The next week was torture for Jasmine. Most nights she woke screaming only to have Finn in her room next to her in minutes, the third night she didn't even bother going to her room she just walked into Finn and lay down next to him without saying a word Finn turned the light out and she rolled next to him. She didn't wake up screaming. When she woke startled he was there holding her close as she cried. Both teens were exhausted but the rest of the house slept. She was still tailed constantly. She nearly yelled at Kurt at one point it was getting stupid.
"I'm not going to do anything." She snapped at him as he followed her to the kitchen one day. "I needed water, I took my pre-existing glass from the table I asked if you or Blaine wanted anything!" Kurt looked at her wide-eyed and whispered a squeaked.
"Sorry." She let out a long frustrated breath.
"I'm not going to try kill myself alright." She said it so plainly it made Kurt flinch. "You can leave off the suicide watch now alright. I am not responsible for my brother's death. I am coming to terms with the fact he will not be coming back. Now I really would like to get a glass of water." Kurt nodded and walked back to the sofa. Blaine didn't look up from his paper.
"She told you." He muttered.
"Yep. She's coming back." Kurt smiled down at his French notes. "She's coming back."
By the time the Friday came Jasmine still wasn't making it though full days at school. Most days she made it to most lessons and then by lunch left and drove to Dalton to see Wes. She wouldn't talk about it to him. She just wanted to forget and he obliged. In crazy date ideas and bad movie choices and great make out sessions. She'd told him she knew it wasn't healthy but she just wanted to forget and drowning in affection seemed like a good way to go.
"Jasmine." She looked up at the doorway. The guidance councillor stood in the doorway.
"Yes."
"Can you come with me?" Jasmine looked up at her and nodded before packing her bags apologising to her teacher and leaving the room.
"The officer is here to see you again."
"Right. Can I drop my stuff in my locker?" Emma nodded and stopped with Jasmine at the locker before they continued to her office.
"Jasmine." The officer greeted her shaking her hand.
"Hello."
"We have some interesting news for you." Jasmine frowned.
"I'm sorry?"
"It appears your brother wasn't in that convoy."
"What?" Jasmine whispered.
"We are still piecing this all together but it appears he was not with his unit, nor was another member of his team. They were in fact off on a mission as such, at the moment we still do not know their whereabouts but we do know both men are alive."
"How? How do you know?" They had tracking devices in there uniforms which we could track they kept moving for two days after the bomb we found their uniforms a long way from the where the blast took place it seems they may have been sent ahead to talk to the locals. We don't know."
"So my brother could be alive?" Jasmine asked breathily.
"Yes, more than likely yes."
"I don't want to see you again till you know. I don't want to know more than likely or possibly I want to know. YES or NO." Jasmine stood up to leave she turned around. "What did my father say?"
"He's going out there."
"Tell him I would appreciate it if he called me back." She pushed the door forcefully out of her way as she left going straight to her locker. She emptied her books in to her bag.
"Jasmine…Jasmine where are you going?" Emma hurried along after her.
"To fuck my boyfriend." She snapped and turned and walked away. Miss Pillsbury stood there a little shocked.
"Right." She said a little to late.
The knock at his door he was expecting. Wes got up and opened the door to see Jasmine. What he didn't expect was for the girl to practically jump him. Pushing his backwards though the door, she pushed it shut and dropped her bag.
"Hey." He breathed in the small amount of time their lips weren't connected. She kissed him again.
"Hi." She breathed pushing his blazer off his shoulders. His hands went to her hips as they kissed. She pulled back and started to fumble with his tie.
"Jazz baby slow down what's the matter?"
"I just really need you to do this for me Wes. Okay?"
"Babe just calm down explain." He pushed her hands off his tie and removed it himself before helping her out of her jacket and picking up his own blazer. When he turned back around he saw Jasmine pull the bobble out of her hair and then she kicked off her shoes before locking the door and moving forward to kiss him again.
"I really need you to do this alright." She kissed him again. "Please." He kissed her back a little confused.
"Okay." He breathed and she pushed him back onto the bed smiling and laughing breathily as he moved up the bed. She grabbed the hem of her tee and pulled it slowly up.
"I just really need you to make me forget Wes. Forget everything. Even my name, I just want me and you." She leant down and took her socks off. Wes had cottoned on to what was happening now.
"Are you sure?" he breathed as she popped the button in her red skinny jeans.
"I love you, I trust you and I'm sure." She said climbing on top of him.
"I love you too." She smiled.
"I want to forget my name." She breathed.
"I'm sure I can try that, just try remember mine." They both grinned into the next kiss.
"I'll try my best."
Jasmine got home late on Friday; she was accosted by Blaine pretty quickly.
"Where have you been?"
"Dalton. I called Burt and told him." She said hanging up her coat.
"Oh right."
"I'm going to have a shower and go to bed." She said.
"Its early."
"I'm tired Blaine its been a long hard week."
"Yes right, I just I know the officers said…"
"No Blaine. He's dead. He's dead till he walks back into my life and makes some comment about how I couldn't get rid of him that easily and he still gets his half the inheritance. I don't want hope it just hurts more when you are finally told."
"How is Wes?"
"He's fine." She said shrugging.
"He's fine?" Blaine said unconvinced.
"Yes that's what I said." Blaine frowned and nodded.
"Right what did you guys do today?"
"Nothing…Blaine what's with the Spanish inquisition?"
"You just seem different."
"I had a good afternoon. A great afternoon." She smiled and walked past him.
"Oh my god you slept with him."
"I did no such thing." Jasmine said walking up the stairs to her room, there had been no sleeping involved she thought to herself.
"You did. I bet you did I'm texting Wes."
"You do that." She pulled out her phone and quickly text Wes.
A gentleman never tells…at least not yet. J xxx she threw her phone onto her bed. Jasmine showered and changed into sweats and a tee shirt before she checked her phone again.
I know sweetheart btw you left something here xxx
Wes looked at the pair of soft purple lacy boy shorts that were definitely not his.
I know I'll need them next time I come over :P xxx
Now he was confused.
Why? :s xxx
Jasmine smiled and laughed to herself wow guys could be slow on the uptake.
I wont have any on me next time xxx
Wes nearly choked on the red vine he'd been eating. Dear god she was trying to kill him.
Well thank you for the warning xxx
You are most welcome. xxx
Jasmine put her phone on charge and then walked down stairs to the kitchen. Looking in the fridge she pulled out what was left of a cheesecake Kurt had made the other day and went to the cutlery draw and found a fork. She walked (cheesecake and all) to the living room and flopped down before digging into the pie. Burt chuckled.
"Healthy option you have there kid." Jasmine smiled and chewed quietly.
"It's good." She said after she swallowed.
"It's just good to see you eating." She smiled and continued to devour the dessert. Kurt came in and sat down next to her with a fork and handed her her phone.
"Its been buzzing like mad can hear it though the wall."
"Cheers." She took it and checked it. It was just Wes messing about and telling her about his conversation with Wes. She laughed and replied. "Hey I'm eating that!" she said taking the cheesecake back.
"I need ice cream." he muttered and stood up and walked to the kitchen before returning with a tub of Ben and Jerrys. He flopped down and popped the lid off and started at it with his spoon.
"What is with you kids this evening?" Jasmine looked up.
"Trauma can display in many was Mr H. in under or over eating and in major mood swings. I think that is what it is with me." Kurt looked up.
"Nationals next week."
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