To Wear a Blazer chapter 8/?
Title: To Wear a Blazer
Author: ducttapeofdoom
Pairing,Character(s): Kurt/Dave, Blaine/Brian (OC), Burt, Carole, Headmaster Harry Black, Will, New Directions
Rating: PG-13 (for now)
Word Count: 1,897
Spoilers: Up to Original Song, select spoiler from The Spanish Teacher
Series: To Wear a Blazer ‘verse
Summary: Kurt has left McKinley High and must now learn to fit in at Dalton Academy. Thankfully he already has allies there in Blaine, his boyfriend Brian, and unknowingly the Headmaster Harry Black.
A/N: splotchphantom in a review on fanfiction pointed something out that I apparently wasn’t clear on. Andromeda is dead, leaving Teddy in Harry’s custody when Teddy was two. However, the grandmother I referred to in chapter 6 was actually Molly Weasley. Harry sees Teddy as his son so there is no reason why he should only refer to Molly as the twins’ grandmother. Hope that cleared it up for anyone that noticed. Feel free to point out anything that doesn’t make sense and I’ll either clarify like I did here, or fix it if it is a mistake. Also, see a/n at the end of the chapter for info for the update on the 15th.
To Wear A Blazer
Chapter 8
Last Chapter:
Two hours later, Harry parked the car and made his way into the very bland looking McKinley High school…
XxXxX
Harry climbed out of his car, eying the school dubiously. He had heard the crack Kurt made about the school when Will visited but it wasn’t until Harry viewed the school with his own eyes that he realized that Kurt might have been serious about the school being one where pencils were weapons rather than study tools.
It must have been a passing period when Harry arrived because there were students milling around. He noticed several girls in cheerleading uniforms eying him as he walked past. He smirked internally as he passed them, hearing the girls chatter about him as he walked away. He was sure that he heard at least one girl mention a ‘nice ass’.
Once inside the school, Harry looked around the halls before pulling a student aside to ask him the way to the office. He quirked an eyebrow at the red afro the boy sported, as well as the hovering cameraman. He also ignored the pointed questions coming from the boy as he walked away. He followed the instructions to the letter until he reached a glass walled office where an Indian man sat behind a desk.
“May I help you?” a woman behind the desk just outside the principal’s office asked. Harry glanced at the nameplate.
“Yes Mrs. Goodrich, could I speak to Headmaster, I mean Principal, Figgins? My name is Harry Black and I’m the headmaster of Dalton.”
She looked slightly in awe of the handsome man standing before her. “Y-yes, just one moment please.” She pushed a button on the phone. “Principal Figgins. Harry Black, the headmaster of Dalton is here to speak to you.”
Harry watched as the Indian man looked up from whatever paperwork he was working on to look through the glass at Harry. He waved at Harry to come through, not at all used to someone actually asking to see him. Harry smiled at the woman, who flushed slightly. “Thank you. Could you ask Will Schuester to meet me here when I’m done? I actually came here to speak to him also.”
Mrs. Goodrich nodded. “He’s in class now but I’ll send a runner to fetch him. You’ll have to wait until his lunch period to really talk with him. However, if you wish, you could sit in on his class before lunch.”
Harry nodded before moving into the glass office. “Mr. Figgins, I am Harry Black,” he greeted, holding out his hand.
Figgins waved a hand at one of the chairs before his desk. “What may I do for you Mr. Black?”
Harry smiled slightly at the man. “I met Will Schuester a couple months ago when he visited my school to check up on Kurt Hummel. It was through him that I realized that your school is not the villain in Kurt’s situation, but rather the growing disinterest in what your own students are doing. I also met Sue Sylvester, and while she may be slightly insane, she also greatly cares for her students. I realized that when she appeared before me with a complete and highly thorough background report done on not only myself, but each of my staff. Any other time, I might have been offended, but considering at least six of those background checks pulled up items that Dalton’s own did not, I did not report her to the state school board.”
Figgins didn’t even try to come up with some way to excuse Sue’s behavior. “I will be sure to let her know that her efforts weeded out those…that do not have your student’s best interests in mind,” he said diplomatically. “What exactly brought you here?”
Harry smiled. “Well, for a while I have been considering sending my eldest son to a local school so he can get an American education. I had thought about sending him to Dalton as a distance learner since he currently attends my high school alma mater in Scotland. He will be turning thirteen soon and I wish for him to get both an education from that school and from the American system as he has dual citizenship as do my two younger sons and myself. When Albus and James, my younger sons, also turn thirteen I would like them to also become distance learners through McKinley while they also attend school at my alma mater.”
Mr. Figgins nodded and reached behind him into a drawer. “Here are three forms for your sons. They will have to be approved by not only myself but the Lima school board, but I see no reason that they will not be approved, especially as they are the sons of another educator.”
Harry shook his head. “No, approve them on their own merits, not because of mine. I had that happen with me as a child; it was only when I moved to America that I was able to be judged on myself.” He stood up. “Thank you for your time Mr. Figgins, and if I may say so, it might be time for you to take a look at what your students are doing. Slushies to the face and trips into the dumpster may seem like harmless pranks to adults, but they can have scarring effects on those whom you are supposed to protect. Good day Principal Figgins.” Harry bowed before walking back out into the outer office. “May I have a visitor’s pass Mrs. Goodrich?”
A few minutes later Harry was wandering down the halls in the direction that Mrs. Goodrich directed him. He eyed the sea of red clad students, the jocks in their jackets and the cheerleaders in their uniforms. It wasn’t much different than Dalton’s uniforms, but as he walked through the halls, Harry saw the jocks and cheerleaders move through the crowds like the others were beneath their notice.
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Will was grading the papers from that morning’s class when a student appeared next to his desk. “Yes?” The runner just held out a piece of paper before leaving without speaking a word. Confused, he read the paper quickly before breaking out in a smile.
“Mr. Schuester?” Finn asked, looking at his favorite teacher.
“It’s nothing Finn,” Will said. “Go back to your work.”
Through the rest of the period, Will couldn’t help but feel anxious. The note had said that Harry would be joining him in his last class before lunch. Every time he heard someone walking outside the classroom, he couldn’t stop himself from looking up.
Mr. Schue is acting really weird, Finn thought as he watched the teacher.
Before the class ended there was a knock on the door. “Mr. Schuester, I believe you’ve been expecting me,” Harry said, smirking widely. His smirk widened when the class erupted in whispers at the sight of the handsome man speaking to their teacher in such a suggestive way. The whispers increased when Will blushed.
Before Will could reply, the bell rang. When none of the students made an effort to move, Harry’s eyebrow rose. “Don’t you all have somewhere to go?” he asked pointedly. That spurred the students into moving, albeit reluctantly.
As the students moved towards their next classes, they chattered about ‘Mr. Schue’s boyfriend’. By the time the passing period ended, Jacob Ben Israel had already done a mass tweet to his McKinley followers about the English man that had visited and was apparently in a relationship with Mr. Schuester.
In her office, Emma Pillsbury-Howell’s cell phone dinged, announcing a new tweet alert. When Jacob had started sending tweets alongside his blog, Emma had decided it was a good idea to follow him to get a better grasp on any potential visits a student might make to her office. At first, it seemed like it would be a repeat of the early days of his blog. Most of the tweets had been about Rachel Berry until Emma had discreetly shoved a few pamphlets about sexual harassment in his locker along with a note that he would be reported if he continued. She may have used some of Sue’s…colorful vocabulary but it got the job done. When she opened the tweet, she gaped at it in shock. Spanish teacher Mr. Schuester in gay affair? Info forthcoming. JBI out.
XxXxX
When Will’s last class before lunch arrived, Harry could see many of the students were on their phones, glancing at the two men as they took their seats. He could see at least two members of New Directions were in the class. As it was AP Spanish, he wasn’t surprised to see Santana Lopez in the class. He was shocked to see the boy he thought was Mike Chang also in the class.
After the class started, and Will had confiscated at least a dozen phones, Harry subtly made his way towards the New Directions members. He was fluent in Latin, of which Spanish was an offshoot language. That had helped for the couple semesters of Spanish that he had taken in college.
Will raised an eyebrow as he watched Harry chat confidently with his students, slowly but surely drawing more than just the two New Directions kids into the discussion…all in high grade Spanish.
The period went by quickly, with Harry entertaining the students much more thoroughly than anything Will thought to teach would have. Once the bell rang, the students reluctantly departed, the chatter about the charming English man increasing as they left for either their lunch period or their next class.
Harry smiled at Will as the last of the students left. “So lunch?”
Will smiled as he gathered up his papers. “What are you doing here Harry?”
Harry shrugged before shoving his hands in his pockets, a nervous habit that 7 years at Hogwarts couldn’t break out of him. “I dropped the boys off for their flight back to England and it was suddenly very quiet at my place. So I thought I’d check out this school of yours since you’ve been to mine twice.”
Will laughed and motioned for Harry to follow him. “I usually make myself a sack lunch, so unless you want to share, we’ll have to go out. Just let me tell Shannon, the football coach that I’m going since we usually eat together.”
Harry willingly followed Will towards the teacher’s lounge, openly ogling the other man’s behind as they walked, giving the students another thing to gossip about. Will, of course, was completely oblivious to Harry’s gaze.
Once they reached the lounge, Harry looked around interestedly. He was disappointed by the offerings there, no wonder the teachers were borderline apathetic towards their students. He was seriously tempted to take this up with the school board. He looked around the room at the various staff members and he felt his eyes go wide with surprise at the sight of the second biggest woman he had ever seen. As he approached the table, he could hear Will speaking to her.
“-here to go to lunch. It was a surprise visit or I would have told you earlier. Oh, Harry! This is my good friend Shannon Beiste. Shannon, this is Harry Black.”
Coach Beiste jumped to her feet and he noted with surprise that her eyes automatically drifted to his forehead.
“Lord Black,” Shannon said reverently…
TBC
2nd A/N: As it is my birthday on the 15th of June, I thought I would give all of you a present. Feel free to prompt me for drabbles, which I will then combine into a drabble-post and post it on the 15th. I will take prompts on these fandoms: Glee (obviously), Harry Potter, The Tribe, National Treasure, Bones (no characters/situations from seasons 1, 6, or 7 please), CSI, CSI:NY, White Collar, Psych, Gilmore Girls, Power Rangers (only up to Dino Thunder please), Tron/Tron: Legacy, Babylon 5, and Star Trek (TOS or New Trek only please). Feel free to prompt as many as you like, I just ask that you limit it to a max of 5 prompts per fandom. You have until June 13th to prompt through reviews on fanfiction(dot)net, on livejournal, or through my ask box on tumblr (http://ducttapeofdoom.tumblr.com)