So, I had this amazing idea for a story last night. This is the result. It wrote, and wrote, and got a detention for not doing my homework, and, unfortunately, I only wrote one and a half chapters. And now my English teacher has been giving me death glares all day. It was worth it.

Anyway. This story was supposed to just be a Wes/Kurt oneshot, because fandom!Wes and David are amazing, but it became more than that and it got me thinking- What if Blaine broke Kurt's heart in an awful way? What if Kurt had become closer to the Warblers? What would they do? I think a David/Kurt/Wes bromance would be epic.

This is actually going to have more than one chapter. And I am AWFUL at chapter stories. I always lose my inspiration and it's depressing. So wish me luck.

Kurt,

I've tried calling. I've tried texting. When I showed up at your door, that tall guy said you didn't want any visitors. So I'm contacting you the old fashioned way- Email.

Look, I know what Blaine did, and if I'm not mistaken, he is being hunted down by a mob of angry Warblers led by David. I know you probably don't want to talk or think about it, but I have to tell you that everyone supports you. What Blaine did was inexcusable, but we knew something like this was coming for a long time. We tried to warn you that he wasn't as perfect as you thought him, but you were, understandably, blinded by his charm. You wouldn't be the first one, and we are all sorry (even though I know you don't want our sympathy).

Kurt, over the last couple of months you've become just as much of a Warbler as David and I are- you're one of us and we all, genuinely like you. So I'm writing to tell you that we miss you and want you back.

Expect David and me at your house tomorrow with ice-cream and Disney movies.

Wes

Kurt stared at the email, the painful hole in his chest throbbing at Wes's words. Tears fell silently down his cheeks and he closed his laptop quickly. It was nice, he guessed, to know that he was well liked enough that the Warblers sided with him, but they shouldn't have had to. They shouldn't have been 'hunting' Blaine down and they shouldn't want him back.

Though, it had been two days since he... Since the ordeal. It wasn't that much of a big deal, anyway. Blaine was about to skip a few weeks of school for a holiday with his family when he'd sent a text to Kurt.

I have to tell you something- I've been in a relationship with another guy since a month before I met you. I'm sorry, but I have to end this. Can we still be friends? ily alwys

Kurt remembered staring at his phone in shock. He'd been sitting in the commons, Wes and David across from him on the opposite couch, and Blaine had left the day before. A strangled sob had come out of Kurt's mouth and Wes had asked what was wrong. He'd felt the colour drain from his face and the next thing he knew David and Wes had his phone and then Wes had wrapped an arm around his shoulders and David was shouting at no-one in particular. The rest of the boys in the room found out and they'd all been equally angry. Meanwhile, Kurt was staring at the carpet and trying to process the fact that he'd just been a plaything for Blaine, something to amuse him while he couldn't see his real boyfriend. Real.

Kurt had started crying then and Wes and David drove him home instead of allowing him to go back to the room he and Blaine shared.

And now he was here, staring at the wall and trying to figure out what he was going to do next. He didn't want to go back to Dalton, and his father had called and told them that Kurt was ill. He knew his friends in the Warblers were worried, and he had no doubt that Wes and David would be there tomorrow, and even if Blaine wasn't there he knew that the memories and the pity would kill him inside. Not wanting to think about it and ignoring Finn knocking on his door, Kurt curled up in his bed and tried to get to sleep.

Wes and David were uncharacteristically quiet on the way to Kurt's house, both lost in their own thoughts. Wes was furious at Blaine, and could not believe he thought the shorter boy was ever his friend. David was plotting how he was going to get back at him, and how he could get the school to let Kurt move into he and Wes's room. Halfway there, though, Wes spoke quietly, his knuckles gripping the steering wheel tightly.

"I just don't understand how he could do that to someone so amazing."

David looked at his friend in surprise, and Wes continued as though he's forgotten he had company.

"I mean, I saw Kurt that day he came to spy and even I could tell he was pretty good looking. And he's delicate, you know? But at the same time he's so fucking strong, and he has the voice of a fucking angel and he's... He's Kurt, you know? And he didn't deserve the way Blaine treated him, even if he was kind of a jerk to his past boyfriends. I thought Kurt would be different. I though he actually loved him..."

Wes's head snapped up suddenly and he looked sharply at David, who had his eyebrows raised. "Shut up, David. And no-one can know I said any of those things."

His friend nodded and looked out the window as they drove into Kurt's neighbourhood, smiling slightly to himself. Wes was so protective of Kurt, almost as much as Blaine had been in the beginning. It was kind of cute, and it got David wondering.

"We're here."

They got out the car and grabbed the bags full of movies and ice-cream, and made their way to the door. The same tall guy who had been there the last few times opened the door and looked at them with narrow eyes. "You again."

David rolled his eyes and Wes held out his hand. "I'm Wes, this is David. We're close friends of Kurt's from Dalton. We've come with Disney movies and ice-cream."

The guy's eyebrows shot up. "You, you know what's wrong with him then? Because he hasn't told us anything. Not even Mercedes."

Wes clenched his fists, a dramatic mood change, and opened his mouth to speak but David interrupted him. "It's not our place to say. But, we would really like to see Kurt now. We've been really worried about him."

The guy nodded. "I'm Finn, by the way. Kurt's brother."

Kurt was sitting on the couch in his room when Wes and David walked in, grinning broadly and holding up the movies. "Kurt!" David exclaimed, sitting next to next to him and putting an arm around his shoulder. "We've missed you, buddy!"

Wes sat on his other side and handed him the movies, ignoring the shocked look on the boy's face. "So, what do you want to watch? Aladdin? Mulan? Hercules?"

Kurt looked at them both, his face slightly less depressed. He shrugged, and when he spoke it was as though he hadn't used his voice in a while. "Mulan. Then Hercules. And where's my ice cream?"

Wes and David grinned at him, and Kurt almost smiled.

Halfway through Hercules, David had fallen asleep on Kurt's lap and at some point Kurt had started snuggling into Wes, who was stretched out with his feet on the coffee table. Usually it would be awkward, but Kurt trusted Wes and David, and was immensely grateful they hadn't brought Blaine up, and he was too tired and relaxed to care. He just wanted to savour the feeling of having friends, even if they were ones with non-existent boundaries like the two he had.

He went to sleep with David snoring on his stomach and his face buried into Wes's chest like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Unfortunately, he and his two friends were woken an hour later by Finn, who walked in without knocking, making a loud exclamation when he saw the boys. "Whoa! Dudes! Am I interrupting something?" Kurt blinked sleepily and Wes and David sat up (taking care not to hurt Kurt in the process) and grinned. Kurt's head was now on Wes's legs, and David had his arm around the countertenor. Somehow.

"Nope." said David.

"It just seems we dozed off." Wes continued.

"I hate it when that happens."

"Look, we missed half the movie. That sucks. Anyway, we-"

He was interrupted by loud voices carrying down the stairs and soon the door opened to show the entirety of New Directions.

"Kurt!" the girl they assumed was Mercedes exclaimed, then noticed his company and the position, and she narrowed his eyes. "And who are you?"

David hopped up and bowed to the girls, who had congregated to the front of the group. "David Elborne, at your service, my lady. My friend here is Wes Kearney. We're from Dalton."

Mercedes glared. So did the other girls and the mohawked boy he assumed was Puck, from the stories he'd heard. The other boys looked confused.

Kurt got up from Wes and blushed; finally awake enough to understand what was going on. "Oh, guys, yeah. Wes, David, meet New Directions. New Directions, meet Wes and David. They're..." he looked at the two boys. "They're my closest friends at Dalton."

The Latina cheerleader held up her hand. "Whoa, whoa. Where's this dapper prep school guy, Blaine or whatever, that Mercedes was telling me about? They gay one?"

Kurt stiffened, and David and Wes were at his side instantly; David grabbed his arm and Wes put an arm around his shoulder. Kurt quietly muttered, "I don't give a fuck where he is." and got out his phone, opening the text and handing it to Mercedes, who gasped in anger and passed it around her friends, who, even the boys, had something bad to say about the (ex, Wes thought) Warbler. "Oh, hell no. Let me at him, Kurt. I got to cut a bitch." Mercedes had a dangerous look on her face, and the Latina was on the phone, using words like Sylvester, flame thrower and hair gel abusing son of a bitch, judging by the photos.

Kurt sighed deeply and sat heavily on the couch, instantly surrounded by his old glee club. The Dalton boys stood to the back for a few minutes, until they decided Kurt was in good hands.

"Hey, Kurt, we've got to go. Warbler's practise tomorrow, right?"

The countertenor looked up at them and smiled, and Wes and David left his house feeling like they had accomplished something great.