Part 2

Wes hissed as he lied down on his stomach. He hadn't been able to walk by himself, David and Rock had half carried him to the room he shared with Kurt. Kurt was a junior and not even supposed to stay on the senior floor of the dorm.

The bottom floor was kitchen, common showers (if need be), common rooms and a small gym. The second floor, really big as it was, roomed the freshmen, sophomores and juniors and the rooms were full at the beginning of the semester. The seniors had the top floor all to themselves and the rooms where never full.

Wes had insisted on having Kurt room with him because he knew Kurt would need it, at least in the beginning and if he ever wanted to he could move out to a single room. But Kurt didn't want to. He'd told him so. And right now Wes was glad he had him. While Rock and David helped him to lie down, after getting out of his shirt and t-shirt they'd left Kurt and Wes alone.

Kurt was going to apply some cream onto Wes' back. It was a cream that helped after football tackles making you sore. When Wes had asked about it, through his teeth during a hiss, Kurt had explained that he had played as kicker a few weeks last year and that the cream came in useful when he was still at McKinley. Wes didn't ask anything more, just buried his face in his pillow and groaned in pain. He nearly jumped out of his skin when a cold, oh God it was a good cold, something touched his back.

"Try not to move", Kurt said gently. "This will take a while but it will help."

"God I'm feeling better already", Wes groaned as Kurt applied the cream. He closed his eyes.

"Would the principal have done this to me and Blaine", Kurt asked weakly.

"I don't know…" Wes whispered.

"Can you tell me all that happened", Kurt asked gently and Wes stiffened. "You don't have to!"

"I do Kurt", he said. "I have to tell someone."

Wes sighed and started to tell Kurt what happened, hissing or groaning every now and then when Kurt's hand moved over his back. When he was done Kurt had stopped applying the cream and Wes felt really tired for some reason. He felt Kurt take his hand and giving it a gentle squeeze.

"You shouldn't have done that Wes", he said close to tears. "Blaine and I would probably have been suspended or gotten detention."

"I'm sure he'd find a way to do to you what he did to me", Wes said sleepily.

"But still."

"But nothing Kurt." He yawned. "Tell the others if you like… but don't do anything stupid."

"Like?"

"Facing off with the principal... you'll stay out of trouble", that was the last thing Wes said before falling asleep and Kurt knew that it had been an order... not a question. Kurt sighed and removed his hand from Wes' back, quietly tip-toed out of the room, turned the light off first though and closed the door silently behind him.


Kurt met up with the other Warblers and told them what Wes had told him. How the principal had chosen to hit him with a cane, rod… something that had hurt Wes so badly. How the principal didn't want to suspend, expel or give detention to one of his star students… a student that was putting their principal in the lead in the Ohio school competition for principals.

The principals were all competing by showing off their best and most reliable students and at Dalton that was Wes. He was student council president, chairman of the Warblers, head boy, nominated to Valedictorian , captain of the martial arts team and a rock for younger students to lean on. Wes was too important to get marks on his record so the principal had deemed it necessary to punish him in a way that wouldn't lower his chances of winning… for the second year in a row. He decieded that hitting Wes with a long wooden rod would be perfect.

"How", Blaine began but had to swallow the lump in his throat before he continued. "How many times… did… did he hit him?"

Kurt wiped at his eyes.

"Wes said that the principal hit him each time for every single Warbler", he said.

"Sixteen times?" David exclaimed horrified.

"A-and one time for each GAP-employee Wes saw and one time for each customer… W-Wes said he saw ten customers and five employees."

"Fifteen more", Blaine asked horrified.

"How many are we up in", Joseph asked.

"31", Thad whispered horrified.

"A-a-and t-t-then Wes received a hit for each day left of this month", Kurt sniffled.

"Sixteen more", David asked feeling sick. "The bastard hit him 48 times?"

"He hit him 50", Kurt said and the boys stared at him and those who'd been standing around in the choir room slowly sank down to sit on the floor, on furniture or on other Warblers' laps. They all looked horrified and some cried. They couldn't imagine what it would feel like going through what Wes had just done.

"We have to do something", David said and ran a hand over his face.

"What can we do", Nick asked sadly. "It would be Wes' word against the principal's. No one would believe us… not even the teachers. Thompson is loved by everyone here and the school board. They won't believe the man hit Wes with a rod instead of Wes losing his perfect record."

"So what should we do", Kurt asked.

"Nothing yet", David said sadly. "Nick is right. No one will believe us and I'm sure this will be a onetime thing. Wes will heal and everything will get back to normal. Come on guys, let's practice a bit for regionals."

The Warblers all agreed, after all… this would be a onetime thing… right?


The Warblers were staring at the council table in confusion. Why, you ask? Did the councilmen say something odd? Did they actually agree to let Kurt give them makeovers? No… the reason of their staring was that their meeting had been going on for thirty minutes and only two of the councilmen were there! So? That's not that odd is it? The boys on the council are teenage boys they can get late too right? Right? Well David and Thad can but not their chairman. Oh no, Wes Montgomery is never late and that's why his absence from the table has all his friends confused… and worried. David and Thad had no idea where their leader was and neither had Kurt, he was Wes' roommate after all so he should at least have some idea.

After another ten minutes the door to the choir room opened and Wes stepped inside. His face was impassive and he just walked in and sat in his seat and calmly fixed his papers. Everyone was staring at him, waiting for him to explain himself. They were worried Thompson had gotten to him again for something. Wes on the other hand was secretly fighting tooth and nail to keep from bursting out laughing at the entire situation. He calmly stacked his papers and then put his hands on the table, resting calmly on said stack, folding his hands together. He looked around the room with his trademark smirk on his face and all eyes on him.

"Is something the matter", he asked innocently.

And that set the Warblers off. They all talked at the same time, firing questions at him, demanding to know where the hell he'd been. They wanted to know if something was wrong. If Thompson had touched him again. If he was okay. If he was in trouble. If he was angry and if they needed to beat someone up. Wes let them at it for a bit and then took the gavel and banged with it two times. Everyone fell silent and he smiled.

"I'm sorry my absence caused some worry", he said calmly. "But please it was not my fault. As head of the Warbler Council, Head boy and student council president the teachers think that I shall take part in their meetings regarding 'staff exchanges'."

Everyone now looked curios and Wes rose from the table, put his hands behind his back and started to pace the room.

"My karate instructor stopped me on the way out", he said. "And he told me that the school board wanted to see me. He told me not to be alarmed because it had nothing to do with the Warblers." Sighs of relief were heard around the room. "But it was necessary for them to meet with me."

"Why", Thad asked.

"Because Dalton is getting a new principal", Wes explained with a smile and the room once again erupted in loud questions and also in cheers.

Wes couldn't do anything but laugh. Thompson had gotten fired for not only hitting Wes, but three other students, Wes had no idea how they knew about the beating he took but he was glad, not only for his sake… but for everyone's sake. Everything he'd been told about this new principal had been good and he was looking forward to meet the man… little did he know that his feelings would soon change and that the wonderful and safe haven of Dalton Academy also would change… for the worse.


TBC

Since it won the voting... and judged by all reviews I've gotten that tells me to continue this one... I will so here goes!