Okay this little thing I've been working with for a while ;) after MasterrWessy asked for it. The story didn't become exactly like you asked for but I did my best. I hope you're happy with it.

"Are you sure this is gonna work", Blaine asked Jeff as he looked at the bubbling pot in front of him, Nick, Kurt and Jeff.

"Of course I am", Jeff said happily. "In this old book of spells that I found in the library it says that all the stuff I've been mixing in will help anyone grow taller."

"But it smells really weird."

"It's a potion", Jeff said and looked in the book. "Made out of a lot of strange stuff with very strange smells."

"Are you sure you interpreted it correctly", Kurt asked from where he and Nick were sitting or in Nick's case standing by the kitchen island in the Dalton Academy's cafeteria kitchen. "I don't want my boyfriend to die."

"Hey I aced Latin", Jeff said.

"No you didn't", Nick said fondly.

"Should I be worried", Blaine asked with a grin.

"Not at all", Jeff said happily. "My Latin skills are amazing and I'm a good chef."

That was true. Surprisingly enough the hyper boy was a really good cook. Kurt and Nick looked at each other. They weren't okay with this idea at all and they thought their boyfriends were complete and utter idiots for even believing something like this.

Jeff had found an old 'witch-craft' book in the library a few days ago and now they were trying to make, what Jeff had translated from Latin to English, a growth potion that would make you grow 'seven years'. They didn't understand what that meant but figured it was some old witchy code. Maybe you'd grow the amount of the height of a seven year old child.

Kurt and Nick were worried that the boys would poison Blaine, because he was the one that wanted to grow taller or that they would get caught. They were not supposed to be in the cafeteria kitchens because they were technically supposed to be in their dorm, the Dragon and sleep. But they only got time to do this at night and there were no pots big enough for the potion in their dorm kitchen.

"Just two more minutes", Jeff said and sprinkled something in. "And Blaine will be able to drink it."

"Good and then you can explain to me why the hell you aren't in your beds", a voice said from the door and all four culprits turned around and saw a very angry Wes Montgomery glare at them.

"Wes", the four squeaked.

"What the hell are you four doing in here", Wes hissed as he walked in. "Do you have any idea how much trouble you could get into for this?!"

"How about you", Jeff asked.

"I'm head boy and dorm prefect", Wes said. "It's my job to chase down missing people and tonight I put up on the message board that I would check that everyone was asleep in their beds at midnight and not running around the school."

The boys blushed. They'd totally missed that.

"Now what the hell is going on", Wes hissed and walked up to Jeff and Blaine by the stove.

"We were um…" Blaine began.

"We were at the observatory and got this craving for tea", Kurt hurriedly cut in and Wes turned to him.

"Really", he asked and Kurt and Nick nodded furiously.

"Yeah", Nick said. "And Jeff told us about this recipe for tea his grandma uses to make so we tried it out."

Wes looked at the pot.

"Is that the stuff", he asked.

"Yeah", Jeff said and stepped away from the pot. He was afraid Wes would look into it though and see that it didn't even look like tea. Wes walked up to the pot and Jeff's heart sank.

"It looks like tea", Wes said and Blaine and Jeff stared at the pot in shock. And what they saw had them gape in shock. The brew that had been thick and greenish before was now a nice auburn transparent drink. Wes sniffed it and nearly gagged though.

"Geez it smells horrible", he said, his eyes watering slightly. "You are intending to drink this shit?"

"Yeah", Jeff said.

"Give me a cup", Wes said and was stared at.

"What", Blaine asked.

"If that doesn't kill me I can believe you are actually trying to make some tea… so give me some."

Jeff hesitantly took a cup and poured some of the brew into it. Wes blew on it and sniffed and he looked as if he'd smelt a drug or something.

"Phew", he said. "Okay… here we go…"

"Grandma said to drink all at ones", Jeff hurriedly cut in, seeing the opportunity. Wes was going to be their guinea pig and not even knowing it. Wes was also short so if he grew they knew the thing worked.

"Fine", Wes said and cocked an eyebrow. "Strange… the cup isn't even warm… could it cool off that fast?"

"Yeah", Jeff said after reading his book that said that the potion was perfect if it cooled off after being put in a cup.

"Here goes then", Wes said and drank. His squeezed his eyes shut but drank it all and then put the cup aside.

"Are you okay", Nick said carefully.

"Oh shit that was bad", Wes said and coughed. "What was in that thing?"

"Lots of herbs", Jeff mumbled.

"Whatever it was", Wes said and his eyes got teary. "It was horrible… do not drink it."

"We won't", Kurt said hurriedly.

Wes nodded and they saw that his face was pale, that he was sweaty and he was obviously having trouble to breathe. He loosened his tie and unbuttoned his collar.

"Are you sure you're okay", Nick asked him worriedly.

"It feels as if I've gotten a fever", Wes said. "No I feel drunk. God Jeff what was that?"

"I dunno… that never happened before…" Jeff mumbled.

"I'm gonna head to bed", Wes said and turned around but stumbled and nearly fell.

"Wes!" Blaine exclaimed and caught his arm and steadied him.

"I'm okay", Wes said. "Like I said, I feel drunk and my balance is off…"

"We'll help you to your room", Kurt told him and Nick nodded. "While Blaine and Jeff get rid of that vile thing and clean up the kitchen."

"Yes love", Blaine said.

"Okay", Wes agreed looking dead on his feet. Nick and Kurt hurriedly got to his side and helped him out of the kitchen. One thing was clear other than the potion making Wes sick… it didn't make him grow.

Jeff and Blaine were a bit disappointed but as long as Wes lived they were happy. They poured out the brew in the sink and then cleaned up the place before leaving. While they did that Kurt and Nick got Wes to his room and into bed, still wearing uniform because now he was freezing so much he refused to let them help him change into his pajamas. They left the room and went to their own, preparing to lash into their boyfriends the next day.

Next day Wes didn't come down for breakfast and the four culprits figured it was their fault. They decided to check up on him at lunch. When they got there Wes wasn't in his room. They then figured that he'd gone to the nurse or something and decided to return later.

Now the day went by smoothly but they started to hear weird rumors around the school. The rumors talked a tiny kid in a Dalton uniform working in a room in the library. The kid didn't speak to anyone and was the tiniest boy ever seen at Dalton. The Warblers all heard about it and a few actually went to the library to have a look but they didn't see the kid. But the rumors still went around the place. Even some of the teachers seemed confused and some of them seemed troubled… especially the French teacher Ms. Lincoln. She looked as if she'd seen a ghost.

When it was time for Warbler rehearsals the boys all went to the Warbler Hall, talking about the rumors and when they got there they stopped outside of the doors as they heard someone play the piano. This someone was playing Tomorrow Is Another Day. Which could only mean that it was one person. David grinned and pushed the doors open.

"Yo Wes where you've been all day", he asked as they entered but the grin slid off his face and he stopped walking. He stared at the piano as did everyone else. Behind it sat a boy in a Dalton uniform but he was not their big brother. This kid was tiny. He turned around and looked at them. He was Asian and his brow furrowed when he saw them.

"Who are you", he asked. "And what are you doing here?"

"Uh", David said.

"This is the Warbler Hall", Kurt said.

"I know", the kid said and stood up. He couldn't be more than 120 centimeters (3 feet and 11.3 inches) and he walked up to them and looked up at them. "Who are you?"

"Well we're the Warblers", Kurt said.

"No you're not", the boy said.

"Excuse me?"

"I know the Warblers and you're not them."

"Yes we are", Blaine said.

"No. I don't see Jerry or Mark with you and Mark's so big you can't miss him… who are you? Are you here to mess with me, did Alvaro send you to mess with me?"

"What are you talking about", David asked. "Who the hell is Alvaro? And who are you?"

"I'm Wesley Montgomery." They stared at him. "Who're you?"

"Wait, wait", Nick said. "You're Wesley Montgomery?"

"Yes", the boy said and looked a bit scared. "What's going on?"

"This has got to be a mistake", Jeff said. "The Wesley Montgomery we know is this tall!" He held his hand up at about Wes' height.

"Then it can't be me", Wesley said.

"Exactly."

"But it's my name is Wesley and Nathan calls me Wes…"

"Who the heck is Nathan?" someone asked.

"A Warbler, he's just a freshman though… If you don't know him you can't be Warblers… so who are you?"

"Okay funny", Blaine said. "Now what's your real name?"

"I said my real name", the kid mumbled. "I'm Wesley Montgomery."

"Prove it", Joseph said and crossed his arms. "When were you born?"

"I… I was born February 9, 1992."

The Warblers laughed.

"What", the kid asked. "What's so funny?"

"You can't be born 1992", Kurt said.

"Why?"

"You're not 19, you don't even look the part", Nick said with a smirk. "It's not possible with your height."

"I'm not 19 I'm 12."

The Warblers stared at him and then Thad asked:

"What's today's date?"

"Um December 15", the kid said.

"What year?"

"Uh… 2004?"

The Warblers stared at him and then they started to laugh and the kid looked really scared. Backing away from them until his back hit the windows.

"Try March 2, 2011", Fred laughed and the kid stared at them.

"You're lying", he said, eyes big as tennis balls.

"No we're not", Blaine said and crouched in front of the kid that looked close to tears now. "So what's your real name and how old are you? What are you doing at Dalton?"

"I told you", the kid got out trying hard not to cry.

"Tell me again kid."

"I'm Wesley Montgomery and I'm 12, I was born February 9 in 1992 and I go to school here."

"Kid that's impossible."

"No… it's not. That's who I am."

"Nice try", Joseph said and walked up to them and grabbed the kid's arm. "Someone sent this kid to spy on us, let's show him out."

"Let go of me", the kid said and struggled.

"Tell us who you are then", Blaine said sharply.

"I have!" the kid said and pulled on his arm. "Let go of me! What have you done to my friends? Where's Jerry, Mark and the others?"

"There's no one here with those names", Kurt said firmly. "Now stop lying. You're not Wes and you are certainly not a student here."

"I am! I am! Ask principal Carmichael if you don't believe me!"

"As if", Nick called.

"It's true! Let go of me! You're hurting me!"

Joseph didn't let go, but then something flashed in the kid's eyes and all of a sudden Joseph was on the floor. The kid had performed a judo-grip on him that knocked him to the ground. The Warblers stared in shock and the kid bolted for the door but Blaine grabbed him around the middle.

"Let go", the kid screamed. "That hurts!"

"Then tell us who you are", Kurt said sharply.

"I did", the kid sobbed. "I'm Wesley Montgomery."

"You're lying", David spat.

"I'm not… ask P-Principal C-Carmichael! Let me go!"

"Boys", they heard a sharp voice said from the door and they turned and saw their principal and a very pale Ms. Lincoln stand there.

"Sir", Blaine asked, still holding on to the imposter.

"Let him go Blaine", Carmichael said and Blaine did as he was told. The small boy looked down on his feet and wiped his eyes, while sniffling. Carmichael looked at him.

"Wesley", he said kindly. "Could you come over here?"

The boy shuffled over to Carmichael. The man put two fingers underneath the boy's chin and tilted his face up and his eyes widened. The boy looked at him.

"Sir", he asked. "Who are these boys? Why are they so mean to me?"

"I don't know about that last part Wesley", Carmichael said. "Are you okay?"

"No…" Wesley sniffled. "I'm scared and I'm confused and I don't know what's going on. No one in the Dragon or the library looked the same, my room didn't look the same, my clothes were too big when I woke up and I had to look everywhere until I found my uniform that was hidden underneath my bed, Ms. Lincoln stared at me as if I was a ghost, I can't find Mark, Jerry or the others and these guys are telling me it's 2011 and not 2004, you don't look the same either and it doesn't look the same outside either... Sir I'm scared." The kid started crying and Carmichael pulled him into a hug and rubbed the child's head soothingly.

"Sh son it's okay", he said soothingly. "Don't worry. I got you. I got you. Don't worry everything's gonna be alright."

"What's going on", the kid sobbed.

"I'm not sure Wes… I am really not sure."

"Sir", Thad asked. "Is that… is he really… Wes?"

"Yes", Carmichael said and sighed, not looking up from the child he was hugging. "Yes this is the Wes Montgomery that came to Dalton… 7 years ago."

The Warblers stared at the small boy Carmichael was hugging. They couldn't believe it. It was impossible! How could Wes go from being a healthy 19 year old to a scared, timid and tiny 12 year old over night?! It didn't make sense! And how the heck where they even going to turn him back?!

They'd been sitting in the Warbler Hall for hours, talking to their principal trying to figure out what the heck happened. Tiny-Wes was on a couch far away from them and Ms. Lincoln was beside him, trying to sooth him but it didn't seem to work. He was shying away from her touches and he still looked really scared.

"Something happened last night that turned Wesley into his old self", Carmichael said and watched the child sadly. "I never thought I'd see that boy again."

"What do you mean sir", David asked.

"Oh these days when I see him", Carmichael went on, clearly not hearing David. "I see such a strong, warm, safe, responsible, intelligent and bright young man. A young man so aware of his surroundings that he always knows who's coming and going." He sighed. "And then I remembered the child that arrived here all those years ago. That poor, sad, lonely and broken little child that came here because he was not wanted anywhere else and I think to myself… 'I'm so happy that child is gone and that I won't have to see those dead and broken eyes ever again'… but now…" He looked at the child across the room. His eyes were dull and scared and suspicious. He didn't trust anyone in this room.

"Sir what are we going to do", Thad asked. "He clearly has no idea of who we are."

"True… you weren't here 7 years ago."

Nick's head snapped up.

"How many years did you say", he asked.

"7", Carmichael said and looked at him. "Why?"

Nick looked at Kurt, Jeff and Blaine.

"Seven years", he told them and realization hit them. "Jeff where is that damn witch book?!"

Everyone stared at the blonde as he started to roam through his bag.

"Here it is", he said and Nick swiped it and searched until he found the right page.

"Here", he said and then read the title: "Antiquus anemon."

"Right", Jeff said. "It means growth potion."

"No", Carmichael said and took the book. "Antiquus means earlier." He read the pages. "This is an age reducing potion… boys where did you find this book?"

"In the library", Jeff explained. "It fell out of a book I needed for Classical Literature."

"Did you make this potion?"

"Yeah", Blaine said. "We thought it was a growth potion and wanted to see if it worked."

Thad hung with his head.

"Did Wes drink it by any chance?" he asked and Klaine and Niff blushed.

"Looks like we got the reason", David said. "Now how do we solve it?"

"Well", Carmichael said. "This book states that there is an antidote, but not in this book."

"We need to find that second book then", Fred said.

"It will be hard… most of these books got destroyed a long, long time ago."

"Sir", Trent asked. "What do we do about Wes? He clearly doesn't trust us and I don't think we can actually handle him when he's in this state."

"I know… but I know someone who can", Carmichael said and got up. "I will make a few phone calls and tomorrow you boys will search every inch of the library until you find the second part of this book. Understood?"

"Yes sir", they said and Carmichael walked over to Wes and said something to him. The boy nodded and followed him out. Looking suspiciously at the Warblers. When the grownups and Wes were gone the Warblers despaired. How where they supposed to find that book? And how long did they have before the effect of that drink became permanent?! And who would Wes trust if he couldn't trust Carmichael or them? And why did Wes get there so young anyway? What was going on? They didn't know, the only thing they knew was that Wes needed them for ones.

"Never thought I'd be back at this place in these clothes ever again", Mark said and looked at himself in the mirror of the men's room of the first floor at Dalton. He was wearing the black uniform of the Dalton seniors, which wasn't used anymore. Beside him was Lucas, Nathan, Justine, Mitch and Otto. They'd all gotten a call from Carmichael and the man told them to come to Dalton as soon as possible. When they got there he informed them of what had happened. Somehow Wes had been returned to his 12 year old self and didn't trust anyone at the school. He had been 12 for three days now and the effect of the potion didn't seem to wear off.

"I never thought we'd be in this situation ever again", Justine said and fixed her skirt. "I thought we got rid of that boy years ago and would never have to face him again."

"So did everyone", Mitch said. "But we can't blame this on Wes… it's not his fault."

"I know… I'm just upset he has to go through it again."

"Well look at the bright side", Nathan said with a grin. "We get to be Dalton students again and we look utterly amazing in these uniforms."

"And you look so much better without that mustache", his fiancé said with a tiny smile.

"Hey! I resent that!"

"It's true", Otto said. "There, we're all done."

They looked at each other and smiled.

"You can take the kid out of Dalton but never take Dalton out of the kid", Lucas said. They all looked a lot like they had back then, luckily.

"Never was a truer word spoken", a voice said from the door and they turned and saw a tall Asian wearing the black Dalton uniform.

"Jerry!" Justine cried and ran over to him. They hugged tightly and the others followed suit. The group talked for a few minutes before nodding and leaving the men's room.

The Warblers and Tiny-Wes was in the Warbler Hall. The Warblers were trying to talk to him but he shied away from them the entire time and didn't look at them. He only mumbled replies ones in a while. It was too weird to see their strong and collected brother this small and frail. It was frustrating as well because they didn't know how to handle someone like this… that was what Wes was good at. Suddenly there was a knock at the door. But before anyone could answer they were thrown open.

"We don't have to knock", a brown haired young man said as he entered the room. "This is our hall!"

The blonde behind him rolled his eyes.

"Nate it's called courtesy", a tired voice said and Tiny-Wes' head snapped up. The Warblers looked at the group that entered. It was six young men in Dalton uniform and a girl in a female version of it. Two of them were in black uniforms though, with long trench coats. The Warblers were confused.

"Don't be such a bore Jerry", 'Nate' said and then looked around the room. "Now where is he?"

The Warblers stared as Tiny-Wes got up from his seat and hurried over to them.

"Hi there buddy", the blonde said and pulled him into a hug. "How's it going?"

"Where have you been", the kid said lowly.

"Sorry", a very big guy said and crouched in front of Tiny-Wes. "But the freshmen had a school trip that we had to go to. Jerry and I went as chaperones, Lucas and Justine have been out sick. Okay?"

"Where are the others", Tiny-Wes asked. The Warblers stared as the tall Asian walked up to Tiny-Wes and the big guy and the blonde.

"Is that Wes' brother", Kurt whispered to Blaine. "They look so much alike that it's scary."

"I don't know…" Blaine answered. "Truth is, I don't know anything about Wes' family. He never speaks of it."

"Why?"

"I don't know… he just don't. Whenever someone asks about his family he shuts like a clam."

"Well maybe this Wes will actually say something?"

"Kurt no."

"Why not?"

"Because-"

They heard a squeak and looked up and saw that very big guy stand up, hugging the kid tight to him.

"Mark you're killing me", the kid said and hit on the guy. "Put me down! I'm not a teddy bear!"

"I know, I've just missed you", Mark said.

"That's no excuse for suffocating me!"

Kurt and the others looked at each other. What happened to the scared kid? This was more like their usual Wes. There was a chuckle from the door and everyone in the room turned to see Principal Carmichael.

"Well", he said. "Seems like I was right."

"Sir", the Asian asked.

"Wes is clearly comfortable enough around you to act more like the boy we know and not the broken child he came as."

"I was wondering about that", Kurt said and looked at the man. "Why did Wes get here so early in life?"

"Uhm…"

"That's none of your business", Tiny-Wes growled.

"Hey take it easy", Nick said. "We just wanna know."

"Oh like you just wanted to throw me out a few days ago and acted like bullies?"

"We did not!"

"The bruise on my arm says otherwise!"

The boys and girl by his side glared at the Warblers that all felt very nervous

"You hurt our little brother", the girl asked.

"We thought he was an imposter sent from some other choir", Kurt hurriedly told her. "It wouldn't be the first time…"

The girl glared at him.

"Who are you people", Thad asked then. "Why do you know Wes so well?"

"We were here when Wes first arrived", the African-American with glasses said. "We've been looking out for him."

"More or less", Tiny-Wes muttered.

"I heard that."

The girl rolled her eyes.

"I'm Justine Gideon", she said and shook hands with Thad. "The one and only Warbleress. Before you ask, yes I was a Dalton student and my male name is Justin Gideon. Never liked being a boy so here I am in all my glory. I'm the queen bitch of this school and no one can take my throne from me."

"Trust us", a small boy around Blaine and Thad's height said. "You don't want to try. My darling is dangerous when angry and competitive."

"I am not!"

"Yes you are." The boy walked up to Thad and shook hands with him as well. "Mitch Magnusson, 'freshman Warbler' and resident of the White Tiger."

"Boo" the blonde said and Mitch rolled his eyes.

"Wassup I'm Nathan Newland", the brunette that had opened the doors said. "Warbler freshman and this little squirts best playmate." He put his arm around Tiny-Wes and pulled him close to him.

"You and Otto both", Tiny-Wes mumbled.

"True", the blonde boy said. "Otto Johnson here. Dragon boy and prankster king along Nate here."

"No way", Jeff said. "You're the Otto and Nathan? The prankster kings?"

"Don't remind us", the very tall guy said. "Mark."

"Mr. Talkative's last name is Connors and he's a Warbler senior", the other African-American said. "Lucas Bedford, Dalton bookworm and junior Warbler."

"And I guess you're Wes' older brother", Thad asked the older Asian and the older boys all started to laugh.

"What's so funny", David asked, not liking anyone laughing at his friend.

"Sorry", Tiny-Wes said and he was smiling a bit shyly. "We just hear that often… but we're not related at all."

"Jerry Jonston", the older Asian said. "Warbler chairman and senior."

"I knew you looked familiar", Chris exclaimed and everyone turned to the Asian boy. "You used to rock Asian Camp!"

"I take it you use to go there?"

"A few times, ones when you were there", Chris said with a shrug. "You're a legend at that place."

"Well…legend is a bit too much", Jerry said and blushed. "So how are you guys doing on finding that book?"

"Well… not that good I'm afraid", Trent said. "But we're working on it."

"At least the effect isn't permanent", Carmichael said. "But the time for it to wear of various from person to person. It could be days, weeks, months or years."

"What effect", Tiny-Wes asked confused.

"Nothing Wes", Mark said and patted his shoulder. "Don't you worry."

"Why does these guys think it's 2011 then", Tiny-Wes asked and looked up at Mark.

"They were just kidding with you."

"Oh…" Tiny-Wes looked at his feet. "It wasn't very nice."

"No it wasn't", Blaine said and felt a bit bad. "We're sorry about that."

The other Warblers agreed.

"It's okay", Tiny-Wes said. "You didn't know I'm kind of… sensitive."

"Hey no talk like that", Jerry scolded him lightly. "You've had a rough life up till now. No one blames you for having little… fits."

"Thanks Jerry I feel so much better now", Tiny-Wes said dryly. Jerry just smiled and pulled him into a hug.

"I have an idea", Nathan suddenly said. "Let's go to the Bean, we all seem to be in the need of some coffee."

Tiny-Wes grimaced.

"Don't worry", Jerry said with a chuckle. "I'm sure Ma will have your favorite this time."

"Maybe", Tiny-Wes mumbled. The older Warblers and Tiny-Wes left but Klaine, Niff, Thad, Trent and David followed as well.

"Hello boys", Trixie said when she saw today's Warblers. "How are you doing?"

"Fine Ma", David said and was about to put in an order when she said:

"Coming right up darlings."

"I hope you haven't forgotten us Ma", Otto said and Trixie twirled around and stared. Then a big smile spread over her face.

"My angels!" she squealed and got around the counter and hugged every single one of the older Warblers tight. And then she saw Jerry.

"JERRY!" she all but screamed and pulled him into a bone crushing hug. "Oh my baby how I've missed you."

"Missed you too Ma", Jerry chuckled and hugged her back. "Um Ma… there's someone else you should meet… just don't faint."

"What", she asked and backed away and then looked at who was standing beside Jerry and her eyes widened for about a second and then she sighed.

"Take a break everyone", she then called to her employees and they stared at her in confusion. "Now, go have dinner or something." She shooed them all out and then walked up to the door and locked it and turned the sign to CLOSE instead of WELCOME. She motioned for the boys to sit down and looked sharply at her.

"Who used the age-reducing potion?" she asked and the Warblers all stared at her. She gave them a look. "Well that's the only logical explanation, why else would our dear Wes suddenly be our little Wesley again?"

"Don't call me that", Tiny-Wes mumbled and she smiled at him.

"Oh this bring back such memories", she said fondly and got up and kissed his forehead. "Don't you worry, we'll figure this out. Now… who used it?"

All eyes turned to Klaine and Niff.

"It was an accident", Jeff hurriedly said when she looked at them. "I translated it wrong and thought I was making a growth potion for Blaine. Wes found us in the kitchens around midnight and demanded to know what we were making and then he drank the brew to make sure we were telling the truth. He looked sick and the next day he was like this!"

"You turned me into a kid", Tiny-Wes asked and glared at him. Jeff shuddered because even this Wes was the size of a church mouse his glare was still freaking scary.

"It was an accident", Blaine squeaked.

Trixie sighed and got up.

"If you wait for ten minutes I'll see what I can do", she said and went into the kitchen. The boys all waited for him and ten minutes on the second later she came back with a steaming cup. She had a small glass bottle in the other.

"Here dear", she said to Tiny-Wes and handed him the cup. "Drink this."

Tiny-Wes took the cup and eyed it suspiciously and then drank. As he did Jerry turned to Trixie.

"How do you know about this stuff Ma", he asked.

"Oh my grandma was a 'witch'" Trixie said. "She taught me how to make universal antidote potions."

"So Wes will be back to normal now", Nick asked and Tiny-Wes put the cup on the table. Then his eyes snapped to the Warblers of today and he flew up. He looked like a storm cloud.

"Not really", Trixie said. "I thought it better for him to grow back into his normal size at home… his clothes won't grow after all." Tiny-Wes slowly walked up to his younger brothers. "But the potion I gave him brought back all his memories from before he drank the potion and he is also aware of everything that has happened to him since then."

"Uh oh", Blaine said and held his hands up. "Wes we're so sorry we-"

"You're damn right your sorry!" Wes yelled and the Warblers of today looked horrified. "I am going to kill and this time I mean it!"

"We're sorry", Nick said. "We didn't know that drink would turn you into a… uhm… would…"

"That's not why I'm angry!" Wes yelled and everyone, except Trixie stared at him. "I'm angry at you for putting yourself in the risk of getting like this! What if you drank that potion and we didn't find a solution?! You could've died!"

"Same goes for you", Kurt tried.

"That's not the point", Wes growled.

"Now now darling", Trixie told him and patted his head softly and he looked up at her. "Don't be too angry at these boys. You should be proud of them. Making a working age-reducing potion is really hard, not even my grandma managed to do it properly."

Wes just growled at the boys in front of him and then turned to the older Warblers and his face softened.

"Thanks", he said to them.

"For what", Mitch asked.

"For coming to my rescue… again."

"Aw baby we'll always come to save you", Nathan said and grinned. "Now how about a hug? Hug me like you've actually missed me!"

"I can now because that ridiculous mustache is gone."

"Hey! I resent that!"

Wes just smiled and hugged him. Nathan grinned big and hugged him back tightly. Wes hugged the rest of them too, it was funny when he hugged Mark though because he looked like a hobbit beside the tall man… the man was 1 meter taller than him. But then… when Wes saw Jerry his eyes went huge. Jerry was smiling, tears going down his cheeks.

"Hi", he said and Wes ran at him. Jerry bent down and caught him and lifted him up so that Wes could hook his legs around Jerry's waist and hug him tightly. Both were crying. The Warblers of today was reminded of a movie where a parent gets to meet his kid after years apart.

"Oh stop crying both of you", Justine said and sniffled. "You're making me cry." She took the tissue Mitch offered her and wiped at her eyes. Wes and Jerry looked at her and laughed.

"Now deary", Trixie said to Wes and handed him a bottle. "Drink this when you get home but I warn you. You will feel drunk."

"Again", Wes groaned but took the bottle.

"Sorry dear."

Wes sighed and rested his head on Jerry's shoulder.

"Great", he grumbled.

A few hours later the old Warblers and the ones of today were waiting in the Warbler Hall. They'd informed Carmichael and the others what had happened at the Bean. Everyone was anxiously waiting to see if it had worked. They heard footsteps approaching the door and held their breaths. The door opened and a 19 year old Wes Montgomery entered.

"Oh thank God", Kurt said and sunk down in his seat. Wes looked at them and then snorted.

"Next time you want to try witchcraft", he said. "Keep me out of it."

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