Always.

Something we all agree on

the-hypocritical-critic:

anderberrypie:

captainemilee:

fuckyeahgleelove:

whenidance:

warblersforever:

If Wes and his gavel were here…

None of this shit would be happening

ACCURATE.

MOTHAFUCKIN TRUTH

lolololololol

T R U T H

The best part about this post is the sheer amount of fucking notes on it.

Wes does not stand for tyrannical little meerkats messing with his OTP.

“Wes!” Thad and David shrieked before launching themselves at the former head of the council, who had flown in from college at their insistence.  David nearly knocked him over as he grabbed his shoulders and pulled him into a bone-crunching hug while Thad hugged him around his knees and whimpered.

“There, there, gents,” Wes said gently, rubbing David’s back and patting Thad’s head.

“Let me guess,” a rough voice spoke softly, and Thad and David jumped to their feet and stood just behind Wes.  The boy, tall and handsome with a wry grin on his face, took a few steps toward them until he was towering over Wes. “Back to reclaim your Warblers?”

“Who are you?”

“Sebastian Smythe, the new captain of the Warblers.”

“Captain?  Captain?!” Wes shouted, seizing Sebastian by the lapels of his blazer and thrusting him up against the wall, sending one of the hanging tapestries crashing to the floor. “The Warbler Council is modeled after the First Triumvirate of Ancient Rome, and I am Julius Caesar!  I am the only Warbler with the authority to turn this into a dictatorship.  Until I command otherwise, once a man is a Warbler, he is always a Warbler, and that most definitely includes Kurt Hummel and Blaine Anderson.  So step aside, Brutus.”

The expression on Sebastian’s face was a contorted between distress, amusement, and undeniable arousal.

Wes/Sebastian?

I ship it.