Okay, so now that I've watched "Silly Love Songs" we now know that Klaine isn't completely out of the picture, but it is for now, sort of on hold. Anyways, the summary, has changed to accommodate its official AU, Non-canon status.

Getting some really good comments from you guys. It's nice to find out what you guys think and how you're all feeling about it. I'm growing really fond of Flint. There's a sadness in him for some reason that just makes me want to hug him.

And I know that Gap guy is actually named Jeremiah, but I can't be bothered to change it so in this world he is named Sebastian still.

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Kurt was halfway to his dorm room when he realized that he had left his folder of music in the choir room. They had been released a little early today and in his haste to use the extra valuable time on his latest book report, he had forgotten to put it in his bag. He knew he had better get it now, because if Wes were to find it, it would lead to another long winded speech about responsibility, and how valuable, painstakingly arranged music should not be left around for anyone to see. Kurt loved Wes, and appreciated his almost desperate adoration for the Warblers, but really, he needed to take a serious chill pill.

Kurt approached the room, its door standing partially open, two familiar voices drifting quite clearly from within.

"I am asking you, very nicely to back off Flint," Blaine said, with a clear tone of false politeness.

"Your not actually being that nice," Flint bite at him. "And I'm pretty sure I'm not doing anything wrong."

"Kurt made it very clear to me that he only thinks of you as a friend."

"We are friends. And I haven't don't anything to indicate I feel anything more than that for him."

"I saw you drop him off at his room," Blaine spouted accusingly. "What were you talking about the required you to be so intimately close to him?"

"Now your spying? I was just saying good night. Not that it's any of your damn business."

"What are you real intentions?" Blaine demanded.

"Intentions?" Flint questioned through a laugh. "You sound like some 18th century father. You don't own him Blaine. And I don't need your permission to be friends with him, and I most certainly wouldn't need your permission if I wanted to see him romantically. What's your problem? Can he really not have any other support system but you? Are you really so insecure?"

"That's funny," Blaine responded snidely, "coming from you."

"You don't know anything about me. And if you took ten minutes to try and get to know people, instead of flirting with every cute gay guy you meet, maybe you wouldn't be so quick to judge."

"I really care for Kurt," Blaine said, with forced patience. "And I won't let you screw him over by getting him involved with your messed up life."

"Stop acting all high and mighty. This doesn't have anything to do with you, so butt out."

"No. You're no good for him Flint. And I can't tell Kurt what to do, but if you do not stop this I will make sure he finds reason to stop hanging out with you."

"Look, I like Kurt," Flint said softly. "And I'm not doing anything, so I'm asking you Blaine, to let it go, and back off. He makes things...easier. Things are better when he's around."

Blaine let out a grunt of frustration over the sound of rustling papers. "This isn't over," he snapped.

Kurt heard the footsteps and quickly dashed away from the door, nearly throwing himself down a stairwell to keep out of sight. Kurt leaned against the rail, his mind buzzing uncomfortably. What the hell was going on?

Kurt waited for several minuets to ensure the coast was clear before heading back to the room to get his music. The room was empty, void of anything, including his folder.Now adding irritation on top of confusion and anger, he stomped back to his room, not in any sort of mood to tackle the homework that needed to be done. So far, not the greatest Monday.It also didn't help that he received a couple texts from Blaine, asking if Kurt could come by and he would share everything about the rest of his date with Sebastian. Kurt was in no mood to hear Blaine's love sick rambling's about the dullest boy he ever had the chance to meet. Kurt couldn't help it, it didn't matter how nice or well intentioned the blonde had been, even if he hadn't been the one to ensnare Blaine, he was a guy Kurt could never find himself liking.

He typed out a quick, but polite reply declining the invitation, but promising that he would some other time, when there wasn't so much work to be done.The sanctityof his dorm was in his sights, but was blocked by the so familiar figure of Flint. He stood there looking as uncertain as ever, a black folder clutched in his hand.

"Hey," He greeted. "You forgot this, thought you'd want it back."

"Yeah, thanks. I was actually just there looking for it, glad you found it and not Wes."

"My pleasure to save you from the wrath of are fearless, but slightly crazy leader."

"Well I appreciate it," Kurt said, taking it from Flint and studying it intently. "Doesn't you mom expect you home?"

"Yeah, I'm heading out," Flint explained with a shrug."She say's you're welcome back anytime."

"Tell her I say that's very kind. Anyways I've got a ton of homework so I'd better..."

"Yeah, no problem, I'll see you tomorrow. We could grab lunch together, if you want."

"I usually eat with Blaine," Kurt said, biting his lip.

"Right, of course. At practice then," Flint said stepping away from Kurt's door.

"Yeah, practice. See ya." And Kurt slipped into his room before Flint had time to respond.

Kurt collapsed on his bed, rubbing his eyes fiercely. He needed to talk to Blaine, and he needed to talk to Flint. He needed to talk to someone and figure out what was going on, because there was defiantly something going on and by they way the two of them had been arguing, it couldn't be anything good.

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Lunch the next day consisted of Blaine's retelling of his drive taking Sebastian home and the nauseatingly sweet peck they shared on the porch. Which is really not what Kurt wanted to hear while he was eating. Kurt made a subtle change of topic while Blaine took a drink from his water bottle.

"Do you not like Flint?"

Blaine lowered the bottle down, his eyes wide with surprise. "What?"

"You just...You seem to not like Flint very much."

"I like Flint just fine. We're both Warblers, we're friends. I may not be as close to him as I am with Wes or David or you but I like him just fine. Why do you ask? Has he told you I don't like him? Because that's a lie, and I don't think you should be hanging around liars," he finished in a very serious tone.

"No, he didn't say anything like that. I was only curious is all. I thought maybe he's done something to make you dislike him."

"Nope. Nothing comes to mind," Blaine said smiling.

"Well that's good," Kurt said, returning a small smile. Kurt reached into his bag, under the pretense of finding his English book, which wasn't there. "Oh shoot. I thought I grabbed my book and I didn't. I gotta go and get that, I need it for class. I'll catch you later at rehearsal okay?"

"Okay, I'll save you a seat next to me," Blaine said with a wink, and walked off, leaving Kurt to go unnoticed leaving the opposite direction that his dorm was located.

Finding Flint wasn't as easy as he thought, but on his third try Kurt found him in one of the many practice rooms of the Music Lab. He came in without knocking, shutting the door with a snap as soon as he was inside.

"Shit Kurt," he gasped. "You scared me."

"I'm gonna ask you something, and I need you to tell me that truth," Kurt rushed.

"Sure, what's up? Are you okay?"

"Do you have a problem with Blaine?"

"Well I hadn't. Not until recently."

"And he has a problem with you?" Kurt asked quickly.

"I can pretty much say for certain he doesn't like me very much right now, yes."

"So he was lying to me," Kurt breathed quietly. "Why would he lie to me?"

"Kurt, what's going on?" Flint asked, standing from the piano bench, his forehead creasing in concern

"Why were you guy's arguing the other day? You were arguing about me, and I want to know why."

"You weren't supposed to hear that Kurt."

"Well I did. And I want to know what the heck is going on!"

"Blaine is uncomfortable with the idea of me being close to you," Flint said slowly. "He's just concerned about you. Which I understand, but I really don't think it's his business. And whether you agree with me or not I don't think I over stepped by bounds by saying so. So if you want me to apologize to him I won't, no matter what side you take."

"Side? I'm not taking a side," Kurt said with a shake of his head. "I just don't understand why all this is going on over me."

"Honestly Kurt, don't worry about it. Blaine and I will sort this out, you just keep doing your thing and forget it ever happened."

"But I feel like I'm causing some rift between you two when it was at least peaceful before hand."

"Don't be so concerned about keeping the peace. Blaine and I are big boys, we can sort this out."

"Are you alright Flint?" Kurt asked, sounding heavily concerned. "I mean, is everything okay with you?"

Flint gave another soft smile. "I'm getting better all the time Kurt."

"I just don't think–"

"Don't think to hard on it. It's nothing you have to worry your pretty little head over."

"Will you tell me if there is? Something to worry about, I mean."

Flint ran his hands threw his hair, sighing heavily. "You are killing me Kurt," he said, opening the door. "Absolutely killing me." And he bent down and placed a soft kiss on Kurt's temple, before walking off, leaving an incredibly stunned and still confused Kurt in his wake.

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Hopefully chapter 7 get's up by tomorrow, if not then by Friday for sure. I wasn't sure if I should italicize Flint's and Blaine's conversation because it was heard but not seen, so I just left it as is. I hope it wasn't to confusing. Anyways, drop me a line, let me know how you feel :)

Infinite x's and o's,

Cleo