Really, Wes had always known Blaine to be the confident type, sure in himself and his beliefs in every this new development had him honestly asking himself: When the hell had Blaine become so bold?

Kurt's influence, no doubt.

Here was Blaine, just standing up in Warbler practice and stating for all to hear that he was in freaking love, as if there was no possible way that he might misinterpret his own feelings.

Considering that he was talking about Kurt, though, he wouldn't be completely surprised if Blaine was in love with him.

Who else could he be talking about? For God's sake, it was pathetic the way he mooned after Kurt, always the first to laugh at his jokes(no matter how terrible), always initiating some sort of physical contact when sitting by him.

It was all too obvious to those around him that he was infatuated with Kurt in the most sickeningly sweet way.

Suddenly, Wes found himself staring in the face of Kurt and Blaine's future, laid out clearly for him to unwillingly watch.

Blaine would serenade Kurt, Kurt would giggle and blush and admit he loved Blaine too, they'd kiss and start dating, as expected. They'd turn into one of those revoltingly lovey-dovey couples that you only saw on TV, making everyone around them want to puke rainbows at the pure cheesiness of the couple.

A year or so later, both of them with fresh high school diplomas, they'd move into an apartment together in New York, inflicting even more of the world with the cotton candy fluff that their relationship was made of.

Marriage after a while, a proper house, a dog, a few cats, a fish they'd name Klaine, whatever. They'd have kids...

Good God. They'd have kids.

Kids that would undoubtedly inherit Blaine's unmanageable hair and Kurt's ability to annoy the hell out of him and Wes would be the one stuck taking care of them when their parents went out of town because he just knew Kurt would insist on naming him godfather because Kurt always have the last laugh, always, and...

His approaching panic attack was thankfully stopped by a quick elbow in the ribs from David, who was staring at him. Along with the rest of the Warblers.

And there was Kurt himself, frowning at him as he gave an almost uninterpretable head shake.

WTF?

Avoiding the strange looks he was being given, he forced the meeting along, listening to Blaine's rather...unorthodox request.

Really, if he was going to serenade Kurt, why not do it on Dalton's grounds, in Blaine's dorm room(there were not going to be any make-out sessions on his bed. No, no, no.)?

And then came the bombshell.

Because, apparently(his mind was still processing this), Blaine was not serenading Kurt. He was actually serenading some random employee from the Gap who he'd never heard mentioned before.

Never. And he was close to Blaine.

Not as close as Kurt, though, who also looked surprised. Wes felt his jaw drop as he analyzed the boy's expression.

Because he was happy. Happy, it would seem, that Blaine had found someone.

He(Wes) looked at Blaine. Who was looking at Kurt with the most peculiar look on his face-

Oh my God. Oh my freaking God. Hello, prolonged headache.

Blaine was trying to make Kurt jealous. He didn't really care about Gap guy, he just wanted to see if Kurt cared about him.

And here Kurt didn't look in the least bit devastated. Not like his soul had been crushed, not like his very heart had been shredded, he looked...

Well, certainly not as sad as Wes imagined Blaine wanted him to be.

"The Gap, Blaine, really? And here I thought you had better taste than that. I'm ashamed of you, Blaine, ashamed." A teasing smile flitted across his lips.

And yes, his face did deflate a bit for a moment there, confirming Wes' suspicions before the constant smile he wore popped back up.

When did life get to be so, so...complicated?

"You alright there, Blaine?" Kurt asked on the way to their performance.

He put on a brave face from the seat behind Wes, saying shortly, "Fine," before stubbornly turning to face the window.

Kurt leaned forward, resting his forearms on the back of their seat before questioning him and David quietly, "What's going on with him?"

"Just nervous, I imagine," David glanced down awkwardly, coughing before spitting out the quick lie.

Wes refrained from saying anything, afraid if he did he wouldn't be able to resist telling him the truth.

He had to admit, no-one deserved this sort of drama, even someone like Kurt who thrived on drama.

The song ran smoothly, ignoring the looks Blaine was sending Kurt throughout the entire performance, even as he supposedly serenaded the Gap guy. Kurt, oblivious as ever, just sang along, the corners of his mouth twitching upwards at some of the more...risque lyrics.

Blaine was rejected afterwards, as was expected, and went off to sulk somewhere in one of the stores over his failed attempt to gain Kurt's attention.

The countertenor himself was currently chatting away with Flint on one of the mall benches, laughing easily with him as they talked animatedly. The rest of the Warblers were scattered sparsely about the building.

"It's creepy," Wes stated to David as they shuffled through the aisles of Barne's and Noble, "how Blaine stares at Kurt all the freaking time and he doesn't notice."

David snorted at that, drawing his gaze to him.

"What?"

"Funny," he muttered in a low voice, "that you rant about Blaine stalking Kurt when you do the same thing."

Wes' mouth dropped open in horror.

"I do not."

"Yes, you do, and it's made all the more scary by the fact that you claim to be straight." He picked up a book and glanced at the book before setting it on the shelf.

"I am straight," he retorted, "and I can't help it if Hummel requires constant supervision, what with the way he attracts trouble."

"Mmm-hmmmm," was all he got in response.

Not too much funny dialogue/thoughts here, sadly enough.

There. Now I have tied this in with the canon timeline, okay? Be happy.

I'm rather fond of Wes' internal rant at the beginning of this chapter. :)

So many reviews! You spoil me.

Blaine just got rejected. By two different people at once. Double burn.

Glee is NOT MINE.

Review and make me happy. Please. Feel free to point out any typos, or errors in this. I keep expectin gsomeone to tell me that I'm making the characters OOC.

-Mel