Chapter 6
Wes sighed and lifted his legs to lie on his back. He and David had talked things out, but now they were a little stuck. 'Where did they stand?' The big question. The boys knew what they personally wanted. But niether wanted to push the other into something. Suddenly an idea hit him. He grinned, rolled off the bed and tore a page from his notebook, proceeding to tear it in half and hand on with a pen to David.
"Write down what you want. No peeking," he warned playfully. "Done?" David nodded and they switched notes. "On three, one two three." They opened the notes and Wes' heart skipped a beat. Five words.
'You. Me. Baby. Together. Forever.'
Wes didn't see David's reaction to his note because he leaned over and pressed his lips to David's, in a soft, gentle and loving kiss. David hadn't had chance to read Wes' but he really didn't need to. If Wes did this after reading his note, he surely wanted the same thing, he stuffed the note in his pocket and kissed back. Wes pulld him down onto the bed and lay on his side, facing David, a smile on his lips as their fingers intwined.
They lay like that for hours until they fell to sleep.
The next day Warbler rehersals began as usual, Thad still a little confused asked if he could talk to Wes about the previous day.
"Thad I'm so sorry about that, I spoke to the nurse and she said my nose was still sensitive."
"It's OK, I guess, I won't wear it until you feel better, just incase, we need our Captian on top form for Sectionals."
"Thanks Buddy." Wes opened his arms and Thad hugged him tightly, but carefully. Wes hugged him back, Thad reminded him of his younger brother he'd lost to Cancer several years before. After Practice Wes grinned and shook his head as he saw Trent take Thad's hand and grin as he said:
"Told you he doesn't hate you."
"Shut up Trent," he grinned bumping his shoulder.
Wes collasped on his bed and David tried tugging him back to his feet.
"Too tired, I'll do homework later."
"Whoa, someone got a case of 'baby brain.'" As he chuckled Wes' eyes flew open.
"I never said those words." He groaned rubbing his eyes, he really was tired, but he had no idea why, the meeting consisted of sitting behind a desk and song choices. His phone buzzed from where he'd placed it on the night-stand. "Shit," he groaned seeing who it was from and what it said.
"What?" David asked from Wes' desk chair.
"My mom: 'Hey hon, looking forward to seeing you in the game Friday night. Love mom.' David I totally forgot to tell her and the game is tomorrow." He sat back on his bed with a groan from the matress. "What do I do?"
"Call her, ask her to meet you for lunch? Or coffee?"
"Coffee sounds great, but I can't drink it." He moaned again, dragging his hand over his face. "I'll call her," he hit dial. "Hey mom... I'm fine just tired," he laughed. "I don't think I'm playing actually... No, not sick, well, sorta. Mom, can we talk? Over coffee? Lima Bean? I'll see you there."
"Lima Bean?"
"My mom used to go when she was at Crawford and my dad at Dalton, it was... Their place. You wanna come for coffee? If anything happens, it'll be good to have someone there."
"I could go for coffee now, mind if I have Trad come along? For company?"
"Fine by me, I think we should tell the Warblers, not yet, after Sectionals. They're our friends and I think it's for the best they know. They and only them."
"Agreed, let's go," David said shrugging on his blazer. Why they went in uniform they never really noticed they wore it so, it didn't matter.
"I wanna tell Trad, today, before we go, Thad seemed really hurt when he thought he'd made me sick and he's like my little brother. And well, Trent is Trent, what Thad knows, he knows."
David chuckled, "alright, let's break the news to them then go to the Bean." As they neared the dorm Wes looked panicked. "Calm down. Wes, they're your friends."
"I know, that is why I'm nervous." David knocked and they went in when invited.
"He guys."
"What's up Wes?"
"Nothing, just wondered if you could keep David company while I meet my mother for coffee?"
"Fine by me," Trent said throwing his pen on the desk, "if I see another equation I might just kill something. And I haven't had good coffee since... Over a week ago," Thad grinned closing his book, agreeing to go with them.
"First, I need to confess something and Trent, Sassy or not I will take you down if the gossip whores hear about this."
"Lips are sealed." He said in a 'bring-it-bitch,' tone.
"OK, first, as you know, me and David are now together. I haven't been entirely honest since I was sick. Well I wasn't... Sick, yeah I was throwing up, I still am in a morning and that's what I'm telling you."
"You're bulemic?" Thad said confused and David hid laughter behind his hand.
"No Thad, I'm not bulemic, I'm a carrier. The gene thing and... I'm also kinda pregnant." Thad looked down, Trent looked at him with worried eyes. "Thad?" The boy sighed, looking at his jean-clad lap.
"I found out I was a carrier, about a year ago, I only told Trent, not another soul, not even you Wes, I haven't been... well and if you noticed, I calmed down the jumpiness, the tight-ness in some cases of hugs." He stood and unzipped his jacket, and Trent helped him out of it, he stood sideways and lifted the hem of his shirt slightly. There, just noticable, but there, was a small bump.
"Thad," Wes whispered. "Why didn't you tell me, the choreography, jesus! Thad."
"I stepped back remember? Back on the choreography. I know I should've told you, but, I was afraid, I mean, I'm practically homeless once the semester is over."
"No you aren't, I told you," Trent said, pulled Thad to him, "you and our baby will live with me, my mom left the house empty when she moved to study at Yale. Left it for me. And now you." He kissed Thad's temple, avoiding his hair which was smothered in gel. Wes broke the silence.
"I did wonder why my left side suddenly lacked the smell of berries."
Thad chuckled, "I took one wiff the first week back and bam, my breakfast was down the toilet."
"Dark days," Trent mumbled, remembering the panick he felt when Thad was smiling and joking about him taking forever styling his hair and suddenly was a crying mess and vomiting. He shuddered and held Thad a little tighter. "Maybe, we should get going, I can drive," he scooped up his keys before anyone could object and locked the dorm behind them.
