The principal of Dalton was an intelligent man. Not intelligent enough however to avoid the classic mistake of trying to separate Wes and David from eachother. They had been placed in separate rooms at the start of the semester, but neither boy ever slept in their own room alone. In the end, everyone just acknowledged the fact that they shared both rooms. Only Wes and David could tell you which one they happened to be using, as they swapped constantly, so you would have to check both to find them. Their parents and friends aren't shocked to find the wrong boy answering the phone.
Blaine, Kurt, Wes and David were walking down to breakfast, having finally managed to drag the former out of bed. Blaine was not a morning person, and today was no exception. His hair had been hastily smoothed down with gel and his uniform was looking 'decidedly un-dapper' to quote the phrase David had used. He still didn't look awake, blinking quickly at the bright fluorescent light in the hallway. Wes and David were walking in their own unusual way, Wes on the right side, David on the left, arms slung over shoulders, stepping in perfect unison. The sight was common to all by now, and it wasn't remarkable to see them walking like that when being served food, or even in Gym, although the teacher did everything he could to get them on opposite teams. Not that he succeeded in separating them.
Finally they reached the cafeteria and acquired their breakfast, the two boys not even breaking stride, so practiced were they at this task. They always knew what to get, and which of them wanted what. Kurt rolled his eyes as he carried his tray to their usual table, watching the two manoeuvre around the breakfast bar. Blaine was already sitting down, used to his friends' strange habits. Kurt sat down beside him, for two reasons. The first being that he wouldn't have to see him every time he looked up, which would cause him to stare and zone out for a minute. The second reason was so that the Wevid monster could sit together, as they didn't like having to separate for mere meals.
"You're looking awake, Meriadoc." David quipped as they sat down, the movement fluid and perfectly executed. They broke contact, but were still sitting closer together than the average friends. Blaine glared at him, reaching moodily for his coffee before he had to deal with the two Warblers. It was like babysitting two incredibly obnoxious children, he was deemed responsible for them by the other teachers and students. If they got into trouble, he was usually blamed too, for not keeping a better eye on them. It was exhausting.
"Again with the hobbit cracks, David? It's really starting to get old." He replied, barely feeling any different from the caffeine. You needed more than coffee to handle these boys.
"Never." David declared, spearing a piece of bacon with his fork and waving it around as he gestured. "The hobbit names will never get old. They will go on, until your eleventy-first birthday." Kurt looked at him blankly, but the other two seemed to understand the reference. Blaine just shook his head at them, wordlessly telling him not to ask. Asking would only encourage them. "I'm actually really tired though. I couldn't sleep because Wes kept snoring."
"I do not snore! Besides, you kept on taking up all of the covers. I had barely any space." The Warbler councilman retorted indignantly, talking with his mouth full of toast.
"I barely had any of the blanket. I was practically lying on the edge! I almost fell out!"
They were interrupted by Kurt staring at them incredulously.
"What?" Wes asked, a little testily.
Kurt shook his head, smiling a little.
"It's nothing really, I just didn't realise you two slept...in the same bed. I knew you guys shared a room but-" He broke off, unable to hide his smirk. He looked helplessly at Blaine, hoping he would understand his point, which of course he did. Wes and David's faces were blank, obviously confused.
"What Kurt means to say is that the two of you are practically married. You're utterly co-dependent on each other." Blaine supplied, and Kurt nodded in agreement.
"I swear I haven't seen either of you apart from the other. Ever. You take the same classes, you're both Warblers, you go everywhere together, and you even sleep together! The two of you are even gayer than we are!"
The two boys sat silently for a moment, thinking about these statements, trying to find some contradiction, or any time they had been apart. Neither could think of anything.
"We're not a married couple! Seriously, we don't know why you guys all say that. Wes and I can get along without each other!" David finally stated, although he didn't look particularly confident.
"We don't have to be together all of the time. We just... like each other's company." Wes interjected hurriedly. Blaine and Kurt both had similar evil expressions on their faces, and they exchanged a look, and then a nod. It was eerily similar to the way he and David communicated, only it was like they had a sort of gay-msn thing running through their brains, Wes thought. He and David just knew what they were thinking. There was really no need for clarification.
"Fine then. You two have to go for a week as normal friends. Like, platonic friends." Blaine announced, noting the horrified expressions on their faces. "No sleeping in the same rooms every night, no conjoined-twin-ness or whatever you two call it. You have to act like how the others are with eachother. In fact, the longer you can go without each other, the more you'll win by."
"What do we win?" asked Wes, narrowing his eyes shrewdly.
"If you win, we will never question your bromance again, and you guys get to think of your own revenge for us." Kurt paled slightly.
"Wait, I'm not getting involved in revenge. Revenge is messy and embarrassing. Think of the hair, Blaine!" Blaine leaned over to whisper in Kurt's ear, causing the other boy to blush slightly at the proximity.
"Relax, Kurt. There's no way they can win this. Have you seen them together? It's in the bag." He then turned back to the others and continued. "If we win though, we get full control of The Gavel for a week, and both of your phones." At this, David and Wes looked at each other for a split second, before turning to Blaine, and each held out their hands to shake on the deal. In unison. Kurt laughed at the frustrated looks on their faces.
"This is going to be easier than I thought." He muttered to Blaine as they shook on it in an awkward four-way handshake.