Fic: A Magical Sort Of Glee
Title: A Magical Sort Of Glee (Part A: Five Times Sam Evans Showed Exactly Why He Was A Hufflepuff)
Author: lesserbirds
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Kurt/Sam, Finchel, Finn, Rachel, Noah Puckerman, mentions of others
Rating: PG-13?
Genre: Crossover
Warnings: Language
Disclaimer: Don't own Glee.
Summary: Five brief glances at Sam Evan's life as a member of Hogwart's Hufflepuff House. HP/Glee crossover.
Author Notes: Hi. Uhm, this is my first time on LJ. I have neither a GleeForums nor a Tumblr account but I still managed to stalk shiphassailed on both these places so I saw the Sam=Hufflepuff and Kurt=Gryffindor pictures and decided this needed to be written. This is my first time publishing anything I write, so please be nice? Oh and please warn me if you see any grammar/spelling mistakes or if anyone is too OOC. I'll try to fix it.
1.
“You could have told me, Sam.”
Sam Evans blinked at his parchment and slowly looked up to meet the narrowed eyes of Kurt Hummel.
It was a Hogsmeade weekend which meant no school uniform and the slimmer boy was donning one of those extravagant robes - was that a rainbow dragon scale belt? - only he would be able to pull off without looking completely ridiculous.
The blond quickly realized that he had been staring instead of listening to what the Gryffindor said.
“What?”
Kurt made a disgruntled noise in the back of his throat and gestured - he had nice hands, really nice hands and Sam should stop this train of thought immediately - and gestured to the multitude of scrolls and books lying on the table.
“The essay, Sam. Our essay for Care Of Magical Creatures? If I had known you insisted on me going with Mercedes to Hogsmeade so that you didn’t have to work with me-“
“That’s not it!” he practically yelled, earning a loud rebuke from the Librarian.
“Well, what is it then?” the brunet questioned, pursing his lips.
“I just…” Sam fidgeted with his quill - he was not nervous about explaining this in a way that wouldn’t make Kurt hate him, shut up - and stared at the tabletop “you and Mercedes had been planning this trip for a while and… Mercedes has been working hard, I see her up late in the common room… I’m sure you have been working hard too, so I wanted you two to relax and have fun… and then I was going to quidditch practice but Puck told me it was cancelled and I thought… well, if I could work on the essay maybe you would be able to rest after the shopping trip instead of staying in the library…? I'm good at this subject, Kurt. And I really don’t mind.”
From the corner of his eye the Hufflepuff Keeper could see the grip of Kurt’s hands on his own waist - stop it with the hands thing Sam, it's starting to get creepy - loosen. There was a deep sign before the Gryffindor gracefully sat in the chair across from his with a raised eyebrow.
“Fine” he gingerly pulled one of the books closer to himself “but next time just tell me, Sam.”
2.
He waved back at Professor Beiste before beginning his slow track back to the castle. His Head of House had asked him to help with preparing the next lesson and he didn’t really have anything more important to do - read: involving quidditch or Kurt - so he agreed.
“Hello, Sam!”
The boy jumped and quickly turned around, whipping out his wand. His wide stare was met with a bright, owlish one.
“My name is Rachel Berry!” the dark haired girl in front of him continued.
“Uh…” he lowered his arm “nice to meet y-“
“We should have been acquainted sooner. Of course, I keep insisting Finn introduce you, me being his girlfriend, but he has been understandably occupied with quidditch practice. You understand, of course, being a star on the team yourself.”
“Uh, I-“
“I have come to ask for some… assistance” it was the first time she actually stopped for breath, rubbing her hands together “I understand that you’re good with creatures?”
“… I suppose s-“
“Professor Beiste assured me you would be suitable to the position” she interrupted with a determined nod.
The Hufflepuff felt his head spinning. Of course he knew who Rachel Berry was. Even if she wasn’t his best friend’s girlfriend, she was infamous enough of her own. Still, Finn had never actually introduced them to one another, muttering something about her being “bossy” under his breath every time the subject came up. Which turned out to be right as far as Sam could tell but it was still stupid because demanding or not she was Finn’s girl.
“… what position?” he asked weakly when his brain finally caught up to the situation.
“To tutor me, of course.”
Of course. Sam sighed and rubbed the back of his hand against his eyes. When he looked at the Slytherin girl again she was frowning.
“I…” she looked down “I know I can be… intense. I’m loud and demanding and my perfectionist streak doesn’t sit well with my fellow students. So I… I’ll understand if you refuse.”
The boy rubbed the back of his neck. The pride in her voice got to him - the refusal to be anyone else than who she was. His mind flashed to people bad mouthing her because of being a teacher’s pet and then to people doing the same to him for being a nerd.
“Yeah, well… you’re Finn’s girlfriend and Kurt’s… sort of a friend, so it’s okay.”
She gave him a bright smiled and grabbed his arm, already rambling about something or another and dragging him inside.
3.
“So, when are you gonna hit that?”
Sam raised the book high above his head and stretched his neck to see the boy lying on the opposite bed.
“Do I even want to know?”
Noah Puckerman snorted and pointed his wand - and if Sam had not been a Hufflepuff he would be very nervous right about now - in the vague direction of the dorm door, spreading crumbs of whatever treat he decided to steal from dinner all over his quidditch magazine.
“Hummel, man. You’ve been mooning over him forever. It’s even worse than Professor Schue and Madam Pillsbury!”
The paler boy sighed and reminded himself why he was doing this. Puck had, once again, managed to enrage about half the students in the other houses although no one was sure how, exactly. Probably something to do with dung bombs. Or maybe he locked someone in Moaning Myrtle’s bathroom again.
The point was, last time this happened he got the crap beaten out of him to the point of staying one month in the infirmary. Now Puck was a lot of things: a troublemaker, an opportunist, a cheater but he was also Sam’s friend - his very annoying, very obnoxious, very meddling friend - and he would be damned if he let the others gang up on him again. So he had been stalking the Mohawk sporting boy for over a week now and refused to leave him alone even in the dorms. It wouldn’t be the first time someone managed to sneak in to get revenge on him. And if the Keeper had to miss a few quidditch practices, well, Puck’s safety was more important.
“Just jump him!”
He gave his roommate the stink eye.
“Ad den o a zaagec dhegec draar.” [1]
“Dude, stop it with the Gobbledegook. Like anyone understands what you’re saying.”
Sam sighed again. Most people found the fact that Noah Puckerman was a Hufflepuff baffling but that did not make it any less true. Puck was incredibly protective of his friends, doubly so of his family. He could be attentive, he could be loyal, he could even be nice - and Sam’s thoughts were interrupted by the other boy straightening up and leering at him from across the room.
“You need some advice on how to score? ´Cause Puckzilla knows how.”
Most of the time though, he was an ass.
4.
“Dude, I’m telling you that’s suicide!”
Sam signed. Finn had been annoying him non-stop ever since he found out.
“First you tell me I should hang out with you Gryffindors more so that I can be popular, now you’re telling me I shouldn’t.”
“Yeah but dude” the taller boy’s eyes were darting all over the corridor “I said ‘hanging out’ not-“
“Not what, Finn?” the blond suddenly turned, standing face to face with the other Keeper. Despite being in different houses Finn Hudson had been one of his first friends and Sam had always - almost always anyway - appreciate his input but now…
“Not” the other leaned down to whisper “taking one of my male, pureblooded dorm mates to the Yule Ball!”
Sam stared at him for a few seconds, making him shift uncomfortably. If there was anyone that he expected to have his back on this it was Finn - he was the one with the Slytherin girlfriend after all and the one who said he wouldn’t give up their happiness for popularity - and he just couldn’t understand this behavior.
“I’m going to take him to the ball, Finn. You’re not going to change my mind on this” the blond’s tone was exasperated as he turned around.
“It’s their world! If you do that they’ll kill you!”
The shout rang and echoed between the empty walls. The Hufflepuff student didn’t even bother turning all the way around again and merely shook his head before continuing on, his tone final:
“I gave him my word. In my world, that’s that.”
5.
He physically shoved the adult man off him before getting to his feet and shouting a curse. He rolled and dodged and pushed - and was immensely glad for the boot camp training Professor Sylvester had insisted were classes - until he managed to reach the street.
His eyes quickly surveyed the scene before resting on an unusually ruffled brown-haired head and nearly fell with relief. Before he realized his feet had taken him there and his back slided against the remains of the wall.
"Hey" Kurt grinned at him but did not attempt to get up.
"Hey" he replied with a goofy grin and stood up quickly, shouting "Stupefy!" over the wall before sitting down again.
The blond reached for the other's torn robes, pulling him into a kiss but immediately let go as his boyfriend flinched.
"Kurt? What's wrong? Oh Merlin, you're hurt, aren't you? Where-"
"Sam" the Gryffindor interrupted with grim eyes "you need to go help Brittany. She's-"
"With Santana. I'm more scared for the Death Eaters."
Sam keeled and reached across again, peeking under the collar of the other boy's black robes. There were black and blue and green bruises on his shoulders and upper back.
"Sam, it's not-"
"Don't tell me it's nothing Kurt. Who was it?"
"Sam-"
"Who, Kurt?"
"... Karofsky" the Hufflepuff student suppressed the need to go after the Junior Death Eater and punch him - forget magic, Sam was muggleborn and wanted to settle this the old fashioned way - into oblivion. Kurt's, his friends' safety came first.
"We need to get you back to Hogwarts."
"We can't leave Brittany and Santana behind!" the brunet protested immediately, raising his chin defiantly as if daring anyone to contradict him.
"We're not" and Sam's voice had never seemed so final, even to himself "we're leaving no one behind. We're all coming back home or none of us are."
[1] - " I wish you a very fiery death."
Author: lesserbirds
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Kurt/Sam, Finchel, Finn, Rachel, Noah Puckerman, mentions of others
Rating: PG-13?
Genre: Crossover
Warnings: Language
Disclaimer: Don't own Glee.
Summary: Five brief glances at Sam Evan's life as a member of Hogwart's Hufflepuff House. HP/Glee crossover.
Author Notes: Hi. Uhm, this is my first time on LJ. I have neither a GleeForums nor a Tumblr account but I still managed to stalk shiphassailed on both these places so I saw the Sam=Hufflepuff and Kurt=Gryffindor pictures and decided this needed to be written. This is my first time publishing anything I write, so please be nice? Oh and please warn me if you see any grammar/spelling mistakes or if anyone is too OOC. I'll try to fix it.
1.
“You could have told me, Sam.”
Sam Evans blinked at his parchment and slowly looked up to meet the narrowed eyes of Kurt Hummel.
It was a Hogsmeade weekend which meant no school uniform and the slimmer boy was donning one of those extravagant robes - was that a rainbow dragon scale belt? - only he would be able to pull off without looking completely ridiculous.
The blond quickly realized that he had been staring instead of listening to what the Gryffindor said.
“What?”
Kurt made a disgruntled noise in the back of his throat and gestured - he had nice hands, really nice hands and Sam should stop this train of thought immediately - and gestured to the multitude of scrolls and books lying on the table.
“The essay, Sam. Our essay for Care Of Magical Creatures? If I had known you insisted on me going with Mercedes to Hogsmeade so that you didn’t have to work with me-“
“That’s not it!” he practically yelled, earning a loud rebuke from the Librarian.
“Well, what is it then?” the brunet questioned, pursing his lips.
“I just…” Sam fidgeted with his quill - he was not nervous about explaining this in a way that wouldn’t make Kurt hate him, shut up - and stared at the tabletop “you and Mercedes had been planning this trip for a while and… Mercedes has been working hard, I see her up late in the common room… I’m sure you have been working hard too, so I wanted you two to relax and have fun… and then I was going to quidditch practice but Puck told me it was cancelled and I thought… well, if I could work on the essay maybe you would be able to rest after the shopping trip instead of staying in the library…? I'm good at this subject, Kurt. And I really don’t mind.”
From the corner of his eye the Hufflepuff Keeper could see the grip of Kurt’s hands on his own waist - stop it with the hands thing Sam, it's starting to get creepy - loosen. There was a deep sign before the Gryffindor gracefully sat in the chair across from his with a raised eyebrow.
“Fine” he gingerly pulled one of the books closer to himself “but next time just tell me, Sam.”
2.
He waved back at Professor Beiste before beginning his slow track back to the castle. His Head of House had asked him to help with preparing the next lesson and he didn’t really have anything more important to do - read: involving quidditch or Kurt - so he agreed.
“Hello, Sam!”
The boy jumped and quickly turned around, whipping out his wand. His wide stare was met with a bright, owlish one.
“My name is Rachel Berry!” the dark haired girl in front of him continued.
“Uh…” he lowered his arm “nice to meet y-“
“We should have been acquainted sooner. Of course, I keep insisting Finn introduce you, me being his girlfriend, but he has been understandably occupied with quidditch practice. You understand, of course, being a star on the team yourself.”
“Uh, I-“
“I have come to ask for some… assistance” it was the first time she actually stopped for breath, rubbing her hands together “I understand that you’re good with creatures?”
“… I suppose s-“
“Professor Beiste assured me you would be suitable to the position” she interrupted with a determined nod.
The Hufflepuff felt his head spinning. Of course he knew who Rachel Berry was. Even if she wasn’t his best friend’s girlfriend, she was infamous enough of her own. Still, Finn had never actually introduced them to one another, muttering something about her being “bossy” under his breath every time the subject came up. Which turned out to be right as far as Sam could tell but it was still stupid because demanding or not she was Finn’s girl.
“… what position?” he asked weakly when his brain finally caught up to the situation.
“To tutor me, of course.”
Of course. Sam sighed and rubbed the back of his hand against his eyes. When he looked at the Slytherin girl again she was frowning.
“I…” she looked down “I know I can be… intense. I’m loud and demanding and my perfectionist streak doesn’t sit well with my fellow students. So I… I’ll understand if you refuse.”
The boy rubbed the back of his neck. The pride in her voice got to him - the refusal to be anyone else than who she was. His mind flashed to people bad mouthing her because of being a teacher’s pet and then to people doing the same to him for being a nerd.
“Yeah, well… you’re Finn’s girlfriend and Kurt’s… sort of a friend, so it’s okay.”
She gave him a bright smiled and grabbed his arm, already rambling about something or another and dragging him inside.
3.
“So, when are you gonna hit that?”
Sam raised the book high above his head and stretched his neck to see the boy lying on the opposite bed.
“Do I even want to know?”
Noah Puckerman snorted and pointed his wand - and if Sam had not been a Hufflepuff he would be very nervous right about now - in the vague direction of the dorm door, spreading crumbs of whatever treat he decided to steal from dinner all over his quidditch magazine.
“Hummel, man. You’ve been mooning over him forever. It’s even worse than Professor Schue and Madam Pillsbury!”
The paler boy sighed and reminded himself why he was doing this. Puck had, once again, managed to enrage about half the students in the other houses although no one was sure how, exactly. Probably something to do with dung bombs. Or maybe he locked someone in Moaning Myrtle’s bathroom again.
The point was, last time this happened he got the crap beaten out of him to the point of staying one month in the infirmary. Now Puck was a lot of things: a troublemaker, an opportunist, a cheater but he was also Sam’s friend - his very annoying, very obnoxious, very meddling friend - and he would be damned if he let the others gang up on him again. So he had been stalking the Mohawk sporting boy for over a week now and refused to leave him alone even in the dorms. It wouldn’t be the first time someone managed to sneak in to get revenge on him. And if the Keeper had to miss a few quidditch practices, well, Puck’s safety was more important.
“Just jump him!”
He gave his roommate the stink eye.
“Ad den o a zaagec dhegec draar.” [1]
“Dude, stop it with the Gobbledegook. Like anyone understands what you’re saying.”
Sam sighed again. Most people found the fact that Noah Puckerman was a Hufflepuff baffling but that did not make it any less true. Puck was incredibly protective of his friends, doubly so of his family. He could be attentive, he could be loyal, he could even be nice - and Sam’s thoughts were interrupted by the other boy straightening up and leering at him from across the room.
“You need some advice on how to score? ´Cause Puckzilla knows how.”
Most of the time though, he was an ass.
4.
“Dude, I’m telling you that’s suicide!”
Sam signed. Finn had been annoying him non-stop ever since he found out.
“First you tell me I should hang out with you Gryffindors more so that I can be popular, now you’re telling me I shouldn’t.”
“Yeah but dude” the taller boy’s eyes were darting all over the corridor “I said ‘hanging out’ not-“
“Not what, Finn?” the blond suddenly turned, standing face to face with the other Keeper. Despite being in different houses Finn Hudson had been one of his first friends and Sam had always - almost always anyway - appreciate his input but now…
“Not” the other leaned down to whisper “taking one of my male, pureblooded dorm mates to the Yule Ball!”
Sam stared at him for a few seconds, making him shift uncomfortably. If there was anyone that he expected to have his back on this it was Finn - he was the one with the Slytherin girlfriend after all and the one who said he wouldn’t give up their happiness for popularity - and he just couldn’t understand this behavior.
“I’m going to take him to the ball, Finn. You’re not going to change my mind on this” the blond’s tone was exasperated as he turned around.
“It’s their world! If you do that they’ll kill you!”
The shout rang and echoed between the empty walls. The Hufflepuff student didn’t even bother turning all the way around again and merely shook his head before continuing on, his tone final:
“I gave him my word. In my world, that’s that.”
5.
He physically shoved the adult man off him before getting to his feet and shouting a curse. He rolled and dodged and pushed - and was immensely glad for the boot camp training Professor Sylvester had insisted were classes - until he managed to reach the street.
His eyes quickly surveyed the scene before resting on an unusually ruffled brown-haired head and nearly fell with relief. Before he realized his feet had taken him there and his back slided against the remains of the wall.
"Hey" Kurt grinned at him but did not attempt to get up.
"Hey" he replied with a goofy grin and stood up quickly, shouting "Stupefy!" over the wall before sitting down again.
The blond reached for the other's torn robes, pulling him into a kiss but immediately let go as his boyfriend flinched.
"Kurt? What's wrong? Oh Merlin, you're hurt, aren't you? Where-"
"Sam" the Gryffindor interrupted with grim eyes "you need to go help Brittany. She's-"
"With Santana. I'm more scared for the Death Eaters."
Sam keeled and reached across again, peeking under the collar of the other boy's black robes. There were black and blue and green bruises on his shoulders and upper back.
"Sam, it's not-"
"Don't tell me it's nothing Kurt. Who was it?"
"Sam-"
"Who, Kurt?"
"... Karofsky" the Hufflepuff student suppressed the need to go after the Junior Death Eater and punch him - forget magic, Sam was muggleborn and wanted to settle this the old fashioned way - into oblivion. Kurt's, his friends' safety came first.
"We need to get you back to Hogwarts."
"We can't leave Brittany and Santana behind!" the brunet protested immediately, raising his chin defiantly as if daring anyone to contradict him.
"We're not" and Sam's voice had never seemed so final, even to himself "we're leaving no one behind. We're all coming back home or none of us are."
[1] - " I wish you a very fiery death."