Harry's Appearance: To me Harry doesn't look like 'canon' Harry. Because for as long as I have been reading the books, I've always imagined Harry a certain way in my head and to me, Daniel Radcliffe doesn't look like what I think Harry should look like. Plus, he isn't tall at all and Rowling did say he got really tall in the last two books and Radcliffe is like two inches smaller than Hermione. Add the fact that I've read so many stories where Harry is so effeminate he is basically a girl with no boobs, and I hate those stories so much. They might as well just make it a fem!Harry story. So to me Harry looks very masculine and is just over six foot tall, six foot one or two maybe. Oh and don't worry. No taped glasses. He has discovered that they are awful so now owns small sexy looking rectangular glasses. ;)

Top and Bottom?: This will be a dominant Harry story. Sorry, but some characters I just can't imagine dominant and Kurt is one of them...I just can't see it and I usually avoid anything Top!Kurt. It just doesn't seem right to me

Ginny: Yes, I don't like Ginny at all. I've just never liked the character and fanfiction has fuelled that hate and made it stronger. So sorry, Ginny fans. But then again, she has to be kicked out for Kurt to come along, so it all works out, doesn't it?

AN: Thank you every else who reviewed, alerted and favourited. I seriously love you all. I mean, I woke up the day after posting it, looked at my inbox and went O.O I got about thirty reviews within a day after posting it. I love you guys! I've never gotten so many reviews for just the first chapter or even prologue of a story before!

AN2: Be aware, I'm kind of making this up as I go along, so updates won't be really close together. But I've got somewhat of a plan to it and it seems to be about 11 or 12 chapters overall but that might change as it goes along.

AN3: This story is mostly set in an alternate Season 2 (quite a bit as well, as I didn't know that Finn and Carole don't live with Kurt and Burt. Here they do). This chapter is set about nine months before the start of season 2.

An4: In this chapter it goes to Harry's POV, then Hermione's and the back to Harry's for the rest of the chapter. Hope it doesn't confuse anyone. It's quite an easy transition through.

Disclaimer- I don't own Harry Potter, Glee or any songs that appear in this fic.

Chapter One – Ordinary Day

Just a day, just an ordinary day
Just tryin' to get by.
Just a boy, just an ordinary boy
But he was looking to the sky

He always knew that Hermione was closer to him than anyone. Of course, she knew nothing about sports like the Weasley boys did, but she knew him. That was good enough.

So at Christmas when he got presents from the twins joke shop franchise (the newest and unreleased stuff apparently, since he was actually a partner in the business), the usual sweater from Mrs Weasley, a book on Quidditch from Ron, some French aftershave from a heavily pregnant Fleur and Bill which he actually kind of liked. From Hermione, however, he got an entire box of travelling equipment; a map of America, others of close ups of the states he wished to see most (California, New York), a small roll of American dollars and to his amusement, a tiny first aid and even a little sewing kit. He whistled softly under his breath as he pulled out the last gift in the box, a silver watch with roman numerals etched around the edges similar to the one he got for his seventeenth birthday.

"Hermione...thanks so much," he breathed in damn near awe. He pulled the watch from its casing and held it in his hands. It was light despite its bulky appearance.

"And the watch?" Hermione added, gesturing to it. "It's magical so whenever you go into a different time zone, it changes it for you," She fiddled with the large dial on the right hand side of the watch and the dials began to move swiftly around before stopping. "I thought it would come in handy, because there's like a five hour time difference from LA and New York and it saves having to change the watch you already have-"

Hermione squawked in shock as Harry grabbed her and pulled her towards him. He kissed her cheek fiercely and pulled her into a tight hug. She smiled and wrapped her arms around his waist. "You're welcome". He kissed her on the cheek once more before letting her go.

He undid the gold watch around his wrist and dropped it into his jeans pocket. With ease, he slid the new silver watch around his wrist and fastened it to the appropriate size. Hermione positively glowed with happiness.

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"So, Harry wants to go to America? Wish I could go with him," Tonks said, shaking her head in disappointment. They had just finished Christmas dinner and the handing out of all the presents. Hermione had stored hers in Ginny's bedroom where she was to be staying the night until going to her own parents in the morning. She had returned to the sitting room where most others were sitting, apart from Mrs Weasley who was tidying up and somehow roped Fleur into doing it; though the French woman was not happy about it at all. Hermione could hear her cursing in French from where she was sitting in the living room. Tonks seemed to be the only one interested and wondering about why Hermione gave Harry such Christmas presents, so Hermione had decided to tell her of Harry's planned trip. "My boss has been riding my arse about everything. Ever since I knocked over that paperwork of his desk"

"Well, it was like three feet high..." Hermione began, having heard this story from Tonks before. "So, you can't blame him"

Tonks just shrugged, sipping her eggnog. "So what brings Boy Wonder to the US of A?" she asked, swirling her straw around the cup.

Hermione glanced around the room quickly, seeing Harry was paying them no attention and was caught up in a conversation with Fred and George about the joke shop, Ginny scowling on the seat beside him, before pulling the photo out of her pocket. "Don't tell Harry I have this but..." she flipped the photo over and showed it to the Metamorphogus, who gasped.

"Oh, he's so cute" she cooed, putting her cup on the table beside her and taking the photo out of the curly haired witch's hands. She gave a soft 'awww' which caused Hermione to giggle.

"I know, right? I melted. Anyway, he's the reason for- well, I think he's the reason that Harry had the desire for going to America," Hermione explained, pointing to Kurt. "You see, Little Kurtie is American"

"I see"

"I don't think Harry does though," Hermione added, frowning. "Ever since he decided to travel, he hasn't once said anything about looking for Kurt. He did finally decide to do it when he remembered Kurt and how...circumstances mucked about with their friendship. Granted, I don't think he knows where Kurt lives; if he was ever told, he sure as hell doesn't remember now. Who would after ten years?" Hermione asked, rhetorically.

"Please," Tonks said, waving her arm offhandedly. "I don't remember the names of boyfriends I dated for four months after about a year. Selective memory. Dump me, the slate is wiped clean, I tell you" she giggled handing the younger witch the photograph. Hermione rolled her eyes, but she couldn't stop the smile spreading across her face. She straightened the photo and carefully put it back inside her pocket. She wondered how she would sneak it back into the frame at Harry's house without him knowing she took it.

She looked forlornly down at her drink. Harry was going to leave in two days, and as far as she could tell, he would be gone for a long time, possibly a whole year with all the places he wished to visit. With a heavy restriction on holidays abroad while growing up, she could see him going mad at every place he visited and staying for weeks on end. He had more than enough money to accomplish it.

She was going to miss him so much. She even missed him now and he was only on the other side of the room. She knew he had to do it, to assert his independence and be impulsive, something he had never had the ability to do before, but that didn't mean she had to be happy about it. Even Tonks was happy for him now, but give it a couple of days and she would miss him herself. Merlin, if Dumbledore was still alive, greatest wizard of all time or not, Hermione would probably kill him herself for what he had done to Harry. Hermione 'hmmped' and downed the rest of her drink.

"What is wrong with you?". Hermione and Tonks, as well as everyone else, looked over to the other side of the room at the sound of Ginny's shriek, the younger witch nearly dropping her cup in surprise. Ginny had leapt to her feet and glared down at the brunet wizard, while her twin brothers not-so-discreetly edging themselves as far away from the young couple as they possibly could without Ginny inferring her wrath upon them.

Thankfully, luck was on their side and they got to the other side of the room without Ginny even noticing.

"Ginevra Weasley" Molly cried, scowling at her daughter, her hands upon her hips as she stormed into the living room, Fleur and Bill on her heels, looking confused. The younger redhead ignored her mother. Harry sighed in annoyance, rubbing his temples, before standing. He stood head and shoulders above the witch now, but it didn't seem to intimidate her in the slightest.

"Ginny, calm d-" Harry began, reaching a hand out to her. The witch slapped it away, her eyes gleaming with anger.

"No! I'm sick of your attitude lately! You won't talk to me, spend all of Christmas day talking about the business, you won't even let me touch you! What the hell is wrong with you?"

"Because I'm leaving!"

Silence met Harry's words, before whispers started amongst the Weasley family, while Ginny stood there dumbfounded. Tonks threw a grimace at Hermione, mouthing the word 'awkward'. Hermione nodded, before pulling a face of her own.

"Harry?" The messy haired brunet looked over to see his best friend step over.

And as he spoke, he spoke, ordinary words
Although they did not feel
For I felt what I had not felt before
And you'd swear those words could heal

"Mate?" Harry glanced up to the redhead, who look confused, his brow furrowed. "What's going on?"

"I'm, er...taking a trip," Harry announced to the room at large. "An extended one really. I'm travelling America, so I'll be gone. For about a year, actually"

"Harry, I thought we settled this nonsense," Ginny sighed, rolling her eyes as if talking to a petulant child. "You were going to have a break and then go to work. When I left school, we were going to go-"

"Don't try and make me change my mind, ok? I've booked the flight. I'm going. In two days. I've decided," Harry resisted the urge to roll his eyes himself. Hermione ignored the sharp pain in her chest at the reminder.

"Harry, dear, isn't this a bit soon?" Molly asked, stepping forward.

"No, it's a holiday. You can go on holiday whenever you want. I'm finally taken control of my life," Hermione grinned as he said that, and winked at him. Harry knew she was the only person who really knew why and it would probably stay that way. The others wouldn't understand. They seemed incapable of finding faults with absolutely anything that Dumbledore had ever done when he was alive and now he was dead, he was sure they wouldn't insult a dead persons memory.

"Well, can't you just put it off?" Ginny rolled her eyes at him, oblivious to the look he and Hermione threw her. "Just till the summer and then we can go together"

"Ginny..." Harry sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, feeling a headache coming along. "Don't decide this for me. I'm sick of everyone deciding things for me. I'm going in two days," he repeated, slowly, wondering why this was so hard for them to understand. "I don't want to go away with you"

The smile slipped off Ginny's face very quickly. She frowned before crossing her arms across her chest. "Why not?"

Harry glanced over her shoulder, remembering that this was Christmas day. So every one of the Weasley's, their girlfriends and spouses, as well as a few friends such as Hermione and Tonks were all standing there, either glaring at him (or in Hermione and Tonks case looking at Ginny with disapproval) or shifting from side to side in the awkwardness of the moment. "Ginny, why don't we talk about this in private?" Harry asked, under his breath, gesturing to the door that led to the kitchen. Should put up silencing charms as well...

"No!" she cried, actually stomping her foot. Harry raised his eyebrows at the action, not actually surprised that she did such an immature action. "We're going to sort this out, right here! Right now! Why don't you want to go with me?"

"Because I don't want to be with you!..." his shoulders slumped as hurt flashed across her eyes and she stumbled back a few steps. He kept his gaze on the floor as he continued. "I may be a little harsh right now, but I don't want to be a couple with you anymore"

"...excuse me?" Ginny whispered.

"I just don't...think that this is working," he muttered, staring fixedly at the tear in the toes of his trainers. "At all. I'm-I'm really sorry," Harry admitted, honestly. "I didn't plan this to happen. Not on Christmas day. Not...in front of everyone," he briefly looked at them all before tearing his gaze away once more; he couldn't stand the looks anymore.

"Maybe we should...go," Hermione muttered, and with a nod of affirmation from Harry, began to shuffle everyone out of the room, most of them looking awkward about the situation, Molly looking upset and near tears at the thought of her daughter losing her boyfriend. Ron stayed and glared at Harry harshly, who was beginning to find it hard to look him in the eye. "Ron. Ron!" Hermione hissed, grabbing the redhead's arm and dragging him out of the room. Harry could hear them arguing himself from behind the door.

"There's someone else, isn't there?" Ginny said, crossing her arms over her chest.

Harry sighed. "No...There's never been anyone else. I just...need some time on my own. These past few years have been...so crazy, Gin. I need to have a break," Harry pleaded, inwardly begging the girl to understand; he didn't want to have a messy goodbye, and he could see that this was going to happen if he didn't take action.

"I thought you were having one!" Ginny snapped, her face getting stonier and stonier by the second.

"Sitting around the house doing nothing isn't a break. That's an extended weekend off. I mean, going out, having some fun. I don't even remember what fun is anymore," Harry added, with a forced laugh at the situation. "I want to wander aimlessly across America. See what all the fuss is about over there. Get lost in New York City"

"Why?" the redhead complained.

"So I'll know for sure that not everything in my life is controlled by someone. I'm making my own destiny now! There's nothing that you or anybody to say that will make me change my mind!" He thought for a moment on telling her everything. Maybe she would understand if he explained it properly to her. But what she said next made him realise it wouldn't matter anyway.

"Why-?"

"No!" Harry snarled, making the redhead jump. She stepped back, her eyes wide in shock, her previous frosty attitude towards him seemed to be gone. "Goddammit, Ginny! You just don't get it! That's why I don't want to be with you! I'm sorry, but I want to be with someone who gets me, what I need! Who I can give what they need! You're never happy, no matter what I do for you! So that's it. It's over," Harry said, with finality. "We're done". He threw her one last glance, seeing the realization fill her eyes as the words began to sink in, before grabbing his coat of the hook.

"Harry!" Ginny screamed after the rapidly moving brunet. She ran to the door after him and followed him into the back yard. She reached for him, but he had already Apparated away from her. "Harry!"

Take my hand, live while you can
Don't you see your dreams lie right in the palm of your hand,

in the palm of your hand

Harry dropped his suitcase beside the cab and the driver took it and placed it into the open trunk of the car. Harry checked for the hundredth time that his new passport, plane ticket to Atlanta, Georgia (he thought of for his trip, he would start out small; all the major cities he wanted to visit would be broken up with smaller ones). He took once last look across the square where Grimmauld Place was shrinking out of his view, already invisible to all the Muggles surrounding it. He wouldn't be seeing it again for a while. He wasn't sure whether or not to miss it. It felt so independent living in a house that belonged to him, but he was as lonely as hell there, living on his own.

"Thanks, mate" he said to the driver who nodded before climbing in the front seat. Harry rolled his eyes, opening the back door and climbing in himself. He only put on his seatbelt before jumping in surprise as the door across from him opened and someone else climbed in, throwing a duffle bag in before them.

"Room for a little 'un?" Hermione asked, grinning.

"Herm..." Harry began, shocked at the turn of events; Hermione had expressed a desire on how she wanted a vacation and how she would miss him but he didn't believe she wished to join his aimless and basically unplanned trek across the states. "What are you doing?"

"Coming with you. Don't worry. I've got myself a ticket," she said with a gleeful smile, pulling out the small leaflet of her jacket pocket and waving it in Harry's face. "I memorised your flight information. Sorry" she added, at his raised eyebrow.

"Hermione, you don't have to do this" Harry explained, wondering if she just didn't want him to be alone; he didn't want her to put herself out there for him.

"Seriously? Have you not heard of the ministry in America?" she exclaimed, excitedly. "Think of the stuff I'm going to learn, Harry. So come on lets go" she added, quickly, gesturing to the driver with a smile, who was frowning at the two teens, unsure if he should listen to Hermione's order or wait for Harry to say something.

Harry remained silent, pondering. Hermione coming with him would keep some familiarity to his journey. She would know exactly what to do in so many different situations; he was too awkward and nervous at times and she would be able to sort things out for him if it ever happened at an inopportune moment. He would love to take this journey with a friend.

"It's ok," Hermione pressed, misinterpreting Harry's look for one of hesitation. "I've spoken to my parents AND my boss. They all say it's ok. They're surprised we were all determined to work straight after ending the war anyway. There was a lot to do with to begin with so I did my bit. Now I'm having a break too..." her smile wavered at Harry's insistent look. "I don't want you to go on your own," Hermione admitted, under Harry's unwavering stare. She began to wring her hands together and stared down at her lap. "Bad stuff happens when we go on our own in new places" Harry flinched, remembering when he, Ron and Hermione had been separated during the war. It was only for a couple of months but things were different for a while upon their returning. The stress of the war without any comfort from friends, wasn't particularly good for any of them."And I kind of need a break from Ron" she muttered in an undertone, not wanting Harry to really know. But he heard all right.

"Oh, so that's why" Harry said, rolling his eyes, but he couldn't stop the smirk that spread across his lips.

"Hey!" the witch cried, swatting him on the arm.

"Are we going or not?" the driver snapped in annoyance stopping the two from their little 'spat'. Harry glanced to Hermione who shot him a pleading look. He leaned closer to the driver.

"Gatwick airport, please. The self proclaimed 'little 'un' is coming too"

Hermione gripped his hand so tight, he was sure he would have bruises there for a while afterwards. But it didn't matter; it would prove that he wasn't alone at least.

Please come with me, see what I see
Touch the stars for time will not flee

Time will not flee, can't you see

AN: Midnightwolf2192- I'd considered Hermione going to the States with Harry since I decided to send him there. Considering pairing her with one of the Glee Guys, I'm not sure. I might keep her single or have a little romance, I'll see where inspiration takes me. The main focus is Harry/Kurt and I don't want to pull away from that

Date: 23/11/10

Words: 3,181

Chapter: (02/?)

AN2: Sorry for those who wanted Dumbledore to die; he's already dead.

AN3: But on happy news, I made a little Harry/Kurt video on Youtube, after seeing how adorable Little Kurt was in Grilled Cheesus and it's based around this story. It's a little fluffy song and video. I used Drew Fuller as Harry because he's the closest i could get to what I thought Harry would look better as. Plus, i always thought he was almost boyishly handsome which is what i think of Harry as, too. Link for those who wish to see it is on my profile under Love Verse. I suppose it contains a spoiler for this story. Not a big one but...it's there. Sadly, it doesn't work in Germany =(

And who else went 'awwww' when they say Kurt and Burt having a tea party? I freaking bawled my eyes out during that episode. They got such a good likeness of Kurt for little him.