When Kurt and Blaine woke up the next morning, Wes was nowhere in sight. This didn’t concern the two boys too much considering that he probably went for a walk to clear his thoughts.
David woke up in the morning head pounding from how he cried himself to sleep last night. He thought that friendships where supposed to be easy. How could he have been such a twat and forgot about Wes and Charmaine breaking up? He felt sick to the stomach. Getting up he brushed his hair quickly not caring that he was in the same clothes as he was last night. The only person who would care would be Kurt and he can’t really focus on Mercedes at the moment. How the fuck was he going to fix this with Wes?
Mercedes didn’t really sleep last night. She couldn’t help herself but cry because she knew it was her fault that David and Wes had been fighting. Texting Kurt, she asked him if he could come to her room. Hoping that she didn’t just wake the boy as everybody at Dalton plus Mercedes knew what Kurt was like when he has just been woken up.
Wes sat in the back seat of his car not knowing what to do. The last fight David and Wes had of this magnitude was back in junior year when Hannah (a girl who Wes swore he was in love with) rejected him and asked David out who then said yes. Wes had not spoken to the other boy for about three weeks afterwards and it really was a hard time for both the boys. Wes smiled sadly at the memory of how he walked into their shared room at Dalton and realised that Hannah was crying because David had just broken up with her because he couldn’t stand the effect their relationship was having on his friendship with Wes. They were like brothers. Holding back a choked sob, Wes brushed a hand through his hair. Sighing he put his head back trying to get some sleep.
Kurt woke up with his phone buzzing. His first initial reaction was to start curing at whoever had texted him at this ungodly hour. Three things stopped him. 1) Blaine was still asleep. 2) He realised it was Mercedes on the other side of the phone. Oh and 3) It was half past ten. Grumbling he quickly sat up and got off the bed smiling at how Blaine frowned at his absence and reached out with his hand trying to find his boyfriend settling on Kurt’s pillow hugging it close and mumbling ‘Kurt’ with a happy sleepy sigh in his sleep. Sometimes thought Kurt, Sometimes Blaine was just too adorable. Shrugging his shoulders he opened the door and walked into Mercedes room.
Mercedes looked up when she heard her door creaking quickly wiping away the tear tracks which were on her face, knowing that whatever she did wouldn’t hide the obvious tracks, she gave up and sat back down looking up and saw Kurt smiling sympathetically down at her which just made the tears run faster so he just sat down and put his arms around her whispering sweet nothing’s trying to calm her down.
“I...I...I don’t know what to do.” Mercedes sobbed into his shoulder consciously hoping this was not one of his designer shirts but knowing Kurt who wore nothing but designer it would be.
“I don’t want to be the one to tell you what to do. But I think I know what you need.” Kurt said choosing his words carefully.
“What?” Mercedes said the hope in her eyes broke his heart.
“You need to talk to him.” Knowing that Mercedes knew he was referring to David, he carried on “You two need to sit down and talk. Not about what’s in here,” he said pointing to her head “But in here he said” Pointing to her heart. She nodded her head in understanding. She knew that David did not like her like that. His comment yesterday about just making her feel welcome proved that point. As much as she knew it would probably put David and her friendship at risk, she knew it was the right thing to do for the both of them. Kurt kissed her cheek and left to go and get a coffee figuring that Mercedes needed time to herself which she agreed with.
Sitting in the caf� on his own Kurt sighed wondering what on earth has happened in the past day. It was supposed to be a fun holiday with his best friends and boyfriend. Sighing he sipped his coffee when a familiar voice met his ears.
“Kurt?” Blaine asked with a pouting look on his face.
“Yeah baby it’s me. What’s wrong?”
“I’m cold and you were not there when I woke up.” Blaine replied in a sulking childlike voice.
“Awww hunny I’m so sorry Mercedes texted me and I had to go see her. You were not complaining much when I left though. Practically strangling my poor pillow.” Kurt teased and Blaine mumbled back couple of words which sounded like ‘yeah well you smell nice and it helps me sleep.’ Kurt blushed at this and leant over and kissed Blaine on the lips quickly. Well it was supposed to be a quick kiss but Blaine had other ideas and cupped Kurt cheeks as he deepened the kiss. When both boys pulled apart flushing as bright pink as each other, Blaine said
“Well I guess you are forgiven.” Kurt grinned and squeezed his hand.
“Thank Gaga,” he replied back sarcastically pretending to be relieved. Suddenly Kurt’s face changed though,
“What’s wrong?” Blaine asked in confusion.
“Mercedes is talking to David today.” He said simply and Blaine understood quickly.
“Ah.” Was all he could reply?
“Yeah… Ah.” Kurt agreed.
“Come on. Everyone is going to be all tense for today I say we make the most of our alone time and go to our room and cuddle while watching cartoons. The guys know where we are if they need us.” Blaine suggested looking at Kurt with puppy dog eyes which Kurt could never resist.
“You had me at cuddle” Kurt said standing up and grabbing Blaine’s hand.
Mercedes was feeling nervous. Walking down the corridor to the room which Wes and David shared she tried to control her breathing knowing that the next few minutes of her life will impact her greatly. What cans he say? She was as much of a diva as Kurt and Rachel. Hell. Sometimes she could be more of a diva than the two of them combined but right now she knew was not the time to give herself some kind of pep talk. Right now was the time to just DO.
David was just Chanel surfing the TV while continuously texting Wes trying to get the boy to answer him. 17 missed calls later and over 30 ignored text messages turned out to be David’s limit and he was starting to seriously panic.
“Damn it David!” he cursed to himself. “Why are you such an idiot all the time? Can you ever do anything right!” slamming his fist down onto the desk next to his bed he tried to calm himself down. Suddenly at the door was a faint tapping. Walking towards it he opened it up to reveal a slightly nervous and flushed looking Mercedes. She really is beautiful. David thought to himself but mentally shook his head to clear the thought suddenly realising he should have said something by now.
“Oh hey Mercedes. Sorry head was off in another world.” She gave him a half smile and shrugged her shoulders. Noticing the tension in his shoulders he softens his facial features. “Is there anything I can help you with?”
“Erm.” Mercedes said, looking like she was mentally arguing with herself. He heard a muffled ‘fuck it’ and she continued “yeah. I kind of need to talk to you?” She said questioning either if it was ok or if she really wanted to do it.
“Sure. Come in.” David said looking at his room for the first time noticing the mess and once again cursing at himself god she is probably going to think he is a pig or something by now.
“Thanks.” She said. “Which one is yours?” She gestured to the two beds. He pointed to his and Mercedes sat down on Wes’s.
“So?” David asked curiously.
“I need to know something.” Mercedes just came out and said.
“Sure.” David said uncertain about where this is heading.
“Do you… I mean about us… I just… am I just imagining it?” She asked nervously not looking David in the eye and playing with the frayed edges of the pillow near her.
“What do you mean?” David asked hoping this was going the way he thought it was.
“Like. Do you maybe like me? More than a friend?” She breathed out the amount of uncertainty in her voice broke David’s heart. Just as David was about to answer Mercedes carried on.
“Because our phone calls and conversations and secret jokes and flirty looks GOD! David I can’t take it anymore I need to know that you don’t feel the same way so that I can just move on…or something.” She almost pleaded and her eyes were starting to water. Gently David placed a calming hand on her cheek.
“Cedes.” He breathed. “Yes. I do like you. Way more than a friend. I pretty much think I have fallen in love with you!” he almost yelled looking in her eyes though, his ex-girlfriend Hannah, face flashed before his mind. “But I can’t.” He whispered.
“Why?” Mercedes asked confused.
“Because somehow whenever relationships get involved I hurt Wes and I already have. He has known about me being in love with you for months now! And all I do is talk about you. Do you know that Wes’s girlfriend cheated on him and they broke up? I have been so focused on you, that I forgot the amount of pain my best friend is going through. The flirt time I hurt him Cedes I couldn’t take it. This girl, who he liked, liked me and we started to date which hurt him. I broke it off with her because I couldn’t stand to see him upset and knowing that me his best friend made him hurt god Mercedes it killed me. I can’t let you be another Hannah. I can’t hurt you like I hurt her by breaking up with her but I can’t hurt Wes! What kind of person does that make me Mercedes?” He raised his voice at the last sentence. Mercedes just sat there shocked. David ran a hand through his hair and groaned.
“God I am so sorry Mercedes I didn’t mean to raise my voice I just can’t get into a relationship until I know that my friendship with Wes is ok. I can’t keep hurting him the way I have.” The tears were flowing down his face freely now, and Mercedes wrapped her arms around him which he clung to her.
“You are the most beautiful patient caring and loving guy I know David. I just wish I could be like you. Take all the time you need. Fix it with Wes. I will wait I love you too.” She whispered to him. Not being able to hold himself back anymore gently he pressed his lips against Mercedes and sighed finally. Mercedes started to kiss back but then pulled away.
“This is not helping either of us. I will always be there and fighting for you.” She explained to his confused expression.
“It was something to let you know what you’re fighting for.” He said looking her in the eye. “I love you.” He said hugging her when she stood up. He buried his head into the crook of Mercedes neck.
“I love you too David.” She said before untangling herself and walking out the door. Not noticing the figure of Wes which had just ran past the corner.
Wes was in panic. Standing outside his and David’s door wanting to talk to him he heard David say, “I can’t be in relationship.” He refused to be the reason why his best friend is sad again. Something had to be done.