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Defining Moments

By: CrazedLunatic

Chapter One

"Are you sure we should visit him in the hospital? Do you think we should wait until he's home?" Wes whispered loudly as he and his best friend David walked down the third floor hall of Nationwide Children's Hospital in Westerville.

"All we're doing is offering to show him around Dalton and stuff. It's not like we're trying to sell him stuff." David responded, a bit anxiously. "I don't think he'll mind… I've talked to him a few times. He's always seemed really nice… quiet, but really nice."

"I'd be quiet if I had a dad like his too. He looks like a real—." Wes trailed off at the look on David's face. "Sorry. You know it's true, though. You're just too nice to say it."

"We should probably go in. Mom will worry if we take too long. Maybe we should have brought her with us… His parents might not let us in."

"I've never visited someone in a hospital before." Wes said thoughtfully, looking around. "The walls are very bright."

"It's a children's hospital. And he's not dying, Wes." David sighed a bit. "Mom said this was the room number. Please, for the love of God, do not try to force him to join the Warblers. We want him to feel like he can come to us if he needs anything. That's the whole point of this visit. You'll scare him."

"Fine, fine. I will not mention the word warbler. But if I don't promote the club I'll never get to be on the panel when I'm a senior and I want that gavel." Wes said, glancing at the door. "Let's go. I've never actually talked to him so you should go in first. It might be less awkward that way."

"Alright." David nodded and quietly knocked on the door to Blaine's hospital room three times before slowly opening it and poking his head in. "Mr. and Mrs. Anderson, we just wanted to visit— oh. You're alone."

Blaine Anderson looked up from his book, hazel eyes widening in shock.

"Er… We just…"

"Holy. Shit." Wes said, coming in behind David.

Blaine frowned and took a deep breath, not saying anything. He tried very hard not to think of the fact that two people—one he didn't even know—were in his hospital room. Seeing him in the uncomfortable pajamas his mom had brought and seeing the bruises on his face. Not embarrassing in the slightest.

"Who did that to you?" Wes asked bluntly.

"Don't know." Blaine lied. "What do you want?" He cringed a bit. He hadn't meant to sound so mean. "I mean… I mean why are you here?"

"Where are your parents?" David asked quietly, inching in a bit more. Now he really wished his mom had come, because Blaine needed an adult with him. Someone with him. But clearly he was all alone. "Are you alone?"

"My dad is at work." Was all that Blaine said, casting his eyes down at his book as he closed it.

"Your mom doesn't work." David said. "Where is she?"

"She's not here." Blaine's voice was soft and it was hard to make out his words because he was still looking down, voice coming out muffled.

David made his way farther into the room, not stopping until he reached the bed. "You're starting Dalton after winter break, right?"

Blaine bit his lip, not saying anything.

"We want to show you around." David continued as if Blaine had answered. "Wes and I— I know you don't talk to him much but he goes too— but we'd like to… show you around. If you'll let us?"

Blaine shrugged one shoulder and winced a bit.

Wes came closer to the bed, leaning down. "What those kids did to you isn't okay."

Blaine looked up, tears filling his eyes. He opened his mouth and then closed it, looking away.

"Have you been alone since the dance on Friday?" David asked quietly.

"M-My mom and Dad were h-here Friday night. T-They left when I was set up in a room." Blaine's voice cracked and his shoulders started to shake. "My m-mom visited y-yesterday."

"Are you joking?" David asked, very carefully putting his hand on Blaine's shoulder. He knew the answer though. Blaine wasn't joking. "Blaine, when do you get to leave?"

"T -Tonight." Blaine choked out.

"Do you want to spend the night with Wes and I?" David asked. "We're going to eat junk food and stay up all night watching funny movies."

"I d-don't think you want to have me at your house." Blaine took a deep breath, trying to calm himself.

"Are you kidding? My mom thinks you're the most adorable thing ever." David said gently. "And it gets a little boring with just the two of us. The more the merrier."

Blaine reached a hand up, rubbing his teary eyes with the back of his hand. "A-Are you s-sure?"

"Yeah." David nodded, giving Blaine a sad smile. "We're sure."

"I'm Wes by the way." Wes said, holding out his hand for Blaine to shake. "I never really get to talk to you since we sit on opposite ends of the church but I was wondering… do you know how to sing?"

I couldn't get this idea out of my head so I've decided to write a very short six chapter short story. It will contain some of the defining moments of the Blaine/David/Wes friendship, mainly because I like working on my version of Blaine's backstory and this was a good excuse to do it. Thanks for reading the first chapter! I hope you enjoyed it!