Hello people :) Sorry this chapter is short, and the update was delayed. Just seemed to have to a lot of things to do this weekend. And I've got to formulate, figure how this is all gonna end, because I'm not exactly sure yet. It's a mystery.

I don't own Glee.

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Kurt bounced impatiently on his toes, waiting for the door to be opened. When it did, he was disappointed that it wasn't Flint.

"Oh, Kurt. Shouldn't you be at school?" Sharon asked.

"Well yes. But I need to see Flint.

"Kurt...I don't think–"

"He forgot his things," Kurt interrupted, lifting up the bag. "I thought I'd bring it by. I really need to talk to him."

Sharon glanced back behind her, moving so the was pressed against the door frame, closing the door against her other side. "I'm sorry, but he doesn't want to see you right now."

"What?"

"He told me not to let you see him. I'm really sorry, I don't know what's going on, he wouldn't say, but he's very upset and he said if you came by he didn't want to see you."

"But I haven't explained properly!" Kurt protested. "Please. Can't I at least take him his things?"

"I really am very sorry Kurt," She said, and she sounded like she meant it. "I'll let him know you came by."

Kurt bite his lip, fighting any more urges to talk back. "Tell him I'm sorry. And I promise nothing like that will happen again." And he handed Sharon Flint's school bag.

"I will," Sharon promised, slipping back into the house.

"Thanks."

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"Hey Kurt," Wes greeted, sitting down beside him, David following suit, taking his other side. "How's Flint?"

"I don't know. I wasn't allowed to see him yesterday. And he hasn't returned any of my calls or texts."

"He won't talk to me either," David admitted.

"I don't know what to do," Kurt confessed. "I don't know how to fix this."

"Betrayal is not an easy thing to get over," Wes said.

"Not that we think you betrayed him," David added. "Because I know it's Blaine's fault, but I think that's how he must feel. I'm sure he'll talk to you when he's ready"

"What if he doesn't? What if I've lost him? It's not supposed to happen this way. Our first fight isn't supposed to ruin us."

"You aren't ruined," Wes reassured him. "Just give it a little time. He loves you. I don't think this whole thing is gonna get in the way of that."

"I hope so," Kurt sighed. "How's Blaine?"

"Racked with guilt and self loathing. Appropriate, given the circumstance."

"I'm afraid I won't be able to forgive him. If he ruins this...I just don't know."

David gave him a reassuring pat on the back. "That's just something you have to decide when you're ready."

"I want to. I do, because I want to believe he didn't mean it."

"He feels really bad about it now," Wes explained. "He talked, a little bit the other day. He knows he messed up."

Kurt let out a frustrated whine. "It just seems so unlike him."

"Everyone falls victim of jealousy," Wes spoke wisely.

"But Blaine–"

"Is a human with flaws," David interjected. "I think we got him thinking normal again. And I don't want you to talk to him before you're ready but I think he's almost back to his old self. And he knows he was in the wrong,"

"Okay," Kurt mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck, exhausted. He jumped in surprise, his phone ringing. He frantically fumbled for it, answering it in a hurry, Flints name on the screen.

"Flint?"

"Kurt? No, this is Sharon."

"Oh, hello Sharon. I thought Flint–"

"Yes, I'm sorry, I didn't have your number so I just used his phone. I know you two are fighting right now but I thought you should know, he's in the hospital."

"What?" Kurt breathed, his heart tightening in panic.

"We don't know what's wrong, they're running some tests. And I don't know if he would want me to call but I thought you should know, even if you're fighting, I...wanted you to know."

"Can I...Can I visit? Please, can I come and see him?"

"Kurt..."

"Please?" Kurt begged, clutching his phone "If he's there I can't just not see him. Please?"

"Room 4311."

"Thank you," Kurt said relieved, hanging up the phone, turning back to Wes and David. "I've got to go."

"What's wrong?"

"Flint's in the hospital. I have to see him."

Wes scowled. "Kurt you can't just keep skipping classes."

"I don't care."

"Just wait til school is out, please?" David asked.

Kurt frowned. "But–"

"No, I'm serious," Wes warned. "There's only two more periods after lunch, just wait till school is out. You're going to get yourself in serious trouble if you skipping cutting classes."

"Fine," Kurt snapped bitterly. "Fine I'll wait, but if anything happens and I'm not there, you two will wish you'd never been born. Because I will end you."

"I don't doubt it Kurt," David admitted.

"We're only thinking of what's best for you."

"Well thank you," Kurt said. "I'll see you two later. And if you talk to Blaine...I'll talk to him when I'm ready. Just let him know."

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Kurt went to the hospital after school. Hoping desperately with every step that Flint was okay. Sharon hadn't called again, letting him no if there was any news or the was some dramatic change and he was in danger. No news is good news, he repeated over in his head.

Checking in at the front desk, getting a visitors wrist band, and the elevator ride felt like they took years longer than before. Finally the elevator stopped at the fourth floor, the doors sliding open with a distastefully cheery ding. He walked down the hall, entering the room quietly. Sharon was sitting in a chair next to Flint, who was sleeping soundly in the bed.

"Hi," Kurt said hushed,

"Hello," Sharon greeted.

"How is he?" Kurt asked, walking over to her, looking from her to Flint for any clues to his current condition.

"Tired," Sharon said, her own self looking fairly exhausted too. "He didn't sleep at all last night. Woke me up early this morning complaining of pains in his chest. So I took him here. Victoria ran some test, and he finally crashed about an hour ago."

"And what did she say?"

"She hasn't come back yet."

"Oh."

She rose form her chair, stretching as she did so. "I haven't eaten at all, so I'm going to the cafeteria. You stay here okay?"

"Are you sure?" Kurt asked.

"Yes. Stay. If he wakes up you guys can talk. I'd like if you two could work what ever this out."

"Sharon–"

"He's been very happy lately," Sharon cut him off. "And it's because of you. And then he came home suspended and incredibly unhappy. And I can only presume that's because of you too. And I want you to fix it. Because you obviously care and you're obviously sorry. So if he wakes up, you can fix it."

"Thank you," Kurt said, gratefully that she wasn't prying too deeply, even though she might have wanted to.

She just nodded, leaving the room.

Kurt stared down at Flint. He had bags under his eyes, dark and purple, from lack of sleep. Kurt frowned, knowing that Flint had been up all night crying. His cheeks were still tear stained, his dark eyelashes clinging together. Kurt dropped his things silently on the floor, climbing into the hospital bed, tucking himself into Flints side, resting his on his chest. He felt Flint's heart beating, slow and even.

He slipped his hand into Flint's, stroking the slightly chilled skin up and down with his thumb, humming "Baby Mine" under his breath. He didn't know how long he lay there, the only sound filling his ears was the still mellow sound of Flint's heart and the soft rustle of his breath that just reached he top of his hair. Eventually his humming stopped, his eye lids dipped closed and fell asleep.

Kurt dreamed in quick flashes of color and blurred faces. Not the type of dream where anything happened, but one where he felt too many things at once, heard too many voices. Nothing about it made any sense, except for the constant thump that was a persistent sound heard just underneath everything else. He woke up with the sensation of finger tips stroking his cheeks. A low groaned rumbled in his throat as his opened his eyes, blinking quickly, Flint's face coming into focus.

"Sleeping Beauty wakes at last," He said, smiling lightly.

"I thought I was Snow White?" Kurt mumbled, still waking up.

Flint ran his fingers through Kurt's hair. "So, shall I tell Amelia you're the Princess?" He teased.

"Flint..." Kurt started, worried.

"What are you doing here?" Flint asked, his tone neutral.

"Your Mom called, said you were here."

"And you came to see me?"

"I came to see you yesterday," Kurt said, rubbing his cheek against Flints chest. "Your mom wouldn't let me in."

"That cause I told her not to," Flint told him, pulling him up farther so Kurt's head rested on his shoulder.

"Why didn't you want to see me?"

"I always want to see you. I just didn't want you to see me. I was upset. I didn't want you to see that."

"I don't want us to fight," Kurt sighed into his shoulder.

"It's bound to happen," Flint reasoned. "Every once in a while. Over what movie to watch. Where to eat. Who was right and who was wrong. People fight. Even people who love each other."

Kurt turned his eyes up to him. "You still love me?"

"God Kurt, of course I love you. I was hurt and angry and jealous, but that doesn't mean I don't love you. I felt all those things because I love you. I don't want you to lie to me or hide things from me. And to hide something about Blaine...you must understand how that makes me feel?"

"I know, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, it will never happen again I promise."

Flint tilted his head down, kissing Kurt purposely on the forehead. "Okay."

"Okay?" Kurt repeated, sounding uncertain.

"Yes, okay. It'll never happen again. You won't hide things from me anymore. Thus ends our first fight."

"Really?"

"Yes really," Flint assured. "Unless you won't to keep fighting."

"No, definitely not. I missed you too much."

"After just a whole day without me?"

"It felt like a very long day," Kurt pouted.

"Well I missed you too."

Kurt smiled, leaning over to kiss him. Flint just laughed, wrapping his arms around Kurt. "Yeah, I missed you too."

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Blaine was elbow deep in homework. He felt terrible, and he wasn't going to spend his suspension time doing anything that might be enjoyable. This was a punishment, so it was homework and projects all the way. But even as he worked, he thought about what he was going to do. How he was going to make things up to Kurt...and Flint. He needed to earn their forgiveness.

There was a loud knocking at the door, startling Blaine from his bubble of thoughts and history facts. He stood up, but before he could even reach the door it was being pushed open and slammed shut. Chelsea stood there, fuming, looking nothing like the controlled and detached person he had remembered.

She glared at Blaine in her fury, her voice a low snarl. "We had a deal!"

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Cleo