"I honestly can't believe Blaine agreed to sing Only Prettier," Kurt stated, shaking his head in amusement as he dug into his Italian ice.

"Can't say I'm surprised," Wes said, stepping out of the way of a woman clearly expecting, pushing along a baby stroller with twins.

Blaine finished off the song to thunderous applause.

"That's my cue," Kurt slid off the wooden fence. "Hold my cup? And don't eat it." He shoved it into Wes' free hand, not bothering to wait for an answer before making his way through the crowd to the stage.

Why did Wes put up with him again?

Oh, that's right. He just happened to be infatuated with him. And if he didn't regret falling in like with him every moment like this occurred...

Yep, Kurt had him whipped, for sure.

But if he thought Wes wasn't going to steal some of his, he was sorely mistaken. Pressing the two drinks(?) against his chest with an arm, he took his plastic spoon and dug into Kurt's, only to immediately gag.

Mango. Of course. Kurt would pick the one flavor he couldn't stand. Far too sweet for his tastes. Grumbling to himself, he went back to his own, chasing away the taste on his tongue with a good helping of lemon flavor.

Better. Much, much better.

He paused, taking the chance to look around. They stood in the local museum's parking lot, where, as he'd heard, concerts took place every Friday on the makeshift stage set up on the grass beside the lot.

Of course, they'd asked the residential band if they could take over for the next couple of weeks, and they had all too happily agreed.

Now, here they were, facing a parking lot full of people sitting in beach chairs, several policemen scattered throughout the edges(this, too, he learned, was normal).

What caused Wes a bit of worry, though, was that despite the 'No Drinking' sign placed on the fence he was currently leaning against, nearly all the adults here(or at least the ones without children) had beers in their hands.

Up on stage, Kurt was killing Taylor Swift's Mine, and had several people singing along and clapping.

Or maybe that was just because they were drunk.

Either way, by the time Kurt was finished, the whole of those attending were clapping and whistling. Kurt bowed, waving excitedly to them before hopping off the stage, grinning.

"How was that?" He asked, face flushed.

"You're glowing," he commented. Smiling, he handed him his frozen beverage(?). "Good job."

Kurt studied his cup, gasping in horror. "You ate some of my ice."

Wes nodded. "Did you expect anything different?"

He pouted at that.

"Kurt!" The smile dropped off his face instantly. There was Joshua, forcing his way through the mob.

"Kurt!" He gasped, beaming at him. "You did wonderful! I can't believe just how amazing your voice is!"

And he was blushing, of course, blushing in a way that mad Wes hate Joshua all the more.

They took to talking,again, of course, leaving Wes out. Again. Glowering, he stalked off, muttering angrily to himself.

"Okay, Wes," Kurt said once they'd made it back into their room, "mind telling me what the hell's going on with you?"

When he didn't get an answer, he continued, pacing about, "All I know is that every freaking time Joshua comes anywhere near me, you become incredibly stiff and rude. And I know you aren't an asshole like the way you've been acting. So explain."

Wes swallowed, glaring at the covers on his bed. "I don't like him."

"No," the sarcasm in Kurt's voice was sharp, making him flinch.

He licked his lips. "I don't trust him, then."

"Why?" The hardness in his voice hit Wes hard. "What possible reason could you have for treating him like a pariah when he's been nothing but helpful since we arrived?"

He struggled to come up with a decent response, failing. Finally, he just asked, "Do you like him?"

"What?" He looked up from the fibers of the sheet to see Kurt staring at him incredulously.

"Do you like him?" He repeated. "He's been flirting with you since the moment you came here. Do you like him, or are you just leading him on?"

And now he was acting like an ass, he knew, but he couldn't stop himself, stop himself from letting out all the resentment he'd been feeling for the last few days.

Kurt was shaking, looking at him with such pure, unrestrained fury that he instantly regretted it, even before he could see the hand flying at him.

Smack. he reached up to cup his cheek, staring at him in horror.

"You, you," Kurt's voice had gone unnaturally high, even for him, "you fucking asshole! Just because," He stalked forward, eyes burning, "there's someone who compliments me and actually makes me feel good about myself, you have to act like a freaking bastard, just because you're jealous! You know what? Screw you, Wesley Hughes!"

And with that he stormed out, slamming the door behind him.

Wincing, Wes buried his head beneath a pillow, wishing away what had just happened.

The door opened quietly. "What happened?" Jacob's voice filled the room. "Kurt's been going around, swearing in French at everyone. We figure you guys must have had a fight or something."

"I fucked everything up." His voice was unnaturally flat.

He felt Jacob's weight settle on the bed with a sigh, a hand coming to rest on his shoulder sympathetically.

"He'll come around," he said, voice soft. Wes tossed the pillow away, shaking head emphatically.

"No, he won't. He won't because I was such a freaking douchebag to him and he's going to refuse to speak to me again and leave me to live the rest of my life alone and-"

"Wes." This stopped his quick descent into hysteria.

"Kurt...has a short temper. You know that. Just give him some time to cool off, and then apologize to him. You two are too close to let one fight get between you."

He sniffed at that. "Thanks, Jacob."

"Anytime." He left, leaving Wes to his thoughts.

God, he really hated his life right now.

MORE ANGST! NOOO!

Anyway, the next chapter should be fairly long, and will have the boys reconciling, so I hope it can make up for this super short chapter.

Next is the DrunkBeach chapter...!*flails*

I'm so happy to finally be able to write it. *beams*

Oh god, 17 chapters. I never expected it to get this long. Never.

And they haven't even started dating or anything yet. *shrugs* Guess I'm just a troll.

Love to all my amazing reviewers!

-Mel