LOVE LIKE WOE
Summary: What would happen if… Wentana happened? :D
Chapter 2
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Wes stood from behind the Council's desk, gavel in one hand. He looked at the empty room. The windows and the curtains were down; at the corner of the room the piano lay unused in a long time. He sighed as nostalgia sank in.
"Who's the girl?"
Wes jumped. David laughed and patted him on the shoulder. "Reminiscing, are we?" he joked.
"Yeah, well, I think I'm gonna miss this room…" Wes said sulkily.
"You, my friend, are being overly dramatic…" David pulled out a chair and sat down. Putting his hands behind his head, he lifted his feet and set them atop the table. "So…" he continued, "like I said, who's the girl?"
"What are you talking about?" Wes said, a little irate. "What girl?"
"The girl you're thinking about?" David said all-knowingly. "And I know it isn't your girlfriend, 'cause dude, she's not your girlfriend anymore."
"Thanks. Thanks for reminding me," Wes said sarcastically. "And besides, what makes you say that I'm thinking of a girl?"
"'Cause I know you. You are an open book…" David stated simply.
Wes shook his head slightly. "You don't know me that well…"
"True," David admitted. "But I do know that certain girls make you crazy… and you were acting all kinds of crazy a minute ago…"
Wes gave him a confused look. David smiled and rolled his eyes. "Come on, man! You were out here, all alone, sulking and being all nostalgic and whatnot…"
"Since when did being nostalgic become a symptom of some kind of brain disorder?"
"When that person suddenly smiles in between moments of supposedly sad sentimental recollection, then yes, I think that accounts for 'crazy'…"
Wes opened his mouth to protest, but then closed it again. David smirked. "You're not even denying it! Wow, she must have been some girl…"
Yeah, she was some girl all right.
Santana dragged her feet out of sixth period Calculus class. As she stuffed her locker with those heavy books, she sighed as another day has gone by.
Santana was dying to get out of this place. It wasn't as though her new schoolmates were as vile as that Wes person; on the contrary, they were very nice to her. Which was the problem.
"Hey Santana!" one of her classmates called out. "'Want us to show you around?" A group of girls smiled at her.
"These girls are so nice to me I swear they're gonna be nuns when they grow up!" she thought, cringing.
"Yeah! Come with us, Santana!" another girl shouted. "We know a great place where we can scope out at boys…" Peals of giggling followed.
Santana rolled her eyes, although she slightly turned so that they wouldn't see her do it. Sasha fierce Kurt probably loved it here … a no-bullying policy? Puhlease!
Speaking of Ricky Martin, I wonder where he's at right now?
"Uhm, yeah, sure!" she called out to them. "I just have to go to the bathroom first…"
"We'll wait right here," they answered as Santana rushed to the bathroom and pulled out her cellphone. One of the many challenges Santana met in this new all-girls school was the No-Cellphones policy inside school grounds. Whatever. She quickly texted Kurt.
Yo princess kurt! Wer r u ryt now?
David's loud laughter resonated through the hallways and attracted other Warblers by the names of Blaine and Kurt. Before Wes could shut him up, the duo were already inside the choir room, checking to see what all the fuss was about.
"Wes just found a new girlfriend!" David teased. Wes rolled his eyes. "Stop this childishness this instant!"
"Hmmmmmmm…" Kurt rubbed his chin. "I wonder who's the lucky girl?"
Blaine whistled. "Or Unlucky girl…" Kurt giggled as Wes gave Blaine a death glare. "Ooh," Kurt crinkled his nose. "Don't do that again. You reminded me of Santana…"
His phone bleeped. "Speaking of the devil…"
Santana's phone vibrated while she was chatting up with some of the girls. "This is my favorite hang-out spot!" one of the girls squeaked. "Because this is also the hang-out spot of the boys at Dalton!" another girl chimed in. Santana smiled and rolled her eyes as she opened her phone to read her text.
"I do hope they'll be here any second now…" one of the girls said worriedly. "My mom's calling me to go back home…"
"I guess it's your lucky day, sweet cheeks," Santana declared. "Some of the Warblers are coming…"
"O… M… G!" they shrieked. The fangirls circled in on her. "How'd you know?" one of them asked. "Oh my gosh Santana you're friends with one of them?" another theorized excitedly.
"You girls are too giddy it's exhausting…" Santana commented as she snapped her cellphone shut. "It's just the gay guy…"
"Ooh girls! Kurtie is coming!" one said triumphantly. "And we all know, if Kurt is coming…"
"Then Blaine is coming!" they squealed. To Santana's shock, they sighed in chorus.
Santana pulled a finger out. "Uhm, I don't know if you guys have noticed but… Princess Kurt is gay… they probably both are…" she took a sip from her choco macchiato as the girls just stared at her.
"So? They're cute…"
"Ew!" Santana quickly stopped drinking and put her cup down. "You girls really need to go out of this demented place…"
"Oh my golly wow they're here!"
Wes, David, Blaine and Kurt went in line at the Lima Bean. "I don't get why we always go here…" went David. "We're always here we practically memorized the menu…"
"It's not so bad here…" Wes argued. "The staff are nice, the place is clean, and they serve killer macchiatos…"
Kurt rolled his eyes. "You do know that they also serve other stuff besides macchiatos."
"Said the guy always orders non-fat mocha…" Blaine teased. Kurt stuck out his tongue.
Soon they said their orders, paid the cashier, and got their coffee. They went and sat at their usual spot. As Wes started sipping happily at his macchiato, he caught a glimpse of a girl drinking the same order. He stopped. What the-
"Santana!" Kurt called her out from the table next to them. Wes's eyes widened. "Hey bitchface," Santana greeted back. As Wes scowled at the foul remark, Kurt seemed to have grown used to it.
"How have you been doing?" Kurt grabbed a chair from the girls' table and sat beside her.
As Kurt and Santana exchanged chitchat, Wes could not stop staring at them in disbelief.
"Yo dude…" David laughed. "Close your mouth, man!" Blaine smiled as Wes didn't move an inch. David rolled his eyes and tapped his friend's chin to close it himself.
"Well, I gotta get back to my table…" Kurt bid Santana goodbye. "I think my boyfriend's growing impatient," he whispered.
Santana flicked her hand as Kurt stood up. "See ya later Ms. Neil Patrick Harris…"
Kurt sat down next to Blaine and waved at her with his pinky. Santana's gaze shifted to Wes, who was looking at her curiously. She gave him Death Glare No. 7. The boy just rolled his eyes and instead talked to the other guy beside him.
Santana rolled her eyes as well. She was soon nudged by the girl seating next to her. "Hmmm, you like him, don't you?"
"Princess Kurt? Ew! No…" Santana sipped at her macchiato. "Not my type…"
"Oh, we weren't talking about Kurtie…" another girl chipped in. The girls exchanged knowing looks at each other. Santana's eyebrows crossed.
"We were talking about Wes!" the shouted.
Santana accidentally kicked their table. "Pipe down!" she demanded as the giggling bunch she was with got Wes's attention.
To ward him off (yet again), she gave him Death Glare No. 12. Kurt, David and Blaine laughed as he looked questioningly at her. Soon enough, though, Wes continued on with his discussion with his fellow Warblers.
She turned her attention to the starry-eyed girlies. "No," she said sternly.
"But Wes is hot," one argued. "Yeah! And you two totally look good together," another agreed. "In a weird interracial kind of way…"
Santana gave them the mildest death glare she could muster (not too much, though, or else she'll lose the kindest girls she knew). The girls got the hint and backed off a little bit. "Okay, Santana… Backing off now…" one of them said with her hands up in surrender.
Santana exhaled and continued to sip her coffee. The tranquility only lasted for five seconds, though, when it was interrupted by muffled laughter. "What now?" she asked, irritated.
"He's looking at you!" they squeal.
Her eyes shifted and sure enough, there he was, straw in his mouth, sipping his macchiato, looking at her. She scowled as she felt a rush of blood surging through her face. She quickly stood up and walked out of the shop before her blush become evident against her tanned skin.
"Hey Santana! Wait up!" the girls called her as they tried to stop their giggles and ran after her.
"She's the girl, isn't she?" David asked Wes.
Wes gave him a look of disbelief. "What are you talking about?"
"The girl you were ogling your eyes out," Blaine continued. "I was NOT," Wes denied. "You kinda were," Kurt said. He scoffed, "Have you seen the dirty looks she kept giving me?"
"So? Santana's like that all the time," argued Kurt. "On second thought, it's actually weird. Usually she flirts with the first guy she see's checking her out… unless, of course, the guy's ugly…"
The three looked at Wes. "Hey, I am NOT ugly," he pressed on them. "And I wasn't checking her out!"
"Uhm hmm…" Blaine remained unconvinced.
"I told you guys. She hates me, and I hate her, and we both hate each other," Wes stated.
"And you both love macchiatos," Kurt couldn't help himself. David and Blaine burst out laughing.
Wes seethed at them. "I hate you guys…" And soon he continued to take a sip at his espresso with milk.
Okay, so they seem totally out of character… sorry! Next chaptah! :D
