A/N: It's hard to multi-task. I write according to my mood. But what sucks more is that my mood shifts as easily as…Well…A chameleon blending in the background. XD Thank you to all those who reviewed, and added this to their Favorites/Story Alert. Now, ONWARDS!


Wes had known Blaine for eight years now.

Wes, along with David, had been friends with said guy for approximately seven years.

He knew the hobbit like the back of his hand.

He had been there all the ups and downs. He had been there when Blaine transferred. He had been there for Blaine's first Warbler audition. He had been there all throughout Blaine's relationships—from Andrew, Josh, Jeremiah, and Sebastian all the way to this—this mysterious Kurt.

He had seen Blaine cry, laugh, and smile, get angry (more than usual), get frightened and all other known human emotions, as well as the mix of any of the two to three emotions mentioned. The three of them were a group, an inseparable trio. Jokingly, his friends called David his 'life partner'. And Wes had grown fond of the title. After all of the things they've been through together, it was deemed appropriate. If David was his life partner, then they were going to adopt Blaine Anderson as their 'son'.

A rather arrogant, cheeky, over confident, enthusiastic, oblivious, dapper 'son', one that Wes would want to test the sturdiness of his gavel on.

But aside from all the superficialities, if there was one thing Wes noticed about his best friend, and if there was one thing Wes hasn't seen before…

It was Blaine Anderson falling in love.


WINTER—15TH OF FEBRUARY, 2013

06: 38 AM

Fridays were absolute heaven dropped miracles for David Harley. His college was more or less five to ten minutes away by car. His classes begin at around nine in the morning, abruptly ending at around noon, since he only had two periods to sit in.

He was in the middle of a wonderful dream, free of curly gelled puppies or chinky-eyed uptight birds with gavels in their beaks. Unfortunately, a rather annoying phone call woke him up. He let it ring three more times before deciding the name of his caller. Because come on, who else would bother him at this early hour?

'I will murder you.'

David rolled his eyes. "Good morning to you too Wesley", he snapped. "It's very nice to know that you woke me up at a rather ungodly hour to listen to your threats."

'You didn't pick up when I rang twice, and I know you were already awake on the first ring Harley!'

"See? See? This is why I signed those divorce papers", David shook his head. God, he felt like banging his head against a hard surface. Wes was insufferable during the morning. And Wes without his caffeine in the morning is like Jeff and Blaine missing an episode of Grey's Anatomy.

'Fine, I'll overlook it this time', Wes huffed. 'And don't use the word 'divorce papers' at me. If Jessica catches those words from you, she'll really think that we're in a relationship. And in return, Jessica will tell Veronica, they'll dump us. And to further mock us of our loss, they'll start dating each other, and then they'll send us pictures or videos of the two of them making out or something.'

Fully awake, David didn't really know if he was supposed to be happy or sad about the consequences. The mention of two girls making out…The decision was close—real close. "Fine, fine. Why, pray tell, did you call this early then? You do know that my classes begin later at nine. And I know for the fact, that yours begin at around nine thirty."

'Have you heard anything from Blaine at all? From his great 'V-day surprise'' David chuckled as he could feel the air quotes around the words. 'I've heard from the other Warblers present. But nothing from Blaine at all. And he called me the around the same time I called you this morning, David. He was practically having a panic attack over his clothes. It was horrible. My eardrum was damaged.'

He raised his eyebrow. "Maybe—so wait, you called me this early just to get back at what Blaine did to you yesterday?"

Silence, and then a short 'Yes.'

"You're insufferable."

'So I've been told. Now answer my question.'

David got out of his bed, finding it useless to go back and trying to sleep. Plus, he figured that this conversation would last longer than it should. "No, actually. That's rather odd of him. Doesn't he usually report things to you in…detail?" He shuddered at some of the rather awkward conversations with Blaine his mind conjured. "And yes, Thad was complaining to me last night about Blaine's rather annoying perfectionist attitude resurfacing. But the whole thing was a success though."

Wes was quiet for a moment. The other took this opportunity to walk towards the main hallway of his rather spacious flat. He pressed a button, letting the kitchen of the hotel know that he was awake and ready for breakfast. "Wes?"

'Sorry, I was thinking. Don't you think that…Blainey's acting rather…strange, lately?'

"Wes", David sighed, "we both agreed that it's due to Blaine's excessive use of hair gel."

'No, not that one, you idiot. I meant…I don't know. I feel that something's…off. And all he could ever jab about is that Kurt guy. Look at Jeff, Nick, Thad, Trent and the other Warblers, they met him already. And us? We didn't even get the chance to at least see him, David.' Wes scoffed. 'Plus, Blaine seems kind of down, lately. I think he's Father's calling up to check on him more often.'

Another moment of silence passed between them, letting the words sink in. Both of them knew about Blaine's complex situation with his Father. And they both experienced first-hand what the curly haired Warbler was like when he was in one of those 'depressed' cycles. Usually, he had a very accurate playlist for each emotion he was feeling.

"Well, there's one way to solve this then. We'll kill two birds with one stone: do a little interrogation about yesterday, and as well as investigate Blaine's weird behavior."

'How exactly would we do that?'

Seeing as David's breakfast had arrived, he grabbed his robe and hastily fastened it before returning to the dining area. But before he could freely fill his growling stomach, he quickly instructed Wes as his mind's gears planned its schedule for the day.

"Be prepared in less than an hour. We'll drop by and see Blainey-oh."


07:53 AM

Their trust had gone far enough as that Blaine actually gave the both of them a copy of the key to Blaine's apartment. David had the common sense to stop by Starbucks (where a gorgeous blonde was the one at the counter), since he was the only one out of the three of them who didn't have caffeine addiction running in his veins.

They stealthily crept in, knowing fully that the other was still asleep. Blaine after a performance or a competition was like a kid coming down from sugar rush. With an evil smirk, Wes acted like a ninja. He rolled down the floor, stood up, and pressed his back flatly against the wall, his eyes suspiciously darting left and right. David rolled his eyes and placed the coffee cups on the table in Blaine's living room. He accidentally sat on the remote, and figuring it'll take about three minutes for Wes to wake him up, watching TV would probably the best way to kill some time (and distract Blaine's wrath of fury on Wes).

A few seconds later, a girlish scream resonated from the bedroom, followed by a dull thump, and then Wes' unmistakable hysterical laughter. Some mumbling followed in after, and then a screeching of "WES!"

Just like that, the usually uptight Wes had been reduced to a ten-year old kid. He ran quickly and dived unto the sofa, earning a gasp from David, and then he grabbed the pillow cushion by his feet, using it to protect himself from whatever wild curly mess of a monster that was soon emerge from Blaine's room.

"Wes! I am going to kill you!" They finally heard Blaine's battle cry.

The Asian giggled before he took one glance at his best friend. "David, thou shall protect me right? Right? Oh my god. He's coming!"

"Wesley Montgomery, how old are you really—oh", Blaine stopped once he caught the scent of caffeine floating in the air. Gingerly, he took it from David's outstretched hand. "Thank you." And just like that, after sipping and heaving out a satisfied sigh, he lazily sat down one of the unoccupied seats.

David opened a bag of freshly baked bagels. "Good morning Blaine", he greeted him with a smile, "here. Have some. I know that the last time you cooked breakfast, you nearly burned down the whole kitchen."

Scoffing, Blaine eagerly grabbed one and took a huge bite before sipping his Medium Drip. David observed his friend. Wild curls freely bouncing to all directions, bright hazel eyes, a little afternoon stubble on his chin, along with his Harry Potter pajamas, Blaine looked like an overgrown kid.

"I did not", Blaine finished his first bagel, "it was Wes' fault." He glared at the now bored Wes. With a shrug, the Asian just picked his own cup and hastily finished it. "What are you guys doing here by the way? Shouldn't you be asleep or something? Your classes begin—what time is it?"

"It's around ten minutes past eight, I think", David calmly stated as he sipped his own beverage.

"Oh…Holy shit!" Blaine suddenly jumped up his seat, startling Wes and almost knocking down the paper bag that contained the food. "I'm late! I'm fucking late!" He began running to the direction of his bedroom, removing his top and carelessly throwing it somewhere.

"Doesn't your period begin not until later at nine?" Wes shouted as he entered Blaine's bedroom, distastefully surveying the scattered clothes and abandoned books all over his room. Blaine's head quickly appeared from the bathroom doorway. "Yeah, it does. But I have a soccer practice to attend to. We have a match on Sunday." After which, he closed the door.

Rolling his eyes, Wes laid down his bed. "How was the serenading yesterday, Blaine?"

"It was a success. Now kindly shut up Wes. I need to focus on how to looking like a half-decent human rather than a drowned caveman in less than ten minutes."


01: 48 PM

Everything was set for the afternoon—some snacks, his 17" plasma television, some James Bond movies, and finally, a time for some peace and quiet. No family members breathing on his neck about his academics. No girlfriend yapping continuously. No Warbler reunions to organize. No curly haired best friends demanding his attention. And most of all, no Asian—

His cell phone vibrated. He frowned.

Pick me up at around 4. –Wes

David snorted. Speak of the devil. Why should he pick him up? Wes had a perfectly functioning car of his own.

Why should I?

After waiting for a few minutes, David figured that his friend was in the middle of a lecture. So he set his phone right next to him as he hit the play button. He was already in the part where Eva Greene was introduced when he felt a slight vibration.

Up for some spying? –Wes

David didn't ask any more questions after that.


04: 17 PM

"Where is he? It's already almost twenty minutes past four and he's never late", David whined as they sat in the car, the engine turned off, casually observing passersby. "What do you think about that, Agent Wes?"

Wes snorted at the nickname. "Well, considering the forty-minute arrival of our dear Blaine Anderson during his first date and the one-hour early arrival of his café trips in his stalker days on Jeremiah during our junior year— then I know for a fact that he must be serious about this one."

"Blaine? Blaine Anderson? Serious? About this one?"

"Was it necessary to repeat everything I've said, David?" The Asian sighed exasperatedly. "If he's not serious about this one, then maybe he's got that Kurt guy wrapped around his finger already and he's only playing hard to get?"

"Kurt guy? Wrapped around his finger? Already? Playing hard to—oops, sorry", David sweetly grinned at the annoyed glare he sent his way. And while Wes opened his mouth to verbally assault his best friend, David spotted a familiar guy of short stature with an overly gelled hair. He jumped a bit in his seat as he pointed Blaine. "He's here! And he's…he's walking, Wes. Just…walking."

"I think he took the bus again, he had grown to like riding that."

It wasn't the fact that Blaine had the ability to walk that astounded them. It was the fact that their friend took the liberty of taking the bus over his sports car. And in the tax bracket that the three of them belonged to, that was a very rare occurrence. They grew up in affluent families who have never experienced riding the subway or even ordering Chinese takeout after all.

They sat there, mouths slightly agape. And when Blaine finally entered the café, Wes was the first one to snap out. "Blaine just entered. Good thing we had Thad ask about his whereabouts after class. Shall we go and spy some more, my dear David? I want to see what this Kurt kid looks like. Make sure he's not one of those gold diggers or douches who would undoubtedly hurt Blaine in less than a heartbeat. Let's go, we still need to take a mug shot of him. Something we could use as blackmail later on."

David stared at the other as if he grew two heads. "Chillax Wesley. At this rate, you'll grow obsessed with him as badly as Blaine already has." He pulled some items from his bag and passed some of them to Wes. He ignored the indignant sound the other produced.

"I am not putting that on." Wes crossed his arms. "Are you crazy? We'll look even more suspicious."

He pouted. "This is required. We are spying after all, Wesley."

"You've been watching way too many James Bond movies", Wes accused.


04: 25 PM

"What do you think he's doing? He keeps on pacing back and forth the tall guy how many times now", a man wearing a black bonnet, black sunglasses pushed down the ridge of his nose, and a black scarf, peered over the newspaper he was holding. "I can't see his face—he has chestnut brown hair though."

He was seated across a guy wearing round eyeglasses, a red bow, and a clearly fake mustache. Said guy was still moodily tracing shapes upon the table. "Oh, no doubt he's trying to say a cheesy pick-up line like 'Do you believe in love at first sight? Or should I pass by you again?' "

David, the one wearing a complete black ensemble, snorted.

"I still can't believe we're wearing this. We look utterly ridiculous", Wes gritted his teeth. He was itching to remove the mustache, it was tickling his nose, and he despised the feeling.

Ignoring his friend's discomfort, David nonchalantly drew something from the leather satchel he brought along with him. And then he set it to his eyes, pointing them towards the counter. "Looks like the guy just blew him off", David narrated. "Blaine smoothly glides back to recover from the slight rejection and mortification he has faced. But from the evident skip in his strides, it seems that he has not yet given up."

"David", Wes hissed, "is that—why, pray tell, did you decide to bring binoculars? Way to go being subtle."

The taller merely shrugged. "You said it was a spy mission." He went back to observing. "Now, Blaine has his eyes locked with the tall, pale, chestnut brown haired guy whose face I have yet to see. Clearly, Blaine's charms didn't work on him, so now he relies on his ability to eyefuck anybody to make them give in."

"David! What are you doing? He's going to notice, you idiot! And stop describing everything as if this was a documentary on National Geographic Channel or something."

"And now the rare species of a hafling had his attention—oh shit." David gently put away his spying gadget. He gave a weak wave. "Hi Blaine."


04: 30 PM

Wes and David were seated together, their silly disguises removed.

Blaine, who sat across David, was frowning at the both of them. He had his brows pulled in together, and his arms crossed. Somehow, when Blaine was like this, David really did feel disappointed about what he did. He was sure Wes felt the same way. Both of them had their heads hung low and Wes was chewing his bottom lip off.

"What the hell are you two doing here?" the shorter growled.

David nudged Wes. Out of irritation, Wes elbowed David. Blaine glared at the Asian man. "Geeze, lighten up Blaine. David and I just came here to check out who this 'Kurt'", he air quoted the name, "really is. Who knows if he guy's a gold digger or a stripper at night or even a—a—"

"—a spy under cover", David helpfully said. Wes and Blaine blankly stared at him. "What? You can't be too sure."

Wes resumed his tirade. "What I'm saying is, as a friend of yours, you should be careful Blaine. You fall too easily and that leaves you quite gullible at times. And that's we're we come in", he gestured himself and David, "we support you yet at the same time keep an eye out for you. And already enough, I could see that this Kurt, he's—he's different from all your other little conquests. From the moment you met him on the bus you kept on jabbering on and on about how it was fate and all—"

"Not to mention 'Teenage Dream' on loop", David filled in.

"And singing that song from Moulin Rouge, 'Your Song', chattering about 'his mesmerizing ever changing blue, green, and greyish eyes.''

"Don't get me started on the stalking."

Blaine flushed. "Shut it. I was not stalking him", he saw David's mouth opening to protest, "Okay! Maybe I got a bit obsessed. But so what? You guys know that I get a little…enthusiastic when I've got the hots for somebody."

"'Got the hots for somebody'? Really, Blaine?" Wes chuckled. But then it died down when the curly haired guy threw him a stern look. He coughed slightly. "Nah, you're whipped, man. Whipped."

Blaine scoffed, and then rolled his eyes as he crossed his arms. He had the uncanny resemblance of a prissy primadonna at that moment. "Okay, fine. I'll admit that he's sort of kinda maybe just a little bit…more gorgeous than my past histories. But that's what makes it more interesting…He's a hell lot of challenging than any other person I've tried to get with me so far."

"Yeah", David snorted, "we've noticed", he referred to the recent pick-up line rejection.

On the other hand, Wes seemed nonplussed. "I don't know", he stroked his imaginary beard.

"Well, if you really want some evidence", David evilly grinned at Blaine's bewildered stare, "I did see this washed Starbucks cup with the words 'Hazel eyes' written on it."

Wes cracked up rather loudly, earning stares from the other patrons. "Oh my fucking god. That is gold. Really, Blaine? 'Hazel eyes'? " The Asian man snorted. "What are you, in middle school or something? What's next? You're going to carve your initials on a tree?"

"What?" Blaine snapped. "I just preserved it as a memento of victory since it was the first time that he actually showed interest in me!"

Wes shrugged. "Like I said, whipped."

"Oh bugger off, Wes. It's not like you didn't undergo through a momentary lapse of sanity like I—oh wait. My bad, it seems as if your sanity didn't come back at all after Monica agreed that she'll go out with you."

David cringed. The wooing stage of Wes' love life was not a fun topic to bring about—actually, it was kind of traumatizing. Not a casual subject to go over coffee. It was taboo.

And to say it that way was similar to saying to a cow that it was fat.

As soon as the words were out, Wes' eyes widened as his mouth dropped, agape. He set his drink down harshly. "Oh I see where this is going", he sneered. "Well, at least I didn't go randomly serenading the people I like in their work place and more or less terrorize their customers away with my overly gelled hair and my 50s dance moves!"

"Hey! I was pretty successful this time!"

"That's because you weren't wearing your Dalton Uniform!"

Blaine's cheeks colored. "Nick and Jeff told you?" His pitch rose at the end of the question.

"No", Wes snickered, "Nick and Jeff showed me your picture. They said that you were going to lure Kurt and serenade him with your sex voice and eyefuck him during the entire performance wearing your oh so seductive blue blazer with red piping. Not everybody has a school boy kink, my dear Blainey boy."

Just then, a tinkling laugh could be heard from their table. And Blaine, having heard of it once before (with him being the root of said amusement), could definitely say as to whom that lovely voice belonged to. He strained his neck, looking over Wes and David, his eyes automatically seeking the counter—and he was correct.

Quinn was watching the whole scene.

Quinn heard everything.

Their eyes met for a brief second. She bit her lip and winked at him, as if conveying that she now knew his secret. And that Kurt was just standing right next to her that second.

"Oh shit", he cursed under his breath. Hanging his head down low, he tried to cover the side of his face with his hand. "Um, guys, could we just continue this argument at my place?"

"Why? Afraid that you're going to be embarrassed by your needy pathetic friends because they're mad at you for not telling the result of the Valentine's Day serenade yesterday? "

"Wes, Wes", Blaine pleaded. "Look, okay, I'm sorry that I was a douche for not calling you like what we agreed to yesterday. I was a jackass. And I've been a jerk today as well, since you guys were just looking out for me. And yes, I'm head over heels for this guy", he plainly ignored the squealing expressions of his friends. "So could we go now?"

"No, no. Fat chance. You just admitted that you liked him."

"Could you repeat your speech again?" David held a tiny recorder close to Blaine's mouth. Glancing over his friend's shoulder, he could see that Quinn was definitely giggling at what happened. Could it be that she heard his untimely confession? That possibility alone made him swallow his heart back down.

The tallest among the three of them caught sight of what their dearest friend was glimpsing at. He let out a low whistle. "Damn, Blainers. You know this chick?"

Curiously, Wes did the same thing and nodded in appreciation. He was going to comment about Blaine's sudden change in his preferences when he discerned the slight apprehensive expression on his face. He glanced back and saw that the blonde girl was talking to someone—it was the tall kid with chestnut brown hair. A customer in line was blocking his view. Could this be the Kurt that Blaine was so hung up about?

"Don't you have Veronica—"Blaine abruptly stopped talking. Because lo and behold, the busboy (who was just a mere cashier two seconds ago) was none other than his angel. With a small smile, he absentmindedly grabbed a paper napkin and got a pen from the breast pocket of his jacket. "That's Quinn. Kurt's friend."

Intrigued by his friend's sudden change in attitude, David carefully paid attention to all of his actions, down to his expressions. And then he noticed what Blaine had hastily scribbled unto the napkin. He had a hard to reading, considering that it was facing the opposite direction.

Your eyes are blue, like the ocean. And baby, I'm lost at sea.

David internally rolled his eyes.

"Shouldn't we go now? It is Friday today, isn't it?" Blaine inquired, pushing the secret message towards the edge of the table, until it fell down the floor. David took note that he did it intentionally.

"Yeah, give me just a second. Veronica just texted and I have to reply to her immediately or else I would be producing a very incoherent response. And I don't think she's going to be happy with that."

The busboy turned—it was the tall guy with the perfectly coiffed chestnut brown hair, David observed. But then the guy was somewhat pretty…for a guy. He had flawless pale skin which reminded him of porcelain. His eyes were greenish gray with the flecks of blue in them, overall giving a mesmerizing eye color. His cheeks were dusted with a pinkish hue, deepening to a reddish color when Blaine and his (breath taking) eyes met. His lips were thin and pink. Taken as a whole, it left the impression that the busboy was a cross breed between a cherub and an eleven year old milkmaid or something.

Bending down, the busboy frowned at Blaine for a moment and then picked up the napkin.

Blaine waited.

David watched.

And just like that, the guy's faced resembled a tomato. From the tips of his ears down to his neck, everything was flushed with a delectable shade of red.

Blaine let out a full-blown grin, his eyes not daring to break the eye contact.

And David? David finally got it.

The busboy was Kurt.

"I'm done now! And hey Blainers, today's Friday which means…It's movie night! And expect that David and I are going to be crashing at your place up until Monday night—we don't have classes till then."

Without taking his eyes off of Kurt, who was now scrubbing the table top furiously with the same adorable flustered expression, Blaine nodded. "Yeah, cool. I don't really mind. I invited Nick, Jeff, Jon, and Thad though."

Kurt peeked from underneath his long eyelashes and bit his lip as he saw Blaine smiling at him. He tried to smile but it only ended up as a sort of awkward grimace. Embarrassed, he buried his face into his hands as he regained what was left of his dignity before continuing what he was doing.

Wes stood up. "Let's go then. We still need to swing by the rental store to see if they have anything new. I've always wanted to go to a movie rental store. I still think it's kind of awesome. We're going to have pizza right?" Blaine absentmindedly nodded. "Sweet. Now, off we go. We still have to discuss the future of this Kurt and his tentative relationship with Blaine. We still don't approve of him, do we David?"

David thought about the way Blaine looked at Kurt and the way Kurt returned that look to Blaine. He thought about the cheesy pick-up lines, the rejections, and the seemingly contradicting bitchy yet easily flustered character Kurt had. He thought about Blaine's obsession growing as far as keeping Kurt's ever first compliment to him. He thought about the pair's secret glances, the smiles, the wordless conversation through their eyes…

"I think that Blaine's going to be just fine, Wes", he nodded his head.


A/N: Ugh. My new schedule for this semester sucks. And here you go! It's long. It's written from a POV of someone else. And it's most likely a long rambling form of a filler. So yeah.

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