So I re-watched 'Silly love songs'. And I selected my would be Flint from the Warblers. At the end of the warblers rendition of the song, Silly Love Longs, he is the tallest in the middle of the back row between the blonde on the right and the shorter guy to the left. Just so everyone knows ;) Or you can google image search "Warblers silly love songs" and there's a group picture and he's the top left.

I would also like you too know you reviews are what keep me alive. They have a magic quality, it's the only way I can explain the fact that I've updated everyday. It's a bloody miracle for me. I should really wrap up those other in progress stories I have stuck in limbo. The guilt is eating at me...oh well...

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Kurt went back to school with David, who seemed unsure of what he should say, if anything at all.

"Are you okay?" He finally settled on, pulling into the school lot and parking his car.

"I guess. I'm not really sure how I'm supposed to feel."

"Relieved he isn't dying?"

"Well of course I'm relieved he's not dying," Kurt grunted. "But I'm angry because he lied and I'm still worried about what might happen to him"

"That's understandable."

"It's just that, now I can't imagine my life without him. Which scares me a little more than it probably should."

"Just don't worry," David suggested warmly. "Let things take their course. Flints pretty strong, considering. Not that he hasn't had problems, but just try not to worry. I know he doesn't want that for you."

"Well I'll try," Kurt promised, shutting the car door. "Thanks for taking me David."

"Not a problem Kurt. You want me to walk you back to your dorm?"

"No, it's okay. I've got to go talk to Blaine."

David lifted his eyebrows, concerned. "You sure?"

"Yeah, it's nothing bad," Kurt said with a shrug. "I promised Flint I would."

"Okay, I'll see you later." And David went off in the opposite direction.

"Kay, thanks again," Kurt called after him

"Think nothing of it Kurt," David responded with a wave.

Kurt strolled slowly to Blaine's room, fretting slightly at the idea of seeing Blaine after the whole incident.

But he had promised, and he was beginning to understand why Blaine had been so upset. He was protecting his friend, his actions had been fairly reasonable given the circumstances. He just should have just gone about it in a very different way. But Kurt could forgive him for that. If he was cable of forgiving Blaine for one thing it was that. Maybe not for breaking his heart and finding someone else or even being such a hypocrite. But trying to protect him, that he could forgive.

He knocked briefly before opening the door to Blaine's room, per their usual routine. But Kurt's eyes nearly popped out of his head and his stomach dropped right down into his shoes. Blaine and Sebastian were clearly occupied by each others roaming hands and frantically moving lips. Fortunately they jolted apart at the interruption.

"Kurt!" Blaine gasped disentangling himself from his boyfriend.

"Oh my God," Kurt heaved, looking absolutely appalled. "You are unbelievable." And Kurt retreated quickly out of the room.

"Kurt wait!" Blaine called, following him out, shutting his door behind him. He hurried after Kurt, who had already scurried halfway through the hall. "Wait!"

Kurt stopped, turning to face him in a fury. "I can't believe you! Flint's in the hospital and your putting the moves on your boyfriend."

"He was already planning on coming over. And he was just trying to make me feel better, I was worried too."

"Well you have a funny way of showing it," Kurt hissed. "Flint's fine by the way. He asked me to make sure to tell you that you had nothing to do with it, in case you were concerned."

"And I was. I shouldn't have shoved him, that was wrong, and I'm glad he's okay."

"Blaine what's the matter with you? I understand now that you were only trying to protect me but don't you think you went to far?"

"I was just looking out for you," Blaine explained hopelessly. "Flint isn't the right guy for you."

"But you don't get to decide that! You don't get to decide who's right for me, you lost the privilege when you started dating Sebastian."

"What? I get a boyfriend and then I'm no longer entitled to be a part of your life."

"Of course you are a part of my life," Kurt groaned in frustration. "But you don't get a say in my romantic pursuits because you didn't pick me!"

Blaine paused, his forehead creasing in confusion. "Pick you?"

"Yes Blaine," he said with a sigh. "You didn't pick me. As if it wasn't painfully obvious that I liked you."

"Kurt..."

"Don't. It's fine, I'm getting over it. We're friends. And I want to stay friends but you need to stay out of my love life because you aren't doing me any favors. And if there is...anything...any remote possibility that I might have something with Flint, who is a genuinely nice guy, who actually cares for me, then you have to stay out of it."

"But Kurt I–"

"Maybe it's best if we don't hang out for a while," Kurt suggested, stating at his feet. "Give some time to get over the awkwardness."

"But you're my best friend!" Blaine pointed out. "What am I supposed to do?"

"Just more time for Sebastian. You should go, I'm sure he's wondering where you are."

Blaine looked about puzzled and embarrassed. "Kurt I didn't mean...It hadn't occurred to me that–"

"I know," Kurt interrupted. "I know it didn't occur to you. That's what makes it all so terrible. You kept me so close, and you didn't even think about me in that way for a single moment. So I need to spend sometime without you. Or I'm just going to end up resenting and hating you."

"I don't want to lose you."

"And you won't. We just need to take a break."

"Do you like Flint?" Blaine asked through a clenched jaw, as if he was desperately attempting to keep any accusation out of his voice.

Kurt gave a half smile. "I wasn't sure. I thought maybe I just liked the attention. Liked that he liked me. But, when he collapsed and I didn't know if he was going to be okay, all I could think about was how I can't lose him. And I feel ridiculous for becoming so attached to him after only a month of really getting to know him, but I can't lose him. So yeah, I like him."

"Okay. Just...Okay, I'll see you around," And Blaine retreated gloomily back to his room.

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Flint appeared to be sliding a disk into his laptop when Kurt entered the room. He lit up brightly as Kurt entered.

"Hey, you came," Flint said smiling.

"I said I would," Kurt shrugged, sitting down in the chair by the bed. "So what's the news?"

"I've convinced them to go with the Endoscopic route. I'm scheduled for Thursday."

"That's great, so you'll be back in two weeks?"

"Yeah, about," Flint said, running a hand through his hair. "So, what happened with the auditions."

"Well, we got through the rest of them today," Kurt told him.

"And?"

"Since you won't be available to practice for a while, our song was a no go."

"What?" Flint protested, shooting up. "No, you're brilliant! You deserve a solo, couldn't someone else sing with you."

"They suggested that actually," Kurt explained, leaning forward slightly. "But I turned them down."

"Why?"

"Because I don't want to sing it with anyone else," Kurt said softly, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

Flint fell back into his pillows, puzzled. "...What?"

"I won't sing it with anyone else. It's our song. They can choose someone else's solo. I can wait."

"I don't know what to say."

"You don't have to say anything," Kurt said humbly. "We auditioned for the spot, and so it's both of us or neither of us. Besides this will give me more time to make sure you keep up with your parts. Someone's got to teach you while your out."

"You're volunteering to be my tutor?"

"Who's more qualified than me?"

"I'm just a little surprised you're willing to spend so much extra time with me."

"Don't sound so shocked. Why are you acting like I treat the time I've spent with you as if it's some huge burden."

Flint paused, chewing the inside of his cheek. "Don't be mad, but I kind of thought it was for you."

"I wouldn't be here if I didn't want to be."

"You want to be here?" Flint asked him smirking.

Kurt frowned. "Didn't I just say that?"

"Not exactly," Flint prodded, still smiling. "Say it for real, it'll make my day."

Kurt pressed his lips together, letting the words that escaped sound small and near silent. "I want to be here."

"Again," Flint commanded fondly.

"I want to be here," Kurt sighed, sounding condescending.

"One more time?" Flint pleaded, waggling his eyebrows.

"I want to be here!"

Flint leaned forward to ruffle Kurt's hair. "See, now I believe you."

"So, I talked to Blaine yesterday," Kurt mumbled, diverting the conversation away from the traces of intimacy.

"And how did it go?"

"Not as good as I would have hoped," Kurt said with a shuffle of his feet."But it started out poorly. Walked in on him and Sebastian making out."

Flint stiffened uncomfortably."That must have been terrible for you. I'm so sorry."

"I was more angry than anything else," he went on. "Since you were here and he didn't seem to be bothered."

"Well," Flint began, his tone laced heavy with reason. "If I had a gorgeous boyfriend that I couldn't keep my hands off of I might have done the same."

Kurt let out a snort of disbelief. "If you had a friend in the hospital I have a hard time believing you would be able to pass the time away with a game of tonsil hockey. You seem the type to have more self control than that."

"I don't know...If it were you, I doubt I'd be able to resist."

Kurt cleared his throat, fighting back his instinct to blush. "So what are you doing?" he asked as a desperate change of subject.

"I was about to put on a movie. My parents won't be visiting for a couple of hours. If you don't have anywhere to be you're welcome to join. In fact I would love if you did."

"I suppose I have some time to spare."

"So, have you heard of the most epic tale that is "The 10th Kingdom"?" Flint asked, holding up a DVD case.

"I can't say that I have," Kurt admitted, pulling his chair a few inches forward.

"Well, it's three disc's of pure magic, I swear to you," Flint gushed, with a giddy smile. "But we don't have to watch the whole thing today, it's much to long for that."

Kurt looked at him with a false sternness. "I feel like this is some ploy to ensure I spend time with you."

"I guess you'll ever know." Flint said coyly, pressing play on the screen. Kurt leaned forward, arching his neck awkwardly to see the screen without glare. "You could come up here you know. If you wanted to actually see."

Kurt flushed, but rose from the chair regardless. He sat gingerly on the edge of th hospital bed, seeming terrified it might attack him at any moment.

Flint let out an exasperated sigh, pausing the opening sequence to set his computer temporarily out of the way.

"Please," he chided with an exaggerated eye roll. "I don't bite." He pulled Kurt up fully onto the bed, tucking him securely into his side. He slid the laptop back on his lap, restarting the movie. He effortless wrapped an arm around Kurt's shoulder, giving him obvious permission to snuggle, but only of course, if he wanted too

"Come wishing on a star..."

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So I found out my friend won't read this story, but she's been reading all the reviews that you guys have been giving. So, feel free to give her a reason to maybe read it.

I feel kind of bad, cause David is getting all this stage time and Wes isn't, so, I'm going give Wes something important to do, maybe not in the next chapter but pretty soon, I don't want to be leaving Wes out, even if he's a bit of a stick in the mud.

And one last thing, who watched Glee last night and saw the preview for the next episode...cause I'm afraid now...so very very afraid.

Chipmunks,

Cleo

Next time: "Should it be beating that fast? Because it sounds like it's beating really fast."