Things had changed, Wes mused as he absentmindedly stared at the far wall, things had changed, if only slightly. He'd kept fairly quiet for a few days after the get-together(if it could be called that) Kurt had arranged on his behalf, a sort of way for him to know that Wes appreciated what he had done for him.

That didn't stop, though, from growing bored again quickly, left alone lying in bed with nothing to do until the students were dismissed from class. Even then, the few people that visited him regularly often couldn't come until late in the afternoon due to Warbler practice.

David had assured him that no, things weren't going to the dogs in his absence, amazingly enough, as Thad(the oldest in the Council), had taken his place by vote, Blaine filling in Thad's seat. Wes was somewhat relieved to know that all his hard work this year hadn't been undone, but...

The mere thought of someone else, of Thad, holding his gavel, using it, set his teeth grinding in anguish.

David's visit had set him on edge, his temper barely appeased when Kurt had come in, bringing dozens of movies from home for him to watch after finishing off the homework(which Kurt brought him faithfully each day so he could keep up) and throughout the school day.

Not that Kurt wasn't getting anything out of this particular act of kindness.

He spotted quite a few Disney and Broadway movies mixed with the action/horror movies he favored, undoubtedly meant for the evening when they were both in their room.

Kurt had popped in The Little Mermaid(without consulting him, in that aggravating way of his), cheerfully stating that, as he put it, "Everybody loves a good animated classic."

He'd said nothing, merely drawing his blanket up around him sullenly as he watched the movie.

About halfway through, his more pessimistic side took hold, making him spout something he would never say in Kurt's presence otherwise for fear of death by Bitch Glare.

Maybe it was his being ill. Maybe it was his earlier mood making a rebound.

Either way, before he could think to stop himself, he was saying, in a voice he knew would piss Kurt off, "God, why is it that all Disney romances are so horribly cliche and predictable?"

Silence.

Shit shit shit shit shit shiiiiitttt-

Kurt, still not facing him, slowly picked up the remote and paused the movie.

So dead. So, so utterly dead.

He turned, giving Wes a glimpse of his expression.

Yep, I'm screwed.

The tongue lashing that followed was so horrible, so fearsome, so agonizing, only three words could possibly could come close to describing it. And those three had already been used in the previous sentence.

Nonetheless, Wes managed to hold his own, actually retaliating to Kurt's ferocious devotion to Disney with some considerable points of his own.

At the end, though, Kurt gave a slight concede, telling a happily smug Wes sourly, "Shut the hell up and freaking enjoy the movie, Hughes."

After that, though, things began to change. Rather than merely mocking and insulting each other, they had begun to actually discuss things.

And if these discussions came to be a bit, erm, heated(to the point of shouting), well, they were both far too mature to ever sink so low as to bicker(which was just another word, really, for what they did).

Starting with the movies they watched, they moved on to books, recent issues and celebrities, etc.

Of course, there were some matters that they actually agreed on-(they both despised Twilight)-but they found agreeing, rather, well,...boring(not that either would ever admit it).

So they wordlessly moved on from such topics, choosing instead to pursue objects of conversations that they(much more interestingly) disagreed over.

In this way, no matter how much they denied it, they both came to begin to see things in a new perspective.

Kurt, himself, (much to his chagrin) realized a week or so after Wes was able to return to his classes on a daily basis that he all the more often found himself studying the relationships between people with a more critical eye, able to see some of the more...unpleasant aspects of them.

His English grade was beginning to rise(more than likely due to his better Reading Comprehension skills), but he couldn't help but miss the rose-colored glasses he used to wear. As they so truthfully said, Ignorance is bliss.

And Wes, he somewhat triumphantly noticed, hadn't gone unchanged either.

It wasn't a rare occurrence nowadays for Kurt to see this, in the way he wielded the power of the gavel a bit less over-bearingly, the way he seemed to speak just a bit less disdainfully to the younger Warblers.

Not that their arguments grew any less fervent, no, not in the least.

And thank GaGa for that.

"We're going to need to start preparing for Regionals soon," he announced, spearing his egg decisively. The others around him groaned, knowing what this meant-all except Kurt, who merely stared at him in disbelief.

"For God's sakes, Wesley. Sectionals were yesterday. Unless it's your intention to work us to death, I would suggest you let us actually freaking enjoy how well we did before going all slave-driver on our asses."

He narrowed his eyes at the countertenor. "Just because some of us," he gave him a pointed stare, "don't seem to care about our chance of moving on to New York, it doesn't mean you have to inflict the rest of us with such an attitude."

"Better than your attitude," Kurt replied loftily, "what with you trying to turn us into a gay Vocal Adrenaline."

He actually stopped and shuddered at the idea.

"Yeah, Wes," Jeff and Nick chimed in.

"We may be prep school boys-"

"Living in gay Hogwarts-"

"But we're not-"

"Most definitely not-"

"Mindless drones."

They high-fived each other, only made worse by Kurt giving them an all-too-obvious thumbs up.

"Don't encourage them." He growled.

Kurt just smirked at him. "I don't know, Wes. It seems rather fitting. Consider: If we're the drones..."

He trailed off purposely for a moment, leering slightly at him.

Jeff and Nick seemed to catch on a moment before he said it, erupting into fits of laughter..

"That makes you the queen!"

Too...Many...Witnesses...

He smiled innocently, tilting his head before answering. "All I need is the tiara, then. Could I borrow one of yours?"

Zing.

Once again: Fail whale ending.

Oh. my. freaking. God.*dies*

Someone actually liked my story enough that they reviewed each of the chapters. Every freaking one. *dies happy*

So, a HUGE thanks to Kluddle, for the many nice things she's said that I probably don't deserve.*Applauds*

Ahem. Anyway, not as much action in this, more speculation. And Kurt POV, which I have been featuring much more often since someone told me it was a refreshing change.

I've been denying you any Wert(Or Kures, as it's been called) cuddles, lately, I know, and I apologize. Working on it.

Thanks to all of my wonderful reviewers!

-Mel