100 Reviews! I can't even believe it, a whole hundred. That is so bomb, I am happy dancing right now. A very happy dance.

So Fluffy Nugget asked what Flint looked like. I noticed that I didn't describe him. It didn't seem important since it was just a one shot in the beginning but now I guess he needs some description.

He's tall, broad shoulders but a fairly lean body. I'm seeing dark brown hair, with some red in it. It would look really pretty in the light ;) His nose is on the long side, very slender and a few near invisible freckles, brown eyes, and straight teeth, he had braces in Jr high. He's good looking, in the way that people have always said it to him, but it never really occurred to him that it was true. Anyways, that's sort of what I see.

I want to thank everyone for their words and responses. I want to acknowledge everyone, but it just gets so hard. So I'll try to thank a few at a time.

SceneNeko, Maiqu, NotMyBabies, Sucks To Be Human, NorthernDownpoursMadePublic, Conona, Bennydevil2000, for being such frequent and loyal reviewers.

KurtColfer, Booth Seeley Booth, Alice, Sapphiretwin369, D.H. Knightly, Macey4xox, RobinWayne, Romeraven81, for liking the "Flirt"

And I don't own glee.

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For the rest of the week, and the entirety of the following, Kurt and Flint didn't practice. The spent their time in the practice room arguing, almost non-stop. Each pitched different songs which were quickly dismissed by the other. It didn't help that to begin with their taste in music wasn't really the same. While Kurt found his joy in musicals and numerous pop icons, Flint favored indie bands and classic rock. At the beginning of the third week they finally came to an agreement. Auditions were scheduled for the following Monday, so they agreed for double rehearsals, lunch and after school for the rest of the week.

Due to the time Kurt spent rehearsing the frequency of Blaine's texts had increased significantly as a result. And while Kurt explained that he was spending all his spare time preparing for the auditions, he had neglected to mention he was working with Flint. This caused him to avoid most of the texts guiltily or respond with vague explanations. And not matter how many times Flint told Kurt that he wasn't doing anything wrong, he couldn't help but feel he was.

On Thursday, Flint didn't show up at lunch. Kurt sat at the piano, plucking at the keys for an hour and he never came. He was also absent from Warblers rehearsal, and no one said anything about a reason for him not being there. So after school, Kurt found himself standing on Flint's porch, knocking sharply on the door. A few moments passed, and the door was opened, Flint standing there in jeans and an oversized Ohio State sweatshirt.

"Kurt? What are you doing here?"

"You didn't show up today, and you weren't at practice. I was–" Kurt stopped abruptly, what was he exactly?

Flint just smiled cheekily. "And you were worried?"

"I was concerned about the quality of our performance," Kurt amended haughtily. "Where were you?"

"Doctors appointment," Flint said, stepping back from the door. "Come inside, you'll catch a cold."

Kurt stepped inside the house, turning his critical eye back to Flint. "Doctors appointment? Is everything okay?"

"Eye doctor," Flint assured. "Just a check up."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I forgot," Flint shrugged. "The appointment was at ten and they had to dilate my eyes so my mom just let me skip. And I suppose it's sort of a miracle that we've come this far without it, but I don't actually have your phone number."

"Oh, right."

"But I'm glad you came by," Flint said, taking a few steps backwards. "Come on, I want to show you something."

"Flint honey!" His mom's voice rang from the kitchen area. "I've got Doctor Morgans on the phone, can you do an appointment at four-thirty next Wednesday?"

"Yes, Mom!" Flint responded. "And Kurt's here, we'll be in the garage!"

"Dr. Morgans?" Kurt asked.

"Dentist. My mom likes to get all the yearly checks done around the same time."

Flint guided Kurt down a hallway and opened the thick white door at the end. When Flint had said they were going to the garage, Kurt had expected to find himself in a garage. But that did not turn out to be the case. It was a room built within the garage. The floor was carpeted in thick black plush, the walls were painted creme, with black foam rectangles spaced around the walls and ceiling to absorb sound. Drums, keyboard, cases of guitars and numerous other instruments lined the wall. Speakers and amps were in the corners, and there were several mic stands placed equally around the room.

"What is this?" Kurt asked, completely awed.

"My personal practice room and recording studio," Flint explained. "What do you think?"

"I think it's incredible. How many instruments do you play?"

"Seven."

Kurt's jaw dropped. "Seven?"

"I didn't play sports when I was a kid, I played instruments."

"But seven?"

"Piano, guitar, drums, cello, clarinet, saxophone, and the flute." Flint listed. "I never liked the flute."

"You really are just full of surprises," Kurt praised, looking at him intently.

"Well I like to keep you on your toes," Flint said, walking to a sound board and flicking some switches "I thought we could record a musical track for the audition, that we don't have to worry about either of us playing the piano. And it will give us an opportunity to really preform the piece."

Kurt set down his things and shrugged off his coat, flipping his scarf dramatically over his shoulder. "Just tell me what to do."

It was a fascinating experience. Flint had Kurt play the piano part through a couple of times, and then they replayed the tracks, deciding which one they liked best. Flint taught Kurt how to work the board, and then Flint laid out the upbeat drums. They repeated the process, adding two separate tracks of guitar, and Flint taught Kurt a simple base rift to finish it all off. At the computer Flint took the individual tracks and laid them atop each other.

"Ready to hear it?" Flint asked, the mouse icon hovering over the 'play' button.

"Yes, play it!" Kurt giggled excitedly.

The sound that reached their ears was perfect.

"It sounds so professional," Kurt observed proudly.

"Well, we had some good talent at the instruments. Not to mention my equipment it pretty high tech."

"This stuff is spectacular," Kurt admitted, running his fingers gently over the strings of a guitar. "Did your parents pay for all this?"

"It was sort of cumulative gift for several birthdays," Flint told him. "And a future graduation present. And maybe a couple of Christmas presents too."

"Well, I think it was worth the sacrifice. It's brilliant."

Flint smiled a soft, tentative smile, "I'm glad you like it."

Kurt look away quickly from the underlining tenderness in that gaze. "So, you want to practice with our new track? It'll give us that opportunity to "really perform it", as you put earlier."

"I would love too," Flint said, restarting the track.

So they did. It started off with a lot of goofy jumping around, but eventually they fell into more appropriate interactions. Kurt hadn't had this much fun in quite a while, he missed the playfulness he used to have when he would preform. Bouncing into to Flint occasionally, singing to him, and to the imaginary audience they had in the way of the walls was making him giddy.

Some how, by the end of the song, Flint had been bold enough to put an arm around Kurt's waist. He swung them both lightly in a circle before pulling Kurt against him, his free hand moving up to tugged lightly at the scarf around Kurt's neck, the scarf he had given him.

"Do you believe that?" Flint asked quietly, looking very shy.

"Believe what?"

"That 'The worst is behind'?"

"It's beginning to look like a possibility," Kurt responded breathless, noticing for the first time the dark gold ring that surround Flint's pupils, before the rest of the iris turned to an amber brown. When did his face get so close? "You're really close right now."

"Am I? I didn't notice," Flint mumbled, his face tilting a fraction. "I could move, if I'm making you uncomfortable."

"Uncomfortable? I'm...fine...I'm...how tall are you?" Kurt asked stupidly.

"Six three and a quarter inches."

"That's great."

Flint let out a ghost like laugh. "It has it's advantages."

Kurt struggled to find words, his throat feeling unnaturally dry and narrow. Flint's arm tightened slightly around him, the hand finding a new spot on Kurt's hipbone. Finally words spilled airily from his lips. "Are you going to kiss me?"

"I was considering it," Flint admitted. "Though I'm kind of content just to look at the increasing size of your pupils." He paused for a brief moment, nipping at his bottom lip with his blindingly perfect teeth. "Would you like me to kiss you?"

"I–"

But the door swung open,"Hey Flint, how was–" But Mr. Wilson stopped talking, as Flint and Kurt pulled instantly apart.

"Dad!" Flint gasped.

"Sorry," he mumbled, looking around rapidly. "I didn't know you had company, you're mom just said you were...We can talk later." And he retreated, shutting the door with a click.

Flint moaned pitifully, leaning against the wall, his face in his hands. "Shit."

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Update will come soon. Thanks for the song thoughts, I've settled on something, upbeat, flirtation implied, and sort of pop rock. At least I think so.

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