When Kurt started Dalton he never expected to have a room mate so late into his transfer, but it wasn't unappreciated. After his dad dropped him off with a bone crushing hug and a "Remember, no one pushes the Hummels around." He'd been guided through the halls which he remembered running through with Blaine when he visited a few weeks before.
"Ready to meet your roommate?" Blaine asked, leading Kurt up the spiral staircase. "Roommate?" The taller boy asked, tilting his head slightly. "Yeah, just to help you settle in, sort of like a buddy system I suppose" The Warbler nodded, heading right and walking down a long corridor for wooden doors. The light tapping of designer shoes silenced by the worn red carpet. "He's a Warbler, but something tells me you two will get along perfectly" Blaine added with a grin, causing Kurt to raise an eyebrow.
The shorter boy stopped in front of the last door, a familiar beat of music coming from behind the dark wood. Blaine knocked with a small beat that would usually annoy Kurt, but it just made him like the other boy even more. He jumped as he heard a dull thud and a soft groan. "Relax" He heard from behind him before the door opened. Kurt was actually sure what he'd expected, from the sound of it maybe someone Karofskys size, which sort of worried him. However, the site that faced him was something else completely. A slender boy a few inches taller than himself stood in front of him, rubbing his head slightly. He was dressed in a red flannel shirt and black skinny jeans, which Kurt was positive came from the spring McQueen collection. He stood in black military boots, unlaced, which was probably the cause of the thud. He looked up, seeing the boys dark brown hair styled perfectly, a silver nose ring in place against pale skin, dark green and blue eyes looking back curiously. "Kurt Hummel, meet Flint Wilson" Blaine chirped. "Flints a junior with me" Blaine informed with a smile. "Hi Kurt" The other Dalton boy chirped in a soft voice that Kurt didn't think matched the various piercings, or the small tattoos that the other boy attempted to hide. "Hi" was Kurts response, shaking Flints hand curiously.
"Oh, sorry" Flint smiled sheepishly, stepping aside and letting them in to the considerably neat room. "Your bags have already been dropped off" He said, sitting on the end of his own bed, various animal print blankets thrown across it. "Thanks" Kurt smiled, sitting on the end of his own bed. "I'll leave you two to get to know each other" Blaine said softly, waving quickly to Flint and promising to text Kurt later.
"You like him" The taller boy commented with a knowing smile and pointed look. The counter tenor was about to give a snappy comeback before sighing and shaking his head, he had to live with Flint for the remainder of the year. "And?" Kurt returned, trying not to be too harsh. "It's cute" Flint smiled, falling back on his bed and onto the zebra print blanket. "I hope it works out for you" He said almost sadly, which caught the other boys attention. "I know that tone. You like someone" Kurt returned pointedly, moving closer to the other side of the room and seeing the various CDs scattered over Flints desk, Rhianna, Lady GaGa, Katy Perry…pop stars, typical…RENT, Kurt smiled internally before going back to the issue at hand. Flint liked someone and he seemed sad about it, which sent flares going of in the older boys mind. "Don't worry" Flint waved a hand, two small stars flashing into view. "I'm not after Blaine" He clarified.
"Then who?" Kurt asked curiously, trying to think of the various Warblers he'd met of Blaine had mentioned to him. "You know about the council right?" Flint asked, looking up at Kurt slightly, getting a nod in reply. "Yeah, Wes and David" Kurt smiled, remembering their meeting. "You're forgetting someone, Thad" Flint sighed. "I don't know who that is" Kurt frowned, his eyebrows furrowed. "He's the third council member" Flint stated. "He's dorky, has a bit of a temper, is part Spanish, has a deep voice and an annoying chin dimple that makes me want to jump across that table and kiss him till he loves me" Flint ranted, whining as he rubbed his hands over his face. "He doesn't even know I exist" He murmured trailing of slightly. Kurt had an amused smile through the description of the mystery Warbler, faltering at the last sentence. "I know how that feels" He commented, remembering his past and current situation. "But I'm sure it's not true" Flint rolled his eyes, sitting up and looking at the older boy pointedly. "Just wait for Warbler practice" He answered simply.
The two eventually sorted Kurts wardrobe out, before getting into their uniform and heading down stairs. First class had been simple enough for Kurt, Flint dropping him off at the French department before rushing off to Calculus. They shared Home ec after, Kurt being thankful for the familiar face. They gossiped about the teacher for most of that lesson, Kurt instantly becoming attached to his new roommate and friend, for reasons other than his fashion sense. Then Kurt was introduced to the rest of the Warblers, he'd been happy to see Blaine again and Flint opposite him. However that soon turned into embarrassment.
"Why on earth did I suggest Duran Duran?" Kurt seethed at Lunch, getting a soft look from Flint opposite him on the mostly empty table. "You didn't know, besides, I like Wham" Flint answered softly. "Just ignore Wes, he's anal when he's in Warbler mode" He added . "And now I have to deal with this bird" Kurt murmured, tossing a glance at the cage. "Don't be like that, he's cute" Flint smiled softly as Pavarotti chirped.
"Speaking of cute" Kurt remembered. "I totally approve of the Thad crush, and the staring of your behalf" He grinned, making his roommate blush and almost fall from his chair. "Shush, he's right over there" Flint whispered, gesturing to the other side of the room where the council and Blaine sat in deep discussion. "With Blaine" Kurt sighed softly, shaking his head. "You're bringing out my inner romantic" He chastised, Flint smiled back innocently.
Wes and David sat opposite their two friends, Blaine talking about Kurts audition and how perfect his voice could be with the Warblers and Thad sitting with his forehead pressed against the cover of a book. "Thad" David murmured, poking the other boy. "What are you doing?" He asked, continuing to bother the seemingly lifeless council member. "Moping" came the muffled reply as Thad looked up at the others. "Did he have to sit right in front of me?" Thad groaned. "Could be worse" Wes answered simply. "He could have been in front of you 'in those tight jeans'" He said, mimicking Thad with a grin. "'With that perfect a-Ow'" David started before Thads book smacked him on the head. "He'll hear you" Thad muttered with eyebrows furrowed as he glanced over at Kurt and Flint on the other side of the room. "Speaking of tight jeans" David started, avoiding another hit. "How's coping with the uniform?" He finished, looking to Blaine who smiled, nudging Thad. "Flints helping him settle in" He answered happily. "And they're getting on like a house on fire" He said with a small laugh as a yelp was heard from the other side of the room. The four looked over already knowing what they'd see. "He's so clumsy" Thad murmured, as Flint looked up at Kurt, laughing softly. "Dear God. stop it" Wes groaned, chucking one of his own text books at the other Warbler. "It's getting ridiculous"
"Are we ready?" Wes whispered to David as the Warbler meeting for that day was coming to an end. "Totally" The taller council member nodded, looking across the room to where Flint waved goodbye to Kurt and Blaine before packing up his things, talking with Brett about the English homework they had.
"Flint!" Wes called across quickly, making the younger boy jump and turn in confusion. "Can you wait behind? we need to talk to you about something" The Warbler nodded slowly in reply as Thad gave the two a confused look.
The boys exited the room one by one, Brett promising to save Flint a seat in Biology. "What's this about?" Flint asked softly, although Wes wasn't a teacher, he did have the teacher-feel to him. "We were thinking about possible solos and we remembered your cover of S&M" David answered, how could he forget. Thad re-played the video of it over two hundred times. "Oh" Flint mouthed, a pink tint appearing on his cheeks. "We thought about mashing it up with Thad singing 'Feeling Good" Wes smiled as Thad half choked from beside him. "Well, you two can talk it out and get back to us" David said with finality, grabbing his bag and rushing out the door with Wes, leaving Thad and Flint gaping.
"Well" Thad started, looking up at Flint and trying to order his thoughts. "You don't have to…sing with me that is" Flint cut in quietly. "I know singing a song like that with another boy could be a little awkward, even if we are in Dalton" He half whispered. "So you don't have to, I'll turn it down" He murmured, heading for the door and tying to hide his blush. "Stop" Thad cut in quickly, catching the sleeve of the younger boys blazer. "I don't mind singing with boys, I actually like it…boys that is" Flint nodded slowly. "Okay" He answered slowly. "No, wait that's not what I mean" Thad growled out, shaking his head. "I mean you, I like you." He finally let out, feeling the weight disappear. Flint stared with shocked, wide eyes at the older boy, who began fidgeting slightly. The taller boy shook his head before smiling softly. "I like you too" He whispered, twirling his fingers together awkwardly.
At that moment Thad did something he never thought he would have the courage to do. He walked up to the smiling boy quickly, and tugged him down into a kiss. Flint gasped softly as Thads hand settled on his neck, bringing him down to the older boys lips. Apparently the older boy wasn't bothered by the height difference. Flint gasped softly as Thads tongue ran over his bottom lips before slipping into his mouth and curling around his own tongue. Flints arms looped around Thads shoulders automatically, which seemed to spur the other boy on as Flints back met with the wall of their practice room. "Thad" Flint let out breathlessly as they finally parted for air. "Sorry" came the automatic reply as the older boy jumped away. "I got carried away, I've just liked you for so long and you taste like strawberries, I couldn't help it" He babbled, stopping as Flint let out a small giggle. "It's okay" The younger boy answered softly. "I kind of liked it" He admitted with a blush, outside Wes, David, Blaine and Kurt stood in silent celebration. Thought, Kurt couldn't help feeling a little jealous over how it worked out well for the younger boy. He risked a glance at Blaine as he high-fived David, silently wondering if he would get his happily ever after.