Wes was having an amazing dream. Well, it wasn't really a dream, per se, but he just felt incredibly happy. He was surrounded by warmth which permeated every fibre of his being. Why couldn't you apply these skills in English class where you could desperately use them, Mr Connors? His English teacher seemed to ask him in the back of his brain. Wes ignored it and tightened his grip on whatever was radiating this heat. He was like a reptile when it came to temperature, and loathed the cold. Living in Ohio was probably not the best choice.

The warm object shifted slightly, and his mind was jolted from the land of light sleep into full consciousness. His eyes flickered open slowly and came to rest on a white, plastic button, surrounded by even whiter, slightly crumpled fabric. Wes followed the line of buttons until he came to a collar, followed by an expanse of chocolate brown skin. He looked over the familiar features of his best friend's face, which had barely changed in the years since he'd met him. The boy's forehead was relaxed and unlined. There were faint laughter lines at the corners of his closed eyes, and he looked calm, and, dare Wes even think the word; serene. He internally flinched at the word. He did not use words like that. He did not come up with weird imagery either.

Wes suddenly registered how close their faces were to eachother. So close he was able to feel it when the boy exhaled, the warm air brushing against his face. This was suddenly very awkward. Not that he hadn't woken up to David before, oh God no. They'd slept in the same bed hundreds of times. It was just they'd never been so tangled up together, so close to eachother. And usually when one of them woke up he would prod and poke the other incessantly (if he felt like being nice. If he didn't then he would usually pour a bucket of water over him. Or draw on his face.) but he'd been awake for about two minutes already and he was just lying there, not even trying to move away, still entangled with his best friend, arms clamped tightly around him, even.

This wasn't supposed to happen though. They were buddies, 'gal pals' as his sister called them. He was the Vanilla Bear to David's Chocolate Bear, the JD to his Turk, the Howard to his Raj. No further. Wes wasn't even sure what he was feeling. It wasn't exactly...attraction. Were they even feelings like that? Maybe he was just having doubts because of the situation. Because they hadn't even spoken in days. Wes really didn't know and he couldn't help but feel just a little bit freaked out. He wasn't gay, he was sure of that. He definitely wasn't attracted to guys. But why were they such close friends? They were both equal amounts of awesome mixed with several ounces of crazy with absolutely no common sense allowed in the mixture. He even liked David's girlfriend, thought she was perfect for his friend. Wes was happy with Jenna, hell; he was in love with her. And she knew that.

The perfect song popped into Wes' head, prompted by his Scrubs comparisons.

There's no need to clarify, (Oh no?)

Just let it grow more and more each day,

It's like I married my best friend, Wes could totally relate to that. People were constantly taking the piss of this, forcing them to kiss when they'd been caught under the mistletoe, (they'd made out for about thirty seconds, just to see the other Warbler's reactions.)

(But in a totally manly way)

It's guy love, that's all it is.

Guy love, he's mine, I'm his.

There's nothing gay about it in our eyes. They'd been saying the same thing for years now, but nobody really believed them. There was still a sweepstake going on as to when they would finally get together, which was rivalled only by the one they had started up for Klaine.

I'll be there to care for all the lows, When David's last girlfriend had dumped him. When Wes' little sister had been in the hospital for her eating disorders. He'd always had David there, a shoulder to lean on. Not cry on. There had been no crying. None at all. Nope. None.

I'll be there to share the highs, There was so many of these moments. Warblers rehearsals, holidays, competitions, movie nights, Halloweens, (Wes would never forget seeing David dressed up as Cat Woman.)

It's guy love between two guys.

Wes smiled suddenly, happy with his conclusion. He definitely didn't want to be with David in a relationship, like boyfriends. He didn't feel attracted to him in any way either. Wes simply loved him in a way that most normal guy friends would probably find a little overbearing and creepy, verging on gay. They were co-dependent like that, and he wasn't ashamed of it.

At that moment David started to stir and opened his eyes, instantly meeting Wes'. He just looked at David, in that way that nobody else could quite understand, as if they were telepathically communicating. David nodded wordlessly and they both got up, Wes checking the time before quickly padding out of the room and back to his own to get dressed. Kurt and Blaine would probably be at breakfast right now, he guessed as he walked past their rooms. He had a quick shower before changing into sweatpants and a pale blue t-shirt, quickly adding a tiny drop of gel to his damp hair and spiking it up a little.

He walked back down to collect David to go to breakfast, and was just about to knock when the door opened and said boy stepped out and they walked silently down the corridor, which was almost deserted. They quickly reached the cafeteria and separated to get breakfast. Wes finally had everything he wanted and carried his tray over to the table where Kurt and Blaine were smirking at him in an insufferably smug way.

"Sleep well?" Blaine inquired as he sat down, and Wes realised that they must have seen him and David earlier. Ah well, no matter.

"Very well, actually." He smiled coolly at Blaine as David also sat down beside him, and began 'stuffing his face' with as Kurt so often put it. Said boy was taking the time to give David a revolted look before nibbling daintily on an apple. If you can nibble an apple daintily, that is.

"We came to fetch you guys, but you both seemed...occupied. We didn't to disturb you." Kurt now joined in, the smirk back on his face. David was unperturbed. He swallowed his mouthful and grinned at the two boys across the table.

"Thanks guys, we'll be sure to extend the same courtesy to you two when you finally get your acts together and just jump eachother already." This was met with Kurt and Blaine's mouths opening and closing slightly in a way that reminded Wes of goldfish, before Blaine anxiously tried to cover up his embarrassment.

"So...you guys were...?" He trailed off, looking actually quite surprised. Wes wanted to laugh out loud at his expression. For someone who asserted daily that they were made for eachother and were like husbands, he seemed astounded by the possibility of the two actually being in a relationship. It was fun to mess with Blaine's head.

"Yes, actually we were." Wes was having difficulty holding back his laughter at the shock on his two friends instantly. David caught on instantly.

"Yeah, it was great too. Though we almost got caught, Wes was so loud." Kurt blushed bright red as he usually did at the thought of anything that went beyond kissing. At this point Wes was dying inside with laughter, but he kept a straight face, albeit with a lot of effort.

Blaine tried to disguise his surprise by pointing out that they had evidently lost the bet.

"Not so, my scarily short friend. The terms were not to talk to eachother, and to act like normal friends. I don't see how we lost." Wes pointed out and now Blaine was the one who was blushing.

"Normal friends do not do what you two did last night."

"What's so unfriendly about watching a movie?" David asked innocently. Kurt and Blaine stared at him uncomprehendingly, before exchanging a glance.

"A movie?" Kurt asked, almost sounding relieved. Wes nodded, taking another bite of his bagel as he revelled in the looks on their faces.

"Yeah. We watched The Men Who Stare At Goats. Wes came over for our traditional Movie Night, and we watched the movie without talking as per requirements, though Wes almost got us caught by laughing so loud." David paused his story here to look innocently up at their friends. "Why, what did you think we were talking about?" Blaine just shook his head, embarrassed, and muttered something that sounded like 'never mind'. Wes found it almost impossible to resist the urge to take a picture of the two boys' faces.

I hope that wasn't too painful. I did have a plan for this chapter but my mind decided to run off in a completely different direction as I attempted in vain to insert some humour into it. I'm not very good at thinking of jokes and situations, so I normally adapt scenes from life at school to fit. My friends and I are capable of turning any innocent statement into innuendo, so that is also helpful.

Thank you to everyone who reviewed/alerted/favourite/read etc. Seeing my inbox filled with FF notifications really made my day, you have no idea how much. I hope I haven't disappointed with this chapter, but after practically failing my drama I wasn't really in a writing sort of mood.

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