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Disclaimer:
"Glee" belongs to Ryan Murphy
"Dalton" belongs to CP Coulter
Shane stumbled through the doors of Windsor, a duffel bag slung over his shoulder, soaked to the bone. It was practically flooding outside and Shane had braved crossing the campus of Dalton to get to Windsor, where he hoped warm clothes, dinner, and a strawberry blonde angel would be waiting for him.
Charlie walked in and saw Shane shivering and creating a puddle on the polished floor. He sighed. "Go up and get changed. Looks like you're staying here for the night. Not a good idea going out in that again." And he walked away into the kitchen, where, Shane abruptly noticed, a heavenly smell was coming from.
Drawn like a fly to honey, Shane walked into the kitchen, nose held high, smiling. His jaw dropped when he saw the Dalton boys staring at an ornate plate piled high with chocolate chip cookies.
Wes looked over at Shane in the doorway. "Aww, someone needs cheering up!" Shane shrugged and stepped closer to the plate, taking a huge whiff.
Ethan smirked. "Someone's falling for the spell of the magical cookies!" he sang. Evan grinned. "Alice, are you going to take pity on the Little Bat?"
"You're already torturing us Alice! Help a lost soul!" Evan pushed Shane towards Kurt, who dodged the soaking clothes.
Kurt rolled his eyes. "Sure, whatever." He plucked a cookie from the pile and handed it to Shane. All of the boy's eyes roved over the cookie hungrily. Shane smiled and took a bite.
Later, Shane would never be able to describe what happened to him at that moment. Blaine told him that he had zoned out. His grip on reality ceased to exist and he was flying into space. Colors flashed in front of his eyes and he felt a stupid grin on his face appear.
Kurt snorted. "Hold him back."
It was said at just the right time. Shane lunged for the rest of the plate and the twins grabbed his arms. Kurt stood in front the plate sternly. Shane whimpered. Kurt closed his eyes. Then he beckoned Shane closer. He whispered in his ear, "I'm guessing you came to see Reed. He has a secret stash of cookies. It's why he's not down here. Maybe he'll give you some."
Shane grinned. Then he sprinted upstairs.
Reed was curled up in bed, already in pajamas, looking over his monthly portfolio, calmly eating a cookie from his secret stash. He always smirked when he heard the boys tumble over each other to get to the fresh plate that Kurt baked. Little did they know that Reed had his own batch.
All of a sudden, Shane burst into the room, wide-eyed. Reed shrieked and jumped. Shane's eyes alighted on him. He grinned. "Hiya Reed!"
"Shane -! What, what are you -?"
Shane lunged across the bed for the bag of cookies. Reed screamed and grabbed the bag, jumping off the bed and catching his foot in the sheets. He tumbled to the floor and scrambled up, racing to the bathroom. Shane gave chase, both shrieking with laughter. Shane chased him around the room, making brave attempts to grab the bag, but Reed was being very protective. Finally, Shane snatched the bag and pranced across the room to Kurt's bed, where he proceeded to reach a hand into the bag and pulled a cookie out. He crammed it into his mouth, humming in ecstasy.
He turned to look at Reed triumphantly and stopped dead.
Reed was standing forlornly in the middle of the room, arms hanging limply at his sides. His head was lowered, but then he raised it and Shane's heart broke. His lower lips was pushed out slightly and he sniffled, looking at Shane pitifully. Shane remembered seeing a puppy at a shelter when he was little, with the exact same look that Reed was looking at him with now.
Reed whimpered and turned to walk out of the room. Shane couldn't stand it anymore. He jumped off the bed and grabbed Reed's hand. Reed continued to tremble. Shane led him back to the bed and sat him on it. He smiled, gathering the blankets around Reed and himself and gave Reed the bag. Reed's happiness was more important than his wants. Reed smiled at Shane and leaned against him. Shane wrapped his arm around him and watched as Reed took a cookie out of the bag and cracked it in half. He gave Shane the other half and the pair cheerfully bumped their cookies together. Shane sighed. This was happiness: love, warmth, and cookies.
