Okay, Wentana has been nagging at the back of my brain ever since I watched "Silly Love Songs." I didn't want to write anything at the time, but now, for whatever reason, I found the urge to write a story. At midnight. So, yeah, here is my Wentana fic. I wrote it in about fifteen minutes. I do not guarantee amazing quality. But it was a complete joy to write, and I hope you enjoy it. R&R, please.


"Wes?" The voice was like a hazy, annoying hiss, threatening to burst the bubble of his perfect daydream.

"Wes, you there?" A different tone, louder this time, dimming the bright colors of his vision, and yanking him back to reality. The Warbler jumped, blinking at his three friends surrounding him at the lunch table in the noisy Dalton cafeteria. He looked to his right at David, examining the puzzled, slightly cautious look on his best friend's face.

"Sorry. Did…did you say something?" He asked, glancing then to Blaine and Kurt. The two rolled their eyes, with a giggle and a glance at each other, before looking back down to their trays and each taking another bite of…whatever that was. Wes frowned, looking to David.

"Dude. That was like the fifth time you've spaced out today. What's up?" David asked, picking up his water bottle and taking a swig. A guilty look crossed Wes's face.

"Sorry, really sorry. I just…" He stopped, scrambling for words. Kurt laughed after a moment, not bothering to look up.

"Somebody's in love." He cooed dreamily. David's eye brows raised, and his gaze took on that of accusation as he turned to Wes. Wes put his hands up in defense.

"Hey. No way. I just broke up with Molly. You know I don't miss her." He defended himself, picking up his fork to stab a piece of salad. Kurt rolled his eyes again, slamming his hands on the table.

"Wes, it does no good to lie to me. I am the master. I can tell somebody's in love just by hearing their voice." The boy laughed, and Blaine nodded in agreement.

"Okay, then, tell me who I'm in love with." Wes challenged, folding his hands and leaning forward. Surely Kurt didn't know? He hadn't told anyone. It's not like he had talked about her. Sure, he had been thinking about her, but not even David could really tell what he was thinking about. David leaned in just as Wes did, awaiting the answer.

"A one Santana Lopez." Kurt stated matter-of-factly, smirking at Wes. The Warbler council member froze, his eyes widening only slightly.

"Wait, now how –" He began to argue, but David interrupted him.

"Whoa. How did I not see that before? Kurt, you are so right. Now that I think about it…" Kurt nodded with a smug look.

"I'm always right." The fashionista agreed. Wes snorted.

"Wait a minute. Kurt, how did you know?" He asked the countertenor, almost embarrassed. David and Blaine both laughed.

"Ah, so you are in love with her." Blaine stated. Wes was about to argue yet again, but he stopped. Why was he lying to his best friends? The boy glanced around nervously before rolling his eyes with a sigh.

"Fine. So I'm slightly enthralled with her. Happy?" He asked, hoping this would dismiss the topic. It did nothing of the sort. In fact, it did the opposite.

"Oh my god, he admitted it. She's single, you know?" Kurt's eyes lit up. He simply adored playing matchmaker. "I could totally set you guys up." He gave Wes a devious smile. Wes was starting to get slightly irritated – and embarrassed – with Kurt.

"Okay, no. I just…she's cute. You know how it is when you see a girl you think is pretty. You think about her for a couple of days. And then she fades away." He shrugged, taking another stab at a piece of lettuce. Kurt crossed his arms.

"Okay, first of all, no, I don't know how that is. And secondly, you are far more than just slightly interested in her. Ever since Sectionals, you've had her on your mind, and all through our performance of "Silly Love Songs", you guys were practically having eyesex." Kurt laid everything out on the table as if Wes had said it straight to him himself. Okay, that was too far.

"Okay, first of all, eyesex is mine and David's invention." Wes glanced at David, who nodded enthusiastically. "That can only describe you and Blaine. That's a Klaine thing." He said with a smirk as Kurt and Blaine's cheeks reddened. "And secondly, I'm not in love with her." He said yet again, but he felt the sincerity of the words slipping each time the phrase exited his mouth.

"No offense, dude, but you're a horrible liar." David said, patting Wes softly on the arm and standing with his tray in hand to take it to the garbage.

"Always has been." Blaine chimed in with a grin, standing as well with his tray to walk with David. The two left the table, leaving Kurt and Wes alone. As soon as his two friends were gone, Wes put his hands on his head and sank his elbows to the table, his eyes unfocused.

"Oh my gosh, Kurt, she's the most beautiful girl I've ever seen." He moaned. "I can't get her out of my head." Kurt burst out laughing, but was silenced with a death glare from Wes.

"Yeah, I thought so." Kurt said softly, grinning. We sighed again.

"I just…she's there all the time. I can't stop thinking about her. When she performed "Valerie" her voice was like an angel, and she's so gorgeous…" Wes ranted, his eyes wandering as if he were watching a movie that Kurt simply couldn't see. Kurt let out a chuckle.

"Yeah, she's also kind of a bitch. But, then again, you don't know her that well. I'll let you keep dreaming." Wes raised his eyes to give Kurt a glare, as if by insulting Santana, he had also insulted Wes.

"What should I do, Kurt?" He asked in a soft, pleading voice. "I'm going insane." Kurt laughed again, rolling his eyes for the umpteenth time. Reaching down to his bag seated beside his chair, the boy pulled out his iPhone and began scrolling through his contacts.

"Got your phone?" He asked without looking up. Wes paused for a moment before nodding and reaching into his bag, pulling out an LG Remarq. He quickly went to "New contact" and typed in "Santana Lopez", hitting enter until he got to the space to enter the number.

"724-3871." Kurt read off, and Wes, fingers shaking, typed it in. As the Warbler did so, Kurt glanced beyond Wes to see David and Blaine standing a ways away, watching the two intently. He made a motion for them to come over, but they shook their heads. The boy rolled his eyes, but was pulled back to Wes when the Warbler spoke.

"Should…should I call her?" He asked, staring intently at his phone. Kurt nodded absent-mindedly.

"Yeah, they're on lunch break. She'll have her phone out." He replied, picking up his juice box and taking a sip. Wes glanced up at him, almost nervous, before hitting talk and holding the phone to his ear. Kurt raised an eye brow.

"Hello?" Santana picked up the phone, and Wes sighed in awe and relief as her stunning, pure voice floated over the receiver. He was caught up in his thoughts, and didn't notice that she was waiting for him to speak. Kurt suddenly slapped him on the arm, mouthing 'speak!' with frantic hand motions. Wes jumped, and grabbed for words.

"Uh…yeah, hi, this is Wes. From, um, Dalton. Kurt's school? We…we met at the Single's Night at Breadstix." Oh, lord, he sounded awful. His voice was shaking, and he could barely form sentences. What if she thought he was insane? There was a brief pause from the other end, drawing out considerably long; Wes thought he might explode. Suddenly, her voice filtered through again.

"Yeah, I remember you." She replied, a hint of a smile in her voice. Kurt could just barely hear the conversation from where he was seated from across the table, and his eyes widened slightly. Santana was being nice. And slightly polite. Like a normal, kind, caring human being. Realization settled in. Oh my god. She must like him too.

Across the table, Wes was frantically searching for what to say. Should he just say it? Just lay it all on the line? Would she yell at him? Hate him? Hang up? The time was wearing on. He had to say something.

"Yeah." He breathed, smiling. "Um, look, I was wondering…I know it's a bit sudden, and sort of unexpected, but…" He paused for a moment, and Kurt shot him a look from across the table. He nodded, glaring at Kurt for pressuring him. "Would you…would you want to go out with me?" He asked quickly. Oh, what had he done? In every single one of his dreams she had said yes, but would she say yes right now? Of course not! She wasn't a dream Santana! This was real!

The Warbler began to panic when she didn't reply. There were murmurings in the background, as if she were speaking with somebody. Suddenly, he received a statement very…unexpected.

"You know what? I'd love to." The Latino replied to the boy on the other end finally, her body flooding with joy. She was so glad he had called. Because the truth was, though she would never admit it, she couldn't get him out of her head.