So... I'm actually kinda amazed at the feedback for this story. You guys rock!

Sorry this is late, but I had so many ideas for this story, and I tried each of them out, and this is the only one that got finished. And it's my favourite. Even though it's a little crappy.
I wanted to get an idea of a strong friendship in the Warblers, and between David, Wes and Kurt. I'm pretty sure every one of my stories but, like, four are romance (okay, that's a lie, as I was writing this I went to check, and it's more like 15 or something...) , and this one will be, too, but I also want to focus on the friendships in it.

So, yeah, this is a kind of filler/crappy chapter, but it's the best I can come up with in this in between stage before Blaine comes back.

Enjoy!

Wes and David sat with Kurt at a coffee shop (definitely not the Lima Bean) and tried to pretend that they weren't choosing their words with extreme care. Or that they weren't mentally noting Kurt's reaction to everything they said the make the extreme care easier in future conversations.

"So, Kurt," David said, taking a sip of his latte. "How's your family?"

The boy smiled. "They're good. Finn seems as confused about Quinn and Rachel as ever, so nothing's new there, and Burt and Carole are going to be going on a late honeymoon soon."

"Why late?" Wes asked.

Kurt's smile turned dry. "Because they used their honeymoon money to pay for Dalton."

David internally winced. "Ah. Sorry, dude."

"You're forgiven if you don't ever call me 'dude' again, David."

David smiled. "Deal."

There was a pause. Wes and David looked around the cafe. Kurt looked at them with raised eyebrows.

"No matter what my old cheerleading coach used to say, I'm not made of porcelain."

"Cheerleading?" Wes seemed to sit up a little straighter. "Really?"

"That is a story for another day." Kurt said with a wave of a hand. "My point is, it's been a week, okay? And... He's coming back soon. We might as well acknowledge that he exists."

Wes and David looked down and Kurt continued.

"We should acknowledge the facts- B... Blaine Anderson cheated on me. Or, might I say, cheated on his real boyfriend, seeing as I was practically his little bit on the side."

"Kurt, you shouldn't talk about yourself like-"

"It doesn't matter, Wes. Anyway. He broke my heart and wasn't even brave enough to tell me to my face. I was hurt. I am hurt. But I'm not going to let him hurt me all over again when I see him- I'm stronger than that."

There was another pause. "You're right," Wes said. "You are."

"Good," The councilman got a nod of approval. "So here's what's going to happen. When Blaine comes back, I'm going to walk up to him, slap him, and then treat him with extreme indifference. I'm not going to ignore him. I'm just going to pretend that we were never friends. He'll be just another guy I know but never really talk to. As for you two- I can't tell you what to do. But if you choose to continue to be his friends, I'll just have to hang out with you when he's not there." He shrugged a bit, his eyes kind of red, but no-one pointed that out. "I just wanted you to know what I'm going to do, so maybe you won't treat me like porcelain."

The two other boys stared at him. "Dude-!"

"David."

"Sorry. But... Kurt! How can you think either one of us will want to be friend with that asshole after what he did to you. How can you think any Warbler will?"

"David's right, Kurt." Wes said, nodding in agreement. "We Warblers are loyal, and, yes, Blaine was our friend for over a year, but there are some things that can't be forgiven. Even if nobody knew you, we would still be pretty pissed off at what Blaine did to you. We have standards, you know."

"... Really?"

Wes and David grinned at Kurt. "Of course."

The Warblers were more than supportive of Kurt. They also seemed to know exactly how to act (though Kurt thought that it seemed a little more natural after that speech of his in the coffee shop- he didn't bring it up with Wes and David), which was a great relief.

They even went out of their ways to cheer Kurt up on his worst days, and this was the case one afternoon when they were all sitting in Wes's room (Kurt was stress-baking. He would be in the kitchen for a while) and brainstorming.

"We could serenade him?"

"Dude, that's just creepy."

"Give him flowers?"

"Way too obvious."

"Take him to the zoo?"

There was a pause as everyone looked at Jeff. David snorted. "Though he may look it sometimes, Kurt's not five."

The boy blushed and looked down. "Just a suggestion."

They sat in silence for a few minutes until Nick asked, "What does Kurt enjoy? Other than dressing well?"

Wes spoke. "Well, he loves singing and music, and Broadway, and Disney movies. He can work with cars- his dad is a mechanic and he has a job in the shop in the summer- and he loves his friends from New Directions. And I think he also used to be a cheerleader." He added as an afterthought. "I'm looking that up on YouTube..."

As Wes got out his phone, he failed to notice his teammates staring at him until someone muttered, "Dude, do you, like, stalk him?"

His head snapped up and, seeing the looks he was getting, he blushed. "That's ridiculous, man."

"Then why are you blushing?" pointed out David, who was staring at his friend with narrow eyes.

"I am not!"

"You are too!" about five different guys replied. Wes went even redder.

"We just text alot, okay? Kurt's my friend; I'm allowed to know stuff about him."

An awkward silence.

"So... Cheerleading, huh?"

Ah, not my best. But I love the Warblers. With a passion.

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