AN: I KNOW I SHOULD BE WORKING ON THE LATEST CHAPTER FOR KLAINE: WALKING ON SUNSHINE BUT THAT CHAPTER IS REFUSING TO WRITE ITSELF AND I HAVEN'T EVEN WORKED THE PULAINE FRIENDSHIP.
Okay. I was PM-ing with MusicalEscape/Em and somehow, I managed to come up with an idea. IT...WAS...THIS ONESHOT!
I wrote this on a plane whilst listening to As If We Never Said Goodbye, so sorry if it feels...weird. Just...o_0
I think this is more of a canon!Wes to fandom!Wes.
Disclaimer: Don't own glee, can't sue me. Sue. Can't Sue Sylvester me. Hey, that's cool. I own Joseph though.
'Wes,' Jospeh began proudly. 'The Warblers have decided to elect you leader of the Council next year. Congratulations. We hope that...'
Joseph's voice drifted out of Wes's mind as he processed the news. Adam had managed to sneakily hint at it yesterday by telling him that he needed to stoick out on gavel polishing materials, but Wes was too busy trying to get Blaine to admit his type.
'Wes? Wes. Wes...' Joseph was worried, waving his hand in front of Wes's face, who jolted in his seat when he remembered Joseph was actually talking to him.
'Pardon?' After all, Wes was always told to be polite and to never say, 'What' or-god forbid- 'Huh?'. Good gentlemen never said-
'Wes? You've done it again.' Joseph said firmly.
'Sorry.'
'I will now present you with your gavel. Take good care of it- you will be using it regularly, so you'll have to make sure it's cleaned properly and so on. A good Council leader never allows his gavel to get dirty.'
'Did that sound...dirty to you?' Wes asked.
'Yes.' Joseph frowned. 'Sometimes I wonder why Dalton is percieved as a gay school, but I think I understand now. Okay, I need to tell you something about-'
'Are you wearing bio-hazard gloves?'
'Yes, that has to do with the gav-'
'ALL RIGHT,' Blaine shouted, storming into the choir room. 'David and you have been pestering me for days- here it is. I like boys who are taller than me, have a good sense of humor, preferably sarcastic, can put up with my dorkiness, has nice brown hair, amazing eyes- I don't really care which colour but blue or green would be awesome and he needs to be able to sing very well. It would be great if he's fashionable too, but I'll probably meet this guy and he'll be in a loving, committed relationship with the- I don't know- Sam Evans kind of guy.'
'Blaine,' Wes said quietly. 'Sam Evans is straight.'
'THAT'S THE POINT!' Blaine shrieked and stormed out.
Blaine stormed out and Joseph raised an eyebrow.
'I'd better make sure he's okay. He seemed pretty...' Joseph struggled to come up with the appropriate word and Wes simply shooed him away. Joseph hurried out and dropped the gavel he was about to hand to Wes. Wes's quick reflexes allowed him to catch the gavel though, and-
Hang on. Where was he?
Wes was in a public school. That was enough to shock him into standing still. A girl bumped into him and he apologized, but the girl merely glared at him. She was wearing a cheerleader's outfit and she was pleasant to look at.
'What are you looking at, new kid?' she snapped.
Oh. Okay. Not so pleasant to talk to.
She strutted away, the cheerleader's skirt swishing against her legs. A geeky looking guy with mad hair walked past and began interviewing a pale boy. Wes could faintly hear what he was saying. Something about karaoke and autotune.
' You know what, Jacob? It doesn't take much courage for people to park their cottage cheese behinds in their Barcaloungers and log on to the Internet and start tearing people down, does it? But you know what does take some courage? Standing up and singing about something.' the boy said. He had quite a high voice. Wes smiled. This guy had attitude and his vocal range was probably amazing.
'Say what you have to say TO MY FACE.'
Wes gasped in horror as a jock walked by and threw an ice-cold red beverage into his face. Everyone hardly batted an eye at this and Wes was ready to tear his hair out.
'Welcome back, lady!'
So, they were bullying the guy because he was gay? Wes frowned and another jock was suddenly in his face.
'Hey new kid,' he sneered.
'Hello.' Wes automatically replied.
'What's your name?' he leered unpleasantly. 'I bet it's something like Loving Fagserson.'
'It's Wes-' Wes began, but he cut off suddenly. If he gave the jocks his real name, tracking him down and general bullying would be easier.
'Wes?'
'Wes...mond.'
'Full name, new kid.'
'Wesmond...Jeff Nicholson-Anderson-Thompson.' Wes fleshed out, hoping the hypenated surname would confuse the dim jock. 'The third.' he added when he realized his name wasn't impressive enough.
'You posh?'
'Actually, it's 'are you posh?'.' He corrected automatically.
'Hey! Azimio!' The jock said menacingly. 'The new kid's being all stuck up.'
'Oh really?'
'Uh huh. And his name's all long and fancy too. I'm thinking maybe a slushie would help the stick up his butt fall out.'
'Yeah. You get the slushie.'
'No, you get the slushie.'
'Why don't you both get the slushie?' Wes suggested weakly. He quickly slipped away and shuddered. He wondered how that pale boy handled it.
Suddenly, someone pushed him into a girls bathroom and a short girl began singing. Wes was blown away from the sheer richness of her voice. The other girl seemed surprised and jealous of this and joined in. She was almost as amazing, but Wes guessed she would be best whilst singing a ballad rather than a Lady Gaga song. Wes smiled as he enjoyed the kick-ass duet when suddenly-
'SHUT UP!'
Wes blinked.
'AND YOU! OTHER OTHER ASIAN, PERVING IN A GIRLS BATHROOM LISTENING TO THAT GOD AWFUL SHRIEKING! WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?'
Wes had possibly never been more terrified in his whole life when the two girls turned around, one with a shocked expression and one with a furious expression.
He weakly held up a hand. 'I come in peace.'
Somehow, Wes managed to get back to the corridor without invoking the wrath of the ladies. It was scary enough, until someone who looked scarily liked Sam Evans walked down the hall- but Sam Evans didn't have shocking blond hair that was obviously dyed.
Ignoring one of the most disturbing things he had ever seen- a blonde Sam Evans, because really?- Wes wondered how he would get back to Dalton. He quickly decided this was the weirdest dream he had ever had, until something happened that made him realize it was real.
He fell over.
The floor was solid.
To Be Continued...right? I mean, 'Touch-a Touch-a Touch-a Touch Me' will be coming.
But this probably won't get updated in ages.
