Rated M because of abuse. Might turn into multichapter if people want it to. But it will have to wait until I'm done with my other GLEE stories.


"Oh come on Wes, you have to admit it was fun", Nick said a few hours after the Warblers' GAP-Attack. All boys were gathered in the Warbler Hall once again and the look on Wes' face told them all he was not as amused as they were.

"We made complete fools out of ourselves", Wes said and looked at Blaine. "Some more than others and the manager at the GAP were not amused about our antics."

"Oh come on Wes", David told his friend. "Please don't tell me you didn't enjoy it! The crowd obviously did!"

"But the manager didn't", Wes barked and they all looked at him. "This will mean we will all get into trouble because I can bet good money on that that man picked up his phone and rang to Dalton as soon as we were out of his shop."

"So", Kurt asked. "What are the school gonna do? I mean the shoppers enjoyed the show as did all but two employees."

The others agreed, Wes was standing up, his hands resting on the council table and his face resembled that of a storm cloud.

"Oh come on Wes", Blaine said, the most used phrase of the day. "Lighten up a bit. It was fun, see even I think it was kinda fun and I was making the biggest fool out of myself."

"Yeah come on", David teased and started to poke Wes in the side. "Where's that smile?"

The other boys all started to call to Wes about smiling or admitting he had fun. The calls went something like this:

"Come on Wessy!"

"Smile a little!"

"Where's that goofy grin?"

"You can do it!"

"Smile, smile, smile."

"Please smile."

"Pretty please smile."

"Will you smile if I make a joke?"

All this was said at the same time… while David was still poking Wes in the side. After a bit Wes snorted, shook his head and smiled.

"Aha!" David said triumphant. "There's that smile!"

"Can you admit now that you had fun", Thad asked almost going puppy-eyes on his friend.

"Fine", Wes said, threw up his hands and smiled. "I had a little fun."

"WHOO!" the Warblers cheered. To get the overly serious Wes to have fun was an accomplishment in itself. Wes laughed and shook his head fondly and when he was about to sit down again the door opened and Mr. Moore, the principal's secretary entered.

"Mr. Moore", Wes greeted him standing up straight again.

"The principal wishes to see you", Mr. Moore said calmly.

"Okay", Wes said. "Thad. David."

The other two council members rose.

"Um actually", Mr. Moore said and the two boys froze. "He only wishes to see you Mr. Montgomery."

Wes blinked in confusion and noticed the Warblers stare at him equally confused.

"Very well then", Wes said and walked around the council table. "Boys continue without me, I will be back soon." He followed Mr. Moore out and as soon as the doors closed the Warblers started to talk worriedly, Kurt didn't though. He had never seen the boys like this and he was confused. He patted Nick on the shoulder and the younger boy turned to him.

"What's gotten everyone so worked up", Kurt asked him.

"The principal only wanting to talk to Wes", Nick said. "Whenever the principal wonders something about the Warblers it always the entire council he talks to. When individual Warblers are in trouble one of the council members are always there too…. This is a first!"

Kurt understood why that could be scary for the Warblers, the boys at Dalton were all about routines and traditions and when one of these were broken… Well the result were chaos… and now the only one to take them through the chaos without losing his mind himself was not there. Kurt sighed and prayed to Gaga that things would turn out right.


Wes knocked on the door to Principal Thompson's office and stepped inside when he heard a muffled: "Come in." Wes opened the door and stepped inside. The room was filled with dark, heavy wooden furniture and big, thick, heavy draperies that Wes knew Kurt hated... to put it mildly. There was an old fading carpet on the floor but the windows were really big and let in a lot of light. But it only made the room a bit dusky. Principal Thompson sat behind the big wooden desk.

"You wanted to see me sir", Wes said politely as he closed the door.

"Yes Mr. Montgomery I did", Thompson said and pointed at the chair in front of his desk with his pen. "Take a seat."

Wes sat down and waited for the principal to finish his paperwork and he didn't have to wait long. Thompson smacked with his lips, put his pen and paper aside, took off his glasses and gave Wes a serious look.

"Mr. Montgomery I got a disconcerting phone call today from the manager of the GAP in the mall", he said.

"I see", Wes said calmly. He had been expecting this after all.

"He claimed that a big group of my finest young men caused ruckus in his store and scared away his customers and embarrassed themselves and the employees of the store. Did you know how they did that?"

Wes opened his mouth to speak but the glare he was sent shut him up.

"It was a rhetoric question", Thompson continued. "Of course you know how they did that, since you were there leading this attack."

"Sir-"

"I do not want to hear it Montgomery. Only explain to me how the Warbler council could agree to this foolish idea of singing a very offending song for one of the employees and scaring the innocent bystanders."

"First of all sir we did not scare the bystanders", Wes said sharply. "They were all smiling and enjoying the show. The song choice I agree could have been done better but the performance was flawless and a good experience for the Warblers. The council agreed to this because the Warblers have no contact with the outside world and we needed to practice performances in front of hostile crowds if we ever want to win regionals again."

"And who gave the council that idea?"

"That would be me sir", Wes said, not going to let Kurt and Blaine take the fall. It was his big-brother-instincts that kicked in. "Warbler Blaine asked me how he should approach a boy he likes and ask him to go out with him and I suggested a public performance with the Warblers' help."

"Montgomery is this true?"

"Yes sir. I admit that I should have double checked the song choice but except for one line in the song the song was good and the number splendid."

"Ah yes that line", Thompson said. "Well Mr. Montgomery this is a serious situation."

"I agree sir."

"There must be a suitable punishment delivered of course."

"I see sir."

"And I have decided to punish the brains behind this stupid idea."

"I understand sir."

"Montgomery you are too an important student at this school and for our records as well. So to expelling you or suspend you is out of the question."

"I see sir."

"I cannot give you detention since this ruckus did not occur on school grounds."

"It is a problem sir. May I still suggest suspension?"

"No."

"I am sorry sir. But then what punishment shall I have?" Wes looked on in confusion as the principal, a man of old standards walked over to a closet and opened it. Wes' eyes widened when he saw what the man was holding. It was a hard, thin and long rod made of wood. The man looked at it and turned to Wes.
"The reprimand must be a warning Montgomery and be so horrible you will not make this kind of mistake ever again."

"I understand sir", Wes said, he was horrified but his voice gave nothing away. The principal walked up to him and grabbed hold of his hair pulling him up. Wes winced and hissed.

"Take off your blazer and shirt Montgomery", he ordered and dragged Wes to the short end of the desk before letting go. "And if you have something underneath the shirt, remove it as well. I will use this on your back."

"I understand sir", Wes said and took off his blazer, tie and shirt.

"Lean over", the man said and Wes leaned forward and held on to the desk.

"I'm ready sir", he said and prepared for the slapping.

"The only question left", the principal said rubbing his chin. "Is how many slaps you should have."

"Your choice sir", Wes said politely… although he was terrified inside.

"Fine then", the principal said. "Montgomery how many boys are in the Warblers?"

"With me, 16 sir", Wes explained.

"Fine, you shall have a slap for each one. How many customers did you see in that store and how many employees?"

"Uh I think I saw ten customers and five employees, sir."

"How many days are left of this month?"

"16 sir", Wes answered and felt a knot in his stomach.

"Fine then", the man said and stood behind Wes. "16 slaps for the boys in the Warblers, 10 for the customers, 6 for the employees and 16 for the days left of this month. How many is that Montgomery?"

"48 sir", Wes said calmly, but he was horrified inside.

"Hm… let's say fifty."

"But-" Wes was cut off when a burning pain started up his back after a loud SMACK echoed around the room. At first he only hissed at each slap and fought the tears from escaping his eyes. But after a bit… he couldn't take it anymore and he let them fall and started to yelp with each hit. His back was on fire! It hurt so badly! He was sweaty and shaking and with each hit he yelped again and then bit his lip to keep from screaming out again.


David drummed his fingers on the table watching the door. Wes had been gone for a long time. The others were also watching the door. After a few more minutes the handle turned and the door slowly opened. Wes entered and David felt his brow furrow in confusion. Wes blazer was slung over his arm the tie only hung around his neck, his shirt was unbuttoned so they saw the white t-shirt underneath, he was pale a sweaty, his hair was sticking to his sweaty forehead and he had tear tracks on his cheeks. The Warblers all rose and Wes closed the door without saying a word and stumbled inside.

"Wes", Fred exclaimed and grabbed him by the arm to keep him from falling.

"I'm fine", Wes grumbled and straightened himself.

"Dude what the hell happened", Jeff asked putting a hand on Wes shoulder and the older boy stiffened. "You okay?"

"I'm fine", Wes said again and pushed their hands off of him. He took a step forward but stumbled again. Fred and Jeff grabbed him and Wes gasped when their hands touched his back. He pressed his teeth together, closed his eyes and wheezed.

"Wes?" Blaine exclaimed in horror. The older boy took a few deep breaths and then straightened up.

"I'm okay", he said and pulled his arms out of the grip on them.

"The hell you are", David growled. "What's going on?"

"Nothing!" Wes yelled and sat down on a nearby chair and leaned on the small table in front of it. He ran a hand over his face. Jeff walked over and felt his forehead.

"No fever", he said and Wes glared at him. "What? You're all sweaty and pale so I guessed-"

"Well you guessed wrong", Wes cut him off sharply. "Leave me alone." He gently pushed Jeff's hand aside but then groaned and pressed his arm to his chest. Every movement seemed to be pure agony for him.

"Dude!" Nick said. "What happened?"

"Principal Thompson", Wes spat. "Found out about the GAP-attack and decided to give out a, to him, suitable punishment on the behalf of the employees, shoppers and days left of the month and instead of punishing all 16 Warblers he saw it fit to punish the one that came up with this idea to start with."

"But", Blaine asked and looked at Kurt and then back at Wes. "That's me and Kurt…"

"No", Wes spat looking at him sharply. "It was me got it?"

"Wes we can't let you take a punishment for what we did!"

"I already did so drop it!"

"What?" David asked shocked. "What kind of punishment?"

"Nothing", Wes grumbled and looked away from the boys.

"But-"

"Nothing so drop it for fuck's sake!" Wes yelled furiously.

Wes shout made all Warblers take a step back in shock. Wes groaned and leaned his arms on the table in front of him and buried his face in them. Fred looked at the others and then at Wes' back. He had a feeling Wes' back was the reason he was in agony. He quietly stalked up to Wes and gripped the bottom of his shirt and t-shirt… and pulled them up. Wes jumped and gasped in shock and pain. Fred's eyes went wide as tennis balls as he stared at the council head's back. It was red and dark bruises were already starting to form.

"Holy fucking shit", Fred swore and backed away, letting Wes' shirt drop again. "Wes-"

"Don't", Wes spat fixing his shirt and getting up.

"What the hell did he do to you?" Fred yelled and the other Warblers looked from him to Wes' back.

"Nothing!" Wes yelled struggling to get his blazer on, he couldn't even get his shaking hands into the sleeves. He was also moving towards the door.

"It didn't look like nothing!" Fred yelled and stepped in Wes' path. "Wes what the hell?"

"Move", Wes growled and stepped around him and headed for the door again. But Joseph and James blocked it. Wes sighed and turned around. All Warblers watched him worriedly.

"Stop looking at me like that", Wes spat.

"Wes", a soft voice said and he turned to his right and saw Kurt walk towards him.

"What", Wes spat. As an answer Kurt just put his arms around Wes' neck and pulled him into a hug. Wes' eyes went wide and Kurt buried his face in Wes' neck. He started to sob.

"I'm sorry Wes", he choked out.

Wes' face crumbled by then. The furious look died away and he started to cry, throwing his arms around Kurt and holding him close. Neither boy said anything and the other Warblers walked behind Wes and David gently lifted up Wes' shirt and t-shirt so his back became visible to all of them. They all stared at their leader's back and Blaine felt sick because he realized… Wes took this… this damage… this hurt for him and Kurt!

"Good God", Frank said and looked around. Most of the Warblers looked horrified. Others looked murderous. They didn't know what to do… but what they did know was that Wes was going to need them for the next couple of days.


The End?