Oh thank god! Blaine is Gay! Totally totally gay. I felt positively sick through most of the episode. But there at the end, thank goodness. I don't know what I would have done :)
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"Blaine, this came for you," Wes said, handing over the package. He opened it, taking out the envelope first, reading the first line.
"What is it?"
"Just something I ordered on line," he dismissed, setting it to the side.
"So what are you up to this weekend?"
"Gonna try to make plans with Kurt on Saturday. Not much else."
"And how's Sebastian?" Wes asked.
"He's good," Blaine assured. "Staying at his grandmothers for the weekend, so I'm mostly just myself this weekend. Except for Saturday."
"You wanna catch a movie on Sunday with me and David? It's been a while since it was just the three of us."
"Okay, sounds good."
"Great," Wes said, rising from the bed, heading towards the door.
"Where you going?"
"Flint asked for mine and David's help. He's going to have dinner with Kurt and his family tonight, so he wanted some guidance with what to wear, from the normal mans point of view. I think he want's to impress Kurt's dad."
"Oh, is he still here?"
"Finalizing details with Kurt I think. I was gonna go get him from the practice rooms. I think that's where they are."
"You know I needed to ask Flint something," Blaine said, standing. "Why don't you find David, I can have him meet you in the entrance"
"Alright, thanks. I'll see you Sunday."
"Kay, laters."
Blaine pulled out his phone texting Kurt quickly, asking where he was. The response came moments later, that he was just getting something's from his room before he left.
Blaine quickly ripped open the remains of the package, grabbing the letter once again
Follow these instructions...
Blaine dashed through the halls, catching sight of Flint at the top of a stair well.
"Flint! Hey!"
"Oh hey Blaine," Flint greeted, turning to him. "Have you seen Wes and David, they were supposed to meet me–"
"Yeah, they're gonna meet you in the entrance hall. I wanted to ask you something."
"Okay shoot."
"I thought maybe we could set something up to double again, for real," Blaine explained. "I'd like it if we could all be friends."
"Sure," Flint agreed. "I'll talk to Kurt about it."
"Great, I'll see you later."
"Hey, wait," Flint said abruptly. "That's...uh... really nice. Where'd you get it?"
"Oh," Blaine said, fingering the accessory. "It was just a gift from a friend. I'll see you later."
Blaine hurried away, stopping at his room to get the rest of his things. He buttoned up his coat, grabbed his bag and bolted to Kurt's room, hoping to catch him. He knocked on the door, almost panting.
"Hey," Kurt said, opening the door. "Come on in."
Kurt was packing a small bag hastily, clearly eager to head home. Blaine scanned the room, his eyes darting nervously from surface to surface.
"You heading home for the weekend?" Blaine asked.
"Well I invited Flint over to dinner tonight so he can meet the family. What about you?"
"I wanted to ask if you were available for coffee on Saturday."
"Sure, I could do that," he said distractedly, shoving a book into his bag. "What time?"
"Maybe eleven?" Blaine suggested, walking around the room. "I was thinking the one at the book store, so we could browse for some literature while we drink our coffees."
"That sounds fine," Kurt breathed, picking up his bag. "I'm sorry, I'd love to stay and chat but I've gotta head home. Get things ready."
"No that's fine," Blaine promised. "Just wanted to catch you before you left. I'll see you tomorrow."
"Okay," Kurt said smiling, darting out of the room, Blaine following him out and shutting the door. "Bye," Kurt finished, giving him a brief hug before scurrying away.
Blaine watched him go, his hand slipping into his bag, frowning slightly. "So far so good."
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Kurt paced frantically back in worth, while his family stared from the couch.
"You okay Kurt?" Finn asked
"I'm fine," Kurt snapped,
"Hey kiddo it's okay," Burt offered. "We aren't going to embarrass you."
"I'll keep them under control Kurt I promise," Carol assured soothingly.
"Its just...I like him okay. I really like him, so please like him. And even if you don't pretend that you do," Kurt pleaded.
"Kurt, if you like him I'm sure he's great." Carol said. "You've always had excellent taste."
Finn gave a vacant but cheery smile."Don't worry dude."
"Okay just–" Kurt had begun but was silenced by the sharp knock on the door. "Oh he's here. Okay, be nice," he begged, before starting to the door.
"Am I on time?" Flint asked, unsure of what to make of Kurt's panicked look.
"You're fine. You look...really normal," Kurt observed, looking him up and down.
"Wes and David helped," Flint explained, giving a turn. "Better than a button up right?"
Plain black tee over jeans, very ordinary.
"You'd look great in anything."
Flint leaned low to Kurt's ear. "I also look great in nothing."
Kurt blushed deeply. "Not the time or the place."
"Sorry, but you set me up for that."
"Just behave," Kurt scolded, leading him into the house. "And I apologize in advance for any awkwardness." He dragged Flint into the living room, and presented him, almost as if he were a project for class. "Flint this is my dad Burt, Finn and Carol. Everybody this is my boyfriend Flint."
"Hello Mr. Hummel," Flint greeted stepping forward to shake his hand. "Finn, Mrs. Hummel."
"Uh, Burts just fine," he corrected.
"And Carol," She requested politely, smiling at him.
Kurt gestured Flint to sit and he followed suit.
Carol looked around the room, obviously wishing to kill the silence. "So Flint. You go to school with Kurt?"
"Yes, were in the Warblers together."
"You play any sports?" Finn asked hopefully.
Flint smiled apologetically. "Uh, no I don't. I wasn't allowed to play sports growing up."
"Oh," Flint said, slumping in disappointment.
"I don't dislike watching them," Flint added. "I just wasn't allowed to play."
"Why not?"
"Finn," Kurt warned, glaring at his brother.
"Its okay," Flint said, placing a hand gently on Kurt's arm. "I have a heart condition. My parents just wanted to play it safe."
"Oh, sorry,"
"Its fine."
"Well its great to have you here Flint," Carol said.
"Yeah," Burt agreed. "It's funny, when Kurt first said he had a boyfriend I thought it was gonna be that Blaine fellow."
"Oh-Kay, why we don't we have that dinner," Kurt interrupted, standing and ushering them into the dinning room.
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After dinner, Kurt walked Flint to his car, pressed close into his side against the chill of the evening.
"So, your family is very nice."
"Most of the time."
"Do you think your dad liked me?" Flint asked, worried.
"He didn't pull out a gun," Kurt pointed out. "So you're probably safe for now."
They leaned against the door of his car, tucked warm within each other.
"I'm really sorry about what my dad said, about Blaine. He didn't mean anything by it."
"It's okay," Flint swore with a shake of his head. "Understandable even."
"I just don't want you to think anything about it. It didn't mean anything."
"I know," Flint reassured, kissing him on the top of his head. "Thank you for inviting me. And telling them about me. I'm glad you aren't ashamed or anything like that."
"Never," Kurt gushed. "I could never be ashamed of you. You're...wonderful. You've done so much for me. And you're just...an amazing person. I'm so lucky to have you. I don't I deserve you actually."
Flint stroked a finger delicately under Kurt's chin. "No one has ever been so worthy of my affections, I promise."
Kurt took Flint's face firmly between his hands, kissing him soundly on the lips. Flint secured his arms around his waist lifting him off the ground. Kurt laughed joyfully, Flint swinging him melodically side to side for a moment, before setting softly back on the ground.
Kurt was smiling brightly, holding onto Flint. And the words came out so effortlessly, so naturally that it took he a moment to realize he had even said it, let alone truly and honestly meant it.
"I love you."
Flint's eyes widened significantly, his arms instinctively tightening around his waist. Kurt's cheeks began to pink, his body catching up to what he said. Flint leaned down, kissing the tip of Kurt's nose before dropping his head into his shoulder, kissing Kurt's exposed neck, breathing into it.
"I love you too."
Never had the cold and silence felt so safe and promising.
Eventually, and quite reluctantly Flint pulled away, fitting his hands snugly on Kurt's waist. "I should head home, and you should go inside before they start to worry, or you catch a cold."
"Okay, drive safe. Let me know when you're home," Kurt said, backing away so Flint could slide into his car.
"I will," Flint promised, leaning out the window. "I'll see you Monday."
"Okay," Kurt mumbled, leaning over to kiss him goodbye. "Monday." And he stepped back from the car, arms tucked up so his hands cradled his bare neck.
Flint went to role up the window but stopped, leaning out once more. "Hey Kurt, where's your scarf?"
"Oh," Kurt started, dropping his hands. "I think I forgot it at school."
"Okay, just wondered, don't want you cold. Now get inside."
"I'll go after I've seen you drive away."
Flint smiled indulgently, rolling up his window and peeling out of the drive way, giving a little wave before he drove out of sight.
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"So how was dinner?" Blaine asked, as they walked between the shelves of the book store. Coffee in hands.
"It went really well. As well it could have bee expected. Finn was a bit of a goof and my dad had his moments of awkwardness, but Carol was wonderful and on a whole we had a good time."
"What else?"
"What do you mean?"
"You've got this look," Blaine noted. "What else happened? You aren't telling me something."
"It's nothing," Kurt dismissed, selecting a book off a shelf, scanning the back of it.
"Definitely not nothing," Blaine said, taking the book from his hand and placing it back. "What happened? You guys fight or something."
Kurt laughed, turning his back to him and walking again. "No, we didn't fight."
"Then what? Come on, best friends share the important things remember? You said that."
"You don't know that it's important."
"It has to be, if it weren't you would be so resistant in telling me."
Kurt let out a sigh, turning to him. "Well, if you must know, I...I told him...that I love him." Kurt blurted turning away from Blaine once more.
"What?" Blaine gapped stupidly, stepping in front of him.
Kurt looked at him straight on this time. "I told him that I love him."
"Why?"
"Because I do. I love him."
"You love him?"
"Yes. And he loves me too."
"He does?" Blaine asked, his eyebrows furring in disbelief.
"Well he said he did," Kurt explained, frowning.
"That doesn't mean he really meant it."
"What's the matter with you?" Kurt asked, walking again. "Oh course he meant it."
"But how do you know," Blaine urged, pulling him back by the arm.
"Because I could tell!" Kurt burst louder then he should have, yanking his arm back. He took a deep breath, controlling himself. "I felt it."
Blaine's frown deepened. "Sometimes people say things–"
"When they aren't actually sure what they mean or how they feel. But he does. He's felt it longer than I have, I know that. But I said it first. And I didn't even have to think about it, I just felt it. I feel it, when he holds my hand or kisses me or say's my name. He means it. And it's wonderful."
"I think you're rushing into this," Blaine scolded, folding his arms across his chest.
"We've been dating for a month and a half," Kurt pointed out, crossing his own arms defiantly. "And there was something going on weeks before that. It's not like I'm sleeping with him or getting married to him, but I love him, and I think it's okay for me to tell him that. I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it."
"But what about me?"
"What about you? My feelings for him have nothing to do with my feelings for you. They're two different things."
"But Kurt–" Blaine stared, grabbing his shoulders.
"Blaine you have Sebastian," Kurt reminded, stepping out of Blaine's grip. "And I don't know exactly what you're thinking, but I don't feel that way about you. Not anymore. I love you, of course, you're my best friend. But–"
"Kurt, listen," he pleaded desperately. "I know I'm dating Sebastian, but you...just like you said we're best friends, what more could we need then that. I can break up with Sebastian, we could be together!"
"Blaine you're confused. I think you're afraid of losing me to Flint so you're making up these feelings. Wes was right, you can't decide you like me because I'm dating someone else."
Blaine blanched, his eyes growing wide. "What do you mean 'Wes was right'?"
Kurt darted his eyes guiltily to the floor. "I over heard you guys talking a few weeks ago. I shouldn't have listened, I'm sorry. But he's right. This whole thing is in your head. You don't like me that way."
"But Kurt I do, I was just to stupid to realize."
"Blaine, really, no. You aren't thinking clearly."
"Kurt–"
"I should go," Kurt admitted sadly. "I'm really sorry Blaine. Look I'll see you on Monday."
"Kurt wait!"
"Really. Blaine–"
But Kurt was silenced, because Blaine was pressing his mouth insistently onto his own.
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Sunday night at the Wilsons was always a calm sort of event. Flint was in his room as usual, finishing up a few chapters in his book before he went to bed. In his pajamas at his desk, good night text to Kurt already sent and responded too, he dragged his eyes across the words of the page, urging them to be taken in at a faster pace. There was a light knock at his door, causing his head to rise from the page.
"It's open."
Chelsea walked into the room, looking oddly reserved from her usual self. She shut the door softly, walking over to sit on the edge of Flint's bed, bag in hand.
"Hey," she greeted.
"Hello," Flint responded cautiously. "You need something?"
"I never gave you a birthday present. I bought it the other day but I wanted to wrap it so...Here."
Flint tentatively took the gift. "Only a week an half late. That's not to bad coming from you. You didn't get me anything last year, if I recall."
"I'm trying to grow as a person."
"Well, thanks, that's...nice." Flint said, opening the bag and pulling out a book. "The Picture of Dorian Gray."
"As a reminder that beautiful looks can be deceiving," Chelsea informed him thoughtfully.
"Well that's very nice, thank you Chelsea."
"I actually...I saw Kurt at the book store, when I was there."
"Oh."
"I didn't talk to him," Chelsea assured him. "He seemed busy. He was there with some curly haired fellow."
"Probably Blaine," Flint dismissed.
"Blaine, so they're...friends?"
"Yes," Flint said. "Why are you so curious?"
Chelsea shrugged. "They just seemed really close is all."
"Well, they're best friends."
"Have you talked to Kurt recently?"
"I talked to him today," Flint told her, closing his homework. "What are you getting at?"
"It's just...Well, you know that scarf you bought Kurt? I could have sworn I saw this Blaine guy wearing it is all. But if they're such good friends maybe he just let him borrow it."
"Kurt said he forgot his scarf at school," Flint told, while at the same time thinking of Blaine when he had talked to him on Friday The grey around his throat.
"Maybe it was a different scarf then," She said, looking away, biting her lip.
"What is it?"
"Nothing," Chelsea mumbled.
"Chelsea, what are you hiding?"
"I don't think I should tell you."
Flint stood up, crossing his arms."What. Is. It."
She looked up, staring Flint directly in the eyes. "How much do you trust Kurt?"
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