A/N- More! Enjoy! Also, I hope my messages to those who have reviewed in the last while got through despite the mad glitches lately.
"Hmmm." Flint groaned a bit, lifting his hand up to rub the sleep from his eyes.
"Good morning." Kurt said cheerfully, a little bit too awake in Flint's opinion. He shut the book he was reading and slid it down between the bed and the mattress.
"Wha time iz..." Flint let his head fall heavily, pinning Kurt's shoulder down with the weight.
"It's eleven." Flint blinked and sighed, writhing his way out of the sheets a little. Kurt watched him struggle for a minute before he gave up and flopped back down.
"Wes called while you were asleep. ABout an hour ago." Kurt said casually, but Flint caught sight of a spark in his eye.
He was suddenly a bit more alert and awake.
"Did you get a spot at regionals?"
Kurt grinned and nodded, a smile cracking across his face. Flint grabbed him and squeezed.
"That's so awesome! Kurt!" Flint peppered his face with over enthusiastic kisses until Kurt batted him away.
"Down! Settle!" Kurt laughed, rolling so that Flint's hands were trapped between them, but he was still able to press forward and kiss his boyfriend.
"Fine, fine. I'm just proud of you. That is really, really great."
"Thanks." Kurt smiled, an eyebrow rising as a loud grumble came from Flint's stomach.
"Apparently I'm also hungry though. Lunch? After I grab a shower and change?"
Kurt nodded. He slipped from the bed, Flint passively admiring him, even though he was just wearing pjs and a tight tee.
Flint followed him out, shaking down the dress pants he was still wearing.
"So uncomfortable." Flint winced. He and Kurt had gotten pretty...well...his boxers had ended up buried under his coat when Kurt had gone to the bathroom to change last night, and Flint was currently wearing only his dress pants and undershirt. He was really glad Kurt had selected the soft black ones with the smooth lining for last night. Kurt just shook his head.
"I told you that you should have gone back to your room after." He reminded, but Flint just shook his head.
"But then we wouldn't have fallen asleep together. I like that part too." He hugged Kurt from behind before grabbing his other tops and slipping his shoes on.
"I'll meet you at the stairs in half an hour?"
"Sounds good." Kurt pecked him on the lips and disappeared into the bathroom with his towel.
"Hello?"
"Kurt, man, hey. How'd dinner with the parents go?" Finn asked, starting to wander downstairs to where Burt was watching a hockey game in the living room.
"Flint's alive, I'm alive and Dad's alive, so I'm considering it a success." Finn laughed.
"Hey Finn. Who's on the phone?" Burt called out, hearing his footsteps come up behind the couch.
"It's Kurt. Here. Talk to you later bro." Finn handed off the handset to Burt and meandered back to the hall.
"Kid, how's it going?" Kurt smiled and curled his knees up onto the window sill where he sat.
"Good." Burt nodded to himself.
"So uh, I thought I should just say... I mean, you're mature and I trust you to make the right decisions, but for what it's worth, I like the kid. He seems to make you happy."
Kurt smiled softly.
"He does."
"Good. Well, I just wanted to make sure my kid was in good hands." Burt joked. Kurt however, flushed from the centre of his chest, suddenly remembering where Flint's hands had been last night (everywhere, although over at least some clothing in the more...intimate regions).
"Yeah."
"So anything else going on? What's with the call?" Burt moved on absently, which Kurt was thankful for.
"Well, I got a call from Wes and Thad this morning, and I got a duet for regionals."
"That's great! Who are you singing with?"
"Blaine actually. It should be really great, and I'm so excited. We're going to meet up and start planning this afternoon"
"Well. I'm real proud of you Kurt. I can't wait to see you up on stage."
"So you are coming?" Burt scoffed.
"Of course I am! And don't tell Carole, but I'll totally be rooting for you guys over McKinley."
Kurt laughed.
"Okay. Our secret. But I should be heading off for lunch. I just wanted to tell you my good news."
"Go on and get your meal. I'm happy for you kid. Love you."
"Love you too dad."
"So you got the duet with Blaine, hunh?" Adam asked across the breakfast table, looking genuinely pleased for Kurt. He was buttering his toast extravagantly, and eyeing up the jars of jam in the centre of the table.
"Yeah." Kurt affirmed, sipping from his coffee. Flint tapped his arm, his face questioning.
"Hey, can I borrow some of your craft stuff soon? I totally wasn't kidding about the giant glitter sign." Kurt groaned. Flint really wasn't kidding.
"No. If you're going to embarrass me you can do it on your own dime thanks."
Adam laughed a bit, looking up as Blaine pulled out a chair and settled next to him. The other boys all grinned at each other, but it was Nick who spoke up.
"Sooooo Blaine. How was the date?" Blaine's head shot up.
"Oh. Um. Good." He smiled shyly, trying not to meet anyone's eyes.
Adam rolled his eyes.
"I have a better measure thanks..." He glanced around the room until his eyes found the wavy dark head he was looking for. "Devon! Hey! Cuz!"
"Oh god." Blaine groaned. His head buried into his hands.
"What?" Devon yelled back to his cousin.
"How was the date last night?" They all saw the bright flash of Devon's teeth as he smiled.
"So awesome!" Devon called back, biting his lip as he glanced at the rest of the table Adam was at. "Oh! Hey Blaine!"
Blaine's head rose up an he gave a halfhearted wave. But his voice was undoubtedly fond as he reluctantly returned the yell.
"Hi Dev."
The other boys laughed at his discomfort, but Blaine was determined to change the subject as soon as possible.
"So, what's everyone up to today?" Blaine inquired, taking in a huge spoonful of cereal.
"Practice, with you. And homework." Kurt supplied, taking pity on his friend.
"Dance." David sighed.
"So much dance. Facing the general wrath of Paul." Jeff added. "Which reminds me, we've got our recital next weekend."
"Cool. Do you still need me to wingman?" Flint asked. Kurt frowned.
"Am I missing something? Cause I'm pretty sure you have a girlfriend. In fact, I'm pretty sure she was here yesterday."
Flint grinned.
"Allie's parents are going to be here, from Namibia. And he's afraid of them, so I'm going to go and talk him up if I can. You can come too if you want. Plus you'll be able to see him and Dave dancing."
"There's nothing wrong with having a healthy respect for your girlfriend's parents." Jeff insisted, but Flint just snorted in laughter.
"You wore a three piece suit the first time you met them man." Jeff shrugged, looking a little cagey.
"So?"
"So you were meeting them on Skype."
There was a round of laughter and Jeff rolled his eyes.
"Fine. I'm completely petrified. Now will you be there or not?"
"You know I will." Flint assured him, and Jeff threw him a grateful look.
"So what are you up to today?" Flint turned to Kurt at his question.
"Oh, um...I'm going to run some errands, and I'm going to Bryant Park." Jeff looked away from his conversation he'd started with David and nudged Flint's arm sympathetically.
"Thanks man." Flint said quietly. Kurt shuffled forward in his chair, letting his voice drop down.
"Is there anything you want me to do?" Flint shook his head.
"No. I mean...I don't even know how its going to go until I get there."
"Okay. Well...I'll move up practice with Blaine, and that way I'll be free after four. If you want. I don't mind if you want time alone though. That's okay."
Flint reached out and quickly squeezed Kurt's hand.
"Thanks. I'll let you know."
Kurt was sitting on Blaine's bed, leaning forward towards Blaine in his seat at the desk.
"Okay...I have this idea...Don't laugh. " Blaine said a little nervously, his fingers tapping on the keyboard.
"If you say Katy Perry-"
He laughed at Kurt, and shook his head.
"No...not Perry. It's Buble. Haven't met you yet." Kurt sat back and thought about it for a minute.
"It's good. I mean...it's decent contrast to Raise Your Glass."
"And I've seen it changed a bit to be more ballady, which I think would be good. Here..." Blaine pulled up a video on his lap top of a girl singing the song.
"It's good." Kurt said once it had finished. "And that whole anthem theme...I think it works for that. Kinda...the whole waiting for real life to show up, but still taking hold of today message. I think it fits us, and the other guys as well."
Blaine nodded, smiling softly at the other boy.
"Yeah. Yeah, I get that."
Kurt heard his phone beep and pulled it out from between the couch cushions.
"Where are you?" He raised an eyebrow at Flint's message. It was nine o'clock. Kurt had been expecting him back at Dalton hours ago.
"Finishing up reading for history. Second floor dorm commons." He sent his reply, and went back to his book, his hearing piqued for the sound of Flint's heavy footsteps in the hall. When they arrived, he looked up cautiously, trying to gauge Flint's mood.
"Hi."
Flint smiled softly and Kurt's stomach started to recede from his throat.
"Hey. You busy?"
Kurt closed his book and laid it aside.
"Not really. Come sit." He patted the cushion beside him and Flint moved to sit down, peeling off his jacket. "So...how'd it go?" Kurt reached out, clasping Flint's near hand between his.
"Um...It was okay. It wasn't a bad day. As the beginning she actually recognized me. But then she was asking for my dad...it was a bit rough, but I wanted to stay as long as they let me...She's got this sundowning thing, where she usually gets worse at night, so at seven they made me leave. I was back to being the nice boy who plays piano by then though..." He shrugged and Kurt leaned his head on Flint's shoulder in support.
"And I stopped off to grab some food on the way. You weren't waiting for me were you? For dinner or anything?"
"No, I went with Blaine and David. I'm fine." Flint nodded.
"Okay..."
Kurt frowned heavily, his fingers playing on Flint's hand.
"What can I do for you? Anything? Or do you just want to go relax?"
Flint sighed, giving Kurt a grateful smile.
"Would you...I know you're probably getting tired of having me around, but could I stay in your room tonight? I like being near you...especially when things kinda suck."
Kurt stared back at him and Flint felt a stutter in his chest. Was he being too presumptuous to ask this? They'd slept over in Kurt's room last night. Maybe he wanted sometime alone.
"I mean, it's okay if you don't..." Kurt shook his head just slightly.
"No...just let me finish my work and I'll come upstairs."
Flint nodded. He stood up.
"I'm going to go hang out with Jeff for a while then. Let me know when you're done?"
"Kay. I'll probably be an hour or so."
Kurt had finished early and Flint had come over to watch an episode of Project Runway. He realized he may have been a bit too eager to curl up with Kurt on his bed when they stood up to get ready for bed, and Flint faltered.
"Crap. I totally forgot pyjamas."
"Just go back and get some." Kurt dismissed.
"I can't. Jeff socked up the door as soon as I left. He's got a skype date with Allie that requires...privacy." Flint shrugged. He plucked at his button down and looked back up.
"Can I borrow a shirt to sleep in?"
Kurt gave Flint a strange look.
"You're bigger than me. And I wear my clothes pretty tight. What makes you think I have anything that would fit you."
"I dunno. I thought maybe you might have something around. You haven't stolen anything of mine yet?" Flint grinned and peered into Kurt's closet.
"No. You haven't given me the chance. Anyways, it's too warm to be all covered up." Kurt teased, but his eyes didn't catch the other boy's. Flint was suspicious of his boyfriend's slight flush. He sidled up to him, pulling Kurt into his chest and running his knuckles over his arm.
Kurt ducked at the raised eyebrow and turned into Flint. He laid his head on Flint's shoulder, letting his fingers pick at the crisp cotton.
"Fine...I just...I like your chest, okay?" Kurt said awkwardly. Flint grinned.
"Okay."
"What do you mean..." Flint just loosened his arms and reached down, pulling his shirt off over his head in one go and tossing it at Kurt's desk. "Flint!"
He just grabbed Kurt and pulled him tight, squeezing as Kurt struggled a little against him.
"You're being ridiculous." Kurt broke free and crossed over to the other side of the room.
"You love my sexy chest. Don't fight it." Flint stepped towards him again, his arms wide open.
Kurt buried his face in his hands.
"You're so embarrassing!" Flint would have been worried if it weren't for the stifled giggles Kurt was releasing.
"Does this mean you'll sleep pantless, cause you've got a fantastic butt."
There was a derisive snort, but that just urged Flint towards an even more ridiculous expression.
Which apparently only prompted the rise of Kurt's haughty attitude.
Flint was still advancing on him playfully. Kurt put out his hands, pushing him back lightly. Flint stumbled back, and with his loss of balance, he flopped gracelessly onto the bed. But he was grinning widely.
"Kurt...c'mere!" Flint cajoled. "Don't be a tease."
Kurt bit his lip for a moment, wondering if what had just come to mind was really something he was willing to try. Flint was borderline pouting at this point.
At least, he was until Kurt started unbuttoning his shirt.
"Oh." Flint scrambled back, propping himself up in a sitting position.
"Is this...okay?" Kurt looked at him hesitantly, fingering a button near the bottom of his sternum.
"Oh...uh...uh hunh." Flint nodded. Kurt could see how his bared chest had started to rise and fall more quickly, and it spurred his own fingers back into action. Kurt carefully undid his shirtfront, glancing up at the other boy through his eyelashes after the last button was undone.
"Oh sweetheart." At the heavy tone that coloured Flint's voice, Kurt let the shirt slide down his arms, catching it by the ends of the sleeves and draping it over his desk chair. Standing in profile, Flint admired the slim line of Kurt's torso, the gentle form of his pants over his butt and legs. "You look so unbelievably good right now."
Kurt, feeling a swell of confidence, turned back to the bed and walked slowly and carefully towards it. His fingers moved as if to smooth his shirt, even though it was no longer there, and instead his thumbs fell to rest on his belt buckle. Flint's gaze flicked from Kurt's eyes to his waist and back up, licking his lips nervously.
"Yeah?" Kurt let his voice fall into breathier tones, toying a little before pulling the end of the belt out of the loops. He tugged it undone, and his fingers stalled on the button of his pants.
"Kurt." Flint's hands were clenching on his thighs, unable to move closer to Kurt without it being awkward for his leg. The other boy smiled coyly.
"Hey, patience baby." Kurt said, his voice soft and steadier than he felt. Swallowing back his nerves, Kurt flicked open the button and pulled down the fly. He was already turned on. And it was about to become even more obvious.
"Sweet thing..." It was the almost desperate whine in Flint's tone that let him push his pants over his hips and shimmy them down his legs. "Oh hell..."
Kurt let the trousers pool on the floor, and instead of just stepping out of them, he climbed out of them onto the bed. He crawled forwards, knees on either side of Flint's legs.
"Honey." Flint looked down at his boyfriend, his blue eyes hooded as he crawled up Flint's body. Flint reached out and wrapped his palm under Kurt's chin. He pulled him into a kiss. "C'mere, fu- please"
Kurt shifted up, sitting back on Flint's legs.
God. He was so exposed right now. He was kneeling on his bed, resting on a handsome boy's legs, naked except for his thin black boxer briefs. But he didn't feel nervous or embarrassed. He mostly just felt the heat from Flint's eyes, and a tiny burn of excitement deep in his chest.
"You know...you make me feel...desirable." Kurt murmured, reaching out and petting Flint's stomach lightly.
"You are desirable." Flint replied quickly. Kurt smiled bashfully and slid his arms around the boy's waist.
"I..." Kurt inhaled deeply as Flint's hands grasped his ribs. "I don't know how I ended up with you."
"Luck?" Flint laughed lightly, pecking Kurt's lips.
"No...You're so...Do you know that you're amazing? You do, right? I don't think I tell you as much as I should." Kurt said urgently, leaning in close and whispering against Flint's lips and the plane of his cheek. He pressed his forehead against the taller boy's and his hands crawled over his stomach and up to his chest.
"Kiss me." Flint demanded, his hand raising up to Kurt's jaw and pulling him in. Kurt's mouth moved over his, his head tilting for a better angle, his lips opening permissively. Flint slipped his tongue against Kurt's, enjoying the hot slide. Kurt was leaning forwards, shifting closer to Flint with each slick twist of their lips.
"Flint..." Kurt slipped away, kissing across his cheek to press his lips to Flint's neck. His hands rose up the other boy's chest, nails scraping slightly. There was a sharp, hard gasp as his thumb caught against Flint's nipple. Kurt's eyes shot up in surprise.
"Sorry...just...really sensitive." Flint ground out. His eyes rolled back as Kurt's nail pulled across it again. "Fuck. Do...keep doing that."
Kurt got an idea though. He spread his hands over Flint's broad chest, pushing the pads of his fingers through the path of dark hair over the centre. He ducked down his head and boldly laved his tongue over Flint.
"Kurt!" Flint groaned and his hands tugged Kurt forward roughly, into his lap.
"Oh!" Kurt's cry brought Flint's eyes to his, but there wasn't surprise or fear in his expression. His concern was wiped clear as Kurt's hands clasped around his neck. Their bare chests pressed together, and with a slight flick of Kurt's hips, Flint understood what had drawn the sound from the other boy.
"Gah." Flint gasped, feeling all of Kurt. Seriously, all of him.
"Yeah." Kurt murmured.
"Fuck. Kurt." Flint's hands dropped down to Kurt's hips and pressed him in closer. Kurt ground forward.
"Ah...Flint. Please. Closer." Kurt was panting slightly, resting his mouth against the other boy's neck. Flint's hips rose, his own crotch rubbing against Kurt's hard on. Kurt's thumb ran over his nipple again and he jerked up, making Kurt moan into his skin. "More. Please."
Kurt's arms pulled them closer together, hot and a little sweaty, but god...who cared right now? He hitched further forwards, pressing down into Flint's lap, his knees squeezing around the taller boy's hips. Kurt's breaths were coming in sharp pulls as Flint's hands rubbed his lower back. They shifted down over his arse and Flint encouraged him in grinding against him, pressing Kurt as close as he could.
"I wanna..." Flint panted, but he just ended up shaking his head against Kurt's shoulder, kissing his collarbone absently.
"You feel so..." Kurt tried himself, but was cut off as Flint's hands pressed and he rubbed against his boyfriend with the most amazing friction. "Uh. Baby. I...I think..."
"Kurt." Flint felt his boyfriend's fingers clench and scrape slight over his back and Kurt's breath hitch with the faintest hint of a cry. As he came down, Kurt started pressing soft, slightly sloppy kisses against Flint. He pulled back just enough to let his hand slip in between them, rubbing until Flint pushed into his hand sharply and his eyes clamped shut at the intensity. When his breathing started to even out, Kurt leaned in and kissed his lips.
Kurt could taste the tiny amount of blood in Flint's mouth from where he had bit his own lip to keep quiet. It tasted strange, but knowing that he had to work so hard to restrain himself from crying out was also kind of hot. He made sure his kisses were soft and soothing.
Flint hummed in contentment, his eyes hooded and heavy when he looked at Kurt.
"Hey."
"Hi. Are you okay? I mean, comfortable?" Kurt asked, his index finger tracing over the lines of bone and muscle of Flint's shoulders.
"Mmmmm." Flint shifted slightly, and they both moved to lay down on the bed. "I think amazing would be a good choice of words."
Kurt laughed, and while quickly, and very happily, reviewing their adventure, remembered something.
"Are you aware that you called me 'sweet thing'..." Kurt teased and Flint smiled. "Are you seriously going country on me?"
"Nah, not like that. I didn't tell you that my family's from South Carolina, did I? We go there in the summer sometimes, to my aunt's there. I guess it's my roots showing."
"So should I expect any more southern charm from you?"
Flint shrugged. His voice was a bit sleepy and he ground his cheek into the pillow.
"Y'all never know." He put a bit of a twang in his voice and Kurt broke out in laughter. "No good?"
Kurt shook his head.
"No. No good babe." He traced a spiral against Flint's side. "But...I don't mind. The name."
Flint peered down with a curious expression. Kurt looked into his eyes sincerely.
"I just...when things are getting...when its more about physical things... and then, you call me sweetheart, or sweet thing, or honey... it reminds me that you care about me."
"I do care about you." Flint insisted and Kurt pushed up to kiss between his furrowed brows.
"I know. It's just, I like that I can hear it and really...I feel it. It's just nice. And it just makes the hotness even better."
"I don't even know how that's possible." Flint smiled. Kurt knocked his hand against the other boy's arm. The shift reminded him of something and he grimaced.
"I'm going to get changed." Kurt murmured, rolling over and pulling open one of the drawers under his bed.
He felt Flint shift behind him and he was soon pressed up against his back, peering over his shoulder in the drawer.
"Please tell me that you have something stretchy enough to fit me." Kurt grinned at Flint's sudden distasteful look. "I mean, that was...amazing...but I wish I'd changed or had my pjs or something. I'm not sleeping in these boxers. It feels gross. And even if my pants weren't kinda...ruined...these ones are wool with no lining, and wearing them to bed commando would suck sooo hard." Kurt laughed loudly, clapping his hand over his mouth.
"Sorry. Not funny." He apologized, but it was clearly insincere. He rooted through the drawer, pulling out a pair of boxer briefs for himself and eventually a pair of pink sweat shorts. He held them over his shoulder to Flint who just stared at them.
"What are those?" Kurt glanced at him as he swung his legs to the floor.
"Oh. Mercedes left them at my house after a sleepover. I must have tossed them in with some laundry or something."
Flint shook his head.
"Don't you have anything else? I don't want to have everything hanging out in your friend's pyjamas. It's weird."
Kurt waved it off.
"She hasn't asked for them back, so she won't miss them. Just put them on. I'm going to go change." Kurt slipped into the bathroom, and Flint groaned. He stood up from the bed, unsteadily, and with a nervous glance at the bathroom door, pulled off his trousers and underwear, rolling it up so nothing showed. He pulled on the pink sweat shorts with a grimace and flopped onto the bed again.
"Are you decent?" Kurt's voice called out from the bathroom.
"I think I'd be more comfortable being completely exposed." Flint frowned, adjusting slightly. The shorts fit. Kinda. They were pretty tight on his thighs. And the crotch. Okay, pretty much everywhere. But Kurt didn't seem to have much sympathy. He just grabbed Flint's clothes and tossed them into the hamper with his own underwear.
"I'm doing laundry tomorrow. I'll just wash your stuff with mine. So just wear the shorts. It's just for the night." Kurt scolded as he shut the hamper lid. "'Cause if you end up naked in my bed, we'll never get any sleep." Kurt totally intended it to just be a murmur to himself. But when he glanced over his shoulder Flint's huge grin told him he'd failed at being quiet enough.
"Please don't tell me you heard that."
"Who's afraid of the naked boyfriend?" Flint teased, but his ears and cheeks were a bit red. They'd gotten close to naked so far, but neither of them had yet seen the other completely undressed. And as much as he wanted to just let go, Flint was pretty sure that after grinding against his boyfriend's cock til he'd come, tonight probably wasn't the night to cross that boundary yet. Or maybe it was the perfect night. No. No. He shook his head out at thoughts of his boyfriend naked and focused on the waves of sleep lapping at the edge of his thoughts.
"C'mere." Flint eventually said firmly, laying down and opening his arms.
Kurt crossed the room and folded gracefully onto the bed, rolling into his embrace. He kissed Flint's chin and tucked his head underneath.
"G'Night."
"Night sweet thing." Flint replied. He smiled into Kurt's soft hair at the light little chuckle that the other boy breathed out. Yeah. He could get used to this.
Flint glanced out of the doorway, making sure there was no one up and around yet. It was Monday morning, but it was six am after all.
"I'll see you at breakfast." He whispered back to Kurt, who just waved him off and buried his face in the pillows. Flint took a deep breath, and shutting the door behind him first, took off down the hallway, shuffling as quietly as he could manage.
He almost skidded across the smooth hardwoods at the corner to his hall, and hurried to his own door. He pulled his key feverishly from the pocket of his oxford that he had slipped back on. He jiggled it in the stubborn lock, and he finally pushed open the door, sliding in with a bit of an accidental, but relieved slam. Jeff's head popped up from his covers. His voice was teasing and sleepy.
"Hey stud. Two nights in a row is pret- what the hell are you wearing?" Jeff crowed suddenly as the blear in his eyes cleared and he caught sight of his roommate. Flint just glared at him and climbed into his bed.
"Sleep shorts. Feck off."
"They really work with your complexion."
"I'm going to kill you in your sleep." Flint returned, pulling one of his pillows over his head and clamping it down against Jeff's chuckle.
