A/N: So... Yeah. Lots of Wessy/Klainey goodness, including coffee and Mr. Gavel. Oh, and some texting. Not as confusing as last chapter though.
I do not own Glee, blah blah blah.
Wes yawned as he sluggishly walked down to the door and his suitcases. He yawned when his mother kissed him on the cheek and his father patted him on the back, slipping an extra hundred dollars into his pocket. He yawned as he stepped out of the big house into the early summer morning walked down the path carrying his baggage and a banana. And he was still yawning as he crawled into the back of Blaine's car.
"Good morning!" said the head of curly dark hair in the driver's seat in a singsong voice. Blaine Anderson turned in his seat, handing Wes a to-go cup of coffee the Asian took gratefully. "One large hazelnut with two cream and 3 sugars."
"You are god, Anderson," Wes said, slightly slurred from fatigue.
"Yes. Yes he is." Blaine's boyfriend Kurt was sitting in the passenger seat, sipping his own to-go coffee order. "Aside from the aesthetic perfection, he always remembers coffee orders and is the only not annoying morning person in the world."
The annoying lovebirds smiled at each other.
Wes just groaned. He thought he'd escaped when he'd graduated. "Shut up. Both of you. It's too early for cuteness. Let's just go pick up David."
Kurt coughed pointedly and Wes glared at his reflection in the mirror. The fair boy just giggled.
"Am I missing something…?" asked Blaine.
"David certainly is." Kurt said, thumbs twitching in his lap.
Wes looked at his phone in his lap as electronic birds tweeted.
Kurt: Let me at least tell Blaine.
Wes: No way.
Kurt: Pleeeeeeeeeeease…
Wes: If you were still a Warbler you would SO be stuck on backups.
Kurt: Somehow I'm not intimidated. But if you feel so strongly about it…
Wes: Let me put it this way. If I had told Blaine about your feelings instead of you, how would you have felt?
Kurt: Fine. Your choice.
Kurt looked up from his phone. "You aren't missing anything, baby."
Blaine gave Kurt a confused look, and then Wes but both boys shrugged and looked out the window. Wes drank his coffee and ate his banana, watching the familiar route to David's house. They pulled up to the modest suburban home covered in ivy and their friend just walking out of the door with his duffel bags, closing the door quietly behind him before walking to the car. Wes's stomach fluttered when he saw the shirt David was wearing; the Robin shirt he had gotten to match Wes's Batman obsession.
David slipped into the car and Blaine handed back David's iced coffee, one cream. Wes waved tiredly, even though they were sitting a foot away. Dave grinned, his teeth contrasting against his dark skin. "Hi, Wes. How're you?"
Wes groaned. "Exhausted."
"You look terrible."
"Thanks, best friend."
David grinned again. "So, next stop the airport?"
"In a few hours." Blaine said.
"Do you guys mi…" Wes yawned, "mind if I fall asleep?"
They all shook their heads. "I hate bitchy, tired Wes. Sleep. Please." Kurt giggled at Blaine's reaction. Wes had a reputation for being cranky when tired.
He rolled his eyes and started to pull out his travel neck pillow when David shook his head. "You don't have to do that. I know how much you hate it. Here." He patted his shoulder. Wes moved over cautiously, and then gingerly rested his head on David's shoulder.
"Thanks Davie…" Wes closed his eyes, falling asleep fast with the familiar smell of his best friend engulfing his senses. Also known as happiness.
***POV switch***
Kurt looked at the backseat ten minutes later to see Wes and David curled together. He was the only one who knew about Wes's dream…and David's notebook filled with thinly veiled stories about his longing for Wes. He also appeared to be the only one who realized how perfect the two were for each other. The way that they glanced at each other when they thought nobody (including the other) was watching. The "coincidence" that the boys always broke up with their girlfriends around the same time. The boys always sat close, laughed loudly, and sang together.
"Remember when I was that oblivious?" Blaine asked, smiling affectionately at Kurt. No, Kurt hadn't told him. The boy had intuition (unless it had to do anything with himself), and knew his best friends well.
"Unfortunately." Kurt squeezed Blaine's hand and smiled affectionately.
The curly-haired boy sighed, contented and lifted Kurt's porcelain hand to his lips, kissing it lightly. "Get some sleep, baby. I know you had to get up even earlier than me so you could do your morning moisturizing routine."
Kurt nodded and snuggled up to Blaine, smiling softly as he drifted back to sleep.
***Time cut and POV switch***
Wes woke up to the sounds of Katy Perry. Again. "WARBLER BLAINE, YOU ARE SO DEAD!"
Blaine and Kurt just laughed. David groaned in exasperation. "Blaine, you always wake everybody up with that. Change it up."
"Fine." Blaine changed the playlist on his iPod, changing it to Lady Gaga's Bad Romance. "15 minutes to the airport."
When they arrived, Blaine parked the car and paid the guy on duty. They pulled their bags out of the car (Kurt had four matching bags. FOUR.) Everything was going fine until Wes was stopped going through baggage.
"Sir?" asked the woman. "Please step aside."
Wes exchanged confused looks with the others before stepping closer. "Is there a problem?"
"Yes." She pointed at his gavel in the x-ray. "What's this?"
Oh no. No, no, no. Wes never traveled without his gavel. She couldn't be… "My gavel, ma'am."
"I'm sorry sir, but it resembles a weapon. You can't take it onto the plane." The evil, evil woman un-zippered Wes's bag and pulled out the wooden box lined with velvet. His gavel. His safety blanket. No… She opened the box to check if it was there (it was) and Wes got one last glimpse of Mr. Gavel before she put it under the table, out of his reach. She zippered it shut and gave him his bag- minus his most prized possession.
Wes was completely numb as David wrapped a comforting arm around his shoulder and led him away towards their gate. Wes sat down on a bench and buried his head in his hands.
"She took Mr. Gavel…" Wes mumbled. "He's all gone… All gone…"
"I'm so sorry, buddy…" David rubbed Wes's back comfortingly.
"I got Mr. Gavel from Dad freshman year… the birthday after I told him I wanted to be a judge…" Wes leaned on David's shoulder, washing in the memories. "Remember? He was on my bedside table all the time. And then, when we got elected to the council I could finally put him to good use… I can't believe… after all these times Jeff stole him, now he's completely gone. For good. And I can't get him back by blackmailing her with videos of her singing Disney."
An announcement came through the PA system. "Now boarding, gate 234 for Orlando Florida." Blaine and Kurt glanced at Wes and David, then got up and started collecting their carry-ons.
"This is the first time I'm really leaving him alone… And I'm not even coming back for him… David he's going to hate me."
Instead of laughing like the average teenage boy, David just sighed and hugged Wes briefly. "You two had some great times. Remember when he gave Thad a black eye?" Wes nodded. "He'll remember that. And at least he's not broken. And he's in his box. He'll be fine, Wes."
The Asian boy nodded. "I guess…"
"Sorry to break up this touching moment, but we have a plane to catch." Blaine said, clearly to Kurt's chagrin. Wes sighed and got up, still leaning against David a little. They gave the flight attendants their tickets. Before they went down the advertisement-lined hallway, Wes took a little glance back.
Bye, Mr. Gavel… I'll miss you. But he felt David's arm still around him, and felt slightly hopeful. As one door closes, another door opens.