Okay so apologize for the shortness of this chapter, but there's only so much that could be
put into it.
THANK YOU"S FOR EVERYONE!
SucksToBeHuman, I hope I don't ruin everything for you :( I'm sure there's a real person out there who's like Flint. Somewhere...
Macey4xox,Don't we all want a Flint!
mulder1921, I knew I was going to use that song, it just seemed perfect.
NotMyBabies, Itf funny because I am neither named Cleo or a leo. But I'm glad my name can make you just as happy as my story :)
SceneNeko, I get excited when you guys post reviews! I know the feeling
Supermegafoxyawesomehot7, I laughed sooooo hard when you called him a tool!
Sapphiretwin369, I don't like her either :(
Ebony-Miracles, Thank you!
Maiqu, You would be correct
me and Mr. Jones, hahahaha, thanks! I think you're amazing too!
NixxxRky, I Was so for Klaine, but I'm really liking flirt now too.
Sam74au, I know, Chelsea's terrible right?
bennydevil2000, :)
wordsthatrhyme, I'm sorry about the conflict, I know what you mean.
Fluffy Nouget, Isn't he cute! If I were at that school I would be all over that
CSICMNCISFreak, I hope real Flint could be like mine too.
NaughtyNurseMeggy, Yes, he is walking sex, you are correct
D.H. Knightly, Thank you or catching my mistake. And you're right ;)
gillasue345, I feel that same way
DeathandLove, Yeah Flirt ^-^
KurtColfer, who's heart is too busy Flirting, I like that
CherryCrush1901, Who just want's them to have gay babies :)
Essence of Magic, Thank you for reading M'dear ;)
Mythchievious Me, Who doesn't want Flint to die
Mudoushen, excited for drama
PotterStarKidGleek, also excited for drama
QueenMirror, Who thinks they're cute together
leslie, For thinking Kurt and Flint are meant to be
And in the story Flirt I meant Flint's ROOMATE was a dancer, which I love, because he is fun. I'm always skipping words.
Enjoy :)
I Don't own Glee
X
Kurt was happy. Flint was great and sweet. And was his boyfriend, his actual boyfriend. So Kurt was happy, which meant he was ready to talk to Blaine. Things had been strained between them, and he didn't want that. They were still best friends. And he missed him, missed talking to him and spending time with him. And if Kurt could deal with Blaine dating Sebastian, then Blaine could deal with him dating Flint.
So that's why Kurt found himself walking to Blaine's room early Thursday morning, in the hopes of talking to him before class. He raised his hand to knock on the door, but there were voices arguing inside. Surprised by the shocking level of noise coming from the room so early he pressed his ear to the door, the conversation becoming clear.
"I don't care I want him out of the Warblers!" Blaine shouted.
"I think you're being incredibly unreasonable." Wes replied calmly.
"I want Flint gone!"
"Are you filing a formal complaint? Or are you just venting to a friend?" Wes asked, his patience appearing to be running a little thin. "Because I really don't think you have any basis for that. What's the reason? He's dating your friend? Because I can't kick him out for that."
"You don't understand," Blaine protested. "I know Kurt's just gonna end up getting hurt. And if it weren't for the Warblers Flint probably wouldn't have even met him."
"What's the real problem here?" Wes asked. "Because you're sounding kind of crazy and controlling. And that's not you. Are you jealous? Are you afraid Kurt's not going to be your friend anymore?"
"That's not it," Blaine moaned, and a bounce of springs told that Blaine had just collapsed onto his bed in frustration.
"Then what? I thought you were happy, being with Sebastian. Where did perky love struck Blaine go?"
"I am," Blaine affirmed. "I adore Sebastian, he's great. But Kurt...Kurt was my friend."
"And I don't think dating Flint is going to change that," Wes reasoned.
There was a long pause, the only sound coming from shuffling feet, as they brushed quickly up and back against the carpet. "What if...what if I liked Kurt?"
"As in?"
"What if I like Kurt the way I like Sebastian."
"Blaine!"
Blaine was beginning to sound slightly desperate. "It's just–"
"Okay listen to me," Wes interrupted, sounding very stern. "No. You can't decide you like Kurt after he gets a boyfriend. That isn't fair. You didn't like him like that before. And you are dating Sebastian remember? You like Sebastian."
"And it's completely unheard of that a person can have feelings for more than one person at a time!"
"Okay if you care for Kurt at all you will not mess this up," Wes' tone suddenly becoming very harsh.
"I miss him," Blaine snapped. "It's hard not having him around."
"That doesn't mean you're in love with him. I need you to think about what you're saying. And think about the people who could be hurt by this."
"Kurt deserve someone who isn't broken."
Kurt cringed slightly at the words, of everything that was being said, that was definitely uncalled for.
"No," Wes countered. "He deserves someone who makes him happy. And Flint is making him happy. Flint is a good guy, you even liked him for a while, if I recall correctly."
"That was a passing thing," Blaine dismissed.
"What about Sebastian?" Wes questioned. "Is he a passing thing?"
"No, I really like Sebastian."
"Okay then," Wes concluded, in obvious hopes of finishing the conversation.
"But Kurt–"
"No. Just stop. The crazy ends here. I'm not kicking Flint out of the Warblers. You will pull yourself together or so help me I will get David and we will perform an intervention. Now finish getting ready, and I will see you later."
Kurt panicked, sprinting from the door and around the corner. He paused for a moment, controlled himself and walked casually back around the corner, just in time for Wes to be part way to him.
"Morning Wes," Kurt said smiling as the other boy approached him.
"Hello Kurt, How are you?" Wes asked, appearing his usual controlled and well mannered self.
"I'm good, I just needed to talk to Blaine about something."
"Well he's awake," Wes informed him, unawares that Kurt was already guiltily in the know of that fact. "A little grouchy though, he hasn't had his coffee yet."
"I'll be careful, thanks," Kurt said, smiling the best he could.
"See you later," Wes waved, walking efficiently out of sight.
Kurt stopped outside the door, rearing his courage. He raised a hand to knock but pretty much changed his mind the instant he did, courage be damned. He sighed, and walked back down the hall. He'd have to talk to Blaine later. And the eavesdropping officially stopped now. No more, because he wasn't hearing things he wanted to hear.
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"Are you okay?" Flint asked at lunch, nudging his knee into Kurt's. "You seem distracted."
"I was just thinking," Kurt responded distantly.
"About?"
Kurt looked up from his food and into the openly cheerful face of Flint. "What to get you for your birthday," he supplied smoothly.
Flint bumped knees with him again, bashful. "You don't have to get me anything."
"Of course I'm getting you something. You're my boyfriend."
"Mmm, say that again," Flint murmured, moving his face a little closer to Kurt's.
Kurt giggled. "You're my boyfriend."
"I like that."
"Being someone's boyfriend?"
"No," Flint said, leaning in to whisper. "Being your boyfriend."
"Oh," Kurt gasped, feeling his neck grow hot with embarrassment and pleasure.
"And as my boyfriend," Flint continued, pulling away and talking in a normal and non seductive manner. "I wanted to invite you to that family dinner I mentioned. But only if you want to go of course. You're are by no means obligated to accept."
"Won't your sister be there?"
"Unfortunately, but she doesn't get to be in charge on my birthday. I want you to be there. I want to introduce you to rest of my family."
Kurt sucked thoughtfully on his fork for a moment, weighing his options. "Well, okay," he said, not really resisting the invitation. "Just keep me away from your sister, I can't guarantee I'll be my usual charming self. In fact she's asking for a beating."
"Well aren't we fiery today," Flint noted. "It's kind of a good look for you, this passion. Anyway I could get that look on your face with something more positive?"
"You could give me a clue for what you want for your birthday?" Kurt requested slyly. "Don't tell me, just give me a clue, and I can go for a hunt. It's will be an adventure for me."
"Okay," Flint said, nodding slowly. "When I think of a good clue I promise to let you know."
"Perfect," and Kurt leaned in to give him a swift kiss.
Flint smiled, checking the time and pouting. "Alright, I have to get to history early, but I'll see you at practice. And coffee after school?"
"Sounds just fine. Now go," Kurt urged playfully.
"But you make it so hard to leave," Flint replied, kissing him on the forehead and hurrying away.
X
"Hey, can I meet you at the car? I need to do something real quick," Kurt told Flint as they packed up their bags.
"Sure, I'm in the usual spot," Flint informed him, sling his bag over his shoulder.
"See you in a min," Kurt promised, watching Flint practically skip away. He had been in particular giddy and happy state for the last couple of days, and was quite delightful to watch.
Kurt sought out Blaine from the small crowd of people still in the room. He saw him, talking to David and Thad. Kurt walked over, tapping him lightly on the shoulder. "Blaine do you have a second?"
"Of course Kurt," he said, moving away with him. "I always have time for you."
They moved over to a deserted part of the room. Kurt didn't need them to be completely alone for this, but he at least needed a small amount of privacy. "I know I said I needed sometime away from you. But I wanted you too know that I feel better. I'm feeling better about us. I think things can be how they used to be again. And I'm sorry about how I reacted those weeks ago when I saw you with Sebastian. I over reacted and I wasn't being fair. But you're my best friend and I miss that. So I hope you can forgive me."
"Kurt, of course," Blaine accepted. "You don't have to apologize."
"But I also need you to be okay with me and Flint," Kurt went on, knowing that this was the hard part. "Because I get the feeling you still don't like him much, and I want you both to be part of my life. So if you could try to get along, at least for me, that would really great."
"But Kurt–"
"Because I really like Flint," Kurt continued. "And he's making me very happy, so I want you to be happy for me."
Blaine smiled, though it didn't quite reach his eyes. "Of course, yeah, I'm happy for you Kurt. Maybe...we could double for real sometime."
"That would nice."
"You wanna go do something?" Blaine asked hopefully. "Grab coffee?"
"I can't...I'm going out with Flint," Kurt confessed bashfully before eagerly proceeding. "But, I'm going to have to take a trip to the mall in a few days, and I was hoping you would come with me? I could use your help."
"Sure," Blaine agreed. "I've missed hanging out with you Kurt. I've missed you."
"You too," Kurt said nodding. "So we're good?"
"Yeah, we're good."
And Kurt left it at that. But even with a smile, Kurt didn't believe Blaine. Because he knew, he knew it wasn't true.
X
Kurt and Flint were sitting at a table in the coffee shop, talking animatedly over their drinks and a shared raspberry scone. It was far to happy a scene They looked so fantastically cheerful and worriless, it simply couldn't be real. Blaine scowled, staring from the other side of the room, hidden behind a menu and a hoodie. He knew he was crossing a line, following them was most assuredly crossing a line. But Kurt's reassurance that he was happy meant nothing, he needed to see it for himself.
"If looks could kill."
Blaine looked away from Kurt and Flint, now focusing on the young women who had slid into the vacant seat across from him.
"I'm sorry?" Blaine asked, uncomfortable with the unwarranted solicitation.
"So what's the deal?" She asked, taking a glance at the table Blaine had been obviously staring at. "They steal something from you?"
"Not exactly," Blaine grumbled, feeling stupid and petty.
"Then what is it, "exactly"?" She all but mocked.
Blaine sighed. "You see the brunette in the grey scarf?"
She looked over again, watching Kurt laugh for a few moments before turning back, frowning. "Yeah," she grumbled.
"He's a friend of mine. And I suppose, in a sense, he's being stolen from me."
"I see," She said, tapping her chin thoughtfully. "So you want them separated."
"I guess so," Blaine admitted reluctantly. "I want..."
"You want...what?" She egged him on. "Him?"
Blaine looked down, uncertain and ashamed.
"Tell you what," She went on. "You want him? You can have him. If you help me."
"What do you need my help with?" Blaine asked, confused.
"You obviously know the other boy at the table. Well, I have a very long score to settle with him, and you're just thing I need."
Blaine was taken aback. "What's Flint ever done to you?"
"Being born for starters. I'm Chelsea."
"Blaine," he informed her out of politeness rather than actually desire to know her.
"So what do you say Blaine?" Chelsea asked, smirking hopefully. "Help a sister out?"
His stomach knotted and twisted uncomfortably, something about this didn't feel right at all. "I don't know...I don't think I could do anything–"
"You won't have to do much I swear. I've already got a plan formulating. You want them broken up, I can help make that happen," She said, stretching out her hand.
Blaine hesitated before taking it. "What do I have to do?"
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I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry! Don't be Mad. Blaine isn't evil, he isn't a bad guy, It's Chelsea, it's her manipulative lawyer training! Don't get me wrong, my mom's a lawyer so I don't have anything against them, but still. So I'm sorry! Don't be too mad :(
Tomato Soup.
Cleo