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Mercedes lips were pursed in concentration. Their group of three had just exited the fourth stop on the visit to the mall, bag's brushing almost hectically against each other. After much poking and prodding Kurt had finally delved into the messy separation he had with Flint, which she wasn't grasping fully.

"So let me get this straight. The boy you've been dating for almost three months, who's cute, music orientated, absolutely doting, who has introduced you to his family, braved dinner with your family, kisses like a...what was it? 'Greek God/Disney Prince/Broadway leading man super hybrid',who ended up in the hospital with a misinterpreted panic attack after you kissed somebody else, is cheating on you?"

Kurt rolled his eyes. "Well when you put it like that of course it's going to sound unlikely."

"Kurt, it does seem unlikely. Flint is crazy in love with you. You broke up with him because you're insecure."

"I'm not insecure," Kurt said, affronted.

"Paranoid then," Mercedes amended.

"I for one am very proud of you Kurt. I think it speaks very highly of your character that you are willing to be alone rather than take back someone who's been unfaithful."

"Rachel–"

"But I don't think he's been unfaithful!" Mercedes interrupted. "So there was some shirt in his bed, so what? If he had been getting his grove on with someone else wouldn't there have been some other ways to tell."

Kurt Blinked. "I don't understand."

"Boy! Were there any hickeys on that fine boys supple flesh that you didn't give him?"

"Mercedes!"

"Don't be bashful," she jeered playfully. "I saw you trying on that sweater and you've got fading love bites all over those milky white shoulders and collar bone."

"Mercedes I don't think Kurt wants to be reminded of his previous throws of passion," Rachel commented.

"Rachel," Kurt groaned. "Please do not call them throws of passions."

"What? Are you telling me there weren't throws of passion?"

"The term 'throws of passion' usually implies sex."

"I don't think it's limited to just that. I would call the adrenaline driven make out sessions on a bed or even a couch a throw of passion."

"I think we should change the subject," Kurt said, stopping to look into a shop window.

Mercedes linked her arm with his, pulling him along. "Away from the passion throwing or from Flint?"

"Both!"

"I think you should forgive him," Mercedes proposed with a little pat to his hand.

"I can't."

"Why not?"

"Because he cheated," Kurt snapped exasperated. "If they love you they don't cheat. It isn't a difficult concept to understand."

"But what if he didn't," Mercedes reasoned. "What if it is some huge misunderstanding. You still love him don't you?"

"Aren't we supposed to be having a girls day?" Kurt asked, desperate for a change of topic. "Shopping, browsing through the make-up counters, trying on shoes we won't actually buy? This was your idea Mercedes."

"Well, yeah, but–"

"Actually," Rachel supplied with a little toss of her head. "Talk of boys is one of the many subjects to be discussed on such 'girl days.'"

"Rachel when I want your opinion I will give it to you."

"Kurt, I would like to think I've had enough opportunities to form a valid point of view for the exceptionally complicated matters of the heart as well as cheating. As you know, I've found myself on both sides of the cheating sword, so to give you my honest opinion, disregarding what you might want to hear, I firmly believe–"

"Let's eat something," Mercedes interjected suddenly.

Kurt stopped, he was already heading towards the entrance of another store. "But I wanted to go to–"

"We'll come back," Mercedes said, giving him a tug.

"But it's right there."

Mercedes raised a singular brow. "It's almost lunch time and I needs to get my snack on."

"We can come back Kurt, we have all day," Rachel submitted with a light smile, following Mercedes.

"Ugh, fine. But let's not take too long. I still have a lot of retail therapy to get though before I'm feeling anything close to better."

At the food court, they placed their bags securely under the table, talking lightly as they adjusted themselves, eating their perspective sandwiches. Most of the conversation circulated around the rest of the game plan. How much time they had and how many stores they still had to get to. Pacing was key when it came to marathon shopping.

"You guys hear that?" Mercedes asked suddenly, her focus slipping away from her turkey club.

Rachel perked up. "Sounds like music."

"Yeah, they have speakers in the food court guys, it isn't new."

"No, something else," Mercedes urged. "Listen."

Kurt did. They were right of course, there was music. Gradually growing louder, coming from some indiscernible place.

Rachel nudged him with her elbow. "Kurt, isn't he in the Warblers?"

Kurt to look to where she was indicating "Yeah, that's Nick...what's he..."

"And that's David right?" Mercedes asked, pointing off to the right.

Kurt spun around. "And Thad and Jeff and Wes and Trent and Blaine and Matt...what's going on?"

The Warblers were there, dressed discreetly in civilian clothes, singing an intro to a song. They were singing in the mall, winding their way through the food court and then, taking Kurt by such a surprise he felt the air was stolen right out of his chest, the lead vocals kicked in.

"While everybody else is getting out of bed

I'm usually getting in it, I'm not in it to win it

And there's a thousand ways you can skin it"

Kurt swivelled a little too Frantically in his seat. He heard Flint, but he couldn't see him.

"My feet have been on the floor flat like an idle singer

Remember winger, I digress

I confess you are the best thing in my life"

And then he was there, sliding past Thad and Blaine, looking apprehensive and perhaps a little bit guilty, but still he looked directly at Kurt, sang to Kurt.

But I'm afraid when I hear stories about a husband and wife

There's no happy endings, no Henry Lee

But you are the greatest thing about me"

Kurt chanced a glance to Rachel and Mercedes. They were bouncing along merrily to the music. Mercedes grinned at Kurt, giving a cheeky wink before inclining her head back towards the group, encouraging him to maintain focus on the serenade.

"If it's love

And we decide that it's forever

No one else could do it better"

"If it's love

And we're two birds of a feather

Then the rest is just whenever"

The warblers spread out again, leaving Flint isolated as he wove through the tables of people, coming closer and closer to Kurts'. The many other mall goers stared, most seeming unsure with what was happening. Some seemed uncomfortable, others appeared to be enjoying it.

"And if I'm addicted to loving you

And you're addicted to my love too

We can be them two birds of a feather that flock together"

Two Warblers came behind Kurt, lifting him out of his seat, giving him a little shove forward so he stumbled to stand before Flint. Flint then took this opportunity to take Kurts hand, guiding him to one of the indoor planters, placing him gently to sit on the low wall.

Took a loan on a house I own

Can't be a queen bee without a bee throne

I wanna buy you everything except cologne 'cause it's poison

Flint kneeled in front of Kurt, taking up his hands in his own.

We can travel to Spain where the rain falls

Mainly on the plain side and sing

'Cause it is we can laugh, we can sing

Have ten kids and give them everything

Love, love

Got to have something to keep us together

Love, love

That's enough for me

Flint looked down to the floor while he placed his hands softly on the side of Kurt's face, his fingers splaying down his neck and behind his ears.

When everybody else is getting out of bed

I'm usually getting in it, I'm not in it to win it

His eyes darted up, locking onto Kurt's.

I'm in it for you

The rest of the Warblers trailed off in a soft repetition of the chorus and gentle hums of the word love, dispersing as they did so, trying to give the pair as much privacy as the could, or at least, as much as a public venue could allow.

"What are you doing?" Kurt whispered.

"Making a desperate attempt to win you back. I love you Kurt, I don't want this to be the end of us."

"I just...the mall? Really?"

Flint flashed his teeth charmingly. "The sight of our first "date". I thought it would be just the right mix of sentimental and cheesy. I was going to give you a bouquet of pretzels but I thought that might have been a little much."

Kurt couldn't repress a laugh, though it quickly turned into a sigh. "You planned all this?"

"I called Mercedes, I knew she could get you here. But she was very resilient, it took a lot of convincing and David backing me up, but she agreed."

Kurt tugged at the zipper of Flint's jacket. "You never did cheat on me did you?"

"Never," Flint swore, wrapping his arms around Kurt. "And I never will."

"I'm sorry," Kurt apologized. "That I didn't believe you and for all of those horrible things I said. I didn't mean them."

"It doesn't matter. None of that matters if you'll take me back."

"I-I...Yes, I'm so sorry, yes of course I will, I missed you so much," Kurt spluttered helplessly, latching onto Flint, allowing him to take the weight. Flint was glad to support him, burying his head into Kurt's neck, whispering "Thank you's" and "I love you's" in quick, breathy succession.

"I'm going to kiss you now."

"Please do."

But their long needed and desperate kiss of reconciliation didn't get a chance to last long.

"Now that is a beautiful sight."

Flint pulled away, his eyes' widening in surprise. "Ry-Ryan?"

Ryan Wilson stood a few feet away, smiling lightly. He was tall, like Flint, but with looks more like their Dad, with shaggier hair and a scruffy face. "Hey brother of mine."

"What are you doing here?"

"David called me," Ryan explained, waving to where David stood with the other Warblers. "Said you needed my help. If something important was up you should have called. I would have taken the time off work, you know that."

"I...well of course I know that," Flint reasoned. "But it's not...Not something I couldn't deal with."

"David said it was super important."

"Well he is, but not the coming here from Chicago kind of emergency. You could have met him on your summer trip."

"So, I'm confused," Ryan started. "What was the dilemma?"

"I was having some trouble with my boyfriend, but as you can see everything is fine now," Flint explained, grabbing Kurt's hand a pulling him from behind him so Ryan could see him properly. "Ryan, this is my beautiful, fantastic, wonderful boyfriend Kurt. Wonderful boyfriend, this is my brother Ryan."

"It's...very nice to meet you," Kurt blushed. Getting caught kissing by Flint's family members was becoming a habit that was getting very old.

"A real boyfriend," Ryan winked. "I'm impressed."

David, who had crept up silently with Wes finally entered the conversation. "That's not actually why I called him."

Flint blinked, puzzled. "Then...why is he here?"

A cry like a banshee suddenly ripped through their conversation. "No!"

They turned, Chelsea stood by an escalator, mouth agape at the sight of Kurt and Flint's entwined fingers.

"That's why."

Ryan turned, surprised to see his sister. "Chelsea?"

Chelsea too looked surprised. "Ryan!"

"What are you–"

But before he could finish his question she bolted. Fortunately for them, she was wearing heels, so despite the head start they caught up with her in the parking lot. Ryan was the first to get to her, his hand latching around her forearm, stopping her in her tracks.

"Chelsea, what are you doing here? You're supposed to be up at school."

She glared defiantly at him. "Aren't you supposes be at work? You live in Chicago."

"Why are you here?"

"It's the weekend," Chelsea pointed out.

"So you thought you'd come down here for shopping?"

"It's a free country, I can do what ever I like."

"You hate this town," Flint grunted. "Why are you here?"

"I was supposed to be meeting someone."

"Who?"

"None of your business is it," Chelsea growled.

David interjected again. "Ryan I called you here because of Chelsea. She's been trying to break up Kurt and Flint."

"What?" Kurt screeched.

Ryan looked at her sternly."You've been doing what?"

"I haven't done anything," Chelsea protested.

"She has," David continued, undeterred. "All sorts of things. Planting clothes. Fake E-mails. Even been spraying his clothes with some retched cologne. She's been doing it for weeks."

"Is this true?" Ryan questioned fiercely.

"Now, why would I do a thing like that?"

Kurt frowned deeply. "Because you've had it out for us ever since you met me."

"You aren't worth my time."

"Chelsea, what have you done?" Flint asked.

Chelsea eyes latched onto the ground with deep determination. "Nothing."

"You don't lie to me Chelsea," Ryan ground out. "We've been through this, you can't do these sort of things. When was the last time you went to class?"

"I don't know."

"Chelsea!"

"A few weeks," Chelsea said under her breath.

"You won't ever graduate if you keep this up."

Chelsea finally jerked her arm free. "It's not my fault! If that little piece of shit hadn't shown up–"

Kurt slapped her smartly across the face, silencing her effectively. Her cheek reddened violently, but nothing in comparison to the heat in her narrowed glare. "How dare you!"

"You brat!" She gasped, lunging at him, looking prepared to claw out his eyes.

Flint pulled Kurt tightly into his chest, shielding him while Ryan held Chelsea back.

"You're horrible!" Kurt yelled at her. "You're a dreadful self-centered human being. You're so hateful that you plotted to destroy your own brothers relationship just because you can't stand to see him happy! I've have never in my life met such a... such a bitch!"

"Kurt!"Flint tried to soothe. "Calm down. It's okay."

"But she-she..."

"It's okay Kurt."

"You see!" Chelsea wailed. "If he hadn't–"

"What?" Ryan, cut her off. "If he hadn't been there then what? You would have been content to let Flint stay isolated and lonely? I thought we fixed this. This isn't how you deal with this, you don't take it out on Flint."

"But it's his fault! It's always been his fault!"

Ryan shook his head. "Chelsea you have to think about these things. You know that isn't the problem."

"No!" Chelsea screamed hysterically. "It's him! I hate him! It's always his fault! Him and his stupid heart! I h-h-hate him! I hate him, I hate him, I hate him! I c-can't sta-a-and being around h-him!" Chelsea was dead weight in Ryan's arms. She shouted aimlessly, her words coming out in gasps as she began to cry uncontrollably. "I hate you Flint! I hate you!"

Flint looked at his sister, his gaze filled with pity. "Ryan, can you take her home please. Let mom know."

"Yeah," Ryan agreed, sounding tired. He lifted Chelsea off the ground, cradling her as she continued to sob, oblivious to everything else that was going on. "I'll see you there. It was nice to meet you Kurt."

Kurt nodded stupidly, deeply confused by what had just happened. Nobody said anything as the watched Ryan haul away his distraught sister.

"Could I talk to Kurt alone for a moment?" Flint asked quietly. "Let everyone know we will be back in a minute."

David and Wes both nodded, heading back to the mall.

"What...what just happened?" Kurt finally asked.

"Chelsea has problems."

"Well, yes, I know that."

"It's more than what you think," Flint continued. "I told you that we didn't get along and that she hate's my guts. But that's not really what...That isn't the real issue."

Kurt raised his eyebrows. "What do you mean?"

"She's not made at me because I'm sick," Flint said slowly. "She's just mad that I'm sick. She's scared. And her fear has been severely misplaced over the years and she turns it into anger. She turns in into anger towards me and our family. She can't deal properly, she's had some problems in the past but I thought she was better. She's never done anything like this before. Never tried to hurt me in quite this magnitude."

"She treats you this way as a coping mechanism?"

"Yes. Ryan was always the one who could keep her under control, without him around she just get's worse. Other than her inability to deal with her grief she's perfectly normal. I should have told you. But I never expected her to do anything like this. I'm sorry I put you through it."

Kurt dismissed it with a wave of his hand. "It's not your fault."

"But still, maybe if I had told you why she hated me so much none of this would have happened."

"It doesn't matter," Kurt promised. "We're back together. And I'm not going to let anything get in the way of that again. Not your sister, not my paranoia or insecurities, not anything. I trust you."

Flint grinned in his usual goofy way. "Alright, we should go. We have friends to talk to, questions they'll want answered I'm sure."

"I'll never hear the end of this from Mercedes. I sounded like such an idiot today."

"You are the most adorable idiot in the world then," Flint said, kissing his forehead. "Come on, let's face the music."

Flint wrapped his arm around Kurt's shoulder, holding him close as they walked back to the mall.

"Does this mean you're back in the Warblers?"

"Yes."

"Don't quit again," Kurt commanded. "I missed you."

"Wouldn't dream of it."

X

"Blaine. Hey," Flint greeted as Blaine approached the car.

"You wanted to see me?" Blaine asked. It had been almost a week since they last spoke. Blaine had made a full confession to his involvement with Chelsea and her sabotage. Flint didn't say much at the time, but only asked Blaine to wait a while for him to think things over. Blaine's patience was finally rewarded when Flint sent him a text just after the final bell had rung.

"Yeah, thanks for coming. I wanted to let you know, I'm not going to tell him."

"What?"

"That you were helping Chelsea," Flint explained, holding Blaine's gaze. "I'm not going to tell."

Blaine shifted for a moment, feeling confused. "You want me to?"

"No. I mean, you don't have to tell Kurt. And I'm not going to either."

"Why?" Blaine blurted.

Flint swallowed thickly, his hands playing with the belt loops of his pants."Because I don't want you to run out of chances with him."

Nothing but silence followed that statement. Blaine waited, to see if Flint was going to say anything else, but he didn't. So Blaine started up again, still confused.

"You realize I conspired with your vindictive sister to break you guys up right? And I'm sorry I did, I can't apologize enough, but aren't you being a little too kind?"

"I know," Flint nodded. "And the whole thing is twisted but I know you wouldn't have done it if you didn't honestly care about him. He needs you. And given everything thing else that's happened I'm pretty sure you're getting down to your last lives. So this can stay between the two of us. You helped me win him back so you get definite points for that. I don't want any more bad blood between you and him or me and you. You're a good guy Blaine. You're a great guy, so this get's to be our little secret."

Blaine hung his head in disbelief. "You're far too forgiving for your own good. I imagine it'll get you into trouble someday."

"Maybe," Flint shrugged. "But I think it's worth the risk. Gives everyone the opportunity for happiness."

"Thank you. I mean it. I'm sorry for everything. You've given me a great lesson in being a better person."

"Just don't forget," Flint said with a wink, fiddling with his key chain before pressing on, his tone adjusting to one of seriousness. "Blaine, I hope that someday, you can get what want."

Blaine looked at him curiously. "What's that mean?"

"Well, I said it and I'm not some Einstein, so I'm certain you'll figure it out. Probably when I'm long gone. Not a lot of things last forever Blaine. Doesn't always matter what we want or hope for," Flint said with a gentle smile. "You know I love Kurt right? Most people wouldn't think that means much, coming from a high schooler. But hey, I'll start college next fall, if that makes a difference. But regardless, I love him. And I want what's best for him. And want for him the things that will make him most happy. Do you understand?"

"Well, yes, of course."

"Because you know it first hand. Because you love him too."

Blaine froze, weighing his options before his firm reply. "Yes."

"And that's why you helped me. Because right now I'm what he wants. And I make him happy."

"Yes."

"See, you were always a good person Blaine. You didn't need me to teach you that." Flint gave a little sigh, shuffling his feet. "Do me a favor?"

"Sure."

"Don't let jealousy cloud your judgment again. I don't want that to be the end of you."

"Okay. I can do that," Blaine confirmed. "Could you do me a favor?"

"Of course."

"Don't tell Kurt. About how I feel."

"Not a problem."

Blaine gave a smirk "You so readily agree?"

"Wouldn't be my place to tell him that. Besides, I still have a slight fear that if I told him, he'd leave me for you. And I'm not ready for something like that to happen."

"But he loves you," Blaine reminded him.

"I know he does," Flint nodded. "He really really does. And I don't say that to make you feel bad, I only say it because I know he truly and honestly loves me. But everyone is insecure sometimes. And like I said, not everything can last forever."

"You guy's could."

Flint looked at him, his eyes flashing guiltily. "Would you hate us for the rest of time if we did?"

"Nah," Blaine heaved shakily. "I'd get over it. Human beings have a great capacity to heal. Kurt got over me right? Fell in love with you. I could do that. Open up my heart, try it out."

"Sebastian any good for that?" Flint wondered, trying hard not to laugh as he remembered the slightly foolish, though clearly well intentioned blonde.

Blaine shook his head quickly. "No. I broke things off a bit ago. I was...a jerk. He's a nice guy, a genuinely nice guy and I wasn't treating him how he should be treated. He deserves someone...well, someone who isn't me."

"I don't know. Now you're starting to sound like a real prince. I feel like the bad guy who won."

"No, the bad guy didn't win. You're all hero in this story. At least from where I'm standing."

Flint gave a bark of laughter. "We're stepping into very corny territory now. I would know, I'm King of cheesy."

"Alright, alright," Blaine laughed, holding his hands up in mock defeat. "We're done. You going somewhere with Kurt?"

Flint nodded. "His house for dinner. Said he'd meet me here."

"Sounds perfect," Blaine said with a smile.

"It's kind of always feels that way."

Moments later Kurt bounced up to them, grinning brightly. "Hey, you ready to go?"

"Mmhmm. Let's," Flint agreed.

"Hey Blaine," Kurt said, adjusting his focus. "What are you up too?"

"Nothing, thinking of seeing what Wes and David are doing."

"You hungry? You can come with us. Dinner at my house, you're more than welcome."

"Thanks," Blaine replied gratefully, taking a step back. "But you two go ahead. I'll see you both later."

Kurt gave him a quick hug. "Alright, see you Blaine."

"See you guys, have fun," Blaine finished with a final wave, disappearing from sight.

Finally alone, Kurt grinned seductively, pinning his boyfriend to the car.

"Hello," Flint smiled cheerfully.

"Hey," Kurt mumbled mischievously, tucking his lower lip gently under his pearly teeth.

"Can I help you with something?"

"Have I mentioned today that I adore you? And that you are a fantastically amazing boyfriend?"

Flint rubbed his knuckles languidly up and down Kurt's sides. "Might have said something similar this morning, but I'll tell you, it does not get old hearing it."

"Love you."

"Mmm, love you too," Flint murmured, bending down to kiss him. Kurt repressed a smile, bringing his arms around Flint's neck to hoist himself up, ensuring that there was enough pressure on his boyfriends lips to make his feeling of desperation clear.

Flint exhaled sharply, reluctantly drawing back. "Okay, that's enough. Dinner, with your family, remember?"

"They can wait," Kurt urged.

"No no no," Flint chided. "Come on."

Kurt reached up again, giving another earnest kiss.

"We can talk about this later okay?"

"I thought we already started to re-discuss it."

"And we didn't come up with a new agreement, the old one still stands."

Kurt gave several rapid and flirtatious blinks, looking up through his eyelashes. "Please?"

"We will talk about it later," Flint affirmed with a chuckle.

"But when?"

"Soon, okay."

"Soon?" Kurt pouted.

"Yes, soon," Flint promised just before Kurt kissed him once more, his lips moving far too skillfully, causing Flint to groan. "Much to soon if you keep this up though. Come on, dinner, your Dad, let's not give him a reason to think the worst."

"Fine, if you insist. You're such a goody goody."

"Well one of us has to be, you little minx."

Kurt laughed heartily, pulling away and sliding into the car. Flint just smiled, skipping round to the other side.

Blaine watched from a ways back, not noticed by the obliviously happy couple. As the car pulled out of the lot, Blaine gave a bitter sweet smile. It's remarkable how a person can feel happy and sad all at the same time. But that's the nature of people, they always feel all sorts of thing at once, the space they have for thinking is much to big for their own good. Maybe fairies have the right idea, one emotion at a time, leads to less confusion.

Once the car was finally out of view, he headed back towards his dorm, humming quietly to himself.

"But it all boils down to one quotable phrase, if you love something, give it away."

X

The last and the longest chapter. There we have it, story complete. The last line is from Landlocked Blues by Bright eyes.

And we know that Blaine was the person Chelsea was going to meet right? He tricked into to coming so she would see them which would cause the forced confrontation with her brothers? I hope that was clear :)

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