A/N: Just another procrastination result. Hah.
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Kurt rubbed his eyes slowly, blinking hard as he stared down at the page in front of him. The reflection of the lights above him shined through his textbook, lulling him into a dreary, sleep deprived state. Slouching down into the comfortable sofa he had situated himself into, he aimed his gaze at his wrist before realizing that his watch was broken, probably lying in a gutter somewhere. Sighing in a long-suffering sort of way, he peered up from his cocoon of everlasting calculus and checked the window of the commons area.
Sure enough, it returned signs of a long, rainy winter night.
Returning his stare to his textbook, he took in yet another "solve for x" before he groaned in frustration and pressed his face into his hands. Finals were approaching fast, yet Kurt felt lost in all things calculus. Certain he would fail despite his previous aptitude for math, he wished he could just go to sleep and wake up in his sleepy class at McKinley High, and be the best in his class again.
After what seemed like an eternity, he separated his fingers to read the problem again. There was only one way to finish his homework, and that was to go full steam ahead. Focusing on the page, he was alarmed to see two shadows he had not seen before on his page, and offered the silent room a startled squeak before whipping his head around to find Wes and David striking a pose behind him, identical grins on their faces.
It had taken a while for them to warm up to him, but once they started, it was like a forest fire from a match.
"Hi, Kurt." Wes grinned evilly, and Kurt raised one fabulous eyebrow at him, trying to regain his dignity.
"We noticed you having troubles." David offered, smiling genuinely. "Calculus?"
"Yeah," Kurt said, his suspicious glare softening somewhat. "How do you guys deal?"
"There's a website," Wes shrugged, playing himself off as cool. "It gives you step by step answers and stuff. Really helpful."
"Did Gabe find that for you?" Kurt asked knowingly, and David reddened.
"Possibly."
Gabe was the computer nerd in their residential hall. He was pretty social, but he was a tech wiz, and the boys often went up to him to get help on homework and such. Kurt had been trying for the past couple of days to get him to dress in better clothes— he had the body structure of the classic model, and if he dressed right, he would have ladies and gentlemen at his feet in an instant— but, of course, Gabe was more interested in T-shirts and jeans when he got out of his uniform.
"Well, you might have to help me find that site, then," Kurt shrugged, shutting his textbook and looking up to them. "What's going on?"
"Oh, nothing." Wes shrugged casually, glancing at the ceiling. "Much."
"Just bored of our room." David clarified, eyeing Kurt's fast-rising eyebrow. "We thought we'd come out here and talk instead."
"Don't let us keep you from Calc., though." Wes said hurriedly, lowering himself onto the carpet. "We wouldn't want to distract you."
David nodded sagely, sitting down on the floor. "Kerkly's a bitch."
Kurt sighed. Didn't he know it. Professor Kerkly assigned homework loads based on her moods, rather than her lessons. And seeing as the week prior had been Valentine's Day…
Well, she was not a happily serenaded woman.
"Especially since she's not in love," Wes added. "Last year, we had no homework from the big V-day onwards for the whole semester after Professor Wilson asked her out."
"Big V-day for more than one reason," David muttered, and the pair smirked at each other, remembering the scarred expressions of Blaine, who had unfortunately walked in on the two teachers taking a few creative liberties with their off-period whilst trying to retrieve a lost textbook.
"Poor Blaine," Wes pouted, laughing at Kurt's horrified expression.
"Gee, thank you," the junior groaned. "For an image in my mind which will probably not leave me until I undergo about ten years of psychotherapy."
"You think you have it bad," Blaine called as he entered the room. "I'll never be the same."
Kurt rolled his eyes. "You big baby."
"Want to kiss it better?" David murmured, and Wes let out a snicker as Kurt and Blaine both turned to glare at the duo.
"Anyways," Wes changed the subject. "They broke up recently, and Professor Wilson's in love with someone else now, so…"
"In love with someone else?" Kurt muttered before he could stop himself, and David nodded confusedly. Looking around, he noticed all of them confused at his statement. Giving them all a weird look in return, he frowned, opening his textbook. "Do you honestly believe that?"
"Why shouldn't we?" David asked, as Kurt proceeded to put his headphones in. He turned when Kurt gave him a "don't-mind-me" wave, and asked Blaine. "Why shouldn't we?"
Blaine nodded amusedly at Kurt as he joined him on the couch. "Kurt doesn't believe in love."
"What?" the pair asked incredulously, whipping around to watch Kurt, who was now engrossed in Calculus more than any healthy boy their age should have been at such a late hour.
"Why?" asked David, outraged.
"I'm not sure," Blaine said, smiling a little sadly. "It may be what he's gone through."
Wes shuddered, shaking his head. "No one should have gone through that." David nodded. Both of them had pestered Blaine for weeks before Kurt finally walked in and heard them. Instead of being upset, he smiled sadly and recounted the whole story before excusing himself to go to his own room. "But that's no reason to give up on love. I don't see why you're not upset by it."
Blaine colored at his friend's sly grins, mumbling something that was inaudible to the pair.
"After all, aren't you in love?" David pretended to swoon, starting to laugh.
"Oh, his eyes—"
"—his hair—"
"—his clothes—"
"—you're in love with him!"
"Hey!" Blaine protested. "I never said that!"
"But you think it."
Kurt raised an eyebrow, pulling out his earphones, and placing them next to him. "What are you talking about?"
"Oh, nothing—" Blaine started.
"—except that Blaine's in love, and you somehow don't believe in it!" Wes interrupted indignantly.
"How do you not believe in love?"
"At all?"
"We understand you not believing in teenage love, sure—"
"But completely?"
"Crazy!"
"Ridiculous!" Wes added, raising his eyebrow at David.
"Unheard of!" David retaliated.
"Absolutely maniacal!" Wes glared.
"Ridiculous!" David glared back, and Wes pumped his fist.
"You already said that! I win!" David frowned, and then allowed himself to flop backwards on the floor.
"As much as this word war amuses me, weren't you trying to make a point?" Blaine asked.
"Please," scoffed Kurt, unable to take it anymore; slamming his textbook shut, he turned his gaze to the two giggling morons to his left. "There is no such thing as love."
Wes and David turned to him, smiles escaping their upturned mouths as Blaine looked steadily more amused.
"Kurt!" Wes said, offended. "Of course there is! What about our parents?"
Kurt rolled his eyes, looked at his textbook as if contemplating throwing it at the pair to his left, and thought better of it. Placing it gingerly on the glass surface of the coffee table, he rolled his eyes again. "Wes, your parents are divorced."
Wes frowned slightly before his gaze cleared again. "Oh, yeah!"
"Okay," said David, frowning slightly. "What about my parents?"
Kurt watched him carefully, wondering if it was okay to shatter his friend's daydream quite so early into his life. Deciding that this wasn't the time, he avoided the question. "Listen," he said gently. "Love is like nature's way of fooling people into reproducing. You feel emotional ties, then…" he trailed off, face reddening as he looked everywhere except at Blaine. "…sexual ties, and then hey, presto! you have another human. It's a natural aphrodisiac. It's an excuse to be lewd and make this planet overburdened with people."
Blaine raised his eyebrows, but said nothing.
David paused, looked at Wes, and then looked at Blaine before whipping his head around to stare at Wes again. The pair of them were amazing at silent communication, to Kurt's chagrin, so the diva was getting quite impatient.
"Sounds like somebody's bitter." Wes sang, hopping up.
"Already gone through the litter!" David joined in. Kurt wrinkled his nose in partial amusement as Blaine covered his face with his hands. "But regardless of all of the time that you speeeeent—"
"You still have nobody who will share your rent!" Wes danced around Blaine, ruffling his hair.
"What song are they singing?" Kurt asked, unable to tear his eyes away from the train wreck in front of him. "I don't think I've ever heard it before…"
Blaine peered through his fingers for a second and Kurt's heart swelled. Blaine looked so…young. "They do that," he said sheepishly. "Just kind of…make one up."
Kurt's eyes widened. So this was what Dalton used its extensive literature funds for.
"Oh, you know, you know, you've got no-one waiting, with a smile, at home—"
"You moan, you moan, cause the only way you get to talk, is ontheeeeee phoooone—"
"But still can't see, as plain as light, the aaaaangel to your stooooormy niiiiiight—"
"Hush, he's waiting, he's waaaiting at the doooor!"
"Hush, he's waiting—"
"—he's waaaaiting—"
"— he's waiting—"
"—he's waaaaaiting—"
"—he's waiting—"
The two of them, who had been spinning around in circles and engaging in a positively frightening interpretive dance (which included quite a few glances at the ceiling, but Kurt wasn't really paying attention to that) to accompany their newly created song, clasped hands and sat on either side of Blaine, pushing him back and forth while he quietly tried to decide whether to laugh or lament his friends' lack of brainpower.
Wes sucked in a deep breath, staring pointedly at the ceiling. Kurt, however, was far too transfixed with Wes's antics, and watched as he then proceeded to start the can-can with David, allowing their kicks to speed up with the music as he began to sing, David echoing along—
"Heeeeee's waaaaaaiting—"
"—waaaaiting—"
"—waaaaaaiiiiting—"
"—waaaaiting—"
"—waaaaiiiiting aaaat theeee dooooooooooor!" Wes collapsed on the ground.
"I wrote that song and sang it to my girlfriend, you know." He mentioned after a minute's awkward silence. "Right before we broke up."
"Oh," Kurt said, still assimilating the sheer bizarreness that had occurred in front of him. "What happened?"
"She opened the door and someone else was there."
Kurt snorted. "Not very bright, then."
"No," Wes trailed off thoughtfully.
"The point still stands." David pointed out, and Kurt snorted again.
"The only point I got from that was to avert my eyes and run when Wes breaks out into a song I don't know."
"I thought it was very sweet and nice," David interjected quickly, noticing Wes becoming slightly agitated. Wes relaxed into the sofa. "Anyways, the point is that Mr. Right may be right out that door."
Kurt yawned. "There is no Mr. Right," he intoned sleepily, leaning against Blaine.
"Yes there is," Blaine interrupted for the first time. "And when he and you finally become the Right family, you'll have to eat your words."
Kurt smiled sweetly at him. "Thanks, Blaine," he murmured. "You always know… what to… say…"
Blaine smiled as Kurt fell asleep leaning into him, and pulled him backwards with him so that they, too, were leaning against the couch. After making sure Kurt was comfortable, he glanced up to speak to Wes—
Who was conveniently MIA. Missing. In. Action. Along with his partner in crime, David.
Blaine shook his fist mockingly at the room at large before allowing his head to rest on Kurt's.
"You know, Kurt," he murmured thoughtfully. "I love you. We can't cause a population surge." Kurt shifted slightly, and Blaine smiled before snuggling in closer, drifting off into the same lullaby world of sleep.
Outside, Wes and David peered into the room, watching Blaine and Kurt sleeping quietly by the fireplace, mistletoe over their heads.
"So oblivious," Wes whined, and David only shrugged.
"What can we do," he began, smiling slightly, "except wait?"
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A/N: Thanks for reading! It was kind of OOC but… well, you start somewhere. Leave a review, please !
