A/N- So I erased and reposted the last chapter instead of replacing it, so I think it will have said a new chapter when it wasn't. So I decided to just go ahead and post the next part of it so that I wasn't a liar. It's a bit shorter than usual, but the last one was hugemongous, and this is the bridge piece really to their March Break. Heads up, fluff ahead.
Flint woke up and he was hot. Like, way way too warm to be under all these covers. He recognized fuzzily that Kurt was laying next to him. And while Kurt isn't a huge guy by any means, he was putting out warmth like a freaking space heater. And he probably isn't helping either. His older sister and his cousin Whitney had once said, when they didn't think he was listening, that it was weird that they were always cold and guys never seemed to be. Whitney had complained that her husband always wanted the window open and she ended up in flannel pjs and long socks. Flint had brushed it off at the time, but now, the combination of two boys under covers in one of Dalton's tiny single beds was definitely proof enough for him.
He kicked back the sheets, letting the room's cool air circulate over his skin. Next to him, Kurt was clearly asleep, breathing almost silently. Except for a little noise. Kurt's cheek was pressed into the pillow, mostly blocking his mouth, and he was breathing through his nose. But instead of snoring, the exhalations he made produced a tiny...whistling noise. Flint rested his head on his arm and watched for a moment, noticing the slight flare of Kurt's nostrils, accompanied be a little...high pitched "sneeeeeee" kind of noise. For a few breaths, Flint smiled softly. But then it started to strike him as funny. Probably more than usual because it was all too weird and the middle of the night and this is the first time he's really shared a bed with someone in a non-platonic way.
And so he giggled. Like a little girl. He tried to stifle it with his hand, and then the pillow, but soon he was pretty much shaking with contained laughter. And at a particularly high pitched whistle, he couldn't resist it and Flint broke out in an absolute fit and Kurt was stirring, and he was going to think that Flint was just a complete wacko.
Kurt's face scrunched up and he blinked at the cottony feelings behind his eyelids. They caught on the shape of the other boy, who was still shaking, biting his lip against any escaping sounds. Kurt frowned and closed his eyes again.
"Are you watching me sleep?" His voice was lower, pitchier than usual. Flint smiled a little guiltily.
"Maybe."
Kurt reopened one eye.
"Stalker."
"Whatever nose whistler." Kurt seemed to jolt a little more awake, just enough to glare at Flint.
"Sorry, what?"
"You have a little...nose whistle thing going when you sleep. When you breath out through your nose...it whistles."
"Wha- I do not!" Kurt's indignation almost broke the unspoken whisper level volume cap in the dark room, but Flint could only breath out a chuckle.
"Oh you do. And it is ADORABLE." Flint teased, shuffling a little bit closer. Kurt's arms crossed over his chest.
"I hate you."
"Aw. Come on. It's really cute. Like a baby bunny." Kurt just huffed and flipped over, facing away from him.
"Congrats. You just said goodbye to any chance of a farewell kiss tomorrow."
"Kuuuurt." Flint reached out across what little distance Kurt could put between them without someone falling off the bed. He massaged Kurt's shoulder gently.
"Stop it. Bunny molester." Kurt shot back. Flint just raised an eyebrow and smiled when Kurt spat out a tiny burst of laughter. "Okay, fine, that was ridiculous. But seriously? Baby bunny."
"Okay, maybe not the best thing to say. I'm sorry."
"You are not." Kurt grumbled, readjusting on the hot sheets and sticking his bare feet out the end to feel the cool air.
"I am! Let me kiss it better. Come here." Flint wrapped his fingers around Kurt's waist and pressured them back. Kurt waited a moment, then sighed and shuffled back.
"You're lucky I'm a pushover when I need my beauty sleep."
Flint thought that he was just going to get to press another soft kiss to Kurt's lips, but Kurt didn't turn around. Instead he shifted down the mattress slightly, tucking his head under Flint's chin and curling against his body. They were spooned together, and if the little whistle had endeared Kurt to him before...well, he knew it was teenagery and pathetic... but Flint was pretty sure he could happily fall asleep like this every night. He reached for the covers, to pull them over their bodies, but Kurt protested.
"No covers babe. It's too hot." Kurt mumbled."Here."
Kurt was falling back asleep, but he expended the energy to grab Flint's hand in his own and bring it around to rest against his chest. Flint found himself hugging Kurt to his chest, their fingers laced together.
"Kay." He barely says it out loud. Kurt's more than half asleep anyways. But hearing it faintly in his own ears does help make this a little more real.
The next time he wakes the sun is streaming in the window. And things are suddenly a bit TOO real. Because while his nighttime cuddle with Kurt was sweet and warm and a bit sappy, it had also completely wiped from Flint's mind the concept of waking up in the morning. And what that entailed. Especially for a teenaged guy.
He swallowed, and tried to shift away from the other boy as cautiously as he could. Except Kurt's fingers were still tangled in his and a slight groan rose from the other boy as the movement started to bring him out of sleep. One of Kurt's legs stretched out from its bent position and his whole body seemed to contract and relax with a gentle hum.
Unfortunately for Flint, the relaxation was followed by a shifty snuggling motion that nearly made him cross eyed.
"Ungh." Flint tried to not to make a noise, but failed, flinching as he waited for the ax to fall.
"Um. Flint?" Kurt had gone a bit...well...stiff. Flint chastised himself internally for his own terrible pun. And returned to the awkward situation at hand.
"...yes?" Kurt's fingers had started flexing and fidgeting against his own.
"Are you...is that..." Flint could see the high line of Kurt's cheekbone was pink from more than sleep.
"Uh..."
"I've just never..." Kurt was keeping incredibly still. Flint wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not.
"I'm sorry. It just...happens. But you know that..." He frowned, trying not to notice as Kurt's light shifts of weigth pressed against him.
"So it's not...me..." Flint heard the strain of almost disappointment that tainted Kurt's quiet words. He let out a huff of laughter.
"Seriously?" Flint shook his head. Kurt was just applying unintentional pressure and he was restraining himself from pressing forwards into the contact that his body was craving right now. "Kurt, this is...just believe me, you don't need to worry about getting me going."
He may have kind of ground out the last words as Kurt shifted, his thigh rubbing against Flint as he turned onto his back. His knees bent up, tenting the sheets in a raised line down to his chest, so Flint couldn't tell if he was the only one who had woken up with with this predicament. Although he didn't know if that would make things more or less awkward.
"Um, last night...when we were kissing...did you?"
"Yeaaaah." Flint admitted slowly. Then he caught Kurt's eye and saw the slightly guilty glance he took. It hit Flint right in the gut.
"Wait, did you-"
Kurt's mouth open and shut for a moment, before he cocked his head to the side, staring at the ceiling.
"Well, yes. I'm not...dead. I mean, when my boyfriend's...I...yes."
"Wow." Flint suddenly had a stupid grin on his face.
"I didn't want you to know. Because I thought, maybe you didn't..." Kurt fumbled, a tiny grin starting to emerge.
"Yeah. Totally did." Kurt let out a little giddy laugh that Flint loved.
"So when you got up?"
Flint just rolled his eyes.
"Yeah. Coldest shower of my life." Kurt laughed and Flint couldn't help smiling at it, feeling a little bit of tension slip away.
"Okay. Um...we should...I don't know really. But we don't have time. I have to head out in half an hour and so do you."
"Yeah. Well, I'll let you get ready. I'm going to go downstairs and change and grab my stuff before Jeff and Allie wake up."
"You'll come say goodbye?" Kurt made sure as he got up off the bed carefully. He walked quickly to the hooks on the door where his dressing gown hung, wrapping it around himself.
"Yeah. I'll be back in ten minutes probably."
Kurt just smiled shyly and disappeared into the bathroom.
Flint flopped back on the bed for a minute, thinking his unsexiest thoughts. Once everything calmed down enough that he didn't feel like a perv walking Dalton's corridors, he grabbed his clothes off the computer chair and slipped out of the room quietly.
The knock seemed louder than usual in the still of the morning, and Kurt jumped a little before he got up and swung the door open.
Flint stood in front of him, clothes changed, his duffle bag on the ground next to him. He jammed his hands into his pockets and looked at Kurt.
"Are you still keeping that goodbye kiss from me?"
Kurt shook his head.
"No. But I swear, when you get back I will find something good and embarrassing about you to make up for all that." Kurt returned, reaching to wrap his hands around Flint's neck.
"Deal." Flint's palms curled around Kurt's waist. "Now c'mere."
Kurt laughed and leaned in, kissing Flint firmly, pulling back after a few more careful pecks.
"Okay, go now. Have fun with the sherpas."
"It's Alberta Kurt. Not Tibet." Kurt just shrugged and leaned against the doorway.
"Whatever."
Flint shouldered his bag, and checked his pockets for his phone and sunglasses.
"I guess I'll see you in a week."
"Yep."
"Okay...bye." Flint leaned in and gave Kurt one last kiss, before turned and walking resolutely down the hall.
Kurt was glad that he held off until Flint was around the corner and out of sight, because he was sure the other boy would never let him forget the happy little pirouette he did back into his room.
