The Plan
Author's Note: Sorry this took so long! I had too many other fics I was writing and one had to take the hit. :/ But I'll be updating this regularly now. Enjoy. TIME FOR WEVID!
Kurt closed his laptop and picked up the now finished essay he had just printed out. He sighed in relief as he leaned back in his chair admiring his work. Before anything could happen to the invaluable paper he put it in his notebook and made a mental note of where it was. He looked at his clock to see ten o'clock flashing at him; past curfew.
He wanted to go see how Blaine was, but he was unsure where they were standing at this point thanks to David and Wes trying to analyze the situation.
How do they manage to always make things ten times worse? Kurt thought to himself.
It was as if they were trying to make everything ten times more difficult for the two of them. Why couldn't those boys just leave well enough alone? Kurt closed his eyes and rubbed them with the heels of his palms.
A knock came on the door that caused the poor countertenor to jump in shock effectively making his chair jerk backwards and fall to the floor along with Kurt. The knocking became louder and louder until he finally detangled himself from the chair and walked over to his door. He peered through the small peephole to find Wes standing there looking rather flusters.
He opened the door not a second later. "What are you doing here? It's past curfew and this isn't even your building," Kurt said. Wes rolled his eyes at the last part of his statement. "When has that ever stopped me before?" The smaller boy nodded his head in agreement. "Blaine needs you. He just kind of…started freaking out. I think you're the only one who can calm him down," Wes said too quickly.
Before a second thought Kurt grabbed his jacket and his key before slamming his door behind him. "Well, let's get going then!"
"Let me out of here right now! What the hell are you even doing?" Banging came from the inside of the cleaning closet David was leaning against casually. He rolled his eyes before licking his lips. "Do you want to be caught out of bed after hours, Blainey?" David asked in a sing-song voice. A muffled huff came from behind the door in answer. "That's what I thought," he said as he picked at his nail beds.
It was a good thing Wes and David were known for their Wesley twin ways or this plan would have never even been plausible. No one knows how they've managed have the things the two have gotten up to, but it was commons knowledge that if you wanted something done without being caught you should consult with them.
A noise came from down the hall: campus security doing their rounds. Her humming could be heard getting closer and closer. "You are so dead," Blaine said through the door. David is going to get caught. I'm going to be let out and then I can go sleep. Well, finish my homework, and then I can sleep. Blaine thought to himself. The tall, built woman with wiry, black hair rounded the corner still humming to herself. When she was almost to the door Blaine sucked in a breath of air so he could yell, but a hand clamped over his mouth. He struggled for a moment and managed to remove it from his mouth.
He turned to see who was in there, but the closet was empty aside from the small shelf filled with chemicals supposedly used for cleaning. "Fiona is gone. No point in trying to get her attention now," David said from outside the room. "How did you just…," Blaine trailed off. His friend gave a simple laugh before resuming his previous position. "Just sit tight. Wes will be back soon enough," he said and smiled an evil grin to himself.
Wes lead Kurt across the courtyard to the Junior dorms. Somehow they managed to avoid every single guard on duty without any problems. Kurt wondered allowed how much David and Wes knew about how the campus ran. His friend gave a small, almost unnoticeable smile, but remained silent. "What exactly happened with Blaine? What set him off? How was there?" Kurt rambled on with questions the entire walk and not a one of them was answered.
Eventually, the porcelain skinned boy gave up and followed behind in silence through the stairwell of the building. When they reached Blaine's floor, he turned to the door. "He's not in his room," Wes said and continued up the stairs. He scrunched his brow in confusion, but followed him up to the next floor.
Wes opened the door and motioned for Kurt to go through. He stepped past the threshold and continued on with the Warbler at his back. It made Kurt a bit uneasy, but he was too fcused on Blaine to worry about anything else. "Where am I-" Kurt cut off when he saw David. The tall boy was leaning against a door picking at his nails.
He turned towards the two approaching and took a slight step backwards. Wes stepped to Kurt's side and stopped in front of the door. "What's going on?" Kurt asked, now noticing the lack of Blaine. David frowned, placing a hand on the handle of the oak door.
In just seconds everything was very dark. Wes had pushed Kurt into the closet after David had opened it causing the boy to fall on top of the already trapped Warbler inside. The lock clicked.
Blaine groaned from beneath the boy. "Why do we always end up like this," the junior said with laugh.