So I've decided to continue this, at least until Tuesday, and I find out what the real deal is, but until then this is what is sustaining me, so here it goes.

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Flint was not much of a talker. At least when it was one on one. He functioned well within groups. He was witty and sarcastic, always quick to joke around and have fun. But get him alone with a single person, he usually always falls apart. Fronts were easy to keep when he was surrounded, but alone he was to vulnerable, to afraid of being open, of becoming to exposed.

So talking to Kurt by himself, comforting and reassuring him was some what out of character. Which is why it had surprised both Flint and Kurt that he had done it. Even going farther to extend an invite to prolong their encounter, was more shocking still.

So it was his own fault, that he now found himself in the food court, sitting awkwardly across from Kurt. Flint looked everywhere but the table he sat and the person sitting with him, while periodically taking large bites of cinnamon pretzel. Kurt on the other hand stared at nothing but his plain pretzel, while taking minuscule nibbles every few seconds, seemingly unable to do anything else.

"So," Flint finally said, swallowing his last bite, "Your pretzel okay?"

Kurt looked up, startled briefly by Flint's sudden question. "As far as mall food goes it certainly isn't bad."

"I imagine you're quite the expert, from what I hear you're an avid shopper."

Kurt nodded thoughtfully. "Dalton doesn't exactly allow me to show it but yes, I have exceptionally good taste in clothes."

"I don't doubt it."

"For example, I wouldn't typically buy clothes from The GAP, even something as menial as socks."

Silence. Thick and awkward silence.

"Sorry," Kurt said, biting at his pretzel. "Now I'm just being petty."

"It's...alright," Flint assured him, his voice slightly uncertain. "No one would expect you to be perfectly okay right away. It would be weird, if you weren't a little bit bitter.

"We're you bitter?"

"Was I–"

"When Blaine stopped flirting with you, or you found out he wasn't interested," Kurt rushed on quickly. "We're you bitter? Did you feel like screaming, and crying, and throwing things all at the same time?"

Flint flushed deeply. "I don't really...I can't exactly remember how...After a while I just focused on something else. Sorry, but I'm not really comfort–"

"Don't," Kurt interrupted quickly. "I'm sorry you don't have to explain anything to me, I shouldn't have even asked. That was too personal."

Kurt finished the rest of his snack in embarrassed silence. Once done they both gathered their trash and tossed it simultaneously into the bins. They stood there, momentarily doing nothing, before a low humming was heard, making them both move. Flint reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, scanning it quickly.

"David says everyone is heading back to the parking lot now. Time to go back to school. Who's car were you in?"

"I was in Wes' car, with Blaine."

"Oh," Flint grumbled, re-pocketing his phone. "Well if you want I can have Nick trade with you, you can come back with me, if you'd rather."

"I think I would prefer that, yes."

"Alright, let's go. You ready to find out what happened?"

"I suppose. Won't be a big surprise though. Who would say no to Blaine? Especially after a display like that."

"Don't worry," Flint insisted, "I've got your back."

"Thanks," Kurt said, as the walked back towards the exit.

"And for the record," Flint spoke, looking resolutely at the ground. "I wouldn't buy socks at The GAP either."

Back in the parking lot, all the Warbler boys were gathered together, talking as Kurt and Flint approached.

"Hey," David greeted. "Where have you to been?"

"Got caught up talking about foot apparel," Flint supplied.

"So, how'd it go?" Kurt asked, turning his attention towards Blaine, who was leaning against a car, looking very pleased with himself.

"Well, Sebastian was both flustered and flattered. But I've got his number and a date on Saturday. So all in all I'd say it went pretty good."

Kurt smiled tightly, "Well congratulations. I hope that works out well for you."

"Me too," Blaine said, smiling in an all too dreamy way, causing Kurt's stomach to turn uncomfortably. "Thank you so much for the help guys, I really appreciate it."

"It was good practice. Just another way to get us prepared." Wes said neutrally. "Shall we go?"

"Yes, let's," Blaine said, standing properly. "You want shotgun Kurt?"

"Actually," Flint cut in, "I was hoping Nick wouldn't mind going with you, and I'd take Kurt."

"Fine with me," Nick agreed.

"Oh," Blaine said, looking very taken aback. "Well okay, if Kurt want's to–"

"I do," Kurt insisted taking a step closer to Flint.

"Alright, well, Blaine, Nick, David with me. Let's make sure we all get back before curfew." Wes called authoritatively, unlocking his car.

The rest of the Warblers dispersed, heading to the cars in the groups they came. Flint lead Kurt to his small two seater sports car, conversation dead between them. Once buckled he turned the car on, followed quickly by turning his music up significantly louder than usual. For this Kurt was grateful, because it allowed him to let out another frustrated set of tears without the embarrassment of Flint over hearing.

So there we go. I was told Gap guy is named Sebastian, so yup.

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Cleo