Okay I HAD to do this because Little-Miss-Laughs-Alot and SickTired BOTH asked for it!
This is what L wrote me:
"Hey, with the Brother Wes Oneshots. What if you did one where something happens, and Wes has a panic attack? Like, idk, something happens, and they end up in a really claustrophobic area? Idk what would happen previous to that, or how they would get in there, but..."
And this is what S wrote:
"My God! I love this! 3 You know you should write a story where Wes would have a panic attack (just like in LBW) and the ND and the Warblers would try to help him, but they can't properly until Finn decides to be the big brother at the sitsuation and comfort him. :) if you have time and you like the idea of course. :)"
Well that was the requests and this is how it turned out ;)
"When I get my hands on those guys I will kill them", Wes growled. It was a stormy night in March and for some reason the boys in the Warblers had decided to throw a party in the commons for themselves and the New Directions.
When Wes found out he was furious and when he found the culprits, Niff and Klaine, all they did was grin at him and told him to loosen up. Wes growled that he was not okay with this party and that he would be given the blame for it if any teacher found out. The boys just grinned and said they'd gotten allowance from Carmichael to have a small Warbler party, they might just have forgotten to mention to him that the ND would be there as well. Wes had yelled at them for being utterly idiots.
Not only did they endanger their own places at this school but they were endangering the girls of ND too, by putting them in a school full of girl-deprived hormonal teenage boys! Wes remembered the trouble Justine used to have sometimes when she was around and what she did to the boys that tried to bother her was not pretty.
Now I bet you wonder why Wes wants to kill 'those guys'. Well it just so happens that Niff and Klaine stole his phone and dorm keys and dashed off so he had to follow them. He chased them all through the school and even by taking secret shortcuts they still slipped through his fingers. He jumped when a flash of light lit up the dark hallway.
"I hate thunderstorms", he grumbled as he got onto the third floor. "Oh great it had to be this place."
He was in the same corridor where he had been locked up all day in a janitor's closet. This hallway only had three doors, two of them were classrooms and the other a janitor's closet. Wes shuddered thinking about it.
"Now where are those guys", he grumbled as he walked on. And suddenly someone grabbed his arms. "Hey!" It was Jeff and Blaine.
"Hi Wes", Jeff said happily.
"Let go of me you dolts!" Wes growled and pulled on his arms.
"Um… no", Blaine said. "You see we think you need some time to chill out and stop ruining the mood."
"Blaine I am warning you, let me go or get castrated."
"He has such a foul mouth, don't you think guys?"
"Yes", Nick and Kurt answered and Wes glared at them, but then his eyes widened when he saw them open the janitor's closet.
"Hell no", he said and tried to dig his heels into the floor.
"We'll leave the light on", Nick teased. "Besides it's small and comfy."
"Guys I'm serious", Wes said. "Do not put me in there!"
"Sorry", Kurt said with a smile. "But you give us no choice."
"Guys you can't do this to me!"
"Course we can", Jeff said happily. "See ya in a few hours!"
They pushed him inside, slammed the door shut and locked it.
"NO!" Wes screamed in terror and hit on the door, but no sound was heard outside. "NO! Let me out!" The four culprits just high fived and left.
"Guys!" Wes called. "Let me out!"
He took a deep shuddering breath.
"Okay", he said. "It's… it's no big deal… things are gonna be okay… It's just a room… a small stuffy room but still a-a-a r-room a-a-and they'll come back s-soon… they… they won't forget me… yeah it's gonna be just fine…"
He backed away slowly from the door, his eyes wide in fear and his skin pale. As long as there was light it was not going to be as bad… but then the light bulb started to flicker when a crack of thunder was heard. Stupid thing with that door (and actually with my door at home) you could hear things from the outside but those on the outside could not hear sounds from inside the closet. When the thunder cracked like that and the light started to flicker Wes clutched his head, squeezed his eyes shut and sank down on the floor. Every time it became dark Wes felt as if evil shadows was creeping up on him, waiting to take him, taking him into the solitude and darkness where no one would find him. It was cold too… so cold and he started shivering in fear and of the cold.
"Come back", he whimpered. "Guys… come back…Please." He didn't know which guys he was calling out to, was it the Warblers of this year or the 'Warblers of the First Age'? He started to cry and felt the shadows creep closer onto him. He did not feel like 19 anymore. He felt like a scared 5 year old boy, locked into a small closet in his grandparents mansion.
"Please", he sobbed out. "Let me out!" He got up and started to hit on the door again. "Let me out!" He screamed that over and over again and pulled on the handle and hit on the door. He looked around in the closet for something to use but only found old buckets and cleaning supplies. He hit on the door with the buckets but nothing happened, it just left a few small marks and the buckets got dented. He was panicking and tears were streaming down his face. Suddenly the light started to flicker on and off more slowly and he looked around in terror.
"M-Mark", he whispered in fright. "Help me… Mark!" He started screaming. "Mark! Lucas! Alvaro! Help me!"
He hit on the door again, he hit so much his skin broke and he started to bleed.
"Justine!" he screamed. "Otto! Mitch! Nathan! Lucas! Kim! Twins!"
The light flickered slowly and then…
"Jerry", Wes sobbed and the light died. "JERRY!"
Now had this been on TV the last horrified scream would have echoed and as it died off we'd see Jeff's face come into focus the next morning as he sat up from the floor, grimacing.
"Oh man", he whined and rubbed his head. "What did I do last night?" He looked around the room and saw passed out teenagers everywhere. He smirked. It had been a fun and great party, too bad Wes missed it. That's when it hit him.
"Uh oh", he said and got up. He felt on all his pockets. "Key… key, key where is the key?" He started to dig amongst the cups, bottles and pillows around him, throwing them everywhere.
"Hey watch it", Nick said when something hit him.
"Where is it", Jeff asked as he worked on. "Oh no, no, no, no, no."
"Jeff", Blaine groaned. "What are you doing?"
"I can't find the key", Jeff said in panic.
"What key", Nick asked sitting up.
"To the janitor's closet."
"What janitor's closet", Puck asked watching them, he was holding an old coat of arms in his hand, a shield.
"The one we locked Wes into last night to keep him from the party!" Jeff said and Kurt, Blaine and Nick flew up.
"Holy shit we forgot about him!" Blaine yelled and they all started searching and the others woke up because of the noise.
"What are you doing", Trent asked.
"Has anyone seen a key?!" Jeff asked in panic.
"No", was the answers they got from most teens.
"Are you talking about the key that's peeking out from underneath the sofa", Thad asked with a weak voice. Jeff flew over the sofa and looked.
"YES!" he shouted at the top of his lungs and everyone groaned in pain. Jeff ignored that and ran out with the other three culprits following him. Puck decided to tag along, he would love to see this, Sam and Finn followed also.
"Don't worry Wes", Jeff yelled as he struggled with the lock. "We'll save you!" He was about to open the door when Nick stopped him.
"Wait", he said.
"What", Jeff asked.
"Do… do you think he'll be very angry?"
"No", Blaine said. "I mean… it's Wes right? He always forgive us for our antics… right?"
"Only one way to find out…" Jeff said and opened the door. He hid behind it expecting a furious fist to fly at him and he was also afraid to meet the angry glare from his friend and leader. But there was nothing, no shouting or hitting or glaring.
"Wes", Kurt asked carefully. "Are you in there?"
Had someone come by and let the senior out? The boys all walked closer and looked inside. The Warblers felt a bit worried when they saw their friend though. Wes was on the floor, knees pulled up to his chest, clutching his head and burying his face in his knees.
"Dude", Sam said. "What did they guy do in here?!" They all looked around and saw the broken buckets and cleaning supplies.
"Guys", Puck said, he was still holding that shield, well actually it was strapped to his arm and he couldn't remove it. "Check the door…"
They did and saw dents in the wood and…
"Is that… claw marks", Blaine asked and then stared at Wes. He saw his friend's hands, they were covered in blood that had dried.
"He sure as hell didn't want to stay in there."
"Oh shit", Jeff said and hurried inside. "Wes, hey buddy are you okay?"
He put a hand on Wes' shoulder and the older boy looked up and Jeff felt his insides turn to ice. The gaze that met his was haunted, scared… and so young. Wes' eyes looked like those on a scared toddler.
"Nick", Jeff called softly. "Go get principal Carmichael and the nurse."
"Sure", Nick said and hurried off.
"Come on Wes up you go", Jeff said and helped his friend rise. He led Wes outside and they all saw his disheveled state. His hair was tussled, his blazer open, his shirt wrinkled and bloody, his hands were torn up and he was ghostly pale.
"Wes are…" Blaine began. "Are you okay?" he reached out to see if Wes had a fever, so he reached for his forehead.
"Don't touch me", his friend answered in a quiet and fragile voice.
"Wes", Kurt said gently.
"Don't touch me", Wes said again, in the same broken and quiet voice and he pulled his arm loose. He had never sounded like that before.
"Wes you're starting to scare me", Kurt said. "Are you okay?"
"Leave me alone", Wes got out between small gasps of breath. He pushed past Kurt, swaying a bit and almost falling.
"Wes take it easy", Kurt said and grabbed him, but something flashed in Wes' eyes then.
"Leave me alone!" he shouted in fear and pushed Kurt back forcefully.
"Hey!" Puck said and grabbed Wes' arm. "Knock that off."
Wes screamed then and turned on Puck, swinging at his head.
"Whoa!" Puck said. "Dude what the fuck?!"
Wes screamed again and hit at him. Puck held the shield up and hid behind it and Wes started to pound on it. With every pound he screamed.
"What the hell!?" Puck yelled and Sam and Finn was shaken out of their shock and they grabbed hold of the raging and screaming senior.
"Calm down dude!" Sam said. "Yaow!" Wes had bit him and then screamed again. Finn growled darkly and put one hand over the shorter boy's mouth and held his other arm around his torso.
"Hey knock that off!" Finn shouted as the senior trashed in his arms. Puck got out from behind that shield.
"That guy is wacko", he said.
"Guys!" they heard someone call and they saw Nick hurry towards them. "Guys! Guys! Wes is claustrophobic! Whatever you do don't touch him or he'll panic!"
"Too late for that", Kurt mumbled and watched his friend trash like a panicked animal in his brother's arms. But the trashing was getting weaker and weaker and he stopped screaming, Finn could feel that so he removed his hand from Wes' mouth.
"Wes", Blaine asked as the guy relaxed completely. Carmichael and a few teachers came towards them. Wes' eyes closed and he went limp in Finn's arms. He didn't expect it at all so Wes fell to the floor with a thud.
"Shit", Sam said.
"Don't you touch him", Carmichael said sharply and pushed the boys back. "Move back boys there's nothing left to see."
The gym coach was with them and he was a rather big man. He bent down and picked Wes up like a small child.
"Take him to a hospital", Carmichael said. "And then one of you better call up Mark…" The four Warblers and the three boys from the ND watched as their friend was carried off and Carmichael turned to them.
"I am very disappointed in you boys", he said before walking off and Jeff sunk to his knees.
"We didn't know he's claustrophobic", he said and started to sob. Nick sank down beside him and pulled him into a hug. Finn, Sam and Puck left to tell the others what was going on and Kurt and Blaine joined Niff on the floor.
"Dude", Puck said to Sam as they walked. "I'm happy I got this shield stuck on my arm otherwise I'd be dead."
"What do you mean", Sam asked.
"That little guy sure knows how to pack a punch. I mean look at this thing… there's dents in it!"
And there were dents in it from where Wes had hit it. This epic party… didn't really seem that epic anymore.
The next day Wes still hadn't returned to the school, so whatever happened to him must've been bad, why else would the hospital keep him for the whole Saturday and still holding him Sunday afternoon? They had been yelled at by Carmichael for a long time for what they did to Wes… and for the whole party. At one point he even said that he should expel them all, but he changed his mind because Wes would most likely not want that later on.
The whole Saturday was spent cleaning up the Warbler Hall and the closet they locked Wes into. It was also full of lectures and guilt building up. They all waited outside of Wes' room for him to come back but he didn't. So Sunday afternoon they decided to go and visit him. Not everyone was allowed to go so it was Niff, David, Thad, Trent and Klaine that went. They got to the counter and asked for Wes' room and was appointed to one.
"Should we knock or just go inside", Jeff asked as they stood outside the door to Wes' private room.
"Knock", Kurt said. "At least I think so…"
"Yeah", Thad said. "We'll know then if he wants to see us."
"How do you mean", Trent asked.
"If he wants to see us he'll let us inside and if not… he'll slam the door in our faces."
"True", David said and knocked.
The door opened and they stared in confusion. In front of them was a girl, not much taller than Kurt and she looked to be in her early twenties. Her hair went past her waist and it was golden, like it really looked like gold and she was wearing a designer outfit that made Kurt jealous. She was wearing something that almost looked like the clothes a girl that rides horses wear but just a bit more stylish. She had beautiful eyes as well but when she saw them her eyes turned cold.
"Yes", she asked coldly.
"Hi", Blaine said and smiled. "Is this Wes Montgomery's room."
"No", she said and closed the door in their faces.
"Oh…" Blaine said to the door and then turned to the boys. "I guess we got the wrong room."
They went to the counter again and asked for the room again and was appointed to the same door. This time Kurt knocked and the girl opened the door again and glared at them.
"What do you want", she asked.
"We want to see Wes and the nurse said this is his room", Kurt said.
"Well it is", she said.
"But why did-"
"And you are not welcome here", she said.
"Excuse me?!"
"Are you deaf as well as stupid? I said you are not welcome here."
"Wes is our friend", Nick objected. "We are allowed to visit him if we want to!"
"Not if he doesn't want to see you."
"What are you talking about", Jeff asked. "Wes loves us."
"Loved", she said sharply. "He feels betrayed by you." She stepped out in the hall and closed the door behind her.
"How could you be so stupid", she spat. "Have you no radar for when someone is obviously scared?!"
"We didn't know he's claustrophobic", Nick spat at her.
"Oh but didn't he give you hints?!"
The boys thought back to the moment they got Wes into the closet. His eyes were big and he was doing everything in his power to stay away from it.
"We just thought he didn't like the idea of getting into that dirty room", Kurt said and then yelped as the girl slapped him.
"What was that for?!" Blaine yelled. "Ow!" she had slapped him too and then she slapped all boys.
"That's far less than you deserve for breaking my darling again!" she yelled. "Do you know how hard to get him out of his shell in the first place? And then how hard it was to get him out of it again after Jesse St. Fucking James locked him in that same closet?! Do you have any idea how hard we're still trying to get through to him?! Do you have any idea of how broken he is?!"
"What are you talking about", Nick asked. "Wes is strong, he's never broken."
Her eyes flashed in anger. The boys' eyes widened in shock and fear as she grabbed Nick's Dalton tie and pulled him into the room and slammed the door shut.
"What do you call that then", she spat at the boy and Nick stared at the hospital bed. He saw his friend lying in it, clutching the sheets in a painful grip and he was trashing and shivering. His hands were bandaged and he was pale and sweaty. Nick also gaped when a young man a bit older than this girl came in from the bathroom and hurried up to the bed. This guy was African-American and he was huge. Nick had never seen such a big guy in his life. The guy sat down on the bed and gently put his hands on Wes' and made his fingers let go of the fabric. Carefully the giant pulled the whimpering kid into his arms and held him tight, rocking him gently. Nick saw how his friend clutched the fabric of this young man's shirt as if he was afraid that the guy would disappear if he let go.
"I'm here little buddy", the guy said. "Don't worry… I'm here, nothing's gonna hurt you."
"Wes", Nick asked and moved closer but the girl grabbed him in a surprisingly strong grip.
"Haven't you done enough", she growled.
"Wes", the guy that was holding Nick's friend said and caressed his hair. "I have not left you, we'll never leave you."
"Mark", Wes whispered and Nick noticed and that Wes' eyes were slowly opening. There was no spark or glow in his eyes, no warmth, no life no nothing.
"Wes", Nick said and his friend turned to him.
"You… left… me", Wes choked out.
"I know, we're sorry."
"Go away…" Wes turned away from him.
"What", Nick asked.
"I said go away…"
"But Wes-"
"GO AWAY!" Wes screamed and clutched his head. "Go away, go away, go away!"
"You heard him", the girl said and grabbed his arm. "Out."
She dragged him to the door and pushed him out, the other Warblers stared and she gave them all a death glare.
"And stay out", she said and slammed the door shut.
A few days went by and Wes returned to school, but no one saw him except for the seniors in his class, but rumors still flew around. Things like:
"Wow did you see Montgomery's hands? I heard he smashed a few mirrors."
"I heard Montgomery got jumped by some gang and beat them up so badly his hands got cut up, look at his hands if you don't believe me!"
"Did you see his hands? He must be training way too hard."
"Did he fall or something? What happened to his hands?"
The Warblers were all feeling bad and it wasn't getting better by the fact that most teachers kept sending them disapproving looks, especially Ms. Lincoln the French teacher. She overheard Nick tell the others about the scary girl at the hospital. The only thing she said was:
"I see you met Justine."
The Warblers were right now in the Warbler Hall, waiting for Wes to arrive. He hadn't been there for any of them and they were getting worried. As they were sitting there the doors were opened and that girl from the hospital came inside. But she wasn't alone. She was holding Wes' bandaged hand in hers. Wes' eyes were dull and lifeless… just like last time Nick saw him and the four that locked Wes in sunk deep down in their seats. Wes took his seat between Thad and David and the girl stood behind him, holding her arms around him, smiling softly. Wes took the gavel and looked at the group.
"Sorry I'm late", he said and the boys all startled. Because a: it didn't even sound like Wes and b: it was the first thing he said since before the party.
"Let's start this rehearsal", Wes continued. "Regionals are closing in on us… any ideas of what to do?"
The room was completely silent and Wes looked around and the guilty faces and he sighed.
"Say it", he said.
"Wes darling not now", the girl said.
"Say it", Wes said and looked at Niff and Klaine. "Say it."
"Say what", Kurt asked. "That we're sorry? Because Wes we are. We are super sorry for locking you up. We never would've done it if we knew you're claustrophobic?"
"And my struggles against your grip didn't tell you something was up?"
"No because", Jeff began. "We just… we just thought it was 'normal' struggle you know…."
"And we really are sorry", Blaine hurriedly said. "We didn't know you'd freak out if we locked you up…"
"You didn't check back", Wes said and his eyes looked… sad.
"We forgot", Nick said in a quivering voice. "Wes I'm so sorry, we forgot it when we got drunk."
"He could have died", the girl said angrily.
"No he couldn't", David said and she glared at him.
"What if you got so drunk you forgot all about it the next morning? Do you even know the damage you caused?!"
"Justine", Wes said softly.
"Did you know how long it took for Wes to even answer me and Mark?! The first words he said was the ones you heard." She glared at Nick. Nick's eyes widened.
"But", he said.
"No, no buts."
"Justine", Wes said. "Leave them alone."
"No I won't", she said and let go of him and walked around the table. "Listen up now you idiots." she put her hands on her hips. "You guys have fucked up and do you know why?"
The Warblers nodded.
"Well then tell me", she said and crossed her arms.
"We locked a claustrophobic guy into a tiny closet", Kurt said.
"That's not the problem", she said.
"What's the problem then", Blaine asked.
"Justine", Wes tried again and got up slowly.
"You broke his trust", she answered. "Wes has a very hard time trusting people. When he got to this school he did not trust anyone and we worked very hard to make him trust us. Two times we lost that trust but we regained it. It was a lot of work, but it made him the person he is today. You all think your lives suck? Well try spending your whole childhood in hell."
"What are you talking about", David asked and stood up from the council table. The girl turned around. She noticed Wes looking at his bandaged hands and Thad looking at him worriedly, while David glared at her.
"Oh I see", she said. "He still doesn't trust you. If he did you would know."
"Justine", Wes said. "Please stop it…"
"Right… sorry I'm just upset."
Wes looked up at her.
"I can't do this", he then said and got up.
"Wes", Thad said and grabbed his arm as the senior walked past him.
"Not… now", Wes said and walked out of the room. Justine sighed.
"It's worse than last time", she sighed. "Mark go with him will you?"
Now was the first time the Warblers noticed the giant standing in the corner. The man nodded and followed Wes out the door. Justine turned to the Warblers, eyes ablaze.
"Have you boys ever seen Wes in a weak state before today", she asked and they shook their heads. "And why is that?"
"Because he's our older brother", Thad said. "He never shows any weakness in front of us… if something was wrong we'd know."
"But did you? If you would've noticed it we wouldn't be here in the first place!" she yelled this at Thad.
"Hey it was an accident", Blaine said and got up. "Who are you anyway? You act as if you care about Wes but you didn't let us see him at the hospital. He's our big brother and we love him!"
"Yes but he's my younger brother", she spat angrily. "And I love him most, we have seen him vulnerable and it is not a great site. Last time he was like this it took weeks for him to snap out of it. He is still not responding to us."
"Excuse me", Blaine said.
"Wes is shutting us out", she yelled. "He is shutting everyone out and we don't know how to get him back."
"But he doesn't want us", Nick said. "He yelled at me to get out."
"Wes had a sever panic attack after you locked him into that closet. He wore himself out and got a fever going… as well as memories from his shit of a childhood came crawling back into his consciousness."
"What are you talking about?" Kurt asked. "What shitty background?"
"It's not my thing to tell you and Wes clearly doesn't want you to know otherwise you would've known about it already. Now if you excuse me, I have to find my little brother." She left them and slammed the door shut behind her.
The Warblers had no idea how long they'd been sitting there but the next thing that happened, a few hours later, was the sound of knocking being heard.
"Come in", David called and the door opened and a guy in a black suit stepped inside.
"Hi", he said. "I'm looking for Wes Montgomery."
The Warblers stared at him and then Kurt got up to escort the guy.
Mark and Justine were watching Wes sit on his bed, clutching his head. He was trying to get all the bad memories out, but nothing helped. He'd hoped that he'd snap out of it being in front of his little brothers, but nothing worked. He wanted to get rid of the shadows and the haze and the fear and the panic and the worry. But nothing helped. He couldn't power through it.
It had been worse this time… worse than when he got locked in the last time. Because then there was no thunder… it was not as alike as it was this time. Wes was scared and he hated being scared. Justine and Mark kept telling him that he was safe, but he didn't feel safe.
He'd gotten calls every day from his friends from his first year at Dalton and some of the others. But Jerry hadn't called yet and Wes needed him, he needed him more than ever. Jerry would make all the pain and fear and shadows and panic and terrors and regret and anxiety go away. All the shadows and darkness and tightness would go… he would not feel as if he couldn't breathe… he would be safe. But Jerry was not coming. He was in China… or maybe somewhere in Europe. Jerry wouldn't come.
"Darling please look at me", Justine said softly but Wes just shook his head clutching his head. He heard someone knock on the door and he felt Mark move from beside him and walk up to the door. He heard a gasp and then someone slowly walked into the room. He felt someone sit beside him.
"I'm sorry I'm late kiddo", a voice said and Wes' eyes flew open and he slowly, very slowly looked up. He felt a hand on his shoulder and he looked at it. Then he looked up along the arm until his gaze fell on the face of the person that hand belonged too. He met a pair of dark eyes that had tears in them, but was warm, safe and comforting. The person smiled slightly.
"Hi kiddo", he said.
"Jerry", Wes whimpered and the dame broke. He started crying and Jerry pulled him into a tight hug and Wes clung to him.
"Sh kiddo I'm here", Jerry soothed. "I'm sorry, I won't leave ever again. I'm here, don't worry. You're safe now. You're safe."
"Jerry", Wes sobbed.
Mark and Justine watched the two hug and Justine had tears going down her cheeks. She looked at Kurt and smiled. Kurt looked at her.
"What should we do now", he asked.
"Well", Justine said. "Work on getting his trust back, but for now just leave him to us. We know how to handle him when he needs a big brother."
"But you're a girl…"
"Only half of the time dear", Justine said with a sigh. "Only half of the time."
Kurt nodded and left the room to relay her message to the other Warblers. They had a lot of work to do and hopefully they could regain Wes' love and trust… soon.
Here you go, feel free to send me request by review or pm ;) And I'll see what I can do about it :D