Warbler Infections

Chapter 23: "You've got to hide your love away"

Friday October 8th, 2010
David's POV:

   "I have to do what?!"

   Hunter rolled his eyes as he lightly shoved me. "You heard me Thompson. Take Wes to the formal, unless that's too difficult for the 'dare devil'. In that case we can call your mommy and you can take her." He and the others teased.

    Would this actually be a problem? Wes is my best friend. So why does it feel so wrong to go to the dance with him? I'd much rather go with him than some basic bitch from Crawford. It'll just be as buddies.

   "No need to contact my dearest mother, Clarington. I accept."

   The guys whooped and cheered, except Wes who looked like he might faint. "Wes, is that fine with you? Because if you already have a date than you should go with her."

   He snapped out of his trance, eyes slightly worried but determined. "I wasn't planning on going but you've got a deal. As long as you warn me the next time you want to host a rave in our dorm."

  We leaned across the circle shaking hands to lock in the promise. "Works for me."

  The game went on with the ticking hours. The dares steadily got more insane and the truths became more invasive, if that's even possible.

   Trent dared Jack to get doused with Pepsi in the bathtub while blindfolded, then Jack asked Dylan to explain the last time he got laid in full detail. Dylan dared Blaine to prank call the school offices, pretending to be an eighty year old substitute who lost her dentures down the toilet. Gotta give respect where it's deserved.

  "Your turn Kurtie. What will it be?" Blaine was still catching his breath after the encounter with the stubborn school secretary on the phone.

   "Truth. And after this we need to get some sleep. Cause I'm not helping when one of you inevitably falls off the stage tomorrow." He stated, dramatically filing his nails and sipping sparkling cider.

  "Somebody's got a case of the late night sass. We'll make this quick and painless. Who've you got a crush on?"

   Kurt raised his eyebrows, dropping the nail file and turning dangerously pale. All eyes were on him as he panicked. "Um, I'm not sure, well maybe, is it possible for me to pass?"

   Seeing as it was the last question and the others were more or less unconscious, there really was no need. But Alex, an angry drunk, thought otherwise.

   "That's not how we play this game sweetheart. Why don't you spill the beans? It's not like you haven't fantasized about each and everyone of us kissing you senseless. Am I right princess?" He crawled closer, tracing Kurt's smooth skin with his rough fingers.

   "I don't - that isn't true - please don't touch me." The small boy cowered.

  "I wouldn't try to fight it lovely. Do what I.."

  "What the hell do you think you're doing!" Somebody had thrown Alex off of Kurt, taking the shaking boy into his arms.

  Alex wasn't having any of it. "Get off you asshole he's mine!"

  Despite his short stature, Blaine was still intimidating. "We'll maybe if you didn't treat everybody like shit he would be!" He let go if Kurt, standing eye to eye with the hulk that was Alex.

   The boys began pushing and shoving, neither realizing that Kurt was frantically trying to separate them. Full chaos erupted. Drinks were spilled, faces were slapped, and very profane words were said.

   "Someone bit me!" Karl screamed out.

  Thad ran to the other side of the room. "Guys, I think I saw a person fall out the window."

  The speakers blew out, leaving only yells and declarations of war to echo in the dorm. Blaine gained an advance on Alex, knocking him into the bathroom door. The latter slid down, groaning in pain. Kurt, still terrified of him, wrapped his arms around himself, sobbing out.

   Nick and Jeff took cover in the closet, most likely continuing their....earlier activities. Hunter and I worked on the smaller altercations. Breaking the crazy tired guys apart. Sebastian moved the sleeping bodies to the center of the living room, cursing in French under his breath.

   Twenty minutes later it was just Wes and me still awake. We had cleaned up the mess we could in the pitch darkness. Everyone else would start another fit if we turned on the lights.

"I have this under control. Does that sound familiar David?" Wes was about to go off on one of his many lectures. At least this time I actually deserve it.

  "I know, I know. Let's just save the TedTalk for the next time since this exact thing will happen again." Wes crossed his arms and shook his head.

  "I'm less concerned about your lack of character and more about the fact that we have to go to sectionals like this in eight hours."

  Right. Sectionals. Add that to the list of problems.

  Hey guys! Here's part two to the train wreck extravaganza. The goal was to get some couples closer but I think I just made things worse. Oops. Well Wednesday will finally be sectionals because I've been pushing it off forever. Just a quick question for those who read my authors notes. What country do you live in and what grade are you in? I'm curious and I'd like to know the demographic of my readers. I'm an eighth grader in the United States. I know, America kinda sucks. Only share the information you're comfortable sharing with me. Have a great morning, afternoon, or night. You are protected.
Your fellow gleek,
  - Lindsay 💕