Summary: Blaine may be a great singer, but Wes is tired of him wearing out the furniture every time they practice.
Rated: K+
Disclaimer: I just realized something...We're writing on a website dedicated to fanfiction. Why the hell would we need disclaimers!
Wesley was on a mission, and he refused to rest until said mission was seen through. As Senior floor monitor, student council member, and Warblers council member, Wes' job was anything but easy. However, he took pride in every opportunity he had to bestow justice upon his inferiors. And though not entirely an inferior, this case was no exception.
Wes marched down the halls of Dalton Academy holding a small stack of papers in his hand. He had just gotten back from the Principle's office, who had handed him these papers with a look of annoyance and- if he was being honest with himself- disappointment. And Wes could not stand that. He never disappointed anyone, and he didn't plan on starting today.
As he came into the Senior commons where the Warblers practiced every day he saw Blaine leaning nonchalantly against a couch talking to Kurt. His elbow was digging into the leather in a way that made Wes want to cringe. This ends here!
Wes marched up to Blaine and tossed the pile of papers in his face.
"What the hell was that for!" Blaine managed to yell after his shock wore off.
"For ruining the goddamn furniture! Look, I know you're a great performer, and you're silly little showmance is highly entertaining when we're in the throngs of performance, but afterward who do you think has to bare the consequences of your actions? Me! But not anymore! Pay those bills, Blaine!"
As Wes stormed off, Blaine took that opportunity to frantically try to smooth out the elbow indent on the couch. His parents may be rich, but that didn't mean he was!
So, I decided to write this when I saw a youtube comment about how Blaine's signature move seems to be jumping on furniture. Hope you enjoyed! Please comment and tell me what you think!