WARNING: Boy/Boy love, evil scheming courtesy of David and Blaine, shopping, sexual innuendos[?], forced gaming, red thumbs, Therron giving advice [WTF!], scalding hot coffee
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"I can't believe you just left Marque like that!" David exclaimed, an amused expression on his face. "He could get killed by Kurt's extremely awesome fashion sense. No kidding. Wes and I tagged along once when he and Blaine went to the mall because we didn't have anything else better to do."
"I don't know how Blaine survives all of those times Kurt would drag him along." Wes interjected.
Therron looked at them incredulously. "Come on guys, Kurt can't be that bad."
David shrugged. "Okay we're a wee bit exaggerating." he said, plopping down on a chair.
Wes snorted. "Yeah, like we're exaggerating that Therron should never hold a controller ever again." A protest came from the redhead's lips at the Asian's words, causing the seniors to snicker.
The three boys had given up gaming when Wes and David found out that the younger twin lacked his older brother's gaming inclination and went to a bowling alley instead. They were currently resting as they had been playing for over an hour.
All of a sudden, Wes stood up, stretching. "I'm going to get more food. You guys want anything specific?" he asked.
"Redvines!" David and Therron chorused. As soon as they said those words, they looked at each other, eyes wide open.
Wes chortled. "For someone who can't tell the O button from the X, you have great taste, Therron." He turned to walk towards the food station, leaving the other two boys alone.
"So…" Therron said, looking at David with gleeful eyes. "You're straight right?"
The other boy nodded slowly, unsure where this conversation would lead to.
The redhead mmhm'd. He had an analytical-yet-humorous look on his face. "Interesting." he said with a grin. "So, does that mean you and Wes just have a bromance?"
Not expecting such a question, David fell off the chair with a resounding thump. "What?" he managed to spit out.
Therron shrugged. "You guys make my gaydar go beep beep every time you look at each other." The quizzical look on the older boy's face made him snicker.
"Does that mean that you're gay?"
"Yep!"
"How about Marque?"
"Bi."
'Holy—' David mentally kicked himself for not asking this important question earlier.
"You okay, man? You don't look so good." Therron asked, worry evident in his face.
The older boy got up and sat back down on the chair. "I-it's nothing…"
The redhead sighed. "You know, just because you've been 'straight' your whole life doesn't mean that it might be true forever. Plus, you shouldn't care about labels. If you like a guy, then you like a guy." He nodded to himself before continuing. "You can't call yourself straight or whatever just because you had a girlfriend before. What's important is you love that person and you're willing to traverse a thousand obstacles for him, or her."
David stared at Therron. He had once thought that the younger twin was oblivious to everything, and was berating himself for jumping into conclusions. Had he known that the redhead was this perceptive, well…
"So, you didn't really answer my question earlier but I guess I was right."
A pause.
"I-I actually might think that I like Wes." David admitted, a heavy breath escaping his lips.
The other boy nodded. "Doesn't seem to surprise me." His serious tone had become playful and teasing. "When are you planning on busting a move?"
To which David reacted to by doing a spittake.
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Marque was the complete polar opposite of Therron.
Where the younger twin was loud and outspoken, Marque was quiet and shy.
Where Therron was boisterous and wild, his brother was gentle and refined.
And where Therron annoyed the life out of Blaine, Marque actually got along with the soloist.
Talking with the older Vierge twin was something Blaine was sure never to get tired of. Marque, in the soloist's opinion, was a bit like Kurt, except for the bitchy attitude Blaine admired in the junior. He always gave smart remarks and comments, and always had that sweet smile painted on his face. In a few words, Blaine liked him more than his obnoxious brother.
One quality Blaine failed to see, however, was Marque's attentiveness to the slightest details.
"You like Kurt." the redhead said when Kurt left them alone in the dressing room to fetch more clothes for Marque to try on.
It was much more of a statement than a question, and something in Marque's green eyes told Blaine that he was dead serious about his words. So, no choice but to tell the truth.
"Yes. Yes, I am."
"The way you look at him is quite… what word do I use?" The twin chuckled at his loss of words. "It's hard to describe… But you get the point."
Blaine nodded slowly. "Is it really that obvious?"
"Yes. Yes, it is, for a fact."
A pause.
"I think I ca—"
Marque was interrupted when Kurt burst into the dressing room with two armfuls of assorted garments from shirts to pants to scarves. The redhead's eyes widened at the amount of clothes he was supposed to try.
"Whoa… K-Kurt…" he started, looking like a deer in headlights, but stopped. He shrugged and gave in. "Anything for Tee."
The countertenor smiled. "Oh, come on. It's not that bad." Kurt said as he pushed Marque into a cubicle. "And besides, Therron owes you now. You now have all the right to push him around more."
A chuckle. "True that."
A few colorful outfit combinations later, Kurt gave Marque the last of the clothes to try on. The redhead quickly pulled the garments on. He gave his appearance a one-over before going out.
Kurt scrutinized Marque's appearance for a moment, and then smiled brightly. "I am a genius." he said, making the other two laugh.
"Does that mean we're finished…?" Marque asked hopefully.
Blaine laughed even harder at the younger boy's question. "Yes, Marque. We're finished," the countertenor replied. "Now let's get these to the cashier."
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"You know each other's coffee orders?" Marque asked, sincere astonishment in his tone.
Kurt nodded, the look on his face saying 'is that weird?'
"We frequently had coffee dates"—Blaine blushed at the word 'date'; he was glad neither boy noticed—"to catch up when I didn't study at Dalton yet." the countertenor explained as he and Blaine took their orders.
Marque aah'd. The three of them walked to an empty table: Blaine occupied the space beside the redhead, which confused the latter boy. Marque's eyebrows scrunched together in confusion. 'Why didn't he sit beside Kurt? I thought he liked him…'
Bringing the cup to his lips, Marque dismissed the thought, letting himself relish the taste of caffeine on his tongue. Too bad the coffee didn't want him to.
"Owth!" the redhead exclaimed, immediately pulling the coffee cup away from his mouth once the hot liquid scalded his tongue. Damn did that hurt.
"Marque, you okay?" Blaine and Kurt chorused, staring at the boy worriedly.
Marque felt his face heat up, and so, automatically shook his head. "I-It'th nothin'. Coffee wath jutht thoo hoth." he answered, mentally kicking himself in the shin for forgetting to wait for the coffee to cool down.
He received amused smiles from both older boys and smiled back.
"So, Marque, do you mind telling me about you and your brother?" Kurt suddenly asked after a while. The redhead looked up at the countertenor in surprise.
Kurt seemed to take the younger boy's surprised expression as something else. "I-I… was just curious. No need to answer if you… don't want to. I'll understand." he added. Marque just grinned.
"No. It's alright, I'll answer. I was just surprised. Nobody really asks me that, so I was just surprised." the older twin explained. He twiddled his thumbs as he thought of what to say.
"What do you want to know?"
Kurt pursed his lips. "How about your shockingly different fashion senses?"
The question made Marque grin even wider. "That's a long story, but I guess I can make it shorter by starting off with my brother's phobia of clothing stores."
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"—we please stop now? My back is hurting!"
"No! Not until you learn how to do this properly!"
"B-but—"
"NO!"
"David, a little help over here?"
"Yeah, Wes. They are getting a little red…"
"Whose side are you on?"
Kurt, Blaine and Marque stood outside Wes and David's room, struck speechless by what they heard. "A-are they… doing what I think they're doing?" the countertenor asked, pointing a crooked finger to the door as he blushed uncontrollably.
Blaine gulped. He shrugged. Were they… really?
"Come on! Please?" Therron pleaded again from inside the room.
"Just a little more!" Wes encouraged the younger twin. That made Marque launch into action.
The door flew open, surprising the two gamers who had just nearly died trying to improve Therron's gaming skills. Marque gaped at his brother as Therron literally flung himself at the older Vierge. With tears in his eyes, Therron exclaimed, "Em, I missed you!" He hid behind his older brother, glaring like a child at the two seniors in front of them. "Wes and David forced me to play Tekken non-stop!"
He held up his thumbs, which were red from excessive button-pressing. "My fingers are numb! Why didn't you tell me that they would try to kill me via gaming?"
The other four boys stared at the twins, still unable to process what had just happened.
"Stop overreacting, Tee." Marque commented, patting his brother lightly on the head. Therron seemed to enjoy the attention as the pout on his face gradually turned into a 1000-watt smile.
Kurt snorted, attracting the attention of the others. He giggled, covering his mouth with a hand as another small laugh escaped his lips. "I-I'm sorry… Y-you two just… look so cute together!"
"That we are," Therron remarked, wrapping his arms around his brother's waist and snuggling into the crook of Marque's neck.
The older twin chuckled as he returned the affectionate gesture by pressing a small brotherly kiss to Therron's hair. "True."
The other three boys silently blushed at the twins' actions. Talk about being too close for comfort.
"So," Wes suddenly piped up, raising a hand in the air. Five pairs of eyes automatically focused on him, urging him to continue. "Anyone up for a round of Silent Hill?"
Blaine's hazel eyes widened at the same time Therron's own green ones did. "Nothankyou." both of them answered; they glanced at each other in surprise. The younger twin seemed to be more repulsed by the idea, as he quickly charged for the door, grabbing Blaine's arm on the way.
"Ifyouguysneedus,we'llbeinBlaine'sroomtalkingaboutVogue!" Therron shouted as he disappeared with the soloist in tow.
Marque chuckled. "If Tee doesn't want to do something, he does not want to do something." he muttered to himself softly, taking the abandoned controller on the floor.
"If you guys need me, I'll be with Therron and Blaine." Kurt told them, turning to leave the room. "Sure!" the other three chorused, not bothering to look at the countertenor as he left.
Pulling the door closed, Kurt caught a glimpse of the gamers: Wes was sandwiched in between David and Marque, the older twin appearing to be… blushing…?
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Blaine stared at the younger twin clinging onto him for dear life. A smile tugged at his lips. Did Wes and David really torture the poor boy so much?
"—they made me play and play and PLAY!" Therron wailed. "I thought my thumbs were going to fall off!"—he whimpered and looked at them—"And Ineed my thumbs!"
The soloist laughed at the redhead's antics, this time, causing Kurt to do the same. Kurt patted Therron's head. The younger twin let go of Blaine's arm and snuggled into the countertenor's touch.
A sigh. "Your hands are sooo soft..." Therron mumbled.
The three were in Kurt and Blaine's room after they had escaped from the two seniors and the older Vierge. They sat on the bed with Therron in the middle and the other two on either side of him.
Blaine huffed at the younger twin's words while Kurt only blushed, retracting his hand. The countertenor suddenly smiled at remembering the clothes he had chosen for Therron.
"So, the clothes we bought for you were actually a handful and –" he stopped when he saw the redhead's shocked reaction. Kurt raised one perfect eyebrow. "Why are you so scared of clothes?" he asked, his tone annoyed.
Therron scratched the back of his head. "Well, i-it's just that between Em and I, he is the more fashionable one. I sometimes pick out clothes that are just plain horrible – according to what Em has said – and frankly, I don't have a fashion sense." He looked at Kurt with big eyes.
The other boy snickered. "And thankfully, I do. So come on," he said, emphasizing his last word by pulling Therron up. "We are going to have a fashion show."
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Wes, David and Marque barged into the twin's room, only to find Kurt giggling at Therron and Blaine glaring daggers at the younger twin.
David chuckled. "Are we interrupting anything here?"
Therron was sporting a light blue button-up, a black vest, and whitewashed skinny jeans. He was fiddling with a dark fedora, tossing it in the air at intervals and catching it on his head. The smile he had on his face was impossibly wide, that it was almost infectious.
"Who are you and what have you done to my brother?" Marque said with an accusing expression that threatened to break at any time because of an incoming smile.
"Kurtsie-poo happened!" his brother exclaimed, pulling the countertenor up to his feet and twirling him around. Kurt giggled more while Blaine's look had just gotten more jealous than it already was.
"Why thank you, Therron." Kurt said, but his face turned serious as he stopped their little dance. "But if you call me 'Kurtsie-poo' one more time, I will personally set fire to your Vogue magazines."
The younger twin displayed a feigned distraught expression, causing the other boys laugh, except Blaine of course.
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The boys had stayed in Kurt and Blaine's room for the next few hours until the sky outside had darkened into night.
Wes was the first one to notice this and it was helped by the sound of his already empty stomach. "Guuuys… I'm hungry!" he complained.
David chuckled at his antics. "Ditto." He turned to the others. "You guys want to grab some dinner?"
They nodded and the six where soon on their way to the cafeteria. David and Therron were in front, followed by Kurt and Wes then by Blaine and Marque. The three pairs were chatting amiably, completely caught up in their conversations.
"You like Kurt, don't you?" David asked, looking at Therron with curious eyes.
The younger twin looked at him, surprise evident in his eyes. "Uh, if I say yes, do you promise not to tell?"
A grin appeared on the senior's face and he nodded. Therron smiled back, relieved.
"Would you like if, you know, I helped you?" David offered. Of course he knew that Blaine liked Kurt, but Blaine was always refusing to make a move on the countertenor, saying that what Kurt needed was a mentor and friend, not a love interest. David also knew that the junior liked Blaine back but didn't want to ruin his and the soloist's friendship. So if the two were afraid to have a real relationship, maybe it was time that Kurt liked someone else.
All the while David was contemplating about what he said, Therron was staring at him, mouth agape at the older boy's proposal.
"Will you really?" the redhead asked, hope filling his voice.
The dark-skinned boy answered. "Of course."
Therron fist pumped, jumping and smiling widely. "Thanks man! That would be totally awesome!" he half-shouted, half-whispered.
David smiled back and the two boys walked in silence until the senior spoke again.
"Hey, Therron."
"Yeah?"
"Do me a favor?"
"Sure dude, anything."
"Can you—maybe—keep Marque away from Wes?" David looked down, suddenly mesmerized with his shoes. The younger twin stared at him.
"S-sure. But can I ask why?" Therron asked, his forehead creased with curiosity.
"Well, I just feel sort of jealous when Marque is around Wes. I get uncomfortable thinking that Wes may fall for your bro and I think that Marque may like him." David answered. His facial expression spoke of worry, love and fear.
Therron grinned. "Come on. If Marque liked him, he would have told me already." He said, nudging him.
The dark-skinned boy perked up at his words. "Really?" The redhead nodded.
David's smile came back and he bumped fists with the younger twin.
Meanwhile…
"You can't possibly make the Warblers cover that song!" Kurt exclaimed, arms crossed, perfect eyebrows scrunched together.
Wes huffed. "What do you mean by that? It's not like the song is lethal. Would it really kill you to say 'Friday' thrice?" he argued.
"All I'm saying is that the song is ridiculous. I'm sure none of the others would even take practice seriously if we were ever to do it." Kurt countered.
The Asian teen donned a 'why do you insist on hurting me?' look, complete with a pout and hands shoved into his pockets. He turned, facing Marque who was talking to Blaine about gay rights and whatnot.
"Hey Marque," Wes said, catching the older twin's attention.
The redhead looked at Wes, putting his and Blaine's conversation on hold. "Hm?"
"What do you think of the Warblers covering Rebecca Black's 'Friday'?"
Marque pulled on a confused expression, appearing to think for a moment. A full minute of Wes walking backwards passed by, and the redhead's mouth pursed into a silent 'oh'.
"'Friday'…? I-I don't know, Wes…" Marque timidly replied.
Kurt turned his head and smirked smugly at Wes, proud of his win over the senior.
"I told you." the countertenor jeered.
Wes gasped comically, and then proceeded to direct a pout at the older Vierge.
Marque's green eyes widened. "B-but… of course… you are a council member… M-maybe you could convince… people… yeah…" he stammered red-facedly, earning a 1000-watt smile from the Asian boy.
"Majority rules!" Wes immediately announced.
"What! That's not fair, Wesley." Kurt said, continuing their dispute.
Once the bickering pair's backs were turned, Marque tried to restart his and Blaine's conversation from before, but the soloist seemed to have other plans.
"W-what?" Marque mumbled, eyes wide again.
"You like Wes." Blaine repeated softly, lest the two in front of them overhear.
"Why would you think that, Blaine?" the redhead asked, suddenly finding his rubber shoes fascinating.
"Well, your hands are nervously fiddling with the hem of your shirt. That gives everything away, don't you think?" the tenor teased.
Marque blushed once more, biting down on his lower lip in embarrassment. He nodded shyly.
Blaine smiled. "Would you like me to help you?" he offered, making the younger teen stare at him as if he'd grown an extra head in the last few seconds. And suddenly, Blaine regretted opening his mouth.
"W-why… exactly… are you asking?" Marque stuttered, looking at the slightly shorter Warbler with suspicion. He didn't know why he was suspecting Blaine to have ulterior motives in the first place, but something about the older male's proposal just smelled plain fishy.
"Because I want to help a friend out, maybe…?" the soloist slowly drawled, painting a small grin on the redhead's face.
Marque contemplated on his answer for a bit.
"A-are there any conditions?" he asked bluntly, locking eyes with Blaine.
"If I said yes, would you get angry?" Blaine asked back, the only word able to describe his tone being innocently. The redhead pursed his lips as he once again mulled over things. "What are…?"
"U-uh…" the tenor started incoherently. "G-get Therron to distance himself from K-Kurt…"
The redhead's mouth fell open in shock. Blaine didn't honestly think that he would be able to get in the way of… Wait. Therron never did tell him whether he really liked Kurt or not. And Therron always acted like that around new friends…
Marque made up his mind. He nodded firmly, an entirely unnecessary determined expression on his face. "I'll do it."
Blaine smiled brightly.
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A/N –Noir: Wow. This chapter is like –wow. I'm totally speechless about. I mean, it's 3.5k+! –smiles smugly- Blanc, I think, made the majority of this because I was—well, busy with meh friends? Yeah, she kind of hates me for that. But I still contributed! -flails-
A/N –Blanc: And after three days of sleeping late, falling asleep on each other, making paper clip necklaces, lying around on the floor like corpses, listening non-stop to teh Warblers/Tufts Beelzebubs and life-threatening headaches, we have finished our longest chapter yet: DIAGRAM! The title is based on the diagram I made back when we were still at chapter 2. whee~ -teeters- Yeah, we're crazy. We only normally make 2.5 words per chappie, so this is kind of going overboard for us. :)
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