Forgive the boringness of this chapter, I feel it's very mundane, but you know how it goes, it can't all be thrill thrill thrill the whole time.
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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.
You guys know the movie Dumbo right?
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"Where are we going?" Kurt asked, continuing his mechanical stepping up the stairs.
"It's a surprise," Flint said again. "You'll see when we get there."
"Was it necessary to skip class for this?"
"Yes."
"You're a bad influence on me," Kurt observed thoughtfully. "Who would have guessed."
"We can only go when there isn't a chance of getting caught," Flint explained, snatching Kurt's hand. "Don't you trust me?"
"Of course I do, that doesn't mean I don't worry."
"I promise, you'll like it."
"Stealing me away to the auditorium. And I know we aren't supposed to be up here. Are you going to tell me where you learned to pick locks?"
"My little secret," Flint whispered
Kurt stopped, catching his breath. "How many more flights of stairs?"
"Just a few more I swear."
"The things I do for you."
"And I'm very grateful," Flint told him, wrapping an arm around his waist. "Do I need to carry you the rest of the way?"
"I am perfectly capable of walking," Kurt said, starting up the staircase again.
"Almost there," Flint promised.
Flint stopped them when they approached the final set of steps "Okay, now close your eyes"
Kurt did so, allowing Flint to lead him carefully. "Okay step up, and again. Now keep you're eyes closed."
"But–"
"No peeking," Flint chided, placing his hands over Kurt's eyes. He moved a few more paces forward. "Okay, ready?"
"Yes."
"Alright, one, two, three." And flint removed his hands from Kurt's face.
Kurt blinked back in surprise. The school grounds expanded down bellow them. Looking still and untouched from the high view of the clock tower.
"It's beautiful," Kurt breathed, his eyes darting from the building tops, to the trees, and the crisscrossing pathways.
"I thought you'd like it."
"It's also freezing," Kurt gasped, crossing his arms, as a cold breeze blew through the open archways.
Flint laughed, wrapping his arms around Kurt and pulling him close. "I'll keep you warm."
"Is that why you brought me here? You wanted an excuse to cuddle?"
"No," Flint mumbled playfully in his ear. "Not that it isn't a perk. No, I brought you here, because when ever I feel bad or lonely or upset I would sneak up here. And being above everything, seeing it all, feeling like I could just reach out and touch it, makes me feel less helpless about everything."
"Okay," Kurt nodded, turning his face slightly to look up at Flint.
"But being with you, makes me feel better. And I don't feel helpless when I'm with you. So I wanted to share this place with you, because it's a special piece of me. And for my birthday, if you're willing, I would like you share a piece of yourself with me."
Kurt turned so he was pressed into Flint's chest. "And by that you mean..."
Flint laughed, resting his head on top of Kurt's. "No, this isn't my way of asking you to sleep with me. I want something that you wouldn't share with anybody else. This tower used to be my spot, but now I want it to be ours."
"I'm going to have trouble finding that in a store."
"Consider it your own personal hunt then."
"And you couldn't have just wanted a new pair of socks?"
Flint laughed again, pulling back to look Kurt seriously in the eyes. "I would never ask of you something so trivial as foot wear."
"Good, because I would never sink so low," Kurt said, rasing on his toes to kiss Flint. Flint hummed softly, moving them so they were against the wall. His hands moved from Kurt's waist to his face, tucking his fingers under his scarf to tickle lightly at his skin and play with the hair that fell around his neck.
Kurt kissed him eagerly, his hands slipping under Flint's coat and under his untucked shirt. Flint gasped and pulled back as Kurt's fingers graced the skin of his hips
"We should go," Flint said, stepping away.
"But–"
"I don't want you to have to skip more than one class."
"Fine," Kurt sighed.
"Hold on, " Flint said, pulling him back. "You've got some plaster in your hair." Flint brushed his hand softly though it, letting his hand rest against Kurt's soft cheek.
"Tease," Kurt grumbled, brushing past him down the stairs.
Flint paused in confusion. Kurt's footsteps echoed on the stairs, causing his to turn abruptly on the spot, jolting back to reality. "Hey, Kurt wait!"
"No," Kurt snapped, half a staircase ahead of him. Flint leaped down them three at a time to catch up.
"Kurt, what's wrong?" Flint asked, stopping him.
"Nothings wrong."
"What I do?" Flint tried again.
"Nothing."
"Kurt," Flint pleaded, bending slightly to stay at eye level.
Kurt groaned reluctantly. "It's just...I'm not trying to rush or anything but you make us stop when ever I touch you. And I'm not trying to make you uncomfortable but touching your hips doesn't seem like too big a deal."
"It's not that it makes me uncomfortable," Flint admitted, standing up straight, tugging self-consciously at his coat.
"Then what?" Kurt prodded.
"I really like you Kurt, a lot. A whole lot and the problem isn't that I don't want you touching me, it comes from the fact that I would like you touching me. And I don't have much self control when it comes to you, so I'm using my self restraint to stop everything before it becomes anything."
"I'm your boyfriend," Kurt reminded him, taking his hands in his own. "Things are allowed to be something every once in a while. I don't mind."
"I'm older than you Kurt. So I'm not going to rush you. I don't want to rush us."
"Okay, but I'm a teenage guy too, so don't treat me like I don't know what you're feeling."
"Alright," Flint agreed. "I'm sorry. I'll try to be more considerate."
"Good," Kurt stated, fisting his hands into Flint's coat, pushing them against the railing. "So where were we?"
"We were going back to class. Come on." And Flint slipped his hand into Kurt's and tugged him gently down the many stair cases and out of the tower.
X
"So, why are we at the mall?" Blaine asked, strolling casually next to Kurt.
"Well, originally I needed to buy a gift, but now I don't. So it's more about retail therapy now. Mostly a form of a distraction."
"What did you need to buy?"
"A gift for Flints birthday," Kurt said, looking at a window display. "But he hasn't made it easy."
"Picky boyfriend?" Blaine questioned, sounding the smallest degree hopeful.
Kurt ignored it. "No, just too sentimental. He's asked for me to give him something that a wouldn't give anyone else. "A little piece of me". So he put."
Blaine narrowed his eyes. "He doesn't mean..."
"No, he didn't mean sex. Just something personal. Something that's mine that can become ours. It's really sweet actualy. That he doesn't want something of actual worth, just more emotional worth."
"So what are you giving him?"
"I haven't decided. And couldn't tell you even if I did. Something I wouldn't share with anyone else remember? It's a lot harder than I anticipated. So if I think of nothing I can at least show up at his house looking fabulous."
Blaine stopped them. "Can I just tell you how happy I am that things are back to normal."
"I'm glad too," Kurt said smiling.
Blaine pulled him into a spontaneously tight hug, which Kurt returned.
"Alright, let's go, the bow ties are calling."
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"Hey, you're here," Flint gushed, smiling cheerfully as he let Kurt into his house.
"It would appear so," Kurt replied cheekily, following Flint to the coat closet under the stairs.
Flint helped Kurt out of his jacket, hanging it up, then turning his gaze back to him. "You look great."
"Well I dress to impress. And I really want the rest of your family to like me."
"They'll love you," Flint swore, kissing him sweetly. "Speaking of family. Is there gonna be a point when I get to meet yours?"
"Of course you'll meet them," Kurt muttered dismissively.
Flint raised an eyebrow. "Do they know I exist?"
"Well I told them I was coming here."
"But did you tell them you were going to your boyfriends?"
Kurt slid his arms around Flint's middle, as if to distract him."So I maybe haven't mention that detail just yet."
"Kurt," Flint whined, not distracted or amused.
"I'm just not sure my dad is ready to hear it yet. He's always been so supportive but I'm a little tentative about letting him know it's becoming an actual manifestation," Kurt explained. "But I think Carol already knows. She' pretty insightful."
"We can have your dad walk in on us kissing," Flint suggestive, resting his forehead against Kurt's. "That will make things fair."
"I'll tell them," Kurt promised. "You can come to dinner and meet them. I'm sure you'll all get along just fine."
"Thank you," Flint said, stepping away from him. "Are you ready?"
"If you are."
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"Flint!" Was squealed as they entered the living room, and a mass of blonde pigtails hurled itself around his middle.
"Hey, you missed that much already?" Flint asked, kneeling in front of the girl.
"Everyone else is boring," she whispered with a surprising level of seriousness.
Flint laughed loudly, standing up. He placed his hands on the little girls shoulders and turned her towards Kurt.
"Kurt, this my darling cousin the lovely lady Amelia, Amelia, this is my...Kurt. This is Kurt."
"Hi," Amelia said, biting her thumb.
"And how old are you?" Kurt asked.
"Seven."
"Seven is fun," Kurt commented with a smile.
She studied him for a moment, looking deep in thought. "You're pretty for a boy."
"Oh, well thank you," Kurt said, embarrassed.
"Go sit down Amy," Flint asked politely, and she scurried back on the couch, sitting between a man and a women who must have been her parents.
"Alright Kurt this is my Uncle Kevin, my Aunt Devi, my cousin Jason, and of course Amelia." Both adults waved, and the grumpy thirteen year old boy just gave a nod. "My Grandma Eileen, my Uncle Mike, and you've met my sister Chelsea."
"Hello," Kurt greeted, acknowledging all of them. "It's nice to meet you all."
"Everybody this is Kurt, he's my...Kurt's my..."
"Boyfriend," Kurt supplied, slipping his hand into Flint's. "I'm his boyfriend."
No one said anything, then:
"Which one of you is the princess?"
"Amelia!" Devi scolded.
"Well, one of them has to be the princess," Amelia argued.
"It doesn't always work just like that," Flint explained.
"Regardless," Kevin cut in, "It's very nice to meet you Kurt."
"It's about time he got himself a boyfriend," Devi snickered.
A loud knock saved them from any further talk on the subject.
"That will Dr. Morgans," Mr. Wilson said standing. "Flint get the door, let's all head to the dinning room."
"Your doctor's invited?" Kurt asked in a hushed whisper, following Flint closely.
"I told you, she's like family."
"See now I'm terrified. You're family, easy, her, not so much."
"Please, she loves you," Flint smirked, opening the door.
"Happy birthday baby!" Victoria cried, hugging him tightly.
"I'm glad you could make it," Flint said.
"And Kurt! It's lovely to see you again. I hope your treating him well," She stage whispered with a wink.
"Actually, I think I'm treating him very well," Kurt smiled, holding onto Flint's arm.
"So you're an actual thing now?"
"Yes Doc, we are an actual thing," Flint assured, kissing Kurt on the forehead to make the point clear.
"Well, that's wonderful," She cheered, following them into the dinning room. "That's a beautiful scarf by the way Kurt."
"Well thank you," Kurt said, sitting down at the table, ignoring the glares he was receiving from Chelsea. "It's was a gift actually, from Flint."
"Well isn't that sweet," Chelsea said, flashing her teeth in a fake smile.
"Let's start shall we?" Mrs. Wilson suggested, clapping her hands together, ending what ever argument might have been about to occur.
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Chelsea stayed thankfully silent for the rest of the meal, letting everyone else carry on pleasant conversation. By the time everything was done, birthday candles blown out and presents opened and the family leaving in groups, Kurt felt very lucky to have been a part of the experience. Most of Flint's family were very polite and welcoming, with the obvious exception of Chelsea. But it was nice, being a part of something like that. Being a part of a family, that he wasn't required to be a part of. It was nice.
"So are you leaving me soon?" Flint asked, when they were the only two left in the living room.
"Not without giving you your present first," Kurt said, standing.
"Oh, well okay then, you may proceed."
"Come on," Kurt said, pulling him off the couch. "I can't give it to you here."
"And now I'm intrigued," Flint smirked, following Kurt as he lead them into his studio. Kurt placed Flint in front of the keyboard, before moving around to sit at the bench, flicking a few switches to start it up.
"It took me a while to decide what I wanted to give you. As you're request wasn't the simplest. But, I finally figured it out." He pushed a few tentative chords, adjusting the volume. "When I was little, my mom would sing a particular song for me when I was upset. And now, whenever I was sad, or had a bad day, or just missed her I would sing it to myself. And now I'm going to sing it for you."
Kurt looked up, giving him a vulnerable smile before playing a soft lullaby across the keys.
Baby mine, don't you cry
Baby mine, dry your eyes
Rest your head close to my heart
Never to part, baby of mine
Little one when you play
Don't you mind what you say
Let those eyes sparkle and shine
Never a tear, baby of mine
From your head to your toes
You're not much, goodness knows
But, you're so precious to me
Cute as can be, baby of mine
Kurt let his hands fall from the keys and twist in his lap. Flint walked around to Kurt, pulling him off the bench and folding him firmly into his arms.
"Thank you," Flint breathed into his shoulder, holding him tighter. "You didn't have to–"
"I wanted to. I wish she could still be here. I wish she could meet you."
"I think she'd be proud of you," Flint said, kissing him lightly on the temple. "This was the best present I've ever received, thank you."
"You're welcome," Kurt mumbled, and they just stood there, holding each other, because right then, they were the only two in the world.
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So I'm pretty terrified to watch Glee tonight. Like, I'm sooooo scared as to what I might see. God I feel queasy just thinking about it. I want to watch and I don't. Grrrrrrrrrrr. Darn you Glee writers! Why are you doing this to me!
Well, anyways, I hope you all enjoy it.
Candy Corn,
Cleo