WARNINGS: Fluff. Pseudo-angst. Sickly sweet Wevid. A plot to make Klaine a reality. So, nothing bad!
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee. I wish I did, that would make me feel so much cooler.
(A.N: I'M BACK! Here is a lovely little oneshot for ya'll. It's aslightly AU season two fic, and takes place right around BIOTA. It features the lovely Wes and David. Need anymore be said? I'll also be updating Remember This Summer sometime this weekend, so look out for that! In other business, read and enjoy! Reviews are always welcome.)
Crazy in Love
"Really, Wes?"
"Why not?" Wes countered, his face and tone of voice creating the perfect picture of innocence. But David knew him better than that.
"We can't do that!" David said earnestly. "I just can't see that ending well."
Wes inched closer to David on the couch, the squeak of the leather muffled by the roar of the fireplace.
"It'll be fine, I promise," Wes replied, dropping his head onto David's shoulder and cuddling into his side. He was warm, just like always. The glow of the fire cast a warm orange light over the room, and everything smelled like winter, cool and crisp, like Wes, and warm smoke from the fire. It almost lulled David into giving in, but he started, a sinking feeling in his stomach.
"But what if it makes everything worse and they're even more awkward with each other? What if they hate us?" He sounded slightly panicked, his voice inching just a little higher than usual.
"Trust me, they'll thank us." Wes sounded so confident, so sure that they would be doing the right thing.
"I do trust you. You're my best friend. I trust you more than myself," was David's honest reply.
Wes sat up to face David and said, in all seriousness, "Let me put it this way," he delicately took David's hands and held them in his own exquisitely soft ones. "Kurt and Blaine are our best friends. Well, other than each other," he conceded after seeing a hurt expression flit across David's face for an instant. ""They can't be mad at us. After all, Klaine is endgame, I know it!" His brown eyes widened pleadingly as he wrapped up his speech, and how could David possibly resist those eyes? It was like Bambi or Blaine on steroids. Or something. Yeah. Wow. Did Wes look that handsome a minute ago? Dammit. David could feel himself giving in. He nodded.
"Fine," he said, voice and eyes sparkling with mischief. "But this better end well. If they hate us, I blame you," he declared as he pushed Wes back on the sofa until they were almost fully lying down. A teasing smile lit his face.
"I promise," Wes breathed, his eyes half-closed in anticipation.
Their lips met once, gently. Then a second, time longer than the first, growing more passionate as they explored one another with the gentle sureness that came only from knowing someone even better than yourself.
"I love you," David whispered reverently as they broke apart, gasping for air.
Wes smiled adoringly up at David, one hand resting on his shoulder, the right hand tangled up at the back of his neck. He brought the latter around to brush his fingertips across David's cheekbone. Familiar words crossed his lips almost unbidden, splitting the air with honesty and care.
"I love you too."