A/N: Hey, we got Angst started! Just wait - the weekend is coming up, it'll be at least finished by Monday :D A PWP Crackfic to tide you over. I'm working on an aftermath from that last episode. I'm still having trouble trying not to cry whenever I think of poor Blaine's face.

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Midterms at Dalton were weird.

The upperclassmen always got overstressed – weird habits would pop out of nowhere.

This was all fine and good for those who were used to this strange behaviour.

But for Kurt…

It was quite amusing.

"Blaine…" Kurt tugged on his uniform, wide eyes following Wes around the room. "Is Wes smoking?"

"Kind of." Blaine said softly, not looking up from where he was typing out his Italian assignment.

Kurt frowned. "I… don't…I didn't know Wes smoked…in the common room…"

Jeff snorted. "He doesn't."

"Look closer." Nick said helpfully.

Kurt did, squinting to figure out exactly what Wes was smoking.

His eyes widened in realization.

"Blaine…" Kurt tugged on his uniform again. "Why is Wes smoking his own gavel?"

"Kurt, I'm trying really hard to concentrate here." Blaine told him, barely glancing up from his laptop. At Kurt's sigh he relented. "He doesn't realise he's doing it. All of the upperclassmen get so stressed that they don't realise what they're doing anymore and walk around in a daze."

Kurt was still wide eyed.

"He doesn't even realize he's smoking his gavel?"

"Nope." Blaine grinned, returning to his laptop.

"...Shouldn't someone try to stop him?" Kurt asked.

Nick and Jeff snorted, trying to contain their amusement.

"Go ahead." Jeff smirked.

Kurt shot him a hesitant glance as he got out of his chair, walking over to where Wes was standing. He was gazing out the window, muttering to himself, casually sucking on the handle of the gavel. Kurt bit his lip, before tapping Wes on the arm.

"Uh…Wes?"

The boy jumped in surprise, whipping around. "What?"

Kurt recoiled, eyes wide. "Why are you smoking?"

"I'm not." He said plainly, sticking the gavel handle back into his mouth.

There was a pause, and Wes moved on, muttering to himself again. Kurt turned around with a raised eyebrow, and spotted Nick and Jeff collapsed against each other in hysterics.

"Once exams are over, everything will be fine." Blaine said softly, typing away.

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Sure enough, the day after exams, Wes woke up and wasn't seen carrying around his gavel. He sat at the dining table with a coffee, a blissed out expression on his face.

"How'd exams go?" Blaine worked up the courage to ask, sliding into the seat with Kurt, Nick and Jeff at his side.

Wes grinned. "Perfectly. But I woke up this morning with splinters in my mouth…do you guys know what happened?"

Nick and Jeff almost lost it.

"Well…" Kurt started, but Blaine just placed a gentle hand on his, silencing him.

"Not at all, Wes…maybe you're imagining it"