Hey, it's Wes. But who else would it be?
My first chemo is coming up pretty soon. I'm kinda nervous.
Luckily I have my crazy friends to distract me…
"Oh my god, Wes," Blaine cried frantically, "I have nothing to wear!"
"Kurt doesn't care what you wear, Blaine," Wes rolled his eyes. "He likes you for you, not your outfit."
"But fashion is so important to Kurt!" Blaine protested. "He always looks amazing…"
Wes was forced to roll his eyes once more as Blaine got that dreamy faraway look that he so often assumed when talking about the pretty countertenor.
"Earth to Blaine?" Wes snapped his fingers in front of Blaine's unfocused hazel eyes.
"Oh, right, sorry," Blaine blushed, realising he had been caught out. "But what do you even wear to a dance concert?"
"I hardly have experience in the matter," Wes said dryly. "Just wear you black skinny jeans and that emerald sweater Kurt convinced you to buy that one time. He says it 'brings out your eyes'."
"Thanks," Blaine beamed, pouring through his closet for said outfit and exclaiming triumphantly when he found it.
Thanks to Blaine's wardrobe malfunction, they were running a little late when they arrived at the small theatre. Blaine insisted on buying a program and flowers for Kurt and David insisted on sopping by the snack bar, so by the time they actually got to their seats, the show was starting.
The program informed them that the show was "The Nutcracker".
"I know this one!" David exclaimed, reading through the synopsis of the ballet in the program.
"Shh!" a woman beside them hissed.
"It's Lucy's favourite," David whispered. Lucy was David's little (she was ten) sister. "She used to make me watch it all the time. That girl," he pointed to the girl who was dancing across the stage, "is Clara."
"It's also Rachel Berry," Blaine informed them. "Kurt's friend and lead singer of New Directions."
But Wes wasn't listening to either of them. He was too enthralled by the girl onstage. Wes didn't know much about ballet but this girl was…
Perfect.
She moved with more grace than Wes had previously thought humanly possible. Wes faintly remembered a drunken Blaine calling Kurt a beautiful snow nymph with his grace and beautiful pale skin.
If Kurt was a snow nymph, than Rachel was a dancing nymph.
Wes felt his mouth fall open in awe but he didn't bother to close it.
"This is boring," David complained, his mouth full of popcorn. "When's Kurt coming on?"
"Wes seems to be enjoying it," Blaine smirked.
Wes ignored them, too wrapped up in the graceful girl.
Even as more dancers flittered onstage Wes kept his eyes trained on her. She was so graceful and magical and beautiful and perfect. How could she be real?
As the scene came to an end and Clara lay sleeping onstage with her Nutcracker, Wes couldn't help but how peaceful she looked. Now, Wes finally understood Blaine's creepy tendency to watch Kurt sleep when he woke up first.
"Oh my god!" Blaine exclaimed after the mice started to appear. "Is that-"
"That's Kurt!" David cried as the full-sized Nutcracker came onstage. Wes spared a glance at Blaine and smiled as Blaine's jaw slackened. Those revealing tights must be doing wonders for Blaine's probably already overused imagination. Blaine looked like he was about to faint. David chuckled and clapped Blaine on the back.
Wes shook his head fondly before turning back to the stage. The girl was a very good actress in this scene and truly looked frightened by the hardly menacing looking little children in their cute little mice costumes.
The scene finished with Clara defeating the Mouse King by throwing a shoe at his head. As Drosselmeyer came onto the stage and turned Kurt into a prince, Wes could have sworn David had tears in his eyes. The amount of time he spent watching Barbie movies with his little sister was getting a little sad. Wes suspected he enjoyed it more than Lucy did.
"This is so much better than the movie!" David choked.
Blaine just nodded in agreement, whispering breathlessly. "So beautiful…"
Soon the act came to a close and intermission began. David excused himself to the bathroom (probably to cry some more, Wes teased) so Wes and Blaine went ahead to get more snacks.
"He was brilliant, right?" Blaine was practically bouncing. "Kurt, I mean…"
"You know Kurt?"
Blaine and Wes turned from their place in line to face the boy who had spoken. Wes recognised him from the program.
"Drosselmeyer, right?" Wes grinned.
The boy laughed. "I prefer Drew actually," he joked. "But whatever works."
"I'm Blaine, and this is Wes," Blaine said. "We're friends of Kurt's."
"We go to school with him," Wes added.
"Cool," Drew grinned. "It's always a pleasure to meet friends of Kurt's." Wes raised his eyebrows and Blaine stiffened.
"You know Kurt very well?" Blaine asked tightly.
"I guess you could say that," Drew said, oblivious to Blaine's sudden irritation with the boy. "We only became friends after he started dancing here a few months ago."
"He only started dancing a few months ago?" Wes asked, surprised.
"I know, right?" Drew chuckled. "You'd think he'd been dancing for years. He's amazing…"
"Funny," Blaine said with a fake smile that made Wes wary, "he's never mentioned you."
"I don't imagine so," Drew said, unaffected. "We boys don't exactly go around advertising that we're dancers."
By this time they had reached the front of the line and once they had gotten their drinks, they bid Drew goodbye and good luck (well, Wes did. Blaine sort of just glared).
"He was nice," Wes commented as they headed back to their seats.
"I guess," Blaine grumbled.
Wes laughed. "Come on, Blaine. I doubt there's anything going on between them. Kurt's really into you. I doubt he's even gay."
"Did you see his hair?"
"He's playing an inventor!"
"Hey guys," David when they got back. "What took you so long?"
"Long line," Wes explained.
"And we ran into a friend of Kurt's," Blaine said, putting added emphasis on the word, apparently still not believing that that's all they were.
"Oh," David said, attempting to hide his smile at Blaine's obvious jealousy, "and what was he like?"
"He was nice," Wes said, as Blaine was too busy glaring at the closed curtains to answer.
The lights began to flicker. It was time for Act ll.
After the performance, the three Warblers filed out of the theatre with the rest of the audience. Blaine had been texting Kurt since the second they were released and they agreed to wait for him outside the theatre so they could all go for pizza.
They were waiting not very long (surprisingly) before the cast began exiting the theatre. Wes kept a keen eye out for Rachel but Kurt was one of the first out of the building, and Blaine grinned and waved him over so they could leave quickly.
"Hey, guys," Kurt greeted them, still a little flushed from the performance.
"Hey, Kurt," Blaine beamed. "You were amazing."
"Thanks," Kurt said quietly, flushing even deeper as Blaine gave him the flowers.
"You were really awesome, man," Wes told him.
"Damn, Kurt!" David said enthusiastically. "You got moves. No wonder that Drew kid likes- ouch!"
"Sorry," Wes muttered, glaring at David. "Slipped."
Kurt raised one of his perfectly plucked eyebrows in question. Wes simply shrugged and Blaine just glared at the ground, his previous good mood ruined.
"So," Kurt said, interrupting the momentary lapse into awkward silence, "pizza?"
"Sounds good," Wes said.
David nodded enthusiastically. "I'm starving!"
"Blaine?" Kurt asked carefully, for Blaine had gone from glaring at the ground angrily to gazing at his shoes dejectedly. He looked like a kicked puppy.
"Whatever," Blaine shrugged, not even looking up. Kurt looked slightly hurt at his stand-off-ish tone.
"Come on, Kurt," David said, slinging an arm around Kurt's Burberry coat clad shoulders. "Don't mind Mr. Grouchy Mc Dapper Pantaloons over here. I think it's that time of month for him, again…"
Kurt smiled weakly and even Wes had to laugh.
"I knew there was a reason we kept you around, David," Wes chuckled.
"So," Kurt said conversationally, over his small vegetarian pizza, "I have an idea…"
"Oh?" Wes prompted.
"Well," Kurt smiled, "you know Rachel Berry, my friend, the short, loud, pretty yet fashionably challenged diva, lead singer of New Directions, ex-girlfriend of my brother and Clara in tonight's performance?"
Wes's mouth dropped open. "That was Rachel Berry?"
"Yeah," David said, ignoring Wes and gesturing for Kurt to continue.
"Well, I'm thinking you should ask her for tap dancing lessons, Wes," Kurt finished excitedly.
"Sorry, what?" Wes asked, still processing that his dream girl now had a name.
"Lessons," Kurt repeated. "You should ask Rachel for tap dancing lessons."
All the other Warblers wore blank expressions.
"The Bucket List?" Kurt prompted.
"Oh!" the boys cried.
Kurt rolled his eyes. "Honestly, do you remember anything that was on that list?"
"That's a good idea," David said, ignoring Kurt's quip.
Kurt smiled smugly.
"Yeah…" Wes said with a broad smile. He'd do anything to get to actually meet this girl. "I think I will…"