I probably enjoyed writing Wes more than I should xD He and his gavel, what a pair... ;) Well, if you ever asked yourself how Blaine got the very romantic idea to basically ask Kurt out and confess his feelings while Kurt was busy decorating a casket... Here is a possible reason :D

Oh, and by the way, in case someone might be interested: I'll start posting another series of oneshots today based on the 'gel' chapter. It's called 'The Gel Wars' – you may have a guess at what it's all about ;) So, if you like this one you might want to check that one out, too :)

Wes

"You're hopeless."

Irritated, Blaine looked up from his history essay to find Wes standing next to his bed.

"What do you want, Wes?", he sighed. Ever since Kurt had sung Blackbird that week and Blaine had finally realized his feelings towards the other boy, Wes wouldn't stop bothering him.

"Help you, of course! I mean, why do you still sit here, burying yourself in history books, when you could be out there asking Kurt out?"

"Wes. You don't just go about and ask people to be your boyfriend."

"Actually, yes. A lot of people do. Most, in fact. So why are you still sitting here? It's almost been a week. You got your duet. What's holding you up?"

"Kurt is a romantic. He deserves more than me just barging in his room out of nowhere telling him I only just realized I want to be with him."

"Only just realized? You realized that almost a week ago! It still took you long enough to do so, the rest of us could have told you so from the start, but well. That can't be helped right now. What can be helped is the fact that you're still sitting here!"

"Did you even listen to a single word I just said, Wes?"

"I did. And it's nonsense. You don't need an epic speech to get Kurt to be your boyfriend. All you have to do is ask and I bet my gavel that he'll break down in tears of joy and say yes before you know it. So get up, leave that stupid history essay right here and go ask him!"

Instead of heeding his advice as Wes had hoped he would, Blaine just stared at the floor, blushing madly. Wes rolled his eyes at his friend. If Blaine kept going at this pace, those two might end up together in their eighties, at the earliest.

"What is it now, Blaine? Come on, you can tell me."

"It's just... What if I already have an epic speech?"

For a moment, Wes didn't know what to say.

"Really?"

"Really. I even wrote it down. I told you, I think Kurt deserves something like that, especially after all the times I messed up" - Wes couldn't deny that one, so he just nodded - "and I tried to figure out when to deliver it, but..."

"No more buts, Mr. Anderson. Do you happen to know your little speech by heart?"

Blaine just nodded meekly.

"I thought so. Now get up, go find your boy, deliver that speech and get yourself a boyfriend. And don't you dare come back until you two had a decent make-out session!"

"Wes! I don't even know if he'll say yes..."

"Oh please, Blaine. Of course he'll say yes. If I were in his place, I'd have given up on you long ago. But Kurt's still here. If that's not prove enough I don't know what is, so get up and do as I told you!"

"But the history essay..."

"Isn't due until next week. Plenty of time to finish it. And if you'd finally act on my advice you might even have a boyfriend to help you with that, since I know Kurt is already done with it. Now go!"

"But what if he's busy..."

"Blaine Anderson, you're driving me nuts here! Just get up, go find him and give that goddamn speech of yours and if he's busy, you'll make him listen, do you hear me? I won't take another minute of all that unresolved sexual tension between the two of you! Especially not after I did as you wanted and made sure you and Kurt got that duet! I swear, if you don't make him your boyfriend right now and rock that bloody song at Regionals, you'll get to know the wrath of my gavel!"

Carefully, Blaine stumbled out of the door to his dorm room (backwards, since he didn't dare turn his back on Wes right now for fear of what his friend and his gavel might do to him) and began his search for Kurt. And that's why Blaine Anderson delivered a romantic speech to his grieving best friend over the coffin of a dead bird and beloved fellow Warbler.