Hey there! I've always wondered if Wes' big brothers came back to visit him at some point, and I've been given permission to write a story about it. This is kind of a follow up to Yearbook, but it can go without it. Though, if you haven't read Eraman's Big/Little Brother Wes stories, then this won't make much sense. So go read them! They're amazing stories!
DISCLAIMER- I don't own anything you recognize from either Eraman's stories, or Glee.
Enjoy!
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Jerry smiled as he walked down the still-familiar hallways, nostalgia filling him when he looked at the blazer-clad boys going about their daily lives. He fingered the visitor's pass absentmindedly, and looked next to him at the blonde walking beside him, grinning. He couldn't wait to get there. Mark caught his eye and smiled, knowing what his friend was thinking. They had both missed their little brother. Jerry looked at the watch on his left wrist.
"If we get there soon, we can catch him at the end of rehearsal." At the thought of who they were going to see, both of them grinned, continuing down the hallway and reminiscing about memories the two of them had.
Suddenly Mark laughed. Jerry looked at him in confusion. "I wonder if he ever won the war against the whistle?" Jerry snorted. At this, both of them had to use the wall for support as they remembered the young boy's hatred for the chairman's whistle.
"I guess we'll find out," Jerry said, recovering. "God, it's been so long since I've seen him in person. We Skype, but it's not the same." Mark nodded as they continued on their way.
"Yeah, life's been hectic the past few years. I can't wait to see him though." Jerry looked at the extremely familiar hallway, with the familiar set of double doors, realizing that they had just been walking without realizing. Their feet had led them to exactly where they needed to be.
Music poured out from behind the doors, different voices working together to create an amazing harmony that made the two former Warblers smile. The music was almost at its end, so the two grinned excitedly and approached the doors, waiting for it to finish. As soon as the last note died away, they knocked on the doors, causing all voices inside to stop. A muffled voice said something, probably an instruction to answer the door, as the words were followed by footsteps.
A small boy opened the door slightly and looked up at them with wide eyes. He glanced back into the room and called, "Okay, who did it?" Confused murmurs came from inside the room, and one or two voices shouted out, "Not me!" innocently.
Mark and Jerry looked at each other, confused, until Mark looked down and realized what he was wearing. He laughed quietly. He was still wearing his police uniform. "I'm not here to arrest anyone," he said to the room as the small boy opened the door. "We're just here to see our little brother!" Wes' head jolted and stared at him, wide-eyed, a grin creeping over his face. Jerry stepped out from behind the door and Wes' eyes got even wider. Jerry opened his arms invitingly, and the chairman stood up, nearly knocking over his chair in the process, and bolted across the room, throwing all formalities to the wind.
"Jerry!" He cried out, bowling over the man and hugging him tight, the other Warblers staring in shock at their leader and big brother, who was always so collected. The newcomers, however, weren't surprised at all, Jerry hugging him back just as tightly, eyes squeezed shut. Mark let them have their moment before clearing his throat. "Don't I get a welcome?" Wes stood up, pulling Jerry up along with him, and pretended to think.
"Hmm... I don't know, Mark." He teased, "I guess a hug couldn't hurt..." His actions counteracted the nonchalant way he said it, he rushed to the man in uniform and proceeded to squeeze the living daylights out of him, but was returned the favor. After a minute, they released each other, only for Wes to realize where they were and blushed slightly. He muttered "One minute," to the two of them, and headed back up to the discarded center chair at the council table and cleared his throat. All eyes were on him, in various states of shock at seeing Wes act so unprofessional during a Warbler's meeting. He blushed again and picked up his gavel, smirking at Jerry as he did so, and spoke loudly and clearly.
"Rehearsal is ended. You are dismissed." Most of the Warblers grumbled, they wanted to see who their visitors were and why Wes didn't kill them for interrupting rehearsal. It wasn't until they passed the newcomers that they recognized them. They were the two who had been holding the young Wes by his feet in the yearbook picture they had found. They all seemed to realize this and started whispering to each other as they left.
Mark and Jerry made their way to a couch and looked at Wes, who was sitting and holding his gavel with a smug look on his face. "I won." Jerry sighed, but smiled.
"Do I even want to know what you did with the whistle?"
"Probably not!" Wes answered cheerfully. He stood up and made his way over to the couch the other two were sitting on. He plopped down right in between them, all three of them smiling, thinking about the last time they were like this.
Jerry spoke first. "How have things been? I know I talk to you over Skype, but it's not the same."
Wes sighed. "Yeah, it's not the same. Things have been good, we just tied at Sectionals, as you know, but otherwise nothing really is going on. What about you two?"
"Life's been hectic," Mark said, "but good. I like my job, and I've got a nice apartment, so I've been good."
"That's good, what about you, Jer?"
Jerry opened his mouth to speak, but as he did so, the doors burst open, revealing a tall African-American boy with wide eyes. Wes looked up in surprise. "David, what-?"
"Wes!" He sounded out of breath. "It's- You need to come!" Immediately, Wes leapt out of his seat, not needing anymore explanation. "Where?"
David panted. "Commons." Wes bolted out of the room, David following, leaving the two men standing awkwardly. "Should we..." Mark gestured to the hallway where their brother had just disappeared down. Jerry shrugged but nodded.
They hurried down the hallway, slower than Wes did, but still at a good pace. Soon enough, they reached the Commons area, only to see a crowd of boys in blazers, gathered protectively around a couch. Most looked worried, others looked angry. Mark and Jerry made their way slowly forward until they saw what was happening. A boy, most likely a freshman or a sophomore, was taking shuddering gasps of breath, crying into Wes' chest. Wes was holding the boy tightly, rubbing his back soothingly and murmuring something to him. The boy nodded once and Wes started singing. Jerry and Mark smiled when they recognized the song.
Come along
Will there be sunshine shinin'?
Will we find a silver linin'?
Come along
Sing a song
When today becomes tomorrow
Will we find joy or sorrow?
Sing a song
Is it wrong
To put all our hopes together
And wish for somethin' better?
Is it wrong?
To be loved
To face the future with another
Who means more than any other
Is to be loved
We'll paint the grey clouds
With pretty rainbow hues
And we'll brush the gloom away
And save it for a rainy day
Rainy day
Oh, today
If troubles cast a shadow
And shadows make the sun afraid to stay
But it's okay
'Cause there'll be sunshine shinin'
And we'll find a silver linin'
Another day
Tomorrow is another day
How I hope you'll always stay
At the end of the song, Wes held the boy close to his chest and murmured something. He nodded. Wes looked up, and sent a look at all of the Warblers in the room and pointed his finger to the door without a word. The Warblers left quickly, Jerry and Mark looked impressed. As they were walking out the door, they turned back for a second to look at their little brother.
After a second, Wes spoke without looking up. "Jeff, Nick, get away from that door immediately." Mark and Jerry looked out the door and saw two teenagers cursing.
"How does he do that!" They heard the blonde mutter. The brunette shrugged.
"Oh, Mark, Jerry, I'll be with you in a little while. My room's Jerry's old one. Door's unlocked." Mark and Jerry looked at each other, wide eyed. Wes had his back to the door.
They left the room and headed down the hallway towards the Dragon, not speaking until Jerry broke the silence. "Little brother's not little anymore." His voice had a tinge of sadness to it. Mark nodded. "He's big brother now."
Together, they walked the familiar passages to their old dorm, remembering fondly the little boy who Wes used to be every step of the way.
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