#warbler david

Blaine: No one! They’re my friends. I wouldn’t punch any of them. 

Sebastian: Hunter?

I definitely don’t own Glee and the Warblers.

“Are you sure we should go with the duet?” Thad asked his fellow councilmen. He took a sip from his coffee cup. The three Warblers were having their weekly council meeting.

Wes nodded, absently toying with his gavel in his hands. “Yes. Kurt’s singing voice is excellent. He will do well.”

“And it’s not like Blaine would sing with anyone else,” David smirked as he flipped through his notes of the latest Warblers meeting.

Wes chuckled and Thad rolled his eyes. “True,” Wes said, “I’ve never seen him so absolutely smitten. Its adorable.”

“I dunno,” Thad said with a hint of exasperation in his voice, “Don’t you think they’re moving too fast?”

David looked up at him, smirk still in place. “You’re just annoyed that you lost that bet with Jeff.”

Thad frowned down at his coffee cup.

David turned another page in his notebook, and his eyes lit up. “Oooh, Wessie, did you draw this?”

Thad made a gagging sound at the term of endearment. Wes blushed and swatted the back of David’s head lightly. “Don’t call me that.”

David ignored him. He held up his notebook facing towards the other two upperclassmen. A beautiful sketch of Pavarotti was on the page. He beamed at Wes. “You drew this, didn’t you? Don’t lie, I know your art style. And besides, you’re the only other person who uses my notebooks.” Wes’ eyes fell to his gavel. “Shut up, David.” He mumbled.

“It looks great, Wes.” Thad said with a smile, “I’m surprised. I didn’t know you were an artist.”

“I’m not…” Wes tried to say, but David rolled his eyes and poked him with his pen. “Yes, you are. Stop it. I don’t get why you’re so conscious about it.”

“You’re the only one who’s ever liked my work, besides Thad,” Wes added, sending Thad a glance and a smile as a silent thank you. “Well that’s because you’ve never actually shown your stuff to anyone else.” David responded. He tapped Wes’ hand with his pen. “You, Wesley Montgomery, are a talented artist, and you’ve got to start believing that.”

Wes smiled at him happily and David held his gaze. They stayed like that for a while until Thad let out a long-suffering sigh. “If you two are going to start making out again–”

“Thad!” Wes exclaimed, blushing furiously.

“I’m just saying, if you want to, then by all means go ahead, I’m not going to stop you–”

“Thad, we’re not–”

“–but give me a chance to leave the room first this time.”

Wes’ hold on the gavel tightened and he looked away, embarrassed.

David threw his hands up in the air. “Come on, man, that was one time, let it go.”

“The image of you two lip locking has been forever burned into my retinas, David. I just don’t want to see a repeat performance.”

Wes dropped his face into his hand. “Let’s call it a day.”

“Mhm, you just really want some, don’t you, Wesley?”