A/N- Enjoy...tee hee.
"To the Walgreens?" Flint grinned as Kurt carefully opened the door to his sedan and slid in. They were heading into Westerville just after classes finished for the day, and a number of other cars were already crowding the circle at the front of the main hall.
"Onwards sir." Kurt pulled his bag into his lap and took a moment to look at the car. It was nice, not overly flashy, but still slick. "So what's the mission?"
Flint glanced over as he checked the traffic at the end of Dalton's drive.
"We need to get some drinks and snacks for everyone, and paper towel. I need to get razor blades for myself, or I'm going to start looking like a hobo. And whatever you need to pick up."
"Okay, good. And I don't know, I think you might be able to pull off scruff quite well."
Kurt reached out and ran the back of his fingers along Flint's cheek.
Flint sent him a look that he hoped conveyed something between "don't stop touching me" and "you're putting both of our lives in jeopardy."
Kurt had a self satisfied smile on as he sat back in the passenger seat, so Flint figured it got across.
Flint grabbed a cartridge of razor blades and threw them in a basket as Kurt looked over shave gel a little bit down the aisle.
"Find anything?" He sidled up to the other boy and peered over his shoulder.
"I think this one. Hypoallergenic, organic and with moisturizers." He turned around sharply, dropping it into the basket in Flint's hand, and side stepped him with a raised eyebrow.
"Snacks?"
Flint trailed behind him towards the next aisle, biting his lip. They were both still wearing their Dalton uniforms, but Flint couldn't help thinking that Kurt wore it exceedingly well.
"What are we getting?"
Flint shrugged.
"I was thinking something along the chips and candy line. I have a thing for barbeque chips, so those for sure. Grab some stuff you like." Flint encouraged, adding a bag of Ruffles BBQ and one of Sour Cream and Onion, which were Jeff's favourites. A bag of Doritos joined them. He looked up at Kurt with an intrigued expression.
"Didn't take you as a Doritos man."
Kurt shot him a teasing look.
"So many things left for you to discover." Flint couldn't help it. He knew it wasn't his thing, being affectionate in public, but he wrapped his arm around Kurt's waist for a moment and rubbed his knuckles against the other boy's side.
"Can't wait." Flint squeezed slightly and released him, moving towards the collection of candy down the aisle. "What do you think about Sour Patch Kids?"
They each grabbed a bag and a case of pop as they left the checkout. Kurt looked thoughtful as they made their way to the car.
"Everything okay?" Flint checked as they put the groceries in the back seat.
Kurt nodded slightly then glanced across the parking lot at the coffee shop.
"Do we have time to grab a coffee?"
Flint checked his watch.
"Yeah, of course. C'mon."
They sat down together at a table tucked between the back wall and a bank of windows.
Flint cocked his head to the side at Kurt's reluctance to break his staring match with the lid of his coffee.
"Sorry, did I weird you out in Walgreen's? I'm not usually big on public affection, but I just...I dunno, I couldn't help it."
Kurt looked up and was frowning.
"Not even close."
Flint sat back a bit. Okay. What was going on?
Kurt had steepled his hands together on the table and seemed to be gathering his thoughts. He looked Flint directly in the eye.
"Why haven't you kissed me?"
That...that he did not see coming.
"I...uh...sorry, what?"
Yes, Flint had regretted not kissing Kurt after their date, or yesterday at lunch, but he thought that he'd made it pretty clear to Kurt that he was definitely interested.
Kurt seemed to regroup in the face of Flint's borderline incoherence and tried again.
"Have you not...so you're nervous, or afraid, or..."
Flint shook his head quickly.
"No. It's not that."
"So...you've kissed a boy before?" Kurt clarified. Flint wasn't sure if this was the right answer, but it was the true one.
"Yeah, um, two."
Kurt seemed to process this, his comment directed more towards himself than at Flint.
"Okay, two boyfriends."
Flint felt himself panicking slightly. He didn't want to be misunderstood. But he didn't want to seem totally lame.
"No. Not boyfriends. It was just kinda like, we hooked up at a party. I've actually never had a full out boyfriend."
"Oh." Kurt looked like he wasn't really sure what to say. But he looked almost...disappointed.
So logically Flint felt the need to just keep rambling.
"I'm not slutty though. I've never gone all the way, or even close really."
Kurt took a tentative sip from his cup.
"It's okay."
Flint was scrambling again. This had gone very badly very quickly.
"No, I mean, I want you to know that I've got morals and stuff. The first was just this guy I knew from chorus, and I was only thirteen, and we went to a movie and afterwards we kissed, and then we were both so embarrassed we never talked again."
"First kiss?" Flint nodded to his question.
"And the other one was at Ohio State last year when I went to visit my sister. She took me to a party and this guy she was crushing on turned out to be more interested in me than her, and I'd had a couple of beers, and we ended up kissing in the hallway until Vanessa decided she needed to protect my honour from the college freshman." Kurt laughed reluctantly.
"Scandalous."
Flint grinned and nudged the other boy's shoulder. Things were improving.
"You?" He'd thought it would be a relatively tame question. Kurt was awesome, and cute, and confident, so surely he'd kissed someone by now. But Kurt slumped a little, his body closing off.
"I think I'd rather not fill you in on my tragic escapades thanks. For some mysterious reason you think I'm actually somewhat attractive and I'd really rather not spoil that delusion."
Flint hated seeing the insecure flicker behind Kurt's sharp retort. He reached out under the table and grabbed the other boy's hand.
"I don't think, I know. You're mad sexy Hummel." Kurt rolled his eyes, but smiled a little bashfully at their hands.
"Fine. But don't say I didn't warn you. Two people. One was a girl, and the other one threatened to kill me if I told anyone."
"Well. That kind of sucks." Flint said plainly. Kurt snorted. Then stopped, and thought about it for a moment.
"You know what, you're right. It does."
"You say it like you hadn't realized that." Flint squeezed his fingers around the narrower, longer hand in his palm. Kurt smiled at him a little.
"I guess it was just so much mad drama for such a long time, I mean, it's all part of the reason I'm here at Dalton, that I never really thought of it like that. Not being part of this huge upheaval and just being sort of a crappy experience."
Flint nodded, and looked out the windows at the cars speeding by. He was starting to understand a little better why it hadn't been Kurt to instigate a kiss. He wasn't exactly experienced himself, but at least his had been fun and awkward, not scary.
And, anyways, Kurt had been the one to make a lot of the first steps between them, asking him out and sitting with him at the Warblers movies last week. Flint could do this. He could take the chance and kiss the boy he liked. A lot.
"Well, maybe some time you'll let me help give you a better one." Kurt looked at Flint, who was still staring out the window.
"Meaning?"
Flint just gave him a sideways glance.
"You know what I mean."
Kurt glared at the boy, although his eyes lacked any anger or malice.
"But maybe I wanna hear you say it."
Flint felt himself beginning to flush. He grumbled his answer reluctantly.
"I'm not saying it."
Kurt tugged on his arm, drawing Flint's attention back up to his face.
"Saying what?"
"You know." Flint's ears were red and Kurt reach out to touch the top edge. It was hot against his fingertips. Flint shook his head with with an irritated grunt. Kurt shifted over onto one hip, his arm pressing against Flint's.
"You wanna kiss me?" Kurt said teasingly, but was startled into silence at the dark look in the other boy's eyes.
"You know I do." Flint's reply was quiet and suddenly serious. His shyness was flushing down from the tips of his ears to his neck.
"Why haven't you then?" Kurt said quietly, voicing the insecurity he had been feeling for the last week. Flint shrugged.
"Didn't know if you wanted me to. If you'd let me."
Kurt looked at the boy hard, stared at his smooth dark hair and expressive mouth, and smiled.
"You are the most adorable thing ever."
"I'm not adorable." Flint protested. "I'm six foot three."
Kurt just shrugged off his exclamation.
"Tall and adorable is still adorable."
"Fine." Flint rolled his eyes, but when they settled back on Kurt he nodded to himself. "We'll get there Kurt. I promise."
"Soon?"
"Soon. Before one of us explodes." A snort of laughter from Kurt set Flint off too, and it took a severe look from a middle aged woman reading an Oprah's book club recommendation for them to settle down.
Kurt changed out of his Dalton uniform, pulling on a pair of slim jeans and zipping up a hoodie over his undershirt. He was heading to the commons for Warblers night in a few minutes, but it still gave him time to tidy up.
He was slipping his blazer onto a hanger when there was a knock at the door.
"Hello?" Kurt pulled it open and saw Flint leaning against the frame.
"Hey. I wanted to know if you would go to Warblers night with me."
Kurt let a smile creep across his face.
"You already know I'm going."
"I know you were going, but I wanted to walk you there and sit with you and stuff. Think of it as a mini-midweek date." Flint moved his arm from behind his back and held out his hand for Kurt to take.
"This is unexpected." Kurt bit his lip and laced his fingers into Flint's. "I kinda like it."
"Good." He lead Kurt out of his room, pausing to let him shut his door. He hovered behind Kurt as he locked up, and the heat from the taller boy made Kurt swallow thickly.
"You're being awfully familiar tonight." Kurt hummed, glancing over his shoulder. Flint had his hair brushed forwards again, and he was wearing his glasses. They made his blue eyes seem brighter. "Not that I mind."
"I was thinking about this afternoon, and I've decided that if you want me...I'm going take advantage of your insanity while I can. If you want me to show you that I like you, that I care about you...I will."
"I want you to." Kurt turned around and ran his thumb over Flint's broad hand.
"Good. Now let's get going." Flint grinned at Kurt's reluctant groan as he jogged towards the commons, dragging him alongside.
Most of the boys were already there when they stumbled into the common, but one of the loveseats was open.
"Couch for two?" Kurt joked, letting Flint pass by him with a gesture of his arm.
"Should work." He flopped down on the cushions and Kurt slipped next to him.
"So what did you and Jeff choose?" Kurt asked, waving over at Blaine and David, who were across the room throwing Skittles at Adam's open mouth.
"We decided on a Top Gear marathon. Have you seen it?"
Kurt shifted in his seat, tucking his feet under him and facing into Flint.
"No. Doesn't sound familiar."
Flint curled his arm around Kurt's shoulder, and they settled in as Jeff set up his computer to connect with the television.
"You'll like it. It's from the BBC, three guys who test cars, and do ridiculous stuff."
The theme music came up and Flint joined Jeff in shushing the room, even wrapping his hand around Kurt's mouth playfully when he started laughing. The lights went down, and his hand slid back to Kurt's shoulder.
"By the way, you look great tonight."
Kurt let his head lean against Flint, his hand bunching up in the other boy's knit sweater.
"You look hot." Kurt said quietly. "With your glasses especially.'
"Oh reaaally."
Kurt smiled, punching a little at Flint's side.
"Yes really, now let's pay attention, or I'll have no idea what is going on."
"'Kay."
Flint agreed, but he still to a moment to turn his head just slightly and press his cheek to Kurt's hair.
They were halfway through the second episode when Flint decided he had to do something. Kurt was pressed up close, his fingers drawing swirls on his side. It was making his stomach muscles clench, especially when the trail moved lower towards his hip. He surveyed the boy next to him carefully, deciding on his course of action. His eyes caught on Kurt's far shoulder. His sweater had fallen open, exposing the strap of his undershirt and a wide patch of pale skin. Flint's eyes followed the line over his collarbone, disappearing into the far side of Kurt's neck, and back into the hollow it created.
"You have awesome collarbones." Flint murmured. He bent up the arm he had wrapped around Kurt, running the tips of his fingers over the exposed skin. He couldn't help the rush he felt as Kurt's chest heaved slightly at the contact.
"You don't play fair."
Flint just enjoyed the breathless note in the other boy's voice and kept his thumb mimicking the swirls Kurt had been tracing against his own side.
"Never said I would."
"Night guys!" Kurt and Flint waved at Nick as he shut his door behind him. He was the last person in the hall where Kurt's room was, besides them.
Once he was gone, the calm murmur of boys living behind the closed doors created a warm silence around them. Their footsteps seemed loud in comparison, and Flint could hear the scuff of his shoes when they stopped outside Kurt's door.
"I liked the minidate." Kurt said, juggling his keys before he slipped his into the lock.
"Good."
"Well," Kurt trailed, turning the knob and pushing the door open. "I guess this is-"
His sentence was cut off abruptly, though.
With a quick glance down the hallway, Flint clasped both hands onto Kurt's hips and pushed him backwards into the room.
Kurt let out what was undoubtedly an embarrassing squeaky noise. Flint laughed as they bumped into the wall, pushing the door shut with his foot. Kurt dropped his head down, slightly embarrassed, but breaking out into a grin. They settled together, Flint's back against the wall. Kurt found that his hands were grasping against the other boys sweater. But their breaths settled into a rhythm, and Flint's soothing thumbs encouraged Kurt to look up to his face.
"C'mere." Flint mumbled. He was terrified, but he was going to do this. One of Kurt's hands released his sweater and wrapped behind Flint's neck, clasping strands of dark hair between fingers. Flint felt the hand tug him down and he tilted his head to the side. He nuzzled his nose against Kurt's, breath hot against his lips, and pushed forwards that last distance.
Oh god. This was amazing.
Flint pressed a little bit closer, and Kurt's bottom lip shifted and caressed his. He opened his mouth, just slightly, pulling back to tilt his head to the other side. Kurt met him again, turning his head compliantly and letting his other hand rise to run the line of Flint's neck.
"Holy crap." Kurt breathed the words against his lips as they pulled apart and Flint grinned, dropping his forehead onto Kurt's shoulder.
"Word."
He could almost see Kurt roll his eyes. But he could definitely hear the little hum that he let out as Flint pressed a soft, apologetic kiss to his collarbone.
He lifted back up to look Kurt in the eye. The exasperation had disappeared completely, replaced by affection and a deeper smokier note in his gaze.
"I think its safe to say you've restored my impression of kisses."
"You blew mine out of the water." Flint returned.
They stood, watching each other for a moment, before Flint shifted back onto his heels.
"I should get going." His hand reached back to find the door knob.
Kurt nodded, but then suddenly moved up and grabbed Flint's sweater, pulling him into another soft kiss.
When he stepped back, his cheeks were pink and his eyes were bright.
"Okay." Flint watched as Kurt's tongue ran across his lips, wetting them slightly. "Now you can go."
Flint tugged the door open and backed out slowly, his hands slipping into his pockets.
"Good night."
Kurt leaned against the frame, smiling softly. He waved a bit as Flint receded, before wrapping his arms around his own waist.
"Night."
