Hey everybody, it's me. How are you guy's? All hating Chelsea? Yeah, she's a nasty piece of work. I didn't base her off anyone I knew. And don't know anyone that mean or manipulative. And When she first came into existence, as just an older sibling in a family portrait I really didn't know this is what she would become. I'm glad though, I think she makes things interesting.

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X

Flint swallowed thickly, his palms beginning to sweat. "What do you mean?"

Chelsea stood from the bed, slipping her hands into her pockets. "If you trust him then there isn't anything to worry about, I'm sure."

"Yes I trust Kurt. I just don't understand what that has to do with you seeing him at the book store."

"Then maybe he'll tell you. If you have such trust in each other."

"Tell me what?" Flint growled.

"I should go," Chelsea, muttered stepping guiltily to the door. "It's not really my business. I don't want to hurt you Flint."

Flint gripped her by the arm, dragging her back. "You've spent most of your life hurting me."

"That's different. That's between you and me. I have no reason to bring Kurt into my personal vendetta against you."

Flint released her, glaring at her firmly. "Why don't you just tell me what you obviously came here to say."

"Maybe you should just ask Kurt," she suggested innocently.

"Chelsea!" Flint snapped, anger reddening his cheeks.

She looked up her face unreadable, her voice wavering slightly. "I saw them kissing."

"What?"

"When I was at the book store. I saw them kissing."

"You're lying," Flint ground out.

"No I'm not."

"I don't believe you," Flint told her, shaking his head in disbelief. "You're lying. You've always been a liar."

Chelsea's lips curled spitefully around her teeth. "Flint I don't like you. That's no secret. I think you're a spoiled brat, who pretty much ruined my life, not that you've ever cared. I don't like having to work part time bagging groceries while I'm going to law school. I'm not getting a scholarship with our family's income, and yeah, they can pay for school, but when I should be studying I'm bagging canned goods so I can buy morning coffee and fill my car with gas and buy school supplies. I don't get the nice and easy college life Ryan got. Because my brothers sick. Because all that cash is syphoned away to pay for your surgeries and doctors appointments. So yes, I resent the hell out of you, but I am not a liar. And I saw them kissing."

"Get out," Flint growled lowly, pointing a shaking hand to the door.

"Ask him," Chelsea instructed softly. "Ask him if you don't believe me."

"Get out."

"I'm sorry Flint."

"GET OUT!" Flint finally bellowed, pushing her forcefully out the room, slamming the door behind her. He pressed his back against the door, his hands gripping fiercely at his hair as he slid down onto the floor, racked with heavy pained breaths.

X

Kurt was packing his school bag when there was a loud and forcefully knock on his door. He opened it, surprised to see Flint there.

"Hey," Kurt began, smiling sweetly. "What are you–"

But Flint pushed his way into the room, looking about it in a frenzy.

"Where's the scarf I bought you?"

"What?" Kurt asked, bewildered.

"The scarf I bought you," Flint repeated, checking the hook on the back of the door. "Where is it?"

"I-I don't know, I couldn't find it this morning."

"Did you give it to Blaine?"

"What?"

"Did you give the scarf to Blaine. Tell me."

"No, of course not," Kurt proclaimed. "Why would I give it to him?"

"I saw him wearing it," Flint explained. "And you can't find your's what am I supposed to think?"

"I don't know," Kurt responded, his arms falling haphazardly to his side. "But you aren't supposed to think I gave it to him."

"What did you do on Saturday?" Flint questioned earnestly, folding his arms.

Kurt stopped, visibly tensing. "I was at a book store. I was hanging out with Blaine."

"And that's all?" Flint goaded.

"What makes you think there was anything else?"

"Don't lie to me Kurt. We made an agreement that we would be honest with each other. I promised in the hospital that it was all honesty from then on and that applied to you too."

Kurt wouldn't look at him. "I don't know what you mean."

"I mean," He snarled. "What were you doing in a book store kissing Blaine?"

"Flint, it's not what you think," Kurt blurted out immediately.

Flint's mouth opened in disbelief. "It's true?"

"No Flint–"

"It's true? You actually...I thought...I was so sure it was a lie."

Kurt's eyes widened in desperation. "Flint, please, it's not what you think. Listen, yes, okay it's true, Blaine did kiss me–"

"He kissed you?" Flint repeated, wrapping his mind around it.

Kurt held onto Flint's forearms bracingly. "Yes Flint, listen–"

"I'll kill him!" Flint hissed, pulling away from Kurt's hold.

"Flint wait!"

But Flint was running from the room. Kurt chased after him, desperately trying to keep up with his long stride. Flint made his way quickly into the cafeteria, scanning the crowds of blue and red for Blaine.

"Hey, Anderson!" Flint yelled, walking determinedly towards him.

Blaine turned, surprised by the voice, he was barely all the way around when Flint's fist flew into his jaw. Blaine stumbled backwards, falling into to Wes and David who caught him in their arms reflexively.

"What the hell!" Blaine yelled, holding his chin. He removed himself from his friends grip.

"Keep your lips off my boyfriend!" Flint said, pressing a finger into his chest.

Blaine pushed him away, his face filling with spite "What ever happened to "You don't own him"?"

Flint pushed Blaine back, harder. "I don't own him. But he's still my boyfriend and you don't go around kissing other peoples boyfriends."

"Guy's stop," Kurt pleaded.

"I didn't touch him once when I thought you were interested," Flint ranted. "Not once. I didn't even talk to him. What the hell is your problem? You have no right Blaine."

"He didn't seem to mind so much," Blaine taunted, shoving Flint again.

"What?"

"I said, he didn't seem to mind."

"Screw you!" Flint proclaimed like a war cry, jumping on to Blaine. They rolled on the floor throwing blind punches, yelling profanity. The students around could just watch in disbelief. This was not a regular occurrence at Dalton, they were not the type of boys to brawl.

"Stop it!" Kurt yelled, trying so separate them, looking imploringly to Wes and David. They swallowed thickly, rushing forward, trying to pull them apart.

Kurt managed to pull Flint to his feet stepping between him and Blaine, while David and Wes held Blaine back by his arms.

"Are you okay?" Kurt asked, his fingers gracing Flints swelling eye.

"What did he mean?" Flint asked, pulling away, hurt spilling from his voice.

"Flint–"

"Tell me what he meant."

"Nothing," Kurt said sternly. "He didn't mean anything. He kissed me, that's all. I told him that wasn't okay and I left."

"You're lying!" Flint cried, his eyes watering. "Why are you lying!"

"Flint I love you. Remember? I. Love. You. I told Blaine that I loved you and we got into an argument. He kissed me, but I stopped it."

"Blaine, what are they talking about?"David asked

"Tell me you didn't," Wes was muttering, "I told you not too."

"When?" Flint asked. "When did you stop it?"

"What?" Kurt asked, shaking his head, trying to stay focused, there was to much noise, to many people talking.

"At what point did you stop the kiss?"

"Well it took me by surprise."

"I don't care," Flint said through gritted teeth. "The moment he was leaning in you should have been pushing him away."

"I was shocked," Kurt defended. "When I realized what was happening I pushed him off."

"How long?"

"Only a second or two I swear."

"Boys! What is going on here?" A teacher called, finally making their way to the commotion.

"Do you still like him?" Flint asked quickly, panicked.

"Wilson, Anderson! Office now."

"I love you Flint," Kurt professed ardently, grabbing his hand in desperation.

"Do you still have feelings for Blaine?" He asked darkly, pulling his hand away.

"No." Was Kurt's firm reply.

Before Flint could say anything else the teacher was grabbing him and Blaine, drawing them away. The students remained unmoving, watching the other two boys get dragged along, obviously in trouble.

"What's going on?" David finally asked.

Wes stepped to Kurt, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Kurt?"

"Blaine didn't follow your advice. He kissed me the other day, and Flint found out somehow. And something else about my scarf. I don't know."

David looked puzzled. "I don't understand. Why would Blaine do that?"

"He decided he liked Kurt too," Wes informed him. "I told him he was being ridiculous."

"But Kurt's dating Flint," David pointed out, trying to make sense of it all. "You're dating Flint, why would he do that?"

"I don't know," Kurt moaned, his arms wrapping around himself, feeling unsure. "Look I'm going to the office, I need to know what's going on."

"Okay, just...we'll talk to Blaine later okay," Wes said, motioning him to go. "So don't worry about him. Just...I really don't think Flints okay."

X

Kurt waited outside the office. He wasn't going to class, not til this was all sorted out. Thirty minutes passed before anything happened. Flint was the first to burst out the principles door.

"What happened?" Kurt asked, following him.

"Suspended for the rest of the week," Flint grunted, still storming down the hall.

"I'm so sorry."

"Yeah, so am I," Flint frowned.

"Flint–"

"I'm mad at you!" Flint snapped, stopping abruptly to face Kurt, sadness painted clearly on his face. "I'm so upset with you Kurt. I can't even begin to... Do you realize how much this hurts me?"

"It wasn't anything," was Kurt's firm protest. "Blaine was being stupid."

"I thought you were over him!"

"I am!"

"Why would you lie to me?" Flint asked, desperate to understand. "Why didn't you just tell me?"

"I don't know."

"Because this makes it look you were deliberately hiding it from me. Which means you don't trust me or you feel something for him which is making you feel guiltily."

"I'm sorry. It didn't mean anything. I was afraid you would make a big a deal out of it. And I don't want you too, because it means nothing. I love you."

Flint sighed. "Look Kurt I have to go. I can't stay on campus."

"But Flint–" Kurt begged, reaching for him.

Flint dodged his touch, as if he were terrified by it. "I'm sorry, but I cant...I can't look at you right now. I have to go."

Kurt stood motionless, watching his boyfriend walk away, no longer quite sure if he even was his boyfriend.

"Kurt..."

He turned, Blaine standing behind him. Kurt fixed him with a firm glare, smacking him soundly across the face.

"How could you!"

"Kurt I'm sorr–"

"No," Kurt warned him dangerously. "Don't you dare. How could you do that! Kiss me, and then tell Flint!"

Blaine rubbed his cheek despairingly. "I didn't–"

"And make him think it was mutual?" Kurt continued in displeasure. "I pushed you away Blaine. I didn't want to kiss you! I didn't want to be kissed by you!"

"I'm sorry. I was jealous and angry. And I shouldn't have let him think you had wanted it, but I didn't tell him."

"Than how did he know?" Kurt accused

Blaine just shrugged. Only further angered by the gesture Kurt snarled, walking away.

"Kurt wait!"

"No," Kurt burst. "You're my best friend but you've hurt me. And you did it on purpose. You don't do that to your friends."

"I'm sorry," Blaine apologized.

"I don't care. Right now I can't forgive you," and Kurt walked away, heading to his room, in no mood for classes.

Blaine stood dumbfounded in the hallway, not noticing Wes and David approaching him.

"Hey," David greeted uncertainly.

"Oh, hey."

"Suspension?" Wes asked.

"For the rest of the week."

"Okay," Wes said heavily, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Let's get you to your room."

Blaine still didn't move. "I really screwed up didn't I."

"Yes."

"I didn't think...it wasn't supposed to happen like that," Blaine admitted shaking his head.

"Did you think Kurt was just going to fall into your arms?" David asked, honestly unsure of what Blaine had expected.

"I thought...maybe...But then he was talking about telling Flint that he loved him and I guess I panicked. I didn't mean to kiss him like that. It was supposed to be..."

"Blaine," Wes muttered sadly. "You shouldn't have kissed him at all."

"And what about a scarf?" David wondered aloud.

"Oh, that," Blaine all but groaned. "I'll explain later. I'm not feeling to well."

"Okay, come on," David said, going to Blaine's other side, taking him by the arm. "'We've got you, even if you are acting like a total ass."

X

Kurt was back in his room, Flints school bag in his lap. He had forgotten it, in his haste and fury. He flipped through the contents, school books, papers and notes. Every once in a while he would stumble across something that made his heart jump. His own name, scribbled absentmindedly in the corner. K+F wrapped in the occasional heart. Flint seemed to be displaying his inner thirteen year old girl, and it was making him want to cry.

Why had he been so stupid. He should have just told Flint. Gone straight over to his house after the incident and confessed. He had been so upset with Blaine. Kissing him was the last thing he had expected, and when he realized what was happening he did push Blaine away. Hard enough that he almost fell into a discount book display. Had Blaine done that months ago it might have been different. His lips would have been welcomed and honey sweet. But all he could taste was bitterness and the memory of it made him sick.

He growled angrily, pressing his palms to his eyes, stifling the tears the begged to trip from them. He could fix this. He had too. Because he missed Flint already, and his anger and sudden absence made him feel rotten. Jumping from his bed he picked up Flint's things, leaving the dorm. Flint might be suspended and banned from the campus, but Kurt could go to him.

X

So there we go, boy fight. I'm not very good at describing fights or violence so sorry it was short. But there you have it. Leave your love, it encourages my fast updates :)

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