I know I just said I might not update in a while, but... I was reading this in bed last night and got inspiration. And I noticed that I do all my writing (well, that I publish) in the middle of the night when highly caffeinated. This is a problem, because as much as I love this system, I don't think my new boarding school will appreciate me stealing my laptop in the middle of the night, creating a secret stash of Coke, and waking up half the other girls with my antics.
So, like I probably mentioned in my AN, except less updates with all my writing/stories!
So this chapter, I'm not sure about, but here we are- Wes finally admits he's got the hots for Kurt. Because in my head (I don't actually think I've written this well :/ ) he's had a huge crush/been hopelessly in love with Kurt for a few months. Also in my head, the Warblers are suuuuper close. Because that's the way I want it, and this is my story.
Enjoy !
It was David who pointed it out to Wes- of course, they were best friends, and knew each other like the backs of their hands.
"Wes," David said seriously one night while Kurt was sleeping over at Rachel's. "We need to talk."
"You're right!" Wes looked up from his battered copy of Harry Potter. "I think you need to break up with Georgia."
David looked shocked. "I broke up with that bitch two months ago!"
Wes thought about it, and nodded. "Good, I'm proud of you. Glad we had this talk."
David nodded in agreement, then remembered how the conversation started. "Hey! We still need to talk!"
Wes sighed, and put down his book. "This better be good, I want to see whose name will be pulled out of the Goblet!"
"You've read it five times!"
"Quiet! Anyway, what did you want to talk about?"
David hesitated, and glanced towards the cupboard as if somebody was hiding there. "Okay, it's about Kurt."
Wes sat up straight and fixed David with an odd look. "What about him? Is he okay?"
"Yeah, yeah..."
"And...?" Wes rolled his eyes.
David bit his lip. He was nervous as to how this information would be accepted. What fi he was wrong? "WesIthinkyouhaveacrushonKurt."
Wes blinked and stared at David.
David smiled hesitantly and looked at Wes.
Wes froze, his mind working at a mile a minute.. "Oh, shit."
David's nervousness disappeared, and he grinned.
"I thought so."
He was never wrong.
It took less than a day for all the Warblers to work out how Wes felt about Kurt. They couldn't believe they hadn't noticed it before- then again, he hadn't hung around Wes and David as much before Blaine turned into an asshole. But since it had been pointed out to Wes, he went over the top to treat Kurt like only a friend.
"It's ridiculous." David said to Nick and Jeff. "He's only making it worse. He actually refused to hug Kurt goodbye the other day! Poor kid was so confused."
One Warbler who was painfully aware of Wes's little crush was Blaine, who had become a sort of invisible member of the club. Sure, he sang occasionally, but he had a feeling the Warblers still didn't like him as much before. At least they stopped glaring at him, and they greeted him in the halls.
Sometimes.
(Oh, the affect Kurt had on people.)
He knew Wes liked Kurt before anyone else, simply because he'd recognised the looks on his face and the way Wes interacted with Kurt- it was exactly how he himself had treated Kurt.
But he had made a mistake with Kurt, breaking a promise he'd made to himself to stop all this man-slutty behaviour, and he had gotten over him.
"Wes?" The common room Wes was in was empty except for the two boys, and when Wes realized who as talking, the atmosphere was tense. He was finding it particularly hard to forgive Blaine.
"Blaine," he said in greeting, nodding. "Can I help you?"
The shorted boy sighed and sat next to him. "I'm sorry."
"I'm not the one you should be apologising to."
"I've already apologised to Kurt. Numerous times. He accepted it. All of them. I made him apology cupcakes. I'm apologising for breaking my promise."
Wes smiled faintly at the memory. "You made that when you were drunk. I didn't take you seriously."
"But I tried to keep it."
"And you failed, breaking two hearts in the process."
"Wes, I think you should ask Kurt out."
"I- wait, what?"
Blaine smiled at him. "Wes, we're friends- or we were friends. And I love Kurt. And I think he likes you. I think you luuuurve him." He drew out the word with a cheeky grin.
"No, he doesn't." Wes said stiffly. "And I don't love him."
"Yes you do."
"No, I don't."
"Yes, you do!"
"No, I do not!"
"No you don't!"
"Yes I- oh fuck you." The two boys laughed, and for a second it was if nothing ever came between them. Wes sighed. "Yeah, yeah I do."
Blaine stood up. "Good. Because after the way I treated him, he deserves somebody like you."
"Good to know you see your mistake." Wes watched Blaine leave and a part of him couldn't blame the other boy for falling for Kurt. It was easy.
"Kurt!" Wes ran to catch up with Kurt after Warblers practice, a slightly nervous look on his face. "Can I talk to you?"
Kurt smiled and turned to his friend. In the last two months he and Wes had gotten very close. It made Blaine's actions almost bearable. "Sure, go ahead."
Wes opened his mouth to speak and glanced around the room. Every single Warbler had stopped to stare at the two expectantly. He couldn't stand the pressure. "Actually, I have somewhere to be, sorry Kurt! I'll talk to you later, okay?" And he ran, leaving a very confused Kurt and twelve very disappointed Warblers.
"What was that about?" Kurt wondered to the quiet room, and didn't notice David grinning like a madman.
"Wes you idiot!"
The Warblers had taken their closest opportunity to catch Wes alone. While Kurt was having a solo practice in one of the music rooms, and nearly all the boys in the club had barged into Wes and David's room the confront the poor, unsuspecting boy.
"I can't believe you backed out!"
"Thanks to you I owe Jeff twenty dollars!"
"Didn't you see how tight his pants were today?"
"OKAY!" David stood up on Wes's bad and called for attention. "EVERYBODY OUT! GIVE THE MAN SOME ROOM! OUT! OUT!" Wes could never accuse him of being a bad friend again.
Wes had never been more grateful for David than at the moment. Until...
"Seriously, Dude, they had a point."
David artfully dodged the history textbook that fly towards his head.
... Eh. Please tell me what you think. I'm not this chapter's hugest fan.
I'm thinking this was an... Important filler. I do have plans to rewrite this when I'm finished, just so you know. Tell me know what you think is bad/good/horrible about this fanfic. I know it needs work.
(HOLY SHIT I JUST FOUND THIS ON MY PROFILE! All those reviews? You guys blow me away! Virtual caffeine/sugar and choc-chip muffins my grandma makes for you all!)