a/n: Only a short one tonight, but the next chapter is nearly finished so the next update will be much quicker! Thanks so much for sticking with this story. I love you guys more than Blaine loves Katy Perry. And speaking of Katy Perry, the song used in this chapter is Last Friday Night, by Katy Perry.
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or anything associated with it. I also don't own Katy Perry or any of her music.
But I can dream.
x Happy Reading - P
Hey. It's Wes again. Last night the boys and I threw a mad Warblers party in celebration for Sectionals. Or at least, everyone says it was mad. I don't really remember anything that happened…
At least now I can cross The Cocktail Party off the list.
"So now we've completed numbers four, six, thirteen, twenty two and twenty seven," Kurt recited, checking the things off in his notebook. "What did you guys have in mind for today?"
The four boys were sprawled out in front of the massive TV in David's room, watching yet another James Bond film. All boys were nursing steaming mugs of coffee and killer hangovers, but that didn't stop their smiles. Last night had been awesome.
"I was thinking we go down to the music store to get some new sheet music for Regionals," Blaine suggested.
"Since Wessy Boy has never sung along in a music store…" David added teasingly.
Wes groaned at the though. What would his parents think?
"We're due back at Dalton at five," Blaine said, checking his pocketwatch, "and it's nearly two… we should probably leave now if we want to get back in time."
The others agreed and they all drained their mugs before hopping into Kurt's car nad driving down to the local music store.
When they arrived it was clear Kurt was in heaven, bouncing around the shelves and pouring through the celebrity autobiogrpahies. Blaine stared at him dotefully, occasionally joining in with his fangirling.
David rolled his eyes at the love struck friends, pulling Wes over to the Top Hits section, scanning through the songs that were currently topping charts.
"I was thinking for Regionals we try another Katy Perry song," David suggested. "Blaine really seems to like those…"
"Yeah," Wes said thoughtfully, flipping through the CD's. As they were looking, a familiar song came pouring over the speakers and he could hear Blaine's smooth tenor floating through the shelves over Katy Perry's fabulous lyrics.
There's a stranger in my bed,
There's a pounding my head
Glitter all over the room
Pink flamingos in the pool
I smell like a minibar
DJ's passed out in the yard
Barbie's on the barbeque
Wes smirked, thinking back to the previous night. Oh, the irony...
There's a hickie or a bruise
Pictures of last night
Eended up online
I'm screwed
Oh well
It's a black top blur
But I'm pretty sure it ruled
Suddenly, Wes could hear Kurt and David joining in and David shot him a pointed look. Oh right, he was supposed to sing along too…
Last Friday night
Yeah we danced on tabletops
And we took too many shots
Think we kissed but I forgot
Wes grinned, and decided to ignore the stares of the other customers and abandon all social concepts and just…
Sing.
Last Friday night
Yeah we maxed our credit cards
And got kicked out of the bar
So we hit the boulevard
The other boys cheered and Wes's smile grew. They all finished the chorus together, admist smiles nad laughter.
Last Friday night
We went streaking in the park
Skinny dipping in the dark
Then had a menage a trois
Last Friday night
Yeah I think we broke the law
Always say we're gonna stop-op
Whoa-oh-oah
After they finished up at the music store, they trudged back through the snowy streets, smiles and laughs still in place.
"You know you should probably turn your phone off, Wes," Kurt suggested.
Wes glared at him in alarm. "No way. Why would I do that?"
"Number five, man," David reminded him with a chuckle.
"Just get it over with, Wes," Blaine said bracingly.
With a long suffering sigh, Wes reached inside his jacket pocket and gazed at his blackberry longingly.
"I'll miss you, baby," he said lovingly before placing a kiss on the screen and holding down the red end call button for a few seconds until the screen went black.
"Now give the phone to Kurt, Wes," Blaine said gently as David groaned.
"Why?" Wes demanded.
"So you don't try and turn it back on during the week," Blaine said seriously. "He'll give it back in a week."
Begrudgingly, Wes handed his blackberry over to Kurt who was biting back a laugh.
"Don't you dare lose it," Wes said coldly. Kurt just rolled his eyes and put it in his own jacketpocket.
"Whatever, Wes," Kurt said, amused.
Suddenly ravenous, the boys stopped by at a local pizza place down the road from the music store. They sat in the park, huddled up along a park bench.
As he unwrapped his pizza, Wes frowned, catching sight of a dingy looking man sitting not twenty feet from them on another park bench.
"Blaine," Wes whispered to his friend.
"Yeah?" Blaine whispered back.
"Is that man homeless?" he gestured to the man in the ratty clothes and Blaine tilted his head to the side, studying him.
"Oh yeah, he is. I've seen him here before," Blaine said decidedly.
Without thinking twice, Wes walked over to the man and handed him his pizza.
"Excuse me, sir," he said in his politest tone, "but I don't want this. Will you have it, please?'
The man looked at him in surprise. Wes suspected it had been a while since he had been spoken to.
"Thank you," he said in a raspy whisper, grasping Wes's hand before turning to his lunch. Wes gave the man a smile and nod before returning to his friends.
"That was really good of you, Wes," Kurt said quietly.
Wes shrugged. It had been on the list. Besides, it really wasn't right for him to have to go hungry like that…
"Maybe you should use this to mark the beginning of your forty eight hour famine?" David suggested with a mischevious smile.
Wes groaned and Blaine and Kurt hastily agreed.
"Fine," he sighed. "I may as well get it over with."
"Well," Blaine said with a mock sigh. "I was going to offer you my second slice of pizza but…"
Wes just glared at him.