A/N: Well thanks to theAkuRokuFaNaTiC for my first review. It's good to know this isn't utter crap. Reviews help people. More reviews and notices that you people are interested the more interested I'll be in getting this story updated. Also a note for this specific drabble: it's going to be one of probably three or four.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, except my cracked perception of minor characters with damaged psyches. Maybe I'll be able to get my mom to buy me that Glee gift basket up for auction. I really want that Warblers Blazer and that signed script of the last episode of season two. Honestly she might think it's a substitute for not going to New York and her eternal fear of cold winter weather.
Wes and David had always had fairly co-dependent relationship and neither party never seemed bothered by it. They had all the same classes together, Wes was insistent that he make head of the council, mostly so he would have to sit next to David, and had dinner ever Friday evening for the past five years together.
It's just when the situation started to change rapidly and they had become separated with Wes having to transfer over to McKinley High School after he came out to his parents, things became different.
Wes was starting to spend more time with Rachel, Quinn and Santana. He was attempting to try new things and be more involved with the Western Ohio Young Asian Society, keep up with the theatre practice as he was double cast as Tony in West Side Story, and attempt to mesh into a new Glee club. All in an attempt to keep his mind from being able to miss his friends at Dalton, the power that came with being Senior head of the Warbler Council and mostly from missing David.
David on the other hand was having to rise to the occasion and not only fill in Wesley's chair as head of the council but find a new soloist that had even half the charisma and talent that Blaine had. He too was hurting, he missed his two best friends deeply and felt violated and alone without them. He had taken up a job from Al Motta in giving private vocal lesson to his daughter Sugar, whom he had a crush on a few summer before starting Dalton.
David Thompson
Al Motta hired me to run vocal exercises with his daughter twice a week after school, from what Kurt and Blaine told me - it sounds like I have my work cut out for me.
·07 October at 22:32 - Sugar Motta likes this.
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Sugar Motta: I don't know what their talking about, I'm awesome.
07 October at 06:11 · Like
Brittany Pierce: I really liked it when she performed that song in Glee Club.
07 October at 06:18 · Like
Sugar Motta likes this.
Wesley Montgomery: Seriously?
07 October at 14:46 · Like
Sugar Motta: Thank you, Brittany.
07 October at 22:32 · Like
Needless to say bets were made. Some were unfortunately and stupidly made public.
Blaine Anderson - Wesley Montgomery
How long do you give David will last doing vocal exercise with that Sugar girl and he comes complaining about a loss of hearing?
Like · 07 October at 15:22 ·
Kurt Hummel likes this.
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Blaine Anderson: How long are these exercises? He did put up with tryout for new warbler members last year...
07 October at 15:53 · Like
Wesley Montgomery: That is true... Thad gave up after a few hours.
07 October at 16:47 · Like
Sugar Motta: You're going to wish you never said that, Wesley.
07 October at 22:43 · Like
David Thompson: Uh, Wes... if you ever see a pink and white BMW pull up; duck and run.
07 October at 23:04 · Like
Sugar Mottalikes this.
Blaine Anderson: ... Dear lord. A pink BMW... it's like it's a cliche.
07 October at 23:26 · Like
David Thompson: You're not helping, Anderson.
07 October at 23:30 · Like
Leading to the start of the incident that lead up the midnight intervention.
David Thompson
Sugar just called me screaming in the phone. I couldn't understand everything she was saying, but it was about Wes and she ended the conversation with 'Not asperger's.' A part of me thinks I should be.
08 October at 00:12
Sugar Motta likes this
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Wesley Montgomery: Worried? What did I do?
07 October at 23:23 · Like
Blaine Anderson: ... and you two call me thick.
07 October at 23:26 · Like
David Thompson: Sugar, seemed pretty upset about what you said.
07 October at 23:28 · Like
Wesley Montgomery: David...
07 October at 23:32 · Like
David Thompson: Wes...
07 October at 23:36 · Like
Wesley Montgomery: ...you know I will not take back what I said. But I will not loose you over this.
07 October at 23:37 · Like
David Thompson: Wes, don't be like this.
07 October at 23:40 · Like
Wesley Montgomery: Be like what David? Be me?
07 October at 23:41 · Like
David Thompson: Are you still mad about me canceling on you at last minute, when Al Motta called?
07 October at 23:44 · Like
Wesley Montgomery: Mad? No. Irritated, most definitely! I've had these reservations for over a month.
07 October at 23:46 · Like
David Thompson: Well… take it out on me not her.
07 October at 23:50 · Like
Sugar Motta: I didn't mean to come between you guys bromance.
07 October at 23:53 · Like
Sugar Motta: Sorry about your wasted reservations, Wesley. My daddy could get them back for you.
07 October at 23:54 · Like
Wesley Montgomery: It's not the reservations, I'm mad about you twit.
07 October at 23:55 · Like
David Thompson: WES!
07 October at 23:57 · Like
Sugar Motta: Fine, forget it. All I did was try to help you insensitive jerk.
08 October at 00:00 · Like
Blaine Anderson: Oh Sugar, look what you've created now.
08 October at 00:01 · Like
Sugar Motta: I can't believe you're blaming me for Wesley's hurt feelings.
08 October at 00:03 · Like
Wesley Montgomery: Insensitive? YOU LITTLE BITCH! Honestly you remind me of all those little twigs at Crawford andt-
Hi Sugar, Blaine here. We're starting a little intervention now. You might wanna go to bed. Or read a book, watch a movie...
08 October at 00:04 · Like
Sugar Motta: I don't wanna read a book or watch a movie. I want to know what's going on.
08 October at 00:09 · Like
Blaine Anderson: Sugar, I know this may be difficult. But this is strictly between the two of them. You may have set the time bomb off, but it's not your fight.
08 October at 00:10 · Like
Sugar Motta: I can't believe you're shutting me out.
08 October at 00:12 · Like
Blaine Anderson: Sugar, if you have known these two as well as I do. You don't want to be there for the blood bath.
08 October at 00:13 · Like
Eventually this all leads up to one of Wes' infamous Dexter matrons which almost always leads to cutting by the end as he had drenched himself into a dark thought pattern. He cut to ease his mental agony, but right now he really just wanted to curl up and die. The dinner plans were more upscale then normal, Wes was going to confess his feelings and inform David why he hadn't been at Dalton.
It would of gone off without much of a hitch, except then Sugar happened which lead to the midnight confrontation spurred on by Blaine.
The Midnight Intervention, pt.1: It's Midnight and I Need You Now
"Wes, David… someone has to start talking." Blaine motions towards the two on
separate couches. Wes get a glance at Blaine, who had somehow managed to snatch the all precious gavel. He glares at the user,"How did you get Ms. Bam-Bam, Anderson? How and why, did you strap me to this chair?"
Blaine rolls his eyes,"Not important, nor relevant Mr. Montgomery." David was only holding his head in pain,"My head hurts."
"Yeah, I bet it does." Wes doesn't even bother to look over at David. Blaine can feel his patience waring thin. He really should have to come over past midnight to make an intervention between his two best friends.
"Focus you two. Will one of you tell me what your problem is?" Blaine questions. Wes' head snaps to the side and talks to Blaine, but quite clearly addressing David,"Problem? What problem? I only see ruined plans and me being stood up at dinner."
"I may have bailed at the last minuet, but it was important." David mentions lamely.
Blaine finally started to see the what set Wes off int the middle of the night. Wes and David's friday night dinners had been around since the two of them started at Dalton during their freshmen year. Everyone knew about them and knew better then to interrupt them during the time because it was just a special time they both had set aside for each other each week, no matter how bad life got. They would always have dinner together on Friday night alone with each other. So David breaking the dinner would be a big thing.
Blaine continued his questioning,"Wes, what was so important about his dinner that you felt the reason to explode on David about?"
Wes turned over and just moaned into the couch,"It's stupid." Wes could be such a drama queen when he wanted to be, but Blaine continued to press the need of the question. "Wes, this is not going to solve anything if you're not honest here."
"We have dinner all the time. I don't understand how this one was different." David offers, not knowing what exactly he had done wrong besides not show up to dinner.
He continued to talk into the couch, it really just came out as a mumbled up sentence,"'."
Blaine could only groan in frustration. It was way to late for him to be handling this,"Wes, it's late. Don't mumble into the couch. Neither of us can understand you."
Wes makes a long dramatic sigh and then turn his head with frown on his face and looks at David. "Fine. I was going to tell you that I told my dad to go fuck himself and I don't care what he thinks or days because I love you and feel ashamed that we have to hid what we have together. Happy? Because I feel like shit." He hops in the chair to turn away from David.
David stops his passing around the room at the sudden confession looming in the air,"I think I need to sit down." Wes then continues his statement," I don't know how long I've loved you, or whenI fell in love with you. I wish it were something more romantic like Blainers over there with Kurt. But, David, I feel like I've always cared for you. It's just I feel like I want to give you something more. Like I can give you something more."
David looks pale with shock and confusion,"But, you have a girlfriend - I, I have a girlfriend. This is so confusing. What….?" He motioned to Blaine to say something, thinking his best friend had lost it officially,"Blaine, where's your impute when I need it?"
Wes could only sigh at the mention of his ex-girlfriend. "Melody and I broke up in April. She said that I was spending too much time with you and that all I ever talked about was you when we were together. I can really see how she would come to the conclusion thatI was cheating on her with you. "
Blaine looks up from his phone that had been going off with text messages,"…what impute. You two are making headway. Your talking. He's talking. I can confirm what he says is true. I did room with him for a while last year when you two said you wanted to have some space. He had been sulking around for at least a month."
David rubbed his eyes,"I'm confused and the being of Blaine's phone isn't helping. I love you, Wes - but not in the way you want me."
He sheepishly sets down the phone and lies. Sugar has been avidly texting him in attempts to figure out what was wrong with David,"Sorry, just Kurt. He can't umm sleep."
Wes hops on his chair to once again turn around to face David,"Why not? It's always been me and you. We had been making plans for our future together for years. What's confusing about that. The fact we sing duets together on occasion. We've fallen asleep in each others beds regularly because one of us is always to lazy to move to the other bed. We share food together because we just know what works for us when we go out. I don't do that with anyone else."
Shifiting uncomfortably on the couch David avoided looking at Wes,"We planned on going to college together and sharing a dorm. We never planned on BEING together."
With that said Wes froze in shock for a moment to let the statement sink in. He really made it all up in his head. Was this how Kurt felt when he was turned down by Blaine on Valentines day?
Eventually Wes returns to tugging at the cuffs keeping him attached to the chair and snaps at Blaine,"Why do you even own a pair of fuzzy cuffs, let alone two always Anderson?"
The room remained silent for a few minuets until Wesley spoke up again, this time softer but all the more defensive,"So basically I'm stupid for misinterpreting your actions by thinking maybe I had a chance?"
David's eyes grow wide at the accusation,"No, Wes…. " He stutters," I just…."
Wes can't help but glair coldly at David,"Just what?"
Now David was growing more and more uncomfortable and wasn't even looking near Wes,"I…. mum… " He looked to Blaine,"A little help here…."
Before Blaine even had a chance to say anything, Wes snapped"Really you need help now?" Now Wes had snapped off the fuzzy cuffs and moves his chair over to push into David's personal space,"Haven't we always been not a fan of the personal space bubble when it comes to each other?"
Blaine lunges towards Wes in an attempt to keep them from doing anything drastic to each other,"Wes, calm the fuck done."
Getting off the couch and away from Wes, David continues to heavily breathe and stutter," I…. think…. I need a cup of something strong." He then mutter,"This is going to be a long night."
Knowing how the darker man and the asian man got when drinking, Blaine wasn't the first to support the idea of a drink,"David, this isn't the time for drinking. Do you honestly not remember the end of the year party last year?"
The end of the year Warbler party was always something memorable, it was a time for all the guys to let loose a little after finals and official end of the season for performances for the Warblers. Needless to say, alcohol was found and the games had begun. Truth or Dare had been a particular raunchy episode, more so then previous parties.
Wes had been continued to be held down by Blaine,"BLAINE LET ME GO!" He had shouted.
"Nick dared you to make out with Wes at the party and you were smashed." Blaine recalled.
Wes growled at the understatement,"Blaine, don't lie. It went a lot further then that and you know it. You walked in on it."
"I don't remember….." David mentions quietly, but clearly remembering something.
David had looked at Wes struggling to get free from the small man,"Let him go, Blaine. It's okay. Might want to make that two cups. One for me and one for Wes."
Was anyone really listening to him Blaine had to wonder,"David, Wes doesn't need the shot. It'll just amplify his feelings…"
"Just give me the bottle." David yells to Blaine, who was in the kitchen grabbing the drinks.
Wes continued to walk around David menacingly like a shark waiting to strike it's pray."Really now David, now I remember you moaning quiet loudly very clearly. They say your real feelings come out when you lose your inhibitions…. So I apologize if I have a bit of doubt when you say you don't have feeling for me that way."
"Wes, I'm sorr-" David starts to apologize only to stop mid-sentence when a knock at the door was heard. Blaine shouts from the kitchen as the clink of a bottle is heard being set down on the counter,"Crap, I'll get it!"
David looked confused,"Wait, the gate is locked. Who could it be? Who on earth would be over at one o'clock in the morning?"
To Be Continued