This is sneak attacked me 15 minutes ago and I just had to post it. ;)

The doors to the Warbler Hall slammed open two days after everyone returning from Christmas Vacation. In the door stood a fuming Kurt Hummel, looking ready to kill someone.

"Where are you, you bastard", he yelled. "You lying rat you slimy little cockroach you horrid little creature!"

"I think he's talking about you Blaine", David said and patted his friend on the back.

"Why", Blaine asked.

"Because you're a little creature."

"But so is Thad, Nick, Wes and John."

"Kurt would never harm Johnny boy because he's a freshman", Jeff said happily. "Nicky has been with me since he got back so he can't have done anything. Thad's too freaking adorable to hurt-"

"Hey!" Thad objected, he didn't like being referred to as adorable.

"-and Wes is well Wes", Jeff finished without acknowledging that Thad spoke. Wes rolled his eyes.

"Can you kill Blaine quietly Kurt", he said and walked around the group of boys so that Kurt could see him. "We are busy over here."

"You!" Kurt then yelled and marched up to Wes with such fury that Wes started to walk backwards around the room, Kurt following. "You lying little rat, you slimy little gargoyle, you evil power-hungry leech…"

"This is a first", Nick said as Kurt went on and on and Wes continued to back. "I've never seen Kurt this angry."

"And at Wes of all people", Fred added. "What did he do?"

"Excellent question", Wes said and then looked at Kurt again. "Kurt what did I do?" Kurt glared at him while he dug for something in his bag and got out a magazine.

"This", he yelled and shoved it into Wes' chest. Wes lost his breath as it hit solar plexus and after a bit of coughing he looked at the magazine.

"Oh", he said.

"Oh", Kurt asked. "Is that all you can say?! Oh?!"

"Look Kurt it's not really what you think", Wes said and lowered the magazine slightly.

"Oh so it's just some scheme you've pulled to make fun of me and my obsession with Vogue?!"

"I'd never do that."

"Are you sure you didn't do that just to prove that I really do read through it cover to cover?!"

"I am sure. I'd never do something like that."

"Then why did you do this?!"

"Excuse me", Rock said and the two boys looked at him. "I'm sorry to interrupt, but what exactly did Wes do?"

Kurt snatched the magazine back and showed it for the entire room while he said:

"Wes is modeling in Vogue Magazine with five other hot guys!"

"What?!" the Warblers yelled and looked at the magazine. It was the commercial pages and on one big picture they saw Wes in a sharp looking suit, with a fedora on his head and elegant looking cane in his hand. The picture was in grey-scale and he was giving the camera the normal sexy half-smirk of his.

Jeff flipped the page and gaped. On the next page there was six guys, still in grey-scale, only wearing jeans or tight black trousers and they were all making some sort of pile. Wes and another young man was sitting on the floor, back to back and looking at anything but the camera, they were both laughing though. Laughing at something a boy that looked Latino was saying because he had a satisfied grin on his face where he sat in the middle of a row of boxes. He had a boy lying with the head in his lap, looking up at him laughing and beside him was a dark haired guy with his arm around his shoulders, the Latino that is. Behind the three on the boxes was an African-American that was leaning on the Latino. They were all looking like really good friends.

But it was the next picture that did it for Kurt… And the Warblers. The models and Wes were only in boxers and this picture was not in grey-scale. All boys were toned and all the gay guys thought they were all really hot. A blonde boy with blue eyes was leaning on the lamppost that for some reason was in the all white room. Beside him was the Latino, looking as if he was walking towards the camera, with a sexy smirk on his face. Wes stood with his arms crossed and giving a very seducing look to the camera while a brunette was having an arm resting on his shoulders and looking like sex-on-a-stick. The African-American stood with them as well, in profile and was looking at Wes with a suggesting look in his eyes. Another brunette was close to them as well and his face spoke of mischief. It was all in all a fantastic picture but seeing Wes like that was a shock and… just so wrong for some reason.

"Wes for heaven's sake you're just 18 years old", Trent said and turned to their leader.

"I was doing a favor for a friend", he said. "She commanded what all pictures should look like. Be happy they didn't choose the one where Nate, Otto and I were goofing off."

"What did you do then", Jeff asked and Wes took the magazine.

"Do you see the blonde guy and the brunette looking like he's up to mischief?" he asked and they nodded. "When we were shooting the jeans and black pants commercial we got bored after a bit. So Nathan pulled my back to his chest and told me his idea. It was me leaning on him, head resting on his shoulder, eyes closed and he kissing my neck. I had my leg pulled up and his hand resting on my thigh. While we did that Otto was in front of me running a hand over my chest and putting the other one on my butt, smirking down at me." He looked up and found the boys staring at him, some blushing so much they looked like tomatoes. "Oh come on we were just goofing off."

"Why did you even do this?!" Kurt asked.

"Like I said, I did it for a friend."

"What friend?!"

Wes ignored that question and smirked.

"Did you know they are all former Warblers", he asked and everyone stared at him even more. "The African-American is Lucas Bedford. The brunette with his arms around me is Joseph Hughes. The other brunette is Nathan Newland. The blonde it Otto Johnson. Then there's me and the Latino is bestselling author and fiancé of the client, Austin Diaz."

"Austin Diaz", Kurt asked. "As in the guy that is dating Justine Gideon… one of the creators of Just Mitch?"

"Uh huh oh and Nathan Newland is married to the other founder Mitchell, aka Mitch, Newland. Also former Warbler… along with Justine Gideon. It's them I made this favor for."

"Wait", Kurt said. "Are you trying to tell me that you the person with no other clothes than that uniform and your sweatpants and t-shirts-"

"I resent that", Wes said and crossed his arms.

"-are a friend of Justine Gideon and Mitchell Newland?"

"Pretty much, Justine even call me her baby."

Kurt stared at him and then turned to Blaine.

"I am going to die from shock now", he said.

"I'll order your tombstone", Wes said dryly and then his phone rang. "Speaking of the devil." He grinned and answered. "Hi love what can I do for you? Yes I talked to her two days ago. Yes I've seen the pictures… sure you can just drop by whenever and love don't go breaking hearts when you get here. Oh and can you do me a favor? You have a few fans here could you and Mitch let them have something small from your collections? Thanks love. Yes I love you too Justine okay bye." He hung up and found them stare at him again.

"Oh get over it", he said and walked out of the room.

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