A/N- Still...not mine.


"Hi."

Blaine steeled himself and walked over to Devon's bed, climbing onto it and sitting with his legs crossed and back against the wall. "Let's talk."

Devon looked wary at his simple words, his knees pulled up to his chest.

Blaine took a steadying breath and looked Devon in the eye.

"My dad doesn't like that I'm gay."

"Oh."

"Yeah. " Blaine gave him an uneasy smile. "Apparently my car needs to go into the shop, so I had to go to the house to borrow my parents'. We got in a fight. That's why I was late."

There was lull that held in the room until Devon shifted on the bedcovers, still closed up tightly, but at least watching Blaine over his knees

"What was the fight about?" Devon asked cautiously.

"Me. Being who I am. Having a boyfriend."

"So they know about me?" Blaine shrugged a little.

"My dad does. I haven't seen my mom much since we started going out Away on business. Do your parents know?"

Devon nodded, reclasping his hands over his shins.

"Yeah. They don't care really. That's what they've always said."

"Good. I'm glad." Blaine insisted, trying to shake the apologetic look from Devon's eyes. He didn't particularly wish his own situation on anyone. " And I am sorry I missed your races. I tried to get there. I really did."

Devon nodded, pulling a guitar pick from his rolled up shirt sleeve. He started flicking it between knuckles, back and forth.

"'M sorry I got so pissed off." Devon mumbled, lines creasing across his forehead. "I don't...I don't know what I'm doing around you most of the time." He sighed and flopped back on the bed.

"Why didn't you let me explain?" Blaine asked, leaning over to rest on his arm and test Devon's physical boundaries a little.

"I guess I just...I know you aren't my last boyfriend, but it's like I can't help thinking like you are sometimes. I guess I just got angry cause I thought I was being ignored and pushed aside again. I didn't want to think that you'd break your promises." Devon watched Blaine through heavy eyes. Blaine moved his hand closer to his knee, resting it on the duvet just close enough Devon would be able to feel the shift in the fabric.

" I didn't. Not on purpose."

"I know."

"You have to trust me Dev." Blaine rested his hand on the other boy's knee. "I'm making most of this up as I go too."

Dev looked up at him earnestly, saw the soft pleading in Blaine's eyes.

"I'm trying. I am."

"Okay." Blaine reached out slowly and took the pick from Devon's fingers, twisting it to a comfortable hold in his own. "Why don't we just hang out for a while. Play a few songs."

Devon nodded and slipped from the bed, taking the two acoustics from their stands and handing one to Blaine. There was quiet except for short strums as they tuned the guitars.

When Joe got back, they were playing together, knees just touching and heads both bowed in concentration.


"Okay, so, I've got travel, ceremony, weekend options depending on weather. Layering pieces, boots, pyjamas...hmmm." Kurt looked thoughtfully around the room at the clothing laid out. "Do you think you'll have room in your bag I can use?"

"Kuuurt." Flint groaned from the desk chair, slumping down to rest his head. "We aren't leaving for three days. And we're only going for the weekend."

"What are you saying?" Kurt raised a brow as he turned back to the two pairs of boots he had balanced on the night table, glancing over to compare them with a line of pants on the bed.

"I'm saying..." Flint heaved himself up from the chair and sidling up behind Kurt. "You've got lots of time to pack, and why don't we take advantage of the alone time."

Kurt pushed Flint's hands away as they rested on his hips.

"'m busy." He murmured, switching on the lamp to see the colours better. "We'll have alone time in Carolina."

"We'll be surrounded by my family in Carolina." Flint reminded, trying to hug Kurt close, but he kept reaching out towards the bed to adjust pairings and accessories.

"Which is WHY..." Kurt emphasized, pulling away and moving towards the closet. "I want to make sure I look my best. If you can't let me work, go find something else to do."

Kurt's voice was clipped in irritation, and Flint bristled at it.

"Fine." Flint grabbed his sweater and disappeared out the door.

Kurt frowned at a boot that fell to the floor as it shut loudly.

"Drama queen." He murmured.


"Hey. What's your problem?" Jeff commented as Flint sunk into the armchair next to where he and Allie were sitting together.

"Boots."

Allie looked up from the choreography plans she was outlining with Jeff.

"What?" Jeff smirked at her confusion.

"Let me guess. Kurt's in a packing frenzy?"

Flint nodded, looking sulky.

"I'm being cock-blocked by colour and texture palettes."

"Flint!" Allie scolded him, pushing at Jeff's leg as he broke out into loud laughter.

"Sorry! It's just...I like clothes too, but come on!" Flint couldn't help the sheepish, embarrassed grin that snuck onto his face.

"You two are ridiculous. I'm going to get coffee, and hopefully by the time I get back you'll have regained some sort of dignity." Allie rolled her eyes as Jeff snorted into another round of laughter. He waited until she disappeared into the hallway before leaning over.

"It's cool. I've been in the same place, except for me it was on a modern jazz routine theme."

"Thanks." Flint shook his head at Jeff's poor attempt at empathy. "It's just kind of an ego blow."

"If its any consolation, Kurt does really really like clothes, so coming in second to them isn't totally awful."

"Jeff. Still not helping." Flint shook his head, but he was smiling a little.


A knock at the door caught Kurt's attention.

"Flint, it'll be faster if you just leave me alone to get this done, okay?"

"What about me?" The door cracked open and Allie appeared. Kurt smiled and put down the jacket he had in his arms.

"Allie. You haven't been around a lot lately." Allie perched on the edge of the desk chair, looking around at the chaos.

"E-V has a junior school dance recital I've been helping out with. Between that and dance class and school, I've been pretty busy."

"Jeff must be missing you. But I suppose you see each other at dance."

Allie rolled her eyes.

"When he isn't paired off with Larissa." Kurt smiled.

"You sound like Rachel and Quinn. Minus like, ninety percent of the crazy" Allie frowned quizzically, but Kurt waved it off. "McKinley people. What are you doing at Dalton then?"

"Jeff's helping me go over some choreo work for the junior school. We were probably going to take a break in a minute if you wanted to come down."

"Is Flint down there?" Kurt said suspiciously.

"He might be." Allie laughed and grabbed Kurt's hand, taking the jacket from the other and laying it on the bed. "It's Monday, and you'll change your mind by Thursday anyways. You can finish this up after dinner. Not everyone is lucky enough to have a nice handsome boy pining for their attentions."

"Flint is not pining." Kurt scoffed, although the absurd romantic in him quickly whipped up an image of a listless Flint sighing as he gazed at his portrait.

"Okay, it's more sulking." Allie admitted, waiting at the door for Kurt to follow her.

Kurt wavered for a moment, looking over his half-done masterpiece of styling.

"Ugh, fine."


"Look who I found while I was getting coffee." Allie announced as they entered the common room, mugs in hand.

"I thought you were wrapped up in your wardrobe." Flint commented. Allie threw an exasperated glance towards Jeff.

"Just take your tea." Kurt returned tersely, holding out the cup and perching himself on the arm of Flint's chair. "Allie was saying you two are working on the junior school's dance recital." Kurt's attention was quickly fixed on Jeff and Allie.

"Yeah, it's just a basic one, some ballroom steps. Both schools are learning dance in phys. ed. right now, so we thought it would be a good time to put something together for the parents. We could show you if you want."

Allie smiled at Jeff who stood up quickly and held out his hand.

"May I?" Allie took his hand gracefully, putting her coffee mug down on the table and smoothing out her kilt. She gave Jeff a questioning look before glancing over at Kurt and Flint.

"It's um...actually meant for three pairs. Would you guys maybe want to-"

"It would be good practice for the wedding." Jeff added, catching on.

Kurt glanced down at Flint who shrugged.

"We don't have a third couple, so..."

Jeff glanced out at the doorway and a smile shot across his face.

"Adam! Come here." Adam stopped and ducked his head in.

"You rang?"

"Allie and I need another set of partners to run through this dance." Adam took in Allie and Jeff, and Flint and Kurt together and shook his head.

"Oh. Well...Looks like I'm the odd one out. Too bad abo-"

"Gareth!" Flint called out to the other boy who was also passing in the hall.

"Hey. What's the party?" Gareth glanced at a wary Adam and the rest of the room.

"We need a third couple for a dance run through. Drag Adam over and it'll only take 10 minutes." Jeff insisted. Gareth shrugged and grabbed Adam's shoulders, pushing him into the open space.

"Come on champ. Take one for the team."

Adam frowned.

"I am doing this under duress, just so everyone knows. And I get to lead." He returned, pointing sharply to Gareth.

Flint smothered a snort of laughter until he noticed Kurt looking archly at him.

"I don't know what you're laughing about." Flint's expression was confused until Kurt pulled him to his feet, clapped his arm around Flint's waist and took hold of the other hand. Flint looked up and eventually just shrugged.

"Lead on sweetheart." He murmured, finally raising the edges of Kurt's lips slightly.


"Good. Okay, I think with a few changes in the turns, it will work." Allie murmured slightly, grabbing her notebook and jotting down a few ideas.

"Can I go?" Adam pleaded. Gareth just laughed, pulling him out towards the door.

"We're going to head to dinner. We'll see you guys there."

Jeff sidled up to Allie and wrapped a hand gently around her waist.

"You should get back to E-V." He pressed a kiss to her temple and Allie swayed to lean against him from a moment.

"Hmmmm, it is getting dark. I suppose I should. Walk me out?" She grabbed her coat and bag, slipping the notebook in, and waved goodbye to Flint and Kurt. "It was good to see you two."

"Night Allie." Flint replied.

"I'll meet you at the dining hall." Jeff called back as he followed his girlfriend into the hallway.

"Well, at least we know we'll be able to dance reasonably well at the reception." Flint spoke into the quiet room. "Make sure to pack your dancin' shoes."

"Oh, right..." Kurt looked suddenly thoughtful and Flint frowned.

"You're thinking about your outfits again aren't you."

"Maybe. A little." Flint let out a grumble of disapproval but buried his nose into Kurt's neck with a huff.

"Let's just go have dinner."


"Alright class. I know it's a short week, but that means that your question sets are due tomorrow instead of Friday. No extensions, so make sure you get them done." Jeff sighed, closing his notebook into his text and sliding from his stool.

"Why do short weeks seem extra long?" Flint shrugged, shooting a grin as he packed up his bag.

"I dunno. I've got all my work done and a trip to Carolina to look forward to, so it's flying by to me."

"The only reason you are done all your work and I'm not is I had to listen to you whine about Kurt packing all last night. Again. Which apparently you can work through, but I can't."

"What can't you work through?" Kurt asked curiously, taking up with them at the front of the class as the crowd of blazers pushed out the doorway.

"Nothing. Not important." Flint preempted, giving Kurt's hand a quick squeeze. Jeff rolled his eyes.

"You two coming to the movie night?" David appeared suddenly walking instep with them, but backwards, as he waited for a response.

"We're ordering food in right?" David nodded to Kurt's question.

"Yeah, Wes and Adam are getting Vietnamese for everyone."

"Then we'll be there." Kurt confirmed for all of them.

"Great!" David turned round and started to jog down the corridor. "Oh! Don't forget to bring the old socks."

Kurt paused.

"Did he just say-"

"Warbler Night before this long weekend is traditionally sock puppet Warbler night." Flint explained casually. "If you don't want to use any of yours I'm sure I have a spare around somewhere."

"Right."

Kurt was never really going to get used to this place.


Jeff slung his bag over his shoulder.

"I'll be back from dance for 6:30. If I'm late make sure to save me some of the satay, yeah?"

Flint looked up from his own suitcase. They were leaving late Thursday night from Columbus, so it made sense to pack now. To sane people.

"Will do. Fight to the death for peanut sauce too."

Jeff grinned and went to shut the door behind him, but pulled up short.

"Whoa. Hey, Flint, visitor." He patted Kurt's shoulder on the way past and let him pass into the room.

"Hi."

"Hey." Flint looked up and smiled as Kurt took off his blazer and hung it on the door hook. He folded a pair of pyjama pants and a shirt together and tucked them down the side of his case. Kurt tisked as he wandered across the room.

"Those will wrinkle." He reached out, but Flint pushed his hands back down to his sides.

"Those are pyjamas. It doesn't matter."

"You better not have packed everything like that." Kurt tried to rise up on his toes and peer into the suitcase. Flint pulled the lid down and zipped it shut before sitting on it.

"Can we please not talk about clothes again for the next month?"

Kurt's eyes narrowed, but thankfully, Flint could see the teasing spark was back in them.

"Sacriledge."

"Deal with it sweet thing."

Kurt grinned and moved to settle at the head of Flint's bed as he shifted the suitcase to the floor.

"So what's up?" Flint pushed himself up onto the covers and shuffled over to lean against the wall.

"Not much. Do you have homework to do before the movie?" Kurt crossed his legs and looked up at Flint through a fall of bangs. Not fair. Flint was pretty sure Kurt had caught on that something about him looking up at him like that did...things to Flint. At the moment, even if he did have homework, he would be totally willing light it on fire and throw it out the window if he was reading the signals right.

"No. Did you have something in mind that you wanted to do?" Flint slipped his hands over the bed to pull Kurt's legs into his lap, rubbing his thumb gently over the line of the other boy's calf.

"Jeff's at dance?" Kurt asked quietly, glancing from Flint to the door and back.

"Until 6:30."

"Hmmm." Kurt murmured, sighing as Flint's hand drew up past his knee and back down slowly. Flint gazed at Kurt, reaching up to push the hair from his forehead. Kurt pressed his cheek into Flint's palm, eyes drifting shut for a moment.

"Everything okay?" Kurt smiled and let out a little laugh.

"Yeah. Yeah, everything's good." He shifted, stretching out on his side, long and lean. "Lie down with me for a while?" Flint followed him down, mirroring his body alongside. Kurt curled forward towards him, tangling their feet together.

"Thank you." Flint frowned, waiting for whatever explanation was coming. Kurt reached out and took his hand, knitting their fingers together. "For putting up with me this week. I know I've been...high strung."

"I was thinking more obsessive, but that works too." Flint teased. Kurt rolled his eyes, propping his head up on his free arm.

"It was just...All the outfits, and planning...it's a bit of a stress mechanism. I'm excited. I am." Kurt insisted, squeezing Flint's hand tightly. "But this is my first time on a plane, and being more than an hour away from my dad. I mean, if anything happens. It won't. But...If it did..."

Kurt trailed off, shrugging a little.

"Why didn't you say anything?"

"It seemed kind of a dumb thing to be upset about."

Flint pushed up to press a kiss to Kurt's lips.

"It's not."

Kurt smiled a little.

"Thanks anyways."

"No problem. And I probably had a least one more day in me before I smothered you with a pillow anyways." Kurt scoffed and pulled the pillow out from under Flint's elbow, only to flop it over his face. "Hey!"

Flint struggled, pushing the linen away and reached out, wrapping his arms around Kurt's waist as he moved to jump off the bed.

"Nah nah, I think not!" Flint crowed, rolled back across the bed and dropping Kurt onto the sheets below him. "Don't think you can just attack me with my own pillow and then run off." Flint retorted archly as Kurt let out a breathy laugh, shaking his hair from his eyes.

"I guess I'll just have to face the consequences." Kurt challenged, one hand reaching to grasp at the open shirtfront of Flint's uniform. They stilled together, the air growing warm around them.

"Kurt." Flint murmured, eyes tracing from his hand up to his face, watching his fingers flex and draw the fabric tighter.

"Kiss me." Kurt demanded quietly, tugging the other boy in.

Flint settled down over him, threading one hand into his hair and pressing a kiss to his mouth.

"I can do that." Flint breathed against his lips, moving to kiss over the arch of his cheekbone and down to his jaw line.

"Hmmm." Kurt hummed happily in the musical tone that Flint loved was so natural to him. His fingers fumbled over the buttons of the white oxford beneath them, trapped between their chests. "Mm. Babe, sit up."

Flint scrambled to sit back on his heels, smiling as Kurt's fingers pulled the shirt open quickly and pushed it down off his shoulders. His fingers moved to his own as Flint tugged his undershirt over his head. They laid back on the bed with a gentle thump. Kurt's hand grazed up Flint's bare side, nails raking lightly.

"You're gorgeous, you know that?" Kurt said quietly, his face warming slightly at the admission.

"Jesus. You can't just say things like that sweet thing." Flint brushed his palm over Kurt's cheek.

"I don't see why not." Kurt wrapped both his arms around Flint's neck, arching up to kiss him.

"Not fair." Flint bit at Kurt's bottom lip before sucking lightly. They shifted closer, kissing over hot skin, Kurt's leg hitching over Flint's hip as his hands pressed them together

"Flint, touch me." Flint almost missed the quiet words from the other boy, but didn't miss the way Kurt arched against his thigh, his fingers tugging slightly at Flint's belt loops to get just a little closer.

Flint ground back against him, his hands cupping Kurt's jaw as he kissed him deeply. He pulled away for a moment and glanced between them before catching Kurt's gaze.

"Kurt...I...I want to..." Flint chewed on his lip for a moment. "Can I- The other day, you were looking at..."

There was a pause as Kurt's mind tried to catch up with the concept of conversation.

"Oh!" Kurt caught on and suddenly was nodding, his hands shift to undo his belt. His mind jumped again, and he paused and caught Flint's arm, massaging the line of muscle that ran from his shoulder. "You know I didn't look that stuff up because I wanted you to- I mean...I do. But you don't have to. I really just wanted to learn so when..."

Flint smiled, a little bit nervous.

"It's okay. I want to. I'm sorry if I suck though." Kurt burst out in a snort of giggles ad Flint winced at his choice of words. "I mean, if I'm bad. I know that that's kind of...the point. To- Or...I'm going to stop talking now."

"Good idea." Kurt grinned, stroking Flint's cheek and down to his chest. "And really. You don't have to. I mean it. We can just-"

"Stop talking." Flint kissed his mouth hard and his hands moved to undo Kurt's belt and push his trousers down his hips.

"Yeah. Yeah we could do that too."