A/N: Okay, so this is my first attempt of Glee fan-fiction. It is also my first attempt of slash, and romance, and writing on my own. (If you check out Don't Judge a Nerd By His Sweater Vest, the Criminal Minds fic I wrote with MTLupy you'll see that I've only ever written with other people…) This is my ideal Wevid/Klaine fic.
I DO NOT OWN GLEE.
Wes's texting.
Kurt's texting.
David's texting.
Blaine's texting.
Wes, David and Kurt had no idea what they were getting into when Blaine invited them on an all-expense-paid cruise. No idea .ever.
(Blaine (to Kurt; Wes; David)) : Operation Caribbean Cruise is a go. We leave next Wednesday (July 21) to fly down to Florida. Not sure when yet. Get packing! (That means you Kurt, baby. Love ya. :D)
Wes immediately texted David, (after rolling his eyes). (Wes (to David)): Are you definitely going on that cruise?
His best friend responded quickly. (David (to Wes)): If I can get "permission" from Em.*insert eye-roll here*
Wes snorted at the crack about David's controlling girlfriend and was about to respond with a witty retort when a text from Kurt replaced David's. (Kurt (to Blaine; Wes; David)) : We NEED to color-coordinate for the trip. Party line in 5?
(Wes (to Kurt)): No. I'm texting David. :P
There was a long(er than usual; Kurt was a champion marathon texter.) Then, (Kurt (to Wes)): Did you tell him yet?
Wes sighed. (Wes (to Kurt)): Tell him what? Of course he knew what. It's not like it was the only reason he was going on this stupid cruise or anything.
(Kurt (to Wes)): That you broke up with Maria because of him. You have to tell him sometime or he'll never realize he feels the same.
Wes buried his head in the navy-blue-and-red comforter (in memory of Dalton, of course.) It hadn't been long since Kurt and Blaine had been in the exact same situation. Except that Wes was bi. And David was straight. But Emily was as bad for David as Jeremiah would have been for Blaine. Wes finally sympathized with Kurt's plight and desperation. Not that he was going to admit it.
(David (to Wes)): Dude. You there?
Right. David. (Wes (to David)): Getting the color coordination lecture from Kurt again. Sorry.
(Kurt (to Wes)): You can't avoid me, Wes. :P
(Wes (to Kurt)): Would you hold on? I'm texting David too, y'know!
(Kurt (to Wes)): Tell him!
(Wes (to Kurt)): Not over text!
(David (to Wes)): Tough luck, man. :/
No kidding.
It wasn't like a week from now Wes would be traveling to exotic places with his best friend and heterosexual life partner. (At least, exotic for boys born and raised in Ohio.) It wasn't like he had just broken up with his girlfriend of five months because of one (amazing, dirty, mind-blowing) dream he had about his best friend.
Wes just hoped it wouldn't happen again. David was the only other person he knew going to NYU, and he didn't want to mess this up.
(Wes (to David)): You have no idea, David. No idea whatsoever.