25: LET GO

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Blaine's scrutinizing eyes were leveled on the twins, who were both fidgeting uncomfortably under his intense stare.

"B-Blaine?" Marque spoke up, hands playing with the hem of his shirt.

"Hm?" the soloist mumbled as he turned to the older twin. Marque hesitantly looked up at the older boy and bit his lower lip absently while he answered, "Why are you… doing that?"

Therron stilled his brother's restless hands and whispered to him, "I think he's trying to tell us apart."

Marque aah'd.

The curly-haired boy cocked his head to the side and sighed, sounding thoroughly defeated. "I give up!" he exclaimed, throwing his hands up in the air in obvious exasperation as he walked to where Wes and David were smirking smugly at him.

"We told you that you couldn't do it," Wes said, swinging an arm around Blaine's shoulders.

David chuckled, making the mistake of mussing Blaine's gel-laden hair. He automatically retracted his hand in disgust. "Ugh, lay off the gel Hobbit boy. Your neurons are probably dying because of it," he muttered, wiping it off on the soloist's blazer sleeve.

Wes smiled sadly as Blaine jumped away from David. "That stain is never coming out." he said sagely.

"I did tell him hairgel is a bane to everyone's existence." Kurt interjected, shaking his head.

"So is hairspray." the soloist mumbled, shrugging out of his blazer. He looked morosely at his stained piece of clothing. "This was my favorite blazer."

Kurt rolled his eyes. "All of your blazers are the same, Blaine."

"But this one was special."

"So was the one you wore yesterday—"

Wes cut in, "—and the day before that—"

"—and the day before that day—" David added, grinning.

"—and the day—" the twins both spoke at the same time but were interrupted by Blaine.

The curly-haired boy raised his arms in exasperation. "I get it, I get it!" he shouted, pouting adorably.

Kurt's phone suddenly blared Mellencamp, causing the other five boys to stare at him oddly. They all knew Kurt was more of a musical-junkie and having Mellencamp in his phone was strange. The countertenor blushed slightly and muttered an 'excuse me' before walking off outside, leaving the other boys gaping after him.

"Who was that?" Wes asked, cocking his head to one side.

Blaine was the one to answer his question. "I think it was his dad. Kurt has mentioned that Mr. Hummel likes Mellencamp."

The others aah'd.

Kurt didn't come back.

The party was already in full blast only fifteen minutes after the Warblers had entered the senior commons. The five boys were enjoying themselves but two of them were searching the crowd for a porcelain boy.

It wasn't after the food was gone, the chocolates were distributed and majority of the Warblers had gone home, did Wes, David, Blaine, Marque and Therron find out that Kurt had been picked up by his father. The countertenor had wanted to bid them goodbye but he was in a hurry and was not able to do so.

"We had gifts for him!" Therron complained.

Marque nodded in agreement. "I had a beautiful yukata custom-made for him!"

David raised an eyebrow in wonder. "Custom-made?" he echoed, curious. "As in according to his sizes? How?"

The twins grinned and answered in chorus. "We have our ways."

The other three shared a confused look. These twins were sometimes too stalker-ish for their own good.

Blaine shrugged slightly as if to dismiss the thought of the twins actually being Kurt's stalkers [because that was not a good thought]. "You can just leave them in our dorm room," he said. "Kurt won't be back until tomorrow night, anyways."

The twins sighed simultaneously. They glanced at each other, identical green eyes meeting with a spark of mischievousness.

Wes was about to ask to be included in their plans but was interrupted by the twins shouting that they bore gifts from Japan. Wes, David and Blaine looked at them with mixed expressions.

Therron ran out of the room and came back moments later with three plain white boxes stacked in his arms. Marque was the one who distributed them to the three boys, who took them with even more confused looks than before.

"Just wear them!" the older twin urged [not that the boys knew who was who]. When the three gave him looks asking where they should change, he merely rolled his eyes.

"You can change here guys. It's not like we're going to jump your bones or something." Therron said, grinning madly.

Marque blushed fiercely, though he fought against it as he mumbled his agreement with his brother. "W-we'll turn our backs," he assured the other three, despite wanting to see badly in the back of his mind.

They were still a bit hesitant, causing the younger twin to smile a sinister smile. "Are you going to strip or do we have to do it for you?"

The other four boys' mouths fell open with that sentence, more so when Therron continued, "Well, we really would."

Marque smacked his twin on the arm with force, making the younger brother yelp rather loudly. "Stop it. You're starting to sound like a pervert—and I definitely would not," he scolded, face burning an embarrassing red.

"Whatever."

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It wasn't long before Wes, David and Blaine had donned their respective yukatas. Wes was wearing maroon with a firework design, an explosion of lighter reds and yellows and oranges near the sleeves and hems. David had royal blue on, eddying waves of sky blues and indigos and violets on the borders. Blaine's was of a forest green color, adorned with falling leaves of emerald and gold.

The three were rather handsome [especially Wes who looked exceptionally Asian—of course Marque wouldn't say that out loud].

Blaine twirled in his yukata cheerily, a wide smile on his face.

"This is awesome!" he exclaimed enthusiastically, thanking the twins for such a wonderful gift like an overzealous five-year-old.

David quirked an eyebrow at his ecstatic friend and proceeded to cross his arms. "I feel like I'm wearing a dress," he deadpanned, falling back on the couch.

Wes followed suit to Blaine and jumped on the couch, narrowly missing David's knee.

"I agree with Blaine! This is awesome!" he shouted, energetically dancing with the soloist on top of climb-able furniture (i.e. coffee table).

David rolled his eyes at the duo. "I am not to be blamed if either of you trip and fall."

The other two only shrugged and continued to dance like dorks. The twins were singing some sort of Japanese song that sounded like it was supposed to only be sung by two little girls. The four were completely acting crazily while David only observed and laughed out loud when Blaine nearly fell of the couch,

The door opened unnoticed, until someone spoke out. "Gentlemen, have you seen my—whatthefuckisgoingon?"

The five boys all froze in whatever they were doing and gawked at the speaker. All of them had blush adorning their cheeks when they saw that it was Thad.

The brunette was staring at them incredulously with wide eyes and his mouth hanging slightly open, blatantly surprised by the sight of two boys dressed in yukatas dancing on top of furniture and twins singing in some language he didn't know.

"Whatever it is you are doing, I do not want to know. In fact, let me just find my phone and I will exit this room, forgetting that I had come upon this scenario." Thad slowly said, and even more slowly grabbed his phone which lay on a nearby shelf. As soon as he had his hands around it, he dashed out of the room faster than you could say supermegafoxyawesomehot.

Needless to say, poor Thad was traumatized, and probably scarred for life.

"We should have bought Thad a yukata."

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They were heading back to their rooms when Marque hesitantly pulled Wes aside—the redhead told the others to just go on and insisted it was nothing, although he was sure that they already knew what it was about. David couldn't help but glance at Marque with a wary look on his face. Wes was his, dammit!

Once the other three were definitely out of earshot, the redhead nervously slipped his hand into Wes' as he had done on their date weeks ago.

Marque felt the butterflies in his stomach start to react, but forced the feeling down.

"So…" he began, voice wavering slightly. "Have you made your mind up already?"

Wes' eyes widened at the realization that he'd forgotten all about it. "I-I—I don't—"

The redhead cut him off with a small smile that hid his sadness perfectly. "I'm sorry for leaving you with such a large problem... It wasn't right of me to do it, so…"

Forcing himself to make his smile convincing, Marque shyly brushed his lips over Wes' knuckle. "I'm letting you go," he simply stated. An awkward laugh escaped his throat. "This is so unlike of me, did you know that?"

The Asian senior bit his lip.

"I've never chased after anyone. Ever. I am… inexperienced. That must be why I've been doing such an awful job of it," the redhead mumbled as he let go of Wes' hand.

"Marque…"

"Thank you for everything."

"Are you really—"

"Yes, I'm sure. Ever heard of the saying 'if you love something you have to set it free'? That's exactly what I'm doing now."

"I…"

"I love you, Wes Warbler, despite only knowing you for a full month. David loves you too—much, much more than I do. I'm fine with being your friend as long as I can see you happy and smiling."

Wes prevented Marque from saying anything else by swinging his arms around the younger boy's figure, squeezing him gently.

"I don't know what to do anymore," he mumbled against the fabric of Marque's shirt.

Marque smiled sadly, hugging back.

"I'll help you."

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A/N:

"Angsteiiiihhh~"

"Have to read fanfics. o.0"

"You are such a fanfic junkie."

"*sings* I used to be a junkie!"

"Shut up, David—uh, I mean Noir. ^^' Anyways, this thingy is just a filler for you guysss. We'll get on the next chapter as soon as possible. I just had to get that pickle I gave Wes out of the way. Pickles don't taste very good. D:"

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Shout-out to Miss Violet and Miss Chroni and Miss Becca and Miss Britt and Miss Daydream and MisaMisa! Haiii youuu guyssss~

Oh, and to our lovely anon, Mia. c:

You're all awesome.

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