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Kurt was incredibly uncomfortable. He sat next to Blaine, who was talking about his interest in having a movie night that weekend, but unawares to Blaine, Kurt heard none of it. He could feel Flint staring at them. And every time Kurt glanced in Flint's direction, he didn't even turn away, he just kept staring, his face giving nothing away about what he was thinking, or feeling, or the reason for his staring. He just looked at him, looked until Kurt felt he might burn under his gaze.

Wes banged his gavel, signifying the end of their five minute break. "So we still need, one more song for regional's. And after deep consideration the council as decided we will allow open auditions. If you decide you want, you may audition with a piece of your choosing. Please take in to consideration the other pieces that have been selected, and how well the piece will translate into acapella."

Everyone seemed very excited with the prospect, all chatting about their ideas.

"That's all, you're dismissed," Wes finished with a firm tap of his gavel.

"So, are we getting coffee?" Kurt asked Blaine, picking up his bag.

"Oh Kurt I'm sorry," Blaine apologized. "But I have plans with Sebastian. We're seeing a movie, cause it's his night off."

"No, that's okay. I'll use the extra time to select my audition piece. I'm feeling very positive about this go around."

"You'll do great I'm sure. I can help you later this week if you need it."

"I think I've got it covered," Kurt assured. "Now go, you're boy is waiting."

Blaine smiled, hurrying happily out of the room.

"It's kind of nauseating, isn't it," David said, standing next to Kurt.

"A little bit."

"Well, he was always a closet romantic."

Kurt giggled slightly, "It's hard to imagine him as a closet anything."

"Trust me, he wasn't always so confident," David promised. "How are you doing?"

"I'm okay."

"I know it hurts. But I honestly don't think he knew you liked him. He couldn't be intentionally cruel."

"It's not as bad as it was," Kurt told him. "But thank you David. Your condolences for my loss is appreciated."

"You're gonna be okay," David said, clapping a hand firmly on Kurt's shoulder, giving him a sly smile. "I'm sure things will work our for you. Now if you'll excuse me, it appears someone would like a word with you."

David slipped out of the room, shutting the door behind him. Kurt turned around, Flint was there, fiddling with the strap of his bag.

"Sorry about earlier," he said, blushing slightly. "I shouldn't have done that. But I really couldn't help it, you just looked so panic stricken."

"It's fine."

Flint smiled, shifting the weight on his feet. "So, the auditions..."

"What about them?" Kurt asked.

"I know it's a lot to ask, but I was wondering if you would sing with me."

"Sing with you?"

"For the auditions," Flint clarified. "Audition with me."

Kurt released a very heavy sigh. "Flint..."

"We would be great. I know we would. I realize I'm not the same type of singer as Blaine, but together we have a really nice sound. Please."

"I don't know, Blaine might think–"

"Why do you care so much what Blaine would think?" Flint pushed annoyed, his forehead creasing. "Why should he care if we sing together. He doesn't like me right now, I know, but he doesn't get to decide who you sing with. It's your decision Kurt."

"I'd have to think about it."

"It's just singing."

Kurt looked at him sternly. "It's never just singing."

"Well can't we pretend? I'm more than happy to pretend it doesn't mean anything."

"What's going on in your head?" Kurt asked, folding his arms in irritation. "Could you explain it to me, because I honestly don't know what you're ever thinking."

"I like being around you," Flint admitted, staring at the floor. "You make me want to tell you things, which is a pretty big deal for me. And I'm not expecting anything. This isn't some sort of confession of love, cause I know you like Blaine, so I'm not expecting anything. I just want to sing with you."

Kurt rang is fingers gingerly through his bangs, thinking. "Okay."

"Okay?"

"I'll sing with you, I'm saying yes."

"Thank you," Flint said, smiling widely. "This really means a lot to me Kurt."

"Well," Kurt began, straightening up, keeping a professional tone. "I'm flattered that you asked."

"Wanna grab a coffee? We can discuss our song options," Flint suggested, before adding slyly. "I'll pay."

"Free coffee, an offer I can't refuse."

The truth was, they didn't talk much about music. Coffee purchased, and sitting at a small table Flint asked question after question about Kurt and his life. His old Glee club, his friends, his family. What he liked and didn't like. Of course he answered very little about himself in return. Flint diverted any question Kurt asked about him, or answered with little to no actual information. Who answered "What's your favorite food" with "Salad"? Don't get Kurt wrong, he loved salad, but everyone knows that wasn't the type of answer people were looking for when they asked that question.

"What was it like growing up with two older siblings?" Kurt asked, taking a quick swig of his drink. "I only just acquired a brother so I don't know much about it."

"It was fine," Flint shrugged. "I don't really know any other way a living. My brother and I we're really close. His move to Chicago was really hard, for all of us. But he wanted to– well, it's where he wanted to be."

"Do they have a really awesome hospital or something?"

"Yeah, I suppose."

"What do you want to do?" Kurt questioned further. "I take it you aren't interested in following the paths of your brother or sister."

"No, defiantly not interested."

"Well, what are you interested in?"

"Other than you?"

Kurt lifted his eyebrows deliberately. "Is this a confessions of your feelings?"

Flint just smiled weakly. "I wouldn't be that crass. I think that was my attempt at humor. I'm not very funny, without a crowd."

"You're trying to distract me."

"From what?"

"The truth," Kurt said frowning. "Any details that share with me who you might really be. Yellow isn't a lot to go on, as grateful as I am to you for sharing that tidbit."

"I love cinnamon rolls," Flint offered.

"Who doesn't?"

"People allergic to cinnamon."

"Touche, thou that usest humor for thy defense."

Flint flushed and looked resolutely down at the table. "My favorite book is Peter Pan. I can't swim. I'm allergic to scallops, and I found out the hard way. When I was eight, my brother forget me at the park, and I spent hours crying on the bleachers. My first crush was Burt, from Mary Poppins, and my Dad is the only one I haven't come out to."

"Well, that wasn't so bad was it?" Kurt said, kicking Flint lightly under the table. "I always liked Burt too."

"Alright, I think that's enough for the day," Flint said, standing and throwing out his cup. "Let me get you back to school, my Mom will wonder where I am if I'm not home soon."

"Okay," Kurt agreed, following him out of the warm shop and into the much cooler outdoors. Back at school Kurt hoped out of the car, prepared to hurry back to his comfy dorm But Flint was hurrying out of his car, to stand intentionally before him.

"You don't have to walk me back you know."

"I know. Even if I wanted to I don't really have time, but I have something for you," Flint explained, handing over a small gift bag. "Since I promised to pay you back for Saturday."

Kurt took the bag gingerly into his hand, opening it slowly. Kurt's eyes widened as he pulled a soft grey scarf from the folds of the tissue paper.

"I heard you liked scarves."

"I do," Kurt breathed. "Thank you, it's beautiful."

Flint tugged it gently from Kurt's hand and slipped it around his neck, smiling at the overall look. "I'm glad I chose that one, it's a great color for you."

"Well you are officially out of my debt I assure you."

Flint just smiled. "You wanna meet in the practice room tomorrow? We can get to work."

"Okay," Kurt said. "At lunch then. I'll see ya."

"Yeah, see ya Kurt."

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I didn't like this chapter as much as some of the others, but it had it's moments,

Any particular song you would like Kurt and Flint to sing? I have some ideas, but I would love to know what you guys thought would be a good song for the two of them.

Always,

Cleo