And now I'm gonna watch glee.

Thanks for reading everyone :)

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Flint pulled into the driveway of his house, which indeed was very close to the school. It was a sweet house, clean lawn and well kept garden. Most endearing was the vast collection of wind chimes that decorated the porch, each knocking and ringing in different pitches. Kurt laughed slightly, watching them while Flint fit his key in the lock.

"My Mom likes wind chimes," Flint muttered, sounding embarrassed.

"It's charming," Kurt assured, following him inside.

"Just don't go into the backyard. The chimes aren't bad, but you might not feel the same about the garden gnomes."

"Oh goodness, gnomes," Kurt said, laughing.

"Flint, honey! Is that you?" A women's voice called, followed by soft, rustling foot steps.

"Yes mom."

Mrs. Wilson stepped into the entry. He brown hair, splashed with grey was pulled into a messy ponytail. She wore clean and simple black pants with a sweater, protected by a slightly stained apron.

"Oh," she gasped, her mouthing dropping open at the sight of Kurt. "Hello there. And who are you?"

"Hi, Mrs. Wilson. I'm Kurt."

"Oh, please, Sharon is just fine."

"Kurt's a friend for school," Flint explained. "We have plan's tomorrow with some other guys. He lives in Lima so I offered to let him stay the night here."

"Of course," Sharon said, still looking sufficiently shocked. "I'm just...You have someone over, that's great. I'm gonna finish dinner then, you two go up and relax. You're dad is home at six, so we will eat then. Alright, you two just...wow...well it's a pleasure to meet you Kurt, let me know if you need anything." And she walked back from where she came, in a still dreamy state.

Kurt turned to Flint, looking for an explanation. Flint said nothing, but headed up the stairs, wordlessly asking Kurt to follow. Kurt did so, looking at the collection of photographs that decorated the walls as he went. The time line of family portraits taught him something right off the back, Flint was the youngest of three, an older brother and sister appeared to have proceeded him.

Flint went through the door at the end of the hall, sitting instantly on his desk chair, swinging around to face Kurt. Kurt stood in the doorway, taking in the state of Flint's room, which really, gave nothing about him away. The walls were dark grey and white. He had a green bed spread, a black couch, shelves with books and movies. A desk with a computer and papers. There were no pictures anywhere, no posters, no trophies indicating any hobbies or accomplishments.

"You can sit down," Flint told him, pointing at his bed.

"Thanks," Kurt said, setting his things down and taking a seat. "So, your mom seemed incredibly surprised."

"Yup."

"I take it you don't have people over often."

"Often. Never. Take your pick."

"And why is that?"

Flint didn't say anything, but spun his chair back and forth uncomfortably.

"Flint?"

"You know I'm not good with people," Flint muttered.

"That's not entirely true," Kyrt pointed out.

"Please, everybody knows. I only function well in a group."

"Why do you get so shy? You have quite the mouth when you're around everybody else, why do you close yourself off if it's just one person?"

"Don't know," Flint admitted.

Kurt frowned heavily. "Why are you so afraid to be yourself?"

Flint swallowed, meeting Kurt's eyes, looking guilty. "Because I don't know who I am."

Needless to say, the topic changed very quickly after that.

Dinner was nice. Mark Wilson was a tax attorney, who loved golf and reruns of F.R.I.E.N.D.S. He seemed equally surprised to find out they had a guest, but was much better at hiding it then his wife. Kurt also found out that Flint's older brother Ryan, was a Doctor, who lived in Chicago, and his sister, Chelsea, was in her second year of Law school at Ohio Western. And Flint, had no notion of what he wanted to do after school, or even if he wanted to go to school. Though want or not he would be going, according to his mom.

"Sorry you got the whole family history," Flint apologized later that night, as made up the couch with spare linens and blankets. "I didn't think they would talk so much."

"It's okay," Kurt assured. "It was nice to at least learn something about you."

Flint paused for a moment, before continuing to shuffle a pillow into a clean case.

"Are you interested in learning about me?"

"Friends share things," Kurt stated simply.

Flint stared at Kurt, who was sitting cross legged on his bed in a pair of crease free and mildly expensive pajamas. He looked away, walking with out a word to the light switch and flicking it off. Still in silence Flint crawled under the blankets on the couch, hearing Kurt doing the same thing over on his bed. In the darkness, nothing was heard but their breathing, until Flint broke it with something unexpected.

"My favorite color is yellow."

X

When Flint had told Kurt he was allowed to choose his outfit, he had of course neglected to mention that all of his clothes were essentially the same.

"How many button up shirts does one person need?" Kurt asked affronted.

"What? I like button up shirts. They work for everything."

"I've been lured here under false pretenses."

"Just pick one," Flint said, looking at his watch. "We have to get going."

"Fine, wear the dark blue one." Kurt commanded. "Let's go and get this over with. Let's find out if the blonde hair is any representation of his brains."

"Comments like that aren't going to win you any points with Blaine," Flint said, pulling off the T-shirt he was wearing for the selected top.

"I'll try to be polite."

"And I'll reel you in if you start to fail," Flint promised, securing the final button.

By the time the pulled in to the restaurants parking lot, Blaine's car was already there. Stepping into the restaurant, Flint and Kurt were greeted by a cheerful Blaine and an anxious Sebastian.

"Sebastian this is my good friend Kurt, Kurt, you remember Sebastian."

"Hi," Sebastian, all but mumbled, shaking his hand quickly.

"It's nice to actually meet you," Kurt said not moving far from Flint. "This is Flint."

"Hello," Flint said with a little wave.

"Are you ready?" The hostess asked.

"Please," Blaine said, placing a hand of Sebastian's back, following her into the dinning room.

It was a beautiful restaurant. Decorated tastefully and glowing with soft light. The conversation was minimal while they looked over their menus. Once their orders were placed they didn't have much choice but to talk, Flint volunteering to take the lead.

"So, tell us a little about yourself Sebastian. You work at the GAP, what else?"

"Well, I go Carson High school. I'm a junior."

"Any hobbies?" Kurt inquired.

"I play baseball."

Oh yes, he was just fascinating.

"He's very good," Blaine offered. "Has scouts already looking at him for college."

"That's great," Kurt said tightly, offering his congratulations.

"I guess," Sebastian shrugged. "I can't say I'm very interested in school, but I love sports."

It was a great relief when the food arrived, Sebastian was not very keen on conversation. Didn't seem keen on anything other then sports. Kurt couldn't help but think he would get along well with Finn.

"Kurt," Flint said quietly.

"Yes?" Kurt asked turning to him.

"You've got something," he said, raising the corner of his napkin to Kurt face, "right there." And he wiped gently at the corner of his mouth.

"Thanks," Kurt said, smiling.

"So, how long have you two been dating?" Sebastian asked.

"Oh, we're–" Flint began, but Blaine interrupted.

"They're not dating. Their just friends."

"Oh," Sebastian said, looking surprised. "I just thought...well you both looked so–"

"No, we're just friends," Flint assured Sebastian while looking at Blaine.

The rest of dinner was cordial, if not exactly friendly. While Sebastian seemed to have a good time, he also appeared to be unaware of the slight tension around them. While they all agreed that they were having a good time, movies just didn't seem to be in the cards. Sebastian's parents expected him home fairly soon, and Blaine wanted to be the perfect date, so was happy to oblige.

"Shall I drive you back to Lima now?" Flint asked, as the group parted way to their separate cars.

"No, just back to the school. I told my dad I was just going to stay for the rest of the weekend. I don't want you to go through the trouble of driving there and back," Kurt explained.

"You could stay at mine for the rest of the weekend. My parents wouldn't mind," Flint offered.

"It's fine, I've still got plenty of work to do, it will easier that way."

"Alright, if you insist Hummel."

Back at the school they slid out of the car and walked to the dorms. It was almost dark, and the hallways were mostly deserted. Once at Kurt's room, they stopped, standing awkwardly at the door.

"So he's a bit of a ditz isn't he," Kurt said, smiling bitterly.

"Total dumb blonde," Flint agreed.

"Well thanks for making the situation bearable, even if it was your fault we were there in the first place."

"But now you know that you are so much better than that guy, Blaine just has terrible taste," Flint assured enthusiastically.

"If you say so," Kurt agreed, sounding less so. "I'll see you on Monday okay?"

"Yeah, okay," Flint agreed as Kurt reached for his door handle. "Hey, can I ask you something?"

"Sure," Kurt said, turning back.

"Why did you like Blaine in the first place?"

"Well he was nice, and welcoming. Charming, defiantly attractive. He always made an effort to spend time with me, and help me if I needed it. He shared things with me. Just the usual wonderful things I guess," Kurt admitted, blushing slightly.

"And has a lot of that changed?"

"Well, some of it, I guess, yeah," Kurt said, looking away.

Flint bent over, his mouth resting close to Kurt's ear. "Then why do you still like him?"

Kurt remained motionless, his mouth slightly agape.

"Good night Kurt," Flint said, pushing a hand carelessly over Kurt's hair, before walking away, as if he hadn't said anything at all.

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Hope you enjoyed, I think it was kind of rushed, but I wanted to get this out before glee episode was over.

Love,

Cleo