WARNING: Boy/Boy love, angry!Kurt, angry!Wes, Blaine and David's impending doom, truth unveiled
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Morning couldn't have come too early for Blaine. He had not gotten that much sleep last night. Guilt had completely overtaken him ever since he witnessed the outcome of his scheming.
Kurt and Therron were pretty much in the same position Blaine had last seen them in. Both of them were still asleep and that wasn't surprising, considering the situation they were in the previous night. Because of me. Blaine reminded himself.
Blaine sighed as he silently got up. How could he fix something as aggravating as this? How could he bring back the relationship that he had unconsciously broken? And worse of all, how could he tell Kurt that Blaine cause all of this?
He sighed. If Kurt ever found out what he did, the junior was sure to never to speak to him again.
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David trudged into the cafeteria as he thought things over. He sighed, running a hand over his head. "Rule number one: scheming never comes out the way you plan it to." he muttered under his breath, annoyance coloring his tone.
Instead of things going right, they all went horribly horribly wrong. Marque and Wes had gotten closer, as opposed to what he wanted.
As David pondered on the situation, he noticed Blaine also walking towards the cafeteria. The soloist had a look and aura of guilt around him. David scrunched his eyebrows. Had something happened to him?
"Hey Blaine! Wait up!" he shouted, running towards the other boy and waving his arm wildly. Blaine turned around and saw David. He stopped in his tracks until the other boy had reached him.
The dark-skinned boy was a little out of breath when he came to stand beside Blaine. "What's up? You don't look so good."
The soloist nodded. "I didn't get much sleep last night." A sigh. "D-did you know that the twins fought?" he asked, looking at David with sad eyes.
David's breath hitched. "Y-yeah... Found out a few minutes ago," he answered as both of them walked into the cafeteria. "Uh... d-do you know why, Blaine?"
Blaine stopped along the way to pick up a cup of coffee as the other boy did the same. "M-maybe... You?" David shrugged as a response. Both boys sat on a bench with their backs to the cafeteria's entrance. They stared at their coffee for a while.
"I-I actually—"
"W-well, maybe—"
They both spoke at the same time and they stared at each other. Blaine cleared his throat. "You first."
David looked at the soloist. "I do know." he mumbled. "Do you promise not to tell Wes though?" He spoke once again when Blaine nodded. "I may have asked Therron to keep Marque away from Wes."
Blaine stared at the dark-skinned boy in surprise. So David did like Wes. I mean, that could only be the reason, right? he thought.
"Funny thing." he muttered. "I actually did the—uhm—same thing. I asked Marque to tell Therron to distance from Kurt."
"You did what!" two voices shouted behind them. David and Blaine were stunned, causing them to almost spill their coffees. They looked behind them and saw a furious Kurt and an incredulous Wes.
Oh shit.
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Marque yawned as he opened his eyes and sat up. Stretching his arms, the redhead swung his legs over the edge of the bed. He brought a hand up to rub the sleep out of his eyes when he realized that he wasn't in his room.
"W-what... Oh, right... Movie marathon with Wes..." he muttered.
The redhead blinked and found himself alone. Where was Wes? And shouldn't David be here, too?
He looked at the clock on the bedside. "Huh... ten in the morning... They must already be at the cafeteria eating," he said to himself, standing up.
Running a hand through his messy red hair, Marque made his way out of the room.
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David never thought that there would come a time when Wes would be angry enough to have the ability to kill. Apparently, that time had come, and seriously, David just wanted to crawl into a hole to hide in forever.
Blaine, on the other hand, had often seen Kurt in his 'bitch please' mode, but had never thought that he would someday be at the receiving end of the countertenor's anger. Because, in truth, bitchy Kurt was plain scary.
"Need I repeat myself, Mr. Anderson?" Kurt half-shouted, his face burning red with the rage he was feeling. A perfect eyebrow rose, letting the question hang silently in the air.
The soloist gulped and nudged David with his elbow.
David jumped in surprise. "No way, dude. You tell them," he muttered, keeping his head down as he studied the hem of his shirt with great fascination.
Wes cleared his throat. "You seem to know something, David," he said, spitting David's name with much, much venom. "Care to tell us? Or do you want your Nintendo Wii suffering under the wrath of my pinky toe?"
The dark-skinned senior gulped back the fear building up in the back of his throat and surrendered. "Okay! Fine, I'll tell," he announced, much to Blaine's shock.
With a deep breath, David spilled.
"I told Therron to keep Marque away from Wes!"
Wes gaped. "Why would you do that?"
"Because I was getting jealous and didn't want to lose my best friend…" David replied shyly.
Kurt clamped a hand over his mouth, pretending to cough when the laughter he was keeping in threatened to escape. He was trying to keep the pissed off expression on his face, but it was proving impossible with a tomato-faced Wes.
"Who said that you would be losing me if Marque and I became friends?" Wes demanded. David, shame turning his ears red, shrugged lightly, a small pout forming on his lips as he muttered something unintelligible.
Kurt sighed inwardly. Was Wes that dense not to see another more plausible reason? He turned his eyes to Blaine. "How about you, mister?" he asked.
At the sudden attention, the soloist stared at Kurt wide-eyed. "I—uhm—ah..."
"Spit it out, Anderson!"
"Yeah!"
"Shut up, David."
Blaine took a deep breath and practically belted everything out in one breath. "I sort of told Marque to keep Therron away from you…" A gulp and heavy sigh. "…because, I didn't want anyone getting that close a-and touchy-touchy with you!"
Kurt rolled his eyes at the older boy. "Why does it matter to you, Blaine? Therron's a really nice guy and that is all."
The soloist's face became beet red. He wanted to tell Kurt that what he really felt, but something inside him kept him from doing so.
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Therron bolted up in his bed. It took him a moment to remember what had happened the previous night and when he did, his eyes threatened to overflow. However, no tear fell down.
Huh, guess my tear ducts ran dry. he thought. He looked around him and saw a lack of a certain countertenor.
He sniffed. "Kuuuurt!" he whined. No reply came but he saw a post-it on his bedside lamp.
Just went out to get breakfast. If you're reading this, come to the cafeteria.
-Kurt
The younger twin smiled. He had yet to thank the countertenor for the company.
"Well, I guess there's no time but the present!" he exclaimed, jumping out of the bed. Therron scrambled to his feet and changed into a set of clean clothes before bounding out of the door.
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Take me, take me
Outta here
It makes me
Feel so, feel so
Na la la la la
Marque's pace slowed down as a similar voice echoed his words from behind him. He looked over his shoulder and saw his brother singing the same song, albeit more cheerful.
Therron abruptly stopped in his tracks, looking up from his phone. He stared at the older Vierge. 'Oh. My. GAWD.' he thought, panicking inside his head.
The older twin stared back. He offered a small smile and waved awkwardly.
Therron gave an equally embarrassed smile, and then jogged up to Marque.
"Y-you heading to the cafeteria?" Therron asked as both of them started to walk again.
Marque nodded, keeping his head down. 'One word: awkward.'
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"—you two know how much trouble you both caused?" a shrill voice shouted.
Marque and Therron stopped walking, both shocked.
"I can't believe you two would even think of doing what you did with those petty reasons you armed yourselves with!" another voice screamed.
At the nearest lunch table, David and Blaine sat with Wes and Kurt standing. The latter boys were obviously boiling mad, as were proven by their angry tones.
When the twins came into view, David and Blaine's eyes became wide.
"What are you looking at?" the countertenor demanded. He turned to look at what the other two were gaping at. Wes followed the same suit.
"What's up, guys?" Therron greeted, an uncomfortable grin plastered onto his face.
Marque gulped. "I-is there something we need to know…?" he asked.
Kurt's mouth hung open, all his vehemence seeming to have been jettisoned as he remembered what he had overhead the previous night. He stared at the older twin.
A few seconds passed with a hundred different thoughts running through the boys' minds.
David: Craaaaaap… Wanting to die… Put me out of my misery already… *praying hard*
Blaine: Holy wizard gods, please help me… *starts chanting*
Wes: Well… this is kind of embarrassing… Kind of. *blushing slightly*
Kurt: I-I just remembered… One of them likes—gulps—me and the other likes Wes. Gah! *finds it hard to look at anyone*
Marque: Does this have something to do with what Blaine told me to do? *freaking out*
Therron: I'm hungry…Do they have ham here? *stomach rumbles*
The six of them stayed in silence for a few moments. Wes spoke up. "Anybody hungry yet?"
"Me! Me!" Therron exclaimed, waving his arms wildly. He grabbed the senior and hurriedly ran to get a tray.
That left the other four boys stunned and speechless.
Kurt was looking at Marque as if he desperately wanted to ask the older twin something.
Blaine was having eyetalk with David. Most likely saying: 'We are so screwed.'
A couple of minutes later, Wes and Therron came back with a trayful of food. The other fours boys ogled at the assortment. There were pancakes, ham, eggs, croissants and toast with butter on the side. Therron looked at his companions' wide eyes. "What? We are six boys here. 'f course we would need a lot of food."
Kurt sighed. "Thanks. Now we better set them on the table before Wes begins drooling on them." He said. The others stared at Wes, who was indeed close to drooling.
"I'm hungry!" he exclaimed, making the others laugh.
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Breakfast was uneventful and for that, David and Blaine were grateful. They had been thisclose to being beautifully mangled by their respective halves before the twins arrived. However, they knew they were not getting of the hook that easily.
The boys finished eating about half an hour later.
"Meet us in the senior commons." Kurt instructed, pulling Marque aside. The older twin's eyes widened as Kurt held his arm tightly.
David, Wes, Therron and Blaine looked at the countertenor. At one glance, they knew that there was no getting out of his order. Thus, they reluctantly filed out to march outside of the door.
Therron turned back. "Just please promise not to kill or mentally traumatize my older brother?"
The other three boys snickered while Kurt stared at the younger twin with amusement peppered with exasperation. "Of course not." he said.
As soon as the four boys were out of sight, Kurt bit his lip. "S-so, I—uhm—wanted to know about last night, about w-what I—ah—overheard."
Marque's eyes widened even more, his face taking on a light red color. "O-oh… t-that… W-what about it?"
"Well, you both were speaking in French but I sort of—kind of understood that—" Kurt paused in his words and suddenly became mesmerized with his boots. "—one of you liked me and the other liked Wes."
The redhead blushed harder, laughing nervously. 'Crapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrap.'
Kurt sensed the other boy's uneasiness. "That is if you wanted to tell me. B-but I really really want to know who likes—you know—me."
""D-do you really want to know that bad?" Marque mumbled, starting to play with hem of his shirt. When the countertenor nodded, he looked into Kurt's eyes and spoke with a shaky voice. "B-but you h-have to promise to keep it to yourself."
Kurt nodded again.
Marque gulped and bit down on his lower lip before taking a deep breath. "T-Therron."
The countertenor's breath came short. Then that meant…
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"Why do I have a sudden bad feeling?" Therron asked, one eyebrow raised dubiously while lounging on the couch.
David, Blaine and Wes looked at him.
"Ditto." they chorused, staring at each other with curiosity.
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A/N –Noir: Uh-oh, the truth is revealed! How will our dear boys handle this one? –insert grin here- Anyone want to guess? ;)
Review or Kurt and Blaine will break up in the canon! Rofl…
A/N –Blanc: Well, this chapter is kind of short, isn't it? *grins* Blame Tumblr. Noir did most of this chappie [I think?], so yay! *teeters*
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