AN: I don't own glee, or Cp Coulter's OCs. I know in Cp's tumblr there's been stuff about the Tweedles liking to prank Dwight, but I think that together, they'd make a great trio of friends. This is what I pictured Blaine's electric guitar-solo to sound like- .com/watch?v=n178uCnLS60&feature=watch_response anyways, review please. And now that I review the planned plotline for this story, the romances may or may not take a turn for the crackish. No, I'm not saying Blogan or Kogan…because I highly dislike those two shippings. Enjoy. I'll say once again, my spacing and paragraphing is bummish and awful.
"Whoa."
"Jeez."
"Sheesh"
"Oh my."
"Good Gaga."
"Sweet Castiel."
"Oh my rowling."
"Ho-ly crap."
These were some of the exclamations that could be heard from the group of boys that were standing at the Port, gaping at Brightman's ship. "I was expecting another luxury boat…but…dude…ho-ly crap!" Wes repeated, gaping with wide-eyes at the vessel before them all. This wasn't the usual luxury boat. Ethan and Evan both owned their own individual-but-matching luxury yachts. This was a cruise ship. Like one you'd see on a Carnival or a Royal Caribbean ad. The sides were painted blue-gray with gold accents. It was evident that it was brand spanking new, the portholes gleamed silver and the crisp flag on the very tip of the cruise ship was billowing in the strong but warm breeze. "All ours, for a whole seven days." Both twins said blissfully with their biggest Cheshire grins. "Last one in is a Logan!" David and Wes snickered at their truly-lame joke, shoving the Stuarts aside and running up the ramp and into the ship. The Tweedles followed behind, brushing past Logan and Derek. Dwight, Reed, Kurt, Shane and Blaine all charged forward at once, just about ramming into poor Logan, who nearly slipped off the dock but Derek and Charlie reached out just in time, each grabbing a fist full of the front of Logan's shirt and yanking him back onto the ramp. "Thanks." Logan said, slightly shaken by the near-death experience. Derek nodded while Charlie merely shrugged nonchalantly, heading up the ramp and after his Windsors.
The Windsors were scattered throughout the Sky Deck after a rather long climb from the lobby where they'd entered up to Deck 9. Wes and David had made a mad dash for the foosball table, Shane and Blaine had occupied themselves with a brand new electronic pool table while Reed (who refused to be surrounded by speeding pool-balls and polished pool sticks) and Kurt watched, sprawled out on plush lounging seats by one of the three pools located on the ship. Dwight had just finished spraying the perimeter with a fresh round of holy water and was just beginning to relax a bit, leaning on a railing and taking in the sea breeze. Ethan and Evan were sipping smoothies from the Beverage Bar, grinning as they did so. The main deck had everything, a long winding water slide, a gigantic projecting screen on one of the ship's two stacks, an outdoor stage, and a whole sports deck on the front of the ship. Logan and Derek finally appeared, looking around and trying not to look amazed and impressed as they definitely felt. Blaine had wandered off, finding an electric guitar that was plugged into something. "Hey guys. Is this-" Blaine had started to ask. "Connected to that amp next to you and the rest of Deck 9's sound system? You bet." Both twins grinned from where they were sitting by the pool, giving him a simultaneous thumbs up. Blaine looked down at the expensive-looking guitar in his hands and gave it an experimental strum. The note echoed around the ship, the projector screen flicking on with a loud hum to show Blaine standing on stage, looking around with an amazed expression. Immediately, all the Windsors looked up, whistling and clapping and whooping. "Play something, Rabbit!" The twins called enthusiastically. Blaine looked down, beginning to play the notes to the first thing in his head, which also happened to be a song they sang on the plane. "Yes!" The Tweedles and Dwight whooped, jumping to their feet.
Hakuna Matata. What a wonderful phrase.
The Tweedles sang, bouncing where they were standing and linking arms with Dwight.
Hakuna Matata. Ain't no passing craze!
The Tweedles laughed, giving Dwight a quick twirl as the three skipped around the pool. Kurt and Reed grinned from where they were watching their favorite twins and their favorite Hunter ham it up. It was also odd to see Dwight so loose and energetic.
It means no worries, for the rest of your days.
The Tweedles and Dwight yanked Logan and Charlie from where they'd been standing with Derek, secluded from the Windsor-chaos and plopped them into lounge chairs by the pool.
It's our problem free-philosophy! Hakuna Matata!
The Tweedles harmonized, resting their chins in their hands on the back of Logan's chair, Dwight doing the same on the back of Charlie's, sending the other Windsors into more fits of laughter at the sight of the overly cheerful twins and Dwight and a slightly amused Charlie and a disgruntled Logan.
Blaine went off on his own little harmonized tune of Hakuna Matata, making everyone grin and clap at the curly haired boy's guitar skills.
By this time, the Tweedles and Dwight had found their way to the top of the slide, which hung directly over the decently deep pool. The Tweedles shot down the slide like blond bullets, skidding into the water, in their uniforms (which they'd been too busy to change out of) and all. Their splash managed to scatter water all over everyone standing by the pool.
It means no worries! For the rest of your days!
Dwight's clear crisp singing voice came from the top of the slide as he just skipped sliding and just jumped from the side of the slide, crashing into the water in a cannonball, sending a small wall of water crashing everywhere, but mostly on Logan and Charlie, who were both seated closest. Ethan and Evan, both sopping wet, grinned at Dwight, whose normally somewhat-neat jet-black hair hung right over his eyes when soaked.
When the Tweedles and Dwight finally finished their little performance with bows and blowing kisses, it had the Windsors just about clutching each other in more fits of laughter. Logan did nothing but glower at the three, puffing his wet blond hair from his green eyes with a 'pft' noise. Even Derek was shaking with laughter from underneath the umbrella-table he'd seated himself at. Charlie seemed to have loosened up quite a bit, chuckling quietly from where he was sitting, even though he was soaked with pool water from the neck down. Blaine hopped down from the stage, seating himself on the edge of Kurt's lounge chair.
"Alright guys. I hold here, the soon to be room numbers. Mom and dad were asses and only gave us keycards to six rooms, so we'll be rooming in pairs. Rooms 216 to 221." The Tweedles announced. "No, you may not pick your own room number, because frankly we don't need certain people having their wicked way with each other from dawn to dusk. You may think in the middle of the ocean, no one can hear you moan but you're wrong. Us, the nine other people on the ship and the ship employees can. Moving on." Evan said nonchalantly, flipping through a clipboard of names and luggage brought on board. There were scattered complaining groans, mostly coming from Logan and Derek as well as Reed and the Klaine pair. Kurt and Blaine once again turned bright red as everyone on the Sky Deck stared directly at them for a second. "Got the random number app ready, Ev?" Ethan asked as Evan pulled out an iPhone. Evan nodded. "Alright, I'd like you all to pick a number between one and ten-" "One!" Blaine yelled immediately. "Two!" Kurt said. "Three!" Dwight said, walking over to the group, leaving a trail of pool water from his sopping wet clothes. "Four." Logan said, his tone bored and maybe a bit hopeless. What was the chance that out of the twelve people, nine of them crazies, that he'd get gracefully stuck with Kurt Hummel or his best friend Derek? "Five." Derek drawled. "Six!" Charlie called, standing up and shaking out his dark wet hair. "Seven." Reed called, tripping over the leg of his pool chair and toppling almost face first into the pool. "Eight!" Shane called, pulling off his shirt like nothing at all and jumping in to save poor flailing Reed. "Nine." Wes said, amused with the sight of watching Shane play lifeguard. "Ten." David finished. "Alright. Let the rooming begin." Both twins grinned.
"Alright. And the first room of the day, Room 216 goes to…" Evan shook the iPhone to get a random number from 1-10. "The White Rabbit and Derek." Both twins said. Blaine and Derek both groaned in complaint. "Can't we do a re-pick?" Blaine suggested with a hopeful tone. "Sorry, Rabbit. We wouldn't wish rooming with a Stuart on anyone, but if we re-picked for you, then everyone would keep getting re-picks until they're with their desired person…" Evan said with a defeated shrug. Blaine sighed, not wanting to make a huge fuss about who he was rooming with. He was on a seven-day cruise with some of his best friends, and it didn't seem right to him to complain about who he had to share a room with, even if it was a Stuart. Blaine walked over to Derek, holding his hand out to shake. Derek's eyes travelled from the outstretched hand to Blaine's face. "Yes, I'm in Windsor. Yes, you're in Stuart. But does that mean that we've got to be hostile? Just for this week. If we're going to room together, I prefer we don't fight. I know we've rubbed against each other the wrong way more than once, on account of-" "Cut the warm, sweet, saintly speech, Anderson." Derek muttered. After a long pause and Blaine staring intently at Derek, Derek slapped his hand into Blaine's and shook it in a way that wasn't rough but heavy. "Truce. But just for this week." Derek drawled, and Blaine nodded.
"Alright. Next room, Number 217…" Ethan said while Evan gave the iPhone a good shake, hoping maybe the next pair will be better. "The Dormouse and Alice." Both Tweedles grinned. "Oh thank gaga." Kurt sighed in relief, flopping onto his back in the lounge chair. Reed grinned, water still dripping rapidly from his blond ringlets. "Wait, does that mean that we'll have to Reed-proof the room again?" Kurt asked, concerned for his injury-prone best friend. "Just lay pillows and thick blankets down. Everywhere." Reed replied with a sheepish smile. "K'know what? Think we'll cross that bridge when we get to it." Kurt giggled. They'd need to see the whole room in order to set it up so Reed didn't (or was less likely to) trip over and kill himself on anything. Reed nodded, still pink in the face.
"Room 218…" Ethan read from his clipboard while Evan shook the iPhone rapidly. "Please don't be me and a Stuart. Please don't be me and a Stuart!" Dwight was chanting rather loudly, increasingly irritating Derek and Logan. "The White Knight and the Knave." Both twins read. "No!" Both Logan and Dwight yelled (Logan more-so screamed.) "Come on, Tweedles!" Dwight whined, almost begging. "Nuh-uh. No re-picks. That's not fair." Blaine said, looking stern alongside his new Stuart roommate. "Ugh. I don't want to share a room with the Knave!" Dwight groaned, his tone coming out more whiny. "And you think I want to share a living space with the Windsor-basket-case who managed to shove rock salt down my pants?" Logan added, glowering again. "I swear, I was detecting all this funky aura coming from your-" "You're insane! You belong in a straight jacket and tossed into a rubber room!" Logan snapped. Kurt looked over, biting his lip. If Logan started a fist fight, there seemed a truly slim chance of Dwight coming out of it in one piece, as Logan was several inches taller and several abs stronger. Blaine slipped an arm around Kurt's waist, readying himself to jump forward and drag Dwight away from Logan, should a fight actually start. "One favorable rooming pair, two unfavorable. Well, this is turning out just perfect." Derek complained.
Eventually the fight had escalated, Logan, despite his medicated state, losing his temper and launching himself at Dwight. Derek had slammed himself into Logan, sending him crashing into Shane and both of them tumbling right into the pool. They surfaced not long after that, Shane with both his arms around Logan's neck. "Hey!" Logan spluttered in rage, struggling and trying to get Shane off him, pulling them both under. "Logan! Get the hell away from him!" Blaine yelled, jumping in after the two, worried for the safety of his younger brother. Derek then dived in, concerned that Logan, the strongest and tallest of the four currently struggling in the pool, would seriously injure one of the Windsors or the Windsors would somehow injure Logan.
All four boys resurfaced again, Derek with his arms around Logan's waist, pulling him to the far end of the pool and Blaine with his arms gripping Shane's shoulders, both of them on the opposite side. "That's it! Get out of there! Right now!" Charlie's voice finally rose over the chaos and everyone stopped what they were doing. The four climbed from the pool, still fuming. Charlie had the tolerance of a saint, being a prefect for Windsor House. This was one of his breaking points. "I'm so sick of you all fighting!" Charlie boomed in his usual-yelling tone, that was reminiscent of a furious school principle, the one that makes a person avoid eye contact and feel exceptionally young and stupid. "You guys all go to the same school. I know rivalry's run high, but like Blaine said, can't we just get over them? I'm not saying for the rest of our lives, we'll always beWindsors, and you guys will always be Stuarts, but just for this week here?" Charlie said, his tone softening to try and reason with the group. More silence from everyone. "If I room with the Knave, I'd like to have the right to place a salt circle down." Dwight quipped. "I don't see why I can't room with Derek. Houston over there's just going to try and exorcise me." Logan said in a mocking tone. Dwight immediately began to argue with Logan, and Logan retorted back, and it just turned into a squabble, this time everyone got into it. The squabble continued until everyone just formed a mob, yelling and screaming until Charlie (now desperately wishing that "St." Justin was here to help with this) discretely stuck a foot out, tripping up Wes, who then grabbed hold of Kurt and David. Kurt snatched up a fistful of Blaine by the front of his shirt, who Reed tried to help by taking his arm, who of course fell forward. Shane saw Reed falling pool-ward for the second time that day and grabbed onto his hand, but the weight of Blaine and Kurt as well as Wes and David only succeeded in pulling Shane in too. Shane had grabbed onto the leg of Dwight's jeans, yanking him into the pool. Dwight had grabbed a fist full of Logan's shirt instinctively for need of stabilization and Logan, in turn latched onto Derek for dear life, who was the last to fall into the pool with a 'plunk.' Charlie sighed, looking at the tangled mass of Dalton students all soaking wet and yelling at each other. He should've demanded to get paid for this 'vacation.'
AN: Not too excited about how this turned out, wrote this in school with chaos going all around me. You'll find out about the rest of the rooms in the next Chapter, which shouldn't take too long to get written, since the weekend's approaching.