Chapter 3

David woke the next morning with a plan. He had to tell Wes, but Wes- right now, was pretty pissed that he hadn't come forward. He had to find the right time... But when? He could take him out? He could see that going well. Just the two of them having a great time at dinner then he'd turn around and say, 'Oh, by the way, I'm the one you fucked at Camp, let's have this baby!' Yeah, that would go well.

Running his hand over his face he heard movement in the next room and winced. Sighing he went next door, without knocking and knelt beside Wes, rubbing soothing circles on his back and singing. Once given the all clear he filled a glass with water and squeezed toothpaste onto the brush. Leaving Wes he dressed and prepared to plan his confession.

Chemistry class, a double period was slow. Too slow. Wes had been excused from doing the practical work, due to his condition so he wasn't at risk. This was the only class, other than phys-ed they would be separated. Wes couldn't do that either. He'd been pretty pissed at not being able to play in the game they had coming on Friday night too. His parents were planning to go, so Wes had to tell them before then, or they would worry why their son wasn't in the game.

Wes waited for David outside the door after class for their morning break. Usually they would go for coffee, but Wes had been advised against drinking the stuff, so David had a coffee and Wes a Hot Chocolate. They sat beside each other in History, another double and then in double Maths. After the final bell they dropped their school things at their dorms and made their way to the choir room. Some Warblers were already there, the pair greeted them taking their seats behind the council table. Trent arrived next, "Thad said start without him, he has an optician appointment."

"Thanks Trent, have a seat and we'll start in a minute." David said. Wes was rubbing his temples. "Dude, you OK?"

"Yeah, headache. The nurse said they're normal. She said I can take Tylenol; apparently they're 'friendly.' I took some when I dropped my stuff off. OK, let's begin," Wes banged the gavel on the desk and called order.

About half way through discussing songs the doors opened and Thad joined them, muttering his apologies. Things were fine for about five minutes, until Wes' senses were hit with something new and very strong in close proximity. "Thad, are you wearing cologne?"

"Yeah," the boy said carefully, wondering why Wes had stopped talking.

"I think I'm gonna hurl," Wes, pushed his chair back and fled the room, David paused, dismissed them and followed him. A confused Thad joined Trent in the walk back to their shared dorm.

"It's not that bad is it?" He asked his boyfriend.

Trent sniffed, "no, I can't smell it from here," he answered as they walked.

"If he didn't like it, I think that was dramatic."

"Well, he has been out sick for a week."

"Yeah, I guess."

"So, can I see your new glasses?"

"No way, I hate them. No one is seeing me in these." Thad said adimently.

"Aww, come on, for me?" Trent asked, changing his shirt.

"OK, that is foul play."

"Did it work?" Trent said, slowly fastening the buttons.

"Fine, but no one else sees them. I look like a nerd."

"I think you look adorable." Trent laughed pressing a kiss to Thad's lips.

Wes leant against the wall of the stall, his forehead clammy; he had no idea what set that off. All he knew was Thad's cologne smelt overpowering then he needed to throw up. He heard movement, as David held some paper towels under the cold tap. "Thanks," he murmured.

"No problem, Wes, maybe you should see the nurse?"

"I suppose," he groaned.

"OK, this has changed you, normally; you would fight tooth and nail against anything like that."

"I'm not the only one to think about now. I have to think about... it."

"It?"

"The baby. Let's go. I'm fine." Wes dismissed. David winced as he called the baby 'it.' He understood Wes wasn't thrilled about the pregnancy but surely calling it 'it' was a little much. He hid his reaction but still, it sorta hurt. The nurse saw Wes approaching and stopped doing her paperwork.

"Wes, how're you feeling?"

"I'm OK, but I have some concerns."

"Well, let's talk privately."

"It's fine for David to hear this, he's my best friend and he knows."

"OK then, what're your concerns?"

"Well, we were in the Warbler meeting, discussing songs and Thad arrived late, then I could smell his cologne, like, really strong, and then I threw up."

She smiled, "nothing to worry about, your senses are a little stronger, certain smells will overpower you, you may want to speak to your mother-"

"I haven't told her yet."

"Well, the sooner you know what set her off; some things are transferred parent to child. I would advise to finding out who the father is, for health reasons."

"I never thought about that," Wes thought concerned. "But all I know is it was a boy from Camp. David, didn't you say you knew?" David froze and paled slightly.

'Now or never,' he thought. "Yeah, I know who it was." He looked sad.

"Who was it?" Wes looked nervous, worried, fearing the regret he knew he would feel.

"It was..."