a/n: ugh I feel like a douche, so I have to start off with an apology for the delay with this chapter. I also must apologise for the lack of quality here. I struggled writing this chapter and had a bit of writers block with it too :S I'm really not happy with it, but here it is :)
disclaimer: sorry guys I'm not RIB... as much as I wish sometimes X) Glee is their's - I'm simply playing in their sandbox :3
happy reading! - Poppy
Hi, I'm Wesley Jonathan King. Tonight it's eleven PM and I'm sitting at my work desk in the dorm that I share with my best friend David Lewis. I just got back from a movie night with David and our friends Blaine Anderson and Kurt Hummel. I'm just a regular seventeen year old kid trying to balance the hardcore Dalton Academy workload, plus soccer practice, Warbler rehearsals and student council. But regular kids don't get cancer.
This is my life.
Friday after Warblers practice, Kurt dragged Wes down to the local shopping mall to get supplies for the Warbler Party then sleepover the next night. They had sent out invitations earlier in the week and all the Warblers were immensely excited for the celebration.
"Okay," Wes said as they entered the mall, "so what's on the list?"
Kurt smiled and fished a piece of paper out of his bag and handed it to Wes. After unfolding it Wes let out a low whistle.
"That's a long list…" Wes commented.
"Touche," Kurt smirked.
Things We Need
3 eggs
Olive Oil
White Flour
LOTS of shoes
Pancake mix
Ice cream
Popcorn
Soda
Redvines
Coffee
Chocolate
Music for party
"Lots of shoes?" Wes raised an eyebrow in question.
"Number twenty two," Kurt reminded Wes. "I figured we could make it for dinner tonight." Wes nodded in agreement. They were staying the night at David's tonight so they could watch the sunrise (they figured the next night they'd all be too drunk to do it) and help set up for the party the next day.
"Redvines?" Wes questioned.
"David," Kurt replied simply.
"Blaine'll kill you," Wes warned only half joking. Kurt shrugged. "Chocolate, coffee?"
"Caffeine," Kurt explained. "If we want to stay up all night…"
"Well it looks like you've thought of everything," Wes grinned. "Good job Warbler Hummel. I'm impressed."
"As you should be," Kurt said modestly. Wes chuckled.
"Well we better get going if we're going to get all of this…" Wes sighed, thinking of his last months wage from his job cleaning plates at breadsticks, all going to waste on shoes.
The afternoon had been surprisingly fun. Wes hadn't really ever spent time alone with Kurt before. He sort of had a feeling that Kurt wouldn't even be friends with them if it wasn't for Blaine. But that said, he found that Kurt was a good enough friend without Blaine. He was surprisingly witty and sharp. He had opinions on everything and quite strong and interesting ones too.
They had got all the things they needed, including about five pairs of shoes that Kurt picked out (Wes was impressed; they were actually things he could see himself wearing), and they even went to a music store to get a party mix tape for the celebration. Whilst in the store Kurt did indeed force him to sing along to the Britney Spears track that was playing. He felt embarrassed at first, but then realized half the shop was doing the same. It felt rather thrilling, crossing off something on the list. He actually felt accomplished.
After Kurt had declared them finally finished, he drove them back to Dalton where they grabbed their bags and met up with Blaine and David. They all piled into David's car and headed back to his place, arriving just before dark.
Wes had been to David's house countless times and had the whole place practically memorized. The house (if you could call it that) was huge, and was planted on a large estate with a backyard the size of a football field and a garden that could rival royalty's. Kurt was in heaven.
"So," David said as they dumped all their things in the living room, which was about the size of three of the Dalton common rooms, "what should we do first?"
"Treehouse?" Kurt suggested.
"How do we even make a treehouse?" Wes asked.
"Google it," David said. That was his answer for everything…
"It's not that hard," Kurt rolled his eyes. "Just get a lot of blankets and a cardboard box or something…"
"But we have to make it pretty…" David whined.
"Who's the gay one again?" Wes muttered.
"Fine," Kurt said. "Does your sister have any pink sheets?"
An hour and a half later, Wes, David, Kurt and Blaine were sitting in what had to be the most flamboyant treehouse ever. They had chosen the tree with the widest trunk to sit in and practically covered it in David's sister's rainbow bed set- complete with pillows with actual unicorns on them.
"I've never felt more gay," Kurt said under his breath. "And I had a tiara collection…"
It would have been done sooner, but David insisted for it to be a real house they needed neighbours.
So they had to make another one in the tree beside them and put in all of David's sister's cuddly toys.
When David was finally satisfied it was drawing near seven.
"If we're going to make the pasta, we need to start now," Kurt warned them.
Reluctantly, David conscended and the boys all headed inside, Blaine and David heading up to the game's room where Kurt suspected David was forcing Black OPS on Blaine, whilst Wes and Kurt started their cooking.
As they were serving up David came bouncing down the stairs, Blaine trudging after.
"I smelt food," David said gleefully.
"David throttle you?" Wes said, grinning at Blaine's expression, which was less than enthusiastic…
Blaine nodded grimly.
"Ten to two!" David cheered. Blaine grimaced, sitting down at the dining table where Kurt was setting out plates and cutlery.
"Kurt," Blaine said quietly as Kurt placed a plate at Blaine's place, "you've got a little…"
Wes and David rolled their eyes as Blaine reached over and wiped a smidge of flour off Kurt's nose, both of them blushing furiously.
"They're getting ridiculous…" Wes muttered. David nodded vigorously.
The pasta actually turned out to be quite successful. It was actually pretty nice…
After dinner they set to work on the James Bond movies. They realized they probably wouldn't get them all watched tonight, but they managed about five before they found themselves getting incredibly tired (despite the copious amounts of caffeine and sugar they'd produced).
It was four AM and the sun was slowly breaking, so they boys headed out to their treehouse to watch it rise.
"It's cold…" David complained.
"Get over it," Blaine muttered sleepily.
"Ew… something's wet…" Kurt wrinkled his nose.
"I'ts not me," David joked. Kurt whacked him.
"No, seriously," he said. "Is it raining…"
"Oh," Wes grinned, looking up. "It's starting to snow…"
"Snow day!" David cheered, hopping down from the tree. The others followed after, gazing up at the beautiful flakes with wonder.
"I guess now would be a good time to build the snow cave," Blaine reflected.
The others agreed, and as the snow began to deepen they set to work.
About two hours later they finished their task, and where all sopping wet, tired and hungry (in David's case).
"L-l-lets go inside," Kurt shivered.
They all went in and changed into fresh clothes.
"Pancakes?" David suggested hopefully.
"We could probably get through some more movies too," Wes said. Blaine and Kurt agreed, so they made their early breakfast and sat down to watch another few James Bond films, which Wes found surprisingly good.
They pretty much lazed around for the rest of the day, watching movies and eating the last of the lollies. They had a nap in the afternoon and woke up around five to start setting up.
Blaine and David set to work making the cocktails, Kurt made the snacks and Wes set up all the decorations. They finished in record time and went upstairs to change into nicer clothes.
At seven people started arriving. Soon it was a full house. All the Warblers had been invited, as well as most of the New Directions. A few of the Warblers brought their girlfriends too.
Wes was having a pretty good time from the get go. He was talking to Trent, one of the Warblers when a girl that Wes recognized as Santana, the girl who had sang lead at Sectionalsm, came up to him, cocktail in hand.
"Drink?" she offered, smirking playfully.
"Thanks," Wes accepted.
He didn't remember anything after that…
a/n: (narrows eyes) they were supposed to get through all the James Bond films this chapter... and then I looked it up and found out there's like twenty or so. Dammit.
Also, sorry for the sucky ending. That last line is so cliche, even for me :S I promise the next chapter will be better!
Thanks to all my beautiful readers for reading thus far, and for bearing with me XD your kind words mean the world to me.
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