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A helping hand.

All the boys at Dalton Academy had seen it from the very first moment the talented brunette had stepped past through the common room doors. The boy had been completely besotted with their lead singer but then, who wasn't? Blaine Anderson had charisma, charm and a hell of a lot of talent which always won him admirers. It also did not help that he was naturally a very kind and understanding person, albeit a little naïve when it came to certain areas but never the less they were the perfect qualities in a male.

Kurt Hummel too had been drawn in by those inviting eyes and at the time it had been funny to see the starry eyed expression that the competing counter-tenor had gained from listening to their rendition of Teenage Dream. All the boys had been having playful jabs about what that teenagers dream would be about that night. Of course, when they had requested that the other male meet them for coffee that following day, they hadn't been aware of how deep the boys troubles ran or they wouldn't have been so callous as to make jests about it at the others expense.

It was fitting really, or so Wes felt that Blaine and Kurt should find one another through adversity. Clearly Kurt needed that support from someone who understood what it was like to be ridiculed for the person they loved or the gender they were attracted to. The raven haired male could still recall the look on the boys face when the realisation that no, they were not all gay and that it was simply because they had a zero tolerance policy and they were accepting of everyone that their School seemed so relaxed. Wes didn't think he had ever seen such a look of surprise and pain mixed onto one persons face before, like they had such a heavy weight on their shoulders to bear. Immediately, there in that moment, Wes had warmed indefinitely to the sweet young male.

All the Dalton boys, especially the Warblers had been happy to have the new addition to their group and not just because he was a good singer. Wes knew that here at least, he would be able to be happy without the social pressures of how one ought to live life. Kurt was free to be himself and the Head of the Warblers could honestly say that over the time, he had come to notice how Kurt had blossomed within their safe environment and he had become an integral part of their group.

Personally, Wes had taken to keeping a keen eye on the boy for more personal reasons. Just as he had done with Blaine when he had first joined their school, he felt a certain amount of protectiveness towards the boy. In fact, Kurt had no idea how similar he was to Blaine. Back when the confident lead singer had transferred to Dalton Academy, he had been shy, reserved and had flinched the very first time Wes had offered his hand to him. As sad as it was, Wes could look back on it an laugh now, knowing Blaine was no longer that person and it warmed him to see the other male offering someone who was in the same position help.

Perhaps he had been too naïve himself though. Many a time both he, Thad and David had casually discussed the relationship between the two boys. Most of it was just harmless banter between the three of them which usually led David to commenting how Wes was acting like a Mother Hen towards the two boys with the way he was constantly watching over them, but that was all he did. He watched over them. Never once had he interfered when he saw how Kurt looked at the suave young male, he had just presumed that those feelings would either naturally fade out over time or Blaine would have some sort of epiphany and finally go out with the boy. Maybe it was because of this narrow-mindedness that the boy in front of him was in the situation he was now.

Wes had to admit, he had been shocked to hear that Blaine wanted to serenade another male and he had thought that maybe when Kurt had started speaking that he would do the smart thing and argue against it. Kurt was too caring for his own good though and he had stood behind Blaine just as he always did and supported him whole heartedly. Right then, Wes didn't know who he wanted to hit more; Kurt for being so chivalrous or Blaine for being so blind. With such a finely put argument though, how could he possibly reject the idea. So he agreed and the gavel came down.

Now though, he regretted it dearly, wishing he had gone with his instincts and refused the act. It wasn't that he didn't want Blaine to be happy of course but... the last thing he wanted was to see someone so desperately sad either. The moment the crowds had distributed once more, the blond stranger had pulled Blaine to the side and right there in front of the Warblers he had planted quite the heated kiss onto the stunned but never the less ecstatic singers lips. As the Dalton students arms wrapped around the others neck, winding into that impossibly fluffy mane of hair (That personally reminded Wes of a bad version of Aslan from the Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe) there had been various comments by their group about how lucky it was that there wasn't anyone around who would shop him to the cops for kissing someone under age and titters of amusement at how Blaine had secured himself a sugar daddy. That wasn't what Wes was focused on though.

There barely hidden behind the sock stand was the frozen form of Kurt Hummel. His face was wan and eyes wide as he watched the scene unfold before him. Perhaps he had thought he could handle seeing Blaine with someone else but clearly now it was displayed in front of him, it was not so easy for him to accept. Wes noticed with concern how the other male was attempting to bury all his feelings deep down inside of him but how he was failing with each passing moment that he stared at the scene. It was when the brunette began to wane unsteadily on the spot that he finally found his feet moving forward and as delicately as possible Wes led the other male away.

Listening to the others sobs as the other male finally allowed himself to break down made the empathy in Wes our out. He stroked his fingers reassuringly along the back of the others blazer and hushed the boy softly, a frown marring his features. Slowly, he guided the other male from the ground, allowing the other male instead to cling to the front of his blazer, the others head nestled tightly into his clothes. It was hard for Wes not to be affected by the others unmistakable suffering and he was thankful that none of the Warblers had followed them out. He knew that despite how he felt now, Kurt would never want anyone to see him like this and he would probably be ashamed of showing it in front of him too when he calmed down a little.

"Lets get back to Dalton." He suggested in a subdued and muted tone, looking up in surprise as David and Thad appeared from the exit they had taken, sympathy written in their countenance as they saw the hunched form of the smaller boy that was adhering himself to the solid comfort that was Wesley Montgomery.

"Thad, can you go back in one of the other cars? I will take Kurt in mine okay?" There wasn't one sound of disagreement between the three boys, in fact despite the fact their impromptu performance had gone down a hit, there was a melancholy air surrounding them. With that done the other two boys went inside to inform the rest of the group that Wes had an urgent situation to attend to, leaving the two of them to make their way home.