A/N- Meet the parents round one! Ding!
Also, I just wanted to clarify something about this story. As much of a Klaine fan as I am, and I am, they aren't happening in this particular story. Secret? I kinda think of them as endgame in this verse, but not for like, ten years. (Sequel?) Right now Kurt is honestly very happy with our Flint. And who wouldn't be. He's the sweetest thing. And Blaine's got something new on his horizons too. Just think of it all as following the When Harry Met Sally path more directly.
As always, glad to be your purveyor of Flirt fluff to lighten whatever part of your day this hits you. I do like publishing it before I go to bed, because then I get to wake up to a nice review usually, which is always a good way to start the day. Enjoy!
Kurt woke up Saturday morning with a sudden memory of Wednesday night. He grabbed his phone, knowing that Blaine would be awake already. They were both relatively early risers on weekends. Within reason, of course.
"B- When did you get tickets for ITW?"
"Hey Kurt. Sunday was sold out. Got two for tonight's show. Was gonna talk to you at breakfast."
"Sorry x 100! Dad sprung family dinner and wants to meet Flint. Joy."
"Lol. Sounds like fun. That's cool. I'll see if Dave or Wes wants to go or something. I'm sure one of them owes me a favour."
Kurt smiled at Blaine's message before his eyebrow arched with an intriguing thought.
"What about Devon?" There was a slightly longer pause than after the other texts.
"What about him?" Kurt just looked at the screen archly.
"Ask him to go with you. Like a date. Cause you have the hots for him."
"Shut up!"
"Do it!"
"Breakfast?"
"Yes please. Give me 30. Have to have a shower."
"K. See you then."
"Ask him out!"
"Boo." Kurt grinned, and wandered towards the bathroom, typing one last message to a different recipient before laying his phone on his dresser.
"Good morning babe. Going to go to breakfast with Blaine in half an hour. Don't worry if you're still sleepy. You'll need your strength for tonight. JK. Probably."
Flint rolled over with a groan at the beep from his phone.
"Ughhhhhh. I don't wanna." Jeff moaned from across the room.
"Then don't. It's Saturday." Flint grumbled into his pillow as he flipped through his phone for the message. "Oh god. Saturday."
He heard Jeff thrash around in his covers, knowing that he was burrowing deeper, not getting up.
"What? Saturday is good. Saturday is awesome. Saturday I don't have dance practice til four."
"This Saturday I have to go to dinner with Kurt's parents." Flint really didn't appreciate the chocked laughter from Jeff.
"Have fun with that, sucker. I'm having Allie over tonight. When are you gonna be gone til?"
"For dinner? Probably only like, 8, but I'll go back to Kurt's or we'll hang out in the commons til curfew."
"Awesome." Jeff raised both hands in victory, but didn't remove his face from where it was buried in the pillow.
Flint snorted, and sent Kurt a response that he was going to sleep in and catch lunch later with Jeff. Bed was just to comfy to leave right now.
Blaine stirred his coffee absently until Kurt barked at him to stop.
"You clink that spoon against the side one more time Blaine, and I will be forced to take drastic measures."
Blaine gave him an apologetic smile.
"Sorry, I was just thinking... Dyou really think I should ask Devon to the show?"
Kurt paused for a moment before nodding firmly.
"I do. You have the extra ticket, and he seems to really like you from what you've said and I've heard, so I think he'll probably be delighted rather than freaked out."
Blaine grinned a bit.
"You don't think its too fast?"
"You're going to a show, not proposing marriage. Just don't tell him that you want to sex him up in song before hand, and I'm sure it'll be fine."
Kurt enjoyed the embarrassed flush that covered Blaine's face at that particular reference. It wasn't mean spirited, just a good reminder that everyone was human. Especially at this age.
"Thanks. That makes me feel much better before I try to ask a guy out again. Please, remind me of my romantic failures again." Blaine groaned, but the little smile on his face showed that he knew Kurt was just kidding. After all, Kurt was the one who was encouraging him to ask Devon out in the first place.
Blaine tapped the tickets against the palm of his hand for a moment before reaching out and knocking sharply on the door. As he waited, he looked up at the name plates on the door. D. Truong. J. Nordgren.
It must have been J. Nordgren who answered the door, because it wasn't Devon's freckled tan face that appeared.
"Hi?"
"Who is it Joe?" Devon's voice called out and Blaine leaned a little bit to try and see inside the room.
"It's Blaine. Right?" The tall blond with the long nose checked in with him.
"Blaine? Shit." Devon's roommate grinned at the muttered curse and glanced back towards the heavy shuffling noises that followed. He leaned towards Blaine to whisper his comment.
"He's still in his pyjamas. Give him a minute to freak out and clean himself up." There was a sudden heavy thump, that sounded suspiciously like a boy tripping over his pants and falling down.
"I'm okay!" A few shuffles and bangs later Devon appeared beside his roommate, trying to look casual.
"Blaine. Hey." Blaine smiled. Devon was leaning against the door frame with his elbow, one hand in his hair. It looked casual, but as an owner of his own head of curls and waves, Blaine was pretty sure he was covering up a raging cowlick. Joe disappeared back into the room, knocking Devon's shoulder slightly with a grin.
"Hey. I didn't wake you up or anything?"
"No. No, I was awake."
"Good."
"Yeah." Devon bit his lip a little. "So um, is there anything I can do for you or something?"
"Right!" Blaine stuttered. "So, it turns out that I have an extra ticket to a show at OSU. I don't know if you like musicals or anything, it's Into The Woods, but I thought I'd ask if you wanted to go..."
"I've heard of it, but I haven't seen it. Decent show?" Devon asked, scratching his ear a little.
"Um, yeah. I don't know much about this production, but it sounds good. I've heard of a few of the people acting in it...seen them in other shows." Blaine bit his tongue inside his mouth to stop himself and maybe even let Devon get a word in edgewise.
"Uh...yeah. That'd be cool. Should I dress up or anything?"
"No. It's pretty relaxed. So just wear whatever."
"Okay. When do we have to leave?"
"Show's at seven, it'll take about half an hour to get there and park and everything. I'll come knock at like, 6:10?"
Devon grinned.
"Okay. I'll see you then." Blaine nodded and started to step back. A sudden remembrance struck him, and he stopped.
"Hey Devon?"
The other boy stopped the door from closing and put his attention back on Blaine.
"I know it's kinda a last minute thing, so it's not romantic or anything but... If you're okay with it, this is a date."
"Oh...kay." Devon drew his eyebrows together but his mouth twitched up.
"I just-" Blaine wavered back and forth for a minute. "I have a history of not being clear on these types of things and I want to make sure we're on the same page. So...I like you. And I'd like this to be our first date."
"Cool." Devon wanted to hit himself in the face for having such an inadequate and stupid response. But Blaine seemed okay with it. He grinned and just sort of skip-walked down the hallway, calling back that he'd come get him that evening.
At 5:30, Blaine knocked on Kurt's door.
"Come in!" Blaine smiled at the distracted tone and let himself in.
"Blaine, hey." Flint waved from where he was sitting on the bed, looking as though it was completely natural to be sitting in his undershirt on Kurt's bed with a lapful of fabric. Kurt was plucking at the pile, pulling out a sweater by the sleeve before frowning and throwing it to the end of the bed, where a smaller collection had formed.
"What's going on?"
Flint helped Kurt untangle a button-down from a scarf and smiled back at Blaine.
"Kurt's dressing me. I'm playing the roll of first boyfriend Ken this evening, and I apparently can't be trusted to make appropriate fashion choices."
"I just really want them to like you from the beginning. I do trust your taste...I just..."
"It calms you down to plan outfits." Flint teased. "And I don't mind."
"Well, lets get you completely comatose, cause I need some help with that too." Blaine commented. Kurt looked at him with interest.
"Oh! Did you ask?"
"Ask what?" Flint questioned, wrinkling his nose as Kurt held together a shirt and sweater combo.
"Since Kurt's busy, I had an extra ticket to a show at OSU."
"Oh, is it Into The Woods? My sister did sets for that." Flint said eagerly.
"Vanessa?" Kurt asked, glancing up from a line of scarves laid across his dresser.
"Yeah. It's the drama club she's in. My parents are going to see it at some point. Next week I think. Anyways, sorry. Blaine, you were saying you asked something?"
Blaine nodded, wandering over to the desk chair and settling in.
"Yeah, I asked Devon if he wanted to go."
"And he said yes?" Kurt questioned, finally taking a green mini-check shirt and a dark charcoal tshirt. He pushed them at Flint, who took the cue to pull them on.
"Yeah, actually. And be proud of me, because I even clarified that it was a date."
"Learning from the past I see. Well done." Kurt laughed, glancing over at Flint with a look of concentration.
"Okay..." Kurt tugged and pulled a little bit at Flint's clothes. "There. That and your brown chelsea boots."
"Boot." Flint corrected, twitching his toes in his cast.
"Fine, boot. And you look great! Now, don't mess it up while I help Blaine."
Blaine glanced over at Flint, who was just kind of smiling fondly at Kurt's demands.
"He gets bossy when he's stressed." Blaine said as Kurt ducked into the washroom for a moment. Flint laughed.
"I know. Believe me I know. I'm just sitting back and letting him have his happy freakout." Flint stretched his legs out as much as he could and rested back on his hands. "So...you're going on a date with Devon?"
Blaine nodded, pushing back and forth in the chair slowly.
"He's pretty cute."
"I heard that!" Kurt called from the bathroom.
"Am I or am I not going to meet your dad tonight?" Flint replied. He heard Kurt's huff and cracked a smile.
"Yeah. And he's pretty cool. And he plays the guitar really well. Great hands." Blaine admitted.
"Okay, so let me take a look. Is this the plan?" Kurt patted his hands over his own sweater as he emerged. Blaine stood up and held out his arms, turning for a minute as Kurt seemed to consider him.
"Okay...not bad. But the blazer is a no." Blaine pouted.
"I like my blazer."
"You wear one everyday. It's pretty much the only thing Devon has ever seen you in. You need to mix it up. You should wear..." Kurt moved over to the bed and sat down next to Flint, thinking over the times he had seen Blaine out of uniform. "Oh. You have a blue sweater. It's deep blue, kind of a marine tone, with ribbed cuffs and a v neck."
"Oh...okay, yeah. I know that one." Blaine nodded, tracing through his room in his head. "Yeah. It's clean."
"That and your gunmetal scarf. The light weight one though. Not the merino one."
"Are you sure about it? The blue one?" Blaine assured, biting his lip in thought as he stood up from the desk chair.
"Are you seriously questioning my fashion advice! It makes you look borderline edible." Kurt scoffed. Flint frowned.
"Hey!"
Kurt just turned on him.
"Are you or are you not meeting my dad tonight?" Flint smiled slightly at the return of his own words.
"Fine." Kurt nudged him slightly with his shoulder and looked back to Blaine.
"Now shoo! I still have to get dressed, and you have a date waiting on you. Good luck!" Kurt jumped up and steered Blaine out of the room, before shutting the door and heading directly towards his closet.
He heard the faint clunk of Flint's cast on the floor and smiled, anticipating the slip of his boyfriend's arms around his waist.
"Hey...you know we have to leave in ten minutes." Kurt scolded, but his actions spoke louder than his words as his hands pulled Flint's arms around him more tightly.
"Hm." Flint stretched his neck up to rest his chin on the top of Kurt's head. "Do you really think that about Blaine?" Flint asked quietly.
"Think what?" Kurt questioned, rocking them side to side almost imperceptibly.
"What you said about how he looked...in his blue sweater or whatever?" Flint asked, pulling his head back and pressing his nose to the back of Kurt's neck.
Kurt twisted, enjoying the skim of Flint's hands as they stayed firm on his waist and back.
"Yes. I think he looks great in that sweater." Kurt said firmly. "You know he's very handsome. I know he's handsome. Nick's a borderline zero in the Kinsey Scale, and he knows he's handsome. Everyone knows."
"You say it like I should be happy that my boyfriend thinks his former crush looks edible in anything."
"Fine. Maybe I didn't phrase it the right way, but Flint, its not like I'm trying to hide anything. If I really still liked Blaine, do you think I'd be trying to flirt with him in front of you?"
"No. I know it's just you doing your fashion thing, and you do it with your girl friends and some of the guys, but its just...Blaine's a bit of a weak spot for me with you." Flint admitted.
Kurt nodded firmly, then reached one hand up, sliding it over Flint's jaw and onto the back of his neck.
"Thank you for telling me that. I promise I'll try to be more sensitive to it. But Flint. I have you. And I don't want anyone else."
Kurt leaned in and caught Flint's mouth. He pulled him closer, clasping his hand against Flint's neck, and opened his lips. He slipped his tongue in and teased Flint's back into his own mouth so he could suck lightly on it. Flint's hands tugged tighter, pressing them together so Kurt could feel his chest swell and contract against his own. His eyes shut as Kurt sucked gently, running his tongue along the underside of Flint's. Kurt was getting good at this. Really really good at this.
"I'm going to start the inappropriate touching soon, so unless you want to cancel on dinner and spend the evening making out in bed, you better stop." Flint breathed, pulling back. The way Kurt licked his reddened lips really wasn't helping.
"I do. I really really do." Kurt laughed breathily."But we can't. They'll be on the way already."
Kurt pulled away and turned into the closet, pulling out the outfit he had already chosen, pressed and carefully hung. Flint sighed and hobbled over to his crutches.
"Hey," He glanced back over his shoulder, and almost had one of his crutches slip out from under his arm. Kurt was standing, his fresh shirt hanging undone as he tightened his belt. Flint groaned at the visible band of Kurt's boxers and the long stripe of pale skin. "Raincheck for later tonight?"
Flint just shook his head.
"I'm going to go pull your car around. I'll meet you downstairs."
Flint drummed his fingers against the window. They were on their way to Maryville, and he was getting a bit nervous. It didn't help it that Kurt wasn't exactly calm and collected. He kept looking over at Flint and giving him a hesitant smile.
"So, um..." Flint frowned. "How are we supposed to act?"
"What do you mean?"
Flint tapped out a few random tunes on the window before he spoke again.
"I mean... how are we acting around your dad?"
"Oh." Kurt licked his lips. "Well...I have no idea. I've never had a guy around, so I don't know what would be weird. My dad's really great, but... he's not always comfortable with this kinda thing."
Flint nodded.
"Well, do you wanna just, keep it cool? Maybe for now we can not hold hands or anything, and let your dad ease into the idea for a while."
"Okay. I mean, if you're alright with that."
Flint smiled and reached over the centre console, grasping Kurt's hand and giving it a tight squeeze before pulling back.
"I'll do my best to keep my hands off you."
He laughed at the glare Kurt sent him, and leaned forward to turn on the radio, hoping some music would disperse their nervousness.
"Ready?" Kurt asked, standing in front of his car, recognizing his father's a few spots down. Flint clenched his hands against the sides of his pants and adjusted his crutches
"Yep." No.
"Dad!" Kurt stepped up immediately to his dad in the lobby of the restaurant, falling into his hug and leaning in to kiss Carole's cheek.
"Hey kid." Burt stood back slightly and gave his son a bit of room for introductions. Just behind him there was a tall boy. Still a boy, Burt thought insistently. He wasn't ready for Kurt to be a man, let alone be dating one.
The kid seemed nice enough. Dressed casually, but neat and tidy. On crutches. He managed to swing himself forwards slightly and held out his hand to Burt.
"Mr. Hummel. It's a pleasure to meet you and your wife, sir."
"You must be the Flint Kurt's won't quit talking about when he's at home. It's good to put a face to the name."
"Dad." Kurt groaned a little at his father's words, glancing at Carole pleadingly. Flint just glanced over at him with a bit of a sneaky smile.
"Table for four? Hummel?" The hostess called out and Kurt was thankful that they all refocused on making their way to their seats.
Blaine knocked on Devon's door and grabbed his hands behind his back. The door swung open and a boy stood in front of him, looking happy. And hot. Really hot.
"Ready to go?" Devon grabbed the zipper on his hoodie and tugged it up. Blaine wanted to tell him not to, because the black tee underneath was showing off his physique pretty nicely.
"Yeah. I've got my car in the lot if that's okay." Devon grinned.
"Okay. You look hot tonight by the way." Blaine was flustered for a minute. God Devon was really upfront.
"Um, thanks." He chuckled a little as they fell into step beside each other.
Devon was taller than him, but who wasn't. He had really nice shoulders. Kurt had said he was on the swim team, right? That explained those wide shoulders and the narrow line of his waist and hips.
"You look really good Dev." Blaine said softly.
"Dev." The other boy repeated him absently before shooting him a look. "I like that."
"It's great you could join us Flint." Carole smiled over the top of her menu. "It's hard to see Kurt when he's at school so much. Do you see your family much?"
"About the same amount as Kurt probably?" Flint put his menu folder down on the table and seemed to fold his hands hesitantly over top. "Um. My family house is in Mansfield, but my parents travel a lot for work, so me and my sisters went to Dalton and Everett-Vauxhall. I've got two. Sisters. Danielle and Vanessa." Oh god, shut up. Flint groaned in his own head. He was stumbling a bit over his words. He wasn't sure why he was this nervous. Kurt's dad and stepmom were perfectly nice, but he was still terrified to say the wrong thing. Especially as that was kinda his M.O. He tried glancing over to Kurt, but he was determinedly studying the list of entrees.
Burt successfully caught Carole's eye and saw the amused spark. This kid was clearly nervous. Not that Kurt was helping him out. He'd been unusually quiet since they had sat down. Not that he was upset that his son's boyfriend looked a little frightened. That could work to his advantage. But he remembered meeting girlfriends' parents for the first time when he was that age. He remembered the formality and the nerves and how he'd vividly imagined that at any moment the father would escort him out to the alley behind the restaurant and threaten his manhood in the name of his daughter's purity. He remembered that, and out of sympathy tried to ease the kid into a little lighter conversation.
"How's the leg? Kurt said you had a skiing accident?" Flint nodded.
"Yes sir. I was on vacation with my family and I had to swerve to avoid a kid who had fallen down. Ended up fighting a tree."
"And lost?" Flint smiled with a tinge of embarrassment.
"Yeah, I guess so. It's alright though. I'm a bit bummed out that I'll be missing regionals, but I've got next year, and hopefully we'll get to nationals this year too. If the council has any sense and lets Kurt sing, then its a given."
Carole smiled at the boy and squeezed Burt's hand under the table. He seemed perfectly nice. A little nervous, but that was expected.
"Do you have auditions coming up Kurt? I know Finn's been a bit preoccupied with the competition."
Kurt went to open his mouth, but Flint beat him to it.
"We had auditions yesterday. Kurt was amazing. He's got an awesome voice, but you guys probably are well aware of that, and he sung a Brandon Flowers song. Crossfire? It was really cool. All the guys loved it."
Kurt's glanced up at his dad, a little embarrassed at Flint's very sincere gushing.
"Flint." He murmured his warning to his boyfriend, trying not to let his face heat up. Flint glanced over at him and shut his mouth sharply.
"Sorry." Flint winced and wrinkled his nose a bit. "Um, I'm just going to go to the washroom before they come for the orders. If the waiter's back before I am, I'll get the balsamic chicken pasta."
Kurt handed Flint his crutches, making sure that his hands didn't touch the other boy's, but spared a glance as he swung himself away from the table. It was quiet for a moment before Burt spoke up.
"So are you sure you two are going out?" Burt questioned, throwing a faint glance at Flint as he disappeared around a corner.
Kurt spluttered for a minute.
"What?"
"It's just, you two aren't all that...coupley." Burt tried, shrugging a little.
Kurt glared over at Carole, who instead of helping was smiling widely into her glass. He looked back to his dad, slightly at a loss.
"What, did you expect us to come in skipping and throwing rose petals or something dad?"
Burt shot a look back at his soon that was a strong rival for Kurt's own "cut the BS" glare.
"Kurt, look, I'm your dad, and I'm probably not going to be all that comfortable with the idea of you dating for a while now. But that's not about who it is your dating. It's just the idea in general is a bit...disturbing to a father."
Carole actually snorted out a little giggle, quickly apologizing and smothering it in her napkin. Both Hummels frowned at the outburst before refocusing on each other.
"I don't know what you want from me here." Kurt admitted, looking bewildered. Burt sighed.
"Kurt. I don't want you to think that you can't hold hands or I dunno, make stupid eyes at each other like kids always do."
Kurt sighed.
"I just want you to approve. I mean, its my choice, but...your opinion is important, and I didn't want to weird you guys out."
"You won't. I probably won't like it, I'm your dad, its a given, but that doesn't mean I'll be upset with it."
Kurt shrugged a little and Burt rolled his eyes.
"For pete's sake at least smile at the boy, give him some reassurance. He so wound up and jittery right now out he looks like he's about to have a stroke."
Kurt tried to fight it. He really did. But a smile broke out across his face and he found himself laughing out loud with Carole and his dad.
Flint returned to the table for this and grinned a bit warily.
"Did I miss something?" Kurt took his crutches from him and leaned them against the divider as Flint eased himself into his seat.
"No." Kurt reached out and squeezed Flint's hand. "Nothing important."
Flint looked down at their knitted fingers and up to Kurt with an unsure smile. Kurt just lifted their hands onto the table to rest and barged into a conversation over Carole's treatment of her car, and how it broke six cardinal rules of Hummel vehicle maintenance and respect.
Flint caught Burt's eye for a moment, and while he burned all the way from the tips of his ears, he thought he saw a ghost of a smile flit across his face. Now he just had to hope that mean he had Burt's approval.
Blaine glanced over at Devon nervously. He didn't know if musicals were really the other guy's thing and he was worried that he wasn't enjoying himself.
"Hey, we can leave at intermission...if you're bored." Blaine whispered. Devon just waved his hand at him, hissing a shush without looking away from the stage. It made Blaine smile. It made him smile more when the other boy's waving hand settled down on top of his, weaving their fingers together over the armrest.
On the way home, Burt couldn't lie when his wife asked him what he thought of his son's boyfriend. He admitted to Carole that seeing how happy Flint looked at Kurt's affection...well...he was real glad Kurt had found a decent guy.
"Come on!" Devon grabbed both of Blaine's hands and ran backwards for a short distance down the hallway.
Blaine jogged after him. The show was over, and the lobby of the theatre was still full of people.
"Devon! Where are you going?" He was pulled into an alcove of the hallway that connected the theatre to what seemed to be the university drama department corridor.
"Nowhere specific." Devon replied, leaning back against the wall and holding tight to Blaine's hands.
"What are you up to?" Blaine smiled, shaking his head slightly at the other boy. Devon seemed to be thinking for a moment, his shoe tapping insistently on the tiles underfoot. Then suddenly he was rocking forwards on his toes, pulling their hands down to counterbalance, and pushing a quick kiss against Blaine's lips. Blaine could feel Devon's fingers curl in his own and his eyes opened wide as the boy pulled back, letting their arms hang awkwardly in the distance between them. There was a pause before Devon was the one to speak again.
"Sorry." Devon murmured down at his own feet, his brows drawing down. "I'm way too forward aren't I?"
Blaine found himself breaking out in laughter. He stepped closer to give their arms the laxity to swing a little before he tried to talk.
"No. It was actually kinda...sweet."
"You're just being nice." Devon moaned a little, peaking at Blaine through his bangs.
"I think you are adorable. And thank you for the kiss."
"Um...you're welcome?" Devon smiled at the faint absurdity of Blaine's incredible manners. The other boy squeezed his fingers encouragingly.
"Come on. We should head out if we're going to make it back before curfew and still have time for ice cream."
"I was not told their would be ice cream." Devon said with a pleased smile.
"There's a Coldstone's down the street. My treat."
"You rhymed." Devon pointed out. Blaine just shook his head and dragged him back out towards the lobby.
"This is the best thing I have ever had." Devon said quietly, almost like he was whispering it secretly to the bowl. Blaine glanced over for a moment with a grin. They were almost back to Devon's room at the dorms, and they both seemed to be dragging their feet a little.
"Are you sure you wouldn't rather be on a date with that then?"
Devon let out a light laugh before shaking his head.
"Yeah. Pretty sure."
Blaine dug into his own cup, waiting for Devon to finish a big mouthful before he started the conversation. But with a big swallow, Dev beat him to it.
"This was the best first date I've ever had." Devon admitted quickly. "I mean, I've only been on like, two others, so the sample size isn't huge, but still..."
He swallowed thickly, and looked at Blaine with determination.
"Blaine...I had a crush on you for like, months, because you're smoking and your voice is amazing, and you're always really nice, but...now that I know you're funny, and charming and smart too...I know I come on strong once people let me in, and I'd totally understand if I've scared you off already...but...I'd really like to go out with you again. If you want to."
"Dev..." Blaine was a bit overwhelmed by the boy, it was true, but he liked him. He was honest and clever and fun, and great on guitar. And while definitely a handful, he was also really really sweet. "I'd like that. To see you again. Like this. A date, I mean."
The smile that bloomed across Devon's face hit Blaine in the gut.
"Awesome." Devon looked at him hopefully. "Does that mean we can kiss again?" Blaine just laughed before rising up slightly and tilting his head to press a kiss against Devon's mouth, caressing his lower lip just slightly before pulling back.
"G'night." He grinned and walked away briskly down the hall. Even when he got back to his room, Blaine still had a huge dorky smile on.
"Jeezus Kurt, you get me so hot." Flint mumbled. Kurt couldn't help being a bit shocked. Flint sometimes said these things that Kurt just didn't see coming. And they usually had the effect of being some of the most embarrassing and sexiest things he had ever heard.
They had made it through dinner and back to Dalton, where Flint had mentioned that he was giving Jeff and Allie the room for the night. They had been alone in the stairwell then, and Flint had been taking advantage of their solitude, and his vast relief that the stressful part of the night was over. Kurt had taken his crutches, and Flint was hauling himself slowly up the stairs with support from Kurt's other shoulder and the bannister. He was greatly hindered though by stopping every two steps to press a kiss to Kurt's near cheek or temple or corner of his mouth as he leaned on him for help. As a result of the soft warm kisses, Kurt couldn't stop himself from saying that he was sure they could find a way to stay occupied in his room for the rest of the evening.
Now they were just inside Kurt's room, the door having been slammed shut enthusiastically by Kurt's searching foot. Flint wasn't big on being tactile with friends or classmates or anyone else really, especially wasn't big on it when he was around Kurt's dad. But when they were alone, Flint had mad itchy fingers to just touch. He was tender and teasing sometimes, and pushy others, hesitant and insistent and eager to please all at the same time.
And the thing was, Kurt loved it. Loved that Flint trusted him enough to show this needy, affectionate side. There was something about just knowing that someone was terrified of being dropped on their ass, and already planning on catching them.
Which might be why Kurt let these words slip out his mouth, hoping that Flint wouldn't drop him either if he let a darker, hesitant part of him show in the same way.
"Get me off babe." Flint snapped his gaze to Kurt's, his pupils blown and glossy, and he caught Kurt's mouth with his own. It was pretty much all he could manage to wrap his arms around Kurt, and shift themselves awkwardly to fall onto the bed.
