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Harry practically skipped to his car after school that day. He couldn't wait to get home and floo call everyone about his success. He honestly was surprised by the praise he received; Harry hadn't thought he was that good. He'd only ever really sung when Teddy was being fussy.
The Boy-who-lived waited calmly for the traffic to let up in the parking lot, and as he waited, he reviewed his plan in his head. When he first came to Lima, Ohio he'd been shocked by the close-minded community. Sure, he knew muggles weren't as accepting as wizards; magic had given them a way around the whole "guys can't give birth" dilema. Muggle technology hadn't been so generous. Not that Harry ever wanted to carry a child. No, he loved kids but was rather fond of his abs as well. There were plenty of ways to have a family, and at the moment he himself had four little ones. Did he have a flabby body? No, his was still killer. With that thought he happily poked at his tight tummy as he pulled out into the line of cars leaving the school.
So, Lima was 'Home of the Homophobes' and he was a homo. Obvious problem there, that needed to be rectified as soon as possible. Then came the Plan. He immediately joined the most prominent sport still in season to make a name for himself, and that sport had been basketball. Harry had been exponentially happy he had made sure he was proficient in every position in the Quidditch pitch during his time as captain, because without his chaser skills he would have never made a basket at tryouts. The rest of the game came naturally to him as he enjoyed any kind of running, plus his reflexes were as sharp as ever. By the end of the season he had asserted himself as a leader among the team with his charisma and athletic talent making it simple. As the star of the team he also gained social leverage allowing him to say or do pretty much anything he wanted to do or not do, such as bullying.
Once Harry had gotten himself out of the pressure to bully others he began hinting and putting pressure on his teammates NOT to pick on others. Then he when basket ball was over he did the same with the soccer team, at the moment he was working on the baseball team where he was the best hitter due to his bludger experience. After having two teams behind him he began spreading web to the Cheerios.
The young raven haired man had finally made it out of the parking lot by this time and was on his way to pick Tom and Bella up from daycare, he had insisted they go so as to socialize and play with other kids their age. Harry pulled into a parking space outside of Lima's only daycare that he could find that had never been closed for any amount of time due to health code violation. He quickly made his way in to the front desk, conscious of the fact he was a good five minutes late. While it wasn't a big deal to most he knew Tom wouldn't drop the subject easily, that kid was way too uptight.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Black!" chirped a flirty receptionist in her early twenties, her eyelashes fluttering up a storm. Did rapid blinking actually work on some people?
"How were my little monsters tod-AH!" he was cut off as a blurry, dark mass of hair barreled into his legs.
"Daddy!" the little girl cried in delight, a little boy followed her solemnly and greeted his guardian with a stoic, "You're late".
"I love you sooooo much daddy, you're the best daddy ANYone could ask for, ever!" she continued, grinning up at him so hard he was sure it hurt.
"What did she do?"
"Your late," the dark haired boy repeated dully, refusing to answer.
"Merlin, I know and I'm sorry. What did Bella do, Tom?" Harry replied exasperated at both of the four year olds' antics.
"Apologizing doesn't change the fact you were late." He blinked a few times at his father's stern look before his shoulders slumped in defeat, "She cut off a girl's pigtails and two other girls' ponytails."
"But daddy I did them a favor! Their hair was so ugly!" she cried pitifully.
"I'll deal with you when we get home, young lady," he said, trying to keep the smile from his face.
He turned to scoop Tom up in his arms, bid the receptionist good bye, and was out the door with Bella's hand in his. "You know, just because their hair isn't black doesn't mean it's ugly, in fact some people prefer it. Anyway that's no excuse to be mean, there's never an excuse to be mean unless you or someone else was hurt, understand?" he looked her straight in the face from his position fastening her into her car seat.
The little girl nodded with a cute pout on her little face.
"Should I be worried that you can buckle yourself into your own seat?" Harry inquired the little dark hair boy who looked stunned for a moment before he remembered he was mad at the older male. His head snapped to look out his own window, away from Harry and Bella.
"You were LATE!" he cried indignantly.
"Daddy, how could anyone like icky pale hair better than ours?" Bella asked, truly unable to see the appeal of fair hair.
"It's possible, sweetie. In fact, I have a crush on someone with hair so light it's almost blonde," the green eyed man informed his little girl as he pulled out of the daycare center.
"EW!"
"';,..,;'"
"A Statement." Shcue declared as he scribbled the word out on to the board. "Something this club was born from that I feel we've lost. So this week we're getting back to our roots. I'll split you up into small groups with whom you'll perform, the best group performance will be the one we all do for the Talent Show next week." Rachel perked at this, evil wheels already turning in her head.
"Okay, guys. First is Mercedes, Rachel, Kurt, Mike, and Tina." Each pair shot pleased smiles at their director.
"Next is Sam, Quinn, Puck, Finn, and Lauren." Quinn received a glare from Rachel for being grouped with her boyfriend.
"And finally Brittany, James, Santana, and Artie." Santana's face was split by an evil grin at this, which made Harry a little nervous.
Once they were dismissed, James made his way towards where Santana had gathered Artie and Brittany near her.
"Sexy Back," she said shortly as he joined circle time.
"Okay, why?" he inquired.
"You can sing, Artie can rap, and Brittany and I bring the sexy," she smirked.
"Oh, I can't bring any sexy, then?" his cocky grin sneaking onto his face.
"You're too sexy to be a shark though. It would be mean to tease." Brittany mumbled, inspecting her shoe.
"But I LOVE to tease!" he cried with a pout. He'd been around Bella too long not to have picked up some of her quirks.
"Be quiet Brit...both of you. Where can we practice?" Santana looked at Artie, obviously expecting him to volunteer his home.
"How about my place?" chirped James.
"Is it wheelchair friendly?" asked Artie sarcastically.
"The garage is; that's the only place we could really have room to move about as well," he replied evenly, "Look guys, I have Littlies, so it's come to my house or pack up the brood and bring them with me. Two of such young ones are waiting to be picked up so I better go. Here's my address, come over around five so I can make dinner and get someone to mind them while we practice." With that he turned on his heel and was gone, out the door.
"Did you think he meant, like, HIS kids?" Artie inquired as he watched the other leave.
"';,..,;'"
A little boy that looked like he came straight from a horror movie answered the door with a blank stare.
"I'm Santana. Is this James's house?" the Latina asked, Brittany mumbling something about wizards and clocks next to her.
"Father, you have guests," the boy spoke in a tone as flat as his stare. Then a pair of tan arms came from behind the door to scoop the boy into an equally tan, well-muscled, shirtless chest.
"Hey guys, come on in, I'll be ready in a minute," he said as he began to tell the little boy about what he'd made for dinner, the boys eyes grew bigger with each dish and was practically drooling. He wasn't nearly as creepy now that he was acting like a kid. James set him down so that he could run to the kitchen to get his food.
"Sorry about my state of dress, Teddy decided to try out a little target practice," he informed them as he pulled a shirt over his head, "Well, Mrs. Weasley is in there with them so we can head to the garage and wait for Artie."
"';,..,;'"
Harry actually quite enjoyed rehersal, he hadn't known he could dance so well, though it took him a few tries to get the whole move while singing thing down.
"Okay guys, one more time," called Brittany, who was surprisingly serious about performing.
Harry started in the middle and as he began to sing the girls stalked towards him.
I'm bringing sexy back
Them other boys don't know how to act
I think you're special, what's behind your back?
So turn around and I'll pick up the slack.
He stood still as the girls danced on and around him like he was a human pole.
Take 'em to the bridge Dirty babe Take 'em to the chorus
You see the shackles
Baby I'm your slave
I'll let you whip me if I misbehave
It's just that no one makes me feel this way
The girls broke off Harry and began to do the rest of their routine alongside Harry.
Come here girl
Go ahead, be gone with it
Come to the back
Go ahead, be gone with it
VIP
Go ahead, be gone with it
Drinks on me
Go ahead, be gone with it
Let me see what you're twerking with
Go ahead, be gone with it
Look at those hips
Go ahead, be gone with it
You make me smile
Go ahead, be gone with it
Go ahead child
Go ahead, be gone with it
And get your sexy on
Go ahead, be gone with it
Each girl took a boy to dance with at this point.
Get your sexy on
Go ahead, be gone with it
Get your sexy on
Go ahead, be gone with it
Get your sexy on
Go ahead, be gone with it
Get your sexy on
Go ahead, be gone with it
Get your sexy on
Go ahead, be gone with it
Get your sexy on Get your sexy on I'm bringing sexy back Take 'em to the bridge Dirty babe
Go ahead, be gone with it
Them other fuckers don't know how to act
Come let me make up for the things you lack
'Cause you're burning up I gotta get it fast
You see the shackles
Baby I'm your slave
I'll let you whip me if I misbehave
It's just that no one makes me feel this way
Harry took the lead dancing for a few second before the girls joined him again.
Come here girl I'm bringing sexy back Take 'em to the chorus Come here girl
Go ahead, be gone with it
Come to the back
Go ahead, be gone with it
VIP
Go ahead, be gone with it
Drinks on me
Go ahead, be gone with it
Let me see what you're twerking with
Go ahead, be gone with it
Look at those hips
Go ahead, be gone with it
You make me smile
Go ahead, be gone with it
Go ahead child
Go ahead, be gone with it
And get your sexy on
Go ahead, be gone with it
You mother fuckers watch how I attack
If that's your girl you better watch your back
Cause she'll burn it up for me and that's a fact
Go ahead, be gone with it
Come to the back
Go ahead, be gone with it
VIP
Go ahead, be gone with it
Drinks on me
Go ahead, be gone with it
Let me see what you're twerking with
Go ahead, be gone with it
Look at those hips
Go ahead, be gone with it
You make me smile
Go ahead, be gone with it
Go ahead child
Go ahead, be gone with it
And get your sexy on
Go ahead, be gone with it
The routine ended with the girls in Artie's lap with Harry behind them.
"Yeah we're gonna kill." and they did, but for fear of another sex-riot Mr. Schue went with Kurt and Rachel's team's performance of "My Hips Won't Lie". Damn Schue…but Harry did like watching Kurt dance.
AN I LOVE you guys! everyone that reviewed is just awesome (with the exception of the mean meany-butt) and I wish thank each of you by name but there were just too many! I honestly didn't put much effort into the first chapter because I really wasn't expecting such a response so thanks and I hope you stick around to enjoy the rest of the story. Also I'm very open to anyone with question, concerns, or advice so please leave a review if you feel the need. :)
-Dye