Disclaimer: Don't own Glee. All characters are property of Ryan Murphy and Co.
Chapter 2
"You're what?" Wes' girlfriend (now ex-girlfriend) shrieked.
"I'm gay, Kaylin," the Asian boy repeated for the third time. He brought a hand up to rub his forehead in frustration. "I've known for a while now, I just..." Wes didn't know what to say. He really wished David was there, but they had decided to break the news to their girlfriends separately.
"So what, you were using me?" Kaylin whispered. "You wanted to keep up an image so you kept me on as your pretend girlfriend. Am I right?"
"No, Kaylin—god, no, that's not—" but he broke off. He didn't know what else he could say. Every way he tried to form the words in his brain to explain, the more and more they resembled what she just accused him of.
"Whatever, Wes… I can't fucking believe you. I can't believe that after two years you finally tell me," Kaylin cried from her seat across from him. "How long have you known?"
Wes winced, but he had to tell the truth. "About… 6 months?"
Kaylin just got up and left without another word.
"God, it was horrible, David. She looked so… crushed. But more than that, she was just angry," Wes said when he got back to the dorm and David had asked how it went.
David hugged him and didn't really know what else to do.
"How did it go with Rachel? How did she take it?" Wes asked.
"We don't have to talk about that right now," David said, and quickly Wes looked up at the boy.
"What happened?" He thought that maybe David had chickened out, but he stayed silent.
"She took it well… She said she kind of figured but didn't want to jump to any conclusions."
Wes sighed as he leaned heavily against David's shoulder. "Why didn't I date Rachel?" he fake-whined as David wrapped a comforting arm around him. It didn't last for more than a few seconds before they both cracked up laughing. They stopped when they heard frantic knocking on their door.
"Guys, open up, it's important! I need to talk to you!"
David opened the door and Nick rushed in.
"How did you guys know you were gay?" he exclaimed once David had shut the door, causing surprised looks to cross the couple's faces. Both boys looked at each other and then at their friend who looked about ready to burst into tears.
"Nick, calm down, dude. Sit down and tell us what happened," David said while pulling out the computer chair for the frantic boy to sit down in.
"Well, it started in Warblers' practice last week when everyone was talking about Niff—which, by the way, very clever, really I'm shaking with laughter—but anyways, after that I started to realize things that I noticed before, but never really noticed until you guys started saying I was gay—"
Wes quickly spoke up before the boy could go on. "Nick, we were just kidding about that. We know you're straight." He reached over to pat the kid on the shoulder, but Nick tensed.
"I'm not… so sure anymore," Nick whispered. For the second time in the short span of this conversation, Wes and David looked shocked. They always made fun of the two but never really thought they were together.
"Why?" Wes asked.
"Like I said, since I have known Jeff I have noticed certain things about him and never thought that it was weird. That was until the other day when I realized I only notice these things about Jeff…" Nick lifted his right hand to rub the back of his neck nervously, "and... a-and maybe sometimes Thad and Blaine—and if you say anything about that, I'll skin you—but I never realize it about girls..."
"Well… what is it that you notice?" David asked, still a little confused.
Wes looked over at his boyfriend with a dumbfounded expression, wondering how the hell he couldn't figure out what he meant, but then thought that maybe it was a valid question because maybe what Nick thought he noticed didn't really mean he was gay.
Nick mumbled something and David had to ask him to repeat himself. "Sorry, didn't quite get that…"
Nick was starting to slowly resemble a tomato. His hand had moved from the back of his neck to now running through his hair nervously. "I said—I notice how tight their shirts are around their muscles." Nick was staring at David's shoes like it was they were the most interesting things in the world. "I notice how their asses look in their pants… I notice how cute Jeff looks when he shakes his hair out of his face, and that evil smile he gets that makes my heart beat fast… or the way he smiles at me when I tell a stupid joke that wasn't even funny—oh, and the way his eyes light up when I talk to him about pranking someone."
"Okay, okay, we get it. Listen, Nick… I mean I can't tell you that you are gay—it's not a diagnosis—but it's obvious you are attracted to guys. Do you think that maybe you're bi?" Wes asked.
"No, Wes. I don't like girls at all... and I'm scared. I mean… Jeff—h-he is going to think I've lied to him all these years, and I just don't know what to do!" The boy then cried, letting the tears fall freely from his eyes. The other two didn't know what to do, so they just hugged their friend. They had both went through this problem and knew how tough and scary the new emotions could be. There were never any good words to say, but both knew that comfort and support from the people around them was a very wonderful alternative. So that was exactly what they would be to Nick.
"Wes, can I say something...?" Nick interrupted the head council member during their Warbler meeting, his hand raised in the air. It had been a week since he came out to Wes and David, and he knew what he had to do now.
In an uncharacteristic move, Wes nodded his head. Something must have been up, the other Warblers thought; because usually Wes chewed your head off for interrupting him. "Go on, Warbler Nick," he smiled knowingly, "the floor is yours." And with that, Wes sat back down and let Nick have the full attention of the group.
Nick stood up from his seat slowly and turned to address the group. "So… I have something to tell all of you. Now, please, none of you think I was ever lying to you… this is something I just recently realized…" He was addressing all of the Warblers, but while he was speaking Nick had turned and was only looking at Jeff. The blond boy looked up at his best friend with a confused expression and it made all the others feel like they were intruding on the two.
"I'm—y-you guys—I—I," Nick stuttered, looking very much like a fish that had been out of the water too long.
"Oh, just spit it out!" David yelled from the head table behind Nick, which was then followed by a thud and a, "Wes, what the hell," as Wes hit David's hand with his gavel. Nick shot him a glare before whipping back around and nearly shouting, "Okay, I'm gay."
The whole room fell silent. Finally Blaine spoke up. "See? This is why they all call Dalton Gay Hogwarts." This broke the silence and everyone laughed at the joke... well, almost everyone.
"Jeff?" Nick whispered, and everyone immediately stopped laughing and turned their attention to the blond who hadn't said anything.
Jeff just stared at him and then ran out of the hall.
The whole room looked at Nick with sympathetic eyes and Nick was frozen to the spot.
"Honestly," Wes muttered before he stood up. Nick had been standing there for about a minute now. "Go after him, you idiot," Wes yelled. Nick didn't need telling twice as he immediately sprang into action and ran out of the room. All the Warblers yelled various versions of "good luck" in his wake.
"Well, that was interesting." Wes sighed, falling down on his bed. He had decided to, albeit begrudgingly, let practice out early on the pretense that with two Warblers down and after the recent event, none of them could concentrate on the task of finding out who was going to sing the solo at Regionals. Even though they all pretty much knew it was going to be Blaine, they still had to talk about it as a group.
David had followed him into the room and was currently loosening his tie, trying not the stare at how good Wes looked all sprawled out on the bed. Not now, time to be serious. He turned his back to him in an effort to stay focused, hanging his tie in his closet. "Do you think we gave him the right advice? I mean, what if he just messed up his whole friendship?" It had been that same fear that had plagued him when he had first felt those feelings for Wes.
"David, you know he couldn't stay in the closet forever." Wes sighed and stood up from the bed and walked over to David, turning him around, shrugging. "Who knows? Either way it's not good to keep those feelings locked up... even if the outcome is less than ideal." Wes was speaking from experience. It had been he who had blurted his feelings out to David when they had been doing an English project together all those months ago.
A sigh escaped the taller boy as he rested his forehead against Wes'. "I guess—" The sound of raised voices next door (which just so happened to be Nick and Jeff's room) interrupted him.
"HOW COULD YOU NOT TELL ME, NICK? I THOUGHT WE WERE CLOSER THAN THAT?" Jeff's bellow floated through the wall.
"Jeff, calm down! I just now realized it myself…" They could barely hear Nick because he wasn't yelling.
"WHAT MADE YOU FIGURE IT OUT, NICK! JUST NOW? HOW LONG IS 'JUST NOW'?"
"Jeff, please, stop yelling." Nick had paused and the boys guessed he probably sighed. "A couple days and you don't—Jeff, I can't tell you how I found—"
Through some miracle, or maybe from the strain of yelling, Jeff lowered his voice a little. "WHAT? UGH. Dammit, Nick, I'm your best friend. What is so bad that you couldn't tell me, huh?" His voice was still loud and it was evident that he was very hurt. "Best friends tell each other everything. If you couldn't tell me this, then—"
Nick finally exploded, cutting him off. "You wanna know why I realized I was gay? I REALIZED I WAS IN LOVE WITH YOU, YOU BIG IDIOT!"
Then there was silence. Nothing more could be heard through the wall. It was kind of scary.
"What do you think Jeff is going to do?" Wes asked, no more than a whisper, wrapping his arms around David. He wanted to be as quiet as possible to not miss any sound.
David unconsciously tightened his grip around Wes' body as the boy snuggled into him. "I have no idea," David said in the same quiet tone.
