"I love little kids," Kurt said happily, leaning over to hand to hand one of the girls the glitter glue.
"You would," Wes grumbled, helping his "partner" peel a particular sticker off the sheet.
"Don't be mean to Kurtsie," one of the girls stated, frowning at him. Another one chimed in, saying fiercely, "I bet you're just jealous 'cause he's so nice!"
Kurt just smirked at Wes, daring him to challenge the wisdom of the two eight year olds. he narrowed his eyes at him, grumbling to himself as he forcefully continued decorating his hat.
"I like Wes," his partner declared defensively, "I think he's awesome!" The girls stuck their tongues out at him, turning away to talk to their friends.
Wes returned Kurt's smug look, grinning evilly at the countertenor as he set aside his paper hat.
Really, this wasn't his idea. It had been Thad who, having seen a sign mentioning a Scavenger Hunt, insisted the Warblers come here, dragging the rest of the group along with him.
They were met with two cheerful teenagers in charge of the activities of the evening, several parents, and a large group of young kids, ages ranging from five to ten.
They watched in awe as the teenagers dismissed the parents, reassuring them that everything was okay and their children would be more than taken care of.
Immediately after doing so, they turned to the group, seemed to evaluate them, and asked if they'd be willing to "buddy up," as they put it, with the kids for the events.
They gladly did so, Wes ending up with a boy at the age of seven, Kurt a pair of sisters aged eight "and a half", they firmly declared.
They began with the typical introduction game, sitting in a large circle on the ground as they were asked to stand up and state their name, age, and one fact about them.
Across from him, Kurt stood up, chuckling as he said lightly, "Kurt Hummel, age seventeen, and I'm your worst nightmare," he made his voice deep and growly, wiggling his fingers at the kids, who laughed.
He straightened up, grinning at the kids, "Nah, I'm afraid that title belongs to Wesley over there." He pointed at him, snickering as he scowled at Kurt.
"Look at that face," he shivered in mock horror. "Yeesh! Terrifying."
Next to him Wes' partner giggled, watching as Kurt finally decided that his little "Let's bash Wes" speech had gone on long enough..
Smiling, he said something about fashion and design before sitting down.
His partner(Isaac, as he learned later) remarked, "He's funny."
Wonderful. Kurt had managed to brainwash his partner.
It continued down the line, the only other source of amusement coming from Thad, who, when asked for a fact about him, replied in a heavy German accent, "Vorld domination, and ze deee-struction of all voung children!" He snarled, throwing his head back as he laughed evilly.
A couple of the younger ones actually looked uneasy as David tugged him back down, giving him a look.
Once all that was over, the advisers led them over to an arts-and-crafts table, explaining, "Before we gone on our Scavenger Hunt, we're going to make pirate hats, to make sure you can find everything on the list. Pirates are particularly good finders."
Wes had to wonder just how professional the two really were at that, an AVPM reference of all things.
Going back to the table, Wes felt his jaw drop. Supplies of just about any kind you can dream up, even several bottles of glitter that he saw Kurt eying.
This could not end well for anyone.
Shuddering, he realized that they actually had paint(nontoxic, of course), paint of all colors: black, blue, green, sparkly purple(he was pretty sure Kurt would be ransacking that too), anything you could think of, it was there.
As it turned out, the hats were just your average paper hats, blank and all ready to be glitzed up. The kids went, predictably, insane, buttons and feather flying everywhere.
Thomas, as Wes noticed had chosen a more classic approach, much to his pride: black paint, a silver ribbon wrapped around the rim and a single skull-and-bones sticker stuck to the front.
"Very nice," Wes told him.
Flinching slightly, he looked at Kurt's hat, half expecting to be blinded.
Kurt, surprisingly, had not gone all out, instead choosing to pursue a more detailed, chic look. Blue and sparkly purple swirls were painted on the sides. A pink ribbon threaded with plastic, clear beads was wrapped around it, much like Adam's but with a large, flamboyant bow on the back.
To top the look off, Kurt had glued one large, brown feather to the top, Peter Pan style.
"Whoah!" Thomas, breathed, staring bug-eyed at it. "That's amazing."
Wes felt a small twinge of envy, looking down at his rather drab hat in comparison, painted a deep navy blue with a leather cord tied tight around, several gold beads sliding along its length.
"Do you want a feather?" Kurt asked Thomas encouragingly. He nodded furiously at that.
"Go pick one," he told him, gesturing to the large bag of feathers resting on the opposite end of the table. He immediately scampered off, grabbing the bag quickly and rifling through it, searching for the "perfect" feather.
"He's cute," Kurt commented, glancing over at him.
Wes nodded, muttering slightly in affirmation. Kurt threw him a teasing look.
"No need to get jealous, Wesley," he joked, "you know you'll always be adorable to me." He glowered at him for that.
"Are you two dating?" One of Kurt's partners, Kaelie or something, piped up, watching them curiously. "We have an older brother, and he always acts like that with his boyfriend."
Wes blinked, surprised, feeling a blush rise up on his cheeks.
He looked up for a moment, catching Kurt's questioning gaze before hurrying to respond, only to be cut off by Flint's buddy.
"Ew," he said, wrinkling his nose, "that's gross."
They exchanged worried glances as the kids began to fight.
"No it's not," she said angrily, glaring at him, "my brother's better than you'll ever be."
"All right," Kurt said, "it doesn't matter. Go back to your hats. And to answer your question," he stated in a low voice to the girl, "No, we're not. Not yet."
Not yet.
Wes raised an eyebrow at that, somehow keeping on a cool facade. "Sure of yourself, aren't you?"
Kurt matched him with a look of his own,placing his hands on his hips.
"You're so cute!" The other girl, Meghan, squealed, interrupting their silent conversation.
"You just need a couple name," Kaelie said, beaming at them.
Wes turned to Kurt helplessly. "Couple name?"
The corner of his mouth quirked upward,"It's the name for a certain couple. You basically just mix the two's names. Like..." He scanned the room for a moment, "Me and Blaine. Klaine. Or, say, me and Flint. Flirt."
"We've got it!" Kaelie exclaimed, bouncing up and down.
"Yes?" He asked, amused.
"You can be Wurt. Or Kures," Meghan declared, pausing for a moment. "I like Kures better. It sounds nicer."
"I'm going to put it on my hat!" Kaelie announced, getting to work with the glitter glue.
"Kures," Kurt mused aloud, staring off absentmindedly. "It works."
"Kurt! Kurt!" Thomas came running back, feather clutched in hand. "I found a feather."
Said brunette grinned. "Good job there, Thomas. Now, to glue it on, you'll have to hold it..."
Kures. Hmm...
Eh. Works for me. And no, he did not internally squeal at that. How dare you imply such a thing.
"Our team kicked ass at the Scavenger Hunt," Jacob proclaimed as he flopped onto the couch.
"We got free cookies. I'm happy," Flint said, humming under his breath as he sat down.
"Movay night, bitches!" Jeff called, taking a flying leap and landing on the sofa only to fall off, gasping as the wind was knocked out of him.
Snorting, Kurt plopped down next to Wes, making a face. "I'm freaking exhausted," he complained, curling up on his side.
"None of that supernatural crap, you guys!" He yelled after Jeff and Nick, who had run off somewhere in search of the movies.
Sighing, he rested his cheek on Wes' thigh, stretching out his legs. He felt a hand run through his hair and closed his eyes, reveling in the sensation.
Back they came running, clutching several DVDs. After much bickering and a thrown DVD or two, the boys settled down to watch The Sixth Sense, sending Kurt hiding in Wes' lap.
"I see dead people," the boy on screen breathed tearfully, terror showing in his eyes.
" Holy motherfucking son-of-a-bitch!" Thad screeched, catching the rest of them by surprise as he threw himself, covering his eyes, onto the couch, knocking into Blaine and sending them both sprawling, Thad lying on top of him.
He burrowed against the shorter boy, whimpering piteously as Blaine gasped for air.
Kurt convulsed into fits of silent laughter, attention effectively diverted from the screen.
"Poor Blaine," he whispered.
"I don't know," Wes responded just as quietly, "Think they'd ever start dating? They're actually kind of...cute."
Kurt gaped at him. "Thad would eat Blaine alive."
He stopped, peering over at the two. "But they are cute."
He grinned cheekily, curling closer to him. "Just not as adorable as us."
Wes shook his head, feeling his lips twitch.
"Thad!" Blaine said, staring at him in an something suspiciously close to fear. "Off!"
"No!" he shouted. "Not so long as that little boy is seeing dead people! It's creepy as hell!"Several people hushed him, so he fell silent, shaking against Blaine.
"How the hell can you two claim not to be dating?" David asked, staring at Kurt in outrage.
He actually seemed to contemplate that, leaning back to stare at Wes.
"I don't know," he answered sadly. Then, "Wes, why aren't we dating?"
He just shrugged, avoiding looking straight at Kurt. Especially with the look he was giving him.
"All right then," Kurt said decisively, "we're dating."
He began to sputter at that in disbelief, silenced by Kurt arching an eyebrow at him.
"I don't think it works that way," he protested.
Kurt gave a noncommittal noise. "Alright. We aren't dating."
David, poor soul, just went back to the movie, trying to forget the disturbing scene he'd just witnessed.
"What was that earlier?" David asked him after the movie, Kurt having fallen asleep against him halfway through The Lion King.
Wes made a face, trying to pry Kurt's arms off him. If anything, they just clamped down tighter, making him exhale loudly in frustration.
Likewise, Thad fell asleep on Blaine a little after tackling him, much to our little Blainey-wainey's misfortune, who was left carrying him back to his room and onto his bed.
Awkward.
"I have no clue, honestly," Wes retorted, heaving Kurt up in his arms.
David just sighed in resignation, heading back to his joint room with Thad, frowning and muttering to himself.
Poor, poor David.
Unable to get Kurt off him, Wes just made a low noise before lying down, Kurt still clinging to him.
After a bit of tossing and turning, he finally sat up with a huff.
"Force yourself on me, you cuddlewhore, I don't care, but freaking stop sleepmumbling. It's freaking me out!"
Needless to say, Kurt obeyed.
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Just a warning: might not get chapters out as quickly as before, now that I'm at the beach. There might be a few day's delay, but it shouldn't be any longer.
And yes, I did just create Blaine/Thad. Blad? Thlaine? xD
Okay, so: For all you readers: How many chapters of this should I do, do you think?Review, and tell me how long I should keep this going.
Also: I'm now accepting prompts!(sort of). Send me a Pm or review with anything in particular you want to see, like pairings(nobody that I've already paired off), hobbies, quirks...whatevs. I probably won't use whole chapter ideas, but hey. Send them in anyway, I might just use them. :)
This chapter: I think Kurt and Wes were a bit OOC here...
Blah. Oh Well. Glee is NOT MINE, nor any movies or songs you'll find mentioned here.
Love to all my reviewers!
-Mel