Chapter One
Please, oh please, let this be some kind of bad joke.
That was the only thing that was going through Kurt Hummel's fabulous mind as his blue-grey eyes opened in pure shock at the boys in front of him.
He and all of the other Warblers were in the choir room after school. It was a medium sized room, and the whole team was facing Wes, who was seated at a large table at the back of it with his gavel and running his hands through his hair, looking super frustrated. David was sitting next to Wes, trying to calm the boy down.
Blaine looked at Kurt with worry in his hazel eyes from his seat next to David. Even Wes had stopped talking (That was rare) when Blaine asked "Kurt, are you all right?"
"Yeah, you looked like death warmed over." David, not universally known for his tact, added.
"We're… sleeping…. here?" Kurt demanded, wondering if he had just heard correctly. "Spending the night?"
Blaine stood from where he was sitting and strode over to Kurt. "It's a Warbler tradition for the whole team to spend a weekend here, bonding," he said, putting a hand on his best friend's shoulder. Blaine leaned in closer and whispered in Kurt's ear, "I tried to get you out of it, but they wouldn't let you."
As angry as Kurt was, he couldn't help loving the sensation of his best friend's hand on his shoulder. Why? Because he was in love with said best friend. Though said best friend was not aware of that fact.
However, he tried to shake it off, unsuccessfully. "I am so not doing this," Kurt said, crossing his arms over his chest, looking vaguely like a G.I. Joe action figure. If G.I. Joe was flamboyantly gay and wearing a Dalton uniform, that is.
"Look, Kurt. It's one weekend," Wes snapped, a little frustrated.
"And you don't have to wear the uniform…" David said in a singsong voice, knowing Kurt would like that.
Kurt's position weakened and he began to smile. "Fine then." The tall boy said. "I will commence packing for this endeavor. But don't expect me to like it."
…
Three hours later, at home, Kurt was freaking out. Packing was stressful! He had to make sure he looked good in all of the outfits he decided to take. After all, he was spending the weekend with the boy who he had the largest possible crush on, not in a uniform. What exactly was he supposed to do? It wasn't as ifhe could call up Blaine and ask him what he liked best on him…
…Or could he?
No, that'd be stupid! Could he drop any more of a hint saying I like you? No, he could not.
However, Blaine had been pretty oblivious to the hints Kurt had dropped, Kurt reminded himself. Kurt had thought that singing 'Baby It's Cold Outside' would have done it. But no. Blaine still remained ignorant of his best friend's feelings towards him.
Kurt groaned and threw himself on his bed. Why did he have to fall for the most talented boy at Dalton who didn't have a clue how Kurt felt about him? Furthermore, why did he fall for his best friend? That only happened in movies!
Yes, it was absolutely cheesy, Kurt admitted to himself, but it was true. He was head over heels for his best friend.
Kurt was interrupted from his daydream by the vibrating phone to his left. Getting into a sitting position, he picked it up and pushed the green button.
"Hello, Kurt Hummel speaking."
"Kurt?" asked David, sounding surprisingly timid.
"Hey David!" Kurt exclaimed, surprised. David rarely called him, and from the tone of his voice, David needed some help.
"Hey. Kurt, can I ask you something?" David asked shyly.
"Sure," Kurt said, a little cautiously now.
"How… how…." The boy stammered. Kurt was surprised. That wasn't like David at all.
"Spit it out, David. I swear I won't get angry." Kurt promised.
"?" David asked in one breath.
Kurt felt his cheeks warming up. Thankfully, David couldn't see him.
"What are you talking about?" Kurt demanded heatedly, praying he sounded convincing.
David scoffed. "Seriously, Kurt? You think the rest of us are blind? I think all the Warblers know you're in love with him."
"Don't tell anyone!" Kurt shrieked into the phone. Realizing, too late, he had given himself away.
"I won't if you answer my question," the boy replied.
Kurt huffed. "Fine. If you must know."
"Well, how?" David asked, sounding impatient.
"Well, actually…" Kurt began, then was silent for a while. "David, why do you want to know?"
"Never mind," The boy said hurriedly. "I have to go." He continued.
"David, seriously, what's…." Kurt began, but quieted when he heard the tone that told him David had hung up.
Kurt hung up himself and frowned at the phone in his hand. "Well, that was weird," he muttered to himself, standing up and continuing to pack.
About five minutes later, Blaine called him. "Kurt, you won't believe what David just asked me."
"I think I have an idea." Kurt replied.