A/N- New Chapter! And its kind of a beast for length.
The end of midterms was also the mark for the beginning of spring break at Dalton, and those who weren't leaving early were gathering supplies to celebrate. Jeff had gone to pick up his girlfriend and grab takeout at a Japanese restaurant for Kurt and Flint as well.
Several of the Warblers were going to be gone, but most of them were buzzing Westerville to get food or beg a liquor run off cousins or older siblings. Kurt and Flint were sitting in Flint and Jeff's room making up a playlist on Flint's iPod.
"All party tracks or should we add some more mellow stuff?" Flint looked through his extensive music library with a frown.
"Well, I'm partial to-"
"If you say broadway, I'm going to tape you to this chair and make you listen to Zeppelin." Flint teased, but Kurt just rolled his eyes from the edge of the bed and moved to look at the library on the screen.
"If you'd let me finish, I was going to say a 30-70 mix mellow and party." Flint looked over his shoulder and stuck his lip out slightly, begging almost insincerely for Kurt's forgiveness.
"Stop being so obnoxious." Kurt returned fondly. "Why don't you just merge and scramble your Warblers, psych up and chill lists." Kurt pointed to three of the already made playlists.
"Actually, that would be a really good mix." Flint said, dragging the lists to his iPod and leaning back, letting them load and update.
"So what are your plans for next week?" Kurt asked, leaning against Flint's shoulders.
"Parents surprised us with a trip up North. Vanessa was actually able to come this week, even though she has classes that she'll miss, but she's ridiculously smart, so it really won't matter. We're going up to Alberta for skiing and snowboarding and stuff." Flint replied, scrunching his eyes shut and kissing Kurt's cheek quickly, before turning back to the screen with a grin.
Kurt screwed up his own face teasingly, before he let his face fall into a bit of a downwards slide.
"You didn't tell me you were going to be away."
"My parents told us on the weekend, and you wouldn't talk to me." Flint reminded him. "And then I kinda...forgot. But I'll only be gone for like, five days or something. We're flying out tomorrow evening, and then we come back next Friday, so we can book off next weekend for hanging out."
"Fine." Kurt rolled his eyes, but let his arms hang down around Flint's chest. His index finger stretched out, tracing the letters on the tshirt underneath.
"Are you really going to wear that all night?" Kurt asked, but Flint could hear the smile in his tone.
"Yep. I like it."
"Fine." Kurt conceded. Both his hands relaxed carefully, spread out across Flint's chest, rubbing gently. "But when you take it off tonight, I'm confiscating it. I don't trust you to have it lying around."
"What! But it's my shirt." Flint frowned, looking down, feeling his chest hitch at the way the other boy's hands were trailing over him.
"We'll have to figure out some kind of trade then." Kurt murmured, laying his hands flat on Flint's shoulders and leaning closer to press a soft, warm kiss to his rough cheek. "I have to go pack my stuff up. I'll be back in maybe forty minutes, but give me a call if Jeff comes back early with dinner." Kurt started to walk backwards towards the door, adding a little bit of sass to his expression.
"Tease!" Flint called at him as Kurt just raised an eyebrow and slipped out the door.
When he turned back, he could see a bit of his reflexion in his screen, especially the stupidly wide grin he had.
Jeff jumped out of the car and jogged up the stairs at the main hall of Everett Vauxhall.
"Jeff!" Inside the door, he turned just in time to be hit by an armful of girl. He grabbed her around the waist and lifted so that her toes just barely touched.
"Hi! Jazzed for spring break?" He grinned at the girl as she landed back on the ground and stepped back a bit.
"So excited! You have no idea!" Jeff laughed at the enthusiasm and tugged Danielle against his side by the shoulders.
"So Danny, any chance you've seen my girlfriend?" She nodded and started to pull him towards the bench seating that lined the foyer.
"Allie? Yeah, I think she's upstairs in the senior commons or something. I was up there cause I'm friends with some of the juniors from the field hockey team, and the junior commons is right next to it." Jeff just shook his head at Danielle's less than subtle pride at this. "She was just saying bye to some girls who are leaving tonight. Is she going to stay over at Dalton tonight?"
Jeff shook his head, sitting down and Danielle joining him.
"You know the rules. No sleepovers at school."
"It's not fair though." Jeff just raised an eyebrow, and Danielle seemed to look disappointed at him. "Well think of Flint or something. He could have a boy over and no one would say anything. And Charlotte, she lives down the hall from me. She's a junior. And she had her girlfriend over a month ago and totally got away with it." Danielle crossed her arms. "See what I mean?"
"I...guess." Jeff wasn't sure how he felt about having this conversation with his best friend's little sister.
"Which reminds me! Do you have a picture of the boy Flint is seeing? He said they just went on a date, but that was like, forever ago, and he won't tell me anything."
Jeff thought about it for a minute, but after Flint's shirt today, he felt that unleashing a little bit of Danielle's nosiness wasn't too bad for karma.
"Well...fine. One picture. But don't tell him I showed you this, yeah?"
Danielle nodded eagerly as Jeff shifted and pulled out his phone, flicking through to a picture of Blaine, Nick and Kurt making faces on the bus to sectionals.
"Here. He's the one on the left, with the brown hair." Danielle drew her eyebrows together in focus over the screen.
"Awwww. He's super cute!" Jeff snorted a little, imagining the incredibly indignant look on Kurt's face if he had heard that.
"Who are we talking about?" Jeff looked up and his wide smile softened noticeably. He stood up, straightening his sweater.
"Hi." He held out a hand to the tall, beautiful girl who had appeared through one of the entrance doors. She took it, squeezing warmly and leaning in to press a gentle kiss to Jeff's lips.
"Hello." She smiled at him and moved over towards Danielle.
"Who are you two talking about? New boyfriend Dan?" Danielle smiled. She liked Jeff's girlfriend Allie. She was really nice, and unfairly gorgeous.
"Yes, but not for me. It's Flint's." Allie shot a quick look at Jeff, who just shrugged slightly.
"Of course. Well, I hate to steal him away, but we should get going Jeff." Jeff took his phone back from Danielle's outstretched hand and checked the time.
"Yeah, I'm getting hungry anyways. Well, have a good break Danny." He took the hug the girl offered willingly.
"Tell Flint I'll see him tomorrow."
"Will do." Jeff promised and Danielle disappeared quickly in whatever direction she had been headed when she had first collided with him.
Jeff held the main door for Allie, unlocking the car on the way down the stairs. The drive out of EV's grounds was quiet until they had made it a few miles down the road towards Dalton.
"So Flint has a boyfriend now?"
"I told you that, didn't I?" Allie shook her head.
"Last I heard he just had a crush...on um...Kurt? You said they went on a couple dates, but..."
"Yeah. That's actually the boyfriend now. They're pretty good together." Allie reached out, gently stroking the side of Jeff's cheek.
"Good. By the way, did I mention that I'm staying with Julia for Spring Break? But she's going to Columbus for the night with her boyfriend."
"Oh, so she'll pick you up at Vaux tomorrow?" Jeff glanced sideways and was surprised to see Allie staring down at her lap, her hands twisting together slightly.
"No...I...I gave her my luggage already. And signed out at school."
"Oh..." Jeff felt his mouth going dry. She wasn't trying to say...
"And...I asked her if it was okay to pick me up at Dalton. Tomorrow morning."
"Oh." Jeff bit his lip in anticipation. "You're going to..."
"If you want to." Allie said quietly, glancing over at Jeff to gage his reaction. "I mean, you know that I can't..."
Jeff nodded quickly.
"Yeah, yeah. No, of course. We've talked about this. We can just...enjoy each other's company." Jeff had never been so glad to drive an automatic. He reached out his hand and grabbed one of Allie's, clasping it warmly in his own. She picked it up to her mouth and pressed a quick kiss to his knuckles.
"I love you Jeff." It was far from the first time she or Jeff had said this to the other, but Jeff was still kind of amazed every time.
"I love you too."
He had to talk to Flint about getting the room to himself tonight.
"So," Kurt had finished packing but Jeff wasn't here yet, so he and Flint were lounged out on his bed, watching an episode of Project Runway. It had proven a suitable common point for casual television viewing for both of them. "What's Jeff's girlfriend like? I haven't heard much about her other than that she's a dancer."
Flint twisted slightly so that he could get an eye on Kurt and the screen at the same time.
"Well, she goes to Everett Vauxhall."
"It's the sister school right?"
"Yeah, Vanessa went there and Danielle just started at the upper school. I guess Allie's uncle was in Ohio for business, so her cousin went there, and she wants to go to an American university eventually, so she asked to come here too. Her dad sent her here...three years ago maybe?"
Kurt rolled onto his side, intrigued.
"Where is she from?"
"Namibia, actually."
"For serious?" Flint grinned at the disbelieving expression on Kurt's face.
"For serious. She went to school in the UK for a while though, before she came here. And she and Jeff met at dance actually, not through the school, and they've been going out for like, a year or more."
"Is she nice?"
"Actually yeah, she's super down to earth and stuff. But she's got a bit of diva if the situation calls, as you'd say. I think you'll like her." Kurt brought an arm up to rest his head on, unconsciously shifting his body a little closer to Flint.
"I hope so." It might not be true for most guys at Dalton, but Kurt definitely had plenty of experience with dramatic girls in his life so far. She couldn't be that bad compared to what he'd already seen.
"I've brought deliciousness." Jeff called, pushing open the door and holding up the bags full of take-out containers. Flint and Kurt shuffled to sit up straight on the edge of the bed.
"Didn't interrupt anything did I?" Kurt rolled his eyes as he stood up and brushed the wrinkles out of his clothes.
"Hey Flint!" A beautiful girl with a clear dark complexion followed in behind Jeff, holding a bag of drinks against her hip. "What's with the shirt?"
"Fight residue." Flint grinned, standing up next to Kurt and resting a hand gently on his back. Kurt held out his hand.
"Hi. As neither of these two boys seem to have any manners, I'll introduce myself. I'm Kurt." Allie shook his hand firmly and smiled.
"Allie. It's nice to meet you."
"I'm hungry." Flint announced and Kurt just shot him a look.
"You have all the subtlety of my brother today, you know that?"
"Hey, you're hungry too. You were mumbling about it ten minutes ago, come on." Flint flopped down on to the floor of the dorm. He crossed his legs and reached out to Jeff, who passed him one of the bags.
"Fine." Kurt sat down with a bit more grace, but eagerly helped Flint unpack the bag. Jeff and Allie joined them, opening up the other bag and passing out drinks.
"Um...I've got...dragon roll and gyoza here?" Jeff read off the scrawl on the containers.
"I've got dragon, Flint's got gyoza." Kurt placed them in between Flint and himself, handing out the chopsticks from the bottom of the bag.
"Seaweed salad for me, soup for you..." Kurt frowned, trying to decipher the marks. "Um...possibly dynamite roll, but could also say dinosaur ball."
"I'll take that one. Either way." Allie offered, smiling at Kurt.
"Brave soul. Here." He passed it over.
"Awesome." Flint popped open one of his containers and dug in quickly. "I love gyoza!"
"Does anyone want dessert?" Jeff announced as they packed up the wreckage of the meal. "I have popsicles in the kitchen freezer." He passed Allie a significant look as he stuffed a couple of lids into the bag. She nodded almost imperceptibly, and stood.
"Come on Kurt. We'll go find them. These two aren't exactly at their most attractive while trying to digest their own weight in sushi."
"Hey!" Jeff protested, rubbing his stomach. "We're growing boys."
"Sure, whatever luv." Allie just took Kurt's arm and lead him away.
The moment the door shut behind them, Jeff grabbed Flint's arm, looking deadly serious.
"Whoa, man, what's wrong?" He tried to pull back, but Jeff wouldn't loosen his grip.
"Can you stay at Kurt's tonight? Please?" Flint frowned.
"Um, I don't know, I mean...maybe? I'd have to ask him."
Jeff's eyes were pleading with him.
"Allie's signed out from Vaux, and her friend is picking her up from here. Tomorrow morning. Please, Flint, I'm calling in the best friend card. I really need the room to myself tonight."
Flint sighed, rubbing the back of his neck slightly.
"I mean...Yeah. Okay." Jeff grinned stupidly, which just pushed Flint even further into acquiescence. "Look, even if I have to sleep on a couch in the commons, I'll make sure you guys get some alone time."
"Best roommate ever." Jeff declared, slapping Flint on the back. His face twisted into a smile though.
"Although, I have to say... I really don't think Kurt's gonna say no to having you in his bed."
Flint's ears lit up and a flush flowed down to his cheeks.
"Jeff. We aren't...there...yet. We aren't even close to there."
Jeff shrugged.
"So? That boy is crazy about you Flint. Don't try and deny it. And you're just as bad."
"That's not the point." Flint mumbled, jamming his hands into his pockets with a sigh.
The four of them arrived at the common room, where some of the other boys, and few girlfriends, were already gathered.
"Hey Allie!" Nick's girlfriend Teegan waved at her from the seats by the fireplace, and she and Jeff weaved through the room to sit with them. Kurt settled down in one of the arm chairs, next to the couch where Blaine, Wes and Adam were playing Guitar Hero. Flint slid down to the ground in front of it.
"Hey guys!" Simon was sitting in the opposite arm chair, reaching over the side to shake a soda bottle that clearly did not hold any of its original contents. "Can I pour you guys a patented Elliston cocktail?"
Kurt glanced from him to Wes cautiously.
"Wes, aren't you a prefect." Wes kept his eyes on the screen, flicking through song choices on the screen with one hand and taking a sip from a suspicious coffee mug with the other.
"Tonight, Kurt, I see nothing, I hear nothing, I taste nothing."
Simon poured out a mugful and held it out. Flint bit his lip.
"Do you mind?" He looked up at Kurt who shrugged.
"I have bad history, but go ahead." Flint took the mug with a smile, and took a sip.
"Jeezus Simon. What the hell did you put in this?" He winced at the taste, but took another experimental sip.
"Um. What I could find in my parents' cabinet? And fruit punch."
Blaine laughed.
"It grows on you." He cheersed with Flint. Kurt couldn't help but smile. It was really comforting that he could be in the same room with the two of them without it being awkward.
"Or you lose all sense of feeling." Adam offered, sipping some of the bright red liquid through a swirly straw.
"That too." Blaine admitted. "You want a turn Kurt?" Blaine offered up the plastic guitar and Kurt grinned.
"Yes please. Now, Adam, are you ready to be schooled in the art of the Guitar Hero? I've had way too much practice against my step brother, just so you know."
"Bring it on Hummel." Adam returned, although he looked less than threatening with a neon plastic straw sticking out of the corner of his mouth.
Many songs later, Kurt excused himself for a minute and Flint had wandered over to the group by the fireplace, grinning at Jeff and Gareth, who offered him a green drink to switch up from what had been declared the "Blinding Elliston." Flint waved it off, sitting down next to Jeff.
"Nah, I um...I haven't mentioned to Kurt about staying in his room yet, and I probably shouldn't be hammered for it." Flint murmured to him.
Across the room, Kurt came back from the washroom and found Blaine sitting in the deep window sill. He wander over, catching his friend's eye.
"Can I?" Blaine looked up at Kurt and nodded.
Kurt lifted himself onto the sill, sliding into the window seat.
"You okay?" Blaine's chin was resting on his knees, so Kurt already knew that the answer was probably negative. The other boy just shrugged.
"Yeah, I think I'm just being a bit of a sad drunk." Kurt shifted a bit closer, his hand on Blaine's knee for just a moment. mindful of their agreement.
"What's wrong?"
Blaine glanced up at Kurt without moving.
"Is it really pathetic if I admit that I'm lonely?"
"No." Kurt replied softly.
"I just wish...I wish I hadn't been so clueless about you." Blaine grabbed his hand suddenly as Kurt moved to pull away. "Kurt, wait. I didn't mean it...I just mean, I wish I'd notice when someone actually cares about me. I know any chance of us is not even...in the same country as us right now. And you're happy, and I do care about that as your friend. I just regret letting something like that go without noticing the opportunity."
Kurt relaxed, and Blaine's fingers slipped from his wrist, returning to wrap around his legs.
"I'm just really bad at relationships and stuff. And you and Flint...I guess I kinda want something like that."
"Blaine..." Kurt said softly.
"And Jeremiah and I...that whole thing kinda went to hell. If there was anything there to begin with." Blaine shook his head.
"You should go hang out with everyone. I'm just being a bit of a downer today."
"Blaine. You're great. You could have anyone you wanted. You just need to relax a bit. " Kurt tried to smile encouragingly, but Blaine just wasn't having it.
"You know...I didn't tell you everything about Jere." Kurt tipped his head to the side, watching Blaine pick at the hem of his shirt.
"What do you mean?
"I didn't tell you what he said...Outside of the mall." Blaine glanced up at Kurt's eyes for a moment.
"No. I mean...I assumed that the whole thing went well, at least then." Blaine shook his head.
"He said that we'd only gotten coffee a few times, that we weren't really serious, and we couldn't be, because he's nineteen, but..." Blaine laughed a little, taking a sip from the cup Kurt hadn't seen concealed between him and the window. "But he's such a liar."
"In what way?"
"He didn't mean it. Not like how he said. He really meant he just didn't want to be my boyfriend." Blaine voice broke a little when he said it. Kurt had never heard it do that before. Blaine's voice was always, always strong and sure.
"I'm sorry, Blaine, I don't understand." Kurt's brow was drawn together, trying to decipher what Blaine meant by that. When he spoke again, Blaine seemed to tuck in on himself a little more.
"He was okay with messing around but he didn't want to really spend time with me. I mean, yeah, we'd only gone out to coffee a couple times, but we also hooked up at his place before or after, or sometimes we'd just go straight over."
"Blaine." Kurt didn't know what to say. After all, Blaine had never really told him how far he'd gone with anyone.
"And I know I shouldn't have been so stupid...but it was fun, and I thought that he liked me, that when we were both less busy we'd go out on some real dates."
Blaine laughed, but there wasn't much actual humour in the tone.
"I'm just...I'm bad at this, and I'm stupid. And I just feel...so...ridiculous that I didn't figure it out myself."
"Don't be so hard on yourself." Kurt murmured, grabbing Blaine's hand and squeezing.
"Do you know how much it sucks when a guy just wants you to get him off, but doesn't care if he talks to you after it? I feel so...stupid."
"Stop that." Kurt insisted. "You are not."
"I thought I was fine with it. And then, I wanted to start spending more time with him...and he didn't, and I didn't think that I was going to be that upset about it."
"Blaine. You deserve so much better than that. And we all make mistakes."
"Yeah, but this one really hurt." There was that crack again. The crack in Blaine's voice and in his armour. Kurt sighed, and reached around Blaine to take away the mug and set it to the other side of the window sill.
"Come on." Kurt grabbed Blaine's hand and tugged him down off the ledge.
"What are you..."
"I'm putting you to bed. You don't need anything else to drink, and you do need to get some rest."
"No, I'm fine, really." Blaine stumbled over his own foot, catching himself on Kurt's shoulder.
"Come on sunshine." Kurt glanced over at the fireplace and caught Flint's eye. He lifted a hand beside his ear, signalling bed. Flint seemed to pause before nodding slightly, and Kurt wrapped his arm around Blaine's middle, leading him towards his dorm hall.
"Fine." Blaine murmured. They struggled up the stairway to Blaine's room, and Blaine unlocked the door. Kurt eased him to the bed and Blaine crawled up towards his pillows, curling up on himself.
"Get some sleep, okay?" Kurt ordered, pulling the top of the blankets closer to the other boy's reach.
"Kurt?" He had already turned off the light and was at the door when the quiet word stopped him. "Please...can you not tell anyone?"
"Of course. Hey. Why don't we hang out this week. You're sticking around right?"
"Yeah."
"Good." Kurt stood at the doorway for a moment, watching Blaine turn over to the wall, pulling his blankets around him.
Kurt reappeared, slipping into the common and up to Flint. He had migrated over to one of the armchairs, where a movie was now showing on the widescreen. Kurt perched on the arm of the chair and leant his head against Flint's.
"Hey. Is Blaine okay?" Flint tilted to watch the other boy's expression. Kurt shrugged.
"Yeah. Having a bad day. I just took his back to his room, told him to get some sleep." Flint hummed slightly in recognition, then quickly grabbed Kurt by the waist and tugged him from the arm of the chair. He landed with a bit of a yelp, half on Flint's lap and half in the space left in the chair, but quickly adjusted into a comfortable position. Kurt pulled his legs around and draped them over Flint's, tucking his head against his neck and shoulder.
"You make a surprisingly good seat." Kurt whispered to Flint's neck.
"I do what I can." Flint replied as he rubbed his knuckles over Kurt's arm. It was quiet as they watched the film for a minute, but Flint could tell that Kurt wasn't really watching. So Flint wasn't really surprised when he spoke out again.
"Thank you." Kurt murmured, kissing Flint's neck subtly and pressing his nose against his adam's apple. Flint was slightly surprised at this.
"Okay. I have no idea what I did, but if you tell me, I'd love to do it again." Flint murmured against Kurt's hair. He pulled back slightly.
"Just for being...sweet... and not a huge jerk."
Flint frowned a little.
"Is everything okay with Blaine?
"Yeah, I promised I wouldn't say anything, but...I'll just say that I really appreciate that you are okay with us. That we get to spend time together and let our relationship to just... develop slowly."
"Oh." Flint swallowed thickly. Kurt watched him, wary at his sudden drop.
"What's wrong?"
Flint paused for a moment, before meeting Kurt's eyes.
"Well. I have a favour to ask... and you can say no, and I can find somewhere else, and even if it's okay and we did, it doesn't mean that we would...Or that I want to. I mean, not that I don't ever, but not tonight, and I just-" Kurt was just staring with his eyebrows raised.
"What are you talking about?" Flint just laughed a bit at himself and took a breath.
"Allie can stay over tonight and Jeff kinda wants the room to himself, so..."
Kurt looked at him carefully.
"You want to stay in my room?"
"I can totally sleep on the couch in here." Flint insisted.
Kurt shook his head.
"No, you're not sleeping on the couch. It's...that's okay with me.":
"And I only had two drinks. Just so you know. So I won't get all lush and handsy on you."
"More than usual you mean?" Kurt teased. Flint laughed.
"Yeah. So just...let me know when you wanna...whenever you're tired."
"Okay."
"Okay."
Before the movie had finished, Flint was the one who had fallen asleep, his head slumping against Kurt's shoulder. Jeff and Allie sidled up to them, holding hands. He observed the occupants of the chair with caution and amusement.
"Heading to bed." Jeff said quietly to Kurt, as Allie wrapped her arms around his neck. "Did, um, Flint talk to you about it?"
Kurt smiled.
"Yeah. We'll probably be heading up in a few minutes."
"Okay. Thanks Kurt. Really." Allie was clearly a bit shy about this and wasn't looking at Kurt, just burying her face against Jeff's shoulder.
"Humhn?" Flint shifted at the voices and Kurt looked at his eyes blinking open slowly. "Ugh. I fell asleep?" Jeff laughed.
"Yes you did. I'm going to head up now though." Flint nodded along to Jeff, shifting in the seat and pushing gently on Kurt's back to get him to stand.
"I'll come. Toothbrush and stuff. Did you want to stay up later sweetheart?" Flint leaned a little heavily against Kurt who just smiled back fondly.
"No, I could go to bed. I have to drive home tomorrow." Flint nodded, breaking into a yawn.
"'Kay." Flint started off towards the hallway, and Kurt fell in step behind him, grabbing his cardigan from the back of the chair. Allie trailed back as Jeff and Flint chatted lazily on the way towards their dorm rooms.
"You two are cute together." She grinned. Kurt smiled back. He'd chatted to her a little bit tonight, but hadn't had much of a chance to get to know her.
"Thanks. You and Jeff are very striking as a couple. And he clearly adores you." Allie smiled shyly.
"We're very different in a lot of ways, but...it works."
Flint and Jeff bustled into their room, while Kurt and Allie waited outside. After a couple of collisions from inside and the slide of several drawers, Flint reemerged, a bundle of clothes over his arm and his toothbrush in his hand.
"Night Allie." Flint said drowsily as he took up Kurt's hand and walked towards the stairwell. Kurt looked a bit bemused, but just waved back at Allie, before catching up with Flint's pace.
The two of them climbed the stairs, to Kurt's room at the end of his hallway, Flint leaning in close as Kurt unlocked his room.
"Sorry I'm so tired for some reason." Flint yawned, stumbling in after him. Kurt just shrugged, hanging his cardigan over the back of his chair and moving over to his dresser to grab his pyjamas.
"Don't apologize. You can use the bathroom first if you want."
"K."
The door shut behind him, but Kurt could still see the sliver of light coming out from underneath. Okay. This was fine. He wasn't kinda panicking about the prospect of sleeping in the same bed as another boy for the first time. He could hear the tap running and Flint brushing his teeth. He'd be out in just a minute, and Kurt didn't know what to do.
Flint appeared in the doorway, dressed in his pj pants and undershirt.
"Your turn."
Kurt's breath caught a little at the casual way Flint was walking around his room, putting his clothes down on Kurt's desk chair. The low light of his bedside lamp caught on the lines defining his arms and shoulders.
"Oh...kay." Kurt made a quick decision and grabbed a towel, and a few things from near his desk, bundling them together and slipping into the bathroom. This would maybe make things easier, at least on him.
"I'm going to have a quick shower." He called back.
Flint just looked at the shut door and smiled. Kurt was nervous. Hell, he was nervous too. Once he'd set down his clothes and toothbrush, he didn't know where he was supposed to sit. He could wait against the side of the bed, or on Kurt's desk, or... lie down.
They had laid on the bed before, watching video, or kissing. He definitely was fond of the bed. But would it be... presumptuous of him if Kurt came out of the shower and he was all up in his space?
Flint decided that on the bed, just not under the covers, would be a decent compromise. But as soon as he sat down, leaning against the headboard, he discovered a new problem.
Aside from a few spikes of noise from the floor below or down the hall, the only sound in the room was the sound of Kurt's shower. Each shift in the noise was clearly a shift by Kurt under the spray. And thinking about that was seriously dangerous to convincing Kurt he wasn't a total perv. He saw Kurt's iPod on the bedside table and grabbed it, sticking the buds in his ears and switching to shuffle for the most-played list.
He was surprised that it only took a few skips to get to something he really liked. Not that he disliked Wicked or anything, but hearing "Valencia" as one of the top songs for Kurt was interesting. He had also passed through "Get Back" by the Beatles and a Lily Allen song before the door opened up, a little steam trailing out as Kurt appeared.
Flint forgot to be apprehensive when he saw what Kurt was wearing. Flint's tshirt, complete with sharpied slogan, was a bit big on Kurt and hung down past his waist. A few inches of sleep short hung down below that, and the rest was just...leg. What the hell did Kurt do that his legs were toned like that, anyways?
"I figured if I was wearing it, I could keep it from you." Kurt smiled a bit, plucking at the shirt as he stepped lightly to his hamper and dropped his clothes in.
"I'll concede for now, but I should warn you, I'm going to get it back somehow." Flint sat up a little straighter, watching Kurt waver in the middle of the room.
"It's been a while since I've had a sleepover." Kurt tried for levity, but he knew Flint could see the caution in his eyes. "Even longer with a boy." Kurt stepped forwards a bit, looking at Flint determinedly. "And...never with one I liked like this."
Flint took a deep breath and held out his hand.
"C'mere."
Kurt grinned. The familiar phrase and tone from the other boy helped calm his nerves and he found himself climbing carefully into his own bed.
Flint shifted so that he was sitting towards the end.
"You pick a side. It's your bed."
"I think this bed is too small to have sides." Kurt frowned.
Flint could help noticing the way Kurt's damp hair hung over his eyes as he pushed the stack of pillows to either side, dividing them up. He crawled closer, reaching to push the hair out of his face. Kurt looked up and realized the proximity between them,
"Flint?"
"Yeah?"
"We can't...I don't even know what to do for..." Kurt gestured vaguely before letting his hands fall helpless to his sides. "I can't even say it out loud yet." Kurt shook his head at himself.
"That's okay. Really. I'm not exactly some sort of...expert on it either." Flint insisted. "We'll get there."
Kurt smiled, remembering the last time Flint had said that to him. Remembered how he had felt a thrill over his skin at that thought.
He reached out and hooked his hand around one of the straps of Flint's beater, pulling him in closer.
"Dyou think that we could still do some stuff before bed? Unless you're too tired." Flint saw the coy smile on his boyfriend's face and leaned in over him, letting Kurt fist his hand tighter in his shirt.
"I think I could stay up a little later."
Kurt let out a small breathy laugh at the response as Flint laid down beside him hand.
Kurt's other hand found its way to the free strap and grabbed hold, pressing his thumbs against the bare skin underneath. The sound and heat of Flint's breathing was around him, almost overtaking the way Flint's hand slid from his shoulder blades to his waist.
"You smell good." Flint smiled, nosing into Kurt's damp hair.
"It's organic fruit oil moisturizers." Kurt mumbled, nuzzling against the other boy's jaw, liking the faint scrape of stubble that just touched the edge of his upper lip.
"Okay." Flint clearly wasn't interested, but Kurt could forgive him when his attention focused in on placing kisses along his jaw..
Kurt stretched out, lengthening his neck for Flint. One of his own hands released its grasp on fabric and wrapped around the dark head over him, pressing him closer slightly in encouragement. The warm lips dragged against his skin, ghosting over his adam's apple and nudging Kurt's jaw over to open up the untouched side of his neck.
"Flint, baby. Ah." Kurt bit at his lip sharply as the words slipped out. He couldn't help it, nor could he apparently stop the way his toes curled against Flint's shins when the other boy let his kisses become more open.
Flint couldn't help responding himself. Kurt's skin was soft and hot, and his fingers were massaging Flint's scalp and the back of his neck as it urged him towards the hollow at the base of Kurt's throat.
Flint made a noise in the back of his throat that sounded a bit like a choke before he twisted up, catching Kurt's mouth with his own. Kurt was pulling him to his chest by the strap of his shirt, his toes running up and down the side of Flint's calf in a way that was unreasonably distracting.
"Hmmmmnh. Kurt." Flint panted against Kurt's lips for a moment before pressing back in. Kurt's tongue flicked out hesitantly and Flint let his mouth become more permissive, until Kurt made their kiss deep and hot, and oh god. Flint couldn't help his hand sliding down to Kurt's hip, finding the hidden skin between the long shirt and Kurt's sleep shorts.
"Yeah. Oh. Babe, yeah. Just...yeah..." Kurt was whispering and pressing hot, imprecise kisses over his cheeks and jaw as Flint's thumbs pressed circles along his hipbones. One of Kurt's legs slowed in its path up and down Flint's shin, and slowly slid up, knee brushing over Flint's thigh as it draped over him slightly..
Flint shifted, bending down to push Kurt's shirt aside and kiss his collarbones, just barely letting his teeth scrap over the skin. His hand grazed over Kurt's hip, sliding down his thigh til he hit bare leg. He gripped behind Kurt's knee gently, pulling up to let it wrap more fully around him.
With a sudden jolt of heat that ran straight through him, and an thoroughly unhappy moan, Kurt moved both hands to Flint's chest and pushed him back. "We should...we should..."
"We should stop. Yeah." Flint panted, rolling away towards the wall. "We both said we weren't ready."
"Well clearly that's all emotional talking, cause believe me, physically, I am more than ready." Kurt ground out, pushing his bangs off his flushed face.
"Wow. Not helping." Flint commented, shifting up to sit. He ran his hands through his hair, breathing out slowly. "I think I'm going to just go have a quick shower. And then we should get some sleep. Actual sleep." His low tone seemed to be meant for reminding himself of this, more than for Kurt.
"Okay." Kurt agreed, and bunched up to let Flint pass him without having to crawl over.
When Flint had shut the door behind him, Kurt flopped out on the bed. His bed smelled like Flint. His shirt smelled like Flint. How was he supposed to calm down now, both on the interior and exterior, like this. He grabbed his iPod from the bedside table, and looked desperately for the least romantic or sexy song he had on it.
After listening to a couple of Muppets songs he had hidden away, and a chipmunked version of the Monkees that always made Mercedes break out in giggles, he was actually impressed by the effect. The way things were going with Flint he was probably going to need to stockpile some more of these songs. But somehow, Kurt knew that only bad, terrible, embarrassing things could happen if he actually complied a "boner kills 2011" playlist, whether he named it that or not.
The real issue though, was that his heart wasn't anywhere near as ahead of the game as his body seemed to be. He just hoped Flint hadn't notice exactly how...excited he'd been. That's why he had pulled away so quickly when Flint had pulled their lower bodies closer. He didn't want to weird Flint out. They had made out, yeah, but there had always been an unspoken...separation of their lower halves. Kurt didn't know if Flint needed it, but he definitely was starting to in the past week or two.
The bathroom door opened and Flint reappeared, his hair wet and stuck to his head, his eyes a bit wary.
"It's okay babe." Kurt said quietly, shifting closer to the wall and holding open the covers. Flint smiled and slid in next to Kurt. He flipped over for a moment and turned the light off.
Kurt settled himself down, resting his head on the pillow.
"Dyou have enough room?" Flint asked quietly, shuffling down, and lifting an arm up to rest his head on.
"Yeah. It's just weird. To have someone else in bed with me." Kurt's voice trailed off shyly at the end, noticing that Flint was watching him carefully.
"I can still sleep on the floor, or the couch if you're uncomfortable." Kurt shook his head and reached out, grabbing Flint's arm. It was cool, not warm, from the shower, and was soothing against Kurt's hot palms.
"No. It's not bad. Just...weird."
"Fair enough." Kurt could see Flint yawn widely in what little light filtered in the window on the other side of the room.
"Okay. Sleep time." Kurt said firmly. He tugged the covers closer to his chin, but couldn't stop his moment of weakness, leaning forwards to press a soft kiss to Flint's mouth.
"Night."
Flint smiled at the soft affection in the kiss, very different but not completely foreign from the hot, driven kisses before. He forced himself to be brave and reached out under the sheets, splaying his hand over Kurt's chest.
"Night." Flint closed his eyes then, burrowing a bit into the pillow to get comfortable..
His lips, however, curled into a smile he wore right into sleep as Kurt's hand moved from his side to rest on top of Flint's fingers, slotting together carefully over his stolen shirt.
