Courage 3
Disclaimer: I unfortunately don’t own Harry Potter (or I would be very rich and would have done different things with the characters) and neither do I own Glee.
Author’s note: : The dinner! 'nough said.
Rating: T
Pairing: Blaine/Harry
Warning: slash, ill-tempered doggies!
He didn’t know what he was supposed to wear.
In the last two days he had obsessed over what to expect. If he was to bring a present and what the present should be. What to say and what not to mention on his own. Was he allowed to kiss Harry hello or would that be a no-go? Most of his time had been spent freaking out in his dorm room about those questions, after Wes and David had chucked him out of theirs in a fit of annoyance. It had been only one or two requests for advice! - …or maybe twenty. Was he really to blame for wanting to do his best when meeting The Guardians for the first time?
Right, his best. That brought him back to his current problem. He had thought about anything and everything, but the subject of dress code had, somehow, slipped his mind and now it was too late. The dinner would be soon and if he were to call or text his boyfriend this late to ask, he would feel even more pathetic than he already did for not asking in the first place. Why couldn’t Harry just have told him?!
Sirius Black was rich - Harry wouldn’t attend Dalton Academy, wear designer brands and drive an expensive car otherwise - and, if rumors were to be trusted, he was a noble man back in Britain as well. Sounded a bit like an arrogant, uptight and conservative man, but not like the person Harry had described when talking about his godfather. This was a special occasion, though…
Still no idea and next to no time left to decide. Damn.
Half an hour later he was finally on the way to his own, personal doom, wearing one of his usual styles. Black slacks, a normal shirt under a wool slipover, very, very shiny shoes, one of his countless bowties and a nervous expression on his face - to be fair, the expression was a recent addition. The best indicator of his frayed nerves was the fact, that he didn’t even sing along to one of his favorite songs currently playing on the radio. Something he did frequently, though often without realizing it.
Harry lived on the other side of Westerville, when one used Dalton as the starting point, right next to Sharon Woods Metropolitan Park in a nice and quiet residential area. The way wasn’t too long, but without a car it could take quite a while, because the public transportation wasn’t the best - Westerville didn’t even own busses, they had to depend on the COTA. Blaine had only been there once, the day he and Harry had become a couple and this time he was even more nervous than before.
The house was of a considerable size compared to the rest and the plot of land about thrice as big as the others. Rich indeed. Next to his boyfriend’s car stood a white motorbike, still glistening wet in the sun, which he hadn’t seen on his last ‘visit’. An old model, but it seemed to be in really good condition still.
Taking a deep breath Blaine raised his hand to ring the bell. The following melodious sound on the other side of the door seemed to resonate too loudly in his ears and made him flinch slightly. He heard voices, then shuffling until the last barrier opened to the face of his boyfriend. He was at least welcomed by a happy, smiling face that came closer and closer and finally pressed its lips against his own in a greeting kiss.
“Remy, is he actually wearing a bowtie? Who wears bowties nowadays except clowns?” No, Blaine wouldn’t panic and he wouldn’t rethink his wardrobe, because Mr. Black didn’t like it. And he was sure it was Mr. Black, even though he couldn’t see him and had never heard him speak before. He was just glad the man didn’t mention their kis- “And he’s kissing our-“ “Hush now, Siri.”
Never mind.
Blaine saw Harry’s eye-roll when their lip-lock ended, which, unfortunately, hadn’t made him much calmer. In the next moment he was dragged further into the house and directly in front of the two adults in the entrance hall. He tried to smile charmingly at them, but was sure it looked anything but. So much for that disarming weapon. “Guys, this is Blaine, my boyfriend. Blaine, those are Sirius and Remus.”
Harry’s godfather was only wearing a shirt and jeans, both wet in places and with dirty stains here and there. He had to be the owner of the motor bike outside then. Not much of a surprise. “It’s a pleasure to meet you Mr. Black.” He put his hand forward for a handshake and was met by an almost bruising one, delivered with a dangerous smirk. “So, you’re the bloke who thinks he’s good enough for our little Harry. We’ll just see, won’t w-Remy!” An elbow to the rips made him scowl lightly at the man next to him. Blaine subtly breathed a sigh of relief. “Sirius, be nice. We’re happy Harry finally brought you over, Blaine. Please call me Remus.” Without further ado he stood in front of his boyfriend’s uncle, who - in contrast to Mr. Black - was dressed in dark grey slacks, a shirt and a cardigan. The friendly smile soothed his frayed nerves a bit, but Blaine wasn’t quite sure if he imagined the sharp glint in the exotic looking eyes.
“Why don’t you two go upstairs till dinner is ready? We can talk and get to know you then.” Still smiling kindly the tawny-haired man dragged a protesting Sirius with him to the kitchen. Harry had meanwhile adopted a bit of a lunatic grin - Blaine wasn’t anxious at all - and now shoved him towards the stairs. He didn’t even get a chance to really take a look around. “Great idea, come on, I’ll show you my room.” There was a certain, promising glint in the green eyes that made him walk the slightest bit faster.
The door hadn’t quite closed behind them, yet, when he felt a pair of lips against his for the second time that day. Feeling more or less safe in the vicinity of his boyfriend’s room, he dared to put his arms around the other male and kiss him back a lot more enthusiastically than in the entrance hall. His fingers intertwined with Harry’s hair and his eyes were about to close in pleasure, when he noticed two orange eyes staring at them. His boyfriend seemed to take his following gasp as an invitation to slip his tongue into his mouth to deepen the kiss, but pulled back when Blaine didn’t react at all except stiffening in his arms.
“What’s wrong?” The raven looked concerned and rather bemused. Blaine didn’t notice. “You, you h-have a… a…” A shaking finger pointed to the snake, which had curled up on top of Harry’s bed, but was still looking in their direction, every now and then flicking its tongue. “Oh!” His boyfriend’s face lit up in understanding and - to his horror - dragged him closer to the bed. “Meet Nagini, my pet! Didn’t I tell you about her? You… are not scared of snakes, are you? She won’t hurt you, I promise!” Blaine was certainly skeptical about that. The snake was, after all, a nice example of a constrictor and looked - even all curled up - to be a lot longer than he was tall.
He gulped louder than intended and glanced to Harry who had dropped onto the red and golden comforter and was scratching the snake’s head softly. “You can tell me, if you’re scared. I won’t think any less of you and I won’t force you to get closer to her.”
“I… uh…” And he had been scared about Harry’s guardians? Who… still intimidated him to be honest - Especially Mr. Black. But about those he had at least known! God, he really, really wanted to take several steps back, but there was something akin to disappointment on his boyfriend’s face that he wanted to be gone badly and there was only one way to manage that. He gulped for a second time and slowly reached out with a shaking hand to touch the scales furthest away from the head. The snake only shifted a bit closer to his hand, but otherwise didn’t pay him any attention. “That’s… actually not so bad,” he mumbled surprised and didn’t even notice the resulting smile on Harry’s face.
The next ten minutes were filled with more stroking, smiles and kissing, before a shout called them back downstairs. “Don’t worry so much about Sirius. He’s more bark than bite, when he doesn’t hate you, which he doesn’t. If you really manage to break my fragile, little heart, then Remus will most likely be the one to tear yours literally to pieces.” Adieu to the newfound courage. Harry really had an interesting way of calming people down and he was quite sure that the raven had tried exactly that. Sad but true.
He wasn’t quite sure if the raven was right either, after Blaine had shifted for the x-th time on his chair, while being stared down by one Sirius Black - now wearing something a lot cleaner and drier - at the dining table. “Harry told us you’re the new lead singer of your school’s show choir?” Apparently Mr. Lupin had decided to do something about the awkward atmosphere and had hit upon the right topic to make Blaine relax quite a bit. “Yes, but unfortunately I came to Dalton too late to join in for the competitions. I’m looking forward to next year.” There, that hadn’t been so bad. He hadn’t even stuttered.
“I hope, for your sake, mind you, that you won’t ever come here in the midst of night to serenade my godson or something.” Note to self: Never ever sing a song, which could be seen as being related to Harry in any way, when in the vicinity of Mr. Black. No singing in his proximity period.
Before he even knew how to respond his boyfriend had already slapped the back of his godfather’s head, looking quite annoyed. “Stop being a prat already, Sirius. You’re acting even more childish than usual!” His father would probably kill him, if he ever slapped him like that or would ground him for the rest of his life. And his mother? No, he didn’t even want to go into that.
Mr. Black grumbled for a minute or two, glared at anything and nothing, but didn’t say anything else. Dinner resumed and so did the conversation - If still strained. Just before dessert, when Mr. Lupin left the room for the kitchen and Harry reluctantly for the toilet, Blaine tried one, last offence. “I couldn’t help notice the 1959 Triumph Bonneville t120 in front of the house. She’s a real beauty, you must have cared for her a great deal to make her still look like that.” It was a bit terrifying and a whole lot relieving to see Mr. Black’s facial expression transform from a scowl to a bright grin within seconds.
If Harry and Remus were surprised to see Sirius sitting right next to Blaine, with an arm slung around the younger man’s shoulder, smiling and laughing and to hear Blaine call Sirius by his given name tentatively, then they didn’t say anything. They did thank all deities they knew in the safety of their minds, though. Even when eating the pudding like nothing was out of the ordinary.
Meanwhile Blaine had never been any gladder, that his father had pounded all kinds of ‘manly’ information into his head, to make him straight again.
Even when the latter would never happen.
Chapter 4
Author’s note: : The dinner! 'nough said.
Rating: T
Pairing: Blaine/Harry
Warning: slash, ill-tempered doggies!
He didn’t know what he was supposed to wear.
In the last two days he had obsessed over what to expect. If he was to bring a present and what the present should be. What to say and what not to mention on his own. Was he allowed to kiss Harry hello or would that be a no-go? Most of his time had been spent freaking out in his dorm room about those questions, after Wes and David had chucked him out of theirs in a fit of annoyance. It had been only one or two requests for advice! - …or maybe twenty. Was he really to blame for wanting to do his best when meeting The Guardians for the first time?
Right, his best. That brought him back to his current problem. He had thought about anything and everything, but the subject of dress code had, somehow, slipped his mind and now it was too late. The dinner would be soon and if he were to call or text his boyfriend this late to ask, he would feel even more pathetic than he already did for not asking in the first place. Why couldn’t Harry just have told him?!
Sirius Black was rich - Harry wouldn’t attend Dalton Academy, wear designer brands and drive an expensive car otherwise - and, if rumors were to be trusted, he was a noble man back in Britain as well. Sounded a bit like an arrogant, uptight and conservative man, but not like the person Harry had described when talking about his godfather. This was a special occasion, though…
Still no idea and next to no time left to decide. Damn.
Half an hour later he was finally on the way to his own, personal doom, wearing one of his usual styles. Black slacks, a normal shirt under a wool slipover, very, very shiny shoes, one of his countless bowties and a nervous expression on his face - to be fair, the expression was a recent addition. The best indicator of his frayed nerves was the fact, that he didn’t even sing along to one of his favorite songs currently playing on the radio. Something he did frequently, though often without realizing it.
Harry lived on the other side of Westerville, when one used Dalton as the starting point, right next to Sharon Woods Metropolitan Park in a nice and quiet residential area. The way wasn’t too long, but without a car it could take quite a while, because the public transportation wasn’t the best - Westerville didn’t even own busses, they had to depend on the COTA. Blaine had only been there once, the day he and Harry had become a couple and this time he was even more nervous than before.
The house was of a considerable size compared to the rest and the plot of land about thrice as big as the others. Rich indeed. Next to his boyfriend’s car stood a white motorbike, still glistening wet in the sun, which he hadn’t seen on his last ‘visit’. An old model, but it seemed to be in really good condition still.
Taking a deep breath Blaine raised his hand to ring the bell. The following melodious sound on the other side of the door seemed to resonate too loudly in his ears and made him flinch slightly. He heard voices, then shuffling until the last barrier opened to the face of his boyfriend. He was at least welcomed by a happy, smiling face that came closer and closer and finally pressed its lips against his own in a greeting kiss.
“Remy, is he actually wearing a bowtie? Who wears bowties nowadays except clowns?” No, Blaine wouldn’t panic and he wouldn’t rethink his wardrobe, because Mr. Black didn’t like it. And he was sure it was Mr. Black, even though he couldn’t see him and had never heard him speak before. He was just glad the man didn’t mention their kis- “And he’s kissing our-“ “Hush now, Siri.”
Never mind.
Blaine saw Harry’s eye-roll when their lip-lock ended, which, unfortunately, hadn’t made him much calmer. In the next moment he was dragged further into the house and directly in front of the two adults in the entrance hall. He tried to smile charmingly at them, but was sure it looked anything but. So much for that disarming weapon. “Guys, this is Blaine, my boyfriend. Blaine, those are Sirius and Remus.”
Harry’s godfather was only wearing a shirt and jeans, both wet in places and with dirty stains here and there. He had to be the owner of the motor bike outside then. Not much of a surprise. “It’s a pleasure to meet you Mr. Black.” He put his hand forward for a handshake and was met by an almost bruising one, delivered with a dangerous smirk. “So, you’re the bloke who thinks he’s good enough for our little Harry. We’ll just see, won’t w-Remy!” An elbow to the rips made him scowl lightly at the man next to him. Blaine subtly breathed a sigh of relief. “Sirius, be nice. We’re happy Harry finally brought you over, Blaine. Please call me Remus.” Without further ado he stood in front of his boyfriend’s uncle, who - in contrast to Mr. Black - was dressed in dark grey slacks, a shirt and a cardigan. The friendly smile soothed his frayed nerves a bit, but Blaine wasn’t quite sure if he imagined the sharp glint in the exotic looking eyes.
“Why don’t you two go upstairs till dinner is ready? We can talk and get to know you then.” Still smiling kindly the tawny-haired man dragged a protesting Sirius with him to the kitchen. Harry had meanwhile adopted a bit of a lunatic grin - Blaine wasn’t anxious at all - and now shoved him towards the stairs. He didn’t even get a chance to really take a look around. “Great idea, come on, I’ll show you my room.” There was a certain, promising glint in the green eyes that made him walk the slightest bit faster.
The door hadn’t quite closed behind them, yet, when he felt a pair of lips against his for the second time that day. Feeling more or less safe in the vicinity of his boyfriend’s room, he dared to put his arms around the other male and kiss him back a lot more enthusiastically than in the entrance hall. His fingers intertwined with Harry’s hair and his eyes were about to close in pleasure, when he noticed two orange eyes staring at them. His boyfriend seemed to take his following gasp as an invitation to slip his tongue into his mouth to deepen the kiss, but pulled back when Blaine didn’t react at all except stiffening in his arms.
“What’s wrong?” The raven looked concerned and rather bemused. Blaine didn’t notice. “You, you h-have a… a…” A shaking finger pointed to the snake, which had curled up on top of Harry’s bed, but was still looking in their direction, every now and then flicking its tongue. “Oh!” His boyfriend’s face lit up in understanding and - to his horror - dragged him closer to the bed. “Meet Nagini, my pet! Didn’t I tell you about her? You… are not scared of snakes, are you? She won’t hurt you, I promise!” Blaine was certainly skeptical about that. The snake was, after all, a nice example of a constrictor and looked - even all curled up - to be a lot longer than he was tall.
He gulped louder than intended and glanced to Harry who had dropped onto the red and golden comforter and was scratching the snake’s head softly. “You can tell me, if you’re scared. I won’t think any less of you and I won’t force you to get closer to her.”
“I… uh…” And he had been scared about Harry’s guardians? Who… still intimidated him to be honest - Especially Mr. Black. But about those he had at least known! God, he really, really wanted to take several steps back, but there was something akin to disappointment on his boyfriend’s face that he wanted to be gone badly and there was only one way to manage that. He gulped for a second time and slowly reached out with a shaking hand to touch the scales furthest away from the head. The snake only shifted a bit closer to his hand, but otherwise didn’t pay him any attention. “That’s… actually not so bad,” he mumbled surprised and didn’t even notice the resulting smile on Harry’s face.
The next ten minutes were filled with more stroking, smiles and kissing, before a shout called them back downstairs. “Don’t worry so much about Sirius. He’s more bark than bite, when he doesn’t hate you, which he doesn’t. If you really manage to break my fragile, little heart, then Remus will most likely be the one to tear yours literally to pieces.” Adieu to the newfound courage. Harry really had an interesting way of calming people down and he was quite sure that the raven had tried exactly that. Sad but true.
He wasn’t quite sure if the raven was right either, after Blaine had shifted for the x-th time on his chair, while being stared down by one Sirius Black - now wearing something a lot cleaner and drier - at the dining table. “Harry told us you’re the new lead singer of your school’s show choir?” Apparently Mr. Lupin had decided to do something about the awkward atmosphere and had hit upon the right topic to make Blaine relax quite a bit. “Yes, but unfortunately I came to Dalton too late to join in for the competitions. I’m looking forward to next year.” There, that hadn’t been so bad. He hadn’t even stuttered.
“I hope, for your sake, mind you, that you won’t ever come here in the midst of night to serenade my godson or something.” Note to self: Never ever sing a song, which could be seen as being related to Harry in any way, when in the vicinity of Mr. Black. No singing in his proximity period.
Before he even knew how to respond his boyfriend had already slapped the back of his godfather’s head, looking quite annoyed. “Stop being a prat already, Sirius. You’re acting even more childish than usual!” His father would probably kill him, if he ever slapped him like that or would ground him for the rest of his life. And his mother? No, he didn’t even want to go into that.
Mr. Black grumbled for a minute or two, glared at anything and nothing, but didn’t say anything else. Dinner resumed and so did the conversation - If still strained. Just before dessert, when Mr. Lupin left the room for the kitchen and Harry reluctantly for the toilet, Blaine tried one, last offence. “I couldn’t help notice the 1959 Triumph Bonneville t120 in front of the house. She’s a real beauty, you must have cared for her a great deal to make her still look like that.” It was a bit terrifying and a whole lot relieving to see Mr. Black’s facial expression transform from a scowl to a bright grin within seconds.
If Harry and Remus were surprised to see Sirius sitting right next to Blaine, with an arm slung around the younger man’s shoulder, smiling and laughing and to hear Blaine call Sirius by his given name tentatively, then they didn’t say anything. They did thank all deities they knew in the safety of their minds, though. Even when eating the pudding like nothing was out of the ordinary.
Meanwhile Blaine had never been any gladder, that his father had pounded all kinds of ‘manly’ information into his head, to make him straight again.
Even when the latter would never happen.
Chapter 4