Hello everyone!

Today's chapter features a little holiday fun with Grade school!Wes and David. I hope you like it! I don't know why but I just love young!Wes and young!David, they're adorable wouldn't you agree?

Enjoy my lovelies,

Bree Z Claire

PS - Prompts are welcome as I will be filling many over my winter break (starts on the 17th so send them now!).

I Do NOT own glee, Christmas, or Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.

It was a sacred task trusted only to him. A mission only he could fulfill properly. It was so important that Santa himself would entrust the task to only one little boy. Mostly because all the other children got too distracted by the flashing lights or couldn't keep a steady hand and ended up toppling over and falling into the tree for the fifth time in a row. But besides that, no other boy or girl had better motor control than young Wesley Leung. So every year it was his assigned duty to place the large gold star on top of the class tree. There was just one small obstacle that stood in the way Wesley's goal as he looked up at the Christmas tree in Ms. Millie's grade three classroom…

This year's tree had been a tad taller than most.

Wes continued staring, willing the tree to shrink. Perhaps if he stretched really really tall...But just as he approached the monster of a tree, he heard a voice behind him.

"Need a stepping stool Tiny Tim?" Wes turned to see David Williams holding a small blue stepping stool with a smile.

"Hi David!" Wes jumped happily and hugged his friend. "I thought you left to go snowboarding in the…" Wes furrowed his brows trying to remember the word. "The…place with snow…and mountains…" David giggled.

"The Alps, Wes, they're called the Alps." The boy decided to step in before his friend gave himself a headache thinking up words. "Where is everyone?" He looked around the empty classroom.

"They're outside; it's still recess."

"So you're in here because…"

"I hate the cold. Plus, someone had to finish the tree!" David looked at the tree decorated symmetrically with lights, tinsel, and ornaments both traditional and those made by the students. Ms. Millie strung the lights first before letting the children hang their own decorations. He spotted his snowflake dangling between Wes' snowflake and Jeff's reindeer. "When do you leave?"

"I leave tonight so that means I'll be sleeping on the plane…I don't know what that will be like but I don't think it'll be that much dif-dif…" Wes cocked his head and waited patiently for his friend to sound out the word. "Dif-fer-ent from sleeping in a bed…except you're sitting up instead of lying down. I guess that's different…" David continued his ramblings on sleeping positions and plane rides while Wes rolled his eyes. Almost 5 years had passed since they first met and the little Asian boy still let his friend continue his ramblings while others would just tell David to stop talking. Wes never did that because he hated the way David's face fell when someone would do that to him. He never liked seeing David sad or angry. He wondered if that meant anything.

"…but then mom said that I shouldn't sit upside-down while watching Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles because I'll get a headache but that it's okay when I have a hiccups. Hey, wouldn't it be cool to have a turtle—"

But the again David liked to get off topic a lot as well.

"David!" The brown boy snapped his head up, clearly unaware of his continuous stream of words. "Could you help me with the star?" Wes held the golden decoration to his chest and watched as it shimmered in the fluorescent lightening.

"Oh right! Sorry Wes." David moved to put the stool at the foot of the tree and stepped to the side to watch his friend climb up and place the star on the very top. The two boys stepped back and gasped. The tree was absolutely brilliant, the flashing lights circling the boughs danced around playfully making the tinsel and ornaments shine like a dream. The star looked like a glowing beacon that would continue to shine even in the darkest of nights.

"I feel all warm and fuzzy inside." Wes hugged himself happily and swung his body around, relishing the moment. David was glad he didn't miss decorating the class tree.

"Mr. Williams!" Ms. Millie walked into the classroom holding a large Tupperware container full of cookies. "I'm so glad you decided to join us for the Holiday party. Did your parents sign you in dear?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Wonderful." She placed the container on her desk and turned to look at the tree. "Oh Wesley, well done, the tree looks beautiful!"

"I helped!" David grinned.

"I'm sure Wes was happy for that, weren't you Wesley?"

"Yes Ms. Millie." The boy beamed and the two friends giggled.

"Well, now that the tree is all finished, why don't you boys head outside for recess? There's still a good fifteen minutes left." Wes began shaking his head violently.

"No Ms. Millie, no! I don't like the cold. I hate it!" The teacher just looked back and forth between the boy and his friend who just shrugged and sighed. "Well, why don't you two start decorating cookies then?"

There was a pause before an exchange of looks and a very loud "YEY!"

!~ Wevid ~!

Wes scrunched up his face, half out of confusion and half out of disgust. When he and David chose their cookies he just copied what David grabbed. He looked down at the strange shape he didn't recognize and then over at David's cookie, which was already being painted with coloured icing. "David, what is this?"

The boy looked up briefly, "It's a holly."

"What's that?"

"It's a tree that has red berries on it."

"Is it Christmas-y?"

"I don't know," his friend shrugged. "I see it during Christmas time a lot though. They're on cards and stuff."

Wes looked back down at his plain cookie and thought for a minute. He wondered how he could decorate something he knew nothing about. No, he could do this. "What colour is a… a holly?"

"The berries are red and the leaves are green." David skooched a little closer and dipped his popsicle stick into Wes' red icing and touched it to the berry outline on the cookie and then did the same with the green and the leaves. Wes immediately flipped out.

"DAVID WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"

Uh-oh, what did he do now? "Umm…oops?"

"You can't just use your popsicle and touch my icing!" Wes waved his hands around frantically.

"But Wes, I didn't lick it or anything—"

"No no no! I need a new cookie now!" Wes stomped his little feet and David just rolled his eyes.

"Fine, you get a new cookie. I'll just have yours then." Wes gasped so loudly David almost laughed. But then the reaction on his face pushed him overboard and David fell on the floor clutching his stomach in laughter. "David you can't just have my cookie! It's my cookie! Why are you laughing?"

"Your face!" David was still on the floor gasping for air. "Your face is why I'm laughing."

Wes pouted and crossed his arms. "There's nothing funny about my face."

"You're right." David went straight faced and stood up. Wes was so taken back by this sudden change in attitude that he almost didn't register David walking back to the table, dipping his finger in Wes' icing plate and smearing it all over his face. "Now your face is funny!" The boy giggled up a storm and fell right back on the floor. Wes narrowed his eyes.

"Y-y-you…I…icing….David…GAHHHHHHHHHH!"

!~ Wevid ~!

When the recess bell rang, the kids reluctantly made their way inside from the snow fort fights and snowmen building. Ms. Millie's grade three class took off their snow suits with minimal help from their teachers and hung their things in their respected cubbies. She led the children back to the classroom while a smile, "Alright children, who's ready to decorate cookies—Oh my goodness!"

When she left Wes and David alone she never expected anything out of the ordinary to happen. Wes was a neat and controlled child and both he and David were very well behaved. So when she walked in on the two covered head to toe in icing, she was understandable shocked.

"Wesley! David!"

Wes looked up. He held a blue stool in one hand like a lion tamer and a bundle of popsicle sticks dunked in icing in the other. He wore what seemed to be a bucket on his head and somehow had numerous plates stuck to his striped collared shirt. David was on the table with a large jar of icing and had a dark blue blanket held up like a shield. It too was cover in the sugary gloop. When Wes looked up, David leapt off the table, kicked the stool out of the way and tackled the smaller boy with the blanket. All doing so with quite an impressive battle cry.

"Ahh! Ms. Millie, help me!"

"Alright you two that's enough!" They ceased their fighting and looked up at the teacher and their fellow classmates. "What is the meaning of this?" The overlapping of voices and finger pointing that followed gave her a headache. "Okay okay hush children please." She pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed. A small tug on her pants made her look down.

"Ms. Millie?" Jeff asked, "Can we decorate the cookies now, please?" His voice was so small and genuine that the teacher couldn't help but smile.

"Of course dear, just keep your icing on your plate understood?"

"Not like Wes and David." Nick giggled from behind a table, already decorating his star-cookie. Jeff quickly moved to join him and the others followed suit. Ms. Millie walked up to the two troublemakers, one was still pinned and blanketed under the other.

"Boys…go clean up. Now." The two moved in a flash but still as one unit. The woman shook her head; those two will drive me to insanity.

"Ms. Millie, Ms. Millie! Nick is putting paste of my cookie!"

"It'll taste better! Ms. Millie can I have crayons too?"

On second thought…

!~ Wevid ~!

"David, I can't wash my hands if there's blanket in my way." Wes pouted. David released him and began licking his hand after a moments pause. "Stop licking your hand."

"But it's yummy. I think we should lick the icing off instead of washing it, and then we won't waste it! I remember when my mom accidentally spilt some cookie batter on the dog and Lucky just licked it off and he was good as new!" At this point the boy had finished his hands so he began nibbling and sucking on his sweater. Wes had to admit it was tempting but then thought better of it and turned on the tap. He was just in the middle of singing his ABC's when a wet tongue ran up his cheek. He paused, not sure what just happened.

"Umm…David?"

"Uh-huh?"

"Did you just lick me?"

"Yeah-huh."

"Why…"

"I'm done my sweater."

Wes turned with an incredulous look on his face. David just stuck out his hands defensively, "What? Icing is icing and we didn't get to have our cookies."

"YOU CAN'T JUST LICK ME LIKE THAT DAVID, IT'S UNHYGIENIC!" Water droplets flung every which way and David shielded himself from the attack.

"Sorry Wes." It was his turn to pout.

The boy huffed and dried his hand properly on paper towel. "We can still have cookies if we hurry back, I'm sure Ms. Millie would've saved some for us."

"Unless Nick glued them all together and ate them."

"Eww…"

"Yeah…"

"David?" Wes drew circles in the bathroom tile with the tip of his shoe with his head hung down. Despite the face that the two drove each other bonkers, he was still going to miss his friend. He had just realized that David would be leaving soon and he wouldn't have his friend to play with for at least like…forever. David was his best friend and Wes didn't like not having him around.

"Yeah?"

"Could you make me a holly-cookie before you leave?"

David giggled, "What about the cooties?"

"That's okay. Best friends can't get cooties from best friends."

David grinned widely, "Then let's hurry back before Nick mixes all the icing with glue!"