A/N- So thanks for those who encouraged the Devon and Blaine. I am growing fond of them to be honest, even though there isn't much of them in this chapter. As it is full of FLIRT. SO much FLIRT.

CUDDLESLOTH! Apparently it's been brought into the real world as well as verbified. That makes me happy x a bajillion. It's also super fun to say. Try it!

For those who want to give Devon some love? Blaine's okay with hugs for his guy...as long as no one tells Devon that he called him that. That would be embarrassing. Dev's such a sweetie and everyone deserves some love, especially when they're feeling a little shakey. I also like Bevon as their name together for primarily Torchwood related reasons.

P.S. My little icon thing is a picture of Devon now if anyone is curious. I'll likely be putting up new ones of OCs and such with each chapter for the next while.

Enjoy!


"Kurt! It's fine. It's great actually! Fantastic! Can we stop now?"

"No, Blaine, just because you're perfect doesn't mean everyone is! I was sharp. Was I sharp? It sounded like I was."

Blaine let his head fall to the lid of the piano.

"At least go get some water. You're going to wear your throat raw. And mine."

Kurt huffed, snatching his bottle of the top of the piano. As his stomps receded into the hall, Blaine pulled out his phone and texted as quickly as he could.


Flint opened the text and laughed, tossing his phone over to Jeff and Adam.

"What is it?"

"Message from Blaine. "Help! Kurt's gone crazy."" Jeff read out. Flint was already pulling his blazer on.

"I'll be back later."


"I promise you kid, I give so much mo- Kurt. What is it this time?"

Flint heard Blaine's voice cut out right after Kurt's halted abruptly. He also heard the exasperation.

And the slightly manic tint to Kurt's response.

"I think we should go back to your arrangement. Mine sounds awful."

"Kurt. Yours sounds great. It works for us. We just don't have the backup. Once all the other guys are with us it's going to sound amazing."

"I think it sounds pretty good already." Flint contributed, leaning against the doorway. The two boys turned sharply at his voice.

Blaine looked relieved.

Kurt just looked stressed out.

"Flint. What are you doing here? Did we have plans? I don't really have time..." Flint limped forwards, having abandoned his crutches back in his room. His armpits were killing him, and his leg itself didn't hurt so much anymore.

"I am here to drag you away."

"But Regionals are on-"

"Saturday. I know. But singing until you lose your voice isn't going to help."

Flint sidled up next to Kurt on the piano bench as smoothly as he could. He reached out and tugged Kurt's lapels softly.

"You need to relax. You're over-thinking everything."

Blaine rolled his eyes. That was the understatement of the year.

But at least Kurt seemed to be wavering now.

"Well. I guess...we can always get some extra time in tomorrow if we have to..." Kurt admitted, his hands rising up to hang from Flint's wrists. "Fine."

Kurt let Flint pull him up lightly by his blazer, leaning in to kiss his forehead.

"Sorry to steal him away Blaine." Flint smiled back at the other boy, who was closing the piano lid. Blaine just pressed his hands together in a gesture of thankfulness.

A knock on the door made them all turn towards the exit. Devon's head was peeking in.

"Heeeeey." He frowned a little, looking confused and curious. "Um, Blaine...Adam said you wanted to talk to me?"

"Uh." Blaine stammered slightly, clearly confused at the turn of events. Flint smiled at the boy.

"Come on in Devon. Kurt and I were just leaving."

Blaine's mouth dropped for a moment before Flint grabbed Kurt's hand and looked over his shoulder to wink at him.

He glared back sharply but Flint just smiled and headed for the door.

"See you guys later. C'mon Kurt."


Kurt let Flint into his room ahead of him, but was the first to flop down on his bed.

"Tired?"

Kurt hummed deep in his throat and rolled onto his back. Flint sat down on the edge and leaned over, planting his hand on the bed beside Kurt's chest.

"You nervous about your and Blaine's duet?"He shrugged at Flint's question.

"Are you sure you didn't go a little crazy with the practising and lose your voice?"

"I'm not that bad!" Kurt argued, frowning as he poked his finger at the other boy's chest.

"If I tell you something, dyou promise not to do anything about it?"

Kurt looked a little apprehensive, but nodded.

"Blaine texted me to come get you before you killed him."

"Seriously?"Kurt huffed.

Flint just smiled.

"Also, Adam totally lied to Devon. Blaine had no idea he was coming." Flint managed to get a laugh out of Kurt with this, and he clumsily hauled the rest of his body onto the bed.

Kurt let out a pained groan at the impact of Flint's weight on top of him.

"Ugh! Babe, get off. You're crushing me." Kurt's hands pushed at his chest and Flint shifted to let himself slide onto the mattress. He shimmied down slightly too, resting his chin on Kurt's chest to look up at him.

"Wanna makeout and take a nap before Warblers night? Wes and Thad are using some of the club funds to order in, so we won't even miss dinner or anything."

Kurt's hands rose up and draped in a loose loop behind the other boy's neck.

"That actually sounds nice. But remind me to apologize to Blaine for apparently going diva-crazy on him."

"Hmmm. Later." Flint insisted, rolling his head to the side to watch Kurt from under his lashes. "Kiss please?"

Kurt ran one of his hands through Flint's hair, dropping them to pull of Flint's glasses.

"I like you in your glasses. They're very hot nerdesque." Kurt posed, looking at the thick frames for a minute before folding them carefully and placing them on the bedside table.

When he looked back to Flint he was almost pouting and it made Kurt slip out a little giggle.

"C'mere."

Kurt pulled himself up slightly to peck Flint's lips once and twice.

"Yay." Flint murmured, following Kurt down has he relaxed back. Their kisses were light and playful pecks that lasted a little longer each time. "I love makeout time."


"Welcome to the pre-Regionals chillout." Wes announced, standing in front of the other boys. "It's good to see that everyone has followed the strict pyjamas only dress code."

"Now." Thad moved in next to him, clasping his hands together. "We will be watching Starship Troopers, and everyone is required to eat at least two pieces of pizza...Kurt, I'm looking at you."

"Hey!" Kurt retorted, but Thad ignored him and continued on.

"So relax. Or else. Have fun guys!"

Flint and Kurt settled into the couch, the privacy of a large duvet letting Flint be more liberal with his affection. He dug his hand under Kurt's sleep-shirt to rest on the warm smooth skin of his stomach. Kurt felt the muscles of his abs flutter under his touch and looked up at his boyfriend.

"What are you up to for the next couple days?" He asked, laying his hand over Flint's through the fabric of his top.

Flint screwed up his face in thought for a moment.

"I've got a quiz in geography. And I've got a doctor's appointment on Friday. I forgot to tell you! I'm getting a boot cast! Jeff and I are really excited."

Kurt wrinkled up his nose.

"Jeff?"

"He's tired of having to tape my foot into a garbage bag every time I want to have a decent shower."

"Am I ever." Jeff added from the floor.

Kurt thought back quickly.

"Wait, what did you do when you had a shower in my room?"

Flint gave him a sheepish smile.

"I had to stand one leg in-one leg out and sort of wrap the shower curtain around me?"

"Right. Of course you did."

"And why exactly were you taking a shower at Kurt's?" Jeff said loudly.

A chorus of 'oohs' ran around the room and Flint's ears lit up.

"Yeah, well you'd been in ours for over half an hour, and I was tired of waiting. What were you doing in there?" Flint made up his excuse quickly in order to shoot back.

Jeff grinned in a way that made Flint instantly regret trying to get smart with him.

"Wanking." The steady beat of boys' laughter broke out across the room, almost drowning out Kurt's response.

"Jeff!" Kurt scolded, looking faintly scandalized. "Way too much."

Jeff just shot the two of them a toothy smile.

"Flint knows better than to duel with me. Blame him."

"You suck." Flint shot back, before they were all shushed by the rest of the room.


Regionals was exciting. The Warblers were up second, so they were already backstage at the beginning of the show. Flint hobbled slightly down the aisle way, still getting used to the new cast he had gotten the day before.

"Flint!" He looked up at his name- he was pretty sure it was for him, his name wasn't that common- and saw Allie waving from a few rows down.

He slipped into the seat she had saved.

"Hey. You excited?"

"Definitely."

"Hey. It's Flint, right?" Flint looked up at the tall boy who had interrupted them and recognized him right away.

"Hey. Finn. How's it going?" He shook hands with the other boy, remembering to introduce Allie as well, before Finn frowned.

"Why aren't you in uniform. Or backstage? You guys are on in like...five minutes." Flint tugged at his pant leg slightly to show off his cast.

"Can't do the choreo in this giant boot. I'm sitting this one out for the team."

"That sucks." Flint grinned a bit and nodded.

"Yeah, I've had to switch over to cheering section." Finn glanced around him to his seat and drew his eyebrows together.

"Dude. What is that?"

"Sign for Kurt." He laughed, knowing without looking that Finn was staring at the fluorescent pink roll of bristol board on the floor.

"He's gonna kill you."

"In my own defence, I did warn him. But yeah, you're probably right."

Finn laughed.

"You're pretty cool. You should come around the house more often. And bring Kurt too. We miss him." Finn joked awkwardly. A call came from the matched up group across the aisle, the New Directions crowd, and Finn looked over his shoulder before he shifted to leave.

"Hey, well, I hope you guys do good. I guess I'll see you later." Finn ducked back into his aisle as the lights dimmed down, and Allie tugged him back into his seat.

"Sign time!" She grabbed her own. Once Flint had let it slip that he was really going to make one, she had insisted on making one for Jeff as well.

As the main curtain rose, they both let out a round of cat calls, making the crowd turn and break out into tittering giggles.


In the far wings, Kurt and Blaine stood waiting for their entrance cue.

"Oh god. Who gave him glitter glue?" Kurt muttered. Blaine looked at him questioningly and Kurt's nodded directed him to the section of the crowd where Allie and Flint were holding up bright, glittery, bold signs that said "Kurt= Awesome" and "I LUV JEFF."

"I like them." Jeff said with a grin, waving out at Allie.

"Shut up." Kurt groaned. "They really don't need the encouragement."

"Alright guys. Showtime!" Wes hissed, pushing the two lines of Warblers forwards. They filed out behind the smoke screen, intersecting with the two lines David was leading from the other side and snapping sharply into place. The grey screen rose up, the lights flooded onto them, and their voices rose together in the silent room.


Later that night, with the defeated Warblers really not in the mood to party or prolong the already tiring day, Kurt and Flint found themselves in Kurt's dorm room, enjoying the quiet.

Kurt's hands traced mirror paths over Flint's chest.

"You were amazing up there." Flint said quietly, just letting his hands hover on Kurt's waist.

Kurt traced a heart slowly over the other boy's breastbone.

"I'm sorry you couldn't sing with us."

Flint just shrugged a bit sadly.

Kurt tucked his head in next to his and nuzzled his nose against Flint's ear. When he spoke, Flint's chest burned at the wet touch of tongue against his skin.

"Anything I can do to make you feel better?"

"I can think of a few things." Flint returned. He turned his head sharply and caught Kurt's lips in his own. Kurt tipped his head back, not having to say a word for Flint to know what he wanted. Flint's tongue licked short, slow stripes up Kurt's neck, scraping slightly over the taught lines of his tendons. He sucked softly on Kurt's earlobe for a change of sensation before shifting down to the pulse buried under his jaw.

"Oh god." Kurt moaned. "Flint. Honey. Tell me what you want."

Flint couldn't really think right now so he just did. His hands slid down Kurt's body and gripped his hips, pulling him tight to his chest so that Kurt's leg slipped between his. He couldn't help grinding forwards a little. Kurt's breath was sucked in hard and Flint managed to finally spit something out.

"I just want you."

"You've got me." Kurt returned without even thinking. They stood there, panting for a moment, before Kurt's hands started yanking at Flint's shirt.

"Best idea ever." Flint murmured, weaving his hands between Kurt's frantic arms to tug off his uniform tie. His shirt was already hanging open and he tried to pull it off, only to be foiled by his cuff buttons. He fumbled at them helplessly for a moment before just sticking both hands out.

"Kurt! Help." Kurt laughed at him, but willing undid the buttons. He faced his own problem though, as Flint bypassed buttons completely and grabbed Kurt's shirt from the bottom, yanking it up. He squawked as his head got stuck inside it, horribly ruffling his hair and getting caught on his ears.

"Flint! Gah. Easy!" The shirt finally slid off and Flint dropped it to the floor. Kurt was willing to forgive him though, when Flint's lips slipped reverently over his collarbone.

"Hey babe, I'm supposed to be making you feel better." Kurt teased, easing Flint away as he peeled off the t-shirt his boyfriend was wearing. Kurt gently ran blunt nails over the exposed skin, the way he knew Flint liked.

"Yeah, but- hmmm- I like making you feel good." Kurt smiled softly, lifting his hands up around Flint's neck and twisting his fingers in the soft hair at the nape.

"You say the most wonderful things."

"You make it easy." Flint returned. Kurt dove in for a hot, twisting, deep kiss that the other boy returned eagerly. Flint felt his heart swell and drop into his stomach when Kurt's hands dragged down his chest. His index fingers slipped in behind the button, tugging at it slightly before he slipped it through the buttonhole with his thumbs. One hand moved to pull down the zipper, while the other hooked into a belt loop and was immediately tugging. Flint sort of shimmied a little to help them down before they came off completely and he stepped out of them.

"My turn." He grinned at Kurt and dropped down to his bare knees. His hands fumbled, but with a few tugs, Kurt was down to his boxer briefs and undershirt. He rose up slowly, taking Kurt's shirt with him, and moving in to kiss the exposed skin that appeared. Kurt squirmed slightly and giggled when Flint pressed his lips just below his belly button.

"Ticklish?" Flint grinned, his chin pressed against Kurt's stomach as he looked up with a teasing smile. Kurt rolled his eyes, his hands still stroking at Flint's hair, and shrugged. "I'll keep that in mind."

Flint rose up and stared the other boy down playfully for a moment.

"Bed?" Kurt offered, raising his eyebrow in question.

"Awesome." Flint noted the arms around his neck, and with a wily grin, bent down slightly and hitched Kurt up so his face was level with Flint's and his feet hung just off the ground. He took the few steps to the bed clumsily and let Kurt slip to the floor and fall back onto the bed. He rose up on his elbows with a disgruntled look.

"Hey! Just cause you're bigger doesn't mean you get to throw me around."

"I think I just did." Flint teased, watching Kurt lean back willingly as he stood around his legs.

"Whatever. Get down here Hulk." Flint eased his way onto the bed and Kurt shuffled over to make space.

"You were amazing, you know that? You blew away everyone who heard you today." Flint said softly. Kurt kissed him.

"I still want to hear you. You know, its weird actually. How have I never hear you sing by yourself?" Flint shrugged.

"I would do it if you asked."

Kurt pulled back from Flint.

"Will you?"

"I just said-"

"No. Right now. Sing to me?"

"What, right now?" Flint's voice fell softly, sounding a bit unsure. "I haven't even had a chance to practice anything, and...I just..."

Kurt looked at him steadily and Flint sighed.

"I just, I feel really...exposed...when I sing by myself. At least if I had some warning I could get a backing track or some piano or guitar or something." Flint's discomfort manifested itself as he crossed his arms over his bare chest tightly.

Kurt frowned.

"What if I was exposed too? Would you be more comfortable knowing we were on equal footing?"

Flint just shrugged.

"You're so comfortable on the stage. Singing by yourself is no big deal for you."

"Maybe not. But I have other...issues...things I'm unsure of about myself."

"What could you even be insecure of?" Flint scoffed, making Kurt's cheeks flush slightly.

"Well...my body. I'm skinny and bony and pale. I don't like my nose much and my feet are too big."

"You are gorgeous sweetheart-" Kurt pushed past the compliment to continue his argument.

"And you have a beautiful voice. I know you do. So...You let me hear you...and I'll let you see me. If you want."

Flint snorted slightly, shaking his head.

"Believe me. I totally want." Kurt smiled shyly at the affirmation. He looked up at Flint through the fringe of his eyelashes. The slightest twitch of a nod got him to move again.

He reached down the bed and pulled up the covers, over their bodies and over their heads.

"It's just us, right?" Kurt asked, as much reconfirming it for himself as for Flint.

"Yeah. Just us." Flint leaned in and kissed the other boy, shutting his eyes tightly to summon up his courage. He felt a shuffling movement and when he opened his eyes, Kurt was biting his lip as he slipped the soft cotton down his legs. Their bodies were still hidden by the valleys of the sheet, but the fact that this boy, this...amazing gorgeous funny smoking hot boy... was naked next to him pushed Flint to action.

"Okay. Okay, um. So you sang Buble tonight, and I'm gonna return the favour okay?" Flint stumbled out. He looked at Kurt, who was flushing deeply with embarrassment and nerves. "Hey. You okay?"

Kurt nodded.

"Just feeling a little exposed." He returned with a small smile. His hand rose up and pressed to Flint's chest, waiting patiently.

"Okay..." Flint took a deep breath and let out a hum to start up his vocal chords. He didn't want to start off a song by having his voice cracking.

Kurt could feel Flint's good foot start tapping out a rhythm against his cast, listening to the soft sounds of exhalation before Flint finally started to hum out a melody.

"You're a falling star, you're the getaway car, you're the line in the sand, when I go too far..."

Kurt couldn't help the smile bloom across his face. Yes, the song was amazing, but Flint's voice, finally hearing it on its own rather than as part of the group. It was warm and steady and solid, and while it didn't have the standout or showstopper quality that his or Blaine's voice did, it was perfect for Flint.

Flint felt himself relaxing a little by the next verse. He had listened to this song a lot when he was away with his family, on the plane and when he had to sit in the lodge with his injury. And it always reminded him of Kurt.

"And you play it coy, but it's kinda cute. When you smile at me you know exactly what you do." He raised an eyebrow at Kurt, who couldn't bring himself to deny the accusation. "Sweetheart, don't pretend, that you don't know its true. Cause you can see it when I look at you."

And right now? Kurt could see it as Flint steadily sang through the chorus.

"You're every minute of my everyday...And I can't believe-" Flint reached out at this and pushed back the hair that had fallen in Kurt's eyes. It was a fond, soft gesture that Kurt leaned into, turning to press a kiss to the heel of Flint's hand. "-Oh that I'm your man. And I get to kiss you baby just because I can."

He hummed the next few lines, as he had leaned in to press a kiss to Kurt's mouth.

"And in this crazy life, and through these crazy times, it's you, it's you. You make me sing." Flint rolled his eyes at this and Kurt smiled. "You're every line, you're every word, you're everything..." Flint trailed off, slowly ending the song with a hum. His face scrunched up slightly as he looked to Kurt for his judgement.

"You have a beautiful voice. Thank you." Flint smiled bashfully.

"That song makes me think of you." He admitted and Kurt laughed.

"I can tell. Still feel exposed?"

"Not as much..." Flint admitted, kissing Kurt's hand where he had drawn it up between them.

Kurt slipped his hand free and gave the other boy a challenging look.

"Well. Then I think we might have to level the playing field again."

"How- Oh!" Flint's eyes went wide with realization and his pupils dilated as Kurt's hands slipped under the waistband on his shorts and pulled them down low enough that his and Flint's legs and feet could finish the job.

"I'm all for fair play." Flint murmured before surging forwards to kiss Kurt and press their completely bared skin against each other.


Flint flopped onto the bed, readjusting his boxers on his waist and drying his hands on the sheet. Kurt shot him a look as he dropped the rinsed out washcloth they had used to clean each other up into the hamper. He had pulled his own boxer briefs back on and was wearing Flint's "Kurt H. is my BF" shirt, which he kept hidden away at all other times. When he returned to the bed, Flint smiled up at him.

"New favourite activity in life. Naked grinding. Best thing ever."

"My boyfriend everyone. Mr. Romantic." Kurt deadpanned, laying down beside him. Flint just laughed and snuggled up to him, wrapping an arm and a leg over Kurt's body.

"Does it make it better if cuddling with you is a very close second?" Kurt snorted.

"You get an A for effort, how's that? Now, I need sleep. Today has gone on forever, in the best way possible, and I'm exhausted."

Flint nodded, rubbing his cheek against Kurt's chest. He yawned slightly into his words as he spoke.

"'Kay. G'night sweet thing."

Kurt tangled his hand with Flint's on his stomach and gently stroked his hair with the other.

"Good night sloth."