David woke up on the carpeted floor of his dorm room. He noticed Blaine was still curled up next to him, but frowned when he saw Wes wasn't. I knew everything was getting to him, but I just let it slide…Some friend I am. I wonder where he is anyway? It's only 5:43… hmm. Slowly David made his way toward his bed, his legs stiff from the unexpected camp out on the floor. Eventually he found his way to the window. The ground glistened with a light frost, which ironically was how felt. When he was awoken by Wes's fall, and the troubled boy revealed his pain, David felt frozen inside. Both metaphorically and physically. Only someone with a cold heart wouldn't have done anything... But he was unable to react. Wes always knew when something was wrong, always tried to help him. Help anyone. But somehow, even with their close friendship David was unaware. You actually knew full well something was wrong and didn't do anything…I guess I am so used to Wes being the strong one I never thought about what lies beneath that steely resolve. David frowned again, how can I jump into action over Kurt, who I have only known for a few weeks, and yet blatantly ignore my best friend?
David's self hatred was interrupted with the opening of the door, although he didn't turn around to acknowledge Wes's presence.
"Why are you awake David?" Wes was now standing just behind him, he seem to be speaking to the reflection in the darkened glass. "It's going to be a long day, especially if we end up driving to Lima this evening."
David brought his eyes to meet the manifestation of his friend residing within the mirror, "You could have told me. I would have helped Wes, I think you know that."
David watch the darkened image move parallel to his own, "You know I don't like to be vulnerable David. Both you and Blaine know that. What happened with Dylan…It changed everything in my family, it made me defenseless… It took my father's resolve…my mother light." Mirror Wes shifted again as his temporal twin sat down, "I had to become the support. If I hadn't everything would have slowly collapsed upon itself. You know that too, you've met my parents."
"Yeah, but you don't have to be like that around us. We don't always have to be supported, sometimes we can become those pillars and hold you for awhile." David paused waiting for either Wes to respond, and when neither did he turned to his friend. "You know I think of you as a brother."
Wes appear to not trust his voice at that moment and nodded.
"That goes for me too, you know." Both of the senior Warblers jumped at the sound of their friend's voice. With a warm smile the shorter boy added, "I mean, you guys are my family. Next year will be weird without you here all the time."
Ok this is getting way to deep for me… "Oh come on Blainie. You won't be lonely with little Kurtie. Before you know it Wes and I will never be able to hang out with you anymore." YES that was a blush if I ever saw one. And Wes is smiling, so two wins for David!
"Well we better start getting ready for classes. I have a test in literature today." Wes dramatically slumped his shoulders smiling toward his friends.
History was the only class David had that neither Wes nor Blaine were in, but it was also the only class that didn't have a test this week. And I have a free period after this followed by lunch!
The teacher, who happened to be an elderly women that could barely see with her glasses on, was lecturing about World War II, but David wasn't paying attention. He was drawing in the margins of his notebook.
His artistic thought process was jolted, "David, can you come with me for a moment?"
"Yes sir." Crap! I don't think I did anything! Why is the Vic Principal calling me out of class? Did something happen… "Did something happen to my parents?" David's voice sounded pinched, although he liked to joke around he had never actually been to the principal's office before and truthfully with all the other emotional stuff going on with his friends right now he really didn't want anything else to happen.
"No. Don't worry David. This is nothing bad. We would have asked Wes or Thad, but they are busy this period."
"Sir, is this a Warbler matter?" Wow that sounded professional.
"In a manner of speaking. Though technically no. Don't worry the Dean will fill you in." They entered the main office.
David took a seat on a small leather sofa across from the principal's office. I still don't exactly understand what I am doing here. And how can something be a Warbler matter, and yet not at the same time? He glance at the clock, noting that History ends in five minutes.
The phone rings and a male receptionist answers, "Dalton Academy main office, Mark speaking…yes sir, he arrived about fifteen minutes ago…no sir he is still in the meeting…of course I will tell him as soon as they finish…yes…oh of course. Have a good day."
As the phone is set back on it cradle the door adjacent to David opens and the tenor voice of the Dean wafts over, "Of course I understand the worry, however, I think everything will be fine here. And I do believe Mr. Thompson should be…" David stands at the mention of his name, nervous once more, "waiting to show you around."
David felt his eyes bulge, whatever he was expecting it certainly wasn't this. Here was Kurt offering a small smile, his black cast peaking out the bottom of his Dalton Warblers uniform.
"Hi David…"
A/N: The most entertaining thing about writing this chapter was trying to remember high school classes…which is ridicules because I have only been out for 2 and ½ year… Oh well, I hope everyone had and is having a good holiday. And thanks again for all the support :D Hopefully once this is complete and (sadly…) school starts again I will be able to write a few one shots from Blaine and Kurt's perspective.
