Hello People! What be up in that internet world?

So the thanks today go to:

CSICMCNISFreak: For asking me to marry them, thank you so much I am flattered :) Maybe someday ;) lol

Sassy Selena, NixxxRky, for wanting more and liking Flint

Leena7, for liking the tone.

Platowasabore, for hoping correctly.

CherryCrush1901, Puking Rainbows :) yay!

Faithcharity621, For being so grateful for my updates.

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Kurt couldn't process what had happened, what had been about to happen, what was happening. He just watched as Flint swore uncontrollably into his hands. He wanted to stay. He wanted to go. He wanted to talk, but also he wanted to stop breathing altogether. But he should go, quickly. He shouldn't be there...I shouldn't be here.

"I should go," Kurt gushed, panicked. He ran to his things, pulling on his jacket and snatching up his bag. "I shouldn't be– I've got to– I have to go."

Flint straitened up, fretful. "No! Kurt don't–"

"No, I have to go. I really have to go. I can't be here, I can't, I can't, I-I need to go," Kurt rambled frantically. He yanked open the door, breaking into a run. He almost collided with Flint's Dad in the foyer, who was pacing back and forth, his face pale and contorted in a look of pain and confusion. Kurt meet his eyes, his own face filling with panic as he stuttered out undecipherable apologies, nearly stumbling off the front porch in his rush to get away.

When did this happen? When did his friendship with Flint become so complicated? How could a stupid pretzel, a single act of kindness leave him in such a mess. He felt sick, his stomach was twisted and knotted. Like ivy crawling up a wall, wrapping, sinking needle thin branches tightly into the surface, not letting go. Flint was thinking of kissing him. Flint asked to kiss him, asked if he wanted to kissed, and even now Kurt didn't know what he was going to say. Flint, who was shy, and awkward and funny and sweet and kind and handsome and stupid, stupid, stupid! So stupid! Why did he have to put the idea of kissing into Kurt's head?

Kurt's eyes burned, as he pressed his eyelids soundly shut, to put a stop to their natural instinct to water. This wasn't fair. Kurt was angry and sad and confused. He felt guilty, for the lying he had been doing, for letting Flint get so close, so unbelievably close. Kurt liked Blaine. He knew he did. Though less than before. Less since he had chosen someone else, since he had become distant, and more possessive at the same time. Since Blaine had stopped liking Flint, only because Flint seemed to have taken an interest in him.

Blaine was selfish. He wanted his boyfriend while also wanting Kurt to spend all of his time with him, even if he hadn't been willing to do the same. And Flint was selfish. Because he was being too nice and too secretive. Because he didn't expect anything from Kurt, but he wanted something all the same. And Kurt was selfish. Because he still liked Blaine, but he liked Flint a little bit too. A little bit more everyday.

Damn.

Back at school he shut himself in his room. Laying on his bed, he stared almost comatose at the ceiling, as if willing it to explain things to him. He was lost, he didn't know what to do. He knew he should talk to someone. Maybe call Mercedes. Vent, cry over the phone. She would promise a shopping trip when he was back for the weekend. Fix things the best way she could, say whatever she had to to make him feel better. But he couldn't bring himself to get his phone, even though he heard it going off. Probably texts from Blaine. He should talk to someone, but he wouldn't, not yet. Not until he knew what he wanted to talk about, which parts he was willing to share.

Friday dawned drizzly and sad, not helping Kurt's mood in the slightest. Last night had been a nightmare. He hadn't slept well, he felt terrible, and he certainly didn't look much better. There were too many texts in his phone, too many messages and missed calls. But the newest of the texts was from a number he didn't recognize, so he opened it, worry creeping in at the words. It read : David gave me your number, I won't be at school today. I'll meet you at the practice room, Monday at lunch. Please don't respond.

No mystery who sent that.

For the first time in weeks Kurt was sitting at a lunch table with Blaine. Blaine gushed on about how happy he was to have Kurt there, because it felt like it had been forever since he'd seen him. And while he praised him for his obvious dedication to his song and perfecting it, he also scolded him for letting it take time away from his friends.

"And you won't give me even a tiny clue as to what you're doing," Blaine said pouting. "I could help you! I really want you to get this solo."

"It's a surprise," Kurt said again, knowing that Blaine would indeed be surprised, though not in a good way. "I've got it under control, stop nagging."

"Sorry," Blaine grumbled. "I didn't realize I was such a bother."

"Your not," Kurt amended. Feeling guilty. "I'm sorry Blaine. I promise it's not your fault, I just didn't sleep well, I shouldn't take my bad mood out on you."

"Well, what are friends for? I'm here to help, even if it's just being an ear to get your angst out on."

"Thanks, I really appreciate it. So what's new, we haven't talked lately."

"Well over than missing the socks off you, thing's have been really good. I went to Sebastian's baseball game last week. It was amazing. I know you don't like sports much but you should come with me sometime."

"I'll think about it."

"It would be perfect. Sebastian was telling me about this friend of his, we think you two should meet. We could double and stuff. He's supposed to be really nice and pretty good looking, since you don't have a boyfriend he thought–"

"I beg your pardon?" Kurt interrupted.

"What?" Blaine asked innocently.

"Are you...are you trying to set me up?"

"I guess. Sebastian and I though you two would really hit it off, then we could all–"

"You want to set me up? You want to set me up? With some friend of Sebastian's? When you– how can you even– What the hell is the matter with you! Setting me up with...I can't even begin to–" Kurt spluttered grabbing at his hair in disbelief. "After that whole thing, after putting Flint down you want to set me up with some guy you don't even know? Some friend of your boyfriends? No. No, no, no, no, no. I can't even look at you right now," And Kurt piled his things in his arms and stormed out spectactularly, leaving the rest of the room to look bewildered over at Blaine, who sat, fork poised in the air, a stupid blank look on his face.

Kurt didn't speak to Blaine for the rest of the day. And Kurt was thankful that Blaine wasn't stupid enough to try a talk to him right away. If he thought Kurt needed time to cool down he was right, one word from him might have sent Kurt over the edge, and Blaine would have been walking away with a black eye, if not a broken nose. Kurt fumed through rehearsal, very grateful when it was over. He had something he needed to do. Ready to go, he walked up to the boy in mind.

"Can I talk to you? If you have time?"

David smiled, "Sure. Want to go for a walk?"

Kurt returned the smile, even if it was only half heartedly. "That would be great, thank you."

They walked in a slow lazy pace across the grounds. The air was damp and cold, but the rain had stopped so it wasn't uncomfortable.

"What's on your mind?" David asked, not prying, but sounding honestly interested and concerned.

"I went over to Flint's yesterday."

"Okay."

"Some things...happened." Kurt said, the words weighing heavy on his tongue.

"What sort of things?"

"Embarrassing things. Really bad things."

"Flint liking you things?" David asked, surprisingly nonchalant.

"'You know?" Kurt gasped in wonderment.

"Kurt I know everything," David said with a little wink. "Flint and I go way back, sometimes I can get him to talk to me. Which is rare, as I'm sure you've discovered. But sometimes with important things, he'll talk to me."

"That's good. I'm glad he doesn't lock everything away all the time."

"So what happened?"

"He almost...we...kind of almost maybe kissed."

"Alright," David said, encouraging him to continue.

"But his dad walked in," Kurt finished, blushing slightly.

"Oh."

"Which is terrible, because he didn't know about Flint...But I'm also a little bit grateful."

"Because you don't know if you wanted him to kiss you or not," David added wisely.

"Yeah," Kurt continued. "And Blaine want's to set me up with some friend of Sebastian's which really pissed me off. Especially since I over heard him telling Flint off for liking me, but he would be okay with me being with some stupid guy he knows next to nothing about. And it also really hurt because..."

"Because you like Blaine."

"Yes," Kurt admitted painfully.

David hummed lightly. "But, you also like Flint, right?"

"Yes. I think so."

"I see your dilemma."

"How do I handle this?" Kurt said, stopping their stroll abruptly. "I don't know what to do."

"Alright, I'm going to start off by saying, this isn't something you can avoid and you will have to deal with it."

"Okay."

"But just for right now, I don't think you should do anything," David reasoned. "You need to work out how you feel, before you make any decisions, and you need to be sure, or people will get hurt."

"But what do I say? How do I–"

"Tell Blaine that he needs to leave you alone for a while. And that he should never try to set you up ever again. And just tell Flint you need time to think things over. He's a pretty understanding guy and if you ask him to leave it be he will. I promise."

Kurt sighed heavily, feeling beyond exhausted. "I just feel so stupid. I'm scared I'm messing everything up."

"I honestly believe that everything will work out, and you defiantly aren't stupid. You're in a difficult situation, and to me it looks like your handling it the best you can. You're talking about it and you're asking for help. Not much else you can do."

"Thank you David," Kurt said, hugging him quickly. " For listening, and helping. It means a lot to me."

"We're friends Kurt," David told him, giving him a tight squeeze back. "I'm really honored that you trust me enough to come to me."

Kurt smiled. He was going to get through the weekend. He could make it through without worrying himself to pieces and he was certain he would be able to handle Monday. Monday would be fine. That's what he thought, until Monday actually happened.

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Sorry it was kind of short, and just really rambling. But it is what it is.

And I really like the idea of David, he just seems like he would be really sweet and understanding. So I thought he would he good person for Kurt to talk to.

So I hope you enjoyed :)

May the force be with you all,

Cleo