The dark haired boy paused, looking back at him thoughtfully.
''Hmm good point, I'd better go take care of that. Thanks Puck!'' Harry trilled happily.
Puck smiled as he watched him go. That uniform should be fucking illegal, it was confusing Puckasaurus. He was glad that he could help Harry out though. Hopefully he found Quinn and took care of things soon...wait a second. Pucks eyes widened.
''Harry!'' He bellowed, charging after the other boy and completely forgetting his state of undress.
Dalton Academy was one of the finest private schools in the country. A place of equality, maturity and sophistication, with high academic standards. The staff were professional, the students were well mannered and the campus was awe inspiring. It was a typical Wednesday at Dalton. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, a gentle breeze whispered softly through the tree tops, and someone was screaming in abject terror.
Finn Hudson was running like the hounds of hell were after him, although given who he was fleeing from that might actually be in the literal sense. The last two weeks had been like living in the twilight zone, except without sparkly vampires. Or maybe that was the wrong twilight zone, but he didn't really care all that much. Everything had started changing from the moment they'd first heard Harry singing in the auditorium. After hearing his performance, everyone had enthusiastically welcomed the new boy into the glee club.
Things were great for a while after that. Everybody loved Harry, he was smart, funny, a great dancer, fantastic singer and phenomenal gymnast. He was handsome, he was charming and ofcourse he was pure undiluted evil. Although no one seemed to notice that part except for Finn and Rachel, but he suspected that Rachel only detested the dark haired boy because he'd gotten so many solo opportunities since joining. All of the others seemed to worship the ground the British student walked on. He did dance routines with Mike and Brittany, talked Sci-Fi and gaming with Artie and Sam, and he seemed to have hypnotised the rest of the girls into being his mind slaves. The worst were Puck and Santana. If Finn didn't know better, then he'd think that Puck liked the guy. Like liked him. And it didn't help that Harry seemed to flirt with everyone, including Mr Schue! Were people even allowed to do that? He was cool with gay dudes and everything, but were you allowed to like guys whilst still liking girls? Finn wasn't sure.
Anyway, by far the worst thing about Harry being in glee club wasn't that everyone seemed to like him better, or that he got so many solos. It was the effect that he had on Santana. The cheerleader had always been an evil bitch, but when she was around the green eyed boy their collective nastiness seemed to double and then double again. They were like evil squared or something. The two of them were always together, and according to the gossip mill they were actually dating. Rumour has it that they'd been busted by the cops having a three way with a waitress in the Breadstix parking lot, without a car!
Then there was the incident where Rachel had sent him to a crack house, just like she did to Sunshine. Everyone had been super pissed off at her the next day, but then they caught the news segment saying that the crack house had been burned to the ground and the drug addicts that resided there had been found beaten and hog tied on the pavement, with the words 'Rachel Berry must die' written on their shaved heads in pigs blood.
The guy was obviously crazy, but everyone just acted like it was completely normal. And now he was after Finn, to do terrible things to him. Hence why the tall teen had chosen to come and hide out at Dalton. Harry would never find him here, and he could visit Kurt so it was win win. He hadn't spent much time with his new little bro lately. Finn had driven here as fast as he could, straight from McKinley, and the receptionist told him that classes had just finished for the day. Kurt was apparently practising with the Warblers right now, but Finn didn't think they'd mind if he dropped by as he wasn't spying or anything.
Hopefully he'd be safe here.
The Dalton Academy Warblers were in a council session, enjoying the peaceful atmosphere and using the afternoon to agree on their final set list for their upcoming sectionals. Wesley, one of the members of the glee club council, was just about to make an announcement when the screaming started. Glancing at one another in concern, several warblers rose from their seats to check on the source of the commotion. However the double doors of the room burst open before they could reach them, and an extremely tall boy stumbled clumsily into the room. He glanced around, frantically searching the ranks of the glee club, his eyes wide with terror. His eyes stopped on a single person before he abruptly threw himself at the boy's feet. Kurt Hummel gazed down at the boy, with a look of surprise and suspicion on his face.
''Finn Hudson, what on earth are you doing here?'' He demanded of his step brother, who was attempting to hide behind his legs. Finn looked up at him with fearful brown eyes.
''You gotta help me Kurtie! I don't think that they followed me, but I think they can like track my scent or something!'' He begged, clutching desperately at the other boy's blazer. Kurt's eyes narrowed at the utterance of his despised nickname, and turned absolutely murderous as his brother began pawing at his neatly pressed uniform.
Wrenching the other boys hands from his clothing the fashionista prepared to give the larger teen a severe tongue lashing. He was interrupted by his current crush however.
''Um, Kurt what's going on?'' Blaine queried. The dark haired warbler was eyeing Finn with suspicion, along with several other members of the group, though most just looked confused by the boy's sudden appearance.
Kurt mentally groaned. No doubt something crazy and New Directions related was about to occur. And in front of his new friends and the object of his affections no less! Clearly transferring to Dalton wasn't enough to escape the madness. Shooting a brief look of apology to his fellow warblers, Kurt braced himself for whatever insanity his step brother was about to come out with.
''Okay Finn.'' He began gently. ''What's wrong? Shouldn't you be at football practice about now?''
Finn opened his mouth to respond, seeming slightly calmer as Kurt began gently petting his hair. Whatever he was about to say though, was cut off as someone else decided to speak up.
''Yes Finn.'' The voice drawled. ''We wouldn't want to miss your pathetic attempts at athleticism, would we?''
The football player froze, his face growing pale. His head snapped around to face the room's only entrance, with everybody else following his gaze. They were all suitably baffled to find that no one was there.
''I'm in front of you, gleetards.''
The rooms occupants jumped in shock, with several boys crying out in fright. Sitting amongst them, as though he'd been there all along, was an unfamiliar boy. A rather good looking unfamiliar boy. Beside him was a girl, but her Kurt at least was familiar with. The two warblers who were seated on either side of the strangers let out girlish shrieks of surprise and leapt away from them. Nick and Jeff were wondering how two people had gotten in the middle of them, without them even noticing, and how long they'd been sat there.
The dark haired boy raised an eyebrow at their reactions, his lips curling in amusement. Finn was completely gob smacked, the fear that he'd displayed was now absent in place of his bafflement.
''How long have you two been here? I left McKinley before you did!'' The taller boy insisted, jumping up from his place at Kurt's feet.
Harry shrugged non-committally. ''I'm not sure, I'd say about an hour or so.'' He replied, glancing at Santana for confirmation.
Blaine absently noticed that the yummy stranger had a yummy accent, but more important was the fact that he recognised him. He just wasn't sure where he'd seen him before. Finn's brain sputtered, as he attempted to calculate.
''It's an hour drive to get here, how did you leave after me and yet get here an hour earlier than I did?'' He demanded.
The green eyed boy rose gracefully to his feet, looking supremely unconcerned about all of the eyes watching him.
''Please Hudson, the laws of time and space are for lesser mortals to follow, not those such as we.'' He sneered, waving a dismissive hand.
''Damn right Potter, the universe is totally our bitch.'' Santana agreed, as she thoroughly inspected a terrified looking Jeff.
''Wait...if you've been here for that long, then that means that you've been sat there in plain sight since the meeting started, how the hell did we not notice you?'' David wondered incredulously from his seat at the council table.
''Duh, we're in disguise.'' Harry pointed out mockingly, as he indicated the sun glasses that they were both wearing.
''That doesn't make any sense! I don't think that a pair of shades would make a difference.'' Nick blurted out, with his confusion mirrored on the faces of his team mates.
''Well fortunately your opinions are much like your glee clubs harmonies, irrelevant and a general waste of oxygen.'' Harry retorted scathingly, much to the offence of the warblers.
Kurt sighed in annoyance. He knew things were going to get crazy, but apparently there was a new element of insanity in the mix. Though at least he was nice to look at. His exhalation caused Santana to notice him for the first time.
''Porcelain? This is your school?'' She asked, looking around the room in surprise. ''I figured that we'd broken into a museum or something.''
''Your parents named you Porcelain? That's like begging you to be a drag queen.'' Harry said, looking at Kurt as though expecting him to put on a cocktail dress and start dancing.
''I'm Kurt!'' The pale boy snapped.
''You certainly are. That's okay though, i'm violent.'' Harry told him.
''No! My. Name. Is. Kurt.'' The counter-tenor ground out.
''Good to know.'' Harry replied, absently inspecting the hem of his shirt. Kurt abruptly realised that the boy was wearing a Cheerios uniform.
''Hold on a second, did you say that you broke in?!'' Wesley demanded, butting into the madness. Apparently the senior councilmen had gotten over his surprise at the sudden interruptions to their club meeting.
''No worries, the campus security guards should recover in a few days...at least in the physical sense.'' Harry reassured him. Those present gaped at the pair in horror, meanwhile Santana commenced filing her nails from her new seat on an awkward Jeff's lap.
''Anyhow, where are my manners? My name is Harry James Potter, those of you that fall into my good graces will come to know me as Harry. Those that do not, will also come to know me as Harry...you'll just be pronouncing it without any tongues.'' The boy introduced himself, causing people to shift away from him uneasily. He looked around at them all in curiosity.
''Wow, I haven't been surrounded by this many men in uniforms since I fell into that orgy in St Louis.'' He observed.
''I didn't know that...wait a second, how the fuck does someone 'fall' into an orgy?'' Santana demanded, staring at him in befuddlement. Harry shrugged.
''It's not my fault that the rooftops in that city are too flimsy for high speed chases!'' He snapped defensively, running a hand through his thoroughly messy hair.
Blaine's eyes widened in a sudden realisation, as he observed the action. ''Hey wait, I know where I recognize you from! You were in this months Vogue!'' He exclaimed. Kurt's head whipped round in shock.
''You have this months Vogue already? And you didn't show me?'' He growled. Blaine smiled sheepishly.
''Um, I forgot?'' The boy murmured apologetically, before turning back to Harry excitedly. Jeff perked up from his position beneath Santana, who was now running her talons through his hair.
''Is that the picture that you won't stop staring at, and you stuck to the wall next to your bed?'' He wondered. Blaine suddenly stiffened, a light blush colouring his face.
''Why did you stick it by your bed?'' Kurt inquired, wondering why anyone would desecrate a copy of Vogue by tearing a page out of it. Blaine blushed even harder, turning a bright crimson.
''Oh...oh!'' Kurt mumbled in scandalised realisation. He turned an accusing gaze on the mysterious 'Harry', furious not only that the boy had been in the bible of fashion magazines but that he'd apparently caused Blaine to do...that!
''Wanky!'' Santana proclaimed, watching the unfolding drama in delight.
''In this case literally.'' Harry agreed, eyeing the embarrassed Blaine in amusement. He stepped up next to the other boy and placed a hand on his shoulder, rubbing it soothingly.
''Don't be ashamed!'' Harry cooed, making his stroking slightly more inappropriate and ignoring Kurt's burning gaze. ''It's perfectly natural to masturbate, especially when you're thinking about me.''
''Amen brother.'' Santana chipped in agreeably. Harry scoffed at her, not seeming to notice that his hands had slid inside Blaine's blazer.
''Bitch please, the vegetable section at the grocery store makes you want to get yourself off.'' He jabbed. Santana slid off of Jeff's lap, with a fierce glare on her face.
''You're one to talk, if you were anymore of a dick then you'd be sucking yourself.'' She retorted, as she began circling him in a distinctly shark like manner. Harry watched her warily.
''Have you ever considered swallowing some of that makeup you slathered on your face? Maybe it'd make you beautiful on the inside, or at least seal your air hole closed to shut you up.'' He shot back at her. The girl stiffened, narrowing her eyes at her companion.
''Fuck your mum, oh wait your mum's dead.'' Santana snarled. Everyone gasped at that insult, looking between the two in sympathy and chastisement. Finn and Kurt were especially horrified. Both had lost a parent before and knew how painful it was, but Harry just flipped the girl off.
''Whatever, just because your parents don't love you doesn't mean you have to sass the deceased. Your birth certificate is an apology letter from a condom factory, just accept it and move on.'' He sneered.
''That's your opinion. I'd like to share it, but I don't think that I can get my head that far up my own ass.'' Santana sniped. Harry smirked at her, whilst absently draping his arms around Blaine's neck, pulling the other boy flush against him.
''Hmm you're starting to sound like a human being, I should probably increase my prozac intake.'' He idly considered.
''If you think that it'll cure the spread of cancer in your soul then go ahead. But I'd personally recommend standing about an inch closer to the razor next time you shave, it's a miracle cure.'' Santana advised him, watching the boy as he practically hung off the confused and awkward looking warbler.
''You seem off your game today, Brittany could come up with better insults than that. And she spent three hours staring at a juice bottle because it said 'concentrate' on the label.'' Harry noted.
''Hey don't diss Brittany!'' She warned, flexing her long nailed fingers threateningly.
''Do you two fight like this a lot?'' Finn wondered, since the pair usually seemed inseparable. They both stared at him, with incomprehension clear on their faces.
''Fight? This is foreplay.'' Santana informed him. Those words brought to mind images that Finn wasn't sure that he enjoyed all that much. The Latina smirked nastily and glanced at Harry, where she paused.
''Actually that's foreplay.'' She amended, pointing at Blaine who was currently having his throat nuzzled by the overly affectionate Brit.
Harry inhaled and swiped his tongue along the length of the warblers neck. He then pulled back, eyeing the other boy curiously.
''How are you still a virgin, when you're so hot?'' Harry queried. Blaine if possible flushed even harder.
''You can determine that just by licking me?'' Blaine asked him, sounding honestly curious.
''Sure, it's a lot like smelling fear.'' Harry confirmed, before scenting the air and glancing around. ''Speaking of scents, I no longer detect the odour of man flab and inadequacy, where's Hudson?''
Santana snarled. ''He's gone? Did that yeti seriously just pull one over on us?'' Looking around and not seeing him amongst the assembled warblers, Harry pouted. His prey had escaped him because he let himself get distracted. This. Would. Not. Stand.
''Come Santana, we shall fetch my lasso and cattle prod. And then we have a pillsbury doughboy to hunt. I shall summon the hounds!'' Harry followed his statement by pulling out a torch, with some sort of filter over the lens. He pointed it out of the window, despite it being broad daylight, and turned it on.
Before anyone could question his actions a crash of shattering glass sounded, as a white blur barrelled through one of the choir room's windows. A snowy owl swept majestically into the room, clipping a pair of warblers with her wings, before alighting gracefully on Harry's shoulder. If that wasn't bizarre enough, it also came complete with a pair of fake bat ears attached to it's head and a black domino mask over her eyes. The boy reached up and softly stroked her feathers, ignoring the looks being sent his way by the resident glee club.
''Okay girl, we need you to find Finn's scent.'' Harry ordered. The owl stared at him blankly.
''Finn.'' Harry repeated. Hedwig cocked her head curiously to the side.
''You know, the one whose drumsticks you stole and put in a bucket of water with an electrical current running through it?'' He elaborated. The birds amber eyes widened in recognition, and after a moments contemplation she took off with a hoot, making her way out into the hallway.
''So it begins.'' Santana ominously intoned. ''Hopefully Brittany is still in the car.''
Harry watched the girl as she strutted from the room, with numerous eyes glued to the extra sway in her hips. He glanced back at Blaine, who was still held flush against him by Harry's grabby hands.
''I can't play right now.'' Harry told him forlornly, as he reached into Blaine's back pocket, ignoring the boy's yelp of surprise. He extracted the warblers phone and deftly put his number into the list of contacts.
''There we go. Next time you feel the need to jerk it whilst gazing upon my glorious visage, just give me a call.'' Harry offered him, before giving his face a final lick. ''You taste awesome by the way.''
With that parting compliment the green eyed boy all but skipped from the room, without giving anyone else a second glance. Blaine stared after him somewhat dazed and a lot turned on. He just got felt up by a British model in a cheerleading outfit, and got his phone number out of it. Awesome.
''What the hell just happened here?'' Kurt demanded, his voice rising to a shriek. His question was rhetorical, but Blaine couldn't help but think that it was somehow directed at him. His friend sounded almost accusing for some reason. Weird.
''I think i'm in love.'' Blaine blurted out.
AN/ How was this? Likeable? By the way, the end of this chapter doesn't mean that Harry will be paired with Blaine, he'd just giving him a good old fashioned mind fucking. Review please, and feel free to make requests!