Sorry for the delay. Wednesdays are my busy days, so it's hard to get a chapter done to be posted Thursday. But anyways here it is.

Thanks for the following:

CSICMNCISFreak It's Rachel not Mercedes...ewwww hahaha I'm a Wifey.

CallaSoreon, QueenMirror, Yomi, First review!

Mcnuggets, Mulder1921, it's okay, join the dark side that is Flirt

SceneNeko, Sassy Selena, Maiqu, Sapphiretwin369, adoring Flint

Booth Seeley Booth, k.-writter12, Flirt lovers

Macey4xox, For telling me friend to read :)

KurtColfer, you called me amazing, Im-a-blushing

Flirt, Lovefremione, Knowing 10th Kingdom, need I say more

nicksgirl24, gleekcrazy, For episode reassurance

clh2o, Well I like your style :)

NotMyBabies, Supermegafoxyawesomehot7, Dear Near Scary, CUDDLES/SNUGGLES

l L u c h i a l, Slut Blaine, hahahah

Essence of Magic, for asking me not to kill myself over it, made the late posting a little less guiltless

D.H Knightly, For a better looking Flint

I don't own Glee, or the 10th Kingdom, or any songs mentioned in this chapter.

X

"No! He can't take Virginia!" Kurt yelped in protest, clutching on to Flint, frantic. "What happens next?"

Flint laughed at Kurt's obvious attachment to the movies characters. "You'll have to wait and see."

"Well put the next disc in!"

"As much as I would love to keep you in my company for another couple of hours, you have to go back to school and do your homework and my parent's will be here soon. But if you want too then stay, please, I'm sure my Dad would love to see you."

Kurt let out an embarrassed laugh. "You're right, I should go."

"No, you're right, you should stay," Flint challenged. "We can finish the movie, you can stay the night with me, I won't mind sharing my teeny tiny bed with you. It's been a while since we had a sleep over. And we seem to be doing okay right now. Comfy are we?"

Kurt took notice of the close confines they were in, crammed into the small bed. Kurt pulled himself from it, straightening his clothes and running nervous fingers through his hair.

"So, surgery on Thursday, when will you be out?"

"Anesthesia should wear off around four or four thirty. It depends, might be a little earlier," Flint explained with a shrug.

"Okay."

"How bout when I'm home recovering you come over and we can finish the movie. It will probably be more comfortable than here."

Kurt smiled agreeably. "Sounds like a plan."

"Looking forward to it," Flint said with a smirk. "Now go, before I change my mind and fake violent pains to make you stay."

"No using your condition against me," Kurt chided. "Remember, you told me not to treat you differently."

"So I did," Flint admitted solemnly.

Kurt gave a wink and gathered up his things, heading towards the door.

"Hey Kurt, thanks for coming."

"You're welcome, thanks for having me."

X

"Hey Wes, can I talk to you?" Kurt asked, approaching the head of the council after practice on Wednesday, with much more fake confidence than he knew he owned.

"Of course Kurt, what can I do for you?"

"It's about rehearsal tomorrow. I don't think Ill be able to make it."

Wes frowned slightly. "You know how important rehearsals are. Is it an emergency?'

"Well, not exactly," Kurt admitted guiltily.

"Attendance is important to the Warblers," Wes lectured. "We take that into consideration when selecting soloist and other rewards."

"I know, I do, but Flint goes into surgery tomorrow and I really want to be there when he wakes up."

"Kurt–"

"It's a one time thing," Kurt insisted, cutting him off. "I won't miss again I promise."

Wes let out a sigh. "I understand. And I will allow you to go, but I would like you to take into consideration that this is probably why Flint didn't want you to know in the first place. You can't change your life over this. I realize you two have gotten close, but it's a pretty non-invasive surgery, he'll be fine."

"Its not about the surgery," Kurt explained, sounding tired. "I know he'll be fine. But I want to be there when he wakes up. I won't skip practice again."

"It's fine Kurt, as long as you don't make a habit of it. Let him know we're thinking of him and we look forward to having him back."

"Thank you Wes. This means a lot to me. When my dad was...I just... it's important for me to see them wake up."

"Its okay Kurt," Wes said smiling. "Thank you for asking me first. Blaine would always just not show up. You could teach him a thing or two about it. Sometimes I think it's a shame he's a strongest vocalist, he gets far too cocky sometimes."

X

"Hello Kurt," Mrs. Wilson said, stepping into the elevator, standing next to him. "You're here to visit Flint? He hasn't woken up yet."

"I know," Kurt said. "I just wanted to be here when he did."

"Oh that is so sweet," She said, as if watching a baby kitten. "Come with me, he's changed rooms."

"So the surgery went well?" Kurt asked, trying to sound conversational rather than concerned.

"A complete success. We can take him home in a few days, so he can rest. He hates staying in the hospital, he's usually going stark crazy by now. I think your presence is soothing him. Thank you."

"I'm more than happy to here."

"That's sweet," She said again, almost simpering. "You're sweet."

In the new room, which looked near identical to the old one, they pulled up the two stiff hospital chairs to look on the sleeping form of Flint. Kurt wanted to laugh, his hair was a disaster, and he needed to shave. How did places as clean as hospitals always leave their occupants so ruffled.

"Kurt, do you mind if I ask you something?" She asked, fiddling with the sleeve of her coffee cup.

"Go right ahead."

"My son, he's very...private. He doesn't talk much about school or his friends or what he feels or thinks, but I can't help but notice he's developed a sort of fondness for you. And I only ask because I'm his mother and I worry and I want him to be okay, but I wonder perhaps, if you shared the same fondness for him. I just don't want him hurt."

"Mrs. Wilson–"

"Sharon,"she insisted.

"Sharon," Kurt amended, starting again. "Though he hasn't actually said it, he has made it clear that he is "fond" of me. And it isn't as though I feel nothing for him, but I haven't made a decision either way. But I have no plans to hurt your son. And no matter the circumstances I will never intentionally hurt him."

"Thank you," She said in relief. "You must understand that he's my baby and I already worry about his physical heart, I don't want to have to worry too much about the metaphorical part of it as well."

"Of course"

The silence that followed was broken by the chipper jingle of her phone, which she answered quickly, seeing the name of her husband.

"Hello honey...No he changed rooms after the surgery...no just wait there, I'll come get you." She let out a sentimental sort of sigh. "My husband, like every man is rubbish with directions. I'll be right back."

Kurt waited till she was out the door before shifting closer to the bed, taking Flint's hand, staring at his fingers. "Now would be a great time for you to wake up. Before your dad gets here. It's already awkward with just your mom. So if you could wake up, please do it now."

"Can I just say, that you are the most beautiful thing I have ever woken up to after surgery. And there's a nurse on this floor built like a god."

Kurt looked up at the hoarseness of the voice. "You sound awful."

"Just thirsty," Flint said, trying to sit up. "Could you–"

"Of course," Kurt said, filling a cup with the water from the plastic pink pitcher on the bedside tray. "Here."

Flint took a grateful sip, settling back into his pillows. "What are you doing here?"

"I came to see you. Would you prefer if I go?"

"No, you don't have to go. Its only that you keep surprising me," Flint admitted sheepishly.

"Surprising you how?"

"Visits, willingness to spend time with me, coming here after my surgery," He listed. "You have to be careful, I'm gonna start thinking you like me. And I would hate for you to get my hopes up."

Kurt looked slightly affronted. "I'm not trying to lead you on, if that's what you think."

Flint shook his head. "I don't think you would do it on purpose. But you know how I feel about you, and you just keep doing things that make me think its mutual."

"You've told me how you feel?" Kurt said in fake bewilderment.

"I said I liked you."

"When you said that you meant it platonically, I know you did. I can tell the difference."

"Well what about actions speak louder than words?" Flint asked suggestively.

"Oh, but I do so love words," Kurt cooed over dramatically.

"A singers weakness. Though we can hardly say I'm a man of them."

"You aren't too bad when you actually use them."

"Well Kurt Hummel, if I didn't make it clear enough, I like you in a not so strictly friend only way. In fact I was hoping when, I'm no longer confined to a bed, I could take you out, just the two of us."

Kurt raised a singular eyebrow. "A date?"

"Only if you want too."

"Well–"

"Hey honey, you're awake," Sharon said, dashing over to kiss her son.

"Hey mom, hey Dad. Yes I'm awake," Flint said, his smile slightly strained. "You're timing is excellent as always."

"How do you feel?" His dad asked, standing next to his wife.

Flint smiled genuinely this time. "I'm fine, better than usual even."

"That's my trooper," Mr. Wilson grunted proudly, before turning to Kurt, looking uncertain. "Hello Kurt, how are you?"

"I'm fine, thank you sir."

"Good, that's good.."

"And how are you?" Kurt asked him politely.

"Fine, just fine. Glad my sons...okay...happy."

Kurt nodded, preparing to leave. "Well I should go, let you guys...I just wanted to make sure Flint was okay."

Flint reached out, grabbing at Kurt's wrist, pulling him close to the bed. "You don't have to go," he said in a hushed tone. His parents turned away conveniently, suddenly searching in Sharon's purse for what could be deciphered from their mumbling as 'tic tacs'.

"I should go," Kurt whispered. "This is...a little awkward. It's fine, I'll come visit you when you get home. Promise."

"But...My question...you didn't answer–"

"We can talk later. After you've showered, and shaved. Not that the stubble is a bad look for you but, I was kind of used to seeing you so clean cut, if you understand."

Flint gave an obviously well practiced puppy pout. "Please don't go. You just got here."

Kurt shook his head. "Your parents–"

"I don't care."

"I care, and I'm pretty sure they care. I'll see you later."

"Fine, break my heart."

Kurt just smiled. "Never on purpose."

X

"Hello Kurt."

"Hey Sharon."

She, ushered him inside warmly. "Flints up in his room, just come down if you guys need anything."

"Thanks," Kurt said, galloping up the stairs, two at a time.

Flint was laid up on his bed, numerous items gathered around, in an attempts to keep himself occupied.

"Hey, my savior from boredom," Flint praised extravagantly. "Thank goodness you're here, I can't read anymore."

"You've lost the ability?" Kurt questioned, he's voice filled with snarky skepticism

"No, just all desire. So, ready to finish 10th kingdom?"

This was Kurt's fourth visit to Flint's since he had gotten back from the hospital. They alternated between music practice for the Warblers, and finishing their movie.

"Yes, I'm excited to see how they top the magic of Kissing Town."

Flint let out a chuckle. "I knew you'd like that."

"A town where everybody falls in love, what's not to like," Kurt pointed out.

"Well, come on Snow White," Flint said jokingly. "Get up here and I'll start it up."

Kurt hesitated. Even having shared the bed with him several times he still felt nervous about being pressed so close to Flint, who seemed to be growing happily accustomed to their closeness during their movie watching. But bravely he kicked off his shoes and shrugged off his coat and snuggled under the warm green comforter, and began to watch avidly what was in fact, the most epic mini series ever.

By the final scene Kurt was smiling with watery eyes. "Oh that's so sad and sweet. Let's watch it again."

"Too much movie with so little time. We can watch it again at some later date," Flint promised, shifting over slightly. "Tell me how's schools going?"

Kurt sat up, moving towards the end of the bed so there was space between, healthy space, space made for conversation. Not the sly seduction of Flints arm around his waist, his chin resting on a top his head.

"School is school," Kurt muttered drably.

"School is school. You cant give me any more details than that?" Flint asked, tapping on his laptop, letting music swim softly though the speakers.

"I could," Kurt reasoned. "But it really isn't very interesting. I've taught you your parts for the Warblers, not much going on other than that."

"And how's Blaine?"

"Blaine's fine. I think he's fine. We haven't been talking much. You know that."

Flint just shrugged. "I thought maybe you'd have made up by now."

"There isn't any need to make up," Kurt informed him. "We aren't fighting. "

"Sounds like fighting."

"We agreed to take some time off from each other."

"But you miss him," was Flint's sharp retort.

"Well I miss hanging out with him, yes, but we needed a break. The air has to be cleared."

"Do you still like him?"

Kurt groaned. "I wish you wouldn't bring it up."

"I'm just asking," Flint said defensively.

"I don't want to talk about him," Kurt all but growled. "Most especially with you."

"Fine, I won't talk about it," Flint muttered, pulling at the collar of his pajama top, feeling uncomfortably warm with the shame of Kurt's scolding.

"What that?" Kurt asked, catching sight of his chest.

"Nothing," Flint said, adjust his shirt again.

"Not nothing, let me see," and Kurt reached forward, undoing the first two buttons of the flannel shirt and pulling it back. A small square of gauze was placed over the incision sight. But there were several other thin white scars running along the areas where is heart had been over his years of growth.

Flint pushed Kurts hands away, clutching his shirt closed. "Don't look at those." He snapped bitterly

"But–"

"They're ugly. I hate them."

"Lay down." Kurt commanded.

"What?"

"Lay. Down."

Flint swallowed thickly, but slid down regardless.

Kurt adjusted him himself, moving to sit astride Flints thighs. He removed Flints hand from the shirt, setting it down by his side and proceeded to pull the top open again. His fingers tracing the scars gently.

"You can't hate them," Kurt said, not meeting his eyes. "That's not allowed."

"And why is that?" Flint asked, his tone soft.

"Because," Kurt said, and he dipped his head down, careful to avoid the bandage. He placed his ear to Flints warm skin, listening to his heart. "You wouldn't have this without them."

"Oh," Flint breathed out

Kurt listened to the hollow sound of Flints heart beat, thinking of the blood flowing in and out, each little convulsion of the muscle, borrowed parts and all.

Kurts forehead creased, confused."Should it be beating that fast? Because it sounds like it's beating really fast."

Flint laughed, his chest bouncing slightly. He raised a hand up to stroke Kurt's hair. "It's fine, a perfectly acceptable speed."

Kurt lifted his head up, still looking concerned "Are you su–"

But flint rolled over, flipping Kurt under him.

"Flint! Be careful, you shouldn't move–"

"Just give me a minute," Flint murmured, holding on to Kurt tightly, burying his face into Kurt's neck, breathing deeply. Kurt stayed silent, listening to the voice of Ryan Adams drift lazily from the laptop. Kurt's throat heated as Flints breath hit it, words escaping his lips, his voice louder than the music.

"And maybe...You're gonna be the one that saves me...After all, you're my wonderwall...You know" Flint spoke thoughtfully. "You never gave me an answer. And I didn't want to bring it up again in case you needed time to think about it, but I asked you on a date some days back, and I was wondering when you were gonna say yes?"

Kurt couldn't help but smile . "You're so certain I'll say yes?"

"My blind optimism is one of my most charming qualitites," Flint said, nuzzling his nose into the hollow under Kurts ear.

Kurt placed his hands gently on Flints shoulders, pushing him away. Flint slid his arms out from under Kurt to rest on his elbows, still hovering.

"You can try again." Kurt finally said, breathless, his eyes almost glazed.

"Try what?"

This time Kurt sat up, bracing himself with his arms, allowing Flint chest to stay against his chest. "Try again. Third times the charm after all."

Flint finally appeared to catch on to what Kurt was hinting at. His face filled with color, seeming dumbfounded.

"Well?" Kurt prodded expectantly.

Flint just looked amazed and torn. "It's just...I didn't lock the door. Call me paranoid but every time I try anything I get interrupted."

"Well if you rather not I can go..." Kurt taunted.

"Wait, just...Are you serious? You really mean it?"

Kurt smiled and crawled into Flint's lap, draping his arms around Flint's neck. "Yes, I mean it."

Flint blinked stupidly, before shaking it off and leaning forward, moving in a painfully slow manner, so he stalled just before the flesh of their lips could touch.

"Stupid," Kurt finally breathed, and unable to restrain himself he kissed Flint. For the first time in his life, he was kissing someone, not just being kissed. Flint stilled, as if he couldn't believe what was happening, but came quickly to his senses, pressing forward, laying them back down on the bed, tightening his hold on Kurt, as if terrified he might disappear at any moment.

It wasn't perfect. Mostly hesitant and timid. Flint was as shy in his kisses as he was in personality. And the only words Kurt could describe it with were soft and kind. They way he kissed was the way he sang, simple, sweet, and honest. When he finally pulled back, he took a moment, opening his eyes slowly, almost afraid of what he might see. But Kurt just looked pleasantly flushed, breathing heavier and smiling bashfully.

Flint grinned wickedly, looking ready to go in for another, but never got a chance.

A snide and judgmental voice rang through the room. "Well, isn't that the pretty picture."

X

So there's something for your Flirt supporters. And this story is not over yet. Nope, defiantly more to come.

Sorry for the choppiness and jumping around, just had s couple things that needed to get in there.

Wes was in here a little, but I'm using him again later, I have a place for him. The plans are forming in my head. I'm not sure what's happening. This all started with a well intentioned feel better piece, and now it's this thing...this strange strange thing.

Anyways, feed back is nice so, if you feel so inclined.

Banana fritters,

Cleo