A/N- Bah! I planned to make this chapter have a lot more in it, but it decided not to. On the upside, next chapter will be the date! By the way, totally not trying to pimp out my own work, but if you haven't read it, take a look at Options and Other Paths, which is the companion to this piece, although in Kurt's perspective more and a lot shorter. Anything missing from here should be there and vice versa. Although I'll try to do a better job of integrating enough of it to clarify without becoming repetitive.

ALSO...Squee for the reviews. They make me happy to know someone likes the boys together.


After dinner, Adam and David appeared in their room with a stack of dvds, asking Flint and Jeff to break the ties over what movies would be watched at Warbler's movie night. They were lounging across the beds, except for Jeff, who was sat on the floor finishing his stretching for the evening.

"How do you even bend like that?" Adam questioned, his face looking like he was in much more pain than Jeff, who had his left leg at an entirely unnatural angle.

"Years of torture. Now what did we decide on?"

Flint looked down at his phone, pushing up the screen to type on the keyboard.

"Warblers movie night?" He stared at his message for a minute, before just impulsively hitting the send button.

"So what do you think Wilson?" His head shot up to look at Adam.

"Sorry, what?" The other boys laughed.

"Were you paying any attention at all? Question is Indiana Jones 3, Reservoir Dogs or Dirty Harry. We already decided on Alien for the second one."

"Oh, I vote Indy. It's eternally awesome." Flint smiled, distracted again as his phone lit up with a text. His thumbs slid it open eagerly and he didn't see David cock his head in interest.

"Who are you texting?" Flint glanced up for the message, which said "Probably. Might be late."

"Just, um, Kurt. Seeing if he was coming to the movies." He could see Jeff's obnoxious grin across the room.

"Kurt asked him out. I think that means Flint's the girl."

"Shut up. No one's the girl, emo-hair." Flint retorted.

"Wait, Kurt Hummel asked you out?" David, pushed the dvds aside, always up for gossip.

Adam frowned.

"I thought he liked Blaine. Ow!" Adam rubbed his arm where David flicked him. "What?"

"Obviously he likes Flint if he asked him out. Anyways, Blaine's been all crazy for that guy at the Gap. I thinks that's awesome Wills." David nudged the other boy who rolled his eyes.

"Actually his crush on Blaine is actually probably why we're going out. I went to talk to him after the whole Gap Attack thing, and kinda ended up telling him that I was into him. And then we ended up talking today, and he asked. It's nothing serious."

"Yet. If Flint gets his dirty dirty way with him. Dum dum daaaaaaaa!" Jeff added dramatically, and Flint was off the bed in a moment, pulling his roommate into a headlock.

"I am going to shave off your emo hair at night, you jerk!" Jeff was struggling to get free, while curling in on himself in laughter.

"It's scene!" His voice peaked in a note that he probably had never his during Warblers. Adam and David broke out in their own wave of laughs at Jeff's quasi-squeal.

"Who's the girl now!" Flint returned, applying his knuckles to the shock of blonde hair.


Flint and Adam were sitting on one of the couches, waiting for Jeff to show up with the popcorn.

"So, is the boyfriend coming then?" Flint looked around the room self-consciously.

"Adam, there is no boyfriend. We haven't even gone out on a date." He whispered. Adam had no censor between his brain and his mouth.

"Oh, sorry man. Why are you saving the seat then?" Jeff appeared, and instead of sitting on the open couch space next to Flint, he lowered onto the carpet in front.

"For the not-boyfriend." Jeff replied, keeping his voice down. Adam grinned.

"Thought so."

"Alright, everyone's gotta shut up now!" They all looked up at David, who was standing in front of the tv. "Tonight's double feature is Indiana Jones 3 and Alien. Any complaints can be directed towards someone else, cause Adam and I don't care. Enjoy the showing." Several boys laughed as David moved to turn off the lights and Adam shouted out "It's true!" Jeff held the bowl of popcorn up, balancing it half on the couch cushions and half on his head. As he reached for a handful, Flint told himself that he'd give it twenty minutes, and then he'd give the seat up to Jeff.


It had been fifteen minutes when a flood of light appeared around the lounge door and Kurt slipped into the room. He must have been out of the dorms, because he was hanging up his coat and taking off a pair of tall boots that were edged with snow. Flint saw him send some smiles around the room, including at Blaine. Oh. There was an empty spot next to him as well that Kurt was being waved towards. Flint couldn't help looking over at Kurt, trying not to look disgruntled, but quickly switched back the the screen. He didn't particularly want to see him and Blaine tuck into the couch with each other, no matter what Kurt had said at lunch.

The seat next to him sunk down and Flint could see a pair of charcoal grey socks disappear between the cushions in his peripheral vision. He turned and couldn't help a grin from covering his face, even while he cocked his head in slight surprise.

His smile was returned.

"Hi."

"Hi." Flint felt his confidence swell suddenly at the other boy's presence. Kurt had asked him out, and now he was sitting there next to him, even though he could have sat with Blaine, even just as friends. He reached out and laid his hand on Kurt's knee, squeezing gently and hoping it conveyed his happiness to see the other boy. Kurt's toes shifted and pressed against the side of his leg. Flint shifted a little bit closer, increasing the contact between them slightly and allowing him to lean towards Kurt and whisper without bothering anyone else.

"You like Indiana Jones?" Kurt nodded, glancing over.

"Yah. First and third. The second one, not so much."

"Same for me. I had a huge crush when I was younger on River Phoenix, the guy who plays young Indy?" Kurt raised an eyebrow at him.

"Not really my type, but cute. I was more into Harrison Ford, that dark handsome look." It was Flint's turn to look amused.

"Dark and handsome, hm?"

Kurt tried not to look away from the tv, just nodded. Flint let it pass, enjoying the twitchy wiggle of Kurt's toes against his leg. He shifted himself as a draft from the old Dalton windows brushed past. Adam pulled up his hoodie to keep himself warm, while automatically reaching for the blanket over the back of the couch and throwing it at Flint.

"Thanks man." Flint murmured. He started to shake it out and looked to Kurt. "You cold?"

"A bit."

"Here." He reached across Kurt, dropping one edge of the blanket and pulling the other over himself, tucking his arms underneath it.

"Thanks."

"Well, I don't want to give you a cold shoulder." Kurt snorted.

"That was the worst pun I've heard in a long time. Honestly awful." Flint just shrugged and smiled.

"Well if we're gonna be spending time together, you might as well get used to it." Kurt looked at him.

"I think I can handle it." Flint caught his eyes, loving the teasing spark and genuine tone in the boy's voice.

"Good."


"It would be awesome if instead of using his umbrella to scare the birds, it was a left over from James Bond and shot like, mysterious purple gas."

Flint wiggled his fingers as he said "mysterious" and Kurt found himself laughing in the middle of another dramatic moment. His cheeks flushed when several of the boys shushed him and sent him dirty looks. He kicked at Flint's leg, who had managed to keep an innocent face and avoid the glares.

"What?" He looked over at Kurt, but his expression was full of amusement. All Kurt could do was roll his eyes.


The beginning of Alien was playing now and Kurt was dragging his toe along a short path over the outside seam of Flint's pyjamas.

A warm swell was expanding in Flint's gut. And it made him a bit ballsy.

Flint took a peripheral glance. Kurt had leant against the arm, resting his head on his folded hands. He looked relaxed.

Flint reached out under the blanket, laying his hand over the boy's foot, stilling its movement. He checked Kurt again, who didn't look at him, but also didn't pull away. After a moment, the sole of his foot flexed against Flint's hand. The cuff of Kurt's trouser's rose up and Flint's hand touched warm skin. He let his thumb press cautiously along the back of his calf. Kurt shifted slightly, giving him better access, and Flint took this as permission. He gently rubbed the exposed skin, pushing down the stretchy fabric of the charcoal sock. He knew it would feel good, as long as Kurt wasn't ticklish there. It was a pressure point that Jeff had told him about after a physio appointment. Kurt's leg stretched out across Flint's lap and he was smiling to himself against the couch. This was awesome. Flint wasn't into feet or anything, but he was totally into being allowed to touch the warm skin along Kurt's achilles. It meant that maybe he'd have a chance to touch other spaces on Kurt's skin. Like the long line of his neck. Or the pale inside of his wrist. Or... better not to go there right now. That might come at some point, but right now they both seemed pretty happy with this little bit of intimacy.


Kurt felt, well, kinda amazing right now. He had loved the close moments he had with Blaine, the sitting side by side and hugs of greeting, but he had never really gotten any actual... affection from a boy before. And Flint was gentle, but not too shy about it. And he had great lips. Not that Kurt had been thinking about them.

Kurt stretched out his leg, finding it kind of exciting to know that he probably wouldn't be rebuffed for increasing the contact between them. He smiled into the arm of the couch as Flint's thumb pressed into the muscle of his leg. How exactly did he know how sore that spot was? Kurt hadn't even been aware of it until now.

After a few minutes, the pressure eased and Flint's tugged Kurt's pant leg back down before resting his hand over it.

He leaned closer, keeping his eyes on the screen.

"You comfortable? You need more space or anything?"

"No. I'm just fine."

Flint looked at him then, biting his lip a little.

"Good."

A muffled laugh came from the floor on the other side of Flint. He shifted his foot, slightly forcefully.

"Ow. You suck." Jeff grumbled, wrapping his arms protectively around his ribs.

"I haven't the faintest idea what you're talking about." Flint replied loftily. Kurt and Adam laughed slightly at the glare between the roommates, until they got shushed again by the room.


Kurt and Flint wandered down the hallway with some of the other boys, heading back to dorms.

"You know, you are going to ruin my reputation at Warblers night."

Flint jammed his hands into his pockets and grinned.

"Oh yeah?"

"I've never been shushed that many times. Not even during Devil Wears Prada, which Mercedes has officially declared my "obnoxious gushing" movie."

"Well, it's the price to pay to sit next to me. Can't do much about it. This is me, by the way." Flint stopped, nodding at the door behind him.

"Well, I guess it's not too terrible a price to pay. And I suppose that the arrangement has...other advantages," Kurt glanced up at Flint's clear eyes with a hint of shyness. Flint's face screwed up slightly in what probably looked like a ridiculous expression, but he was just trying not to smile like a complete dork.

"Yeah." Oh god this guy could make him absolutely monosyllabic. He needed to get in his room now, before he did something stupid, like try and kiss him good night or something. They hadn't even gone on a date yet. " So... Good night."

Kurt smiled and turned, trailing one foot slightly. He looked back over his shoulder.

"Night Flint." Flint moved quickly into his room so he could avoid looking like a creeper and watching Kurt disappear down the hall.

"Hey Casanova." Jeff teased as soon as he shut the door. "Look at you putting the moves on the crush."

Flint rolled his eyes and grabbed a towel, planning on having a shower before bed. As he passed by Jeff's bed, the other boy grabbed his arm.

"Hey. You two actually are kinda...cute together." Jeff smiled and shrugged a bit, before tilting his head and pointing at his friend. "But you're not allowed to tell anyone I said that. Cute doesn't mesh with my image." Jeff slipped on the sunglasses he'd bought and laid back on his bed, pulling out his phone to call his girlfriend.

"Thanks, man." Flint shook his head, but even as he was shampooing the gel out of his carefully styled hair, his couldn't help the upturn of his mouth.