"You want to what?"
Wes couldn't believe his ears. He'd heard of some crazy break-in attempts, being part of the one to kidnap Pavarotti, but this was insane. He knew crazy, hell, he lived with crazy (Windsor, anyone?)! He also knew the Tweedles were crazy (how could they not be?), but this, this was crossing the line. There's a prank, there's a prank gone too far, there's a suicide mission, then...Wes's mental graph didn't even have a place for what the twins were asking!
"You heard them. It's completely insane, I know, but...what can I say? I'm kind of a sucker for the ladies." The voice crackled over the walkie talkie previously hooked to Ethan's belt loop. Now it sat, disregarded, on the floor.
"Han...Han, do you even...how could...why do you encourage them?" David demanded, pinching the bridge of his nose in exasperation. He shot a look at Wes that clearly said, "Why do we get pulled into these things?"
"Encourage? I'd like to think that I'm-."
"This is ridiculous! You can't just put video cameras all around Dobrey! Under any other circumstances, I might be all over this, but after our campus arrest, plus all the shenanigans with Logan, we're sure to be expelled if we're caught! And sorry if I'm not jumping on that ship with much enthusiasm!" Wes interrupted, jumping up from where he sat with David on the couch in the Tweedle's room. He stared down at the twins, sitting cross-legged on the opposite side of the coffee table, their arms linked.
A few seconds of silence, in which identical Cheshire cat grins were exchanged beyond the notice of the Asian, before David looked up from his hands in his lap.
"Not that I'm agreeing, but how exactly do you plan on getting in? I mean, we don't exactly look like girls..."
Wes nodded furiously, throwing his arm out in a "see?" type of gesture. He sank into the couch with a groan. "The whole school has at least seven different key-card accessed areas that are turned on at night to prevent any exiting or entering. Not to mention, the security they had to hire after the Boy Break-In of '82, in which four boys (not of Dalton education I must add) decided to sneak in to see their girlfriends, intoxicated, at 4 AM, on a Tuesday."
The twins merely rolled their eyes, one of them digging in the bag they had set on the coffee table to pull out a plastic container. They each dug out something and held it up for the duo on the couch to see.
In each twin's hands, much to Wes's growing despair, were two pairs of multi-colored credit-card looking pieces of plastic and a key ring with about ten keys each. Ethan and Evan, sensing Wes and David's sure-defeat, high-fived, earning a laugh from Han.
Ethan shrugged, "Han hooked us up," he supplied.
"Besides, we have all the details of how we get in covered." Evan smiled.
"Dear Hare..."
"Darling Hatter..."
"You have nothing to fear!" They finished, cackling in their creepy 'we-sound-the-same-fear-us' kind of way. Or at least, that's what it sounded like to Wes.
David looked like he was...actually considering it. Wes was appalled. How could David even think that this was a good idea? After all they went through on a daily basis, plus everything since Kurt transferred...Wes's stomach dropped. He, too, was beginning to consider it. Part of his mind argued that his and Tabitha's break-up had gone none-too-smoothly, and he was a little depressed because he was no longer the center of David's attention, which secretly he loved (but you didn't hear that from him!). The Tweedles were usually pretty full-proof. They took into consideration...well, everything. If something happened and they got trapped, Wes was sure not only would Han work to get them out, but the Tweedles would do some split-second planning to save them, and escape away from Dobrey with no girl the wiser.
And then the goody-goody part of his mind woke up from its daydream of being able to see what the girls were doing at the touch of a button on his laptop. It would have none of that. But as soon as Wes opened his mouth to say something, a loud pounding at the door caught the whole group's attention, including Han's, who was stringing together startled curses from the walkie talkie. Apparently he was so immersed in their conversation, he didn't notice Dwight rushing down the hallway to the twin's room.
"Tweedles! Wes! David! Kurt made-." He didn't even have to finish; all four boys were up and flying at the door within seconds of the words leaving Dwight's mouth.
Poor Dwight, Wes thought, as the boys barreled out of the room. Dwight, not being able to get out of the doorway in time, was on the ground, holding his most likely smashed nose and four of his multiple amulets, screaming something along the lines of, "For all you know I could have been a Demon waiting to devour your souls!"
Wes mentally shrugged, more for us.
And then their entire conversation was forgotten in the bliss of Kurt's magical cookies...
...Except that it wasn't.
