Hey you guys!

SO thanks for everyone who is still reading and reviewing. It's really sweet of you guys, and I appreciate it sooooo much.

And You Are Airborne, said that if Kurt and Flint have a thing, they would be Flirt, and I thought that was really funny :) hahaha, Flirt.

And I don't own Glee or the songs mentioned in this chapter.

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Kurt stood inside the music lab, shuffling the sheet music in his hands, waiting for one of the practice rooms to open up. He wanted something new for his repertoire, as solo auditions were coming up soon and he wanted to be prepared, just in case.

A few moments later, Wes and David came out of one of the rooms, laughing pleasantly, shoving papers into their bags.

"Hello Kurt," Wes greeted.

"Gonna get some practice in?" David asked.

"Yeah, were you guys practicing too?"

"Mostly just messing around," David answered.

"Just arranging some music," Wes explained, before raising a hand in greeting. "Hey Flint."

Flint sidled up next to them, a book of music in hand.

"Hey guys, are you all waiting for a room?"

"No, Wes and I were just leaving. But you and Kurt can take the one we had, if you don't mind sharing."

Kurt and Flint both stilled. They hadn't been alone together since the drive back to school on Monday and that was three days ago.

"Good idea David," Wes said smiling. "You guys can help each other. Flint's a senior member, I'm sure he could teach you a lot Kurt, and Flint, no offense, but Kurt could probably help with some of your high notes."

"Oh yeah, not offended by that at all," Flint joked.

David grinned brightly, slapping Flint playfully on the arm. "Just go and practice. I know your Mom expects you home before five."

"Oh David," Flint swooned over dramatically, "You care for me so! What would I do without you?"

"You'd have to find a real boyfriend to hang off of. Now go practice. Wes and I have a history project to work on anyway."

"Ramifications of Watergate," Wes mumbled, walking with David towards the door. "Thrilling."

Without looking at Flint Kurt shuffled in to the room setting his things down. Flint followed and shut the door behind him, leaning against it, staring at Kurts back.

"So," Flint said, after debating to himself what he wanted to say. "What are you singing?"

"Well," Kurt began, shuffling the papers in his hands again. "I was considering 'As Long As He Needs Me', from Oliver!, but musical theater doesn't tend to translate well in accapella. So my other two choices are Mariah Careys' 'Alone In Love" and Imogen Heap's 'Goodnight And Go'. But probably the later, because it would make for a great acapella piece"

"I see," Flint said.

Kurt straightened up, looking at him sharply, not sure what to make of the tone he had used. "What?" he asked, his own tone accusatory.

"Nothing," Flint defended.

"That tone wasn't nothing. What?"

"It's just...those songs are about...love...that isn't reciprocated..." Flint said Slowly.

"Yes, so what?"

"Well, why do you have to sing about that?"

"Because that's how I feel," Kurt explained, folding his arms across his chest. "And I like singing about how I feel."

"And I think that's important. I sing what I feel too but, there are different ways to present that particular feeling."

"I don't understand."

"Well," Flint began very carefully, aware he was in potentially dangerous ground. "Don't you think there's a little hope in heartbreak?"

"Excuse me?" Kurt questioned, looking affronted.

"Just, hear me out." Flint pleaded, sitting himself at the piano bench. "Losing something, always leads to an opportunity to gain something else. You know, closed door, open window. You have a great voice Kurt, but I feel you're always doing these melodic, sad songs. Couldn't you try something else?"

"I didn't bring anything else."

"Do you sight read okay?"

Kurt just gave him an "Oh please," kind of look.

"Right, of course you do," Flint said, opening his music book and setting it on the piano. "This is a song by Sara Bareilles, she is a personal favorite of mine. And no offense but I think it sends a better message the your other choices."

"Just play," Kurt snapped.

"Gosh, you don't have to be snippy," Flint muttered under his breathe but never the less started to play. His hands were large, and not quite as agile as the typical piano player, but he was good, and he began the upbeat bluesey swing of 'Gonna Get Over You'

Kurt leaned over Flints shoulder to get a good view of the music. His voice ringing very clear in to Flints ear.

"Goodbye

Should be sayin' that to you by now, shouldn't I?

Layin' down the law that I live by,

Though maybe next time"

"That's right, keep going," Flint encouraged.

"I've got a thick tongue,

Brimming with the words that go unsung

Simmer then the burn for a someone,

A wrong one"

Flint hummed in appreciation at that line. His head bouncing along with the piano.

"And I tell myself to let the story end,

My heart will rest in someone else's hand

My 'why not me?' philosophy began,

And I say

Ooh, how'm I gonna get over you?

I'll be alright, just not tonight

Someday, oh I wish you'd want me to stay

I'll be alright, just not tonight,

Someday"

Kurt paid close attention to what he was singing, processing the words. He understood why Flint had recommended it. It wasn't your typical one-sided love song. He worked through the rest of the song, his feet tapping along enthusiastically, Flint occasionally throwing in a harmony. By the time Kurt finished the last "someday", and Flint was finishing off his last chord, they were both smiling broadly.

"See," Flint said, looking up at Kurt. "That's the way you should be singing."

"That did feel pretty good," Kurt agreed, straightening up."So, what are you singing?"

Flint fiddled with the pages of the music, swallowing his nerves. "I settled on 'Uncharted'. I related to it best."

"Okay," Kurt said expectantly.

"Okay?"

"Sing it."

Flint bit his lower lip, "I'm not really–"

"How do you expect to audition if you can't even sing with one person in the room? I won't judge you if that's what you're worried about."

"I'm not worried," Flint countered. "And it's not the same thing."

"Please?" Kurt pouted, sitting down on the piano bench. "I want to hear you."

Flint grumbled resistantly, aggressively flipping the pages of the book before resting his hands on the keys.

"No words, My tears won't make any room for more,

And it don't hurt, like anything I've ever felt before, this is

No broken heart,

No familiar scars,

This territory goes uncharted..."

Flint's voice was surprisingly soft. Not anything like the volume and power of Blaine's, but it was sweet and sincere, which was a pleasant change from the other Warblers. But he was a little to unconfident, to aware he was being scrutinized, and began to waver towards the end. So Kurt joined him in the last chorus, forcing Flint to raise his voice to be heard.

Both voices and piano finished at individual times, but it only seemed to improve the sound. Flint looked at Kurt, his smile small.

"That's good," Kurt assured softly.

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"I–"

But the practice room door smung open, Blaine stepping in.

"Hey Kurt I've been..." but he stopped when he saw Kurt was not alone. "Oh, Flint, I didn't know you were here."

"Kurt was helping me with a song."

"I see," Blaine said, still looking puzzled. "Wes and David didn't mention you were here too."

"Is that okay?" Flint questioned, his eyebrows raised.

"Yeah of course," Blaine assured quickly. "I just wanted to ask Kurt for some help."

"What do you need?" Kurt asked, sliding off the bench.

"I was hoping you could help me pick an outfit out for Saturday."

"Your taste in clothes is fine Blaine, what do you need me for?"

"I'm super nervous for Saturday, I'd just feel better if I knew for sure I was gonna look great."

"What's got you so worked up Blaine?" Flint asked smoothly. "Afraid you won't be up to Blondies standards?"

"Well it's Sebastians first date and I want to make sure he's comfortable. He's already admitted to being nervous."

"Maybe you should have doubled first. Eased him into it." Flint suggested.

"It occurred to me, but there's not really anyone to double with?"

"What about Wes or David?" Kurt asked.

"Both of there girlfriends are busy this weekend. And the refused to go together. Said it would be awkward."

"Kurt and I will go with you," Flint offered standing.

Blaine looked taken aback. "I didn't know you and Kurt were a thing."

"We aren't," Flint shrugged. "But you're our friend and we're both gay, so maybe that would make things more comfortable for Sebastian."

"...well, okay. Thanks," Blaine said, rocking on his feet. "I'll let you know the details tomorrow."

"Great," Flint smiled.

"Soo, Kurt, fashion advice?"

"Yeah, you go up, all be there in a minute." Kurt promised.

"Alright, thanks," Blaine said, giving a cordial smile and leaving.

Kurt, turned to Flint, his teeth clenched, "What the hell are you thinking!"

"I didn't mean–"

"Why on earth would I want to go on a double date with them! Bad enough knowing that he's going to be out on one, but to have to actually witness it!"

"Think of it this way. Now you'll be able to see hoe it goes first hand, and if something will actually come of it. It will be like closure. So you can really start to move on with your life. See it to believe it."

Kurt gathered up his things in a slight fury. "I am so angry with you right now."

"Don't be sore Kurt, I'll make it up to you, I promise."

"Yeah, we'll see about that," Kurt nearly threatened, marching out of the room.

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I've always hated reading fics with all the lyrics in it so I just put some. But I do really like both of those songs, so go have a listen ;)

Thanks and Love,

Cleo