A/N-Shorter chapter, but less time between them...Lemme know how you think the Flirt is going! Enjoy!


"Well you look nice." Kurt observed when Flint appeared at his door Friday night. Flint stuck his thumbs in a pair of slate blue and brass suspenders and smiled.

"Thanks. Thought I'd make an effort for a nice night out." Kurt frowned slightly.

"I'm going to have to redo my outfit so we don't clash." He glanced over Flint again and dove into his drawers.

"I've got a forest green top that is just the right tone..." Kurt carefully pushed aside some knitted pieces before pulling out the one he was looking for. "So, Jeff's excited? What kind of dance is he doing?"

Flint looked up from perusing the top of Kurt's dresser.

"He is primarily ballet, but he does some modern and like...jazz I guess?"

"Is he good? I mean, I've seen him in Warblers, but not actually dancing." Kurt pulled the soft merino polo neck top over his head, quickly ducking into the mirror to fix his hair.

"Yeah. He's actually pretty amazing. He got an offer to go to an arts school a couple years ago in Seattle, but he didn't want to be so far from his family cause his mom was sick. David'll be performing too. And Allie."

"Oh, is she going to come out afterwards? I didn't get much of a chance to talk to her last time she was over."

Flint wrinkled his nose.

"I have no idea. It depends on how dinner went with her parents and how the show goes tonight."

Kurt nodded, not quite sure what was going on between Jeff and Allie's parents, and not wanting to ask why their relationship was at risk. He just grabbed one of his watches off the top of the dresser and strapped it on, before going for his coat.

"Well come on. Don't want to be late then." Kurt determined, reaching for Flint's hand. "Let's take your car. It's easier to park."


"So, do we know anyone here?" Kurt asked, glancing around absently. They had arrived a few minutes early, picking up tickets from the box office and checking their coats, and were waiting for the lights to flash before they went in to their seats.

"A few indirectly? It's mostly family. Jeff's parents are coming tomorrow night...uh...Those two over there by the stairs? That's David's dad and his new wife. And over there by the door is David's mom. I'm surprised they're all here on the same night. Dave usually tries to prevent them from being in the same room. We learned at parent's night last year that they're screamers when they fight. Poor Dave. And those are Allie's parents." Flint whispered, nodding towards the bar in the theatre lobby.

The couple Flint pointed out were striking. They were both tall and upright, with dark complexions.

"Her dad works for a division of one of the mining companies that operates back in Namibia, so they don't get over here very often."

"Her mom is gorgeous." Kurt commented, admiring the neat glossy braids held back by a sparkling enamelled comb.

"Yeah, Allie really takes after her. But her dad is super strict. It's a good thing for Jeff that he's usually out of the country." Kurt caught a glimpse of the man's face, strong-browed with serious eyes.

"I think you're right."

Flint bit his lip and turned to Kurt.

'Okay, you know how I promised to wingman for Jeff? Dyou mind playing along? I could really use your help."

Kurt raised an intrigued eyebrow.

"What's the problem?"

"Jeff got paired with Larissa, who is Allie's nemesis basically, to do what is apparently a fairly racy kinda modern number. And he just met them in person for the first time tonight, and he's really nervous about making a good impression. So I kinda want to casually have them find out for sure that Jeff really really has no interest in Larissa."

"Ah. Well versed in this kind of drama. This is totally old hat for me. Come on." Kurt headed determinedly towards the bar, leaving Flint to follow in his wake.

Kurt stopped at the bar next to Allie's parents, reaching for a glass and the water jug.

"So, who is Jeff dancing with tonight? He mentioned he had a group piece, but is he in anything else?" Flint smiled at him and pulled out the program.

"He's got a partner dance for his first piece and a solo later on."

"He never said anything about a solo." Kurt toned his voice to seem impressed. He was, of course, but he was definitely playing it up a little."Who is he dancing with?"

Flint sighed, rolling his eyes comically at Kurt.

"Larissa Perez."

"Oh. Wasn't she the one Jeff doesn't get along with?"

"Yeah. He says she's just very disrespectful of Allie. He wasn't pleased when he found out that he was paired with her."

Kurt nodded, taking a sip of water and shaking his head.

"Well that is unfortunate, but he is too polite to say anything. You know Jeff. Paul is the teacher, and if he thought it was the best thing to do for the show, Jeff would respect that."

Flint nodded, but couldn't help a little hidden smirk to Kurt. They both looked up as the lights dimmed for a moment.

"I guess we should go and find our seats." Kurt noticed the glance that the couple gave them as they walked away, the woman leaning in towards her partner and speaking quietly. He looked at Flint and winked.

"Think we overdid it?" Flint grinned. Kurt shrugged.

"Possibly. But it looks like they might have bitten anyways."


Kurt came back from the washroom at the intermission and saw Flint standing ramrod straight, his hands clasped behind his back, next to Allie's parents.

He stepped up beside them, keeping a safe distance between himself and Flint and waited a moment for a pause in the conversation.

"Did you want anything to drink Flint?" Flint looked at him gratefully, but shook his head.

"I'm fine, thank you. Kurt, these are the Frederiks. They are Allie's parents. She's the young lady from Everett Vauxhall that Jeff spoke of the other day. Mr. and Mrs. Frederiks, this is Kurt Hummel. He's a fellow student at Dalton with Jeff and myself."

"Nice to meet you Mr. Hummel." Kurt tried to answer the tall man's handshake as firmly as possible, and bowed his head politely to the woman.

"It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance sir. Jeff has only lovely things to say about your daughter. She is a very talented dancer as well."

The woman smiled.

"Thank you Kurt. She works very hard."

"I hate to interrupt your conversation, but Flint, we need to go check in with Adam. We told him that we'd call him at intermission about meeting us for coffee."

"Right." Flint turned back to the couple, reaching out to shake hands and bow just slightly. "So sorry to have to go, but it has been a pleasure to meet you."

"You too young man." Allie's father nodded and put a hand to his wife's back, guiding her back towards the bar as Kurt and Flint fled into the entranceway.

"Holy crap. Jeff is an absolute saint." Flint breathed. "That man is terrifying!"

"He seems nice enough." Flint looked skeptical.

"You only spoke to him for like, a minute. I was there for ten minutes on my own. I think Allie's dad could castrate a guy by the power of thought."

Kurt rolled his eyes, turning to look out the glass doors.

"Whatever. You're ridiculous."

Flint just grinned and slipped his hands in his pockets, stepping up closer to Kurt.

"You like it. Don't deny it." He had opened his mouth the retort when he was cut off.

"Psst. Loverboys." Kurt and Flint looked at each other, trying to figure out where the hiss had come from.

"Hey, guys!" Flint looked over his shoulder and saw a blond head peeking cautiously out of one of the steel fire doors. They both hurried over.

"Everything okay?" Jeff's face was lit up. He also had on a lot of eyeliner, but Kurt decided not to point that out right now.

"Okay? No. It's great! Allie just got a text from her parents. I don't know what you said or did man, but he is letting me take Allie out with us for coffee. She was like...stunned. He's never let her go out without them or her girl friends when he was visiting."

Flint just shrugged off the appreciation and Jeff laughed happily.

"I'm so glad they're okay with me. Allie was really nervous too. She kept joking about getting shipped to a convent school, and I got the impression it wasn't a totally unreasonable fear."

Flint snorted in amusement and Kurt laughed in response.

"Awesome man."

Jeff nodded, pushing back his heavily gelled and sprayed hair that was so uncharacteristically off of his forehead.

"Okay, I gotta get back stage again, but I'll talk to you guys after the show. And I'm buying both your coffees tonight. Bah!" Jeff kinda spazzed a bit at the end, letting out all the stress that remained from the last week. "See you soon!"


"Okay, Jeff is really good." Kurt admitted as they stepped out from the theatre into the lobby again. "And I can honestly say that I never expected David to be so badass."

Flint grinned. The second half had been much better than the first, if only because they weren't waiting with unhappy anticipation for Jeff to dance with Larissa. In the second act Jeff had done his solo, mixing ballet and modern, and while it was a bit weird to see ridiculous, emo-scene haired Jeff moving so gracefully and powerfully, it had been impressive. And then David had broken out with some kind of hip hop, breaking, gymnastic mix which had straight up dropped Kurt's jaw. Even after having been part of the Cheerios.

"I know...I guess Warblers are all just full of surprises." Flint knocked Kurt's shoulder gently before glancing over towards a set of black doors. "Here, wait for a second, I'm just going to run back stage and tell Jeff we'll meet him at the coffee shop. I'll be right back."

Kurt leaned against the wall, watching the crowd mill around, seeing flowers being passed to several of the girls appearing from the stage doors with their hair still pulled severely back and heavy eyeliner.

"You waiting for someone?" Kurt looked up and saw a slight, sinewy boy with slick black hair had settled next to him.

"Yeah, he just went to check with some of our friends backstage."

"Who do you know in the show?" The boy angled towards him, leaning his shoulder against the wall.

"Um, Jeff Shapiro and David Morton."

"Oh, you go to Dalton then?"

"Yes."

"I'm surprised you aren't trying to talk to some of the girls. You guys are always hanging out with them whenever you get the chance."

"Yeah, um, not really my scene." Kurt said, giving the other boy a bit of a smile and a shrug. He noticed that the boy's smile widened considerably.

"Me either. Matt Brock." He held out his hand and shook Kurt's, his fingers squeezing a bit longer than necessary.

"Kurt." Kurt pulled his hand back and slipped his fingers into his pocket. Was Matt...

"So. I'm guessing you don't dance, cause I haven't seen you around. You definitely have a dancer's body though." Matt let his eyes sweep quickly over Kurt, shifting a little bit closer.

"Are you flirting with me?" Kurt stumbled out, almost disbelieving. Matt stopped, seemingly startled by Kurt's bluntness, but quickly regrouped.

"Are you interested?" Matt raised his eyebrows, smoothing back his hair with one hand and motioning towards Kurt's arm with the other. Kurt pulled back a little, smiling apologetically.

"I'm flattered, really, but...I'm kinda waiting for my boyfriend." Matt frowned.

"Serious boyfriend?"

Kurt smiled, glancing over towards the stage door.

"Yeah. Pretty serious."

"Damn. Well, if you ever break up, ask one of your friends for my number." Matt pushed up off the wall and shot Kurt another smile. "See you around Kurt."


Flint was moving towards Kurt through the crowd and saw the dark haired guy chatting quietly before he pushed off the wall and walked away. Flint sidled up, only kind of intentionally using his body to block off Kurt from the crowd.

"Hey. Jeff said he'll be out in ten, so I figured we could just wait if that's okay."

Kurt just smiled and wrapped his arm around Flint's waist, leaning his head on his shoulder. Flint felt a little silly about being so defensive and relaxed, opening up his stance.

"Everything okay? Who was that guy you were talking to?" Kurt tilted his face up to look at him.

"Matt, apparently."

"What'd he want?" Kurt bit his lip for a moment. He didn't really know if Flint was jealous, beyond their issues with Blaine, and he really didn't want to ruin the evening.

"He was...flirting with me." Flint seemed to huff a little and Kurt watched his face for his reaction.

"That's kind of rude."

"Well, he was obviously one of the dancers on stage all night, so I don't think he would of seen us. I don't think that he knew we were together." Flint frowned and Kurt thought quickly. "I told him though. Definitively."

"Okay. You know I do trust you Kurt, I just...don't like other guys scamming on my boyfriend." Flint admitted, though his tone was good-natured.

Kurt looked up at Flint. He was much more handsome than Matt, but even if he hadn't been, Kurt wouldn't have thought about messing with the other boy. There was something in Flint's gaze, in his voice and his hands that made Kurt feel...well, amazing. And he certainly wasn't about to screw that up if he had anything to do with it.

"Believe me honey, you don't have anything to worry about." Kurt said quietly. Flint felt his chest tighten and release in a warm flood.

"Kurt." Flint's low tone hit Kurt in the gut and Flint saw his eyes flicker up to his face.

He wanted to do this. Screw the crowd and the nerves and his self-conciousness and everything else. This once, he would just forget them and remember that Kurt wanted to be with him. He moved his hand up to Kurt's jaw and leaned in, pulling him into a kiss.

"Babe." Kurt murmured, looking into his eyes and giving a bemused smile as he pressed another kiss against Flint's lips. "What's the occasion?"

Flint eased back, grabbing Kurt's hand.

"You? Me? General awesomeness?" Kurt laughed, giving the other boy a wide, happy smile.

"Works for me. Come on. Let's go get our coats while we wait for Jeff and David."

He tugged the hand in his own palm and Flint trailed him towards the entrance, squeezing back to signal his contentment.