Okay this little thing is a total AU since the Warblers won nationals (alongside the ND) in Big Brother Wes and Sebastian was chased out of Dalton by one angry Wes Montgomery.
ASiriuslyGleekyTimeLord sent me this request: "Would you be open to doing at least a drabble about Wes and the whole Hunter and steroids incident? When it happened the first thing I thought was "Big Brother Wes wouldn't let that ** go down..." so I think it would be awesome if you could!"
Now I HAVEN'T seen season 4 yet... haven't come to my country yet as far as I know... anywho. I looked at some videos on YouTube so I'd get a hum on who he is and had a friend tell me little bits of the plot about the steroids so it might not be completely correct :P
Anyway I noticed when I watched the Warblers and Blaine(what's up with that?! Don't tell me) sing "My Dark Side" that Thad and David were STILL at Dalton but I couldn't see them or Trent in the videos from Sectionals... I'm confused so I put in my own reason as to why they weren't at sectionals.
Oh and if MasterrWessy reads this: I AM working on your request, I'm just stuck for the moment... Have some problems figuring out what will happen after WotFA comes to Dalton after you-know-what happened to Wes ;)
Well that was the requests and this is how it turned out ;)
There was an assembly at Dalton, a few days after the Warblers got disqualified for using steroids. They were glared at by the other students and most by three Warblers that had refused using the drugs, that being Thad, David and Trent. Nick and Jeff tried to smile at them but only got glares back.
The assembly started with the principal and science teachers talking to them about the risks of using steroids and other "helping" drugs to gain some muscles. The Warblers felt looks aimed at them over and over again as the lecture went on. Hunter and Sebastian where the only ones that didn't look ashamed. They were satisfied with their decision.
Carmichael saw their almost smug faces and fought back a smirk. Those boys would not be able to look so smug when this assembly was over with. As soon as he heard what the Warblers had done he had made a phone call… to the only young man that could straighten out these boys, well half of them anyway. The other half would probably be so scared they either quit or followed their upper classmen's lead. Sebastian and Hunter were the ones he worried a bit about.
Hunter was used to meeting people who was higher in rank, or imagined so anyway and he could stare them down and Sebastian was too charming for his own good. He'd showed that last year, with the slushie incident.
Carmichael had called up the same person that time too, but luckily for Sebastian he was sick when the person came to Dalton. Carmichael had never seen this young man so angry and was almost afraid of him, but he knew the older Warblers that year were afraid of him. Carmichael remembered the conversation about the steroids… well it wasn't much of a conversation. The young man he called up cursed for a long time and then just said:
"We'll be there."
Carmichael hadn't understood what he meant with we but he understood that soon enough when he got about 30 calls telling him to have uniforms at a ready. Carmichael smiled a bit and looked to the side and saw a young man wearing black slacks, black boots, a black shirt, black tie and black trench coat. The only color on the outfit was the red D embroidered on the chest pocket of the trench coat. The young man nodded to him.
"And now", Carmichael said as the teachers finished their lectures. "We have one more person here to speak to you, to some more than others." He looked in the Warblers direction. "And I hope he can get through to you. Boys let's give a warm welcome to an alumni, former head boy, former dorm prefect, former valedictorian, former student council president, former martial arts' champion and captain and former leader of the Dalton Academy Warblers…"
"Oh shit", David swore.
"Wes Montgomery."
The seniors and juniors started cheering loudly, Wes had always been popular at Dalton after all. Carmichael and the teachers walked off of the stage and Wes passed them on his way, there wasn't a smile on his face and his eyes were cold and hard.
"Never thought I'd see the Dalton President hold a speech again", Jeff heard someone whisper behind him happily. Jeff sunk down in his seat, even more when Wes sent the Warblers a cold look.
"Jeff", Hunter whispered harshly. "Who is this guy?"
"The President of Dalton", Jeff whispered.
"President?"
"You heard his titles… and that's are just the official ones."
Hunter looked at the guy that helped move the pulpit aside and putting on one of those microphones performers used so that they could keep their hands free. He turned to Sebastian.
"We better keep an eye on this one", he whispered and Sebastian nodded.
"Looks like an easy nut to crack", Sebastian said and Trent snorted from behind them and the two turned to him, Thad and David.
"What", Hunter asked.
"You don't know Wes", David said, much paler than usual.
"He doesn't look so tough", Hunter said and looked at the guy. "We'll be able to handle him."
"Defiantly doesn't know Wes", Thad said and then looked at the stage as Wes applauded.
"I bet you are all wondering what I am doing", he asked and the boys in the big auditorium looked confused. "You see after a performance I always clap my hands, even if the performance is bad. It's just called being a gentleman." Wes started walking around on the stage slowly. The heels of his boots clicking. "You see, when I first came to Dalton I was told by some people that being a gentleman and a good sport is all what Dalton is about. Here no one is judged because of who they are and everyone has the same worth." He noticed a freshman in the front row.
"You laugh", Wes said calmly and the boy blushed. "I understand why. What was important when I resided at Dalton is clearly not as important anymore."
Mumbles spread around the room and Wes held up his hand and it quieted down at ones.
"When I was a student here I knew I could count on any of my classmates for help", Wes went on. "As a freshman, sophomore and junior I knew I could turn to older boys for help and receive it. Can anyone here say that Dalton is like that now?" He looked around. "Nobody? Wow… I'm gone two years and the place goes down the drain. Good job." He made two thumbs up in the direction of the Warblers.
"Good job" He aimed that one at a big group of seniors.
"Good job." He did the same towards a big group of juniors. Wes looked out at the boys and sighed while shaking his head.
"Wow, do you guys even know what it is to be a gentleman?" he asked. "It's not just about being polite and go all: I am sorry madam. Here let me get the door for you. Is there anything I can do to help?" He made little 'charades' while giving the examples and the boys laughed. "You laugh again, but that's the kind of boys that used to leave this school on graduation day. True gentlemen. But being a gentleman isn't only about being 'well-behaved'." He made air-quotes as he walked around again. "Me myself is certainly not well-behaved… at least not when there's no grownups watching." Everyone laughed and Wes smiled a bit.
"Who is this clown", Sebastian asked Hunter who only snorted.
"But I am not suicidal either", Wes' voice cut through the laughter and his smile was gone. His eyes were hard and angry. The room went quiet. Whispers spread around instead.
"Taking steroids", Wes went on. "Makes you grow stronger faster… but it ruins your body, some people even die. And it's their choice, they do it to themselves, they kill themselves. Not only biologically speaking."
The boys looked confused.
"What's he bubbling about", Hunter asked.
"Did you know that a person can die without really dying", Wes went on. He got no answer. "I count myself as a somewhat well-behaved gentleman… because I know what's wrong and what's right and I care for my health and well-being as well as the health and well-being of others. If I took steroids I would not just let myself down, I would let down everyone that believed in me. That looked up to me. That loves me." He looked at the Warblers. "You're never a winner if you cheat.
Cheating gives no true satisfaction, sure you feel like you are at the top of the world when you win… but the feeling won't last." He turned away from the Warblers and walked across the stage again. "You start thinking about it and it eats away at you… and makes you a bad person… not in competitions but to your loved ones.
When you are frustrated you often take it out on your surroundings… and it's not always 'dead' things like a wall and a mirror. You can hurt people. Did you know that when you take steroids you kill the side of you that knows about moral and the side that knows about ethics? Then who do you kill? The honesty, the loyalty, the pride, the dreaming part… a little by little you kill yourself." Wes smiled sadly. "When I was 14 Dalton was shaken by a suicide… a young man a senior named Elliot killed himself by drowning himself in the pool… the very same pool he had been made school champion and also state champion in butterfly four years in a row." Wes looked confused. "No one could understand it, why? Why did he do that? He had a bright future ahead of him. He was given a swimming scholarship and was going to compete in the next Olympics", Wes was smiling as he talked, fondly remembering the guy. "So why would such a star kill himself?" He looked at the quiet audience. "It became clear… when his brother told everyone what he left in his letter.
He explained how he even since freshman year had used steroids to get stronger, faster, better in a shorter amount of time… and with not having to work himself as hard as all the other guys. He admitted that the guilt had eaten at him ever since he won his first 'win'. He thought he'd be able to handle it at college but when he got into the Olympic swim team… he couldn't handle it anymore.
He didn't want to become a hero for the nation and then found out as a fraud and be looked down upon by the whole worlds as a cheater. He couldn't take it and the only way to stop it from happening was ending it all." Wes sighed. "Steroids ruin lives… and dreams… it's stupid and dangerous and doesn't make you feel like the best. The guilt never goes away." He looked at the guilty looking Warblers, except for Hunter and Sebastian that didn't look guilty at all.
"Working hard and getting results that way is so much better for everyone", Wes went on and looked at the freshman that had laughed. "You, what's your name?"
"Um… M-Marcus", the guys stuttered out.
"Marcus, are you on any sports team?"
"Yeah… um I'm a runner… 100 meters is my distance."
"Ah I see… do you know who Ben Johnson is?"
"Of course, he's the track star that got two golds, one in the world cup and one at the Olympics, as well as a world record, but he used steroids and lost all of it."
"Would you want to be remembered like that?"
"No!"
"Why?"
Marcus was quiet.
"I…" he then said. "I wouldn't be able to live with the shame."
"Good boy", Wes said and turned to the Warblers. "Will you?"
The Warblers looked at each other.
"Excuse me", a freshman asked.
"Will you be able to live with the shame of what you have been doing?"
"I… Yeah…"
"Even when all your teachers, your friends and schoolmates look at you like that?" Wes nodded to some boys that looked at the Warblers with sad, judging and disappointed looks. The freshman Warbler hurriedly looked away.
"How could you be so stupid", Wes continued and looked at the boys he know in the group. "Did you want to win so bad that you forgot the feelings good and hard work gives you when you do something amazing?"
"We wanted to win… for ones", Jeff called to Wes.
"Was it worth it?" Wes asked.
"I… I…"
"You lost some friends here Jeff", Wes said. "And some respect. I don't respect any of the Warblers. Truth is I only respect those of you that refuse. Good job boys." He applauded Thad, David and Trent. "But I am disappointed that the three of you didn't turn to your teachers for help… yes the Warblers are ruled by the boys alone… but this is still a school and the teachers has a say in what happens behind those doors. Personally I know what a choir that works hard and without using steroids is like."
"And we don't", Hunter asked.
"Not really", Wes said. "But I'll show you. With some help from my friends."
"Please tell me you didn't bring the New Directions here", Sebastian said.
"Of course not", Wes said calmly. "This is Dalton affairs… so I only bring Dalton students." He bakced away from the edge and closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He opened his eyes and started to sing. But as he did, so did about 30 other voices, it was all a cappella.
Wes and other men: Some nights I stay up cashing in my bad luck
Some nights I call it a draw
Some nights I wish that my lips could build a castle
Some nights I wish they'd just fall off
But I still wake up, I still see your ghost
Oh, Lord, I'm still not sure what I stand for oh
What do I stand for? What do I stand for?
Wes: Most nights I don't know anymore...– When Wes sang that a bunch of guys in black uniforms, like the one Wes was wearing took the stage and they started a dance routing rivaling Vocal Adrenaline.
Oh, whoa, oh, whoa, oh, whoa, oh, oh,
Oh, whoa, oh, whoa, oh, whoa, oh, oh
Wes: This is it, boys, this is war - what are we waiting for?
Why don't we break the rules already?
I was never one to believe the hype
Save that for the black and white
I try twice as hard and I'm half as liked,
But here they come again to jack my style
Wes pulled on his trench-coat's collar and as he did a brown haired guy put a hand on his upper arm and pushed him aside, taking over as lead.
Brown-haired boy: That's alright;
I found a martyr in my bed tonight
She stops my bones from wondering just who I am, who I am, who I am
Oh, who am I? Mmm... Mmm... -Wes made some strange handshake with a blonde guy, smiling and they bumped shoulders before getting into position and they joined the dance routine.
All (brown haired guy leads): Well, some nights I wish that this all would end
'Cause I could use some friends for a change.
And some nights I'm scared you'll forget me again
Some nights I always win, I always win...
All (Wes leads): But I still wake up, I still see your ghost
Oh, Lord, I'm still not sure what I stand for, oh
What do I stand for? What do I stand for?
Most nights I don't know... (oh, come on)
Wes: So this is it. I sold my soul for this?
African-American: Washed my hands of that for this?
Brown haired guy: I miss my mom and dad for this?
(Come on)
Wes: No. When I see stars, when I see, when I see stars, that's all they are
Blonde guy: When I hear songs, they sound like this one, so come on.
African-American: Oh, come on.
Brown haired guy: Oh, come on.
Wes: Oh, come on!
The boys in the auditorium cheered and got onto their feet and started to clap in time to the beat.
All (Wes leads): Well, that is it guys, that is all - five minutes in and I'm bored again
Ten years of this, I'm not sure if anybody understands
This one is not for the folks at home;
Sorry to leave, mom, I had to go
Who the fuck wants to die alone all dried up in the desert sun?
Wes: My heart is breaking for my sister and the con that she call "love"
When I look into my nephew's eyes...
Man, you wouldn't believe the most amazing things that can come from...
Some terrible nights... ah...
All: Oh, whoa, oh, whoa, oh, whoa, oh, oh,
Oh, whoa, oh, whoa, oh, whoa, oh, oh
Brown haired guy: The other night you wouldn't believe the dream I just had about you and me
I called you up but we'd both agree
Wes: It's for the best you didn't listen
It's for the best we get our distance... Oh...
It's for the best you didn't listen
It's for the best we get our distance... Oh...
The boys of Dalton cheered loudly as the number ended and the boys onstage took a bow.
"Philip Peters", Wes said pointing at the brown haired guy. "Lucas Bedford." The African-American nodded. "And Otto Johnson. And we used to be the Dalton Academy Warblers… 2004/2005."
The auditorium cheered but the Warblers that knew Wes looked confused. How could he be a Warbler if the other boys were it in 2004 and 2005? The "old" Warblers took a bow and left the stage. Wes looked at the audience:
"Which was better", he asked, not even looking as if he was tired after all the singing and dancing. "Us who worked hard to get to where we are… or the guys that took steroids?"
"You", a senior called. "Defiantly!" He was agreed with and Wes looked at Hunter and Sebastian.
"That's how it looks when you earn the respect and love", he said calmly. "Think about it… and maybe those judging looks can stop haunting you. Continue doing something this stupid and I can guarantee you it will only end in more suffering and pain. I suggested Carmichael to send all you boys into a "rehab" and when you get out… I hope you will all be men and not scared little worms. Think about it and to those Warblers that know me… I'm disappointed.
Don't contact me until you're clean and are man enough to face the consequences of your actions… and when you want to ask for my forgiveness for all the work I put down to help you make your voices what they are. I've helped every single one of you, some more and some less… and this is how you repay me? Well do me one favor, make sure Hunter and Sebastian get knocked off of their high horses and I'll think that you will do just fine. No one in this room have to listen to me", he looked around. "Just think about it… and be gentlemen… thank you."
He walked off the stage and the boys of Dalton cheered for him. Hunter and Sebastian didn't. They felt like prey… and by the looks they received from the other Warblers and boys they knew they were it. Hunter caught Wes' gaze just before the guy left the stage and the gaze said one thing:
"Check mate."
"Man he's good", Hunter said and Sebastian sighed.
Here you go, feel free to send me request by review or pm ;) And I'll see what I can do about it :D