So I'm up to stage two of my interview to work for a branch of a major company which I won't name for obvious reasons. I should hear about my next interview very soon :)

In other news, I just realized why I've felt so off the past few days. One of the men who went to my group interview told us he'd nearly died of the flu a few days prior and now I'm starting to get flu-like symptoms... if I get this, I will not be impressed. So I'll go and do what I always do when I feel off and write sick!Klaine fics ;)

From The Comment: Why is Blaine acting so funny? Staring off into space, playing Teenage Dream on a Loop, and acting uncomfortable whenever someone talks about the newest Warbler. Even he doesn't know, until Wes and David help him get to the bottom of it. When he finds Kurt again...

Because I don't write enough fics in the POV of Wes and David. Snapshots in time.

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Wes flipped idly through the sheet music as he knocked on his friend's door. "Hey, Blaine, so that went well today but I was wondering... what are you doing?"

Blaine didn't respond. Worried, Wes knelt in front of his friend, breaking his eye contact with the wall. "Blaine? What's wrong?"

He knew Blaine's past sometimes came back to haunt him, and considering they had left Blaine with a kid who had most likely revealed things about bullying might mean that Blaine was dealing with flashbacks. "Do you need me to get David?"

"No," Blaine murmured. He shook his head and forced a smile onto his face. "No, I'm cool. What did you want?"

Wes rolled his eyes. "Don't, Blaine. Tell me what's wrong. What happened with Kurt?"

But the small smile that flickered across Blaine's face said it all. It was gone a moment later, and Blaine began to talk about Kurt's situation - leaving out details, of course - but Wes knew what he had seen.

Blaine's got a crush on this guy...

Finally!

Wes and David had spent a lot of time coaxing Blaine out of his shell when he first arrived at Dalton. And even though Blaine had finally managed to become his confident self, he still seemed afraid to have feelings for people, like it was wrong. The two boys had sat him down and had one of the most awkward conversations of Wes's life, where Blaine politely informed them that he knew it was okay to like boys, he just didn't have feelings for anybody at Dalton at this point in time. Wes knew Blaine was trying to convince himself more than Wes and David, but had let it drop, assuming Blaine would get there in time.

And now it seemed, was that time. Blaine was still talking, so Wes let himself think about the possibilities. It seemed like Kurt was having some issues at the moment, and Wes wasn't stupid enough to think that he wanted a boyfriend right now. What he needed was a group of people to support him, and it looked like Blaine was going to take on that role singlehandedly.

"... so I don't know what's going to happen, but he has my number so he said he'll call or text if anything goes wrong. I just wish there was something else I could do."

"Could he transfer?" Wes asked. He knew it wasn't viable for everybody, but Blaine had done it and he too was worried about the kid.

But Blaine was already shaking his head. "He refuses to ask his Dad. Says they can't afford it."

Wes winced sympathetically. "Well if there's anything we can do, just let us know, okay?"

"I will. Thanks."

"Anytime," Wes replied. Blaine smiled, but Wes could tell his thoughts were elsewhere. Standing up, he left his friend to his daydreaming and wandered off to find David to tell him about the latest development. After all, their Blaine was finally growing up.

"Wes, make it stop!"

Wes frowned. "David?" he asked down the phone. "What's wrong?"

There was a shuffling sound, then the sound of music came through the speaker.

"You make me feel like I'm living a teenage dream,

The way you turn me on, I can't sleep..."

Wes could hear Blaine singing along, as well as the sound of running water. "What's wrong with that? He's practicing, that's a good thing. You should do it more."

The music grew fainter as David took him off speakerphone. "I practice plenty, thank you. And I have no problem with Blaine singing, but he's been singing that particular song all day."

Wes began to laugh, suddenly realizing what was going on. "Of course he has! It reminds him of Kurt after all."

"I know, and it's usually been played about ten times a day, but ever since Kurt rang this morning and told Blaine he was transferring, it's been -"

"Wait, what?" Wes blinked. "Kurt's transferring?" He hung up before David could reply and walked out of his room and down the hall to David and Blaine's, barging in without knocking. "Since when has Kurt been transferring?"

David sat up from where he was sprawled out on his bed, eating chips. "He only found out this morning. He'll be moving in tomorrow and starting here on Monday."

"Well do you know why?"

David shook his head. "I didn't want to pry. I'm not sure how much he told Blaine either."

Wes sighed. "Did Blaine look concerned? I don't want to stick my head where it shouldn't be either, but I don't want to accidentally put my foot in my mouth when Kurt arrives -"

"Yes, he told me."

Wes turned to see Blaine's head poking around the bathroom door. Teenage Dream was still playing in the background, but Wes hadn't heard the shower go off. "Is he alright, Blaine?"

Blaine ducked his head back in and a minute later, the music stopped playing. The door opened fully to reveal Blaine, dressed only in a towel. He ignored the mock wolf whistle from David as he sat on his bed. "He's... I don't know. He will be okay."

"You can't tell us what happened, can you?"

Blaine shook his head. "That's up to Kurt. But the important thing is that he's safe and he's coming here." The smile that crossed his friend's face at that statement was almost exactly the same as the one Blaine had worn the last time he had spoken about Kurt. Wes was about to make a comment when Blaine stood and returned to the bathroom, clearly wanting to get dressed. A moment later, the sound of Katy Perry began to fill the room again.

"He's so into him."

Wes turned to David who was smirking. "Yes, he is," he agreed quietly, sitting next to his friend. "But we're going to let them sort it out, okay? We don't know what happened to Kurt so no pushing."

David groaned loudly and Wes rolled his eyes at his friend. "Thanks for coming over anyway, man."

Wes shook his head, standing to leave. "Anytime, David."

"Hey, Blaine?"

Wes watched with interest as Nick leant over, poking Blaine with his fork. Blaine sighed and looked up from his textbook, positioned in front of his plate. "Yes, Nick?"

"Who's the new kid?"

The smile that crossed Blaine's face had David nudging him furiously. "Yes, David, I see it," Wes hissed out of the corner of his mouth, keeping his attention on Blaine.

"His name's Kurt. He came from McKinley and he's auditioning for the Warblers this afternoon."

Jeff leant over from the other side of Nick. "He seems pretty cool. Shy, but like there's a great personality there. Question though, is he gay?"

Wes chuckled. Jeff never worried about whether his questions were going to be taken offensively and the first thing he wanted to learn about anybody new was their sexual preference. Anyone would think he was looking for a boyfriend if they hadn't seen the way his and Nick's hands were linked under the table.

Blaine was still smiling as he nodded. "Yeah, he is."

Wes immediately elbowed David, who he had seen opening his mouth out of the corner of his eye. But his efforts were fruitless as Cameron bluntly asked, "So, you like him?"

Blaine's jaw dropped. "I .. no, I hardly know him!"

Wes was all set to call his friend out when he saw the genuine surprise in Blaine's eyes and realized. He actually doesn't think he likes Kurt yet.

David had apparently come to the same realization. "He's oblivious! Please tell me we can do something now?"

"Oh, I left my Chemistry textbook in my room." Wes stood, grabbing David's arm. "See you guys soon."

Ignoring the strange looks he was getting from the rest of his Warblers, Wes dragged David out into the corridor before stopping. "Look. Kurt's still settling in here, he's still getting used to things. The last thing he needs is one of our crazy schemes trying to get him together with probably the first gay guy he's met."

"I know that, I wasn't dreaming of saying anything to Kurt. Blaine, on the other hand..." David trailed off and Wes raised an eyebrow, suddenly smirking.

"You know, I think that's a good idea. We're his friends, after all, we should do whatever we can to help him out."

David was grinning from ear to ear, but Wes noticed a figure walking up behind him. "Oh, hey Kurt!"

Kurt looked up, surprised and Wes noticed the slight flinch before he smiled. "Hey guys."

"How are you finding things here? Anything we can do to help you settle in?"

Kurt blinked a couple of times, clearly surprised. "I - no, I'm doing fine." But the slight hesitance gave him away.

"Are you sure?"

"Well.." Kurt ducked his head a little. "I have Chemistry next and I don't know where the classroom is."

Wes grinned. "I've got that with you. Go have some lunch and meet me here afterwards and we'll walk down together."

The smile he got in return was brilliant. "Thanks, Wes."

"Anytime."

Kurt turned to walk into the cafeteria and Wes watched him go before turning back to David. "That kid needs some happiness. The sooner we knock Blaine into shape, the better."

Leaning on his desk, Wes propped his head up in his hands and surveyed his friend who was digging through his closet. A few more minutes passed in silence before Wes gave in.

"Blaine, stop."

Blaine poked his head back out of his closet. "I can't. Going for coffee in ten minutes."

"Blaine, stop and come here."

Blaine stepped out fully, looking irritated. "What, Wes?"

Wes stood, meeting his friend in the middle of the room. "You're going for coffee with Kurt. Why are you so worried about what you wear?" Of course Wes knew perfectly well why Blaine was acting so frantic, but he wanted Blaine to say it. Not that Blaine would, however. He still seemed to be under the delusion that he and Kurt were just friends.

"Kurt's a fashion god, Wes. If I don't wear something that's up to the mark, I'll probably end up embarrassing him or something."

Wes shook his head. "Riiight," he drawled. "This isn't anything to do with how you've been looking at Kurt when you think nobody's watching?"

Blaine flushed, but the denial was still apparent in his eyes. "Wes, I don't know what you're talking about."

"You don't think Kurt's attractive?" Wes widened his eyes and made his expression as innocent as possible.

Blaine's eyes narrowed and he seemed to be catching on to what Wes was implying, finally. "Yes, but that doesn't mean I have feelings for him, Wes."

Wes shrugged and backed off. "You've got eight minutes. Go find something to wear." And as Blaine looked at the clock and jumped back into the closet, Wes sat down and allowed himself to smile. He knew his friend well enough to know what the look in Blaine's eyes the second before he had turned away meant. Maybe Blaine was in denial now, but he was certainly going to be mulling over Wes's words later.

"He's just been lying there for about half an hour now."

Wes poked his head further into the room, nodding. "I see what you mean, that is a bit worrying. Do you think he can hear us?"

"Considering neither of you are actually whispering, yes, he can." Blaine didn't look over at them, still staring at the ceiling. David smiled sheepishly and Wes sighed, walking over to sit on the foot of his friend's bed.

"Blaine, talk. What's wrong?"

Blaine sat up, running his fingers through his hair. "I don't know, Wes. I just feel ... lost."

David joined them, sitting on the other side of Blaine and swapping a worried look with Wes. The last time Blaine had said he felt lost was a few weeks into his time at Dalton when he had a run in with some old bullies and didn't know what to do. "Has something happened?"

"No. Not that I know anyway." Blaine sighed, still looking confused. "I spent the afternoon with Kurt, just hanging out and working on homework and listening to music. And then he left to go home for the weekend and now I just feel... I don't know, guys."

Wes couldn't hide the smile that crossed his face; neither could David. "You like him," Wes said softly.

Blaine turned to him in surprise. "What? Kurt? No I don't..."

But Wes could see the contemplative look in his eyes. "Blaine, think about it. You were happy with Kurt and once he left, you felt lonely. You two hang out all the time -"

"Seriously, all the time," David interjected. "We don't see you anymore - not that this is what that's about," he added hastily as Blaine suddenly looked apologetic.

Wes shook his head at his friend before turning back to Blaine. "The point is, you may not realize it yet but you like Kurt. We don't want to push you into something you're not ready for, but we just want you to be happy. And we want Kurt to be happy, and we think you two would be happy together."

Blaine nodded thoughtfully. "I - I think I have a lot to think about."

Wes stood, grabbing David's elbow to pull him up. "We'll leave you to it then, okay? Just let us know if you need to talk, okay? Anytime."

As the two boys left, Wes saw Blaine fall back on his bed and smiled.

Wes was interrupted from his studying by a hesitant knock on his door. Looking up, he saw Blaine standing in the doorway. "What's up?"

"Can I talk to you?"

Wes frowned, standing. "Always, Blaine. What's wrong?"

Blaine hesitated for a moment before stepping in and closing the door. He sat on the end of Wes's bed, staring across at Kurt's immaculate but empty side of the room before turning back to Wes. "I like Kurt."

Wes immediately sat down next to Blaine, grinning. "I knew you'd work it out. What now?"

"That's the problem. What now?" Blaine twisted his hands together, staring at the floor. "I mean, what do I do? Do I just tell him, do I ask him on a date, should I serenade him -"

"No," Wes said firmly. "Keep it low key, okay? This is your first relationship, and I presume it's his too?" Blaine nodded. "Then the best thing to do would be to go up to him and tell him. Pick a time when you can just sit down and talk -"

"We never get the chance to do that at the moment though," Blaine interrupted. "We're all so busy with studying and Warbler rehearsals and he's out at Lima every weekend and always hanging out with Mercedes and the other girls at night."

Wes thought for a moment. "Tell you what. I'll make sure Thad's late to our next rehearsal. Get a couch for you and Kurt and talk to him then. It's not the best of times, but it'll do."

Blaine stared at him for a moment. "I never thought I'd see the day that Wesley Hughes deliberately put off a Warbler rehearsal." He shook his head, smiling. "Thanks, Wes."

"Anytime. Just make Kurt happy, alright?"

As Blaine left the room, Wes suddenly realized that Blaine hadn't even thought about the possibility of Kurt not feeling the same way. Is he truly that confident, or did he just not think -

"Wait." Blaine burst back in. "What if he says no?"

Wes chuckled, shaking his head and preparing himself for a long reassuring chat.

"So, do you think he's done it yet?"

Wes shook his head, peering at the two boys over his setlist pages. "No, but he's doing it right... now."

Across the room, Blaine reached over and took Kurt's hand. Wes saw Kurt look down at the hand clasping his before looking into Blaine's eyes again as the boy spoke quietly. When Kurt's face split in a smile of delight, Wes automatically held his hand out, feeling David slap a high-five into it. "They look so happy," David murmured, and Wes knew he was smiling as well. Blaine suddenly looked up, catching Wes's eye and shaking his head. Wes shrugged before giving him the thumbs up just as Thad walked into the room.

Mid-meeting, Wes's phone buzzed in his pocket. The Warbler group were splitting up to practice their respective harmonies, so he quickly reached in and read the text.

I'm taking him to Breadstix on Friday. Thanks Wes - Blaine.

Wes smiled, quickly tapping out a reply before joining David and Jeff on the other side of the room.

Anytime. - Wes

"So, I had a great time tonight."

Wes looked up, hearing voices outside his door. Standing in the doorway, apparently oblivious to Wes's presence in the room, was Kurt and Blaine.

"Me too," Kurt murmured, stepping a little closer to Blaine. "Are we going to do that again sometime?"

Blaine reciprocated the action, reaching out to take Kurt's hands. "I hope so. I was kind of hoping we could change our dates to actual dating."

And that beautiful smile crossed Kurt's face again as he ducked his head slightly. "I'd love to," he whispered, and a similar smile broke across Blaine's face.

"Good," he murmured. And then there was a silence where the two boys just stared at each other. Wes felt slightly weird about watching, but couldn't manage to draw his eyes away from the beautiful scene playing out right outside his bedroom door. And he knew exactly what was coming next, the only question was who was going to make the move.

It ended up being Kurt, surprisingly enough. Leaning in, he gently pressed his lips against Blaine's, both of their eyes fluttering shut at the contact. Their hands were still linked between their bodies as they kissed, and the light flickering across them from the hallway made the scene even more beautiful. Quietly, Wes stood and made his way into the bathroom. The last thing he wanted was for the two boys to break away from their perfect moment and find their friend watching.

A few moments later, he heard Kurt saying goodnight before the door closed. Wes stuck his head out the door to find Kurt leaning against it, one hand lightly pressed against his mouth and the smile permanently attached to his face. Closing the bathroom door behind him, Wes waited until Kurt looked up. "Good night?"

"The best," Kurt murmured breathlessly, before remembering where he was. "Um, yeah. Great. I'm going to go shower."

Kurt brushed past him on the way to the bathroom, a blush covering his face. On instinct, Wes stopped him. "Hey. I'm happy for you, you know that?"

He knew it was the right thing to do when Kurt finally met his eyes, looking relieved. "I do. Thanks, Wes."

As the door shut behind Kurt, Wes smiled.

"Anytime."

Isn't Wes such a lovely guy? ;)

MusicalEscape:

*cries onto Blaine's shoulder* "IT'S NOT FAIR!"

"Oh my God, what happened? Was it-"

"Finn spilled coffee on my new shirt!"

"...Okay? Can it be dry-cleaned?"

"NO!" *sobs*

"What's so special about the shirt?"

"It's a Gryffindor shirt."

*later that night*

"FINN! DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOU DID TO KURT'S SHIRT?"

"...Do I know you?"