Today's prompt goes:

Wesandwarblers - can you write a story where Olivia meets wes again but at there nationals?

And yes the part is from BBW

The Warblers stood beside New Directions and Kurt and Blaine noted Wes absence. Blaine caught David's eyes and David, not so discretely, pointed at Jeff and Blaine sighed and Kurt started to snigger. They knew what that meant. Jeff had done something and this something had led up to Wes being unavailable for the moment. It was crowded on stage, fifty choirs with their coaches and the judges and the emcee. The head of the jury walked up to the mike and started to read out the names of the groups going on to the next round. When there were only two rankings left… New Directions' name was called. The Warblers applauded as their friends all cheered happily and hugged.

"And now", the head judge said. "The last choir to go on and for the moment ranked number one…"

It was dead silent. Vocal Adrenaline was among the choirs not getting called out yet and the Warblers all closed their eyes. That's when Wes showed up. He'd snuck in among the Warblers and they let him move so that he stood in front. He looked… a bit sick… but well rested at the same time. It was weird. Vocal Adrenaline was looking smug and Wes shot their coach a death glare. The coach had been smiling smugly at him and Wes hated the guy, the guy's name? Well Jesse St. James of course. Wes' arch nemesis, no one knew why, the Warblers only knew the two loathed each other with a passion.

"The Warblers", the judge called and the boys started to jump up and down cheering. Wes only smirked at Jesse… who looked as if he was going to start shouting. The judge walked up to Wes and shook his hand and Wes smiled happily. The choirs on stage that hadn't gone on to the next round were told to leave the stage and when Jesse passed Wes he hissed:

"This isn't over Montgomery. You're gonna bite the dust."

"Oh grow up", Wes spat back at him before being jumped by the happy freshmen. The ten best choirs all hugged each other and congratulated one another. Schue and Wes hugged and patted each other's backs.

"Good job", Schue said smiling.

"You too. But the boys did the real job", Wes smirked. "I just drew some lines and-"

"The choirs that are still in the running have tonight on them to prepare for their numbers tomorrow", the emcee's voice cut him off. "Good luck to you all and a good night."

Schue ushered the New Directions away, they had a lot of work to do, Wes waited until they were all alone on stage and in the salon before he slowly… really, really, really slowly turned to the Warblers. His eyes were narrowed and he looked sick. The Warblers all grinned sheepishly but just as Wes was about to chew them out another shout cut through the quiet air.

"Montgomery!"

Wes turned and saw Jesse stalk towards him. Wes groaned… loudly and turned so that he was facing Jesse.

"What do you want Jesse", he spat with such a chilly voice that the Warblers were amazed ice didn't come out of his mouth. Jesse was now so close to Wes that they were practically nose to nose.

"How are you", Jesse spat. "Everything going okay?"

"Oh you know it", Wes said snarling. "The Warblers are ranked number one so far. And what of you? I heard VA didn't even qualify to the next round."

"Oh don't be so sure about that", Jesse spat. "We can surely make another choir forfeit."

Wes' eyes narrowed and his eyes was on fire with such a hate that had you seen fire around him for real it would've been white… that's how hot it was… or cold. Jesse was showing off the same hate.

"So that's how you won all the other times then", Wes said smirking, each word a cold slash at Jesse. "You threatened other teams and probably bribed the judges."

"You know that's not true", Jesse said smugly.

"Yeah you're right", Wes smirked again. "You're not smart enough for that. I heard you got kicked out of college. My, my Jesse all these years in high school and you still are as unintelligent as a frog."

Jesse snarled, narrowed his eyes and clenches his fists. Wes was so angry the air around him seamed to shimmer in heat... or maybe it was cold... yeah his rage was so hot it was cold. The Warblers were in total awe. They didn't even knew Wes could be this angry… or so full of hate. The older Warblers, juniors and seniors, knew who Jesse was. The sophomores hadn't met him before and neither had the freshmen, Roger or Jeremiah.

"And you are still that pathetic little kid no one wants", Jesse spat. "Are Dalton still housing you because you ain't got nowhere to go? Daddy still doesn't want ya?"

"Ha!" Wes laughed without mirth. "Who's the kid here? You are depending on others to do your job for you but I can do everything myself. And no daddy still doesn't want me. But I don't want that fucking bastard either. I heard you can't even hold on to a girl anymore Jesse, tell me is it hard being rejected on stage?"

"You fucking-"

"And how does it feel to know that the girl you fell in love with, then hurt, tried to win back and then lost is getting married to the guy you lost her to?" Wes was smirking and he had malice in his tone and in his eyes. David nudged Lewis and told him to get the New Directions… yesterday.

"Spare me your shit Montgomery", Jesse spat. "You'll never win nationals or any girl so-"

"What", Wes smirked. "I can't take this as well? Wasn't I the one that got your girlfriend at Crawford to dump you when she saw how you treated little kids? Wasn't I the one that got you kicked out of Dalton after telling the seniors and the senior prefect that you forced others to do your job and that you were bullying younger students? I think I can take anything you pretend to care about as well as things you do care about."

"Try me you fucking pipsqueak!" Jesse roared.

"I am. We're gonna place above you tomorrow Jesse, fact is we already have", Wes said calmly and mockingly. "I can kick your ass in singing and I'll kick your ass the way I did in that dojo… over and over and over and over again."

"Don't fucking mock me Montgomery", Jesse leaned in, closing what little distance was left between them, barring his teeth. "If you do I'll fucking kill you."

"As if you could even manage that", Wes snarled back. "If I remember correctly your aim with a dart, arrow, spear, ball, rock or anything at all is always way, way, way, way off. Do we need glasses maybe?"

"Shut your fucking trap Montgomery. You can't funk me with your fucking silver tongue."

"Of course I can", Wes said smirking. "I know I can and you know I can."

Jesse roared and threw a punch at Wes. Wes dropped to the floor, rolled to the side and got up. His eyes narrowed and Jesse glared at him.

"See you can't even hit me", Wes spat at him. "How stupid are you anyway? Threatening me and trying to hit me in front of witnesses? I understand that you got kicked out of college. You've not grown up yet. Man up Jesse!"

"Shut your FUCKING trap!" Jesse roared and jumped at Wes again. He kicked at Wes' head and continued to kick at him. Wes blocked every kick… it was a full blown karate fight. Wes was only protecting himself while Jesse was attacking.

"HEY!" Someone roared and Wes felt arms around his torso, waist and arms. Jesse was in the same situation. Finn, Puck, Sam, Rock and Mike were holding on to Jesse with all their might. David, Jasper Montgomery, Fred, Frank and Roger were holding on to Wes.

"What the hell is going on here", Jordan Montgomery yelled and looked between the two combatants. He had entered with Jasper after they overheard a Warbler telling the New Directions Wes was in trouble. Jesse trashed in his holds and wanted nothing more than to fly at Wes again. Wes was only growling… but stood stock still.

"Let me go", Jesse roared. "I'm fucking gonna kill that bastard!"

"Jesse!" Mr. Schue yelled at him.

"Shut up!" Jesse yelled at him. "I swear Montgomery I'm gonna rip your head off!"

"Ha", Wes spat. "You've told me that a hundred times but my head is still intact!"

Jesse roared with fury and tried to get out of the hold on him.

"Get him out of here", Jordan growled and Jesse was dragged, with some trouble, off of the stage and towards the door.

"I'm fucking gonna kill you Montgomery", Jesse yelled by the door. "You hear me? I'm fucking gonna kill you!"

"You'll fail that like you fail everything else!" Wes yelled pulling slightly on the holds on him. He was completely livid. The last thing they heard from Jesse was a furious scream and then the doors slammed shut. The Warblers and the Montgomerys were staring at Wes in shock. Wes' tense body relaxed as soon as the doors closed.

"Let me go", Wes said calmly. "I'm fine, I'm calm."

"You sure", David asked. "You won't run after him?"

"I won't."

"Swear it", Nick warned pointing a finger at Wes' face, nearly touching the tip of Wes' nose.

"I swear it on my love for the Warblers", Wes said looking at Nick's fingertip… it caused his eyes to look in cross and some of the Warblers chuckled. Nick looked at the Warblers that were hanging on Wes and then nodded. When Wes was free he rolled his shoulders and then fixed his clothes.

"What the hell happened", Kurt asked… well shrieked. "Wes!"

But before Wes could answer a soft laugh interrupted him, he even had his mouth open. The laugh was female and then a voice said:

"Well you sure hasn't changed one bit. You still kick ass."

Wes' eyes was bigger than any of them had ever seen and he flew around and looked at the edge of the stage. There stood a girl with brown hair and dark eyes. A girl Wes never thought he'd see again… a girl he had missed a lot.

"Olivia!" he exclaimed and ran to her and lifter her up and spun her around. His smile was so big and so happy that it made everyone else smile. They had never seen him smile like that. The girl, Olivia, smiled too. She smiled just like Wes did.

"What are you doing here", Wes asked. "How did you get here?!"

"Joseph gave me his ticket", Olivia said and smiled softly.

"Wait, wait… Joseph Hughes?"

"Yeah he was going to fly home over a short break and visit Ethan but Ethan flew over as a surprise and Joe didn't need his surprise ticket anymore. So he gave it to me. He was gonna meet Ethan here in New York and by luck he checked the Warbler web site and saw that nationals were going on."

"Next time I see him I am going to fucking kiss him", Wes said and hugged her tightly. She hugged Wes back just as tight… and then they kissed. The Warblers wolf-whistled and cat called but everyone else were confused. But for Wes and Olivia… nothing else existed. It was just them.

When he opened his eyes he had to groan. It was too bright in the room and everything was white. God he hated white. Everything white got dirty really fast and never really got white again. White made him think of hospitals and death. Wait… he was in the hospital wasn't he? He felt something in his nose, an oxygen tube. His left arm was in a sling, his left shoulder was aching dully and he felt a bit loopy. His mouth was dry as well and his eyes felt heavy. He pushed himself up a bit and noticed five sleeping forms in the room. Closest to him he saw a mop of brown hair buried into the bed. It was a girl.

"Olive", he asked in confusion and looked at the other four. "Jasper, Jordan, Jeremiah and Roger. Why are they in the hospital? Wait… why am I at the hospital?"

He felt that dull pain in his shoulder again and his head started pounding when a flash of light went in front of his eyes and a loud BANG echoed in his ears. He groaned and Olivia's head snapped up.

"Wes!" she exclaimed and flew up. "You okay? What's wrong?"

"Ugh… my head…" Wes wheezed. "What happened?"

"You don't remember?"

Wes thought for a bit. He saw memories in flashes… and like photos. He saw his Warblers raise the trophy to the sky, a flash and it froze there. He saw David winning a prize, flash, freeze. He saw himself take a trophy, flash, freeze. He looked down on Rock and Fred, flash freeze. A loud bang… flash, freeze and then blackness… a flash and a man in white… flash… darkness… white walls and bright lights.

"Some", Wes groaned rubbing his forehead. "In flashes."

"Well what do you remember", Olivia asked sitting down. She sat on the bed and took Wes' hand.

"We won Nationals… we and the New Directions. David won for best singer. I won… something. I was on Rock and Fred's shoulders. Then a loud bang and darkness… then a man in white, blackness and then waking up here."

"Well that was… it in very big sweeps", Olivia said and kissed his cheek. "The New Warblers Direction did win Nationals. David won best singer and you won coach of the year."

"Oh…" it dawned on Wes. "Yeah I did, didn't I?"

"Yes you did", she said and giggled before lying down beside him and wrapped both arms around him. "Then Rock and Fred, that's the name of the longhaired guy and that beat boxing one right?"

"Yes."

"Well they hoisted you onto their shoulders and Jesse St. Fucking James shot you!"

"Oh", Wes said and looked down on his shoulder. "So that was the loud bang… Funny I don't remember pain." Before his eyes flashed his shoulder, clad in black and with a growing stain on it. "The stain is getting bigger."

"Babe",Olivia said with a chuckle. "You're so high on pain meds you're having flashbacks."

"Probably… uh you're actually here right?"

She laughed and her laughter woke the other four occupants of the room. Jeremiah and Roger hurried over in a hurry.

"Wes are you okay", Jeremiah asked worriedly.

"Yeah, yeah 'm jus' fine", Wes grumbled swatting at Jasper who had walked over to ruffle his hair. "Jus' save me from your idiotic brother!"

Jasper only grinned.

"I'm your brother to ya know", he teased.

"No I ain' got any idiots for brothers", Wes growled, playfully.

"Oh yes you do", Olivia said. "A whole bunch of them."

"Ah true I forgot about Nate there for a moment…"

Jordan was smiling and patted Wes' knee.

"You know what's wrong with you", he asked.

"Where to start", Wes asked and Olivia, Roger, Jeremiah and Jasper laughed. Jordan only snorted and sat down on the bed as well. The six of them talked for a bit, well Wes mostly lied there just listening. But whenever he said something his drugged brain made him say… amusing things.

"I swear my head's so light I think it's gonna fly away", Wes said after a bit and Roger started to snort. "Oi don't laugh at your future husband!"

Jeremiah started to laugh. Jordan and Jasper looked confused and Jeremiah sobered up. Olivia looked "pissed", she was just pretending though.

"Hands of my husband!" she growled and pushed Roger slightly.

"Uh", Jeremiah said at his oldest brothers' questioning looks. "Roger has decided that Wes is to marry him and I am to be the mistress he loves more than his husband."

"Now that is a lie", Wes said with a smile. "But Roger you have to fight for me."

"Oh", Roger asked.

"Yeah Nicky claims I'm a gonna marry a 'im. And so does my girl here."

"Well I was here first", Roger said taking Wes' hand.

"That's actually… not true", Wes looked confused and scratched his head. "Is it?"

Jeremiah separated their hands.

"Roger you're making him confused", Jeremiah scolded. "Don't worry Wes things will get clear when your head clears up."

"Knowing me that will take a while", Wes remarked. Then there was a knock on the door and a man and a woman stepped inside, all six tensed up. Wes recognized his father and stepmother at once.

"Go", Jordan told the man and the woman. "You are not welcome here."

"I am not going to take orders from you", the woman said. "I am your mother."

Olivia knew by then she was right, this was Mrs. Montgomery, the bitch that got Wes sent away, well that was a positive thing, the bitch that threw a Ming vase at Wes and that treated Jeremiah like crap.

"What the hell are you doing here", she spat.

"The hospital called to inform me that my son was here after being shot", Mr. Montgomery said calmly. "I only have two sons that live in New York." He looked at Jordan and Jasper, both men glared back at him.

"Iwould not have flown out here had I known it was the little slut-son of yours that was here!" Mrs. Montgomery screamed.

"Rather a slut's son than your son", Wes growled, snapped out of his shock.

"I agree", Jasper said.

"Jasper!" His parents exclaimed he only glared at them.

"I have to agree with Jas right now", Jordan said. "You two are not worth my time or my love after how you treated Wes and then Jer."

Jeremiah whimpered slightly and Wes held him closer.

"Jordan", Mrs. Montgomery said aghast. "I am only acting the way of the church."

"Bah humbug", Jasper spat. "Get out mom. We want neither of ya here."

Mrs. Montgomery huffed and walked towards the door.

"I didn't want to stay near that slut's son anyway", she said. "And neither did she."

"Loretta", Mr. Montgomery snapped and she stopped in the door. "I told you before. His mother wanted him. I just didn't let her. I wanted my son with me."

The room became quiet then:

"WHAT?" Wes yelled at the top of his lounges. Jasper held on to him to keep him from jumping out of the bed. Mrs. Montgomery screamed something and then left in a hurry. Mr. Montgomery sighed and turned to all the shocked boys in the room.

"It's true", he said. "Your mother called me the day you were born Wes. She was… poor and I knew she'd never be able to take care of you so-"

"You took him from her", Jordan spat. "Claiming you wanted him when in truth you didn't?"

"I-"

"Don't lie dad", Jasper yelled getting up. "We know ya. Anything that can hurt your reputation mus' go. Ya didn' want your kid with ya because you cared for 'im. Ya wanted 'im somewhere you could keep an eye on 'im!"

Wes closed his eyes. He was taking deep breaths to calm himself. His drug-drowsy brain was trying to work things out. His mom hadn't left him with his dad… she'd been forced to… he'd been taken from her. She was out there… somewhere.

"Wes", Jeremiah asked and Wes opened his eyes again. Mr. Montgomery was gone and Jordan was shaking his hand. Wes looked confused.

"What did I miss", he asked looking at the boys around him. Jasper was laughing.

"Jordan punched dad", Jeremiah explained. "He told him to get the fuck out and stay away from you, us or any Dalton boy."

Wes looked at Jordan in disbelief.

"You hit him", he asked and Jordan nodded. "You hit him?"

"Yes", Jordan answered.

"Wow", Wes dropped back on his pillows. "You hit him."

"Oh and your little girlfriend 'politely' punched mom", Jeremiah said and Wes stared at Olivia. She just grinned.

"She was a bitch!" she said happily. Wes smiled and kissed her. He really loved her so much.

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

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