This oneshot is from two prompts and is rated M. This one is dark and it is my first try on a self-harm so please don't kill me. Prompts used:

kristal: Have you ever thought of doing a self harm. Like where Wes or one of the wotfa finds someone hurting themselves. I know it's a difficult subject but I think you could do it very very well :)

ForeverFree: You should make a fic where everyone ( The Warblers and New Directions) would come to Wes about anything and never listened his problems and stuff.. :) And Wes would hear them say like ".. Yeah, we could USE Wes for that..." and the word 'use' would push him over the edge. Or something :P

He'd had it. He'd had enough. He was so angry that he could seriously hurt someone if they just said the wrong thing. He looked at his reflection in the mirror. He'd gotten a call from his father that wanted to come visit him at Dalton. None of his older brothers had answered his calls because they were all busy with their lives. Wes was in desperate need of someone to vent a bit too. His father had sent him off and had treated him like a sin… a pest… an anomaly and now when Wes was about to graduate he wanted to come and visit him!

He knew that he looked a lot like his father, that was the reason he was sent off after all. He looked like the very man that hated him… that was now coming to Dalton… to visit him. Wes looked up from the swirling water in his sink. He'd washed his face to cool off a bit. His blazer was on the floor and his sleeves rolled up. He looked at his reflection in the mirror. His face was full of fury, his eyes aflame with the same feeling. Everything that had happened during the day was coming flooding into him. He suddenly saw his father in the face that was looking back at him. Wes knew what his father looked like when angry… and it was just like that. With a furious scream he rammed his fist into the glass and it shattered and sent glass raining down into his sink. He moved his shaking fist back and saw small shards of glass stuck in it. Pain.

He felt it and forgot about his troubles for just a second. He started to clean up his hand and then the sink… and floor because small drops of blood had dropped onto the white tiles. When he was done he looked into the only shards left in the mirror frame. He saw his face again and the anger came flooding back. The anger that would hurt someone. He couldn't hurt someone else… he just couldn't. But he had no idea on how to get rid of it. He growled and lowered his gaze to the floor… and that's when he saw it. A shard of glass. No bigger than the nail on his thumb. He sat down on his knees and picked it up. Pain. It had made him forget the last time. Maybe… He moved the glass towards his forearm but froze.

Someone would see… if he put it there someone would see and would get angry with him. He would get angry and hurt someone. He couldn't cut there. He rolled his sleeves up too often. But… his upper arm… he never wore T-shirts at Dalton and if he did the sleeves always covered half his upper arm. He could hide it. Wes removed his shirt so he was only wearing a tank top. He put the glass to his arm… and realized the cut would be ugly. He threw the glass away and roamed through the bathroom until he found a razor.

He put it to his arm and cut. The pain took the anger away and Wes smiled and nearly laughed at the sensation. He closed his eyes and cut again. The pain made him numb… he didn't feel anything but numbness. He couldn't hurt anyone now. All his troubles were forgotten… he was content. Now I am sure you are all wondering what brought this on, it couldn't only be his father coming to Dalton… right? Right.

Early that morning Wes got a phone call that had gone to the school secretary. Wes was called into the office and was allowed to leave. When he got there he smiled at the secretary and took the phone.

"Wes Montgomery speaking", he said. "How may I help you?"

"Wesley", a voice asked and Wes felt shivers go up his spine. He felt like ice inside. He felt cold and stiff and like a stone.

"Father", he asked with a tiny voice.

"It is… um good to hear your voice", the man answered. "You sound… healthy. How are you doing?"

"I… fine?"

"That's good. I call because I heard you are about to graduate and I thought that I at least should visit you before you leave Dalton. So I will show up sometime next week okay?"

"You're… coming here?"

"Yes. Goodbye son. I'll uh… see you soon."

He hung up before Wes could answer. Wes just stood there with the phone to his ear and feeling all cold. When the secretary said his name he put the receiver down and left. He walked in a daze thinking over that phone call. He didn't know what to think… or feel. His father had never wanted him in the first place and when Wes was very young he had tried to bond with the man… but he refused him and treated him like crap. Wes had o idea of what to do now that the man was coming here. He started shaking because he was afraid. What would his little brothers think? What would his father do? What would he say?

"Wes!" he heard someone call and turned around, coming face to face with David.

"Hi David", Wes said with a small and broken voice.

"Man you gotta help me with my physics homework that's due for the next class!" David said and grabbed his best friend by the arm and dragged him to the library. He didn't even reflect over that Wes looked pale and sounded nothing like himself. Wes never wanted to let his little brothers down so he agreed to help David.

And on that way it was for the rest of the day. One by one the Warblers came to him and demanded his help and as if that wasn't enough. Kurt and some people in the New Directions called him up, asking for opinions on stuff. Wes tried his hardest to talk to his little brothers, to make them notice he was not okay. But no one seemed to know. Wes' mood was changing as the day progressed. He was starting to get annoyed.

He was sitting eating lunch and was thinking about what to write to his older brothers, so that they could give him advice. The problem? He didn't think he could do it. He was a senior now and just couldn't go running to his big brothers if he needed help. That would just make him what his father always thought of him… a burden. Wes was about to text Jerry and ask how life was when his phone was snatched from him by Jeff.

"Pay attention Wes", the blonde whined and Wes looked at him with narrowed eyes.

"Excuse me", he growled.

"I said I need your opinion on something."

"Jeff I'm busy."

"No you're not", Jeff said with a grin. "You're never too busy for your little brothers."

"You're pushing it Jeff", Wes spat.

"I just need your help, you were just playing with your phone anyways."

"Jeff I was texting a friend of mine."

"But I need you."

"Did you ever stop to think that I might need this guy?"

"You never need anyone", Jeff said happily. "You're big brother Wes! You're unbreakable! You move through life in a way that nothing can stop you or make you feel down in the dumps!"

"Jeff-"

"That's why you're such a great leader and great big brother. You always know what's need to be done and what you just shouldn't try. Which is why I need you."

"Jeff-"

"It's very important Wes! Please?"

Wes sighed and held his hand out.

"Give me my phone back and I'll help."

"Can you help me too", Trent asked and Wes realized the rest of the Warblers were around him. "I seriously need help with math."

Wes sighed and nodded. Turned out Jeff needed help with math as well so Wes spent his lunch helping the sophomores with their math. And all the while his heart got heavier and heavier and he got angrier and angrier.

When the afternoon came around he had calmed down slightly because Blaine had approached him and needed some brotherly advice about how he should feel about Kurt being in New York without him. He had also spent two hours talking to a distressed Rock who didn't know what to do with himself, should he join another sports team or just stick to football and basketball? Would his parents be mad if he didn't choose a third? Wes didn't understand it… how could he who had no parents, no family be the best adviser on the matter? Well at least he could… His thoughts got interrupted by his phone going off.

"Wes Montgomery", he said when he answered.

"Yo is this the Asian dude from Dalton", a voice asked.

"Yes", Wes said tiredly. "Who is this?"

"Artie Abrams."

"What do you want?"

"I seriously need some advice about girls."

"And why are you calling me?"

"Kurt said you are the person to call when you need help and I seriously need it. I first lost one girl and now I've lost the second. I really don't know what I'm doing wrong."

"Well how should I know?"

"Oh… you're gay?"

"No."

"Then what do you mean you don't know what to do?"

"Well how can I know how to help you when I don't know what your problem is?"

"Kurt said you are kind off a mind-reader."

"Yeah when it comes to people I know."

"No need to be so bitchy."

"You're right", Wes said and rubbed his face. "Sorry it's just been a stressful day and I-"

"Yeah well that doesn't matter. I just need some help with treating girls right."

"What are you doing then", Wes asked and listened as Artie told him everything. Wes gave the advices and Artie hung up without even saying thank you. Wes sighed and pocketed his phone, turning it on to mute so that it wouldn't disturb the Warbler rehearsal.

Artie hadn't been the first to tell him his problems didn't matter. Every time he tried to tell someone they would just say: "Yeah, yeah whatever." Or "Wes it's not about you." Or. "Can it wait? I'm busy?" That was everything he'd been hearing all day. Everyone was too busy with their own shit to even stop and listen to him. They were using him… spreading the brotherly love to max and Wes was starting to get fed up.

He'd been annoyed since lunch but he still kept it together. Not even his best friends wanted to listen to him… to help him. No matter. It was Warbler rehearsals now and he needed to be perfectly focused for that. They may still be out of competition but the Warblers had shows to prepare for. He reached the door and felt himself become a bit happier and reached for the slightly open door… but froze when he heard:

"Yeah we could use Wes for that."

Wes wondered what David meant.

"I mean he does anything we need him to", David continued. "So using him for this will be natural! I mean he's the only senior after all and it's not like we can use any other."

Wes started shaking. In rage. His eyes narrowed. Using him? Yes that was what it was all about wasn't it? They were just using him. Using him so that their lives would be less stressful, putting all their stress onto him and not caring if he cracked under pressure. They didn't love him. They didn't want him. They just wanted to use him. They'd used him since they came here… all of them. Even Thad and David. Wes balled his hand into a fist and heard Blaine say:

"Do you think Wes can help me with my chemistry homework later? I can really use him."

That was it. Wes turned on his heel and left. He went to his room in the Dragon, slammed the door shut and stormed into his bathroom to cool off, to cool off his anger.

And that's where this story started so let's continue. Wes had just cut himself and was feeling calm and content. That's when there was a knock on his door.

"Wes", Thad called. "You there?"

"Just a minute!" Wes called and pulled his blazer on and splashed some water onto his hair. He got to the door and opened. Thad stood there looking annoyed.

"Where the hell have you been", Thad asked. "We have Warbler practice!"

"Sorry", Wes said calmly. "Coach wanted me to do some extra practice and I was just getting into the shower. I'll be there in ten minutes."

"Make it five", Thad said. "We need you."

"Yeah right…" Wes grumbled.

"What?" Thad asked confused.

"I said sure." With that he closed his door and heard Thad leave. Wes felt the anger again and balled his hand into a fist. He felt the sharp object in his hand. He sighed and pulled off his blazer again… and cut. The anger was gone. He put a bandage over the cuts, put on his shirt, fixed his hair, put on the blazer, took his Warbler files and left. When he reached the Warbler hall everyone looked slightly annoyed. Wes was almost an hour late.

"Oh so now you show", Blaine asked. "What kind of leader has his members running all across school to get him?"

"I'm sorry guy", Wes said. "Coach needed me and I've been-"

"No excuses Wes", David said. "You're the chairman, you're supposed to be here before us and not be tardy! We need you to keep your head on straight."

"Of course", Wes said calmly and took his seat. "It won't happen again. I was just-"

"Whatever", Joseph said. "Let's just get on with it." And they did. They rehearsed and talked and Wes helped his little brothers with various stuff. But… no one noticed his injured hand, the pain behind his eyes or the dullness of his voice.

A few days went by and they all started the same. Wes woke up and was angry, angrier than ever before and he cured that by cutting his upper arms and below the hipbone when he ran out of room. No one would look there… no one would see. Then he'd go and eat breakfast and then have classes. But his anger would return after every lesson so between classes he went to his room and cut… and cut again until the rage was gone.

He'd gotten a notification from the school secretary that told him his father would be there Saturday. Wes just nodded and cut to numb the anger. The Warblers didn't notice his pain and that pissed him off so he cut even more.

When lunch came around those days he wouldn't even eat, just push the food around. But no one noticed. No one cared. Last-run-stress they called it and just shook their heads at him. Rage build up every time when they scolded him for acting weird.

No one offered a hug, an ear, a smile… a friendly advice. No one asked him if he was okay. No one asked if he was sick. No one noticed the visible damage made by the mirror and from the times Wes went out in the woods and hit on with his hands, martial arts style, so that his hands were all cut up. He did that after his last classes and before Warbler practice or martial arts practice. No one noticed his changes and that made him angry… so he cut.

Saturday morning came around and Wes watched his reflection in his new mirror. He told the janitor he slipped on the wet floor when he was mopping it and rammed the top of the mop into the mirror. The man asked no questions. Just helped him get the new one up. Wes watched the reflection and saw someone that he didn't know. The young man that looked back at him was pale, thinner and had dark rings around his eyes.

No one noticed how sick he looked. No one cared so why should he? Anger came again and Wes took the razor out of his pocket and pulled the waist down on his slacks and cut at his hip. He hissed at the pain but then smiled and felt content again. That's when there was a knock on the door. Wes hurried to open, dressed in black slacks, a black turtle neck and black shoes. He opened the door and saw a tall Asian man stand there.

"Wesley", he asked and Wes nodded. "Let's go."

Wes nodded again and followed the man. He noticed his friends in the Dragon watch them curiously… but no one asked why he looked so pained… so hurt… so sick.

"We got to do something", Thad said as the Warblers gathered in the Lima Bean that Saturday. "Have you seen what his hands look like?"

"I'm more worried about his face", David said. "He looks so sick."

"Do you think he is", John asked.

"Sick? Yeah."

"Oh come on he's just stressing about graduation and college", Fred said and smiled. "You know how the seniors get around this time."

"But he's hurting", Blaine cut in. "Surely you've noticed. He looks sick, tired and pained."

"He keeps acting strange", Chris added. "He goes to the woods after his last class and comes back with bleeding hands… but he's still smiling."

"Wes dropped a razor in the hall the other day", Trent said, looking slightly green. "I saw it."

"That doesn't mean anything", Joseph cut in. "There are fake razors that people use as jewelry."

"This is Wes you guys", Nick said. "There's nothing-"

"How dare you?!" they suddenly heard someone shout and turned around. They saw the object of their discussion stand up at a table. Looking at a man opposite him, that looked quite a lot like him. The man said something but Wes cut him off:

"How dare you show up after all these years to tell me what kind of career I should choose?! How dare you just waltz in here and demand I become a soldier and go overseas?! You want me out of the country now?! You want me dead?! You want to hide me from that bitch in a country where I might die?! You want me dead!" the man said something and Wes hands balled into fists. "I will not let you use me for your own purposes! I won't let anyone use me! I won't ever let anybody use me ever again! Nobody! Not you, not the boys at Dalton, not the New Directions, not the Warblers NOBODY! I'm sick and tired of being used as some vent-basket or as something to ease your conscience! Do I make myself clear!" The man got up, saying something and reached out to touch Wes.

"Don't you fucking touch me!" Wes yelled and jumped back… but that tore his sleeve from the shoulder. It hung around Wes' wrist and the boys saw them then… cuts. All over Wes' shoulder and biceps were cuts. Some newer, some older and some still bleeding. Wes just stormed out without saying a word. The Warblers looked at each other and ran after their friend.

They didn't catch up to him until they got to Dalton and heard him scream from inside his dorm room. Fred and Rock knocked the door in and they all hurried inside and stared in horror. Wes had torn off his turtle neck and was cutting away at his arms, chest, stomach and hands. Wes didn't notice them he just kept cutting, while crying.

"Go away", he screamed to something as he cut. "Go away! Why won't you go away! I don't want to feel it! Go away!" He was about to slice his wrist with the razor and Thad felt his feet move. He tackled the older boy to the floor and the razor flew out of Wes' hand.

"Wes", Thad yelled as Wes struggled. "Stop it!"

"Let go of me", Wes yelled. "I need to numb it! I need it gone!"

"Need what gone?"

"The rage! Give me back my razor!" This he yelled at Jeff who'd picked it up. "Give it back! I need it!"

"No", Jeff said. "Wes you're hurting yourself…"

"The pain makes it go away! I need it!"

"No you don't", Thad said softly. "You don't need to hurt yourself. You…"

"You just need someone to talk to", Blaine said when Thad trailed off. "You need someone that will listen. Talk to us man! We-"

"You won't listen", Wes yelled. "You never listen!"

"You don't know that", David said and then felt scared because the way Wes looked at him was fucking scaring. Wes… whose upper body was bloody from all cuts looked at him in pure hatred.

"I fucking tried", Wes growled. "I've been trying for days! But you just won't listen! All you want to do is use me for your own personal gain! Don't think I didn't hear you! None of you wants to help me with my worries! I've been trying all week but you just brush me aside and demand I help you!"

The Warblers all felt ashamed.

"And as if it wasn't enough", Wes yelled and pushed Thad off and got up. "Kurt and the New Directions keep calling me for advices! I'm not some fucking shrink! I don't know everything! Stop fucking using me! My father that sent me off, cut me out of his life, when I was 8 came to Dalton today and demand I become a soldier and go to Iraq! The man fucking hates me! He cheated on his wife and I was the result! He hid me with his parents and let them torture and hurt me! They locked me into tiny spaces, hit me, broke me and robbed me of a childhood! Then I was sent off to various boarding schools where I got bullied and treated like a living sin by students and grownups! No one gave a damn! Then I got to Dalton and met Jerry, Mark and the other guys and thought I'd finally found a place where I belong! But when Oliver graduated last year I lost my place!

You guys just use me! You don't see me as a brother like they did! You just see me as a tool that you can use to feel better! You never stop to think of what I feel! Am I alright? Am I okay? Do I need help? Do I need support? Do I need advice?! Yes! I fucking need help and advice but you are all too selfish to give it to me! I drop everything I do for every single one of you at any given moment but you can't do it back! I get it, I'm a sin and should be hated by the world. But then tell it to my face! Don't fucking hide behind the 'little brother' title! Fuck I should just end it right here and now! Give me that fucking razor so I can kill myself."

"NO!" Thad yelled in horror and threw his arms around Wes. That shocked the older boy and his rage gave way for confusion.

"What", he asked.

"NO! Don't hurt yourself anymore!" Thad sobbed. "We love you! Don't leave us! Please! We need you, we love you!"

Wes looked around the room and saw the Warblers crying. They were all watching him, crying. Some were sitting on the floor, some were hugging, some tried to keep their tears at bay, but they just couldn't and some… like Thad was bawling his eyes out. Wes started shaking and felt so cold.

"Wes", one of his little brothers begged. "Stop it please."

"Stop hurting yourself", another sobbed. "We can't stand seeing you hurt."

"Please forgive us", said a third.

"Wes please", a fourth said. Wes looked around the room and saw his little brothers hurting and he was the cause of it. He was the reason they hurt! Thad was hugging him tightly, sobbing. Wes moved a shaky hand to the back of Thad's head and hugged him back.

"Help me", he whispered and the Warblers looked at him. "I don't want this anymore… help me."

The Warblers made a promise that day. They were all going to help their brother heal, help him stop his dark habit… help him become whole. They didn't know everything yet, but they knew one thing for sure. They would do anything to listen… and help.

Here you go, feel free to send me request by review or pm ;) And I'll see what I can do about it :D

Sarah - You are welcome :)