Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or any of these characters… if I did, Karofsky wouldn't exist anymore, Jesse wouldn't have been such an asshole (albeit one I believe legitimately fell for Rachel), and there would be a LOT more Blaine.
A/n: Wow, I have people GROVELING for new chapters now? Now really, that's uncalled for… all you have to do is ask nicely!
Blaine actually sort of liked the fact that Wes and David were hanging out with him and Kurt; while he hated the fact that they had interrupted his fun, it was nice that they could all hang out together.
"So we are going to go back for Warblers practice, right?" Wes asked, tossing a hacky sack up in the air and catching it over and over again.
"Shit… we do have that this afternoon, don't we?" Blaine watched as Kurt stood up, hurrying over to the messenger bag he'd dropped when he'd first come into the room.
"What, did you forget your music?" Blaine watched as Kurt pulled out a black notebook, sighing in relief.
"No, thank Gaga… it would have sucked to have to drive all the way to Lima this afternoon when we just got back from a long weekend," Kurt replied, tucking the binder back into his messenger bag and walking back over to flop down on Blaine's bed. "So, what are we going to do for the next hour?"
"Well, we could talk about how your eyes…" Blaine cut David off by throwing a pillow into his face, giving him an evil look to tell him that he'd better shut up or else.
"What about my eyes?" Kurt asked, a mischievous grin on his face.
"Nothing…"
"Oh please, Blaine… Kurt, we couldn't make him shut up about you for three days after your little spying debacle."
"Wes!" Blaine said, tossing his other pillow at the boy sitting at his desk, succeeding only in knocking the hacky sack onto the floor as Wes caught the pillow in his arms. Blaine could feel his face flushing with embarrassment as he saw Kurt's face, taking in the information he'd just received. "God… you two just don't know when to shut up, do you?"
"We're only trying to help… not that you really need it given what we saw when we came in," David replied with a wink.
"Okay, moving on…"
"Oh, come on, Blaine… you tease us about the girls all the time."
"Yeah, Wes, but not in front of them!" Blaine reached up and ran a hand through his hair, trying to think of a way out of this one without too much embarrassment.
"Blaine, relax… it's kind of cute," Kurt said, reaching out and touching the back of Blaine's hand.
"Awww…" Blaine glanced over at David, giving him the stink eye again as a warning to shut up.
"David, shut up." Blaine smiled as he heard Kurt putting into words exactly what Blaine was attempting to say with the look he'd given his friend.
"Exactly… David, shut up. Or maybe we'll make this awkward." Blaine saw Kurt raise an eyebrow at Blaine's threat. Blaine smirked back at Kurt, winking at him in an attempt to let the younger boy know that he was really just kidding; he wasn't sure if Kurt got the hint, but Blaine didn't really intend to make good on that threat.
"I'm not sure if I should be amused or worried that you two might actually make good on that threat," Wes replied with a smile. Kurt raised an eyebrow, looking at Blaine for a moment. Blaine wiggled his eyebrows like Groucho Marx briefly before leaning over towards Kurt and pressing a kiss on the younger boy's lips briefly before pulling away.
"Considering the fact that we just caught the two of you doing much worse less than an hour ago, that was hardly awkward."
"We could make it more awkward…" Kurt replied with a smirk. Blaine was a little surprised that they were doing this; he felt awkward kissing in front of his friends, and he wasn't sure if it was worse for him or for the others.
"Okay, now I'm thinking it's time for a different topic of conversation…" Blaine watched as David leaned back against the wall behind the door and slid down until he was sitting. "You guys didn't eat lunch, did you?"
"No, we sort of slept through it." Blaine didn't miss the raised eyebrows at his comment. "Get your minds out of the gutter… I mean slept in the literal sense of the word."
"I'm not sure I buy that one…" Wes began.
"I know we're supposed to think about sex all the time because we're teenaged boys, but you two are seriously going overboard with this one," Kurt replied with a smirk, winking at Blaine as if there was some sort of secret the two of them shared. It was sort of funny messing with the two straight guys in the room. Blaine smirked back at Kurt, knowing exactly what the younger boy was trying to do with that little wink.
"Kurt, if you're hungry, Blaine hides the food his stepmother sends him in the storage drawer on the top shelf of his closet," Wes said, picking up the hacky sack and starting to toss it again.
"Ignore the stuff he puts on top of the fridge… that's what his mom makes, and she's not as good a cook as his stepmother," David added.
"Wait… how the hell do the two of you know that?" Blaine hadn't ever mentioned his habit of hiding the good stuff to anyone at school; the fact that Wes and David knew was a problem, given the fact that he was trying to hide the best of his homemade snacks from the two of them.
"Your stepmother always packs stuff in Tupperware, not Ziploc bags. And the Tupperware always disappears pretty much immediately after it shows up in your mailbox."
"Okay, Wes, but that still doesn't explain how you know where it goes…"
"Uh… lucky guess?" Wes suggested with a guilty look on his face. Blaine glared at him, wondering if it would actually get the boy to spill. He wasn't sure if it would work, but it was worth a shot.
"You really think that lie is going to work, Wes? Just fess up that you took one of his ties last week…"
"It had better be back in my closet by the end of the day," Blaine said, shooting a death glare in Wes's direction.
"It already is," Wes replied, smirking.
"You broke into my room… twice?" Blaine asked.
"Hey look, it's time to go to rehearsal…" Wes said, getting up and dragging David out of the room.
"Somehow I think it's been more than twice," Kurt replied.
"I think I'm going to have to find a new hiding place for my stepmother's cookies." Kurt got up and started over to the door, picking up his messenger bag as he walked. Blaine followed suit, shutting the dorm room door and wrapping his arms around Kurt for a moment.
"We have to get to rehearsal…" Kurt started.
"We have a minute," Blaine said, leaning in to press one more kiss onto Kurt's lips. "I think next time we'd better remember to lock the door…"