I would like to start out by saying the song they will be singing is "Falling For The First Time" By the Barenaked Ladies, whom I love. Some of the lyrics will be in this chapter, but if you would like to hear the actual song you may go to youtube to do so. There is also an Acapella version of this song sung by a group called The Xtension Chords. They do a goofy rendition of it, it's pretty cute. I just thought I would tell you all before hand, because sometimes I like to play the song while I'm reading that part, so I get a feel for what's going on.

I will also like you all to know, that at the moment I cannot confirm nor deny this is Klaine. I also cannot confirm nor deny that it is Flirt. But I am really liking the Flirt... so take it as you will.

Sasijaha, thank you for pointing that out, definitely/defiantly, I would not have caught it, I'll be more careful.

Vi, Leslie, For pulling in favor of The Flirt :)

Sucks To Be Human, magical powers...I soooo wish.

Fizzy-Flo, Maiqu, Boothe Seeley Booth, Dear Near Scary, gleekcrazy, KurtColfer, For liking the Favid friendship

Conona, For always be happy with the updates

NixxRky, SceneNeko For missing Flint.

NotMyBabies, For worrying about Flint

Sassy Selena, For liking Blaine and Flint, just like Kurt.

Avalonfreak, For wishing Flint were a real person

NorthernDownpoursMadePublic, For wishing my a happy Valentines Day, right back at you :)

And Happy Valentines Day to all of you, Be you single, or together with someone. Your boyfriends or girlfriends, husbands or wives are lucky to have you.

Ant to the singletons, you aren't alone, I'm right there with you.

I don't own glee.

X

Blaine took the telling off fairly well. Though, he didn't quite understand why Kurt was so upset with him, he was only trying to help. He thought Kurt would want a boyfriend. Didn't David say once that Kurt was made to be loved? That the right person just had to find him? Blaine only wanted to help his best friend, find him someone as nice as the guy he had landed, not someone like Flint.

Kurt could tell Blaine wasn't very pleased to be asked to give him a little bit of space. Even less so when he said he had a few things to work out.

"What kind of things?" Blaine asked darkly.

"Just things. Personal sort of things," Kurt said, pulling out his phone, finding the time later than he had thought. "Look I have somewhere I need to be, I'll see you later. Maybe we can talk more after practice okay? But I have to go."

"Go where?"

"It's nothing," Kurt said absentmindedly, walking away. "I gotta go."

His feet stepped along the familiar path to the music lab, the beat of his heart increasing rapidly the closer he got. Kurt Hummel was not one to be nervous, so why did he have to suddenly develop a very unattractive set of sweaty palms and clammy skin. What if Flint wasn't there? What if he was, but then decided he couldn't talk to him, or he was too hurt by his running off to even listen to what Kurt had to say? What if–

But Kurt was standing outside the usual practice room, now all he had to do was open the door. Shouldn't be hard. Put hand on doorknob. Okay, now turn door knob. Good, now, open the door and walk in. And he did, with his lungs filled up with a disquieted breath. There was an instant change in the air which was noticed by both. Flint looked up briefly, only to look fretfully back at the floor, clearly just as anxious as Kurt.

He didn't look well. Tired, a little paler than usual. Like he was about to be hit hard with a cold. Just when the silence was about to reach the point of being physically unbearable, Flint spoke up, his voice not sounding quite his own, his eyes still glued resolutely at the ground.

"I'm sorry about the text. I know it sounded rude. But I was spending the whole day with my dad, and I thought it would be best if we weren't interrupted, especially by you, if you understand."

"I..." Kurt had begun, but he knew that wasn't how he wanted to start. "So, you guys talked?"

"Hard to avoid conversation after an incident like that. So yeah, we talked."

"Are you gonna tell me what happened?" Kurt asked, his tone both timid and guilty, as though he felt bad for asking.

"Do you really want to know?"

Kurt blinked in surprise. "Of course I do."

"He was upset," Flint admitted, digging the heel of his shoes into the floor. "Probably the most upset I'd seen him in a while, and he's had pretty bad moments in the past."

Kurt's face fell, fearing the worst. "Oh..."

"Not like that. At least...it's not the gay thing that bothers him so much, I don't think. I mean, he said it wasn't. He was hurt. That everyone else knew but he didn't. Like I didn't trust him enough to tell him, as I had with everyone else. He asked if I thought he wouldn't love me, or didn't love me enough to be okay with it. And I never thought that, it was just always harder with him. Cause he's my Dad, and I knew he'd love me regardless, he always has, but I just thought it might disappoint him. And what would I do with myself if that happened? I guess I'm a little bit glad he knows, and that it's out there but, I just wish I thought to lock that damn door."

"I'm sorry," Kurt murmured.

Flint looked up, his pained and tired eyes meeting Kurt's. "Sorry we got caught, or sorry it happened. Cause at this point there's not much reason to keep lying to you. If my Dad hadn't walked in or if you didn't stop me, I was going to kiss you."

Kurt paled almost comically, "I..."

"I suppose you won't tell me either way. What would have happened if he hadn't interrupted," Flint paused, pushing his hands into his pockets. "Maybe that's for the best anyways. I'm not sure I actually want to know. I probably wouldn't be able to stand the disappointment. Either it was going to happen but my Dad ruined it, or you would have stopped me. Kind of a lose, lose situation."

"I don't know," Kurt said, shaking his head. "I've spent days thinking about it and I honestly don't know."

Flint looked up, a gleam of hopefulness in his eyes. "What if I tried again?" And he pushed himself off the wall, taking a slow but deliberate step towards Kurt.

"What?" Kurt croaked, with much less than his usual eloquence.

"What if. I tried. Again?" Flint repeated, his tone gentle and decisive. He was in Kurt's bubble again, his hands placed delicately on Kurt's face. He moved his fingers so they brushed softly over his cheeks, down the curve of his neck and under his chin. Kurt's eyes fell closed at the almost hypnotic quality of the motion. He had never before been touched with such gentle precision and intent.

Flint's nose bumped so naturally and causally into his. He took his time, nuzzling slowly, stealing time with the Eskimo kisses, giving Kurt every opportunity to pull away. When Flint's breath become dangerously close to his mouth, he found his voice.

"I need...time," He quivered, his eyes remaining shut. "I"m confused...And I need some time...to think."

Flint's movement ceased and the room filled with silence. For the briefest of moments Kurt thought Flint was going to kiss him anyways. But he didn't.

"Okay," was the breathy reply he got, and Flint slipped away from him, as if he had never been there at all.

"Okay?"

"Yeah, okay. I understand," Flint said, pressing his back against the far wall again, clearly trying to regain an attitude of normalcy. "So, are we still singing together today?"

"Of course," Kurt said, also trying to sound as if his entire body wasn't about to collapse or melt clean into the floor. "We can't have all our hard work going to waste can we."

X

At the Warblers rehearsal they sat a few seats away form each other, stealing a glance after each song as if silently seeking the others opinion. About half of the soloist had gone, all of them good, but so far nothing breathtakingly spectacular. After a polite round of applause Wes stood again.

"Alright, who's next?" He inquired neutrally.

Kurt stood abruptly, before he lost his nerve.

"Alright Kurt, the floor is yours," Wes said, stepping back. No one noticed Flint walk over to the sound system and place in the CD.

"Hello," Kurt offered with a little wave. "Today I will be singing, "Falling For The First Time" By the Barenaked Ladies."

A small amount of laughter followed those words, but quickly dissipated. A cheerful reminder that teenage boys were predictably immature.

"And I will be singing with him," Flint added, jumping beside him, just as their intro started. Flint gave a devilish smile, miming a silly air guitar before he started to sing.

"I'm so cool, too bad I'm a loser"

Kurt bumped him slightly with his hip, taking the next verse.

"I'm so smart, too bad I can't get anything figured out"

Flint grabbed Kurt, pulling him front of him like a shield.

"I'm so brave, too bad I'm a baby"

Kurt moved playfully away from him

"I'm so fly, that's probably why it"

And together

"Feels just like I'm falling for the first time"

They chorus had always been Flints favorite part, and he took it as an opportunity to take a look at the audience, all of them looking fairly surprised. He directed the first line quite obviously to Blaine, who took notice, stiffening visibly in his seat.

"Anyone perfect must be lying, anything easy has its cost

Anyone plain can be lovely, anyone loved can be lost

What if I lost my direction? What if I lost sense of time?

What if I nursed this infection? Maybe the worst is behind

It feels just like I'm falling for the first time

It feels just like I'm falling for the first time"

The rest of the song was a blur of smiles and playful antics. Kurt pulling at Flint's arm, Flint digging his fingers jokingly into Kurt's side causing him to giggle. The rest of the room disappeared, it didn't matter that they were auditioning for anything anymore, now it felt like this was just for them.

At the last "Maybe the worst is behind." They were holding hands loosely, looking shyly at each other. The track ended and the clapping began, Flint pulled Kurt against him, hugging him tightly, smiling into to Kurt's neck. "You were great," he breathed heavily into Kurt's skin.

"You too," Kurt muttered in elation, pulling back. Kurt beamed brightly, the adrenaline beating warmly under his skin. Before Flint was able to say anything else there was a rush of movement and color and Flint was being pushed aggressively away. He fell back, hitting a piano bench and falling on the floor.

"Shit!" he cursed, struggling to stand, "What the hell Blaine?"

Kurt stood speechless for a moment, before hurrying over to Flint to help him up.

"I told you to stay away from him!" Blaine seethed.

"Blaine, sit down," Thad ordered, standing, his face stern.

Blaine blanched slightly, but did not waver. "But–"

"Blaine you can't–" But what Blaine couldn't do, Flint didn't finish saying. His knees collapsed under him and his eyes lost focus as he released gasping words. "Oh god...Kurt go!"

"Wha..." Kurt, trailed off bewildered.

"Damn it," Blaine breathed, rushing forward and pushing Kurt away. "Wes, call an ambulance!" He commanded, kneeling over Flint. "David, get Kurt out of here!"

"What! No!" Kurt screeched, falling down next Flint's unconscious form, confused and scared.

"David now!" Blaine yelled, beginning CPR.

David grabbed Kurt, pulling him from the room with as much speed as possible. Kurt struggled, fighting him the whole way, desperate to stay. "Stop it! David let me go! What's going on? David!"

Blaine continued CPR while Wes talked on the phone. "Hello, I need an ambulance at Dalton Academy. A student has collapsed. He has–"

But Kurt heard no more, as David dragged Kurt away, his face like serious stone.

X

Okay, so there way go. I wonder what you guy's are thinking? I hope you share :)

See you guys soon.

Blueberry Muffins,

Cleo