To say that Wes was in a sullen mood would be an understatement of epic proportions. Really, though, was he to be blamed?

Oh, that's right. He was. He remembered his words from several days ago and grimaced, shifting on the wooden log he was sitting on.

They were at a bonfire, of all things, at six o'clock in the evening, roasting marshmallows and singing along as Blaine strummed away at the guitar he'd brought along. The Warblers were teasing and playing around with each other, just enjoying the mood in general.

Except Wes wasn't. Wes, who was still sulking from their fight, watching Kurt throw his head back and laugh at something Joshua was saying, the blue green flames from the smoldering driftwood dancing across the skin of his neck.

"You want a drink?" Jeff and Nick hovered over him, swinging the cooler they'd brought about.

He was going to say no-he didn't trust any drink the two might have to offer-when he caught sight of Kurt again, giggling and blushing, and abruptly said yes.

Looking surprised,they immediately got to rifling through the contents, muttering to each other excitedly.

Really, that should have been more than enough of a warning for him, but, not for the first time, his attention was distracted by Kurt, practically purring in contentment as the blonde worked his shoulder muscles with nimble fingers, rubbing deep circles with his thumbs into his back.

He forced himself to look away, feeling that green-eyed monster claw at his belly. This was below him, this sulking and brooding over Kurt, but hell, he was an easily jealous person, he knew.

He never could stand it when other boys had flirted with Leah, watching her not saying anything to contradict them with him right there next to him.

Wes would always sling an arm around her waist, kiss her on the cheek to show them that she was his, and his only. She'd always tease him about it later, laughing at just how possessive he was of her.

But he couldn't do that with Kurt. Couldn't claim him as Wes' because, honestly, he wasn't. And he couldn't help but hate that, hate that he had no right to claim Kurt as his own.

"One Dr. Pepper," Nick's voice broke him out of his musing, shoving the can directly under his nose. He looked up at them, blinking, before accepting the drink, quickly gulping down several mouthfuls.

"I wouldn't do that," and there was David, eying him with concern, "chances are they've spiked it."

He just shrugged, downing another large sip.

"Wes," he ignored him, "Wes!"

He paused, glancing at him.

"Drinking yourself into a stupor isn't going to help you," David said softly.

He didn't respond, choosing instead to return to his drink.

David turned back to Jacob with a sigh, returning to their conversation.

"You're really letting him do that?" The boy asked

"He's not about to listen to me," he shook his head, making a face."Hopefully, though, this might teach him something about drinking." With that, they resumed their previous discussion, hoping the best for their friend.

Joshua, as Kurt had learned in the past hour or so, was a bit of an ass when he wasn't trying to flatter him. He had spent the whole of the time talking about himself, quickly dismissing anything Kurt said.

Strike One.

He put up with it, though, because, he had to admit, he had gone out of his way this evening to infuriate Wes. And by the looks of it, it was working.

He was still fairly pissed off at what Wes had said, accusing him of leading Joshua on, as if he got kicks out of hurting people.

And Wes had hurt him, no matter what Kurt said otherwise. Joshua had made him happy, complimenting him and flattering him, and Wes had felt it necessary to ruin that for him because of his own selfish reasons.

He could feel Wes' eyes on him, staring at him throughout the days after, waiting for the chance to apologize. A chance Kurt didn't plan to give to him for a long time.

Maybe it was selfish of him, refusing to forgive him like this. All friends fought, he knew, and if he ever wanted for them to move on, he supposed, he'd have to accept his apology and forget about it.

There was some greedy part of him, though, that wanted him to drag it out. Wanted to see just how much Wes would put up with it, how far he'd go to make Kurt forgive him, just how much he valued Kurt.

Yeah, it was pretty cruel of him, but he did want them to work it out. No matter how long it took.

And there was Joshua, blathering on and on about his childhood-as if Kurt really wanted to know-when he felt a pair of arms wrap around his waist from behind, a familiar face burrowing into his neck.

He blinked. "Wes?"

Said boy merely hummed, swaying slightly.

"What are you doing?" He caught a whiff of Wes' breath and froze, startled. Alcohol. Wes never, never drank.

What-he glanced through the fiery embers, only to see Jeff and Nick, watching them gleefully. Of course.

He popped his head up, resting his chin on Kurt's shoulder.

"I'm stealing your cuddles," he slurred.

He frowned. "What?"

"I'm stealing your cuddles," he repeated, "that way you can't give them to him." He glared at Joshua, who was openly staring at them.

Kurt tried to feel irritated, he really did-but honestly, drunk Wes was freaking adorable(and rather clingy), and he offered an amusing escape from Joshua's long-winded rants.

He decided to play along. "But they're my cuddles, Wesley."

Wes nuzzled into his shoulder, words muffled. "I-I'll give them back to you a-afterwards."

Rolling his eyes, he went back to Joshua. "You were saying?"

Joshua was scowling, watching him darkly. "You're just going to let him stay there?"

Strike Two.

"He's harmless. Why?"

Joshua just shook his head, returning to his previous topic, albeit a bit less enthusiastically.

Kurt didn't bother to listen, instead paying attention to Wes, who was currently singing Hummingbird Heartbeat drunkenly in his ear. He felt the edges of his mouth curl up of their own accord.

At this point, the whole of the Warblers were staring at them, smirking.

"-meant to ask you-"

"I'm sorry?" He interrupted, lost.

Joshua had a seductive smile on his face, looking at Kurt in a way that made him uneasy.

In comes Wes to save the day!

"Stop l-looking at him that way," he muttered, glowering at the blond.

"What way?" He asked, tilting his head innocently.

"Like he's a piece of meat," he said stubbornly, clinging tightly to Kurt.

Wes growled the next words in a low tone that sent shivers down his spine, "He's mine."

As if to emphasize this, he returned his mouth to Kurt's neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin.

"Wes!" He shrieked, pushing his face away. "Stop it!" Several of the Warblers raised their eyebrows at them as he blushed furiously.

"I'm defending your innocence!" He protested loudly, trying to return to his previous activity.

"By giving me a hickey," he said flatly. Wes nodded profusely, eyes glazed over.

He stood up suddenly, Wes falling backwards into the sand. "I'm going to take him back to the house," he announced, heaving him up from the ground. He staggered about, flailing ridiculously.A couple of the Warblers snickered at the sight.

"He barged in on our conversation," Joshua clenched his fists, "and then forced himself on you, and you're taking the time to drag his sorry ass back to the house?" He demanded harshly.

Strike Three, you're out.

The rest of the group fell silent at that, waiting for Kurt's response.

"He may be a sorry ass," he said fiercely, "but he's my sorry ass. And don't you dare try to stop me or so help me, I'll personally make sure you won't be able to walk properly for the next several decades."

He grabbed Wes by the hand. "C'mon."

Grinning dopily, he jumped up, looping his arms around Kurt's neck and his legs around his waist. Kurt lurched forward, stumbling.

"Forward!" Wes cried, throwing one arm into the air.

Snorting, he trudged forward,beginning the journey back to the house.

He dropped Wes off with a relieved sigh, rubbing his shoulders in exhaustion. Wes had fallen asleep halfway there, leaving Kurt to carry one hundred plus pounds of dead weight.

He groaned, collapsing on his bed.

"Kurt?" He flipped over to see Wes watching him, curled up in a ball.

"Yes?" He asked.

"Are you mad at me?" He looked so...pitiful, watching him with these sad, huge eyes that Kurt couldn't help but fall just a little bit deeper.

He sighed. "No, Wes, I'm still annoyed, but I'm not mad. Not anymore." He grinned at that, beaming happily at him.

"Go to sleep, 'kay?" He nodded, burying himself under the covers.

Kurt yawned, chuckling to himself before snuggling down into his bed.

Wes woke up with possibly the worst headache ever. Ever.

He slid off the bed, clamping a hand to his mouth as the world spun nauseatingly around him. Struggling not to puke right there and then, he raced to the bathroom, retching violently in into the toilet.

Footsteps echoed painfully loud behind him, cool hands holding his hair back as he heaved over and over.

Finally finished, he slumped over, completely spent, throat raw.

"Let's get you back to the bed," Kurt's voice said above him and he groaned, gripping his head as waves of pain pulsed through his temple.

Eyes clenched shut, he allowed himself to be led along and sat on his bed, ears ringing.

A glass of water was pressed into his hand with two pills. He swallowed them quickly, whimpering slightly.

"What happened?" He questioned hoarsely.

"Well..."

"Oh, God," he muttered, wincing.

"You spent the majority of the bonfire alternating between drinking what I'm guessing was a spiked beverage and glaring at Joshua, got drunk, threw yourself all over me, told Joshua off, and ended off the evening by giving me a hickey, "he said, clearly enjoying the expression on Wes' face when he caught sight of the bruise on his neck.

"Oh my God," he said, raking his hands through his hair, "I am so fucking sorry, Kurt."

"Why?" He stared at Kurt in disbelief for a moment.

"Why? I did the same damn thing as Blaine and that jock," he mumbled, dropping his head onto his arms.

He heard Kurt sigh, settling closer to him. "Wes. Look at me."

He did so reluctantly, watching him warily.

"You didn't kiss me, " Kurt said, as if to explain everything, "and it's a good thing you didn't, because if you had you'd be feeling a lot worse right now."

He began to rub comforting circles into his back.

"The main difference, though, Wesley, between you and Blaine and Karofsky," he continued," is that I actually like you, Wes."

He blinked for a moment, letting that sink in.

"You like me?"

"I'm not about to repeat myself, Wes." He began to grin.

"Don't think you're off the hook just yet, Wesley still need to discuss your behavior these past few days."

He was screwed.

Totally worth it.

Yay! Drunk beach chapter, finally!

I'm praying this will live up to expectations, no matter how fail whale the ending is.

Yeah, that feeling confession didn't run nearly so smoothly as I wanted it too, but...

Oh well. It's over! It's finished! I'm happy. :)

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