WARNING: Boy/Boy love, terrible impersonations [courtesy of Therron], artistic?Wes, spy!David, spy!Therron, Finding Nemo reference, scheming?David [hasn't he learned his lesson?]

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Five days normally passed in a blink with the boys, yet this time 'round, it seemed much, much longer…

Monday. 6:55 am.

"Oi, you bloody git! Wake up!" Therron shouted, shaking his older brother's shoulder. He received no response at all, as Marque was currently in dreamland. He pouted. "That was my best Fred/George impersonation yet, and he wasn't even awake to hear it." He sank down on his brother's bed and gazed at the dozing boy. Something interesting happened after a few seconds of his one-sided staring contest.

"Mhmm… Yes, I doo like you W-wesleeey…" the older twin murmured. He snuggled more comfortably into his bed with a smile on his face.

Therron stared at his brother. Wow. Just wow. This was just something new altogether. He knew that when Marque liked someone, the latter twin would only make a move if the attraction was strong. He sighed. He usually had more guts than Marque yet he was not able to ask Kurt out first.

I'm usually better than this, Therron thought. He was sort-of-maybe-just-a-little scared to ask the countertenor. I mean, what if he refuses? That would be the end of me.

The younger twin liked Kurt for a number of reasons, and thus didn't want to ruin their friendship. He mentally enumerated the things that pulled him to the other junior.

The way he is so reserved yet quickly becomes passionate when a situation calls for it.

His effeminate or soft characteristics, whether physical or not, that speaks of his vulnerability; it makes you want to protect him.

The ability of his to blush easily at any time-correctly given prompt and at successions.

Therron could have easily pointed out a million other things yet his twin decided to rouse at the given moment. "T—" a yawn. "—tee? What are you doing in my bed?" Marque asked, rubbing sleep out of his eyes.

"Oh nothing…" he said with a grin. "Come on sleepy head, let's a get an early start!"

No, he thought, Kurt is completely unlike anyone I've ever known.

Tuesday. 9:24 am.

Wes stared at the blank canvas in front of him. All around him, students were already painting or drawing while he wasn't.

Mr. Adams, their art teacher, had told them to create any art that defined what their heart was currently experiencing. At normal times, Wes would have easily made one. Now, however, was not a normal time. Now was a time that he was constantly distracted by anything related to 'French', 'redhead' and 'twin'.

Wes took a deep breath. He would have to really concentrate if he didn't want their teacher to berate him (Mr. Adams had been shooting him looks since the start of class. He didn't look that distracted, now did he?).

Slowly picking up a brush, he dipped it gently into a random paint blob on his palette without even looking what color he had immersed it in. He lifted it up and saw that the brush was tinted with green paint.

He brought it onto the blank canvas, staining its white with emerald green. Ever so gently, he stroked the brush, once, twice and dipped it once more into the paint. Wes, it seemed, was lost in his own world, pouring out what had been filling up his heart.

Ten minutes passed and he was still caught up in his Terra.

Mr. Adams stared at him. Wes had always been the best in his class but now was the only time he had seen the boy paint with such passion. He approached the student, seeing for the first time what Wes had drawn.

Bright, green eyes popped out of a petite face. Rosy cheeks complemented the long, red orange hair that fell around the head, tied into a ponytail. Lips that were as pale as a pink rose were opened in soft laughter. Lastly, dainty shoulders were positioned in such a way that the person in the painting seemed vulnerable.

Mr. Adams gawked at Wes' creation. He had seen that face before. Clearing his throat, he tapped the boy's shoulder gently. Wes looked up at him expectantly.

"Very nice work, Mr. Green." he complimented.

Wes smiled at him. "Thank you, sir." he replied before turning his attention back on his work.

His art teacher hid a smile.

Isn't that Marque Vierge? The new transferee student?

Wednesday. 12:19 pm.

Blaine scanned the cafeteria for his friends with a tray in his arms. His eye caught Therron waving his arms wildly. The younger twin was with the others: Wes, David, Marque and Kurt. The soloist rolled his eyes but nonetheless ambled over to their table.

He had barely set his tray down when he noticed the fleeting glances that Wes was giving the older Vierge, the same went for Therron who was sending them to Kurt.

'Great. Just what I need,' he thought. Blaine frowned and immediately took his seat beside Kurt, who had Therron on his other side.

"Sooo…" he started, turning to the countertenor with a smile, "How were your classes?"

Kurt smiled. "Oh the usual. Calculus, as usual, was hell—" Therron snickered at the other junior's words and earned a glare from Kurt. "—and Home Economics was entertaining, thanks to Therron." he finished.

Blaine almost did a spittake with his water. Thankfully, he quickly regained his composure. "Therron is in your Home Economics class?" This was just peachy. The younger Vierge seemed to be in all of the classes Kurt took.

"Yes." Kurt answered, popping a piece of salad into his mouth. "You should have seen him bake. It was like a volcano erupted flour in the classroom."

Therron playfully smirked at the countertenor. "But at least my soufflé didn't collapse on its self." he retorted.

Kurt shot the other boy a 'bitch please' look. "You were distracting me with your French ramblings!"

The two continued to bicker good-naturedly, leaving Blaine to only stare at them. Did he even had a chance?

Thursday. 3:08 pm

"You don't need to carry my books for me." Kurt said, staring at Therron who was juggling an armful of books. "I'm not that delicate."

The redhead pshaw'ed. "I didn't say you were. I just hate seeing you see like you're carrying the world's burden."

The countertenor rolled his eyes at the younger twin's words. Therron had been escorting him all around since Monday, carrying his books and seeing him to his room. It was endearing and quite frankly, Kurt liked it.

"Still don't see why you have to do it though." he muttered.

Therron grinned. "I don't, but I do." he shrugged.

Kurt smiled back, a slight blush rising on his cheeks. He certainly has a way with words, he thought. He suddenly remembered what he had learned four days ago, causing him to redden further.

"Kurt? Are you okay?" Therron asked when he noticed Kurt's flushed look. He set the books he was carrying, down and put a hand to the other boy's neck. "Oh my gawd! You're so hot!"

Therron had practically screamed his last few sentences, making the other students walking in the hall stop and stare.

Kurt smacked the younger twin's arm. "Shush!" he scolded.

Friday. 4:23 pm.

Warbler practice was, as usual, very organized. Wes was explaining their new set list for Regionals as the other boys listened intently. Well, some anyway.

David stared at the wall, thoughts flying in and out of his mind. Wes and Marque's date is tomorrow. What should I do?

Nothing!, a voice in his head said. Just let things go where they will go.

The other voice in his head seemed to think otherwise. Follow them! Maybe you can even ruin their date! Then Wes will be yours!

He frowned. This was just dandy. He now had two voices in his head. This is equivalent to having an angel and demon perched on your shoulders, he thought sourly.

Well, one thing was for sure. He had to do something. David was not one to take things hands down. He wouldn't mess up his friends' date, of course. He didn't want Wes to be sad or anything because of him.

His gaze went around the room. He saw Marque staring fixedly at Wes and seemed to be taking what the Asian was saying very seriously. Wes, on the other hand, was sending looks at the older twin. Looks that meant something.

David's frown deepened. He didn't know if he could stand losing Wes, but he was not willing to let him go without a fight.

Well maybe I will follow them, he decided, I won't crash their date or whatsoever. Just observe.

However, he needed someone to be with him. Someone who had a reason to want to tailgate Wes and Marque.

And David knew of that someone.

Saturday. 2:19 pm.

Kurt was finishing the last of his homework when his phone started buzzing like mad, blaring the chorus of 'Stays Four The Same'—the song the twins auditioned with to get into the Warblers.

He quickly looked at the screen and answered the call, eyebrows scrunched in confusion.

"Marque? Hey. What's the matter?"

"Kurt! I need you and your fashion expertise, pronto. Please say you'll help me." The older twin sounded like he was panicking.

The countertenor smiled at Marque's words. "Of course."

He ended the call and fixed his table as much as he could in ten seconds, and then headed out the door. Knocking on the twins' door briefly, Kurt said, "I'm coming in," before entering.

The second he set foot inside the room, a sweater hit him square on the face.

"Kurt! Oh god, I'm so sorry," Marque apologized, taking the piece of clothing from Kurt's hand and tossing onto his bed, which looked like a landfill.

"Oh my Gaga…" the countertenor muttered under his breath.

The redhead blushed as he realized how messy the room looked. "S-sorry for the mess. It's just that… I don't know the heck what I'm supposed to wear…"

"Well, first off, where are you going exactly?" Kurt asked, sauntering to Marque's bed and digging through the piles of clothes. He pulled out a red long-sleeve shirt with white stripes.

"Movies… and then dinner…" Marque answered, his face getting redder and redder by after every word.

Kurt aah'd, threw the top towards the redhead, and continued to look.

"Kurt?" the redhead suddenly called. The countertenor looked up. "Thanks a lot."

Kurt smiled. "You're welcome."

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"This is ridiculous."

"What? You said this was a genius idea when I asked you to come with me!"

"I know, but I didn't realize how boring it would be."

"You're ridiculous."

"Am not!"

"Are too!"

"Am not!"

"Shh! They're coming this way! Pretend you're doing something!" David said, quickly straightening in his seat as he pulled out a small pocketbook and started to skim the pages.

Marque and Wes passed, bright smiles on their faces, chatting amiably about the movie they were about to watch. Neither of them noticed the two spies failing to be inconspicuous, fortunately.

Therron shifted beside David, trying to see the title of the book the latter boy was holding. "Twilight?" he asked incredulously once he had seen it. "Really, David? Twilight?"

The older Warbler gave Therron a what? look. The redhead rolled his eyes in reply, unable to believe that David of all people was a Twilight fan.

Not that the book was bad.

Therron's train of thought crashed as David replaced the pocketbook and grabbed the younger boy's arm, walking briskly to catch up with the other two. He was practically dragging Therron.

"H-hey! David! Do you even know what movie they're going to watch?" the redhead suddenly asked, making David stop in his tracks.

"Huh. I didn't think of that."

Therron sighed exasperatedly. "We are the worst spies in the history of ever." he mumbled.

"No we aren't." David snickered. "You should have seen Kurt spy on us when he wasn't enrolled in Dalton yet. It was hilarious!" His soft chuckles and reminiscing look made the younger boy curious about what had transpired in the past.

"Oooh! Tell me, tell me, tell—!" Therron was quickly cut off as David grabbed him to hide behind a pillar.

"They're buying their tickets!" the dark-skinned boy announced.

The redhead rolled his eyes. "No duh, Captain Obvious."

David ignored Therron's remark and hastily towed the younger boy towards the ticket booth after Wes and Marque had gone ahead. "Come on!" he half-shouted, half-whispered.

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"I think… you went overboard…" Marque commented, eyeing the armful of snacks Wes was carrying into the theater. "…with the food."

The Asian snorted. "You can never have too much of a good thing," he said with a wide grin as both of them took their seats. The redhead found Wes' enthusiasm infectious, his lips curling into a small smile.

Marque chuckled once Wes began to stuff his face with popcorn.

"Stop eating, will you?" the younger boy whispered, lowering his voice as more people filtered in. "You might finish off all of that without me being able to take a single bite."

Wes grinned again, even wider than before, and obeyed much to Marque's surprise.

The movie started after a while, capturing the attention of the two boys. Throughout its duration, the two laughed and whispered in each other's ear as they commented about the scenes playing. Wes would often lean unto Marque, speaking in hushed tones that made the younger boy smile and giggle.

Unfortunately for them, their actions combined with the darkness of the theater looked a little different in the eyes of their stalkers.

"Oh my gawd. Agent D, did you see that? Did you see what they did?" Therron asked, his tone incredulous.

David stiffly nodded. Emotions were churning in an unhealthy mix inside of him. 'Was Wes really doing what I think he was doing?'

His jaw hung open as Wes—"Oh fu—did he just kiss my brother?"

Yeah. That.

"Why—I oughta—!" Therron started, making to stand up and walk towards the—gulp—kissing couple.

David hastily pulled the younger twin down. "Don't!" he whisper-shouted. "We're just here to observe, remember?"

The redhead looked at him incredulously. "W-what? He just kissed my brother! I can't let that slip by and do nothing!" he replied, voice loud, receiving a few glares from the other movie-goers.

David sighed. As much as he wanted to just drag Wes back to their dorm room at Dalton to prevent any more kissy-kissy moments, he couldn't stand Wes being angry with him for crashing a highly anticipated date. And he didn't want to cause another twin brawl, since he would most likely get an earful from both Wes and Kurt.

"Don't forget that Marque's the older one out of the two of you." David said. "You technically have no right to disapprove of anyone he chooses."

Therron stared at the senior for a moment.

"Well? You gonna sit down and watch the movie, or have another fight with your brother?"

The younger twin's shoulders slumped as he leaned back on his seat, watching the couple from five rows away.

This was going to be a long day.

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In David and Therron's point of view, Wes and Marque kissed a few more times during the movie. Seven, to be exact (David kept track.). And if one thought that all of the drama ended there, well, there were absolutely wrong.

After the movie, Wes took Marque to a nearby Japanese restaurant. The older twin was ecstatic, as he was enamored with Asian culture.

"Wes! This is absolutely marvelous!" he exclaimed as soon as they entered, "How did you know that I liked - ?"

The senior grinned. "Oh, I have my sources."

Marque raised an eyebrow. Wes shrugged in reply, earning a gentle punch to the arm. Both of them laughed as they stood in line. "Okay, okay!" Wes said, arms in the air as if he was surrendering.

"It was a lucky guess. Is that what you wanted to hear?"

The redhead smiled fondly. "Maybe."

Wes' grin grew. "So, what do you want to eat?" he asked. "Sushi?"

Marque took a moment to decide, eyes sparkling at the many choices to pick from.

"Buffet?"

"And eat to our hearts' contents?"

"I'll take that as a yes."

"What if we aren't able to eat everything?"

"Don't underestimate my digestive system, Marque!"

"I wasn't!"

"Really? Good."

They joked around a little more while they waited to order for their food. Marque turned out to be as much a food lover as Wes was when it came to Asian food, which the latter boy was surprised to find out about.

As soon as the plates were laid on their table, the two almost fought over a piece of California Maki, playing soccer with their chopsticks as their feet.

There were some kinds of sushi Wes would refuse to eat, complaining that they tasted nowhere as good as they looked. Marque was persistent, forcing the older boy to at least take a little bite.

Saying that Marque was successful would be an understatement.

'Pretty please with a cherry on top' didn't work on Wes. Neither did threatening him with a mini nerf gun Marque seemingly pulled out of nowhere.

So when Marque simply offered to feed the piece of sushi to Wes, the redhead was surprised that the senior quickly gave in. Wes had grinned wider than Marque had ever seen him grin, and then proceeded to eat.

Three tables away…

"Daaaaviiiiid!" Therron whined, prodding the older boy with a fork. "Em just fed Wes!"

The dark-skinned boy did not respond and instead, gaped at the other two. He was absotively, posulutely stumped. Not even the incessant pokes of the younger boy could get his brain to function.

What he was seeing annoyed him. Wes' grin was enough to light up the whole restaurant, and his eyes were sparkling noticeably, while Marque was hiding a small, pleased smile. David just wanted to stow Wes away in some container and hide the other boy from the older Vierge. Wes was his, damn it!

You know that's not true. He never was, and maybe never will, a voice in his mind whispered, its tone melancholic.

He suppressed a sigh. It was true, Wes had never been his.

If only I realized what I felt for Wes sooner, then everything wouldn't have been like this. If I had only made a move first instead of trying to deny the truth, then we wouldn't be in this situation. If only I had told Wes that I l-loved him, then…

David spared a look at Marque and Wes before finishing his thought.

…he wouldn't be falling for Marque right now.

The other two boys suddenly laughed, breaking out into giggles that bounced off the walls. David blinked his eyes. Never had he seen Wes so happy before, not even when the Asian bought the latest COD game.

If you love something, you have to set it free.

Yeah right. That meant giving up. And David was not one for giving up.

"D-David…? Are you alright? You spaced out…" Therron piped up from beside him.

The senior glanced at the younger boy and sighed as he stood up, not caring anymore if Wes or Marque saw him. He started to walk out of the restaurant, Therron close at his heels.

"Hey! What's the matter?"

David didn't stop walking. "This has been a waste of time," he replied, unknowingly speeding up his pace. Therron had to jog to catch up with him.

"W-what?" Therron asked breathlessly. "What do you mean by that?"

The senior didn't answer.

He was too busy scheming.

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A/N –Noir: Whee~… At long last, Chapter 10 is done! We're sorry it took so long and we haven't had regular updates. Someone just keeps having writer's block. Who could that be? –looks around– Anywho, it looks like David won't be giving up any time soon.

To the winners of the contest, your oneshots and drabbles are, truth be told, not yet ready. We're sorry! Even though it's summer in our country, we have been going out almost everyday and by the time we arrive home, we sleep like rocks. But surely, your stories will be made. This, I swear! –insert lopsided grin here-

A/N –Blanc: I've done a terrible job. I just know it. The universe seemingly hates me; it keeps giving me writer's block. I kept asking for Noir to help me… T^T I fail so hard. And with all the smut I've been reading, I'm getting the urge to write twincest. And maybe even a… six[?]-some. Haha.

To Sealie and Buns, Chandlure and Sirius Knight, we're sorry for taking so long.

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