WARNING: Boy/Boy love, HarryPotterGeek!Blaine, persuasive!Wes, over-assuming!Marque, supportive!Blaine, Kurt and Therron, hurt-but-not-really!David, boy date
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"Does that mean…?" Kurt asked, letting the rest of the question remain unasked and hanging in the air.
Marque silently nodded.
The countertenor smiled slightly. "I wonder how I didn't see that before." A sigh. "Thanks for telling me."
"I-I can trust you… right? You won't tell anyone?"
"Of course. If I accidentally spill, you have every right to confiscate and burn my Marc Jacobs collection of bowties."
The redhead smiled up at Kurt. "Thanks."
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"What is taking them so long?" Wes whined.
Blaine sighed, exasperated with the Asian's antics. "Wes. It has only been 6 minutes. Six. Freaking. Minutes."
From their places on the couch, Therron and David snickered.
"Can we just watch Harry Potter?" Wes asked and turned to Blaine. "You know you want to!" He wiggled his eyebrows like a villain in vaudeville.
The other two boys gazed at the soloist, anticipating his next reaction. Blaine actually seemed to be having a mental battle. His eyes were scrunched in complete concentration.
"Dude, we should have brought popcorn." David whispered, elbowing Therron.
Blaine gained his ability to speak once again. "B-but Kurt! He would be mad if he doesn't find us here!" he reasoned, flailing his arms wildly.
"Then I'll text him!" Wes offered and within a second, he knew he had won.
The soloist pursed his lips. "Okay, fine." He ran to the door, opening it and beckoning the other boys outside. "Accio friends!"
Wes pumped his fists up in the air, celebrating his victory. He sprinted towards Blaine and was followed by Therron and David.
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"Wait a minute. I just got a text from Wes."
"What does it say?"
Kurt and Marque hunched over the countertenor's phone and squinted to read the message.
Got bored waiting. Having movie marathon at your and Blaine's room. – Wes
"What?"
Marque giggled. "That's Wes alright." he said, finding the Asian's text rather adorable.
Kurt scowled. "It's only been 6 minutes," he mumbled. "It's Wes."
With a sigh, the countertenor smiled at the redhead. "I forget that sometimes."
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Eleven-year-old Harry was talking to a snake in Parseltongue when Kurt and Marque arrived. Therron quickly jumped over a bowl of popcorn to greet the two.
"Yay! You're here!" he shouted as the other three boys shushed him. "Come on, come on! The movie's already started!"
He pulled Marque and Kurt, making the two sit down side by side on the couch. He then proceeded to sit on the floor and rested his head on the two boys' knees.
Marque shook his head at his brother's enthusiasm while Kurt flushed slightly. Blaine, who was sitting beside the countertenor, noticed this. He nudged the junior and handed him the popcorn bowl. "Sorry we couldn't wait. Wes was very persuasive."
Kurt refused the offered food, snorting elegantly at the soloist's words. "In other words, you just couldn't resist Harry Potter." he whispered, elbowing Blaine in the ribs.
"Or that." the soloist shrugged then smiled widely.
The younger boy stared at Blaine for a while. "This doesn't mean I forgive you, just so you know…" The soloist mentally winced at Kurt's words.
The rest of the movie was watched in silence. They were in the middle of the Goblet of Fire when someone's—most likely Wes'—stomach rumbled, quite loudly if one may add.
Groans and sighs erupted in the room.
"What?" Wes said, looking a little amused at his friends' exasperation. "You guys know how much I need to eat in one day."
"Yeah, fifty plates full of protein and carbohydrates."
"Now, that's just exaggerating, David." Kurt spoke, nudging said boy.
Blaine chuckled. "Actually, I think David's right." he said.
The twins laughed simultaneously. "That's exaggerating. Wes only needs thirty," Marque corrected.
Therron shrugged as he helped his brother and Kurt to their feet. "So, we gonna eat, or what?" he asked everyone, offering a hand to Blaine to pull him up. The soloist reluctantly accepted.
Wes and David stood up with each other's help. "Or what," the latter Warbler joked, earning a smack to the back of his head.
Soon, the six boys were eating at the cafeteria again.
As usual, Wes and David launched into an epic food fight of miniature proportions with the twins, and this time, Kurt didn't make the effort of stopping them. By the end of lunch, the four warring boys' clothes were covered in greasy stains.
"That was awesome, guys," Therron commented as they walked back to their rooms. "We definitely have to do that again."
David grinned, bumping fists with the younger twin.
Wes walked silently beside Marque, as did the older Vierge, making the atmosphere fill with tension. It was odd. Terribly, horribly odd.
"S-so, Wes…" Marque suddenly started, looking at the senior through long lashes. "I-I wanted to—uh…"
The redhead suddenly paused, making Wes cock his head in question. "What is it?"
"I w-wanted… to… a—as… a…" Marque stammered shyly, unable to get the words out of his throat in one piece. "A—a…"
Wes patted the younger boy on the shoulder and grinned that goofy, lop-sided grin Marque always swooned at. "Take a deep breath"—the redhead did as Wes instructed—"and go."
Marque bit his lower lip. "I-I w-wanted to…" He gulped. "Iwantedtoaskyouout!"
That statement made the other four pause and look incredulously at Marque; the boy blushed, keeping his head down in embarrassment. "I-If you wanted to… that is…" he added softly.
Wes stood speechless. "W-wait, so are you…?" he asked, his eyebrows furrowed.
"Bi," the redhead replied timidly.
All his life, Wes had always been berated by his parents to get a girlfriend. Every boy of his age had at least two exes while he had well—none… He didn't know if that was because he was gay or if it was because that time was not really the right time. Up until now, it was the same.
Of course Wes didn't find anything wrong with gays or being gay. Bloody hell, two of his friends were gay! It was the fact that he had never been in love, never knew what it felt like, so how would he know if he loved someone?
The boundary between liking and loving someone was a blur to him; a cause of the inexperience. He didn't know if he was being just really amiable with a person because he wanted to be friends or because he was in love with them.
He had always been affable with his friends like David, Blaine, Kurt and even the new ones, the twins. He acted the same with all of them. Fun, quirky, a little obnoxious, mischievous, open, accepting…
He didn't care if whom he fell in love with was a girl or a boy, it didn't matter.
All that may or may not matter was the fact that he was maybe in love. He didn't care about what label he should have, because for him, labels were stereotyping people and who liked being stereotyped?
I may have mulled over things longer than necessary, Wes thought as he noticed Marque in front of him growing redder and redder.
The redhead started to play with the hem of his shirt as he wallowed in humiliation.
"I-I… uh… I shouldn't have asked…" he mumbled softly.
David nudged Therron and glanced at Kurt and Blaine. "W-we should be going… shouldn't we…?" he asked, his eyes flittering to the other boys uncomfortably.
Marque heaved a sigh and smiled bitterly at his shoes. "I'm sorry… I really shouldn't have asked." he said.
He started to walk away from the group. "See you guys later… I-I have something important to attend to…"
Wes just stared at the older twin's back, as did the other three. Therron made to chase after his brother, but Kurt stopped him. "You might make things worse," the countertenor said.
The younger twin nodded dejectedly, hating to see Marque like that.
Blaine punched Wes' arm the second Marque was out of sight.
"Ow! What was that for?" the Asian complained, rubbing the spot where Blaine hit him.
The soloist rolled his eyes. "Let's just go back."
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The boys were once again huddled on the couch in Kurt and Blaine's dorm, with the exception of Marque of course. They continued watching the Goblet of Fire, but none of them were watching.
Wes sat on one end of the couch, stuffing his face with popcorn. His eyes were staring at the screen in front of him but he didn't see the movie playing or hear the sounds emanating from the stereo. All he could see was the scene from earlier. It was playing again and again in his mind in a never-ending loop.
He saw cheeks that were flushed with embarrassment, eyes that looked at him with hopefulness and body movements that spoke of nervousness. He heard the trembling of a melodious voice, the cracking of a tone and footsteps that walked away from him.
And yes, Wes was frequently oblivious but this time 'round, he wasn't numb to the fact that after the twins' fight, he had just put another burden on Marque's shoulders.
His inward sigh was unconsciously echoed by David.
David felt like crap—no, scratch that. He was crap. He had unintentionally caused discord between the twins and well, probably pissed Wes off big time.
He was feeling guilty for what he'd done. He never meant to cause that much ruckus.
He sighed. Yeah, you didn't mean to, but that doesn't change the fact that you did, a voice in his head said. David cringed. Great. Now a weird voice was talking in his head, berating him for the foolishness he had done.
Blaine was also having an internal debate with himself.
Blaine snuck glances at the countertenor sitting beside him. Everything had gotten terribly, terribly worse. Kurt was angry at him and Blaine may just as well hand over the junior over to Therron. The soloist sighed.
Had he known that what he planned would totally backfire; he would not have done it. And besides, what reason had he to feel jealous anyway? Kurt was not his, and probably would never be.
I waited too long, he thought, mentally kicking himself. If I had told Kurt of my feelings sooner, then this wouldn't be happening and another guy wouldn't be flirting with him.
Too late. Kurt was angry with Blaine and the soloist could only hope that the countertenor would be able to forgive him easily.
Blaine sighed. I mean, I just caused the twins, who FYI, he is fond of, to have a pretty big fight. That doesn't really call for easy forgiveness.
Someone else had his mind in a rumble.
Kurt was heaving a migraine with all of the things that were going on. Imagine, in just three days, two new guys joined the Warblers who by the way, were gay and bi, he had grown affectionate to both of them and more so with the younger twin and lastly, he had just found out that the same twin liked him. What more could the universe dump on him?
He was confused. Blaine had been the only one he had an eye on ever since setting foot on Dalton. Sure, there were other gay guys but Kurt never noticed them. Blaine. He was the only one that the countertenor liked. However, that statement was negated ever since Kurt had noticed the younger twin's actions towards him and when he had known the truth that Therron did like him.
Therron doesn't seem to be afraid in showing how he feels for someone, he thought, Not unlike Blaine who I don't really understand. I confess to the guy and he says that he doesn't want to screw anything up, yet he's doing so every time he innocently touches my hand or when he has platoniccoffee dates with me!
He breathed heavily. What was he to do?
Therron was also deeply pondering on the current situation they were in.
The redhead liked Kurt. That was simple as that. However, he was afraid that this would be just like his previous crushes that he ended up having a relationship with. Relationships that were anything but successful.
'Am I really going through with this?' he mentally asked himself. He shook his head. No, this was different, Kurt was different. The countertenor was brave, optimistic, full of life, loving, caring, and more. He was very unlike Therron's previous crushes. They were all about having a hot gay sugar candy under their arms and just looking good. Looking back on that though, the redhead realized that he was easily fooled by words and actions alike.
How was he sure that he wasn't making a mistake if ever he asked Kurt out? Therron was very trusting of just anybody and his experiences practically screamed that out.
No, he shook his head, resolute in his decision, Kurt is unlike those people. He is.
Yet armed with this conclusion, was he really willing to risk it all?
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Marque stared at his phone, which was lying silently on the edge of his table, about to fall. He watched it for a few seconds, not knowing who exactly he was waiting for to call or text.
Inside his chest, Marque's heart thumped wildly, its beating sound loud and rhythmic.
Pulling his gaze away from the unmoving phone, the redhead bit his lower lip. He breathed heavily. "You are such an idiot," he muttered to himself, dropping his head into his hands.
'Why'd you even ask?'
Marque sighed again. The invisible talking chipmunks were talking to him again.
"Spur of the moment… I guess?"
Yeah. That was the right answer. Marque had never planned to ever ask Wes out, nor had he ever thought of attempting to.
'Why'd you leave like that?' the chipmunks asked, their voice surprisingly like Wes' and louder.
Marque blinked back tears. 'Why the heck am I crying?'
He hated this part of himself. The part that was too damn emotional. Even when there was nothing to cry about, the tears would just leak from his eyes. Like right now.
"The embarrassment was too much." Marque replied, chuckling humorlessly.
'I'm sorry.' Wes-chipmunk answered, sounding all-too real, making the redhead look up.
Sure enough, there was the Asian senior, standing by the doorway, a sad expression displayed on his face. Marque felt himself blush and redden.
Wes closed the door behind his back and approached, hands shoved into his pockets indicating that he was nervous.
"Hey…" the older boy started, unsure how to start the conversation. "You—uh… you didn't let me give my… answer…"
Marque looked away, suddenly interested in studying the patterns on his wooden table. He unconsciously pouts, lower lip jutting out. "Didn't think you'd care enough to answer." he said.
It was true. Marque's immediate thought after walking away was that Wes would stay away from him and never talk to him again. That was normally what people did, right?
"I so do care," the Asian replied, his voice taking on the tone he always used when joking around. His lips curled into a half-smile, half-smirk. "So…"
The redhead gulped and braced himself for what he was sure to be a hurtful answer.
"…how about a movie next Saturday?"
'Wait. What?'
Marque gaped at Wes, unable to believe the words that had left the senior's mouth. "W-wh-what?" the redhead stammered.
"Yeah! There's this new movie that I've been dying to watch. Oh, and how about I treat you to dinner afterwards?" Wes continued, his nervousness completely replaced with the enthusiasm Marque liked.
A moment or so of Wes grinning like mad and Marque staring at the senior as if he'd grown an extra head in the past second passed.
Without thinking, the redhead swung his arms around Wes and hugged him gently. "You're serious, right? This isn't just a sick, sick joke you're trying to pull, right?" the redhead said, looking Wes straight in the eye.
As Wes was opened his mouth to reply, Marque's phone suddenly started to play the chorus of 'Follow Me Down' loudly.
The redhead blushed as he realized what he was doing, silently thanking Therron for calling and causing a very much needed distraction. "U-uh…excuse me…" he said softly, quickly releasing Wes and snatching the phone from the table. Pressing the send button, Marque put it to his ear. "T-Therron…?" he timidly asked.
Snickers erupted from the other side of the line.
"Wes did it. I can tell." he heard Blaine say rather proudly.
David's laughter sounded. "Congratulations, kiddo. You won the lottery,' he teased.
The next Marque heard was Kurt's soft voice. "You can thank me later, Marque, after your date with Wesley." he said with a tone of pride.
The redhead smiled widely. "Thanks anyway. A million bunch, thanks."
A few sounds of chaos rang through Marque's ear and he knew for a fact that it was Therron's doing. "Emmie! You should have seen Kurt! He was awesome, screaming at Wes like he did. I have to admit, his bitchy side is amazing." Therron sighed dreamily in a rather exaggerated way.
The older twin could practically see Kurt blushing at the younger twin's words.
Blaine cleared his throat. "We should end this conversation now. We wouldn't want Marque wasting time on us when he can spend it with Wesley-poo."
"Blaine!"
"It's a nice nickname. You should start calling him that."
"Later, Emmie!"
"Good luck."
"Use safety!"
"Shut up David."
And then, the line went dead.
Marque looked at the screen and smiled fondly. Three days at a new school, and he already made four new very crazy friends. Ah, how the universe works.
"Movie and dinner next Saturday at… say, 1500 hours, then?" Wes asked, a bright smile plastered onto his face.
The redhead grinned. "Can't wait for it."
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A/N –Noir: Well, first of all, I would like to say thanks to those who thought Therron was cool or awesome. –insert all-knowing wink here-
Blanc and I are actually stressed out right now. We had—uhm—a family problem and we finished talking about two hours ago. -sigh- I feel so emotionally tired. I mean, I had to talk to my father as if I was having a debate with him. And considering that I always thought that we were a happy family, this just blows.
Reviews enable me to write humor. Who wants to see angst here, anyways?
A/N –Blanc: And we are done! :D Feel free to kick me if you found the Wes/Marque parts weird and/or disappointing. It's already 3 in the morning here, and I finished this chapter off after a very stressing family conference. My tear ducts are dry. :)
I can't believe Therron is more likable than Marque. -shrugs- Meh. Don't care.
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