A/N:
Alright, here is Part 2, sooner than I had planned.
As always, I DON'T OWN DALTON – Dalton is the wonderful work of CP Coulter, AKA Monique Dimanlig! Please go read her wonderful work and show her your support! I am nothing but a lowly fan!
Reed Van Kamp, Shane Anderson, Micah Randall, Ethan & Evan Brightman, Charlie Amos, Dwight Houston, and Han Westwood are all the property of CP Coulter.
Blaine Anderson, Kurt Hummel, David Sullivan, and Wes Hughes are the property of Ryan Murphy and Fox, as is Glee – the wonderful TV show that started it all.
Please review and tell me if I'm doing this right!
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The Aftermath:
Part 2 – Explaining
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"Poor little Dormouse…" Ethan mused, stroking his chin in a rather posh manner with a completely seriously look on his face, which lasted for mere moments before he broke into a devilish grin.
"Indeed." Evan answered with a grin of his own. "Don't you think it's time…" he began with a silly wiggle of his eyebrows.
"…to stage a full scale intervention?" Ethan finished for him knowingly.
"Indeed." Evan repeated, his grin widening dangerously.
"…we're off to see the wizard!" They chorused as they linked arms as skipped down the hall towards the raucous sounds of the rest of Windsor house.
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Blaine rested his shoulder against the wood of the kitchen door's frame as he watched his fellow Windsor's with thinly disguised amusement. The other boys were sitting at the counter in a half-circle, eyes wide and mouths gaping as they watched Kurt in utter fascination.
Kurt shot his boyfriend a sarcastic smile across the room as he carefully measured the flour he would need to make yet another batch of his "famous" cookies for his dorm mates. Every eye in the room was trained on his nimble fingers as they cracked open a few eggs and gently added them to the batter and he stirred it all together while whistling a few bars of Alanis Morissette's "Ironic."
As he was spinning around the room, stirring and humming softly to himself, thoroughly enjoying the rapt attention the other boys were giving him, Ethan and Evan appeared at the door behind Blaine.
"Hello, Mr. Rabbit." They greeted in perfect unison as they leaned around the doorframe to look at him.
"Gah!" Blaine cried out and jumped away from them, their voices immediately snapping him out of his daydreams about Kurt (the occurrence of which he would deny vehemently later).
Kurt, distracted by his cooking, failed to notice their arrival, and jumped slightly at Blaine's sudden outburst. The large mixing bowl he was using to prepare the cookie dough in slammed against the counter, causing him to fling his mixing spoon across the counter…which landed square in the middle of David's forehead.
There was a moment of stunned silence as all of the Windsor's gathered in the kitchen stared at the spoon in awe.
"Dibs!" Wes called from the end of the counter, breaking the silence, and all at once the boys lunged toward David, trying desperately to get a swipe of the raw dough from his skin.
"Ahhhhhrggghhhh…!" Was all David managed to cry out before he was smothered by several hundred pounds of ravenous teenage boys.
"Alice is making cookies~!" The Tweedles cried out happily and dove around Blaine into the fray, each managing to claw away a small chunk of the dough away thanks to several well-placed elbows to the ribs. Blaine stared at the other boys with a mixture of amusement and fear on his face as he clambered to his feet and made his way to Kurt's side, resting a hand on his boyfriend's hip.
"You're never getting that spoon back, you know." He explained, the words coming out in such a superior way that Kurt had to give him a light punch to the shoulder.
"There is no spoon…" Kurt replied in a jokingly mysterious tone, waggling his flour-covered fingers in Blaine's face.
"Ha!" Blaine burst into laughter at that and had to grip the edge of the counter to keep from falling over. "A Matrix reference from you, really? And here I thought my nerdiness would never rub off on you!"
Kurt just smiled at him cheekily and turned back to his cooking, grabbing another spoon from a drawer and returning to his work before the other boys realized what he was doing. Once the cookies were safely in the oven and he had removed his apron, Kurt returned to his place in Blaine's arms and watched as their fellow Windsor's finally finished squabbling and crawled back into their chairs, all looking slightly ruffled and sporting footprints across their uniforms.
"Satisfied yet?" Kurt asked them all with a chuckle.
"Never! Never!" Came the cry from the row of teenagers, their fists pumping in the air in unison.
"Oh my Gaga, its like they rehearsed it…" Kurt grumbled incredulously, making Blaine chuckle against his throat.
"We'll never admit to it," Ethan replied with a grin.
"Oh no, giving away our secrets is definitely off-limits," Evan added.
"You're impossible!" Kurt threw his hands in the air, but smiled at his friends none-the-less.
"We thought nothing was impossible for us," Evan submitted, his voice slightly forlorn, "but even so…"
"…the Dormouse has presented us with a problem we have yet to solve," his brother finished with a sigh.
The rest of the Windsor boys turned to look at the two blondes with incredulous expressions adorning every one of their faces.
Dwight tried to back away from them both, clutching tightly at the medallion around his neck. "I knew it! They've been cursed!" He cried, his voice ringing with fear, "Who could possibly have the power to curse such devils…?"
He was promptly thumped on the back of the head by at least three hands and fell silent with a resigned look on his face, though his fingers continued to strum over his medallion anxiously.
"What are you guys on about?" Wes asked tentatively, also looking concerned for the twin's sanity.
"Monsieur Van Kamp," Evan stated.
"And the cloud of his angst that has taken over the whole house," Ethan added, his tone implying that it was the most obvious conclusion in the world.
"Ah."
"…and?" Kurt ventured to ask, his perfectly sculpted brows furrowing in concern for his friend and roommate (for more than one reason, since the twins were involved).
"We propose an intervention…" the Tweedles replied.
"…a little push in the right direction, if you will." Ethan added, while giving Charlie's shoulder a less than gentle nudge. The prefect pushed him away with a scowl.
"I don't like where this is headed," he groaned, but Wes and David shushed him and gestured for the twins to continue.
"We've tried everything," Evan complained.
"We started with the obvious, stealing his clothing…"
"And locking him out of his room…"
"Oh, and pelting him with water balloons, of course!"
"We even brought back the clothes, you know…" Evan added as a side-note, his expression completely disgusted.
"But nothing's worked."
"We can't get him out of his room…"
"So how can we be expected to cheer him up?"
Kurt let his head drop down to the countertop in complete exasperation. "You two will be the death of me, I swear."
He heard Blaine chuckle at him over his shoulder and gave his boyfriend's hip a good-natured swat in retaliation. When he finally raised his head, he nearly jumped into Blaine's arms in surprise at seeing the Tweedles leaning over both of his shoulders, their faces suddenly very close to his own.
"Agh! Don't DO that!" He admonished, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment.
"Why not?" One of them asked, pressing his nose to Kurt's cheek.
"Yeah, why not?" The other chorused, mimicking his brother's actions.
Blaine caught the murderous expression on Kurt's face a moment before things grew out of hand and pushed the twins away, pulling Kurt back into a protective embrace.
"Guys, guys…please, don't torment him right now. I don't want to clean up the mess after he slaughters you two." He rested his chin on Kurt's shoulder while glaring at the twins, who had the decency to fake identical looks of remorse.
"We're sorry, Alice," they chimed, "we just wanted to get your take on things."
Kurt glared at them for another moment, then sighed and relented, placing his hands over the pair Blaine had curled around his waist. "Jeezum…don't you two get it? You're making things worse, going about this completely the wrong way."
"Why, whatever do you mean, Alice?" The Tweedles replied, leaning closer to listen more intently. Behind them, all of the other Windsor boys in the kitchen unconsciously did the same.
Kurt glanced around at them all in frustration. "Well, come on, isn't it obvious?" he asked, only to be met with silence.
"Reed is heartbroken." He explained slowly, raising one hand to emphasize his words. He was met again with silence, the twins staring at him with unnervingly wide eyes.
"Wha–…haven't–…haven't you ever been heartbroken before?" He asked them incredulously, his eyebrows raising almost into his hair.
"No." the twins replied immediately, tilting their heads curiously at the thought.
"Oh boy, this is going to be a long night, isn't it?" Kurt asked, more to himself than anything, and felt Blaine chuckle against his shoulder once more.
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A/N:
Aha, the plot thickens! And I still haven't gotten any sleep! D: Lol, oh well! I guess these guys just speak to me! I see why CP has problems shutting them up!
Part three coming soon!
