Wes sat on top of Windsor, staring up at the moon. He did this often, just to clear his mind and think. All of Windsor knew what he thought about, but never questioned him about it. Ever since Parent's Day last year, they all knew.

Wes took in a shaky breathe, staring into the moon and singing softly "

Maybe far away or maybe real nearby. He may be pouring her coffee,she may be straightening his tie. Maybe in a house all hiden by a hill, she's sitting playing piano he's sitting paying a bill. Betcha they're young ,betcha they're smart, bet they collect things like ashtrays and art. Betcha they're good why shouldn't they be? Their one mistake was giving up me! "

He stopped, shaking his head as tears fell, and looked back up at the moon, singing louder and more powerful. "So maybe now this prayer's the last one of its kind." More tears feel down his face, as he sang the last line quietly.

"Won't you please come get your baby, maybe."

He stood, walking across the roof, but stopped when he saw Blaine standing there watching him.

"Hi." Blaine said ,simply.

Wes stood looking at him, then ran forward, into Blaine's arms hugging him tightly and crying into his shoulder. "I love my parents, Blaine, don't get me wrong. I just want to know why the left me."

Blaine rubbed his back and nodded. " We all want to know, Wes. Now, come on. I feel like I'm about to fall off the building."

Wes laughed and followed Blaine down. "Thank you. I don't know what I'd do without all of you."

Blaine laughed and pushed Wes lightly, then looked at him seriously. "We'll always be here for you."