Jeff glared daggers at the young Asian man in front of him. He hated that he had been the one to draw the short straw and get Wes as his partner for this sing off. The music teacher at Dalton wanted the freshmen and juniors to compete together, since they had that damn mentor thing going on. Jeff had pulled Wes' name out of a hat and everyone thought it was hilarious. It was no secret that Jeff did not like the Asian.

Things had been fine, Jeff had managed to break Wes' arm at their first meeting, but then turned sour. Wes was a killjoy. Wes was prefect of the dorm and for some reason the guy always knew when they were about to pull pranks on someone. He always stopped it. He stopped all pranks he could, even in other dorms.

He also didn't let Jeff's suggestions to their dance-routines for the Warblers even get a try. They weren't so advanced that the Warblers wouldn't be able to do it. But Wes always said no. He was so damn stiff that it drove Jeff crazy! His best friend Nick didn't understand it though, he and the rest of the freshmen loved Wes. Everyone at this freaking school loved Wes… everyone but Jeff.

He always wanted to punch the guy's smirk off of his face. Everyone in the Warblers told him that he was exaggerating and they all said they were a bit jealous that he would be singing a duet with Wes.

Jeff had suggested many songs but Wes had said no. Jeff didn't get it, why was he being so damn difficult? They were to rehearse right now and Wes had yet again shot down one of Jeff's ideas. What was so bad about She? Jeff had printed out the sheet music and everything and he could even sing it, it was just a tiny bit low at places but he could handle it… mostly. Wes just looked at the music and said:

"No."

Now Jeff was going crazy.

"What is wrong with you", he yelled and Wes looked up from his computer screen.

"Excuse me", he asked.

"What is wrong with you", he asked. "You keep killing all my ideas! You are as stiff as a ruler and you keep destroying all our pranks! Don't you want people to have fun?! What's wrong with you?!"

"Jeff", Wes said calmly. "May I remind you that this school has a lot of students that come here because they have been bullied ruthlessly in the past?"

"No! My best friend is one of them!"

"And still you two are trying to pull pranks on those who's been treated the worst. You planned on dropping cherry-jelly onto Thad right?"

"Yes", Jeff said. "It would have been hilarious!"

"Would it be as hilarious when he dies?"

Jeff stared at him.

"What", he asked. "No one dies from cherry-jelly!"

"You do if you are deadly allergic to it", Wes said calmly and Jeff opened his mouth to object but then what Wes said registered.

"What", he asked.

"Thad has a deadly allergy to cherries", Wes explained calmly, looking at his computer screen again. "Therefore I stopped you before you killed him. He was nearly killed by bullies that threw cherry milkshakes at him and forced him to drink some of it. Imagine what you, his friends, would make him feel if you threw that stuff at him."

Jeff stared at the junior.

"Okay", he said. "I can understand that. But what about that time we decided to threw Juan into the pool?"

"He has a chlorine allergy and can't swim", Wes answered.

"Rock and the egg, water and flour incident?"

"He would've been forced to cut off his long hair."

"Blaine and the soaped floor?"

"You had soap all the way to the stairs."

"You and the lime slushies?"

"Been there done that."

"Oliver and the buttered floor?"

"Oliver has an artificial leg, which you two should've known if you had listened at the first meeting when he told everyone and we informed you newbies that's the reason we are doing the two-step at every number."

Jeff stared at him.

"What", he asked in shock.

"I don't hate your choreography ideas Jeff", Wes went on. "They are amazing, but we can't do them unless we leave Oliver out of the performances… and he never smiles as big as he do onstage."

"You like my ideas?"

"Of course I do", Wes said and stood up and performed parts of one of Jeff's choreographies.

"But…" Jeff stared as the junior sat down again. "But… what about my song-selections? What are wrong with those?"

"Jeff you're a tenor and I'm a high tenor", Wes said calmly. "I can't take the lower harmonies you have given me. If we change a few octaves higher it will be too high for you at places."

"What?"

Wes put all the sheet music on the table and pointed out what was wrong and Jeff felt bad. He hadn't even thought of those things. He'd just printed out what he found.

"Jeff you can't just take for granted that everyone can take every note", Wes said with a kind smile. "Didn't you know that?"

"I… I didn't think about it", Jeff mumbled. "I um… never think."

"You don't say", Wes said with a laugh and Jeff smiled too. Earlier that day he would not have but he realized that Wes was just teasing him in a friendly way... and keeping him from doing mistakes he would regret his whole life.

Had he pranked Thad with that cherry-jelly and he would've died Jeff would never forgive himself. If Juan nearly drowned because of the prank Jeff would feel like the worst person over. Rock would've killed him if he was forced to cut off his long hair. He would never be able to look Oliver in the eye if he made him slip and fall. He would never be able to face Blaine again if he got his friend hurt. Wes was just protecting them and Jeff.

"Um", Jeff said. "The performance is tomorrow…"

"I know", Wes said. "I think I might have a song that suits us." He handed Jeff some sheet music and Jeff stared at it and then Wes. "Don't you think?"

"I", Jeff stuttered.

"Jeff I know what you think of me", Wes said and looked a little sad. "I get it, I'm a bore and killjoy, I'm no fun and I make you angry all the time. But you have to understand that I'm looking after my younger brothers and that includes you. Even though it seems like I'm a stiff jerk it's just because I care. And I'm sure you don't believe me when I say that I care for you too, not just the others."

Jeff felt ashamed and looked at his feet. Wes was not what he had thought at first.

"I'm sorry", Jeff said. "You're not any of that. I was wrong… forgive me?"

"Of course", Wes answered. "If you forgive me too for coming off as a little… harsh."

"It's okay, I understand why you do it now… and I actually liked you from the first time we met."

"Uh huh one couldn't tell with the broken arm you gave me."

"Hey that was an accident! I was just trying to help! I wasn't-"

"Thinking", Wes cut in with a smile and Jeff stuck his tongue out at him. Wes laughed and they started rehearsal.

The next day the juniors and freshmen were gathered in the auditorium. All the numbers so far had been fantastic and Jeff was bouncing in his chair. Eager to get started. They had rearranged the lyrics a bit but it was all in good fun. Nick and Trent sat on either side of Jeff and they were nervous. Jeff had complained this whole week about having Wes as his partner. They both knew that their friend despised the guy even though they couldn't understand why, they both liked him a lot. Their teacher called out Jeff and Wes and the junior was the first to get up.

"We require some assistance", he said and a group of boys entered, it was the seniors in the Warblers and Wes handed them some sheet music. Jeff bounced up from his seat and ran at Wes and grabbed his arm and pulled him onto the stage with a big grin on his face. The two boys stood back to back and then the number started: (Wes, Jeff, both)

(spoken) Dearest darlingest Momsie and Popsicle
(spoken) My dear Papa

There's been some confusion
Over rooming here at Shiz

But of course, I'll care for the guys

But of course, I'll rise above it

For I know that's how you'd want me to respond
(Spoken:) Yes
There's been some confusion
For you see, my roommate is

Unusually and exceedingly peculiar
And altogether quite impossible to describe

Wes looked at Jeff and said dryly:

Blonde

They boys turned so that they were facing each other.

What is this feeling,
So sudden and new?

I felt the moment
I laid eyes on you

My pulse is rushing

My head is reeling

My face is flushing

What is this feeling?
Fervid as a flame,
Does it have a name?
Yes! Loathing
Unadulterated loathing

For your rules

Your pranks

Your ruling

Let's just say - I loathe it all
Ev'ry little trait, however small
Makes my very flesh begin to crawl
With simple utter loathing
There's a strange exhilaration
In such total detestation
It's so pure, so strong!
Though I do admit it came on fast
Still I do believe that it can last
And I will be loathing
Loathing you
My whole life long!

Warblers:

Dear Wesley, you are just too good
How do you stand it? I don't think I could!
He's a terror! He's a Tartar!
We don't mean to show a bias,
But Wesley, you're a martyr!

Well; these things are sent to try us!

Warblers:
Poor Wesley, forced to reside
With someone so disgusticified
We just want to tell you:
We're all on your side!
We share your;

What is this feeling
So sudden and new?
I felt the moment I laid eyes on you
My pulse is rushing
My head is reeling
Oh, what is this feeling?
Does it have a name?

Yes
Ahhh

Warblers (background)
Loathing Unadulterated loathing
For his face, his pranks, his clothing
let's just say - we loathe it all
ev'ry little trait however small
makes our very flesh being to crawl
AHHH!

Loathing!

loathing

There's a strange exhilaration

loathing

In such total detestation

loathing

It's so pure, so strong

So strong!

Though I do admit it came on fast
Still I do believe that it can last
And I will be...

Warblers (background)
loathing...

loathing
For forever...

Warblers (background)
loathing...

loathing,
Truly deeply loathing you
loathing you
My whole
Life long!

Warblers
loathing
Unadulterated loathing

Boo!

AH!

The juniors and freshmen cheer and Jeff threw his arms around Wes and hugged him tight, with a big smile on his face. Wes just laughed and patted his back.

"I take it the message of the song is not true in real life", the teacher said and asked the seniors to leave and the next group to take the stage. Wes and Jeff walked off the stage, arms slung around each other's shoulders. Showing that the message in the song was not true in real life.