Author's note: I wanted to try a different kind of glee crossover.

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Blaine Anderson was seventeen years old when he was kidnapped. He'd been on a date with his boyfriend of three months, Kurt when it happened. The date had been more special then usual because today was Blaine's birthday and he was now officially seventeen.

Kurt had teased him for days after he'd found out that Blaine was younger than him by two months.

It had been a movie date kind of day so they'd spent the entire day curled up on the couch together watching Disney movies and discussing their favorite villains, princesses and princes. Finn, apparently on order by Kurt, had run out to Breadstixs and got them their favorites.

Blaine had never been happier. He was content to spend the entire day holding onto this strange and beautiful boy who seemed to love him. Kurt was the best thing that had happened to him in a long time.

"This is really great, I hope you know." He told Kurt, as the next movie, tangled, started.

Kurt smiled at him. "Considering all the effort it took, I should hope so." he said proudly, happy that Blaine was so relaxed and comfortable. Blaine always looked tense, as if he was expecting to be attacked at any point in time. He always had a mask of politeness and properness on his face and Kurt was glad to see it break.

Blaine tightened his arms around Kurt in response and brought his head down until it was resting on Kurt's shoulder.

"I still can't believe you hadn't seen most of these movies a while ago." Kurt said amused.

The other boy blushed face turning red. "I'm sorry I missed so much Disney etiquette."

"Well we've fixed that, haven't we." Kurt said in a lofty tone before cracking up laughing, his giggles tickling Blaine's neck.

"Yeah, we should show Teddy these sometime." Teddy was Blaine's younger brother who was nearly a year old. The baby looked like Blaine with dark hair and bright eyes more than he did either of Blaine's parents. Blaine's parents in fact looked barely like him. His father was tall and painfully thin with dark brown hair and sharp grey eyes, he looked constantly ill but Blaine always said he was alright. Blaine's mother looked more similar to her sons, with light brown curly hair and bright green eyes. She was petit, and had an angular face and was slightly plump.

"Absolutely, can't let another child suffer the same tragedy."

Blaine grinned. "You know I kind of love you, right?"

Kurt smiled widely back at him. "I kind of love you too." He said foregoing a quip or a sarcastic remark.

He and Blaine had only been dating for three months but they'd known each other for nearly seven and Kurt just couldn't explain the connection they had. He and Blaine fit together like no one else he'd ever seen.

"Shh! This is one of my favorite parts." Kurt said, eyes now locked onto the TV. Almost unconsciously he started to hum the song.

Blaine laughed again and started to sing along.

The movie progressed the way most movies with them did, they kept making jokes or laughing about something that had happened earlier, they got distracted by kissing each other or by singing along to the songs, most of which Blaine knew, and all of which Kurt knew by heart.

They had stopped kissing about five minutes ago and were watching the movie again when it happened. Kurt was in the middle of singing along with the song while Blaine drowsily listened to him.

"So if he's lying don't come crying-" Kurt was cut off as loud cracks filled the air, similar to the sound of a car backfiring.

Three people appeared out of nowhere, all dressed in strange clothes. One of which was a very old man with long white hair and a beard, the second a very tall African American man in a red dress and the last a man with dark red hair, freckles and thin scars covering part of his face.

"How did you get inside?" Kurt demanded, holding onto Blaine's hand. "all the doors are locked."

"Blaine, you need to come with us." The old man said, staring at Blaine with something that Kurt couldn't figure out.

"What? I'm not going anywhere with you." Blaine said incredulously.

"Leave him alone." Kurt snapped out, taking a step back until his back was pressed up against Blaine's chest. "And get out of my house, before I call the police."

Kurt quickly noticed that all three were staring at Blaine, had in fact never taken their eyes off Blaine since they got there. "What do you want with him? How do you know his name?"

The red haired man answered this time, "You could say Blaine's an old friend."

"I don't know you, I don't know any of you." Blaine stared at them with shock. He had never expected this for his birthday.

The African American man rolled his eyes, glancing at the clock impatiently. "Headmaster we really do have to hurry if we want to get out without someone starting to track him."

"Blaine, if you come with us then we won't hurt your friend, Mr. Hummel." The old man said, frowning at the African American man.

Blaine paused, "You promise you won't hurt him?"

Kurt whirled around and looked at him astonished. "Blaine you can't honestly believe these people-"

"I swear it." the old man promised.

Blaine nodded and slowly let go of Kurt's hand, as if he dreaded losing contact with him. Gently he pushed his boyfriend out of the way and walked over to the old man and the others. "Okay." he agreed.

"Blaine Anderson, I am not letting you do this." Kurt snapped out, striding forward, uncaring of any danger. When he got Blaine back, they were having a serious talk, about Blaine's issues.

Hazel eyes turned and looked at him, almost sadly. "Everything's going to be okay Kurt."

"Blaine-"

"Stupefy." The African American man had flicked something out of his pocket so fast that Kurt couldn't see what it was. Whatever it was it caused him to fall to the floor instantly, unable to move.

"You said you wouldn't hurt him." Blaine yelled anxiously as the red haired man grabbed onto his arms and restrained him. "Kurt! Kurt!"

"Really Kingsley was that necessary?" The old man said, his frown deepening.

Kingsley shrugged. "The boy is fine, the spell will wear off by the time his parents return home."

The old man sighed, "While I don't condone your methods I'm afraid you're right. We are indeed pressed for time. Mr. Weasley help Mr. Potter if you may."

Weasley nodded, as he pulled out a spare scrap of paper. Blaine's attention was still on Kurt so he barely noticed when the man pressed his hand against the paper. He didn't notice anything until a strange tightening feeling started to occur, as if he was being pressed into a tiny box.

The next thing Blaine knew he was on the floor of a musty old room. "Fuck, what was that?" he felt like he was going to throw up, or at least have his stomach drop.

He glared as he heard laughter from above him, the red haired man already up on his feet.

The red haired man, Weasley crouched down until he was eye-level with the still dizzy boy. "You don't remember still, do you?"

"What are you talking about?" The man, helped him to his feet without saying anything more.

Blaine allowed himself to take a more in depth look of the room. Old out of date posters of women in bikini's and other various states of dress covered the walls, a motorcycle magazine was on the floor. It reminded him of David's dorm room, if 1970's styled. "It looks familiar."

Weasley laughed, "that's not too surprising. Dinner will be in half an hour Potter."

"Anderson." Blaine corrected and then flushed. He was sure that correcting one of your kidnappers wasn't the best way to insure your survival. Though these men didn't seem like your average kidnappers but Blaine couldn't be sure.

The man smiled again, the warm expression in his eyes strange. It looked like he was going to say more, with one hand lingering on the doorframe but he just shook his head and closed the door.

When Blaine went over and tested it, he found it locked though he hadn't expected anything else.

He didn't sit on the bed still wary of it, but sat until his back was against the wall, directly across from the door. He hadn't planned this out aside from keeping Kurt safe. Which was surprising because Blaine was very meticulous when planning anything, Kurt laughed and said he over thought everything.

Not this time.

He hoped Kurt was okay, the image of his prone form was still stuck in his head, with Kurt looking eerily similar to a dead body. Blaine shuddered and closed his eyes, he wouldn't think like that.

How was he supposed to escape?

He didn't know where he was or how they'd even gotten him here. Everything had happened so fast. There was one window but he was on the second story at least, and he'd never been particularly athletic.

Blaine knew there was very little he could do. He was not particularly cunning enough to think up an escape plan and he was not strong enough to fight them if he had to. Blaine wasn't even brave enough to try.

They really had taken the best 'hostage' hadn't they?

"I hope Kurt's okay." He said softly, counting the tiles and trying furtively to think of an escape plan.

He must have dozed off because the next thing he knew, a pair of brown eyes were staring at him curiously. Blaine jumped, knocking over a set of magazines and stared at the girl with wide eyes.

She was of average height, with dark curly hair and was slender but looked able to take care of herself. She didn't look much like someone being held captive. "Hullo." she said softly, her accent showing up clearly.

"Have they kidnapped you too?" he blurted out.

The girl looked startled and then she started laughing. "Not exactly."

"Oh." Blaine stood up, feeling the politeness that was ingrained in him. "I'm Blaine, Blaine Anderson."

The girl smiled as if she knew something funny and held out her hand. "Hermione Granger, nice to meet you."

"Not to be rude but what do you want exactly?" Blaine really was bad at being this silent scared hostage. But he couldn't help it. Something felt off about this situation and these people. They didn't feel like bad people but Blaine could be oblivious sometimes and wasn't a particularly good judge of character.

"It's time for dinner, are you hungry?"

Blaine frowned but said nothing as he was lead down stairs. Maybe he'd get to see where the door was at least.

The house was as clean as the rest of the bedroom-a place which had obviously been dirty for many reason and had then been grudgingly cleaned. Blaine almost swore when he saw the strange creature's heads hanging off a wall but he managed. Eventually Hermione led him into a tiny kitchen. Already inside was the Old man, Weasley, an older redheaded couple, and a tall lanky-limbed teenager.

Blaine did swear when he finally reached the end of the table. "Mom? Dad?" he almost shrieked, eyes widening in surprise.

His parents Christina and Samuel Anderson did not looked surprised or nervous at the sight of him but tense frowns were on both of their faces. In his mother's lap sat Teddy, happily unaware of the situation around him.

He looked accusingly at the old man. "You kidnapped my family." he hissed.

"Blaine." his mother spoke up, her voice calm and collected, steady. "We weren't kidnapped."

Blaine blinked at her in shock. "You know these people?"

His father looked uncomfortable, and as exhausted as he always did. "It's hard to explain."

"Blaine, please sit down." The old man said jovially, unaware or uncaring of the teenage boy glaring at him.

Blaine looked at both his parents and then grudgingly sat down next to Hermione and his mother.

Dinner was an awkward affair with Blaine unable to decide who to look or glare at. The entire situation had shaken his grounding and he wasn't sure of anything. All he knew was that he wanted Kurt, wanted to know desperately that he was fine.

"What's going on?" Blaine said quietly to his mother as dinner ended. "I don't understand any of this."

She sighed, "You'll understand everything by tomorrow I promise. You just have to trust me, you do trust me don't you."

Blaine stared at her surprised. "You're my mother, of course I do."

She winced and then shook her head. "Happy birthday Blaine." and with that she walked up the stairs carrying a fast asleep toddler.

He wasn't sure how long he stood there feeling more confused than ever but eventually he moved, walking over to the large dinning room like area. The doors were closed but when he pressed his ears up against it he could faintly hear.

"he'll react like he always does I expect." a gruff voice said and it took Blaine a minute to realize it was his dad talking.

"…Really think so?….Of course…."

"….I know…but…"

He shook his head and moved away from the door as the words grew fainter and harder to hear. It's not like it mattered. He was still stuck in this strange place and knowing why wouldn't change that.

"Blaine?" It was Hermione and standing next to her was the redhead who had been introduced as Ron. Ron had snuck glances at Blaine all dinner without directly looking or acknowledging his presence.

"Oh hi, I was just about to go to sleep. Night." He said hurriedly, nearly racing up the stairs and shocking the duo.

Blaine didn't let out a sigh of relief until he'd closed the door behind him. He wasn't sure what to make of anyone and he knew he couldn't trust anyone, not even his parents, until he figured out the truth.

Blaine, still dressed in his nice clothes from earlier, crawled onto the bed and pulled the dusty covers around him. He was tired of all of this and some part of him desperately wished this was all just a very strange dream.

He'd just fallen asleep at Kurt's, that was all. And any minute he would slowly wake up to the feel of his boyfriend running a hand through his hair, he'd waken up and see blue eyes staring at him, a smile on his face.

The image of Kurt smiling and happy stayed with him even as he fell into a deep sleep, body still tightly curled around the blanket.

Hours later if he'd brought his customary Dalton Academy watch with him then he would have noticed something peculiar as the time slowly rolled over to midnight. If he'd been awake of course.

Blaine's dark gelled hair lengthened-becoming darker and growing into a wild mess. His face became more angular, and if they had been open his eyes would have been a peculiar almost strange shade of green. Blaine's tiny frame slowly lengthened as well, and thinned out, turning him into a rail thin boy with knobby knees and angular limbs. His skin darkened a bit and various scars started to appear on his body, the most prominent being a lightening bolt one near the middle of his forehead.

The former Mr. Blaine Anderson wasn't awake however and wouldn't notice the changes until the next morning.

"Happy Birthday Harry." Hermione whispered as she and Ron quietly closed the door, relief blooming in their hearts. Their friend was finally home.

-end-

I realize other people have done Harry is Blaine before but this one has a twist. This one is also not "Glee club visits Hogwarts." (I really don't like those kinds of stories)

And yes Dumbledore is alive, but I really couldn't picture anyone else being in charge of the order and such. This is set after OOTP but not after HBP, so things will be explained.

So I hope you enjoy.