A/N: My god it's been a long while since I've posted any fanfiction. I've been involved in a pretty emotional roleplay over the last few months. I play Wes and my good friend plays Blaine and I just figured this was some great material, why not dramatize it and make it into a fanfiction because frankly there is never enough Wevid fanfic to go around.
Also if your interested in role playing most of the guys on Glee, please send me a PM. We need males desperately at this point. We alude to them because we don't have major characters like Finn, Sam, Mr. Shue...ect.
There are a few small things your going to have to get first to see where the characters are at this point.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, except my cracked perception of minor characters and a fleeting memory at Comic-Con with Darren Criss. I need a life
So here's what you missed time:
Blaine and Kurt got really hot together over summer. Like way hot and Blaine proposed to Kurt over dinner at the cheesecake factory, but Kurt doesn't know that Blaine's been fooling around with his protégée back at Dalton. That sucks.
While Wes had a meltdown over his parents having a meltdown about him being gay which means he had to transfer to McKinley, so Blaine called a midnight intervention at Wes' house that's he's been living at by himself for the last two months and Wes told David that he loves him and came out to be with him and it took David a week to come around to the idea that they could be a great couple after Wes got the wrong idea over David giving Sugar vocal lesions. Which she really just needed because she sucks.
So now Wes is moving in with David and having to go to psychiatrist three times a week to work on his many problems because Wes all but has panic attacks when he's not with David all day long and his house has been making these weird noises. Also David pretty much told him if he doesn't get help that there will never be a them.
Mercedes and Rachel both got offer the role of Maria, but Mercedes turned the role down and now has to preform twice as long, which doesn't bother Rachel. Except now both Blaine and Wes have to share the role of Tony, which Kurt still didn't get because the directors thought he was to feminine for the role and Brittany and Santana still aren't sure what's going on with their relationship. At least Santana got a little dog and Wes and Blaine as friends.
David and Wes finally got together after Wes had a suicidal episode because David canceled their normal Friday night dinner plans for an emergency vocal exercise session, but vocal exercise were really just a cover because David and Sugar were having an affair behind Wes' back. Ouch. Sugar can't handle hiding it anymore and spreads it all around Facebook and Blaine makes it worse by sending out mass messages to both the Warblers and New Directions, which causes David to break it off with Wes. Between the two of them David ends up overdosing and land in the hospital because he almost dies and Blaine breaks like a hundred laws to make it to David's house in time.
Wes becomes a sobbing mess when David finally wakes up and gets heartbroken when David asks for Sugar. David's parents keep asking Wes and Blaine to get in contact with Sugar, but both of them stand their ground and say and Blaine spend the day off that they intended to spend with David in the hospital at Dalton, most of the Warbler guys console with Wes, while Blaine goes off to work off some steam on Sebastian.
Eventually Blaine drags Wes back, insisting that David is just being stubborn. Wes and David end up getting into a loud argument over the fact they'd been hiding so many things. David just want Wes to lay off Sugar and get to know her.
So Wes meets Sugar for a Spa Night and the Sugar takes it upon herself to start fixing Wes up right again to be with David. Except neither of them know that David is crushing on both of them. Sugar tells Wes to go back to Dalton and be at home. So David proposes for all three of them to be together and Wes almost goes through with it believing that it would keep David with him. Sugar and Wes leave David locked up in the dorm room and decide that he needs time to think and eventually everything goes good until they have a petty fight and break up again, sending Wes back to McKinley High School.
And that's what you missed on Glee.
My phone buzzing was the last thing I was expecting that night. Scratch that it was exactly what I was expecting because Blaine and Rachel had been on my case the whole week on my eating habits. Yet it was from neither, it was from him. Blaine had been complaining about my moping around saying it was quote on quote,"unhealthy". His name was the absolute last name I wanted to see. Maybe that's a lie too, I missed him despite what I told anyone who asked, except Rachel and Blaine. So that being said the rest of the glee club knew.
[text from David Thompson] What's up?
Yeah, so I was skeptical. Really skeptical.
[text to David Thompson] What do you want…
We had broken up the week before.
[text from David Thompson]
Nothing to be honest. How was your day?
So he was going to act like nothing happened. Great.
[text to David Thompson]
Fine.
I suppose I could be civil.
[text to David Thompson]
How was yours?
[text from David Thompson]
It was pretty good, actually. Did you move back into your old house?
Ughhh. That's just great. Where the hell else would I be? It's not like I can go on back to my parents and beg them to take me back in. This is the reason I'm living in the Lima house in the first place.
[text to David Thompson]
Well isn't that nice. Yes, I'm back in old squeaky.
The house started to squeaked at the start of every fall, so it's thus called squeaky.
[text from David Thompson]
Well isn't what nice?
Oh I dunno. The fact you seem all happy and everything over us breaking up. It doesn't even make any sense. I was the one who ended it. So why am I the one all broken up and not him.
[text to David Thompson]
Nothing.
Lies, but you know that's life.
[text from David Thompson]
Talk to me, Wes.
How on earth could I talk to you David? Your the reason why I'm in this rut.
[text to David Thompson]
Why should I?
[text from David Thompson]
I don't know, why should you?
[text to David Thompson]
…
[text from David Thompson]
What's on your mind, Wes.
Really doesn't give up does he. Still doesn't make him any more perceptive.
[text to David Thompson]
It's not like you care. Frankly, the way you have been acting doesn't show that you do.
[text from David Thompson]
I happen to care about a lot of things. You being one of them. So… what's on your mind.
You say that now…
[text to David Thompson]
You never seem to care when it matters.
Like when it comes to you going around my back and dating Sugar Motta, while saying your going out with me.
[text from David Thompson]
Wesley, stop beating around the bush.
Might as well tell him.
[text to David Thompson]
Fine.
[text to David Thompson]
You wanna know what's eating me up.
It's not like he'll dump me.
[text from David Thompson]
What?
…but I feel like if I speak my mind that he'll be gone for good.
[text to David Thompson]
You.
Yeah and there my thumbs go, betraying my head. Showing my heart.
[text from David Thompson]I don't understand. Please, explain.
Not going to cry. Not going to cry. Why does he want me to explain. What is there to explain?
[text to David Thompson]
Oh it must of been your twin that I was dealing with the last few days. My bad.
[text from David Thompson]
Stop being silly, Wes.
Silly? Silly!
[text to David Thompson
]How am I silly?
Please tell me.
[text from David Thompson]
So, how have you been emotionally?
What the hell? That's one hell of a topic change, way to be subtle.
[text to David Thompson]
Use your imagination and tell me.
I know that was harsh. But it should take a rocket scientist to figure out what I'm feeling.
[text from David Thompson]
I'm done playing this game, you win. I won't bother you anymore.
God and there you go again. Running away, giving up defeat. How am I winning? I'm losing my best friend. I'm losing the love of my life.
[text to David Thompson]
I miss you bothering me.
Maybe it sounds a bit desperate. Well I might be a lot desperate.
[text from David Thompson]
Okay.
Seriously. Okay. Way to roll over and play dead. Don't you care. Don't you feel the same way?
[text to David Thompson]
I miss you being in the same room.
[text to David Thompson]
I miss the guy who would hold me back from killing Thad on a daily basis.
[text to David Thompson]
I miss the guy who always fell asleep in my room after movie night.
[text to David Thompson]
I miss my sensible half.
[text to David Thompson]
I miss miss you.
[text to David Thompson]
I miss my love.
Yeah, I am desperately trying to hold onto him. Who am I kidding? I'm still in love with him and I will always be in love with him.
[text from David Thompson]
What do you want me to do about it, Wes?
How am I suppose to know? What do I look like Wikipedia? I'm Asian, not google.
[text to David Thompson]
I don't know.
[text to David Thompson]
Can we try being friends for a while…
I just want you in my life. Is that so hard to believe? As long as your still there, I may not love another.
[text from David Thompson]
You can't be friends with someone you love.
Wait, you still love me?
[text to David Thompson]
Well I can't handle life not having you in it.
You keep me sane, you keep me tame, you keep me from wanting to live life.
[text from David Thompson]
Well, I'm tired of being the bad guy.
[text to David Thompson]
What do you want me to do, David?
[text from David Thompson]
Whatever makes you happy.
[text to David Thompson]
Is it bad to say I'm miserable without you?
[text from David Thompson]
You broke up with me after taking advice from your best friend, when I told you I wanted to work it out. So, the only person you can blame for how your feeling is yourself.
Yeah, so I kinda might have gone over to Rachel's and she indulged me an evening of Disney musicals.
[text to David Thompson]
Fine
[text to David Thompson]
How do you want to work this out?
Please let us be able to work this out.
[text from David Thompson]
I don't know if I want to. I hate walking down this path and getting the same outcome over and over and over, again.
I think I might of died a little right then and there and I may or may not be clutching my phone for dear life.
[text from David Thompson]
I want it to work, but….
OH GOD I CAN BREATHE! But….what? WHAT?
[text to David Thompson]
But…
[text from David Thompson]
I don't know, I'm honestly at a lost for words.
This is not helping the situation David.
[text to David Thompson]
If you still love Sugar… go to her. I don't deserve you anyways.
I love you enough to let you go and wait…. and craft up ways to break you up and send you back to me.
[text from David Thompson]
Sugar and I are just friends. Nothing more.
Well this is news to me…
[text to David Thompson]
Then what am I to you?
[text from David Thompson]
You tell me.
[text from David Thompson]
The ball is in your court now.
I really shouldn't be having this conversation over text message. Maybe it's better this way though… At least we aren't trying to overanalyze each other by every little thing the other does.
[text to David Thompson]
I want us. I've always wanted us.
[text from David Thompson]
So, where do we go from here, because if we ever get back together and we break up again. IT'S OVER FOR GOOD.
One last chance. He really is going to give me one last chance.
[text to David Thompson]
Maybe we start over? I could take you out to dinner, I'd suggest we just forget the other but I know we can't do that. We can't go back. We have to much history to be ignorant.
[text from David Thompson]
We need to get to the root of our problem, before doing anything.
And here we are back to square one. Great.
[text to David Thompson]
How do we go about that then?
[text from David Thompson]
What happened to make us break up in the first place.
[text to David Thompson]
I got jealous… I got worried I lose you. You were asking things of me that I told you I didn't feel comfortable with.
[text from David Thompson]
That's the root of our problem right there, overtime we fight over something it's always to stupid or to small to remember. Which means it should have been worth breaking up over. Can I ask you a question?
[text to David Thompson]
Yeah, anything.
[text from David Thompson]
What made you take Rachel's advice? Rachel Berry of all people.
[text to David Thompson]
Rachel's been a friend of mine for a know that…
[text to David Thompson]
It's not like I could of gon-….
And that's when it hit me.
[text to David Thompson]
I fucked everything up didn't I?
Because I think I might have actually messed up the best thing in my life.
[text from David Thompson]
It's not like you could have what?
[text to David Thompson]
For me being the one to all but preach communication skills and there importance, I know how to muck up not using them like everyone else, don't I?
[text from David Thompson]
Yeah, but what were you going to say before?
[text to David Thompson]
I couldn't have gone to you to talk about. I felt like you hadn't been taking me seriously. Every time I told you no over… you know. You'd try to push me back into even harder. You questioned my sexuality, you even tried to get me to change. I felt like I couldn't talk you even if I tried.
[text to David Thompson]
Rachel's been a friend of mine for years now. I hate that I felt safer talking to her then with you. It was wrong, but I just needed someone to just listen to me for once. And for once you weren't willing to listen.
We never even tried to talk out the small problems. He always bottled everything up and I always ran away from him to go vent our problems out to a third party.
[text from David Thompson]
We should take it slow this time around, because I don't want anymore drama in my life. Neither of us need anymore drama.
Of course. He thinks its a great idea when it's coming from him, but when it's coming from no, let's just ignore what I'm saying.
[text to David Thompson]
Agreed. No jumping back into bed. Just getting to know each other… better.
This is a lie and we both know it. We may not jump into each others pants right away, but we will for sure stop sleeping in different place. I don't know about him, but I've actually grown used to his snoring at night. Even if he'll deny the fact he snores.
[text from David Thompson]
Accept my request.
[text to David Thompson]
Taking it slow? I thought I just 's all I wanted in the first place.…
What the hell is he talking about?
[text from David Thompson]
My other requisition.
[text from David Thompson]
Check your Facebook page.
Oh. Probably a relationship request. I quickly break open my laptop from my desk and make a few clicks and check the friend request box
.[text to David Thompson]
Oh.
[text to David Thompson]
Wait. WHAT?
[text to David Thompson]
This has to be a glitch?
[text to David Thompson]
Engaged?
Yeah. I was definitely seeing things.
[text to David Thompson]
But…. we...
[text from David Thompson]
Yup
[text to David Thompson]
Are you seriously, proposing over Facebook?
[text from David Thompson]
Yes. So…
[text to David Thompson]
David… Of course I would.
I guess he was serious about this being the last chance. I mean I've barely been able to think past asking him out, let alone marriage. Oh god.
[text from David Thompson]
c[-:
Wait, what about rings.
[text to David Thompson]
Are we going to pick out engagement rings together then?
[text from David Thompson]
Yes, we'll go the whole nine yards. Just for you.