So many thank yous I should make. The reviews are you wonderful, thank you :)
I really want to get this chapter out so I wont going in to detail but some of the reviews were really touching.
Sucks To Be Human, NaughtyNurseMeggy, Weepwop
And then there were so many of you thrilled by their kiss! And it doesn't stop there.
Just really thank you so much for the revies. Sorry this chapter took so long to get out.
And on another note AstaLaila is writing a Flirt story called Flirt. And Flint is a dancer, which just makes me melt because dancers are fantastic. She gave my story a shout out, so I though I'd return the favor.
So the surprises continue, and none of you were right :P
Love to you all
I don't own Glee of the music.
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Flint swore silently, rolling off of Kurt, who in turn sat up, looking embarrassed. Flint's eyes grew dark as he stared across the room. The women leaning on the door frame had changed significantly form the way she had once looked. Her dark brown hair was cut in a sever wedge and an air of no nonsense shrouded her like a shield.
"Chelsea," Flint noted, his smile tight. "What are you doing here?"
She entered the room fully, walking in superior sort of way. "Me? I'm here to see you of course. My poor baby brother, bed ridden again. How could I stay away. What are you up too?" She asked, scanning the scene intently. "This some new type of therapy? Taking your daily dose of medicine, Doctors orders?"
"Chelsea this is my friend Kurt, Kurt this is my delightful sister Chelsea."
Chelsea let a perfect smirk dance on to her face. "Wish I had a friend for that. Might improve my disposition. Everyone says a good lay would do me some good."
"Chelsea," Flint warned.
"But I'm a little to busy for that. Working, going to school. How's that going for you? Got a job yet? Or are we too busy playing hooky and having a good time with your boy toy?"
"Chelsea!"
"Excuse me?" Kurt cut in, the diva breaking free. "Boy toy?"
"It could be worse," Chelsea said, her voice sinisterly nonchalant. "If you were a girl I would have just called you a whore."
Kurt paled momentarily, leaning forward, as if he was going to leap out of the bed in fury. Flint shot his arm out, keeping Kurt where he was.
"Chelsea if you don't get out of here right now, I swear–"
"Geez, no need to get yourself so worked up, you're gonna give yourself a heart attack."
"Chelsea!"
"Fine, fine," She sighed. "Trust me I won't be here long. Just fulfilling my sisterly duty. I've been coerced into coming back in two weeks anyways, lord knows I'm looking forward to that."
"Good bye Chelsea," Flint snarled through his teeth.
She smiled darkly, and slid out of the room.
"What. The hell?" Kurt asked stunned and slightly pissed.
"I am so sorry," Flint started apologetically. "I had no idea that she would coming. I am unbelievably sorry about that."
Kurt frowned. "Does she have a problem with gays?"
"No, not all," Flint said. "She just has a problem with me. I hope she's only here for a few days."
"What's in a couple of weeks? She said she would be coming back."
"It's just a thing...family dinner."
"For?" Kurt coaxed.
"Just my birthday."
"You're birthdays coming up?"
"It's not a big deal," Flint assured. "I wish my parents wouldn't make her come. She doesn't want to be here and I would just prefer that she wasn't."
Kurt thought for a moment, searching for how he wanted to phrase it. "So, you're sister seems to be–"
"A right bitch," Flint finished.
"You didn't mention," Kurt attested.
"I'd hoped you'd never have to meet her. We don't get along. As you can see."
"Yeah I see that."
Flint fidgeted anxiously. "Maybe...maybe you should go. I don't want you to have to deal with her."
"Alright," Kurt agreed slowly, hopping out of the bed. "Want me to come back tomorrow?"
"No. Don't worry about it," Flint said. "I can't guarantee she'll actually be leaving when she says. I'm back at school soon, I'll see you there."
"If you're sure."
"Yeah..."Flint dragged, appearing guilty. "Look I'm sorry...I don't want to kick you out, but I have to deal with her. And I don't want you in the cross fire."
"It's okay," Kurt affirmed. " I'll see you soon."
"Believe me when I say I'm looking forward to it."
Kurt smiled, slipping on his shoes. "I'll see you soon, Text me if you get bored."
"My fingers are already on the keyboard," Flint promised, picking up his phone, before moving close to the side of the bed. "Do I at least get a kiss goodbye?"
Kurt leaned down, kissing the corner of his mouth quickly. "Bye."
Kurt crept down the stairs, carful not to make his leaving known to the rest of the house. He halted at the foot of the stairs, over hearing the voices of Sharon and her daughter.
"I told you not to bother them."
"I can't believe you let him alone with that boy," Chelsea moaned. "You never would have let me alone in a room with a boy."
"Kurt has been very nice, visiting while Flint recuperates and keeping him informed about the Warblers."
"Well he was informing him about something and I think it was less about music and more about the function of his lips."
"Chelsea Wilson you will watch yourself," Sharon warned. "Your brother isn't well, and I think Kurt is delightful."
"Yeah, I know, my brother is unwell. Trust me I know. Will that boy be joining us on his birthday? Tell me he won't be."
"I don't know. If Flint invites him he is more than welcome to come. And you will be polite."
"I'll be something, but I don't guarantee it will be polite."
Kurt walked hurriedly out of the house. He should stop eavesdropping. He had been doing it increasingly of late and so far he hadn't heard anything good from it. It was mostly just making want to slap people around, Chelsea now jumping to the top of the list.
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Flint was coming back to school today. Which was great, because if he had to spend another day stuck in his room he was going to go nuts. Even his calculus class was a delight. And he missed Kurt. Kurt, who kissed him. And yes, he was the one who told Kurt not to come over for a while and just wait till he was back at school, but he missed him. And he wanted to talk to him. Sort things out, because he wasn't sure exactly where he stood.
By the time Warblers rehearsal had come around he had yet to hear from or see Kurt. But he wasn't worried. He told himself he wasn't worried, because Kurt wasn't just going to suddenly change his mind. Pushing open the doors to the room he saw all the Warblers already assembled, as if the were going to perform.
"Hello Flint, if you could please take a seat," Wes said.
Flint nodded, confused, but sat down staring at the group, Kurt wasn't looking at him, his face fixed at the floor.
"What's going on?"
"We would like to take this opportunity to welcome you back to school, and we all sincerely hope that you stay in good health," Wes continued.
"So, to welcome you back we have prepared a song for you," David finished, quickly counting them in.
And they started to sing. It wasn't what he had expected, a song to welcome him back. But what shocked him more, was when it was time for the lead vocals to come in, it was not Blaine that stepped forward, but Kurt.
Look at the stars,
Look how they shine for you,
And everything you do,
Yeah they were all yellow
Flint was amazed. Having Kurt singing with him, and having Kurt singing to him were two very different things. And as much as he enjoyed singing with him, being serenaded was by far the most flattering thing in the world.
I came along
I wrote a song for you
And all the things you do
And it was called yellow
Kurt looked both sheepish and excited. Perhaps he was being too direct, he certainly wasn't being subtle, not by any means. The whole thinf had taken a little convincing. To first get them to all agree to take some time away from their actual work to prepare a recreational piece. More still to get them to agree on the song. In the end the easiest thing was getting the part of the lead. After all it had been his idea, and Blaine didn't want anything to do with it. It was a miracle he had even shone up today. But he stood in the first row, singing his part, but looking very against being there. But Flint ignored it, and so did Kurt, because right now, it wasn't about Blaine.
Your skin
Oh yeah your skin and bones
Turn into something beautiful
D'you know you know I love you so
You know I love you so
When they finished Flint had no idea what he was supposed to say. By far one of the sweetest things that had ever been done for him, and they suddenly felt like family, much more than they ever had before.
Flint stood, smiling broadly. "That was...beautiful. Thank you so much."
"Well it was Kurt's idea." David explained, smiling as well.
Flint looked to Kurt. "Was it now?"
"We're just glad to have you back," Kurt brushed off.
Flint stood, walking up to Kurt, "Well I'm glad to be back." And he surprised the whole room by kissing him, kissing him right there, in front of everyone. When he pulled back the room filled with a bunch of whooping and playful cheers. Several comments were made about their audition together, and how this wasn't even much of a surprise.
Kurt blushed madly, desperate to hide from the shouts of the Warblers, he wasn't used to this encouraging support.
"You didn't strike me as the PDA type," Kurt panted.
"I don't think I am, but you bring out the worst in me. Was that okay?"
"You still plan on taking me out?"
"Yes."
Kurt gave a cheeky wink. "Then it was okay."
"All right," Wes called. Banging his gavel. "Settle down, let's get to work."
"I'll talk to you after rehearsal."
"Okay." Flint agreed, taking his usual seat, ignoring the death glares he was getting from Blaine.
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After rehearsal Flint pulled Kurt to a secluded alcove.
"Thank you, for the song, you were wonderful."
"It's what we would have done in the New Directions," Kurt shrugged modestly. "I just wanted to make sure you knew we were glad to have you back. That I was glad you were back."
"Can I apologize again for my sister?" Flint asked, rubbing the back of his neck. "I feel terrible for kicking you out like that."
"It's okay."
Flint grinned. "But now I'm really beginning to think we're cursed. I don't think I can handle the constant interruptions."
"I don't know," Kurt argued playfully. "It kind of makes the moments sweeter. A little hard work for something never hurt."
"Can you come to my place on Friday?" Flint asked in earnest. "My parents are going out to some dinner. We can have our first date."
"Sure. Sounds good."
"Did I mention how awesome I think you are?"
"That general statement has been made a few times, but I definitely could get used to hearing it."
Lint looked around swiftly, ensuring they were alone. "Do you think if I kissed you right now something terrible would happen?"
"Nothing terrible," Kurt flirted.
So Flint moved him easily so he was pressed against the wall, piece by piece letting his body fit itself into Kurts. He let the tip of his nose graze Kurts hair, reveling in the smell of it. Eventually he allowed his lips to fall onto Kurts, his kiss measured and meticulous. Kurt was discovering that Flint took his time when he kissed. There wasn't any rush or unsettling haste. It was as if he could spend forever performing the slow and fragile brushing movements of flesh and muscle.
Flint drew himself back, letting his fingers play with the cuffs of Kurts jacket, lightly touching the skin of his hands. "Thank you."
"For what?"
"For giving me a chance."
Kurt kissed him quickly. "Well you earned it."
X
Friday arrived with anxious anticipation. Kurt and Flint had spent the rest of the week eating lunch together and walking each other to classes. They even occasionally held hands, when Flint felt enough courage to do so, which delighted Kurt most of all. Because here, no one laughed or made a big deal about it. It was almost as if they didn't even care. And people not caring, made Kurt feel normal.
They agreed that Kurt would come to his house around five thirty, giving them both enough time to get ready. Kurt already felt that his skin might burst with all the nerves he was experiencing. He wanted to have his date with Flint. He looked forward to the moments and opportunities he got to get more familiar with Flint. And he liked Flint, the Flint he was growing to know. He liked Flint a lot.
When he arrived at the house he nervously adjusted his bangs and clothes before knocking. The door was yanked open almost instantly, Flint standing in the door way panting and looking flushed. But he smiled excitedly, looking handsome in one of his many button ups.
"Hello."
"Hi," Kurt responded, chewing on his lip. "Can I come in?"
"Of course, yeah," Flint gushed, stepping back. "How are you?"
Kurt tilted his head thoughtfully. "Not much has changed since I saw you a few hours ago, so I'm good."
"That's great," Flint said, leading him through the house.
"Something smells good," Kurt commented.
"Yeah, I'm making you dinner."
"Really?" Kurt asked, fairly surprised.
"Since my childhood was filled with non-physical hobbies cooking was just something I picked up. I'm not fantastic but I thought it would be nice to just stay in. You and me."
"It sounds delightfully romantic actually," Kurt admitted. "You must be familiar with many a romantic comedy, pulling off a very classic move."
"I'm not ashamed to admit that I've watched a few," Flint confessed, before stopping for a moment to look Kurt over. "Call it selfish, but I don't feel like sharing you with the rest of the world tonight."
"Well I'm all yours."
Sitting at the table, plates of egg plant Parmesan placed in front of them, Kurt felt an unfamiliar sense of contentment. This was new. The simple thing of eating dinner with someone, someone who liked you. It was warm and domestic. And how often had Kurt imagined himself in such a situation? Many times, dreaming of a relationship. Kurt looked at Flint, wondering how it had happened. When had Flint known how he felt about Kurt. He had always just thought Flint was being nice, it hadn't occurred to him till recently that he didn't know when Flint had formed any sort of affection for him.
"Is everything okay?" Flint asked, worried.
"It's perfect. The food is great, you're great. I was only thinking."
"About? You don't regret–"
"No," Kurt interrupted, stopping him from completing the thought. "I'm not regretting anything. I was just wondering, and you don't have to answer if you don't want too, but, when did you start to like me? I only ask because before the mall incident you hardly spoke three words to me and I wasn't sure if it was after that or before."
"Before."
"Really?"
"Yes," Flint confirmed, "You want to know when?"
Kurt nodded silently.
"When they gave you your Warbler. You told some terrible coal mine joke. And when I was a freshmen, and joined the Warblers, I made a very similar joke when I got my bird. And I don't know, I wanted to pull you aside and tell you it was all okay, and not to worry about it. But Blaine...anyways. That was probably when it all started."
"You never said anything."
"You had Blaine, and it didn't matter if I liked you. I wasn't going to get in the way of that."
Kurt stalled, unsure if he wanted to say what he was thinking. "So Blaine getting with Sebastian was just the thing you were waiting for?"
"No," Flint assured vehemently. "I was angry with Blaine. You were crushed and I felt terrible. You unhappy, it's not something I like to see. What I said about liking Blaine was true, and focusing on something else was true. You drew my focus. I wasn't trying to seduce you, I was just hoping to make you feel better, see that he was the one missing out, not you. But in the end I just got caught up in you, and there wasn't much to be done in the way of hiding my feelings."
Kurt could help but smile softly. "I think you might be too noble for your own good. Do me a favor, don't be so self-sacrificial. If you want something, then get it. You're just as deserving as anyone else to be happy."
Flint took Kurt's hand in his own. "I am happy. I'm here with you."
"I'm coming to the conclusion you can be extremely corny. But I like it, it's very endearing."
"Oh, I'm just getting started," Flint said, picking up their plates. "I made dessert too you know."
They sat on the couch in the living room, lights low, wrapped in a blanket and eating cheesecake. Really good cheesecake. Kurt wasn't always one for sweets, he took care of himself, what went into his body was important, health was important, but that piece of cheesecake was fantastic. He cleaned his fork, shutting his eyes in delight.
"That was amazing," Kurt said, fighting back a sigh.
"I'm glad you liked it," Flint replied, smiling sheepishly.
"I did, thank you."
"Oh you've something there," Flint said, leaning forward and kissing his cheek.
Kurt giggled as Flint pulled back, looking falsely surprised. "Oh, it moved," and he leaned in again, catching the corner of Kurt's lips. He moved again, but just slightly, only to kiss him firmly on the lips, letting them move in a pattern they were both growing enjoyably familiar with. Kurt smiled goofily as they kissed, it tasted like cheesecake.
When Flint pulled back again he gave a contented grin. "There, I got it."
Kurt laughed fully, dragging Flint to him by the shirt, tugging him into another collaboration of lips. He could get used to this.
"Would it be way to forward if I asked if you wanted to go to my room?" Flint breathed airily into his lips. "And only in a first date kissing sort of way."
"That depends on two things," Kurt said in mock sternness, pulling back slightly.
"Okay."
"The first is, when are your parents coming home, because on the couch or in your room it will look bad."
"Not for another hour or two," Flint assured, kissing him again. "And the second thing?"
"I'm I going up to you're room as your friend you're on a date with, or your boyfriend?"
Flint let his fingers curl delicately into Kurts hair. "Boyfriend, if you'll say yes, definitely boyfriend."
"Well okay then," Kurt said, sliding off the sofa and pulling Flint playfully up the stairs, his eyes shining mischievously in the light.
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