(A/N: ...I'm alive? *checks pulse* Dear Merlin, I am! I still don't own Glee, Harry Potter, or any song I may mention. Thanks for bearing with me!)

Chapter 6: Highs and Lows (In Temperature)

After spending the whole night planning what he hoped would be the perfect first date (and having Hermione review it), Harry walked into McKinley with a nervous smile on his face.

Taking his usual seat next to Kurt he said, "Make sure to dress casually tonight and don't forget a light jacket."

Kurt smiled somewhat coyly and asked, "Oh? And might I ask where we are going?"

Harry smirked mischievously and replied, "You can ask….. doesn't mean I'll tell you. It's a surprise; one I hope you'll enjoy."

Kurt squealed a little and began rapidly texting, presumably discussing outfit options with 'his girls.'

/***/

During a passing period when Kurt was distracted, Harry slipped into the boy's locker room with a vial, a hairpin, and eyes glowing with vengeance.

Justice was about to occur.

/***/

Harry rushed home after school to finish up the last moment preparations for what would hopefully be the best night of his life thus far. At five, Hermione forced him to start getting ready instead of fretting about every single detail.

After quickly showering, Harry put on the outfit Hermione had laid out for him. Glancing at the clock, he smiled nervously.

It was time to go.

/**Kurt POV**/

Getting ready had been a bit of a trial as Finn had been monopolizing the bathroom since he had returned home. Someone had dyed his hair hot pink and apparently each time he tried to wash it out, the color got brighter. Kurt suspected that it might be because Finn hadn't thought of switching shampoos and the one he was using was the same one he took to school for showering after football and therefore probably the thing contaminated with the dye in the first place. He didn't feel charitable enough to mention this to his potential brother as he himself was having to use his own smaller mirror to get ready for his first date.

He squealed a little at the thought of the fact that he was going on a date.

As he added a final layer of hairspray and gave himself a final look over for any flaws, he thought of the boy who would hopefully be his boyfriend soon. Harry, the ridiculously handsome boy with captivating green eyes and an adorable British accent. The kind, brave person who stood up for him before he had even met him. Harry always made him laugh and was willing to listen to Kurt rant about anything from fashion travesties to the bullying he had suffered all his life. Oh, he knew Harry wasn't perfect; the Brit was extremely oblivious to how others felt for him and vice versa. He also was fairly sure that Harry was hiding something rather large about himself from him. However the fact still remains that when the boy realized his feelings, he was shameless in his grand gesture to regain Kurt's affections. And he was also certain that once he gained enough of Harry's trust, he just might be let in on the secret that was lurking behind those emerald eyes.

Just then the door bell rang and before he could even leave his room, he heard his father answer.

Oh dear.

/**Back into Harry POV**/

Harry's eyes widened as Burt Hummel opened the door with a rifle in hand.

"Oh, hello Harry! Sorry, I was just cleaning my rifle along with my marksmanship trophy. Come in!" Burt said with an unsettlingly light voice.

Fairly certain that this man would have made even Moldy-shorts shit himself in fear, Harry gathered his Gryffindor courage and followed the man in. "Thank you, sir."

He sat on the couch and gently placed the bouquet he had carefully selected beside him.

Just then, Kurt came into the room. Harry couldn't have taken his eyes off of him if he tried; Kurt was wearing silvery skinny jeans that looked almost painted on, a light blue dress shirt with a silver bow tie that set off his eyes, a white leather jacket, and some white doc martins that showcased the length of those amazing legs. Burt cleared his throat at the teen who was ogling his son.

Harry immediately stood and presented Kurt with the bouquet. "You look- Wow! Er, I mean, here these are for you; you look amazing Kurt."

Kurt blushed as he accepted the flowers, "You don't look too bad yourself! These flowers are lovely, but I'm curious. I've never seen a bouquet with this combination before. Where did you get them?"

Harry was blushing too. "Well since Sirius named me his heir, I've had to learn a lot of odd nobility things. That includes the language of flowers. I selected thornless lavender roses and blue violets. I'll tell you about their meaning later when your father isn't in the room with a rifle within reach."

Kurt turned to his dad and glared, "Put that gun away now, dad! What the prada is wrong with you?"

Burt laughed and said, "Nothing kid, it's just my job to scare anyone you date within an inch of their life. I've had my fun, don't worry about it." He turned to Harry. "Just have him home by 10 and my rifle won't be making a reappearance."

"Dad!"

"It's alright, Kurt. Let's go." Harry said with a slightly nervous chuckle.

Kurt set the flowers in a vase and then took Harry's hand as he held the door open for him.

After the door closed, Kurt asked, "Sooooo, what did those flowers mean?"

Harry laughed, "Alright, I'll tell you. Lavender roses mean enchantment and thornless roses mean love at first sight. Blue violets mean faithfulness or 'I'll always be true.'"

Kurt blushed brilliantly and asked, "That's so sweet. Why didn't you want to mention that in front of dad?"

Harry stared, he might be the King of being oblivious but he knew a couple of things with certainty, "He would either shoot me for being some sort of suave Casanova or endlessly take the piss out of me for being such a sap. I'm the bloke who has the audacity to go out with his only son, after all."

As Harry unlocked the car he had borrowed from Remus, he decided that one of his new favorite past times is making Kurt blush.

Kurt seemed to have gathered himself because he asked, "No motorcycle tonight?"

Harry smirked, "I didn't reckon you would appreciate what a helmet would do to your hair."

Kurt smirked right back, "Well, not all of us can pull off the wet mop look you're sporting."

He laughed at the well executed quip and responded, "Well, I lost track of time making sure everything was perfect!"

Gorgeous eyes danced with an endearing combination of concern and amusement, "You're going to catch a cold like that."

Harry smiled as they pulled out of the driveway. "Trust me, it would be worth it."

/****/

Hearing Kurt's delighted gasp as they approached the picnic he had set up underneath a tree in the clearing where he usually went flying, Harry gave himself a mental pat on the back. Almost falling out of the tree putting up the paper lanterns was so worth being able to see the brilliant smile on Kurt's face.

"I hope you don't mind, I thought we'd have dinner underneath the stars." Harry smiled, pulling his stunned date toward the blanket he had laid out. "Wait here, I'll grab the basket."

/****/

As they nibbled the finger foods Harry had prepared, Kurt asked, "So what made you think of doing this?"

Harry smiled, "I wanted tonight to be special with no unwanted interruptions and this is one of my favorite places come and just, I dunno, breathe."

Kurt grabbed his hand and smiled, "Thanks for sharing it with me."

Their conversation flowed from there as naturally as it always had and the quiet clearing was filled with the sound of their soft speaking and laughter.

/****/

Standing outside Kurt's front door, Harry grinned and asked, "So, do you think that date was kiss-worthy?"

Kurt smirked as the two of them got closer, "I suppose..."

Their lips touched and Harry's brain short-circuited. He pulled Kurt closer and felt Kurt run his fingers through his hair when they were interrupted by a certain flamingo-haired quarterback cheering, "Woo! Go Kurtie!"

The broke apart with flaming faces. Kurt yelled back, "Mind your own business, Beauty School Drop Out!"

Harry couldn't hide the smirk that came to his face at the musical themed insult that was just so- Kurt.

The curtains shifted back as their audience left. Kurt seemed to have thought he looked too satisfied with himself, because he asked, "You had something to do with his hair, didn't you?"

Harry's smirk widened, "He was a royal twat to you about the duet competition, I couldn't let that go unpunished."

Kurt gave him a look that was a mixture of amusement and disapproval. "You know, it's thanks to your vengeance for me that I had to use the small mirror tonight."

Harry's grin faded. He hadn't thought about the fact that he might have inconvenienced Kurt. How could he make this up to him? How much was a full wall mirror?-

Harry was snapped out of these thoughts by Kurt's ridiculously soft lips brushing his own.

Kurt's eyes were alight with amusement. "I'm not really upset. You'll just have to make up for it on our next date!"

And then the minx winked and disappeared behind the door.

/****/

Remus and Sirius were sitting on the couch pretending to not be staring at the clock when Harry got home, a grin still plastered on his face.

"It went well, I take it?" Sirius smirked, obviously amused at Harry's inability to stand still.

"It was perfect!" Harry exclaimed.

And then he sneezed.

Shit.

/****/

Harry felt like death. He had indeed caught a severe cold or possibly even the flu since it was Monday and he could no more get out of bed than apparate to the moon.

Remus had called the school to let them know Harry was ill and wouldn't be in for a couple of days. The flu was unfortunately something that wizards were not immune to like most muggle illnesses.

Harry grabbed his phone when it beeped indicating that he had a message. It was from Kurt. Holding it close to his face so he could see it without his glasses, he read:

Where are you?

Harry coughed and groaned as he sat up to grab his glasses so he could type without poking his eyes out, as close as he needed his phone without them.

I'm sick. Turns out you were right about the whole wet hair thing.

His phone buzzed what seemed like less than a second later.

Poor baby. :( Do you want me to bring you all of your work?

Harry frowned.

I don't want you to get sick.

Again, his phone buzzed at an alarming speed.

I want to do this. Look, I can leave your work downstairs if it will make you feel better about it. But you have to let me try to care for you somehow. It's what boyfriends do, right?

Harry inhaled in surprise, which set off a coughing fit. Boyfriends? Could he be that lucky?

His phone buzzed again.

We… are boyfriends, right?…..

Harry fumbled to respond before Kurt could freak out too much.

I would like nothing more than to be your boyfriend.

When Harry didn't get a response, he assumed that class had started and Kurt's focus was elsewhere.

He decided to take a nap.

/****/

More hours than he'd like to admit later, he woke up and glanced at his phone. No messages. He'd have to talk to Kurt once he got better.

/****/

(A/N: So, yeah. I have been remiss when it comes to updating this story. Life has been a bit crazy these past few years with a lot of moving, changing jobs, and the rollercoaster that is my mental health. But I never forgot this story and finally I was able to grit my teeth and finish this chapter after picking away at it here and there. Let me know what you guys think!)