"Who the hell stole my Diet Coke?"
Wes walked into their dorm room to the sound of Kurt screeching. Lovely.
Shit. Kurt had his About-To-Rip-Someone's-Face-Off bitch face on. He could already feel a headache worthy of listening to Alvin and the Chipmunks on repeat building.
"What happened now?" Tantrums like this had occurred multiple times before, usually caused by some poor fool spilling his drink on the diva. In these situations Wes often found himself internally cursing the clumsy moron for not having the sense to do so during Kurt and Blaine's morning coffee, instead leaving him to deal with a bitchy Kurt when it occurred after school. Today, however, it seemed, might be different.
"Some idiot stole my Diet Coke while I was in class! I freaking live on the stuff, and I'm going to freaking murder whoever took it!"
Ah yes. Kurt's unhealthy addiction to caffeine. Somehow he'd managed to install a mini fridge in their room(without consulting him, of course,) and kept it constantly stocked with his precious Diet Coke stores that he broke into when he arrived back in their room, usually after Warbler practice or his study dates in the library with Blaine(as Wes had dubbed them, despite Kurt's protests.)
And now his caffeine was gone. God kill him now, before Kurt could get to him.
Wes survived-somehow-through the rest of the evening, unsuccessfully attempting to block out his many tirades toward the perpetrator of the heinous crime.
The coffee machines at Dalton, of course, were turned off after breakfast, a sort of unofficial punishment for any dumb schmucks who might have woken up after the official meal time. And the nearest coffee shop that Kurt was willing to buy from was an hour way, making it impossible to make it there and back if either of them intended to make it inside by curfew.
Wes would have left, of course, had everyone not been off in Flint's room going at a huge video game marathon. And he really had to study for his geography test. And, by rule of handbook, no students were allowed to stay in the library for more than twenty minutes without a partner.
Dammit.
Why him, he mused sorrowfully, why did he, of all people, end up with the one person he couldn't stand as roommate? Couldn't he have ended up with David, or Thad, or, hell, even Jeff or Nick would be better than Kurt.
But no. It seemed he would forever live haunted by the spirit-or mouth-of Kurt Hummel. He was going to turn into a sociopath and it was. all. Kurt's. fault.
He was going to miss his mind. He really was. it was a good mind, sensible and fast. It would have gotten him through college, helped get him a job, maybe a nice wife and some kids later on.
All this might have happened and more, had his surname not betrayed him.
Hughes and Hummel. The two first letters were the same, damning Wes to a year and a half of Kurt.
He had come along and ruined the blissful peace Wes had been enjoying after his previous roommate, Jack Hunter, moved, leaving him with a single room.
"They are going to regret ever crossing with me-" Kurt's voice brought him back to the present. Barely resisting to bash his head against the desk, he resumed his studying, trying to tune the high-pitched voice out.
He didn't sleep at all that night, of course, what with Kurt muttering and grumbling the whole night, tossing and turning and restlessly in his bed. Wes had tried to muffle the sound by placing his pillow over his head, but no such luck. The bags under his eyes mirrored Kurt's in the morning.
He honestly hated him, right then, as he walked over to their table, guzzling a large latte.
Kurt plopped himself down next to Blaine, setting his cup on the table.
"Today," he announced cheerfully, "is a good day. Today is a beautiful, gorgeous day. And do you know why that is, Wesley?"
He just grunted, resting his forehead against his hands.
"Because today, Wesley," he went on brightly, "I have caffeine. Therefore, today is a good day. So no matter how horrible I know I'll be feeling later when the buzz wears off, I have caffeine now. Making it worth it."
"Shut. The hell. Up." He groaned.
"Wes!" David scolded.
"What!" He raised his hand, gesturing angrily to Kurt, "He can swear, but I can't?"
"You're a Council Member, Wes. There are certain expectations that come with this. Such as not cursing in public where the rest of the school can hear ."
"Oh, no, God forbid I differ even the slightest from the exemplary model of professionalism, i.e. you."
This was what Kurt Hummel reduced him to: snapping at David.
David frowned at him, but said nothing.
A loud sniff brought the attention back to Kurt's side of the table(of course). He dramatically wiped at his eyes, honking loudly into a tissue Blaine offered him.
"Our little Wes is all grown up now!" he sobbed, clutching his chest, "Look at him, already using sarcasm to cut down other people! They grow up so fast!"
He pressed his face into Blaine's shoulder, back shaking from the long pent up emotion spilling forth
Not.
Good Lord, maybe Kurt had converted him. He shuddered at the thought, and went back to his breakfast as David watched curiously.
They had Warbler practice that day, typically. Shockingly enough, Kurt had yet to have any major hissy fits, only occasionally snarking at the others.
The huge explosion Wes had been expecting since twelve o'clock finally occurred when Wes corrected him on his singing(he was off-key, going higher than the others, making him stand out painfully clear in the sea of voices supposed to symbolize unity).
"I swear to GaGa, Wesley Hughes, if you tell me one more freaking time that I'm off-key I will personally take that gavel of yours and SHOVE IT UP YOUR ASS." He snarled.
Yay, another awkward moment that Kurt had to start, just to make him deal with it.
"Warbler practice dismissed," he said in a short, clipped tone.
The Warblers gaped at him until he banged the gavel, giving them the Eye, at which they quickly scattered.
Including Kurt.
"That is freaking it," he spat, stalking out of the school and into the parking lot. Taking his keys out of his pocket(he was always prepared), he hopped into his car and revved up the engine.
Gripping the steering wheel far too tightly, he drove his way to the local supermarket, swooping his way through the store until he found the soda. Grabbing a twelve-no, wait, twenty-four-pack, he made his way to the checkout lane, impatiently tapping his foot. An elderly woman smiled at him as she scanned his items(item).
He tossed her a couple of tens, kindly telling her to keep the change, figuring it was worth a good night's sleep.
Rushing back, he heaved his way back up to their room, arms wrapped around the heavy pack.
He threw his door open by bumping it with his shoulder, walking in to see...
Kurt, drinking a Diet Coke quite contentedly.
"Oh, hey Wes!" He chatted excitedly, grinning at hm from his bed. "Someone returned all the- oh."
A smile started to form on his face as he took in Wes' appearance.
"Aw, Wes, did you go out to the store just to buy me some Diet Coke to make me feel better?" He was actually tearing up now. Wes carefully placed his cargo on the floor.
"I just didn't want-" he said hastily, cut off by Kurt launching himself at him. He wrapped his rams around Wes, pressing his face into his chest as he snuggled into him.
"I knew you cared about me!" For a moment, he just stood there, frozen in horror.
"Hey Wes, are you-" Oh God.
Oh my freaking God.
Because David and Blaine chose that moment to walk in.
Right as Kurt was cuddling up against him.
"We're sorry-"
"We didn't mean-"
"We'll just be leaving now." At this the two scurried away, faces bright red.
"Get. Off." He ground out, trying to force Kurt's arms from around his body.
"No." If anything, they wrapped around him tighter, squeezing him.
"So help me Kurt Hummel, if you don't move-" He glanced up at Wes innocently, narrowing his eyes slightly.
"You'll do what, Wes? Buy me Diet Coke to make me feel better?" He smirked evilly, pressing himself closer.
Yeah, he really, truly hated Kurt Hummel right then.
Or did he?
Bwahahah, longest chapter yet. Not that that's saying much. I seem to have difficulty writing long chapters. I could never write on of those 14,000 word long oneshots that people do. I just cannot.
Wellz, in this chapter, we get our first glimpse of some Wert! cuddle action! Not that Wes was a willing participant...
It was still adorable, though. And Kurt is a cuddle fiend. So there.
...It just occurred to me how small a role Blaine's been playing so far. Don't worry though! There shall be more Blaine next chapter!
And just in case you were wondering when this takes place: Sometime before Sectionals. Before all the Klaine angst/drama.
Glee is NOT MINE.
Any grammar or spelling mistakes I didn't see, feel free to point them out.
Reviewz, please! Ciao!
-Mel