A/N: This is my first fanfiction, so be nice! Inspiration from infraedphaeton's Spah 'verse for Wes. It's an awesome series - you should check it out! This takes place at no particular time, and is written from Wes' P.O.V. I do not own Glee, although I wish I owned Kurt.
As I lay sprawled out on my dorm room bed, watching my new Krav Maga demonstration video, I heard a knock on the door.
"Wes!" called Blaine frantically from the shower. "Can you get that?" I sometimes think my roommate's hearing is supernatural. Who can even hear things like that from the shower? And he knows me well enough to know that I wouldn't answer it, otherwise. Not when I'm so absorbed in my Krav Maga. But that makes sense – Blaine, David, and I have been friends since kindergarten. I got up to answer the door, and I saw it was Kurt. That might be the reason Blaine could hear the knock. Blaine is in looooove with Kurt, and was probably highly sensitive to any noise that could indicate Kurt was coming for a visit. It might also have something to do with the fact I just called Kurt and told him he better come over soon because Blaine had something important to tell him. Blaine happened to be in the room with me at the time, but he couldn't get to the phone to stop me soon enough.
I had to do something. I swear, every day I have to hear Blaine moaning on about how he wishes he could just kiss Kurt, but he is worried about being too forward after Kurt's incident with Karofsky. Blaine thinks Kurt will never like him, and he will always be stuck in the role of mentor. And even worse, I've had to hear about Kurt's sparkling eyes, his perfect hair, and nothing but gasping noises for a whole evening after Blaine saw a video of Kurt singing "Single Ladies."
When I opened the door, I saw Kurt standing there, timidly peering around me in search of Blaine. Kurt is just as swooney over Blaine, but for some reason they aren't together. My friends puzzle me, sometimes.
Kurt didn't come in immediately – I intimidate him a little. Maybe that has to do with my awesome Krav Maga skills, or maybe its just because every time I see him I shout, "spah! Red spah in the blue base." I did it this time, grabbing him roughly by the arms and pulling him inside. Everyone must know when my friends enter a room. Kurt never agrees, of course, but resistance is always futile. He started to sputter as I opened the door to the bathroom and called out, "Honey, your boyfriend is hooome!" Whatever. Kurt'll get used to me eventually, and he and Blaine could really use a push.
When I he thought I wasn't looking, Kurt glanced through the bathroom door, to see the outline of Blaine's body through the steamy shower glass. I caught him looking though, and winked happily. Kurt's checks turned bright pink, his pale complexion displaying the twin spots of blush like strawberries on top of a vanilla cake. He averted his head quickly, and ran over to sit down on Blaine's bed on the opposite side of the room. Realizing it was Blaine's bed, he jumped up again immediately and looked around desperately for somewhere to hide. Kurt was still frantically trying to avoid looking at me or towards the bathroom when we heard the shower stop running.
The room was dead silent as Kurt pretended not to hear the sounds of Blaine getting out of the shower. I started laughing then, and Blaine stepped into the room. Kurt looked like he was going to die. He gazed at the water droplets trailing down Blaine's chest the same way he looked at a new Alexander McQueen sweater that he couldn't afford. It was enough to make even me uncomfortable.
"Well, dudes," I said quickly. "Blaine's got something to say, and Kurt doesn't look like he can talk, so he should be a good listener right now. Bye!" I sprinted out the door, reminding myself to look for some gullible freshman to stand guard so no one could get in that room for the next couple of hours.