Hey guys, Carroll here! So, this is definitely being posted before 1 am, my time. But it is also incredibly late, like two weeks late. I may have another chapter up for this one before the end of the day, again, my time. I'm so sorry for not updating sooner, and I know this one is short! But I'll be updating a lot more now, not only do I have more time, but I've also got my inspiration and drive back. I'm making a poll right after I post this, so pretty please vote! Enough of my rambling now though, enjoy!
~Carroll


David did not want to answer his phone. It could be important, he reasoned, or it could be Wes, he thought bitterly as he tossed his phone back onto his bed beside him.

He had arrived home to his house in Westerville twenty minutes ago, narrowly avoiding his mother and her questions. I'm sick of crying, sick of missing Wes, David was way past the point of sobbing his eyes out. He had gotten to the angrily wiping away tears phase.

"Wes, why do you have to make me love you, so damn much?" David heard a knock at his door, and gave a grunt in reply. According to his mother that was an okay to enter.

"Is something wrong with you and Wes?" She asked gently as she sat down on his bed.

David turned away slightly from the hand his mother extended. "Yes" he mumbled.

"Oh Honey, it's just an argument", she said gently as she rubbed her hand up and down his back. David made a strangled noise that soundly eerily like a sob. "You don't understand, Ma. He told me, no, yelled at me, that he was sick of me! That's not just an argument. You kinda need both parties in a relationship to be on the same page." Wes said with a bitter laugh,

"Look Ma, I'm going back to school tomorrow night. Maybe. But for now, can you just leave me alone for a bit, please?" David's mother looked at him worriedly, gnawing on her lip. "Okay sweetie, if that's what you want."

When she got up to leave she placed a kiss to his head. David cracked a smile, glad that his mother wasn't the type to pry.

He fell on to his back with a pondering look on his face. Maybe I should just go back now. Face Wes head on, because you're brave. Act like Blaine, use 'Courage' David thought to himself That's it, that's what I'm doing.

David stood up form his bed, scooped up his bag, and walked out of his bedroom, a determined look upon his face. "Bye Ma, I'm going back to school now. I've got business to take care of" he yelled as he exited the house

David's mom stood just inside the kitchen, a small, knowing smile, playing on her lips.


Wes was about to pull his hair out in frustration. David would not answer his phone. It was nerve wracking, his mind kept drifting to thoughts of accidents and laying dead, in ditches, and then he would just want to throw up.

"One more time" Wes says to himself reaching for his phone. He hits the two button, speed dialing David. "Hey Davie, it's me, obviously. I'm sorry. And I miss you. I love you so much, Honey come back to school. Let me make it up to you. I'll sing to you, beg you, cater to your every whim. Anything. Just, just please come back." Wes ended the call with a sigh. I hope he comes back, Wes ran a hand through his hair in frustration Hell, I hope he forgives me.

Wes just sat there at his desk. His expression blank, eyes dead. I really am nothing without him he thought sadly. His head snapped up at the sound of a knock at the door, tripping over sweaters and his backpack to get to the door, hoping it was David. He opened it, only to be disappointed to see Thad and Trent.

"Hey man, we just saw David's car enter through the campus gates, did you all make over the phone or something?" Thad asked, not even bothering to say Hello. Wes wasn't one for manners at the moment either though.

"What? He's back? You two, meet me in Warbler Hall in twenty minutes, and gather as many Warblers as you can find! Thanks!" Wes said in a rush. He took off at a sprint down the hall, leaving Thad and Trent confused. "So," Trent drawled, "We should probably shut the door." Thad rolled his eyes at Trent, before shutting Wes and David's (or was it just Wes'?) dorm room.