AN/ I'm back baby. I kind of love you guys, you're all awesome! So anyway, here's the new chapter. After this things are going to start gaining a bit of a serious and dramatic flair, when we begin finding out more about Harry and why he is the way he is. But don't worry the humour will still remain consistent.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and Glee belong to mean people who won't share with me. But i'm damn well going to play with their toys.
''Okay guys, it's time to finalize our set list for Sectionals!'' Mr Schuester announced, as he strode into the room.
At his announcement the members of New Directions gazed back at him with their usual variety of expressions, ranging from excited(Rachel), vacant(Brittany), bored(Puck), disdainful(Santana) and...
''Harry, why are you wearing a Cheerios uniform?'' The teacher abruptly asked, as his eyes came to rest on the British student. He was confused and a little apprehensive that their newest member was wearing the ensemble of one of Sue's drones.
''Because I joined the squad. Coach Sylvester asked me, and proved to be very persuasive. Charming woman, but she could use some work on her people skills.'' The boy commented, idly examining Rachel's latest fashion disaster.
''I have to ask you Berry, how the hell do you manage to look like both a brain damaged toddler and alzheimers afflicted grandma at the same time?'' Harry asked her. ''Because that whole cradle to grave look is as baffling as it is eye gauging.''
The self proclaimed diva promptly fixed him with an offended look, but the boy wasn't even looking at her anymore.
''Harry, be nice to Rachel.'' Mr Schue scolded him. Harry snorted in response.
''You wish! People get one chance with me, and that banshee blew it when she sent me to a damn crack house. Especially since it wasn't even a good one, the stuff they were selling barely gave me a buzz.'' The boy said, bringing incredulous expressions to those around him.
''What did you say?'' The teacher demanded.
''I asked what the plan for Sectionals was sir.'' Harry told him, smiling sweetly.
William narrowed his eyes at the dark haired boy, but the teen didn't even flinch at the look. The man mentally sighed and decided to move on. He had quickly learned that it was best to ignore his new students little quirks.
''Okay then. After talking with Miss Pillsbury, It's come to my attention that I may not have been show casing this clubs full potential.'' Mr Schuester began. ''And so in the spirit of fairness, I thought I'd give some of you the chance to show us what you've got.''
Rachel leapt to her feet. ''Mr Schuester, i'm not sure if I follow you. Are you suggesting that Finn and I perform something more unconventional?''
Santana turned to fix the other girl with a look of contempt.
''He's suggesting that it's about damn time someone else had a shot at the spotlight hobbit.'' She sniped. Rachel blinked uncomprehendingly.
''I don't understand.'' She said, voicing her confusion.
''Rachel, you and Finn won't be doing a duet for this competition. I thought that some of the others might enjoy the opportunity instead.'' The teacher explained sternly.
''What!'' Rachel shrieked, causing the others to cover their ears in pain. ''Mr Schuester, that's insane! Our key to victory is to demonstrate my unmatched vocal abilities, complemented by Finn's exceptional baritone!''
''Yeah Mr Schue, you don't take out your star players right before the big game.'' Finn chipped in arrogantly.
''Please Jolly Green Giant, like your even that good.'' Harry sneered. ''You may be somewhat talented but Artie or I could run circles around you, which given how far your boobs stick out and the fact that Artie can't even run is quite a feat.''
Finn glared ineffectually, as the green eyed boy leaned over to give Artie a fist bump, but he didn't dare talk back to him.
''Harry, be nice.'' Mr Schue warned him again, although he was unsure if the boy knew the definition of that particular word. Harry waved him off in a vague sign of acquiescence, which was probably the best he would get.
''So, what song am I gonna sing?'' Mercedes demanded.
''Actually, I was thinking that the winners of our duet competition might want to give it a shot.'' The teacher offered, looking at Sam and Quinn beseechingly.
''Hey that's no fair, I wasn't here for that!'' Puck protested, conveniently leaving out that he was in juvie at the time for stealing an ATM.
Several of the others raised their objections, particularly Rachel who claimed that the voting was rigged and she and Finn had thrown the competition. Will let them rant for a minute before demanding their attention again.
''Okay that's enough. No one else will be getting a second shot. Puck I'd like to give you one, but that would mean giving someone else a second opportunity as well, since you'd need a partner.'' Mr Schuester said apologetically.
''That's okay then, because i'm pretty sure that I wasn't here for your little contest either.'' Harry spoke up, much to the teachers surprise. '' Puck and I will put something together and if you like it more than what the others did, then we'll perform it at sectionals.''
William thought that Harry's reasoning was sound. After all, the whole point of this was to give everyone a chance, so Puck and Harry should be allowed to have theirs. He wasn't sure what the two boys would come up with, but he was interested in seeing what they'd produce.
Puck flashed the dark haired boy a broad grin. Working with Harry was sure to be entertaining, but the two of them would have to come up with something seriously kick ass to get that duet spot. It was about time that Mr Schue started letting the rest of them show their stuff, and he intended to bring his A-game.
''Okay then. I'll give you guys a couple of days to rehearse whatever you decide on doing, then you can show it to us at the next meeting.'' The teacher agreed.
Puck whooped in excitement and darted over to give his new partner an enthusiastic bear hug. He lifted the smaller boy completely out of his seat and squeezed, trying to playfully crush him. Harry however did some squeezing of his own, causing Puck to drop him with a yelp.
''Did you just grab my ass?'' The muscled teen demanded. Harry smirked at him roguishly.
''Yep! Sorry about that, but I've been thinking about it since we were in the shower yesterday.'' The Brit shamelessly admitted.
''You guys were in the shower together?'' Finn blurted, his eyes wide with shock.
Puck was about to deny it, or at least inform everybody that Harry had his clothes on at the time, but the looks on everyone's faces made it impossible to resist teasing them.
''And what if we were?'' He smirked, pulling Harry towards him by his belt loops. Finn looked like he was about to have a seizure.
''Wanky.'' Santana purred approvingly.
''Boy kisses are totally hot.'' Brittany agreed.
''Well yeah, if the boys in question look like that.'' Tina pointed out, gesturing towards the pair, where Harry now had his arms wrapped around Puck's neck. The larger boy was starting to look a bit nervous at the other's close proximity.
''Aww, what's wrong Puckerman? Can't you handle a bit of teasing?'' Harry whispered into his ear. Puck glanced over at Finn, and seeing the taller teens expression was more than enough incentive to go along with it.
''I can take anything you dish out green eyes.'' He murmured huskily, bringing their faces closer together and trying desperately not to laugh.
''Ugh, stop it already. We all know you're not gay Puck. Just because Harry's immoral doesn't mean you should let him drag your reputation down.'' Quinn snapped peevishly.
She'd been called into Coach Sylvester's office that morning and bluntly informed that Harry was the new Cheerios captain. Apparently because he was such an excellent gymnast and dancer, that made him more suitable for the role. It was an outrage! Quinn was just getting her life back. She was dating the new quarterback, she was head cheerleader again. And Harry had ruined that. Mr Schue had almost given her and Sam the Sectionals duet, and the raven haired boy was probably going to take that as well, it was infuriating.
''Are you saying that same sex relationships are immoral?'' Harry queried icily, shoving Puck out of his way and advancing on the blonde.
''No. I may be religious, but I believe that god made people like Kurt for a reason. I'm saying that you're immoral.'' She sneered.
''You're one to talk preggo.'' Harry retorted. The girl stiffened at that particular insult. She was doing everything she could to move passed that ordeal, but it was difficult when people kept bringing it up.
''I'll have you know that I've been reinstated as president of the celibacy club!'' Quinn snarled defensively. She may have lost control and given up her virginity, but she was determined to let people know that she was back to a life of chastity.
''What's that?'' Harry asked her curiously. He knew what celibacy was ofcourse, but he wasn't sure what it had to do with a school club.
''Seriously? It's a gathering of students that have the morality and restraint to not have sex.'' Quinn informed his snidely.
''Holy shit! What kind of reward do they give you guys to get you to do that?'' Harry asked her in horrified awe.
''They don't give you anything. It's a personal choice that requires maturity and restraint!'' She declared pompously.
Harry's jaw dropped, his face growing pale with shock.
''You mean you just choose not to have sex? And you don't even get anything out of it? What kind of school is this?'' Harry demanded, looking around accusingly. ''I mean you might be a frigid bitch, but you're still hot. Why the hell don't you want to fuck anyone?''
Harry paused, ignoring Quinn's outraged expression at his crude language. He eyed her thoughtfully, before switching his gaze to Puck who'd been watching the confrontation warily.
''Is Puckerman really so bad in the sack, that he actually scared you off of getting laid ever again?'' He asked her, sounding genuinely sympathetic. ''Because if that's the case then you should really play the field a bit. I'm sure Sam's a decent lay, if his mouth is any indication, so at least try some oral or something!''
Harry's advice caused Sam and Quinn to flush bright red, Puck however sputtered indignantly.
''Dude, I'm an awesome lay! I can fuck like nobody's business!'' The muscular boy protested.
''Prove it.'' Harry retorted, shrugging carelessly.
Puck quickly grew flustered when Mercedes and Tina started giggling at him, so he turned to Santana for help.
''San, tell this heathen that i'm awesome in the sack!'' He pleaded with her. The Latina eyed him thoughtfully, as she carefully considered if doing so would be to her benefit.
''No comment.'' She finally replied.
''What? I'm awesome! I'm a fucking machine!'' Puck claimed, looking around for someone to back him up. He wheeled on Harry, glaring at him sullenly.
''How do we know that you're not bad in bed?'' He asked triumphantly.
''Oh hell no, Harry's all kinds of awesome.'' Santana instantly refuted. ''He dishes out orgasms like a paedophile gives candy to trick or treaters.''
''He can hold his breath for a really long time.'' Brittany chipped in helpfully.
Everyone turned to stare at Harry who didn't seem to be moved by their endorsement of his sexual prowess.
''Dude, remind me never to take my brother or sister trick or treating to Harry's place.'' Sam asked after a moment of silence.
''Whatever, more candy for the rest of us.'' Tina quipped, smiling lasciviously.
''Tina!'' Mike protested, though his lips quirked slightly in amusement.
''This is unfair! How come you backed him up?'' Puck questioned Santana peevishly.
''Because I felt like it.'' She bluntly informed him, making it clear that it was the end of the matter.
Harry chuckled, bringing Puck's attention back to him. The jock glared at the newly instated cheerleader.
''I'm awesome.'' He insisted once again, stomping his foot childishly.
''Prove it.'' Harry singsonged as he made his way to the door. Puck seized the other boys arm as he attempted to walk passed him.
''How the hell am I supposed to do that?'' He demanded.
Harry looked him in the eyes, an evil expression creeping across his face. He leant forward into Puck's personal space, making the larger boy lean away from him instinctively. Fortunately Harry merely brought his lips to his ear, in order to whisper something. Whatever he said actually caused Puck to blush bright red, with his jaw going slack in shock.
''Satan, Angelcake, let's hit the road. If I don't get an infusion of high quality caffeine soon, then i'm going to resort to drastic measures.'' Harry commanded. Santana and Brittany obediently rose from their seats and stepped up on either side of him, linking their arms together.
''Okay, but you're buying.'' Santana informed him.
''Wait, we haven't finished the meeting yet!'' Mr Schuester protested. Having been talking to Brad the piano man, he hadn't paid much attention to the drama of the past few minutes.
''Irrelevant.'' Harry snapped dismissively. ''You can't plan for the right group performance or corresponding solo, until you know for certain what sort of duet will be performed.''
The teacher had to admit that the boy had a point.
''Alright then. But if you're leaving then you have to work on ideas for Sectionals!''Mr Schue told them, grudgingly agreeing.
''Outstanding.'' Harry enthused. ''See you bitches later. And Finn, if you keep glaring at the back of my head, then i'll hang you up by your ankles in the meat freezer again.''
With that final warning the trio of cheerleaders swept majestically from the room, leaving everyone in silence.
''How did you get out of that freezer anyway?'' Artie asked Finn curiously. The taller boy shuddered in remembrance.
''Harry posted pictures of it along with all the details on Facebook. My mum and Burt managed to figure out where I was. Harry said that his tendency to brag on the internet is his greatest weakness.'' Finn explained woefully.
Puck stared at where the new and improved unholy trinity had disappeared. Harry's whispered words were swimming through his brain, conjuring up images that made him feel an uncomfortable mixture of confused and aroused. Say what you like about Harry, but that boy was a first class mind fucker. Puck decided that it was time to go home and do a little research on the other boy. He'd been here for weeks and no one really knew anything about him. There was sure to be something on the internet.
Puck didn't consider that he might not like what he found, or that there was a lot more to Harry James Potter than met the eye. But he was definitely going to regret finding out the gruesome details.
''I'm starting to think that Puckerman might be immune to my charms.'' Harry observed, as he drove towards the Lima Bean, the best coffee shop that the miserable little town had to offer.
''Nah. I'd give it a month at the most, before you two are breaking headboards together.'' Santana disagreed. The girl was currently fiddling with his ipod, trying to find appropriate music for her current mood.
''Put on some Pop!'' Brittany requested eagerly, leaning forwards between the two front seats. Santana grudgingly complied with the blondes request and set the device to random after selecting the appropriate genre. When the music started up she quickly opened her mouth to protest, but she was drowned out by her companions bursting into song.
''Yo, I'll tell you what I want, what I really really want,'' -Brittany
''So tell me what you want, what you really really want,''-Harry
Santana stared at them in mounting horror as the pair enthusiastically belted out the lyrics.
''I'll tell you what I want, what I really really want,''-Brittany
''I'll tell you what I want, what I really really want,''-Harry
''I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna really
really really wanna zigazig ha.''-Brittany/Harry
''Stop it! Why the hell is this even on your ipod?'' The raven haired girl snapped demandingly.
''If you want my future forget my past,''-Harry
''You know when you go on a date and you discover that you can't stand the person, but they're totally in to you?'' Harry questioned, to which Santana nodded hesitantly. ''This is the music that I play on the drive home.''
'If you wanna get with me better make it fast,''-Brittany
Santana's eyes widened in realisation. That settled it. Harry was a diabolical genius. It also explained why he said that he didn't bother with really camp guys, after all why the hell would the Spice Girls scare off a flaming homo? And with those thoughts in mind she threw caution to the wind.
''Now don't go wasting my precious time,''-Harry
''Get your act together we could be just fine.''-Santana
Harry grinned at his friend as she finally joined the insanity. Crazy was definitely contagious. As their voices rose again for the chorus, Harry lowered the roof of the car, attracting the attention of the surrounding motorists and pedestrians, gaining them looks of amusement and annoyance. Oh the joys of music.
''You're totally Scary Spice.'' Harry opined, looking at Santana in amusement.
''Who am I?'' Brittany begged excitedly, her head popping up directly beside his own.
''Baby Spice ofcourse.'' He informed her, grinning at her pleased squeal. Santana narrowed her eyes at him and smirked, leading him to believe that nothing good was about to come out of her mouth.
''Posh Spice.'' She hissed at him, smiling victoriously. Harry gaped at her.
''I'm a guy! Quinn should be Posh Spice.'' He protested, over the sound of the two girls laughter.
''Sorry babe. But you've been named, so live with the shame.'' Santana quipped.
''Screw you Scary.'' Harry retorted.
''Bite me Posh.'' She shot back.
''No thanks, I don't make a habit of eating shit.'' He sneered.
''You guys are fighting again.'' Brittany pointed out from the back seat.
''Ofcourse we're not sweetheart. We're just teasing each other.'' Harry soothed her. ''How about we stop for ice-cream after we grab coffee?'' He then asked appeasingly.
''Can I have two scoops?'' Brittany pleaded, her bottom lip sticking out in a pout.
''No, you'll ruin your appetite.'' Santana chided her, causing the blonde's expression to fall.
''A little bit of ice-cream won't hurt her.'' Harry refuted. ''You can have as many scoops as you want sweetie.'' He said, causing Brittany to brighten up once again.
''Don't undermine me in front of her!'' Santana snapped, scowling at the dark haired boy.
''I wasn't undermining you, you were being unreasonable. Can we save the argument for after she's gone to bed?'' Harry asked her, before suddenly noticing movement from the corner of his eye.
During the course of their brief conversation they had paused at a traffic light. The people in the car next to theirs were staring at them through open mouths, whether it was because of their choice of music or their conversation Harry wasn't sure. The man and woman in the front of the vehicle continued to stare unabashedly, whilst the two young children in the back were practically hanging out of the window.
''What the fuck are you looking at? Have you never seen a woman with tits before?'' Santana snarled, when she saw what had caught Harry's attention.
The woman in the car flushed with outrage, when her husband suddenly seemed to notice the cheerleader's rather impressive bust.
''Hey bald patch, eyes on the road! Try a little less staring and a little more pissing off.'' Harry barked.
''Yeah, piss off!'' Brittany brightly chipped in.
''Watch your language.'' The other two teens scolded in unison, turning to pin the blonde with their accusing eyes.
There was a sudden screech of rubber as the other car peeled away from them, with the two gaping children still staring out of the back window. Harry promptly flipped them off.
''Some people are so fucking rude.'' Santana grumbled, watching the car drive away. Harry nodded in agreement, as the light turned green and they started moving again.
''If you wanna be my lover, you gotta get with my friends,''-Brittany
After a long day of classes and rehearsals, Blaine and some of the other warblers had decided that they deserved a trip out for coffee. Kurt was ofcourse enthusiastic to be spending time with his crush outside of practice, and he was looking forward to talking with a few of his other team mates. Having been at his new school for a few weeks, he hadn't had much opportunity to get to know the others apart from in glee club.
As Blaine led the group into the Lima Bean, which was their coffee shop of choice, they noted that it wasn't especially busy. It was easy to get a table for five. Blaine sat on the outside, with Jeff next to him. Opposite Blaine was Kurt, who's been quick to snag the seat, much to the others private amusement. Beside Kurt was Wesley, with David sat on his other side at the end of the table between him and Jeff. They'd just received their coffee orders, and to Kurt's displeasure the subject had instantly turned to college football. He was just about to attempt to turn the conversation in a different direction, when the door to the coffee shop slammed open and singing filled the air.
''If you wanna be my lover, you gotta, you gotta, you gotta,
you gotta, you gotta, slam, slam, slam, slam
Slam your body down and wind it all around.
Slam your body down and wind it all around.
Slam your body down and wind it all around.
Slam your body down zigazig ah
If you wanna be my lover.''
The place fell completely silent as three forms clad in red and white stormed into the building, singing the well known Spice Girls song. The warblers quickly recognised one of the girls and the boy that was with them. It was the pair that had crashed their rehearsal, two days previously. According to Kurt the dark haired girl was Santana Lopez, a very talented singer and a member of New Directions. Kurt hadn't known who the boy was, but he assumed he was a new member. He didn't think they had anything to worry about from him though, as the club already had all of the best singers at McKinley. Finn and Rachel would be the ones to beat at Sectionals.
As the trio entered, their enthusiastic singing came to an end. They walked casually towards the counter, uncaring of the silence around them. As they passed a pair of teenage boys, one of them sneered at Harry, eyeing his cheerleading uniform as he walked by. The comment he made was easily heard in the relative silence.
''Fag.'' He muttered condescendingly.
Kurt and Blaine both gasped in outrage at the utterance of the slur, but Harry didn't even turn to look at the boy as he kicked backwards with his foot. Harry's boot collided with the boys coffee cup, dumping the boiling hot liquid into the teenagers face.
''Ah! My eyes! My fucking eyes!'' The boy screeched in agony, falling to his knees.
''Hmm, I think i'm going to get something with a sickening amount of sugar and whipped cream.'' Harry decided, as he eyed the menu of selections on the board above the cashiers head, completely ignoring the screaming teen behind him.
''The fact you can eat and drink all that sugar and not get fat, makes me feel physically sick with rage.'' Santana told him sullenly, as she kicked the sobbing boy behind her when he groped blindly at her ankle.
''Haters gonna hate.'' Harry said simply.
Noise in the coffee shop resumed, as several people rushed forward to help the injured teenager tend to his burned face. A man wearing the Lima Bean's required uniform, came stomping out from the back room, having been fetched by a concerned waitress.
''What the hell is going on here?'' He barked, glaring at the three Cheerios accusingly.
Harry turned to look at the man who dared to directly address him, but he brightened when he caught sight of his uniform.
''Ah, excellent! A servant. Just what we needed.'' Harry chirped. ''Bring us hot caffeinated beverages, post haste!'' He demanded, snapping his fingers twice in quick succession, directly in the managers face.
The brawny man blinked in outrage, his face quickly turning purple with anger. Before he could explode however Harry cut him off.
''What are you deaf? If we die of dehydration whilst waiting upon your incompetence, then i'm so going to sue this miserable hole in the wall.'' The green eyed boy sneered.
The manager faltered slightly at talk of suing. He glanced at his waitress uncertainly, wondering if she'd exaggerated the altercation that she'd informed him of.
''I should probably sue you anyway, I mean look at this boy here!'' Harry complained, whilst gesturing to the now silent burn victim. ''He's clearly in agony due to your unsafe beverage containers.''
Harry glanced at the boy when he remained silent, but quickly stomped on his hand, bringing another wail of pain. ''See? He's seriously injured. And he now probably has a broken hand. I hope your happy with yourself.'' Harry said accusingly.
The manager sputtered, desperately trying to think of a way to handle the situation.
''I-I'm very sorry sir.'' He stuttered. ''How can we make it up to you?''
''Fetching drinks for my companions and I, would be a good start. Free of charge ofcourse.'' Harry informed him snidely.
''O-Ofcourse. And what would you and the ladies like?'' The man inquired meekly. Harry eyed him with disdain.
''You call yourself a coffee slave? You're supposed to anticipate your masters needs! Now go!'' Harry commanded. ''And so help me, for every time you guess the order incorrectly I shall strike you with one of the place mats.''
The manager wisely didn't argue. Some people just had that 'Fuck with me and i'll ruin you' vibe. And that boy definitely had it. The cheerleaders watched the man go, with various expressions of disdain upon their faces.
''He smelled weird.'' Brittany pointed out.
''That was fear darling.'' Harry informed her.
''It certainly was.'' Santana agreed. ''Great, now i'm turned on.''
The nearby warblers observed the drama before them with a mixture of awe and terror. They were pretty sure that people like that weren't supposed to exist.
''Does anyone have a crucifix?'' Jeff whispered hesitantly.
''Please, as if your meagre holy symbols hold any sway over me.'' Harry declared mockingly. Jeff jumped a good foot in the air, at the sudden appearance of the boy standing behind him. He whipped round to face him, clutching his racing heart.
''How the hell do you do that?'' Nick demanded.
''It's a gift.'' Santana informed him from where she was now sprawled across David's legs. The boy squealed in shock, having no idea how the girl had ended up on his lap.
''Seriously, what the hell?'' The senior warbler blurted incredulously. ''That's impossible.''
''It's not impossible.'' Santana denied. ''As long as you're so badass that reality bends to your will, then anything's achievable.''
The group stared at her, unsure if she was being serious or not.
''What are you doing here Santana?'' Kurt inquired.
''It's a coffee shop, what do you think we're doing?'' She scathingly replied.
Kurt was about to retort when a movement across the table captured his attention. For a moment he thought that Blaine had turned around in his seat, showing Kurt his back. Then he abruptly realised that it wasn't Blaine's back he was looking at. It was Harry's. The dark haired Brit, was straddling the warbler, his legs on either side of him. They were face to face, with Blaine looking equal parts flustered and curious, whilst Harry looked rather hungry. After a moment of the two boys staring at one another, whilst everyone else looked on at the scene, Harry finally spoke up.
''I hope that they give me extra whipped cream, so that I can dip you in it.'' The male cheerleader bluntly informed him.
Blaine stared back at him. The other boy's close proximity and general position was making it very difficult to form coherent thoughts. It was very disconcerting to have a boy, whose picture you've jerked off to, sitting on your lap without a care in the world. This was only his second interaction with the green eyed boy, but if what he'd just seen was how Harry reacted to homophobes then he could only assume that he had a very unique approach to life. And he found that uniqueness interesting.
Ever since he'd come to Dalton after he was attacked, Blaine had slowly become more and more confident in himself. And he could now proudly say that he was assertive and self assured. But seeing someone like Harry in action, made him wonder if he even knew the definition of those words. If there were two things that Blaine truly admired, it was courage and self assurance. People who had the guts to do what they wanted and not care about what anyone else thought of them. These were things that he liked about Kurt, but even he had regular moments of uncertainty and would come to Blaine for guidance. But Harry seemed almost like a force of nature. There was something in his impossibly emerald eyes that practically oozed confidence. Blaine may have matured and undergone personal growth, but he still cared a lot about what people thought of him. Which was evidenced by the way he conformed and held back around his fellow warblers. He hadn't done anything to change that fact, but he couldn't help but wonder if the boy sat astride him might be helpful in that regard.
''What's your name again?'' Harry prompted, looking at him thoughtfully.
''Blaine. My name's Blaine.'' He answered, smiling slightly.
''Cool. You should totally ask me out after we trounce you at Sectionals.''
Before Blaine could respond to that particular comment, or Kurt could throw a hissy fit, they were interrupted when at that moment the manager approached the table, bearing a tray of drinks. He briefly eyed Harry and Blaine's position with disapproval, but didn't make a comment.
''Here's your coffee.'' The man muttered sourly. Harry immediately perked up, reaching for one of the three cups that was topped with liberal amounts of cream and chocolate sprinkles. He immediately took a deep swig, moaning happily at the taste. When he lowered the cup again he slowly licked his lips, ridding them of any lingering sweetness. Blaine stared at the action entranced, whilst desperately hoping that he didn't get a boner.
''Mmm, this is delicious.'' Harry complimented the server. The man smirked smugly, but the look was wiped off of his face when Harry snatched up a place mat and struck him around the head, creating a tremendous slapping sound.
''Unfortunately it's not what I wanted. Make it again!'' The boy commanded imperiously.
Yep. If there was one thing that Harry wasn't lacking, it was confidence.
AN/ How was that? Hopefully it was good. What will Puck find out about Harry? What will they do for a duet? Who will win Sectionals? Find out next time on this badly formulated piece of fiction!