"We were considering for our opening number-" a loud yawn interrupted his sentence. Gritting his teeth, he narrowed his eyes at Kurt, who merely gave him a lazy smirk in response.

Thankfully, Thad stepped in before Wes did something unprofessional. Such as to start swearing at him in German, as he was feeling increasingly tempted to do."Warbler Kurt, if you could please desist from yawning every time Council Leader Wes begins speaking."

Mental facepalm. Thad was eager to please, certainly( though his idolization of Blaine was rather creepy), but there were times when Wes honestly wanted to hit him with his gavel. Like right now.

Just after he was finished bashing Kurt's skull in with it.

Kurt, with the most irritating look on his face answered mockingly, yet just tinged enough with fake sincerity that he wouldn't be called out for it, "Oh, my dearest apologies, Warbler Wes," he did that intentionally, Wes knew, "I honestly wasn't at all aware that I may be keeping you from imparting any vital information you might be inclined to share with the rest of us. Please, continue." Satisfied he had properly enraged him, he sat back, wearing a content expression.

Wes studied his gavel for a moment, mentally measuring the amount of pain that could be inflicted with it before the recipient lost consciousness. He then continued, somehow able to keep down the urge to throttle the brunette.

"As I was saying-"

Thankfully, the meeting ran smoothly on from that point, albeit with a few snide comments from Kurt, but altogether well. Or, at least, until it was about twenty minutes to the end of the meeting.

"Any questions or comments?"

Jeff and Nick's hands flew up at the same time, both trying to hold their hand up higher than the other.

With a sigh, he called on Jeff before they could start shoving each other. "Jeff?"

Bouncing excitedly in his seat at having "won", he asked in a rushed breath, 'You do realize Warbler Kurt's been asleep for the past hour or so, Councilman Wes?"

He was, indeed, asleep, face buried in the arm of the couch, having fallen over on his side.

Wes was going to freaking kill him.

"Did no-one bother to wake him up?" He demanded sharply.

Everyone looked at Blaine, who was currently ducking his head in a sheepish manner.

"I tried, of course, but nothing happened when I poke him, so..."

Grumbling to himself, Wes stalked over to the sleeping form, mentally debating just how to wake him up. It suddenly occurred to him that he was still holding his gavel.

Cue evil smile.

He nudged him slightly, just to make sure the rest of the Warblers wouldn't accuse him of abuse, planning to jab it into Kurt's ribs.

Finally.

But, of course, Kurt had to ruin any hopes he might have had, even when sleeping. Eyes still closed, he actually dared to touch the gavel. He freaking wrapped his hand around the end being used to nudge him. As if it wasn't enough, he even attempted to tug it out of Wes' hand.

Hell no. He was not about to start a tug-of-war fight with a sleeping Hummel over his gavel. It was undignified.

He totally did anyway. He gave it a sharp jerk, hoping to shake it out of Kurt's grip. No such luck. If anything, the boy merely clutched it all the tighter and- did he just growl?

Wes drew the line at getting bitten. He quickly released the gavel, glowering when Kurt smiled in triumph. In his sleep. It was both annoying and kind of scary at the same time.

Fully aware of the eyes of all the Warblers on him, he slowly and deliberately walked around to the back of the couch. He hesitated only for a moment before, in one quick movement, he shoved Kurt off the couch.

His body hit the floor with a thump, making at least half the Warblers wince.

Wes watched as Kurt's eyes flew open, hissing in pain. He wrapped himself into a ball, arms wrapped firmly around his ribcage.

He didn't even realize until seconds later that the rest of the Warblers were glowering at him, including the Council. Blaine's eyes were in slits, he was so pissed off.

Crap.

"Weeeessss," Kurt whined when he stopped rolling around dramatically on the floor, draping himself across Wes' feet, "why would you do that?" He looked up at him with these huge, freaking pitiful eyes that reminded Wes vaguely of a kicked puppy.

And now he was the kicker. Goddammit it.

"Next time," he stated firmly, ignoring the looks the Council was giving him, "don't fall asleep during Warbler practice, understood?"

Kurt opened his mouth to retaliate, but suddenly seemed to notice the item he was currently holding against his chest.

"Why do I have your gavel?" Wes made a face; he would ask that question.

"You stole it from me."

A gleeful smile spread across Kurt's face at this tidbit of information. "In my sleep?"

"Yes." He answered shortly. "Now if you would please give it back."

From the ground(he still hadn't gotten up, of course), the countertenor looked contemplative. So help me Kurt Hummel, if you decide to submit to your stubborn side now-

He handed it up to Wes, catching his eye as he let go of it. Wes quickly cradled it against him, relief at having his beloved gavel back filling him.

For a moment, an understanding passed between them, and Wes felt oddly grateful towards him.

That feeling passed away several moments later when Kurt wrapped himself around one of Wes' legs and refused to let go.

Yayaz.

Another really short chapter!

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Anyway, I gotz me an urging to write, so I did!

...Glee is not mine, unfortunately.

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-Mel