Hello everyone, I'm so so so sorry this took so long. I'm in Julius Caesar and we had a tech run all this week, and the show opened this weekend, so it kept me really busy. On the other hand, if any of you live near Fullerton California, you should totally support the local theatre scene ;) jk
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"Am I interrupting something?"
Flint and Kurt pulled away from each other, flushing with embarrassment.
"Oh, hey Doc," Flint stuttered. "We were just–"
"No need to explain," She interrupted, a lovely and wicked smile twisting over her teeth. "Fairly obvious what you were "Just", but your Mom is on her way back if you two want to untangle yourselves."
Kurt smile sheepishly, climbing out of the bed and onto the hospital chair.
"Hey Vic," Sharon greeted, walking into the room, kissing her son briefly on the forehead. "What's the news?"
"Well," Dr. Morgans said, taking a deep breath. "I've run every test in the book and you're fine."
"What?" Flint asked, puzzled.
"You're fine," She repeated, smiling. "Your heart is fine, there isn't anything wrong."
"B-but," Flint spluttered. "My-my chest hurt. There was pressure, my chest felt tight, I had an irregular heart beat."
"And now?"
"Well I'm fine, but–"
Victoria help a hand up to silence him. "Might I ask, what you'd been doing that day. Anything out of the ordinary?"
"Not really," he shrugged. "I got suspended. But I don't think that had anything to do with it."
"Anything else?" She probed.
Flint shifted an awkward gaze to Kurt. "I was...upset. Crying for a while."
"Why were you so upset?"
"I was mad, at Kurt. We got into a fight. But we're fine now. It's all cleared up."
"And your chest doesn't hurt anymore."
Flint's fingers tapped lightly over his heart. "Well, no."
She smiled again, patting Flint's leg affectionately. "Okay, sweetie, sometimes emotional pains manifest themselves physically."
Flint blinked several times."Oh."
"So, he's okay?" Sharon asked. "He was just.."
"Upset," Victoria filled in quickly. "But it's all fine, because there isn't anything wrong. And it's always better to be safe than sorry. So I'm just going to get the paper work and we can discharge you."
Flint groaned as she left the room, rolling his face into his pillows. "This is the most embarrassing trip to the hospital ever."
"Flint I'm so sorry," Kurt apologized, feeling terrible.
"Don't be. I am far more emotional than I realized."
"I'm glad you're okay sweetheart," Sharon smiled, standing. "I'm going to go call your father, let him know everything is fine."
"I'm sorry about this," Flint mumbled to his mom.
"There is no need to be sorry," She assured, placing another kiss on his forehead. "Kurt, thank you for coming down. But now that there isn't anything wrong with him, I'm afraid I'm going to have to tell you there won't be any more visits for the rest of the week."
Flint sat up abruptly in protest."But mom!"
"No, I'm sorry, but you were suspended from school and that doesn't go without punishment. So Kurt is not allowed to visit you."
"It's fine Sharon, I understand," Kurt suppled. "She's right, my Dad would do the same thing."
"I still protest that it's unfair," Flint said, grumpy, folding his arms over his chest.
"Protest all you like, my minds made up," Sharon said smartly, heading towards the door. "Say your goodbyes while I talk to your dad."
Once she shut the dorr behind her Flint immediately pulled Kurt into bed with him. "I can't go the rest of the week with out seeing you." He whined.
"Oh really?"
"I just love you too much," Flint pouted ridiculously.
"It'll be Monday before you know it," Kurt promised, twisting his fingers in Flint's hair. "We can spend lunch together. We'll be sickeningly adorable, sharing food, hand feeding each other grapes."
"I look forward to it," Flint said slowly, his tongue pressing deliberately against the roof of mouth and his teeth as he said it.
"You can still text me, and call if you get to lonely," Kurt reminded him.
Flint gave a cheeky smile. "Oh, do I have your permission?"
"You know you don't need it," Kurt laughed. "I'm available no matter what."
"It's still a mystery to me how I ever got so lucky as to have you."
"You were worked very hard. And you are very deserving. Don't let anyone else ever make you think otherwise."
"Promise," Flint said seriously, before changing his tone into one of flirtation. "Now, do I get a kiss to hold me over?"
"If I must. You ask so much of me," Kurt bemoaned sarcastically.
"And I won't stop asking," Flint said mischievously, dipping his nose to the curve of his jaw.
"Truth be told I don't really want you too," Kurt admitted breathlessly, before pulling back a placing his lips against Flint's.
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"Typically," Blaine started, sending a glare at Chelsea through narrowed eyes, "Once you've knocked you wait for the door to be answered.."
"You were supposed to break them up," Chelsea snarled accusingly. "What was Kurt doing in the hospital sleeping with my brother?"
"What?" Blaine gasped.
"Not sleeping together," She clarified. "But asleep together."
"Well I'm sorry," Blaine said in an over exaggerated tone, not sounding sorry at all. "But it didn't work. I don't know what you want me to say."
Chelsea folded her arms, her tone turning cold and sinisterly calm. "We had an agreement. And from what I see you have not fulfilled you're end of the bargain. You were supposes to seduce him, why is it that he goes un-seduced?"
"He doesn't want me anymore," Blaine explained, his arms flailing hopelessly at his sides. "He only wants Flint."
"Then figure out something else."
"No," Blaine told her firmly. "I'm done. I don't want to help you plot anymore. What I did was wrong. It was selfish and really really wrong and they're my friends and I won't willingly hurt them anymore."
Chelsea sucked her lower lip between her teeth, fighting an urge to yell. "I need help, I can't break them up on my own, I need someone on the inside."
"Find someone else," Blaine spat, heading towards the door, opening it for her. "I'm out."
"I don't think so Blaine," Chelsea sneered condescendingly, pushing the door shut. "You're gonna help, and you know why? Because if you don't, I'll tell your boyfriend Sebastian that you cheated on him."
"You can't–"
"I'll tell him that you were deliberately locking lips with somebody else. And then I'll tell Kurt and Flint that you were in cahoots with me the whole time. And I guarantee they won't be pleased with that."
Blaine looked at her, his jaw dropped, dumbfounded. "That's blackmail, you can't do that."
Chelsea just gave him a wicked smile. "Welcome to the magical world of lawyer tricks. I can and I will."
"Look. It doesn't matter, even if I did try again," Blaine tried to explain. "He won't cheat, and he won't leave Flint."
"Fine, if we can't get Kurt to leave Flint for you that's just fine. We'll just have to get him to leave some other way."
Blaine tugged at his hair, filled with frustration. "I told you he won't leave Flint, he loves him."
"No, I'll get him to leave," Chelsea assured, her eye's glinting wildly. "He'll leave because Flint cheats."
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"Do you think he'll want to see us?" David asked, strolling beside Wes.
"I don't see why he wouldn't," Wes shrugged.
"I just wondered if he was still mad at us," David wondered. "He hasn't been himself lately. I was thinking that he might be feeling a little neglected. Maybe that's why he was acting out."
"We aren't his parents. He is not a rebellious child seeking attention. But he needs his friends right now to help him through this. He knows he screwed up. But we can help him make amends."
David nodded absentmindedly, before suddenly grabbing a hold of Wes, halting him. "Hey, wait a minute. That's...That looks like Flints sister."
Wes looked around, bewildered. "What?"
David pointed to the brunette, who was climbing into a car. "I haven't seen her in person for a few years but I'm pretty sure that's her."
"Well, what could she possibly be doing here?" Wes wondered, his eye brows bending together in confusion.
"I don't know, but from what I remember, if it's Chelsea, it can't be anything good."
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Chelsea Wilson did not consider herself to be an unreasonable human being. She didn't even think she was particularly mean. She was driven. She worked hard what she wanted, and she was strictly no nonsense. But none of her friends would call her hatful or ill intentioned. She was known for being pretty boring, often called a stick in the mud. But if you asked any of her close friends if she was vindictive, they would say no.
But Flint...Flint had always been a different story entirely.
Their relationship hadn't started off as that akin to arch enemies. Truth be told, she had been excited to a big sister, to have a sibling she got to be protective over, like Ryan had been to her. And even when he turned out to be sick it only solidified her resolve to be the best big sister ever. But somewhere along the line, after the fiftieth trip the hospital, and the third cancelled vacation and the "No sweetheart I'm sorry but we can't afford cheer camp this year." Or "Ballet lessons." or "Pottery classes." Or whatever hobby she wanted to try or had to give up to make sure that all the hospital bills were covered.
The jealousy of the attention her parents paid to her brother soon turned to bitter resentment. She hated him. She hated every little thing about him. She hated his musical talent. She hated that she couldn't do everything she wanted, like her brother before. If she wanted to take Jazz, tap, hip hop and ballet she should be able to. She shouldn't have had to choose just one. She hated how hard she had to work and how easily everything came to him. She hated that he was sick. She hated his stupid broken heart.
And she miserable. She was cold and unhappy inside. And suddenly her stupid brother got a boyfriend and he got to be all glow-ey and jubilant and in love. And that simply wasn't fair. He didn't deserve to be so sickeningly happy. So Chelsea's burning need for revenge finally took over, and she would not be satisfied until she had broken up her brother and his pale faced boyfriend. And sure, plan A had failed but it wasn't over yet. Plan B would work. It might even be better than her first idea.
She smiled widely, a charmingly sinister chuckle escaping her throat as she flipped through the T-shirts on the rack. And with just a little help from her new curly headed sidekick, she was bound for success. Yes, this plan was definitely going to work.
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I know it's short, and for that I apologize. But I've just been so busy :( So I am sorry, but now that the show is starting there aren't anymore rehearsals, so I'm going to try to make sure my updates are much more frequent.
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