A/N- So... apparently when I have a bad day it reflects on the boys. I don't like to made them sad, but sometimes it just happens. Optimistically however, it always has a happyish ending anyways. I can't help it. Thank you for all the wonderful reviews you've been sending in. They make my days and send good happy Flirt vibes (used to evilly convert Klaine fans to an equal but not exclusive love of Flint.)


Flint tried not to slam the door enthusiastically as he entered his and Jeff's room, but his effort was decidedly unsuccessful. To his credit, Jeff just peered over his lap top and watched him as Flint pulled off his sweater and opened up his dresser to grab a sleep shirt.

"You seem pleased with yourself." Jeff challenged.

"Yeah, not a bad day." Flint grinned widely, pulling the shirt over his head.

"That stupid smile on your face says you got some." Flint seemed to be trying for offended, but he just looked ridiculously indignant with his head stuck halfway through the collar of a t-shirt that announced him as "Camp Ponacka Burrito Champ '05."

'Well...maybe." Flint gave in, taking off his belt and bottoms before crawling into his bed.

"You got a boyfriend then?"

He looked thoughtful for a minute.

"We didn't say anything about it." Jeff snorted in amusement, mumbling something on the lines of "obviously." "But I guess...Do I? I don't know how this works really. You know that."

"Well, it may not be official, but from what I know of Kurt, I'm pretty sure the two of you are now in what is called "a relationship.""

"You're so helpful." Flint said flatly, but he was clearly amused and happy still. This was confirmed to Jeff when he pulled off his socks and threw them at his bed.

"Boo! That's not cool." Jeff complained and nudged the socks off his bed with his foot.

Flint just smirked, disappearing into the bathroom. Once the sound of teeth being brushed and the sink rinsed out finished, Flint reemerged and Jeff looked up at him seriously.

"Hey, on a side note, I've got my recital coming up in a few weeks. Dyou mind dropping in at one of the dress rehearsals this weekend? Allie's parents are going to be there for the show and I want to make sure there's nothing...embarrassing in the performances I'm doing."

"I'm guessing you mean more than usual? Or the costumes?" Flint teased, glancing over at a photo soundly duct taped to their cork board. It was a picture of Jeff throwing a water bottle at Flint, who was ducking in both laughter and avoidance, while dressed in a deep purple velvet unitard with heavy eye makeup. Jeff had tried to get rid of it, but Flint just kept coming up with new copies, so he'd eventually surrendered, instead choosing to glare at it occasionally and hang things over it when Allie was over.

"Yes, something along those lines." Flint could be annoying, but he was always there for Jeff, and he knew he would be honest.

"Okay. Just get me the time and I'll be there."

"Thanks man."

Flint nodded, yawning widely as he shifted down, pulling up a pillow to shield the light from Jeff's side.

"Night."

"Night Wills."


"Hey! Flint." Flint glanced over his shoulder at the familiar voice and smiled as Kurt jogged up to him. He hung back to meet him, nodding at Jeff and Gareth to go ahead. Jeff watched for an extra moment, smiling a little reluctantly as Kurt hugged Flint to his side, making the boy's face light up.

"They seem to be getting along." Gareth laughed, nodding his head at the two trailing behind him, now walking side by side but not touching. Jeff hummed in agreement and looked forwards again, striking up interest in the menu posted on the dining hall doors.


Jeff looked over to where Flint's eyes were staring thoughtfully at Kurt and Blaine, who were having coffee together on the other side of the cafe. They were just talking. It wasn't a big deal. But apparently it was more important to Flint than listening to Jeff's concerns about his mom's upcoming yearly check in with her oncologist.

"Flint. Wills. Hey!" Jeff punched his friend's arm slightly, watching him snap back around.

"What!" Flint looked a little irritated and that irked Jeff. He just shook his head, slumping down in his seat.

"Nothing. Nevermind." Flint drew his eyebrows together, watching Jeff for a moment, but eventually just seemed to shrug to himself, glancing back at Kurt over his coffee cup. Jeff just pulled out his phone from his pocket and texted Allie. Clearly he and Flint weren't about to have a conversation anytime soon.


Jeff leaned out of the wing, past the curtains and scanned the sparsely populated seats in front of the stage. He'd told Flint that he'd be dancing between 2:15 and 3:00 Saturday afternoon. He'd clearly typed it out in a text, as well as telling him in person. He'd even checked in his sent folder to make sure he hadn't said Sunday by mistake.

But it was 2:30 and he was about to go on for his second piece already. And no sign of his best friend. The doors a the back suddenly pushed open and the tall figure of Flint slid in. He saw Jeff hanging out of the curtains and grimace slightly, mouthing something that looked suspiciously like "Sorry. Kurt."

It was confirmed when Jeff checked his phone between the second and third piece.

"Sorry! Lunch w Kurt ran late. Second piece is cool. Get back out now for the third."

Despite Flint's eventual praise at the end of rehearsal, Jeff was down. He wasn't sure about any of his performances, but was really nervous about the first one. It was fairly...sensuous...and not with Allie. He'd needed Flint to assure him that Allie's parents wouldn't automatically freak out when they saw him dancing like that with another girl. But Flint had missed that piece. His calm assurance that "it couldn't be that bad, they'll love you" was decidedly ineffective against Jeff's nerves.


Jeff caught up with Flint on the way to biology class on Tuesday.

"You up for Call of Duty tonight? I'm going to destroy you this time." Flint opened his mouth to return the retort, but his mouth dropped into a frown.

"Oh man, I totally forgot. I kinda told Kurt that I'd help him with his science presentation. Gonna be holed up at the library til late probably. Next week, I promise." Flint begged off. Jeff shrugged.

"Yeah, sure."

Flint stopped at the front of class to talk to Kurt, but Jeff slipped towards the back.

"It's not like we've been doing this every week for three years or anything." He mumbled to himself, letting his books hit the desk with a thump.


Wednesday night had been another instalment of the "Flirtmonster" as Jeff had named it in his head. Flint and Kurt were jammed up together on the couch, and he was whispering remarks and jokes to Kurt, who was trying hard not to laugh out loud. Jeff just turned back to the tv, halfheartedly watching Thad's choice of Mad Max.


Thursday night, after a private movie between him and Kurt, Flint returned to his room, falling into much the same pattern he had the previous Wednesday. He and Kurt had sat together, Kurt between Flint's legs and leaning on his chest, for the whole movie. And when he had left, they'd had a proper kiss. A nice long tangle between them that had featured a little bit of teeth this time and just a slip of tongue that had got Flint way more excited than something that small should have. Way better than the short pecks they had snuck in for the past week.

"Guess you two kissed again." Jeff said from his bed and Flint stopped fishing around in his dresser.

"Maybe. Why?" Jeff just shrugged, not looking up from his computer screen.

"You've got that stupid look on your face again." Jeff regretted the sharpness of his comment as he said it. But he couldn't deny it was a little soothing to the irritation he had been feeling towards Flint all week.

"Sorry, what?" Flint stood in the middle of his room, looking a bit shocked. Jeff felt his hackles rising up, his words slipping out dangerously easily.

"I said, you've got that stupid gooey look again. Which means you kissed again. How thrilling. Can you warn me when the two of you get to frenching? Cause I'll want to be out of the blast range when your head explodes."

"What the hell is your problem?" Flint replied, looking like he wasn't sure yet whether he should be upset or angry. "I thought you liked Kurt?"

Jeff just laughed a little, pushing his computer to the side and moving to his desk, just to keep his angry hands busy with grabbing a text book or something.

"Kurt I'm fine with. I've got no problem with him. It's you who's pissing me off."

Flint's face clearly said that he'd landed on the side of anger

"What, so I get a boyfriend and all of a sudden you've got a problem with me?"

"No, I barely know you have a boyfriend from what you tell me. Cause I haven't talked to you all week. You're too busy mooning like a girl over him. Maybe if you were acting on it, it would be reasonable, but seriously! Have the two of you even hit some under the shirt action yet?"

Flint spluttered a little. Jeff face was all kinds of smug, because they both knew that Flint's reaction was a clear and unavoidable answer.

"I'll take that as a no." Flint's face was flushed red, tinted just slightly with disbelief at what was happening.

"Well, sorry, not all of us drop our pants within the first week." Flint shot back, referring to Jeff's misguided relationship before Allie. He'd really liked Jen, but they had had sex two days after their first kiss together, while really, hideously drunk at a Dalton party. And they'd been caught by a visiting prefect from her school. Jen had refused to talk to him again, saying he'd ruined her reputation. it still made Jeff flare with shame and embarrassment.

"Fuck off Flint. You're such a bitch."

Flint's fists clenched tight.

"Take it back."

"No. You're fucking whipped." Jeff pushed, his face getting hot in his anger.

"Like you're one to talk. I'm pretty sure Allie keeps your balls in a jar in her room."

"Oh please. At least I can get some action from my girlfriend. At least I know she's interested." Jeff taunted, watching Flint's face draw tight.

"What are you trying to say?"

"I'm saying you haven't got past a lead off from first base with your so called boyfriend. You really think he's so over Blaine?"

Jeff knew he had crossed lines already, Flint had too, but that last one was too much, and he knew it. Flint's eyes flashed angry and Jeff was already crouching defensively as Flint came at him. It wasn't the kidding grappling they usually did. They grabbed at each other and hit the bed frame hard, knocking the breath from Jeff''s chest. He managed to get an elbow into Flint's ribs, pushing him back, but a foot caught his knee and they both landed on the floor. Flint had a handful of his shirt, which gave an ominous ripping noise. A loud shout sounded out and a few moments later the door burst open, just in time for the intruders to see arms free up and fists catch jaws.

"Hey! Shit, not again." A crew of boys was suddenly in the room, pulling them apart, even as they struggled against the restraint. David and Adam had Jeff by both arms, while Gareth, Nick and Wes pressed Flint back onto his bed.

And then Kurt appeared in the doorway.

"What. The. Hell- is going on in here?" Flint was breathing heavily through his nose, refusing to meet Kurt's gaze. A trail of blood snuck slowly down from a cut over his eyebrow. Jeff was wincing, holding one side of his face with his palm.

"These two morons-" Wes's voice rose considerably at this comment, glaring at both boys. "Got into a fist fight. AGAIN." Flint and Jeff had the humility to look ashamed at Wes's admonishment. Wes was practically fuming. He was a prefect, and the last thing he wanted before regionals was a fight between two boys on his floor, let alone two Warblers. Flint didn't have to look to know that Kurt's eyebrow had risen at "again."

"Come on. Adam, grab that moron and we'll go get some ice for his face. Kurt, can you clean up this idiot before he bleeds all over the fecking place? And the rest of you, Dave, Gareth, Nick, can you try and get everyone back in their rooms rather than HANGING OUT THEIR DOORS!" Wes yelled the last part towards the hall and the sound of several doors slamming could be heard. The rest of them disappeared quickly and Kurt was left, standing over Flint, who was hunched on the bed pressing his hand to the cut.

"Bathroom. Right now." Flint got up at the demand and slunk into the bathroom, sitting down on the toilet lid as Kurt started running the tap water and looking under the sink for something. He came out with a wash cloth and bactine, and a pissed off look.

"What the hell was that all about! And what did Wes mean, "again"?" Flint winced and pulled away as Kurt pressed the cloth to his forehead, but the boy just followed his dodge, quickly wiping up the trail of blood along his cheek. "Well?" Kurt wrung the cloth out fiercely, wetting it again and returning to stand next to him.

"Do you still love Blaine?" Kurt's hand stilled on his forehead and Flint refused to open his eyes.

"Why would you ask that?" Flint shrugged, and he heard Kurt shift back to the sink. "Did Jeff say something? Is that why you two were fighting?"

"Yes. No. It was about a lot of things." Flint sighed. He winced sharply as Kurt dabbed at the open cut.

"Head wounds really do bleed a lot." Kurt was silent for a moment. When he spoke again his voice was softer." Have you two fought before?"

Flint nodded, feeling a bit ashamed.

"Only twice. During our first year, and then two years ago." Kurt sighed heavily, and Flint could feel the rush of warmth over his skin. "Sometimes we just...we know each other's weak points, and we prod a bit too hard."

The bathroom went quiet as Kurt pressed the cloth to Flint's cut.

"No. I don't. Blaine, I mean." Flint looked up warily. Kurt was watching him. "I'm still friends with him, because I like him as a person for a lot of the same reasons that I liked him as a guy." Flint's chin sunk down only to be brought back up gently by Kurt's hand.

"He didn't feel the same way, and he lost his chance. And I found something else. You are my boyfriend. And you are not a consolation prize." Kurt knelt on the cold bathroom floor and grabbed the other boy's hands. "You are sweet, and funny, and hot," Kurt rolled his eyes a bit at his own cheeky admission. "And you had the guts to tell me that you liked me straight up and let me decide from there. And that means a lot to me. And so do you."

"Oh." Kurt smiled softly and shifted up, pressing his lips softly against Flint's mouth for a moment.

"That doesn't mean I'm not mad at you for fighting with Jeff. That was epically stupid of both of you. But I picked you just as much as you picked me." Flint's hands clenched around Kurt's and he let out a shaky breath.

"I'm sorry." Flint mumbled, feeling elated and ashamed all at once.

"Well, don't bother worrying about it now. Just...focus on clotting." Kurt frowned at the line of blood still welling up on Flint's forehead and pressed the cloth against it again.

"Ow." Flint flinched, but Kurt just raised his eyebrow.

"That's what you get for fighting. Deal with it."


When Wes brought Jeff back, Flint emerged from the bathroom, a victim of Kurt's over enthusiastic bandaging and very much abashed. Jeff himself looked as sorry as was possible with a bag of frozen french fries pressed to his face.

"Now, can I trust the two of you alone, or are you going to go all MMA on each other again?" Wes demanded, looking from one side of the room to the other. Kurt crossed the room to stand beside him, also glancing at the two boys sitting on the edge of their respective beds.

"No, Wes." They both mumbled, like kids scolded by a parent.

"You should know if it happens again, I'm seriously going to have to consider suspending you from the Warblers. And telling the admin." They nodded almost in synchronization. Wes observed this for a minute, then sighed heavily.

"Look, guys, I don't know what this is about, but you two are best friends. Sort it out, okay?" Wes gave them both a weak smile, and turned, followed by Kurt, who glanced back slightly nervously, but left the two of them alone.

The room was beyond awkward with just the two of them, and it took several false starts on both their parts before somebody actually said something.

"I'm sorry man." Flint apologized clumsily.

Jeff's eye was swollen shut and he looked ridiculous. Although, Flint's head was wrapped up like a wounded soldier in a bad war movie, so who was he to talk. Jeff shook his head, and it hurt a lot.

"No, I'm sorry. It was a low blow. Really uncool of me."

"I'm sorry I haven't been much of a friend. I shouldn't have just abandoned all our traditions and my promises because of a guy." Flint mumbled. He looked down at his hands and then back up at Jeff, an almost pleading look on his face. "He's my first boyfriend, and I just, I dunno. I don't want to mess anything up."

Jeff sighed.

"No. I knew that, and I should be cool with it. I guess I was just being a bit selfish too. I'm used to having you all to myself."

Flint gave out a huff of a laugh, and Jeff smiled sadly.

"We gonna get over this?" His voice was tentative and Flint frowned in response.

"Don't be stupid. You're my best friend. Even if you're kind of a jerk sometimes."

"Same. Even when you give me a black eye." Jeff winced and adjusted the makeshift cold pack against his face. Flint made a face.

"Lets not get all weepy. You'll look disgusting with that thing if your eyes get all bloodshot too."

"Thanks."

"No problem."

They both laughed. They knew that the bruises and the scar would long outlast their fight, just as it had with the last two. They both knew they needed to pay more attention, be more flexible. But they also knew that they were still best friends. It was sappy, but Flint couldn't help going to bed that night with the feeling that he was unnaturally lucky to have Kurt and Jeff. Even with the bumps in the road.