A/N- Not much to report...enjoy the boys! We're leading up to March Break, and some new developments.
Jeff and Flint were playing half-court ball in the gym against Adam and Simon, burning off the stress of mid-term testing. They were only a few days into what was a two week trial by fire, but the majority of students were already a little stir crazy from studying.
"So man, after your date with Allie last week?" Adam inquired, guarding Jeff as he touched the centre line and watched for Flint to break away from Simon's coverage.
"What about it?" Jeff deeked left and dodged around Adam the other way, dribbling up the court. He stopped to pivot and throw Flint a chest pass as he ran open.
"Did she reward you for "defending her honour" in a fight?" Flint snorted, taking a shot that rattled around the rim before it fell into Adam's reach on the rebound. Flint ran after him as he went to check at the half. Simon laughed, jogging behind them and jostling the other boy.
"I guess that's a no then."
Jeff rolled his eyes.
"She wasn't exactly in the mood for me to be putting the moves on her, no." Jeff admitted. "Apparently a hemorrhaged eye isn't the turn on action movies have always told me they were."
"Oh god, what else could they be lying about." Adam returned sarcastically.
"But she wasn't mad either, so I'm chalking it up as a victory." Jeff said, trying to cover Adam's bounce pass to Simon, and failing.
"We just had dinner, and watched an episode of Criminal Minds in the room and then I took her back to E.V., like Nick said."
"They're just so sweet together!" Flint teased, as Jeff jumped, trying and failing to block Adam's shot.
"Don't get me started on you." Jeff warned, pointing over at his best friend. "You and Kurt should come with a diabetic warning. I swear on dates you two must like, skip through forests of cotton candy or something."
Flint snorted with laughter, checking the ball to Jeff.
"Hey, I'll have you know Kurt and I have a very healthy developing relationship." Flint said, not actually able to keep his face straight as he said it.
"Meaning?" Simon asked, reaching out to try and steal the ball from Jeff.
"They're taking it slow." Jeff teased, but his smile towards Flint was genuine.
"Seriously? Two guys, you'd think hormones alone would have you two all over each other." Simon called over his shoulder, waving his hands to distract Jeff. Flint bounced the ball off his back and grabbed it, rushing the net and making a lay-up.
"Well I think we just figured out why Simon's single." He returned, throwing him the ball. Simon faked a punch towards him as Flint jogged by.
"Don't taunt my desperate situation Wills. Its unkind. Like poking lepers."
"I don't feel bad for self-imposed conditions." Flint shot back, dribbling the ball steadily as he glanced down at his watch. "Ugh. Four o'clock guys. Gym time's up at four fifteen."
Flint passed the ball to Jeff and jogged over to the bench against the wall to grab his hoodie.
"Eh, good game man." Simon slapped his back as he came up beside him, grabbing a water bottle. Flint smiled, returning the friendly punch.
"You too. We should switch it up and gang up on these guys some time, just to keep them in check."
Simon nodded, taking a sip of water. He glanced over his shoulder and got a weird sort of smile on his face.
"Sounds good. And Flint, I just...you and Kurt, its kind of cool man." Flint gave him a questioning look. Simon just shrugged.
"Just saying. I was always on your side over Blaine's anyways." He slapped his hand lightly against Flint's chest, pushing him to turn around. Flint was wondering why for a moment, but it didn't take long. He broke out in a lazy smile.
"Hey!" Flint moved towards his boyfriend, who was dressed in his street clothes and striding across the gym.
"Hi!" Kurt stepped up to greet Flint but almost immediately pulled back. "And ew."
Flint looked down, noting that the neck of his shirt was a bit damp from running around the half-court.
"Aw, come on! It's just a little sweat! I've been in the gym for an hour, it happens. C'mere." A glint started up in Flint's eyes and he started advancing forwards towards Kurt, his arms open wide.
"Flint." Kurt's voice was warning and apprehensive at once. "I'm wearing dry clean only cashmere."
Flint just kept moving closer, as Jeff vacated to put the ball away with a grin. Kurt started to retreat backwards, only to yell out when the other boy darted towards him.
He bolted away, trying to stop Flint's arms from closing around him.
"Flint! Flint! This isn't funny!" He was clearly contradicted by the chorus of laughter from the other boys and Flint's taunt of "yes it is!"
Kurt turned out to be faster than Flint expected and he actually had to pick up his pace to try an catch him, especially considering his breath was mostly caught up in laughing helplessly.
"Oh come on! You sweat too!" Flint shouted out, grinning widely as Kurt tried to dodge away from behind the ball rack.
"I do not! I gently perspire CKOne!" Kurt returned waspishly, trying to find refuge behind Simon and Adam without much luck.
"Liar! Now come give me a hug!" Flint was almost ready to fall over with laughter when with one final dodge he found himself directly in front of Kurt and unable to move any closer.
"Stop!" The ringing shout was enough to stop most of the action in the room. From what could be seen, Flint himself looked amused, but it was hard to tell with Kurt's hand planted on his face, keeping him at literal arm's length. "Thank you. Now, go take a shower. I just came to tell you that I'm going to coffee with Blaine, so I'll see you at dinner."
He and Blaine had mutually decided to start up their coffee dates- platonic of course- again, and were giving it a test run today. They had only decided this half an hour ago though, and Kurt felt he owed it to Flint, who might still be a little sensitive about their history, to give him the heads up.
Flint pretended to slump in disappointment.
"Fine. You're so lame." He teased. Kurt just smiled smugly, poking Flint's nose, and turned to meet back up with Blaine at the entranceway.
Blaine was smiling in the doorway. He couldn't help but be a little bit sad. He didn't want Kurt. He could. It would be very possible, if he thought about it, that he would find himself quickly enamoured with his friend. But Blaine was just that. His friend. And he intended to be the best one he could manage. If he and Kurt were ever going to be something, it would happen, sometime. But he certainly wasn't going to go around causing drama. They'd both had more than enough of that in the past few years.
But that didn't mean he wasn't just a little bit jealous. If not of Flint, then certainly of Kurt's apparently happy boyfriendhood.
"Ready?" Kurt smiled at him, in almost the same way he had for months. And that still made Blaine happy. So that was good enough for now.
"Of course. Let's go." He linked elbows with Kurt and they moved towards the exit door. "You know, Kurt..."
Kurt looked up at him, eyes full of curiosity.
"You and Flint...You're really good together." Kurt cocked his head to the side, chewing on his lip a little.
"You really think so?" Blaine smiled ahead at the shafts of sunlight coming in the hallway windows. He let himself take a little sidelong glance at Kurt.
"I do. You're cute together."
Kurt didn't say anything for a moment, and when he did, it was in a quiet confidential tone.
"Thank you. That... It means a lot from you." Blaine just tugged his arm tight against Kurt's as they hurried out the door and towards the parking lot. "Now come on. We have an hour for coffee and a whole issue of Vogue Italia to oogle."
Once they had driven into Westerville common, they parked Blaine's sedan and started towards the coffee shop they frequented when they didn't have a lot of time to spare.
They walked along the sidewalk Westerville's downtown area, but Kurt was a little preoccupied with a question he'd had on his mind for a while now. After a few minutes of glancing furtively at Blaine he just spat it out.
"So, how are things with Jeremiah?"
Kurt suddenly and unexpectedly was made to laugh, as Blaine had just looked at him and given a bit of an awkward flail with his hands.
"Ugh. Imploded. I really don't want to even think about it, let alone talk about it."
"That sucks." Kurt sympathized, screwing up his face slightly. Blaine just gave him a half-hearted shrug.
"It's totally my fault. I have no idea what I'm doing when it comes to guys, Kurt. I'm hopeless." Blaine flopped down onto a nearby bench and Kurt sat beside him with a slight smile.
"Join the club."
"Says the boy with the amazing boyfriend." Blaine grumped, crossing his arms.
"No. Says the boy with two straight boy crushes, one gay ogre kiss and an unrequited fascination." Kurt corrected, pulling Blaine back up and quickly glossing over the last one. "Believe me. Once you've had a mad infatuation with someone who ends up being your step brother, the who Gap thing looks like peanuts. At least you can go to a different mall. I had to share a house."
Sure Kurt bitched a bit fiercely, but he had the sparkle in his eye that told Blaine he was teasing him.
"Fine, fine." Blaine held up his hands. "You suck more at romance than I do. You win."
Kurt smiled back.
"I wouldn't go that far. Now come on. We're here."
Kurt opened the door to the coffee shop and followed Blaine inside its familiar din.
At dinner, Flint and Kurt were sat at the end of the table, gaining them at least some privacy on one side.
"Coffee go alright?" Flint asked quietly as they first settled into their seats. Kurt nodded.
"We still have a lot of things in common, Flint. He's...kinda my best friend around here, and I don't want to lose that." Flint had seemed to take this in stride, nodding and just noshing down on a few fries. He didn't bring it up again during the meal.
"So you and Jeff have your bromance night tonight?" Kurt inquired after a few moments.
"Yes. We are having a Fallout competition for the ages." Flint replied, holding out for a fistbump with Jeff, despite this meaning their hands met right in David's face as he sat between them. "Any plans as to what you're getting up to?"
Kurt sighed.
"I'm up to my neck in studying, but I think I'm going to be using my break time to skype Mercedes at home."
"Cool." Flint responded. "Make sure not to jam too much into your head. They're only March midterms."
Kurt rolled his eyes.
"Whatever 3.8 GPA, some of us have to try to do well." Kurt teased, making Flint's ears go red. He'd be lying if he said he didn't enjoy being able to cause that reaction in Flint. Plus it looked cute on the tall handsome boy.
"Shut up." Flint groaned at himself for his lame response, but it was really all he could muster right now. It was nice to have someone at Dalton to be proud of him. Even if it did come in the form of Kurt's scathing sarcasm. He actually kinda liked it that way.
"Okay, so what's been going on with you boy! You can't send a girl a text saying, and I quote "OMG Called me sweetheart" and then leave her hanging all weekend!" Mercedes was scolding Kurt for being AWOL for the past few days, mostly because he'd been studying this brains out for midterms, which apparently wasn't a good enough excuse.
"I was busy!"
"Getting busy you mean?" Kurt tried to put on a solid bitch face, but the effect was pretty much destroyed by the smile and pink cheeks look he was rocking. Mercedes laughed brightly at the image it made over the webcam.
"You going to be sexting in class now?" Mercedes teased. Kurt rolled his eyes.
"Oh yeah. I can see it. 'What are you wearing?' followed by the so steamy 'Dalton uniform'." He could see the snort of laughter Mercedes tried very unsuccessfully to hold back.
"Okay fine, white boy. But you gotta tell me something here. I barely know anything about your guy."
"He's not-" Kurt started to protest instinctively, but he suddenly stopped with a warm flush throughout his chest. Really though...Flint was his actually. He had said that Kurt was his boyfriend, and so logically...that meant the Flint was his boyfriend. He had a boyfriend. He knew Mercedes would tease him mercilessly at the slow soft smile that was spreading across his face, so he decided to distract her as quickly as he could.
"Well. He's tall, And actually pretty hilarious, although not always on purpose. Um, he's into retro style, and kind of athletic, but not on any teams or anything. We've been on two big official dates, and like, four or five kinda datey hangouts and coffee and stuff, and we study together."
"Have you kissed yet?" Mercedes pressed, wanting in on the real down low.
"I don't kiss and tell." Kurt shot back, lifting his chin loftily. Mercedes quickly knocked him back down.
"Bull! But that does mean you have kissed then?" Mercedes leaned in closer, her voice softening. If they had been in the same room she would have had Kurt's head in her legs, fiddling with his bangs, trying different parts and sweeps.
"I'm not dead. I've shown you a picture haven't I!" Kurt blurted out, looking a bit sheepish at Mercedes' giggles.
"He is a tall drink of water, I'll give you that. Great eyes. And lips."
"First, no scamming on my man," Kurt said saucily, before letting the attitude fall in time with his own collapse against his pillows. "And secondly...not great. Amazing!"
"And knows how to use them?"
"I'm not dignifying that." Kurt said loftily, grabbing a nail file to clean up a chip he'd gotten earlier.
"Has he had a boyfriend before?"
Kurt wore off the sharp edge carefully.
"No. I mean, we aren't each other's first kiss or anything, but neither of us really knows what we're doing either."
"Aw. I'm sure that you two will figure it out. Just be patient with each other. Unless he treats you bad. Then call me and I'll straighten him out good." Kurt let laughter bubble out of him.
"I think I'll be okay Cedes." He looked carefully at the so familiar face in the screen. Kurt's mouth tightened up a little. "I miss you, you know that?"
Mercedes' eyes soften and she pressed a kiss from her fingertips to the camera.
"I miss you too."
"Can we have a sleepover soon?" Kurt pushed. "I need some time with girls. Don't get me wrong. I love boys, in multiple ways. But every diva needs some time to dish with the ladies once in a while."
"I'd like that. Pick a date, and we'll work something out. Now." Mercedes crossed her arms and looked firm. "You get your sleep so you can survive at your big super smart school. I'll talk to you soon."
Kurt rolled his eyes.
"Yes mother."
"Night sugar." Mercedes' expression had fondness and affection written all over it and she held out a hand, wiggling her fingers.
"Good night love." Kurt held out his own fingers for their digital connection, ending in a tiny wave as he signed off.
Maybe he should go to bed. He was tired after all. His next test wasn't for another day and his review work for tomorrow was done, and it wasn't too early.
Kurt pushed away fro his desk and shuffled into the bathroom. He followed his evening routine on auto, and then crawled into bed, his eyes dropping heavily.
His clock said 12:30 when Kurt woke, searching for the source of glowing light near his side table.
His phone was lit with a text and he drowsily slid it open.
"Didn't want to knock and get you up if you were in bed. Just saying good night SH."
Kurt frowned over what SH was for a minute, until it struck him. Sweetheart. He tapped out a quick response and sent it off before he could second guess it, tucking his phone into his bedside drawer.
Flint tugged on his PJ bottoms, letting himself fall back onto the bed. His phone buzzed along the sheets and fell into the valley his weight created on the mattress. The message was short, but very welcome.
"Night babe."
Flint smiled, tucking his phone on top of the laundry basket next to the bed, and pulling up his covers. He'd never say it out loud, but to be honest his heart might have flopped a little at Kurt's endearment. It felt kind of awesome.
