I shipped Werek for a tinee tiny bit for awhile after reading this:
"What’s in this that you need a colour guard with you?" asked Wes, taking it gingerly. "Anthrax? To ensure the complete knockout of our entire in-house Warbler lineup? You already did get everyone when you put laxatives in our drinks before we could perform A Very Potter Musical and steamroller you last year, but with Kurt here…"
Derek’s smirk hardened. “No, actually, it’s chunk of C4 to get back at you people for replacing our centennial sculpture’s head with the head of the Pillsbury Dough Boy.” He snorted. “No, I’m afraid it’s a present. Why Logan would have any more interest in someone from Windsor, though…”
"You jealous, Derek?" Wes smiled now. "No, honest question. Worried about competition after having Logan all to yourself since he chased away his last Windsor conquest? Thanks for breaking his heart, by the way—we were sohappy when second lead soloist moved away—"
"Wow, you really think you’re funny—"
"Whoah!" Dwight ran in between the two boys when Derek took a step forward.
I regret nothing.