A/N: Aw…it's so sweet of you guys for shooting me all these story alerts! And the reviews I've read are just so uplifting! Thanks so much everyone!
By the way, I know the third session is technically still part of "Never Been Kissed", but if I hadn't put it in here, this chapter would've been too short, so…here you go!
The third session was actually started by Wes and David, and was filled with worry and lectures.
The day after Blaine had told David of his crazy plan, David had been blowing up Blaine's phone with voice messages and texts.
They ranged from, "I know what you're thinking, but stop thinking it," to "Blaine you can't take this guy on in a fight! You are a skinny white boy! I remind you this on a daily basis!" to "Did you get my, oh I don't know, one billion texts! Text me back you jackass!".
The next day, David noticed that Blaine wasn't in any of their morning classes. That made sense, seeing as how far away Lima was and Blaine would have had to leave at least at second period to make it to what would be Kurt's lunch—
David subtly looked beneath his desk and pulled out his phone to text Blaine again. For good measure.
After classes had ended, Blaine still hadn't come back from McKinley and David was getting even worried. When he was worried, he became irrational. When he was irrational, he was a downright dumbass.
David had made the fatal mistake of telling Wes about what Blaine had set out to do. The smaller but much more vicious Warbler was now pacing back and forth through Blaine's room as David sat guiltily on the bed.
Wes stopped his pacing for a moment to give David a venomous look. "How could you let him just walk out like that!"
"I didn't think he was going to do something like this!" David defended quickly, though he was pretty sure Wes didn't care at the moment.
"How could he be so stupid?" he exclaimed, throwing his hands up in the air. "It's not like him at all! He's usually so much more level-headed than this!"
Wes stopped and snapped his head towards David in sudden realization. "It's that Kurt kid! He's…like, poisoning his brain or something!"
"Wait, now let's not get crazy," David quickly said, though he's pretty sure they had passed that point about several hours ago.
"Blaine met him half a week ago, David!" Wes exclaimed, emphasizing the time limit. "Who drives over two hours for someone they've met half a week ago?"
"Maybe we're blowing this out of proportion," David suggested quickly, if only in an attempt to calm down his friend. "I'm sure Blaine can handle himself in a fight—"
"He's a hobbit!"
Just as Wes shouted exasperatedly, the door to the dorm room opened. Both the boys looked to see a tired, but still very much normal-looking Blaine walk into the room. David smiled in relief as he saw him. "Blaine!"
"Where have you been?" Instead of being relieved, Wes decided to take the role of a mother hen and quickly strode right in front of Blaine with his hands on his hips.
Blaine shrugged nonchalantly despite the intimidating display. "Oh, I just decided to spend the day with Kurt, no big deal."
Wes crossed his arms over his chest in disbelief. "Uh-huh, uh-huh, so you decided to miss the entire school day for that?"
Blaine paused and looked a little confused at this. "Wes, you know I have some of the best grades here. One missed day isn't the end of the world."
"What were you thinking when you were going to confront this apparent mammoth in Lima?"
He froze, looked towards David, and mouthed "You told him?"
David took this moment to get up from his seat on his bed. "I told him because what you did was stupid, Blaine. Though, I think Wes is kind of overreacting—"
"I am not!" Wes quickly said, glaring at David. He looked back at Blaine. "Blaine, you got away from those bullies. What are you doing going right back to them?"
"Nothing bad happened!" Blaine reassured. "There were no punches, no kicks, no violence, okay?"
"See?" David said, smiling brightly and getting behind Blaine. He looked at Wes. "We had nothing to worry about!"
He patted Blaine on his back roughly. He winced noticeably at the contact. David stopped.
Wes and David slowly looked up at each other as Blaine said quietly, "Oh, dammit."
Ten minutes later, David was holding shirtless Blaine in place as Wes looked over the large bruise that showed up and down his back.
"You know, some people would call this sexual harassment," Blaine said, flatly. "If I started screaming right now, you two could be registered sex offenders within five minutes."
"Shut up Blaine," Wes said snippily, poking the purple marking. Blaine cursed and squirmed a little. Wes looked at him. "This is nothing?"
Blaine pulled away from David and quickly put his shirt back on. "Look, it could've been way worse, trust me."
"That doesn't sound as reassuring as you think it is," David said seriously. Blaine explained, "Kurt got between us before he could do anything bad. After that, he just walked away."
There was a short silence as Wes and David thought about whether they should keep hounding their friend. Wes took a deep breath.
"Alright. Just…let us know when you do something like this, please? At least let us back you up," he said, looking at Blaine worriedly.
"I told David," Blaine pointed out. Wes sighed.
"David's an idiot, Blaine."
"I have my moments."
Wes then looked at Blaine seriously. "Promise me. Look, I know I have a stick up my ass half the time, you guys remind me that all the time, but…I worry, you know?"
Blaine smiled. "Okay, sorry. Oh hey, why don't I grab some lattes from the café so we can watch a few movies?"
When he was out the door, David looked over at Wes. "Haven't seen him quite so passionate in a long time. Maybe this Kurt kid's good for him."
Wes crossed his arms self-consciously as he looked after Blaine. "I have my doubts."
The fourth session was filled with giddiness, hi-fives, and total not-jealousy.
Wes silently looked through his math homework, sitting on the floor of David's room. He, David, and Blaine had decided to start some kind of study session in preparation for the fair number of tests they would face the next week. David had left his math book somewhere in the Warbler practice room. And Blaine…
Blaine was on his way back from Lima after having dinner with Kurt.
But it's not like Wes was jealous of Kurt. No way. Jealousy was for snobby teenage girls and petty possessions.
And Blaine most certainly did not belong to Wes, now or ever.
Sure, Blaine had blown off Warbler game night to go window shopping with Kurt ("I just want to show him the sights of Westerville. And by that, I mean show him every single overnight boutique here,") and yes, maybe he blew off plans with him and David at Fishstix to go watch a movie with Kurt ("Do you think I could get away with the whole 'just stretching my arm around your shoulders' thing?")...
Wes started to chew on his pencil, no longer thinking about his homework, as he remembered his latest attempt to spend some time with Blaine…
"Blaine, Blaine!" Wes shouted as he caught up with his friend. He looked over at him, "Yeah, Wes?"
Wes started to dig around in his book bag. "You will never guess what I just scored…"
He pulled out the two pristine community theater tickets to RENT and waved them in front of Blaine's face. Wes could see his friend's eyes light up at the sight. "Oh my God!"
He smiled giddily. Finally. He and Blaine hadn't hung out together in ages. He had no idea how the boy could even afford the gas money to go back and forth from Lima like he did—
"Kurt's been dying to see this!" Blaine exclaimed, snatching the tickets from Wes's hands. His smile dropped.
"…Kurt?"
"Thank you so much!" Blaine gushed, enveloping Wes in a very one-sided hug. The other was still in frozen confusion, disappointment, and denial. Blaine pulled away from him to look him in the eyes. "You, Wes, are the greatest friend I could ever have! How did you know?"
With that, he walked away from him with a clear bounce in his step as he pulled out his cell-phone to call Kurt about the "stroke of luck", leaving his shell-shocked best friend behind him.
And maybe Wes had happened to be gorging on frozen yogurt more than normal, but, hey, that was just because he was more hungry than usual this week.
And it would be stupid to replace his best friend with strawberry frozen yogurt. No matter how well it would fill the void.
Just then, the door opened to reveal Blaine, looking down at Blackberry with a goofy smile on his face. Wes resisted the urge to roll his eyes and instead simply looked up as Blaine blindly made his way to David's bed and collapsed onto it stomach-first.
"Found it!" David said, triumphantly as he too opened the door. "It was underneath one of the couches, go figure."
He caught sight of Blaine and paused for a moment before smirking. "Oho, doing some sexting after the date with your boyfriend?"
Blaine didn't even bat an eye. Without looking away from his phone, he simply said, "Not sexting. Not a date. Not my boyfriend."
David scoffed and said, "Well, can you do your not-sexting with your not-boyfriend after your not-date not on my not-bed."
He paused for a moment as Wes rolled his eyes, not caring who saw this time.
"Just get off my bed!"
With that, Blaine was shoved off, and was still texting when he hit the floor. Wes gritted his teeth when he noticed this. Not jealous, not jealous, not jealous—
"So how was dinner?" he automatically asked to stop that train of thought from heading where Wes absolutely knew it was. Blaine looked up, and smiled proudly. Tapping out the last of his message, he sat up and said, "I met his best friend. I think I'm in."
"Dude, that's awesome!" David exclaimed, exchanging a hi-five with him. Wes regretted ever asking as David added, "Now all you have to do is meet the parents."
As the two got into a conversation about what exactly Blaine should say when he did, Wes darkly hoped that Kurt's dad owned a shotgun.
He got up suddenly. Blaine looked up at him in confusion. "Hey, where are you going?"
"I'm going to go buy some frozen yogurt," he explained as headed out the door. "I really need some right now."
A/N: Sorry if Blaine comes off as kinda a jerk in this chapter. But come on! He's in love *sappy harp music insert*. And Wes, you really can never have too much frozen yogurt.
Lovin' the love guys!