First of all, thank you so much to all of the people who reviewed/story alerted/favourited. It's so exciting to get all of those emails, as I haven't published any writing online since I was about twelve.
I did have another chapter written originally, but I wasn't very happy with the result, so that's been shelved and this is my second draft of chapter two. Still not very happy with this chapter, but I'd rather just get this out there.
Disclaimer (I completely forgot this for both stories): I don't own Glee, Scrubs or any of their characters/jokes. I just love them.
Normal friends. That was the bet. But what did normal friends act like? Wes wasn't so sure. He had thought that his and David's friendship was normal enough. They had a real connection though, more than the average pair. It was like they operated on the same, weird and wonderful wavelength. One that nobody else really understood. He watched other people in their groups and pairs, but it looked so dull. Wes hoped to God that Blaine hadn't meant friends the way he and Kurt were friends. The 'I'm-so-in-love-with-you-but-I-can't-tell-you-for-no-good-reason-and-I-don't-think-you-feel-the-same-way-friendship'. The sexual tension between the two was palpable. The pink elephant in the room stampeded around the room, but still managed to be ignored by both oblivious boys.
Wes had thought that being normal friends was possible. It would be hard yes, but not impossible. But then Kurt had cornered them after first period with an evil grin that the Joker would have been jealous of.
"Why do I have a bad feeling about this?" David said to the room in general. Kurt's smirk widened, and Wes suddenly experienced a sinking feeling in his stomach. He knew what was coming.
"We've decided that being 'just average friends' is too easy, so Blaine and I have changed the challenge. You have to go for a week without talking at all. If you win you'll each get an extra $100." David and Wes exchanged a look. Each boy was hiding his horror at the statement, and the money was making this bet a lot more attractive. They both nodded, and Wes could swear he felt as if his whole voice had been taken away. Who would he talk to, if not David? Who would he exchange loud, obvious comments about the unbearable and obvious tension, in front of Klaine? They had long since decided that Klaine was the perfect couple name for the two boys. They'd toyed between Blurt, Klaine and Kurt Coblaine (which was an awesome display of their cleverness, they'd thought. That name was reserved for special occasions), but Klaine had sounded the best. It was easier to say too.
But now he couldn't talk about anything like that. It wasn't like he could talk to Thad about this the way he could with his best friend. All of the Warblers were of the opinion that Kurt and Blaine should both man up and just kiss already, before the drama escalated and Blaine serenaded someone in The Lima Bean or kissed Kurt's step-brother or something. There was a sweepstake going on at the moment as to what would finally push the two together.
Seeing as he sat with David in every lesson, this not-talking-at-all thing was going to be harder than he'd thought. They took their seats for Latin class, and Wes tried to focus all of his attention on Mr Fitzgerald. He could remember sniggering over that name with David in their first ever lesson with him, as the teacher had told them 'you can call me Mr Fitz if you prefer', and Daniel had forever christened him 'Peepee La Fritz'. He was obsessed with Scrubs. Mr Fitzgerald was taking the register, but when he reached their names he skipped them.
"Right, so Mr Connors and Mr Wilton aren't here are they?" The teacher asked, not looking up from his chart. Wes frowned and called out.
"Uh, we're right here, sir." He looked up in surprise, and then ticked them both off on the register.
"My apologies, boys. I didn't hear your voices so I assumed..." This made the class turn to look at them, as they realised that the aforementioned boys weren't whispering and chatting at the speed of light as usual. Mr Fizgerald went on with his lesson, handing out papers for them to translate. It was a Virgil passage, one they hadn't already studied. David was already scribbling away as soon as the paper touched the desk. He was really fast at translating, because the words seemed to stick in his head and he didn't need to look up as many as the others. Wes mainly hated the grammar side of things, and was better at interpreting passages in English, and then answering questions and essays on them. They would usually work together and help eachother, each coming out with As. This was the same in a lot of their subjects.
David sat back in his chair about ten minutes later and Wes stared at him in confusion. He couldn't have finished all of that, could he? Wes was about three quarters of the way there, but there was still a fairly long chunk left. It was about Aeneas seeing Dido in the Underworld, and how she wouldn't even talk to him, running back to her first husband instead. It was fairly easy Latin actually, but there was just a lot of it to get through. He always got confused with small things like the difference between quae and quod, or hic, hoc and hanc. If they began with the same letter then he was lost, especially if they were small words, or different genders, or declensions or tenses or whatever.
Finally he finished and the bell went a few minutes later. The teacher took in their translations and Wes started gathering up his stuff. David had already left the classroom, leaving Wes to walk with Graham and Matt to Calculus. The two were talking about soccer, as they were both on the school team. There was a game coming up this weekend, Wes gathered. He'd never really paid much attention to any other extra-curricular activities other than the Warblers. At least there was a practice tonight, so he wouldn't go totally insane. His fingers automatically curled as if he were holding the slim pine handle of The Gavel. Passed down through generations of Warbler councils, The Gavel had finally fallen to him to look after. It was an honour, a sacred tradition, as much as the presenting of a canary to the newest Warbler.
Calculus dragged on by until Wes finally had a free period. He decided to go back to his room and start Youtubing (yes, he did think that Youtubing deserved to be a word as much as Googling) songs. It was his favourite way of finding ideas for the Warblers to perform. He mostly stuck to recent songs that were popular and high in the charts that could be arranged suitably to be performed a capella.
Working on Warbler business took his mind off of his challenge. He wondered whether not talking to David meant 'no vocal communication', or 'no contact, vocal, electrical, or verbal.' He had a feeling that it was the latter. It was boring though, not having someone to scheme with. Wes had already switched Blaine's hair gel with honey mixed with washing-up liquid, and Kurt's hairspray for silly string, but it wasn't as funny without David, who Wes was sure had played a few of his own little revenge tricks on.
Eventually he made his way down to the dining room, where Kurt, Blaine, David and Nick were sitting, discussing some assignment or something. His hands were still a little sticky from the honey and David noticed, looking from Wes' hands to Blaine's hair, and back. He caught his eye and grinned, and for a moment Wes felt as if everything was normal. Blaine kept reaching up to his hair each time he caught one of the boys looking at it, and Kurt was just glaring at both boys, his hair falling loosely onto his forehead, slightly damper than it had been earlier. Wes smiled back innocently, and Nick leaned over to whisper in Wes' ear.
"He left cheese on the radiator and planted a few 'surprises' all over their room." He sniggered, remembering the first time they'd used the cheese prank. That had been in Freshman year, and had been incredibly successful in the Head Boys room.
"This is really killing them isn't it?" Kurt whispered to Blaine as they watched how the two would occasionally open their mouths to say something to the other, then stop and remember. They didn't look very happy. Blaine glanced over at the pair before replying.
"It's been over two hours and they still haven't caved. I'm impressed. The National Day of Silence was a nightmare for those two. You could see they were ready to crack. Wes especially because we had to cancel Warblers practice."