It was Little-miss-laughs-alot that inspired me to write this oneshot. There might be more of them to come, some will be AU and some will be missing scenes from Little or Big Brother Wes. So it is necessary for you to have read those stories first ;)

Little brother is now Big brother

Nathan and Otto were both thinking that they were geniuses. They could easily surprise Wes from here… and scare the crap out of him at the same time… while also embarrassing their little brother in front of the Warblers of that year. Wes would, if they counted it correctly, be a junior by now. They weren't unfamiliar to the other Warbler either. They had met most of them at the annual Warbler Midsummer Party that Kim always arranged, with different hosts each year because everyone wanted to host.

Otthan as the duo always called themselves may not remember all names but they knew a few… especially the names of two of the shortest boys they had met… Wes included. They remembered Thad and Blaine because the two had seemed to be afraid of everything around them. The thing with those Warbler Midsummer Parties… the Warblers from Wes' first year at Dalton mostly stuck to themselves and didn't really let anyone else in on the group.

So the guys that were younger than Otthan stuck together instead… it wasn't the best way but the first group just had something special in their relationship that the others didn't. But they had also noticed something else… the freshmen that summer stuck to Wes' side like kittens to their mom. Did that mean little brother was now big brother? Surely not. I mean they could not have missed their little brother become big brother… right?

Anyway right now the duo was hiding in the Warbler Hall, with a sheet in their hands and wicked smiles on their faces. They were just waiting for Wes to take his seat at the table. They knew he was still chairman and they weren't surprised, Otto had chosen him after all because he knew Wes was a leader within… and because none of the older boys that year had what it took to be chairman. The boys that were seniors weren't unfamiliar to Otthan either because the group had been sophomores when they were seniors themselves.

"You think he'll squeak, squawk or yelp", Nathan sniggered at Otto. They had put a pin on Wes' chair, knowing he wouldn't check it before he sat down. They had done the same to Jerry, Brad and Austin… Nathan had tried doing it to Otto but it hadn't worked.

"Yelp", Otto said calmly and then they heard the doors opening and happy voices were talking loudly. Otto smiled, nothing changed. It was a whole new generation of Warblers but they were all still happy, hyper and loud… as always.

"Okay lads settle down", a calm voice said and the volume decreased dramatically at ones. Otto and Nathan stared at each other. Was that? No! It could not have been! They peaked out through the fireplace behind the council table, where they were hiding. It was so dark and deep no one could see them. The boys knew it had been an old escape tunnel but they didn't know how to open it, shame.

"Come on Wes", a voice said. "You have to admit that it is exciting!"

"Not really", Wes said calmly. "What is so exciting about a pair of pranksters?"

"Dude it's the king of pranks", someone shouted.

"Volume Jeff, I'm not deaf."

"Sorry… but… but it's the Dalton prank kings we are talking about! How can you not be excited about that?"

"Pranks has never been my favorite spare time activity."

"Why", a shy voice asked.

"Because Trent, I've been victim of many a cruel prank. A green menace nearly blinded me once."

Otthan sniggered, knowing what menace he was talking about. Remember? Otto, Nathan and Julian dumped slushies on Jerry, Lucas and Wes in the library. They had to pay for it though but it was still worth it seeing stuck up Lucas and Jerry green and sticky. They saw someone move to the center chair and pulled it out. They smirked evilly as this someone sat down and they saw him twitch but the person did nothing else.

"Now shall we talk about what I heard some of our seniors complain about in the hallway", Wes said calmly.

"Oh come on it was not that bad", a voice said.

"Peter", Wes said sharply. "You were discussing of kicking someone out of the club because of a handicap."

"Well we can't win because of that! We need to do more than two-step!"

"I know for a fact that's not what the older Warblers did", another voice spat.

"Juan", Wes said sharply. "I will not deny that you are speaking the truth but have any of you even thought about what Oliver is thinking about this?"

Nathan and Otto recognized that type of silence. It was the kind of silence that followed when someone was feeling ashamed. They saw Wes move his hand so that he knocked his pencil down on the floor. He bent down to get it and managed to swipe the pin at the same time without anyone noticing. As he grabbed the pen he suddenly froze.

"Alexander", he said sharply. "Walk out that door and you are out of the Warblers." Wes sat up straight again and Nathan's chin hit the floor… well would have if it was possible. There was no way Wes could have seen the boy leave in the position he was. Wes sat up again.

"Look", Wes continued. "I know you all want to do a bit more advanced dancing but is that really fair to Oliver?"

"It's not our fault he has an artificial leg", someone spat. "He could join another club."

"What club would that be", Wes asked calmly, putting the pin on the table. "You know as well as I do that he hates the academic clubs because he thinks it's boring. He loves music and to sing and the Warblers is about being a family. We don't push anyone aside just because of a slight problem they have."

"Yeah you know all about that don't ya", someone spat.

"Howard", a guy beside Wes cut in. "Shut up."

"Guys", Wes cut in before an argument could start. "Drop it. Howard is right, I know all about that. Being at Dalton for a few years make you see stuff you wouldn't see at other schools. But now I'm going to ask you all this… if you were in Oliver shoes. Would you want to be part of a club that you love and its members show you sympathy by doing two out of three numbers without advanced dancing you can't handle or be a part of a club where no one is doing anything to help you… at all? It's not Oliver's fault that that car exploded when he was 15. It's not his fault he has an artificial leg and we are not and I repeat we are not to give him hell for it. Have I made myself clear?"

Low murmurs were heard.

"I said", Wes said sharply. "Have I made myself clear?"

"Yes sir", the whole room said and Otthan heard the doors open and someone limping inside.

"Sorry I'm late", the newcomer said. "It's kinda far and hard to get here when you can't run from the other side of the school."

"It's okay Oliver we understand", one of the boys next to Wes said. "Are you okay? You look as if you are in pain."

"My leg has been bothering me all day… you will most likely have to perform without me tomorrow."

"Are you sure", a voice asked. "We will if you want us to."

"We most certainly will not", Wes said sharply and Otto was yet again amazed at the power in his voice.

"Wes it's no problem", Oliver said. "I'm okay with it."

"You mouth speak one meaning but your eyes a complete different one Oliver", Wes said softly. "We are a family and we won't do this without you. We need you."

"Oh please all I do is cause you guys trouble and distress because I can't dance… you don't need me."

"Yes we do", Wes said calmly and moved away from the table and out of Otthan's view. "Ollie you are just as a big part of this group as anyone else. You are the strongest bass we have and you are a great help when it comes to keep the other basses in tune. They follow your lead which is perfect. Without you the bass section would be good instead of perfect."

"Wes come one, you don't mean that."

"I'm saying it in front of everyone so I must be. Look Ollie when you joined the Warblers our 'elders' assured you that we would make sure you could always perform with us. They promised you as much and I intend to keep that promise. Now stop looking so sad and get that amazing smile onto your face again."

They heard chuckles all around.

"Thanks bro", Oliver said. "It means a lot to me that I can always count on the Warblers."

"I know the feeling", Wes said with warmth in his voice and he returned to the council table. "Now shall we get started?"

Otthan took that as their cue and left the fireplace, holding the sheet up. The Warblers stared at them in shock but Otto held a finger to his lips. The Warblers started grinning, the only ones not noticing what was going on was Wes and the two boys beside him. Otthan reached them and was about to drop down the sheet on them when:

"Nate, Otto if you drop that thing onto us I will personally castrate you."

Otto and Nathan gaped as Wes turned around and glared at them. The Warblers also gaped or looked amused.

"How did you know it was us?!" Nathan asked letting go of the sheet.

"Well let's see", Wes said and started to count on his fingers. "One, there was a pin on my chair and the only people I know who are childish enough to pull that off are you two nitwits. Two all the Warblers are in front of me. Three… you did the same thing to Jerry, Brad and Austin. Four there has been talk of the Dalton prank kings being seen… a title you two have in your possession… even though Niff is a very close second…" Wes then smiled. "It's good to see you both though."

Otto blinked but then grinned and Wes got up. Otto grabbed him and pulled him over the chair and into a tight hug. Nathan joined in on it.

"We missed you lil' bro!" Nathan cheered.

"You saw me at midsummer", Wes croaked out from within the bone-crushing double hug.

"True but we miss you constantly", Otto said happily.

Wes shook his head and looked out over the room and blushed. All Warblers were looking at him with big grins on their faces.

"Okay, okay you've hugged me", Wes said to the two "men". "So let me go now!"

"Killjoy", Nathan said but they did and grinned wide. Wes brushed off his blazer and looked around the room, everyone was grinning wide at him and he rolled his eyes.

"What is this", he asked. "A toothpaste commercial? Stop grinning and get out of here. The meeting is obviously dismissed."

The Warblers left and Wes turned to Otto and Nathan, big grin on his face now and he jumped into Nathan's yet again open arms. He was still their little brother of course… when no one else was watching.

That's that ;) Wes can still be a little brother... when none of his little brothers are watching ;)