A/N- Thank you to all those reading and especially those reviewing or writing other pieces themselves. They make my little fandom heart soar.

And to my lovely reviewer who liked Flint and Jeff from last chapter, but wanted more FLIRT...Look at the monster you have created now. Longest chapter yet. Enjoy!


"You two work things out?" Kurt asked cautiously, stirring brown sugar into his cereal.

Flint nodded, swallowing a mouthful of toast and eggs.

"Yeah. We figured stuff out, and Tuesdays have officially been declared bromance nights in the Wilson/Shapiro room." Flint announced. Jeff walked by and slapped him a high-five on the way back from the coffee stand. Kurt just rolled his eyes.

"Fine by me. Mercedes has been badgering me for a more consistent "relationskype." You can go kill things, I'll get my girl-time in."

"Speaking of girl time," Jeff began, looking around at the boys. "I need some advice."

"Yes, I will spend tonight giving you a makeover to get rid of your emo hair." Kurt deadpanned. Flint and David both snorted in laughter as Jeff groaned.

"Scene! It's scene! I can believe you've got him calling it emo now too. I'm not emo!" Kurt just grinned into his bowl, shooting a glance at Flint. "And that wasn't even close to what I was going to say."

He frowned and punched David's arm, as he continued to laugh.

"Sooooo... What I wanted to ask was if anyone has any ideas for a date with Allie. Cause the moment she sees this eye, she's going to be pissed. And when Paul sees it, he's gonna have us doing conditioning for hours, and she's gonna be even more pissed. So I need a preemptive strike."

"Well you could let her poke your bruise." Flint said sarcastically, glaring at Kurt for a moment. "Kurt seemed to thing that stabbing his finger at my cut was sufficient payback."

"If you hadn't been fighting, there wouldn't have been a cut. Anyways, I didn't poke it. I was cleaning it."

"Forcefully." Flint mumbled, then flinched as Kurt let his hand flick towards his brow teasingly.

"Yeah, don't think my girlfriend's really going to be into that. Paul might consider it." Jeff said irritably. "Any input on girl advice from the guys who have actually dated one?" Jeff looked down the table, but the faces looked more amused than helpful.

"Hey, I've dated a girl!" Kurt protested, and the rest of the boys broke out in laughter.

"Fine, but do you have any advice?" Jeff pleaded. "I really really don't want to be sexiled from my own relationship!"

"Fine, fine..." Nick rolled his eyes and leaned in from the other side of David. He was generally considered a bit of a casanova at their sister school, and a "lucky bastard" by the boys at Dalton. Kurt could see why. He was talented and charming and mad sexy. Not that Flint had to worry about it. He was also pretty much the straightest boy ever, and was dating a girl at Everett Vauxhall that even Kurt could recognize as both "fine" and "stacked."

"I'm going to advise not going out anywhere, cause she probably won't want to be seen in public with you any time soon. And its gotta be good. I'm going to suggest making her dinner, if you don't suck at cooking, or else ordering from her favourite restaurant if you do. Pick her up, drive her here, use the Marchester common room, the small one one in the south wing, dinner, dessert, take her home and kiss her hand good night in front of all her friends. Oh, and if she doesn't know how you got it, hide Flint and tell her you were defending her honour."

"It's not completely a lie..." Flint said, and both he and Jeff looked down, a little shamefaced for a moment. Once he looked back up from the bottom of his cup, Jeff seemed thoughtful.

"That actually sounds like a pretty good plan." Kurt smiled and glanced over at Flint for a moment.

"Actually it does." He admitted. He could see that Jeff was already cataloguing restaurants in his head. He was a terrible cook. Flint had told him how last year he had microwaved a cup o' noodles with no water, leading to a lot of smoke and a fire drill. Twice. In one month.

"Well, if you want, I can clear out for tonight or tomorrow. Just let me know." Jeff looked from Nick to Flint gratefully.

"That would be really cool man...Is tomorrow okay?" Flint nodded.

"Okay. I'm going to go see if I can book the Marchester room. Thanks for the help guys." Jeff grabbed his bag and headed towards the doors.

The steady chatter of the dining hall at breakfast rose back up around them all. Flint watched Kurt for a moment, smiling at the way he was teasing Gareth alongside David and Nick for his strange love of Marmite on toast.

"Hey."

Kurt looked up, smiling, and Flint just wanted to lean across the table and kiss him. But he couldn't do that, not here in the dining hall, with all these people. Public affection made him uncomfortable. Not other people doing it, just...it made him feel conspicuous and shy and he generally preferred to hold back when others could see.

So instead he just gave Kurt a particularly cheesy grin.

"What're you doing tomorrow night?"

Kurt put on a thoughtful face for a moment.

"Well...I haven't firmed up my plans. Still waiting to see what offers I get."

"Wanna go out for dinner? A date?"

"I think that might be the winner." Kurt teased. "I'd like that."


A knock sounded on the door and Flint just turned the knob and let it fall open.

"Come on in. I can't find my wallet. I'll just be a minute." Flint moved back to his dresser and threw a uniform shirt out of the way. He pushed some socks into the open drawer below.

"Well hello." Kurt said, intrigued. Flint twisted to see Kurt observing him. He looked down, trying to figure out what was out of place.

"What? Don't approve?" Flint brushed his shirt down self consciously before he met Kurt's eyes again. He had moved closer, and gestured towards Flint's outfit.

"No, I'm impressed. The suspenders and skinny tie are a good look on you." Kurt's hand lingered on one of the suspender clips. "Vintage?"

"Yep. Well, the suspenders. Not the tie. I got that at H&M." He admitted. Flint paused for a moment.

Kurt was wearing a long sweater that went down to his thighs, boots and a pair of skinnies. He'd never really seen a boy pull this kind of look outside of his mom's fashion magazines. He had always known Kurt was slim, but the sweater seemed to highlight the long, lean frame of the other boy. He also knew he was staring. And so he noticed when Kurt suddenly wouldn't meet his eyes.

"Too much? I knew I shouldn't have let out my...this side." Kurt mumbled. His hands pulled the sleeves down nervously. "I'm going to go change."

Flint was jogged to action as Kurt swung around towards the door again.

"Hey! Hey, wait." He grabbed Kurt's arm and stopped him, ducking his head back and forth the catch his eye. "What's going on?"

"I'll just be a minute. I'll put on a button up or something." He tried to move, but Flint stopped him again.

"No. Kurt. You look...great." Flint reached up to rub the other boy's shoulders but Kurt still seemed unconvinced.

"It's a girl's sweater."

Flint frowned. He wasn't sure what he was supposed to do with this information.

"So?"

Kurt looked up at him and he was almost defiant, but Flint caught a glimpse of shakiness in his mouth.

"So, I'm a boy."

Flint couldn't help the burst of laughter he let out.

"Good." He grinned at Kurt. "Otherwise we'd have an issue here."

"That's not funny." Kurt shot back, looking genuinely distressed. Flint scrambled across his mind to try and figure out what was going on here.

"Uh."

So far he wasn't coming up with much.

"Kurt, you gotta help me out here. I'm confused."

"You were staring...at my clothes. And usually I would just blow it off, and say that you obviously don't have the taste to appreciate a great outfit, but..." Kurt was wringing his hands slightly, although he lifted his head up with more pride. "I really like you Flint! I don't want you to be embarrassed because you're hanging out with a guy who's pretty much wearing boots and a sweater dress. Who's dressed like a girl."

"Kurt. You could be wearing a ball gown right now, and the only thing I would be feeling about that is that I would be underdressed."

"What?" Kurt looked at him cautiously. Flint shrugged.

"I mean, your outfit, it's not something I'd ever wear, cause I'd look ridiculous, lets be honest. But its you. And you should wear whatever you like. Plus you've got that whole male model body going for you and the sweater shows it off. I wasn't staring because of anything bad." Flint admitted sheepishly.

"Oh."

"Anyways, as for being in public, we're already gay teens in Ohio. What we're wearing won't be what people will have issues with. But that's not the point." Flint waved off that thought and grabbed Kurt's shoulders again. "It you'd given me a minute, I would have told you that I think you look good tonight. It's a nice colour." He tugged on the open neckline with a grin. "And god, those collarbones." Flint let his eyes roll back a bit and he heard an embarrassed laugh escape Kurt's mouth.

"Laughter! Awesome. Now is the totally unneeded freakout over?" Kurt shrugged.

"Yes. I'm sorry, I just wasn't sure how far I could push my whole wardrobe exploration with you."

"I'll draw the line at anything that will give me an electric shock, or raw meat." Flint said firmly, finally spotting his wallet next to Jeff's bedside table. He grabbed it and took his coat off the door hook.

"Gaga reference pre-dinner. Points to you." Kurt teased, grabbing Flint's hand. " And thank you. For being okay with my style."

"All part of being more than okay with you." Flint nudged Kurt's shoulder. "Let's go."


"Are you trying out for solos for regionals?" Kurt asked, looking up from his plate. Flint shrugged, picking the tomatoes out of his side salad and transferring them to Kurt's dish.

"Nah. Not really interested."

"You cannot be serious! How can you not want a solo?" Kurt looked almost scandalized and it made him laugh.

"I just don't! I like singing, and I'm good enough at it, but I just don't have that drive. Anyways, I don't have the stage presence like you do. I'd be overwhelmed by any song I sung."

"Meaning?" Kurt looked intrigued, leaning a bit closer.

"It's like...it's like clothes. Like we were talking about earlier." Kurt grinned at the vessel the other boy was using for his comparison. "Like...some of the stuff you wear. You wear it. If I tried, it would be wearing me. I just wouldn't be something I could pull off. But I've got my own style. And I've got my own place on the Warblers that I'm happy with."

Kurt frowned a little, but nodded.

"Plus, that way when you get a solo, I can sit back and be proud."

Flint grinned across the table, liking the slightly pleased and a little bashful look on Kurt's face. The other boy's hand reached across the table and grabbed Flint's, fingers itching nervously across his palm.

"You'd be...proud of me?" It was like Kurt found this a foreign concept. Flint tightened his grip on Kurt's jittery fingers.

"Yeah, of course! My boyfriend singing a solo? You'd be lucky that Wes would end me, or I'd pull out a huge glittery Idol style sign in the middle of the performance." Kurt laughed a bit at that, but he still seemed to look a little bewildered.

"Boyfriend..." Flint reached out his other hand to clasp it around theirs.

"Yeah. I mean...If it's not too soon."

"No, of course not. I'd be honoured." Flint smiled softly at this, nervously flicking his hair from in front of his eyes. " I just..."

"Hey." Flint's tone commanded Kurt's eyes to his own. "What's going on?"

"It's just...you'd really be proud of me? Be the guy with the flamboyant boyfriend who sings girl's parts? To be associated like that with me?" Flint felt his stomach drop at the awkward vulnerability flooding across the table.

"C'mere." He leaned forward, lifting one of his hands to cup Kurt's chin and pull him forward for a soft kiss. He sat back again, enjoying the way Kurt pressed his lips together and slowly opened his eyes. "Let me clear this up for you. You are no one's dirty secret Kurt. And certainly never mine."

Their meal was silent for a while, but Flint was enjoying the way Kurt was almost glowing now. Not to mention the way that Kurt's foot was trailing up and down his leg.

"Did you have anything planned for after dinner?" Kurt said casually, nearing the end of his meal.

"Uh." Flint shook his head clear from enjoying the feel of Kurt's touch. "No, nothing specific. You have an idea?"

Oh god. Kurt's eyebrow rose as he ducked his head slightly. He was watching Flint through his eyelashes.

"I was thinking...we could head back to Dalton." Kurt said slowly. Flint felt a bit disappointed.

"Oh. Yeah, of course."

Wait.

Kurt rolled his eyes and his foot climbed higher than it had yet as he tried again.

"Where we could hang out...alone...together?"

Flint frowned for a moment, then felt like a huge idiot.

"Right! Got it. Yes. Yes yes yes, that sounds like a very good plan." Kurt was laughing at him and Flint frowned playfully. "Shut up!"

Kurt just kept laughing, even as he flagged down the waitress to get their bill.


As soon at they got out of the car, Flint was in his full out cuddle whore mode. He couldn't help it. For a long time he'd just wanted to be close to someone, craved that physical contact he didn't have. And now, miracle of miracles, Kurt was willing to let Flint close. Even willing to accept his touches and proximity. And Flint loved it.

He opened the door for Kurt and shut it behind him, before slipping up behind him and hugging him awkwardly as they walked.

"Hello Flint." Kurt sounded bemused, and Flint, having made sure no one was around, nuzzled into the skin behind Kurt's ear. He hummed a tune, something from rehearsals maybe, and Kurt smiled.

"You know it's really hard to walk like this." Flint's arms crossed around Kurt's waist.

"Don't care." Kurt snorted, pulling gently from the warmth of the other boy. But he slipped his arm around Flint's waist and pulled him up even.

"This will just have to do until we're alone." Kurt scolded lightly, actually loving the way Flint was so gentle and yet insistent.

"I love alone." Flint murmured, kissing Kurt's temple, his arm wrapped around his shoulder.

"What's gotten into you?" Kurt smiled, a little embarrassed, but pleased at the attention.

"I'm a teenaged boy, so hormones for one, and I've got an amazing, wonderful, sexy boyfriend who spent dinner rubbing me all kinds of the right way. So blame me. I'm in a good mood."

Kurt's smile was wide at this proclamation as they slipped into the dorm building. He grabbed Flint's hand and pulled him up the stairwell to his floor. Flint couldn't help it. His hands fell to Kurt's hips, following him close behind, all the way down his hall to the door with "K. Hummel" on it.

At the door, Kurt slipped in his key, and in a slick move that almost got Flint feeling a little shaky, unlocked the door and grabbed Flint by the front of his shirt at the same time. With two quick tugs, the door was open and they were inside. Kurt moved quickly to turn on one of the smaller lamps on the other side of the room. Flint trailed him slightly, stopping in the middle of the floor.

The Kurt who turned to him, starting up something that sounded warm and steady on his iPod, looked both scared and a little predatory.

"You set this up before hand." Flint stated, more than asked. Kurt shrugged, stepping that little bit closer.

"I like to be prepared."

Flint could feel his breath already speeding up. He moved to meet Kurt, and then he was going back, towards Kurt's bed.

"Flint, I..." Kurt's hands were floating over his arms and chest, unsure of where to settle. "I've never...done this before."

"I'm pretty novice to. But I am VERY eager to learn." Kurt laughed at this, and Flint took the incentive to run his hands slowly along the other boy's arms.

"Me too." Kurt admitted, his hands clenching in Flint's shirt.

"Well." Flint bit his lip. He didn't want to talk much. He wanted to get as much skin contact with Kurt as he could and as little space between them as he could. He was really lucky that being desperate apparently made him eloquent as well. "Then ground rules...If it feels good do it. If it doesn't, say something. And if it's a split decision, we'll talk about it."

Kurt rolled his eyes a little, but nodded as well, letting his fingers splay out across Flint's shirt. One of Flint's hands covered over his, and Kurt let the other one slid up, into the soft dark strands at the nape of his neck.

He smiled at Flint, a spark lighting behind his eyes suddenly.

"C'mere." Kurt demanded, using Flint's own word against him as he pulled him down to meet his mouth.

Flint exhaled heavily through his nose, his hand scrabbling for a grip anywhere they could find it. His lips pressed and gave beneath Kurt's. Blunt fingernails were trailing over his scalp, raising goosebumps all along his neck.

"Kurt." He let out the name in a breathy way that just felt right.

Without realizing they had been moving, the side of the bed hit the back of Flint's legs and he reached back with one arm to ease his and Kurt's way down. They climbed on top of the blankets clumsily, Kurt accidentally kneeing Flint in the thigh. But as they settled, Flint lay alongside the other boy. His hand was rubbing smoothly along the bottom of Kurt's ribcage, and his lips had found his neck.

He couldn't believe that someone else would allow him access to their body like this. Let alone someone like Kurt.

"You are so..." Flint didn't know how to finish his sentence. He just sighed, loving the shiver his exhalation caused across Kurt's skin.

"You are so sexy it hurts." Kurt almost whined, biting hip lip and looking at Flint with deep blown pupils.

No one had ever told him he was sexy before, and it did all kinds of things for Flint. He had been told he was cute, hot, handsome...but never sexy. And from Kurt's mouth...

He shifted more of his weight against Kurt's side and pressed his lips against the other boy's mouth. He let his kisses be more open, hoping Kurt would understand, and was delighted when Kurt dragged his lower lip against his own teeth lightly. They both moaned a little as Kurt soothed Flint's lip, sucking it gently, and Flint took the opportunity to slip his own tongue against the tip of Kurt's.

The open kisses got deeper and more frenetic, and both their hands were stroking shoulders and necks and arms. Kurt pulled back panting and looked down at his own hands, one slipped into the neckline of Flint's shirt and the other clasping it tightly along his side.

"Can I...can we..." Kurt tugged a little at the cotton as Flint scanned his face, trying to recover the ability to understand language.

"Off?" He tried, and Kurt nodded, his cheeks flushing even redder than they already were.

"Just shirts. I really want..." He fiddled with the fabric a bit more, pulling it away from Flint's stomach.

"Skin, yeah..." Flint said with unusual focus, slipping his suspenders from his shoulders while Kurt undid his tie. He reached for the hem of his shirt. It was up and off in a moment. Kurt was laughing a little.

"You look...Here." His hands reached out to smooth down Flint's ruffled hair, and ended up trailing reverently down his neck and chest. "That's better."

Flint nodded, trying not to freak out at the smooth hands on his chest.

"Can I-" He frowned a little and his fingers trailed from Kurt's waist to the bottom of the sweater along his hip.

Kurt just looked at him and carefully raised his arms from Flint's chest into the air. Flint couldn't help it. He didn't even grab the sweater and pull it off. He slipped a hand under the edge of the fabric on each side and slowly pushed it up. His hands ran over Kurt's hips, transitioning from rough denim to hot skin. He heard Kurt's heavier breath catch and he looked up to see him watching the progress. Flint's hands pushed further, over his ribs, which made Kurt squirm slightly, over his chest and up his arms. It finally pulled over his head and Flint laid it aside, next them on the bed.

He shifted, lying alongside Kurt so that neither of them had dominance yet. Kurt's finger reached out tentatively, tracing down the midline of his chest. A flutter of contractions ran through his stomach muscles and Kurt seemed to smile at the movement. Flint shifted closer, wrapping his whole hand over the curve of Kurt's waist. He let his fingers stretch back and forth. Kurt ducked his head and kissed Flint's neck, working his way slowly up to his jaw line, pausing at his mouth. Flint's fingertips pressed softly and he caught Kurt's mouth with his lips. He let the kisses be invitingly open and Kurt was quick to respond.

"You've..." Flint kinda wanted to say something, and kinda wanted himself to just shut up and enjoy this at the same time. "Got a hell of a natural talent." He ground out, when Kurt took a moment to kiss the joint of his neck and jaw.

"I've got a really good muse." He murmured, and Flint could feel his lips move across his own skin.

This was awesome.

He chanced pressing a soft kiss along the angular line of Kurt's collarbones that he had been noticing all night. He got a heavy sigh from Kurt in return, eventually growing into a quiet groan as Flint kissed closed and closer to his neck.

Holy shit. This was pretty much the hottest this he'd ever seen in person.

"Kurt. You gotta stop making those noises." He pleaded, rubbing his hand up and down the boy's side.

"No one will hear us Flint." Kurt insisted, wrapping one arm around Flint's neck and pulling him down for a kiss. It was his turn to moan a little, as Kurt's tongue did something...awesome...against his own.

"You are killing my willpower here sweetheart." Flint eventually forced out, dropping his forehead against Kurt's shoulder. "One of us has to have some."

"Oh. Yeah. That probably isn't going to be something I'll be good at." Kurt said, shaking his head slightly as though to clear it, his hands still pressing encouraging tension against Flint's shoulders. Flint chuckled, his breath warm against the other boy.

"Yeah."

"Okay. Well." Kurt was flushed bright red, and began casting around for Flint's shirt. "You should probably go. Not that I'm kicking you out. But if we're going to keep taking this slow..."Kurt breathed out heavily. "We should say goodnight."

Flint pushed up, sitting on the bed with his knees up for a moment. He let himself take a few deep breathes, closing his eyes to give Kurt a few minutes to...gather himself...as well. He felt his shirt land over his head and he grabbed it, pulling on the sleeves and fastening the buttons as Kurt hung back against the wall by his door.

Considerably calmer, Flint stood, draping his tie around his neck and pulling up his suspenders.

"I had an amazing time." He said sincerely and Kurt grinned. He pushed off from the wall and opened the door, standing against it.

"Me too." They paused, meeting in the hanging space between them for a kiss before Flint started to back away.

"Night." Kurt just smiled back before retreating into his room. He scrabbled for his phone immediately, sending a text to Mercedes, before realizing that he was standing shirtless in the middle of his room. His face flushed hot, but happy.

Kurt stripped down for a shower, grabbing a towel on the way into the bathroom. In his dresser mirror he caught a glimpse of the stupid smile on his slightly reddened mouth.

Sweetheart.