"But whhyyyyy?" Wes drew out in one long breath. From his side of the room, Kurt inhaled deeply, drawing on his last scrap of patience.
"Because, Wesley, if you get up and move around more than is necessary, you'll get even worse, insuring that I'll have to stick around all day to make sure you don't disobey the nurse's orders again. So frickin' suck it up and stop moaning and groaning about it before I shove you out the window and be done with it."
Typically Kurt managed to refrain from spouting such...crude statements, but at that point he could truly care less.
Wes had regained the power of speech(and consciousness) only a day or so after he'd fallen sick. It was only then that Kurt realized just what he'd gotten himself into.
Because, apparently, Wes turned into the most whiny bitch on the face of the Earth when he was sick. And honestly, at this point he wanted nothing more than to just knock him unconscious until he was better and regained his normal attitude.
It could be worse, he surmised, Wes could have an annoying, ear grating voice like Rachel Berry's when at a high level of sound(i.e. always). That being said, he didn't room with Rachel.
"Kuuuurrrrrrttttt," he heard.
Clenching his fists, he smiled forcibly, asking in a strained voice, "Yes, Wesley?"
"Can you get David and Blainey Bear for me?" He asked, standing up on his knees to gaze over at him. Internal snort. Blainey Bear, Wes, really?
It would also seem that Wes was far less inhibited when ill, flopping around in his bed in the most undignified manner, even when others were around.
"I'll get David and Blainey Be- Blaine for you."
"Yay!" Wes flailed and fell back on the bed, getting a laugh out of him.
He quickly sent off a text to the two.
Kurt: You want to come over? Wes' been asking for you.
David: On my way.
Blaine: C u soon.
True to their word, the pair arrived a few minutes after, settling down on the boy's bed.
"You feeling better, Wes?"
He made a face. "No, I still have a headache, my throat hurts, and Kurt won't let me leave the room," he griped.
David was clearly stifling a smile. "I'm sure Kurt knows best."
"Do what he says, Wes. Wouldn't want you getting any sicker than you already are," Blaine chimed in, catching Kurt's eye and throwing a wink at him.
Wes made a small noise of discontent and threw himself back on his sheets, refusing to look at them.
"Weeeesssss," David called lightly, "guess what I brought for you."
He peeked over at him, craning to see what he was hiding behind his back. "My gavel?"
"Nope," he said, clearly enjoying this, "guess again."
"Just tell me what it is already," he groused. David just shook his head before bringing out a freshly bought pack of Redvines. Wes gave a slight involuntary squeal and began to bounce up and down.
Note to self: Wes also reverts to an almost childlike state when sick. Bring out video camera next visit.
"Now Wesley," David cautioned, "don't eat them all at once like last time or-" he was cut off by Wes pouncing on him, effectively stealing the candy and cradling it protectively to his chest.
He made a dismissive hand motion. "You can leave now."
"But-" Blaine started.
"LEAVE." They did, shaking their heads sadly as they exited.
"What was that?" Kurt asked once the door was closed.
Wes was already munching away at the Redvines.
He swallowed suddenly, asking, "Kuuurrrtttt?"
Must. not. kill.
"Yes?"
"Can I have some Ginger Ale?"
He pinched the bridge of his nose in exasperation. "The fridge is right there, Wes. You can just lean over and get some."
"I don't want to."
He's sick, Kurt, remember, he isn't usually this frustrating.
"Fine." He got him the Ginger Ale, something he'd only recently stocked his fridge with.
Blessed silence for a while.
Then-"Kuuuurrrrttttt?"
"What now?"
A slight pause.
"Can I have a straw?"
Mind, snapping.
"No, Wes you can't have a straw. Deal with it."
"You're mean," he grumbled, scowling across the room at him.
"Yes, Wesley, I'm such a cruel and heartless person. Too bad for you, you're stuck with me. Now please be quiet."
He stuck his tongue out at him, but complied for an hour or so.
"Kuuuurrrrttt?"
He sighed. All good things must come to an end, I suppose.
"Yes?"
"I'm bored."
Kurt was about to suggest another book when an idea struck him.
"Wait just one second, Wes. I've got a few calls to make."
Twenty minutes later, and the room was full to the brim with teenage boys, all participating in some sort of video game competition. Despite the slight noise level, Wes actually looked like he was having fun, joking around lightly with the others . It almost made the mess Kurt knew he would have to deal with later worth it.
"Hey Kurt," two voices said from behind where he was standing in the doorway. He looked back to see Jeff and Nick, grinning at him openly.
He raised an eyebrow as they began to talk, finishing off each other's sentences.
"We've noticed-"
"You've taken quite the interest-"
"In our dear Council member's-"
"Welfare as of late."
"Care-"
"To explain?"
He just smirked as finished, watching him expectantly.
"You two would give Fred and George Weasley a run for their money," he teased. The two puffed up in pride, preening a bit at what they took to be a compliment.
"To answer your question, two reasons: One, It's rather amusing to see him flustered, and two, it also happens to be rather adorable. And shamelessly teasing him one moment and taking care of him while he's sick the next gets him flustered."
He contemplated for a moment. "You also have to consider that so long as he's confused, he's less likely to bear down on us. There's a small amount of actual concern mixed in there somewhere, too."
The two applauded him. "Well, well, Kurtsie," Jeff stated.
"It would seem that we've underestimated you."
"We wish you the best of luck," Nick stated, bowing with a flourish before moving back inside.
An hour later, and Kurt had somehow managed to herd everyone out with limited fuss. With a twist of the mouth he surveyed the room, taking in any damage that'd been done. Not too bad, surprisingly. He shuffled everything back into place,s topping at the last thing to be moved:Wes.
He was folded up into a small ball in one of the gamer chairs the boys had brought, head hanging limp.
With a quiet exhale, Kurt picked him up, carrying him gently in his arms to the bed, before shifting the covers on top of him.
"Night, Wesley," he murmured before settling in his own bed, falling asleep almost instantly.
Not a fan of this ending.
Reminds me too much of the one back in chapter 5.
I do think this one came out than the last one. (Hmmm? Hmm?)
And, because you seemed to like them, I fit in some Jeff and Nick there. Fun.
Two. Chapters. In. One. Day. Gah. Do you realize what you guys are doing to me? I never used to be this dedicated when writing stories... Now I have 7 chapters out in 7 days, whereas it used to be 2 chapters in 3 months.
Thank you all for so many kind and wonderful reviews- they keep me updating(that, and the need for more reviews).
Glee is NOT MINE.
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-Mel