The third prompt since my computer crashed. (sorry again) It goes:

Suntan140 –can wes be in a gang before he want to Dalton and he was the leader of it before dalton and his big brothers help him turn his life around. his old gang finds him with the new directions and the warblers and they want him back

Wes sighed as he sat watching the snow fall outside his window. He didn't know what to do. He'd never thought they'd go to these lengths to find him. Now all his little brothers hated him and his big brothers were too far away to help him. Wes sighed again. He'd always been there for his little brothers. Always making sure everyone was fine and safe and happy. But it hadn't always been that way.

When he got to Dalton he'd been the complete opposite. It had been either Dalton or jail for him. Yes you heard correctly. He Wes Montgomery had been a gangbanger, a jail-bait since he was younger than 18 at the time. He'd not only been a member of a gang… he'd been one of the leaders. The other leader had been his brother. Well not full brother. Wes wasn't the only bastard Isaac Montgomery had produced.

They'd both been sent to the same "home" and there they'd revolted against their grandparents and had turned into street thugs. Wes' brother was named Matt Montgomery. He was four years older than Wes and had a rather thick file at the police station in their neighborhood. The cops and the feds had always come to them when something happened around town. But even though they were a gang none of them had ever killed someone.

They dealt drugs or beat people up, stole things and took part in other dodgy activities. But never murder. That was Matt's number one rule. Why? Matt had once had a best friend named Elliot White. He'd been a swimmer with a bright future and had been the only friend Matt had. Elliot had been jumped by a gang in town and they killed him, just like that. The pain Matt had felt had caused him to snap and start up a gang with boys in similar situations like him, bastards, orphans or kids who'd lost their best friends. He got Wes to join without any trouble.

Wes had always been a bright kid and strong. He he'd been part of the martial arts team and had high grades. But he had enough of being treated like scum because he didn't have a mom or dad. He had decided to show them all they were right and became the scum they had painted him as. Pygmalion effect anyone? The gang had been his only family for as long as he could remember and they were the terror of the streets but also the vigilantes.

People who'd lost their kids to drunk drivers, kidnappers, crazy people or a pedophile would find the item of their hate severely injured and confessing the next week or just in a matter of days. Anti-heroes. But when a gang war broke out four years ago Wes had gotten arrested with a few other guys.

But since he'd only been jail-bait (that even being his gang name) the cops had given him an ultimatum. Go to Dalton Academy to straighten out his life or jail. He wasn't allowed to talk to his brother about it. Matt had been already sent to jail and would do a few years in jail for his part in the war. Wes had been about to tell the jerks to send him to jail too but his lawyer and grandparents hadn't want any more shame to befall their poor family… so they sent him across the country to Dalton.

Coming to Dalton had both been the best thing to happen to him and the worst. He wasn't allowed to contact his gang or his brother. He missed them. But he'd gained friends and other brothers. He'd been transformed completely. He wasn't a criminal rascal anymore. It was all thanks to the Warblers. They'd taken him under their wings and taught him how to fly. Even though Wes hadn't been the nicest little nestling to begin with. A small smile played at his lips when he remembered his first meeting with Dragon boys Nathan Newland and Otto Johnson.

Flashback

Wes was sitting in his window. He'd cut the sleeves off his Dalton shirt so that his scars and tattoos were visible. He was just fifteen but didn't act like a normal fifteen year old. He was already planning on how to escape this place and get back home. It was after curfew and he snorted. Curfew. Were all the jerks living here babies or something? Wes got out his switchblade and managed to get the window open with it. They'd given him a room with windows that were locked from the outside. Wes smirked, pushed the window opened and climbed out. When his feet touched the ground he heard a chuckle and turned around.

"Leaving so soon", a blonde boy asked.

"Yeah and after curfew", a brunette boy said with a grin. "Bad boy."

Wes smirked.

"Don't you know it", he said. "Come with me behind those bushes and I'll show you how bad I can be."

The brunette stared at him and the blonde laughed. Why the hell was he laughing he was supposed to look disgusted!

"God this kid is funny", the blonde said and patted his shoulder. "If you just scurry up that vine again we won't even mention you being out after curfew."

"If you two just scurry away I won't make you change religion", Wes snarled.

"Pardon oh…" the blonde looked down at the knife that was now pressed against his groin.

"Hey", the brunette, Nate, said and pulled the blonde back a bit from Wes. "You leave Otto alone you little sicko!"

Wes just smirked and pocketed his switchblade.

"Meh I couldn't do anything to him anyway, he doesn't have any balls as it is."

"Oi!" Otto objected anrilly. "Take that back or I will pummel you!"

"Hah I'd like to see you try fish face."

"Oi!"

"That all you can say? And here I thought Dalton fags were supposed to be smart and well educated."

"Take that back", Nate growled and Otto looked murderous as well.

"What part? The part about you being stupid or being fags?"

He could see that Nate and Otto were both furious and wanted to pummel him and he smirked. He was riling them up on purpose. It was fun. Personally Wes had nothing against gay people. He just liked making people angry. Wes was playing with his switchblade, twirling it on his finger and smirking. Then he noticed the duo's angry faces melt and instead they started smirking. Wes felt confused but then a shadow fell over him and next thing he knew he was hoisted off the ground by his collar. He started squirming.

"Who's this little worm" a deep voice asked and he turned around. He stared at the young man behind him. He was at least 2 meters tall if not more and the biggest guy he'd ever seen. He was holding Wes up so his feet didn't touch the ground and he'd dropped his switchblade in shock when he was lifted up.

"Let me go let me go", Wes said and tried to hit the big guy. The big guy just chuckled.

"Feisty little bugger ain't he?" he asked.

"The newest student", Otto said. "He's just 13 though."

"14 asshole!" Wes yelled and tried to get out of the grip the big boy had on him.

"Mark is it safe to hold him like that", Nate asked. "He might kick you."

"It won't hurt", the big guy, Mark, said. "I can do worse things to this jail-bait."

Wes froze. Mark knew? He looked at the big guy and the big guy smiled he put Wes down… and then Wes roundhouse kicked him to the ground.

End flashback

Wes smiled. What happened afterwards wasn't as fun, he rubbed his stomach when he remembered the pain from Mark's fist. Well the meeting itself was kind of funny if you thought about it. He sighed. He needed those guys now… especially since what had happened earlier that day.

2 hours earlier

The Warblers were out celebrating their second place at regionals. They were on their way back to Dalton, walking through Westerville. Wes walked first with his hands in his pockets and smiling as Niff were chatting excitedly on either side of him. That's when he heard a familiar voice and stopped walking.

"You prep school fags stop spreading your fairy dust around", it said. The Warblers all turned to look at the direction and noticed a group of guys they hadn't seen before. Well everyone but Wes.

"What did you say", Fred growled dangerously and the guy that was obviously the leader smirked.

"Look guys", he said. "he's got so much fairy dust in his ears from hanging out with those fags!"

Fred growled but Wes put a hand on his arm.

"Allow me", Wes said and the Warblers stepped back. But their mouths fell open when instead of doing his usual monologues about what losers these gangbangers were… Wes punched him hard in the gut. The guy dropped to his knees and his friends backed off.

"Shut your face Bobcat", Wes spat. "One more word out of your booby trapped mouth I'm a gonna stuff it with my fist!"

The rude guys stared at Wes.

"Jail-Bait", someone asked. "I… I-s that really you?!"

Wes froze.

"Uh…" was all he said.

"Jail-Bait!" Bobcat cheered and hugged Wes close, when he got off the floor of course. "Dang it kid I didn't recognize you!"

"Why are you wearing that brat outfit?" someone else asked.

"Good to see your fists still does the talking for ya!" a third person said.

They all started talking to Wes at once. The Warblers looked confused.

"Wes do you know these people", Kurt asked.

"Know us", the leader asked and wrapped an arm around Wes' shoulders. "he's one of us!"

"One of what?" David asked.

"A founding member of the 6th Street Compadres!"

"The what?" Trent asked.

"The biggest, badest, roughest and coolest gang in all of Eureka California!"

The Warblers stared at Wes, disbelievingly.

"Oh they don't believe us Bobcat", a guy said. "Show 'em our tats!"

Bobcat rolled up his sleeve and on his shoulder was a tattoo. It was 6SC intertwined in an amazing pattern which made it hard to see all three symbols at first. The Warblers all turned to Wes and he sighed. He took off his blazer and handed it to Bobcat, who held it as if it was something disgusting. The Wes opened his shirt and showed them the area of his shoulder by the collarbone. 6SC. The Warblers stared at him. Wes took his blazer back.

"What do you want Bobcat?" he asked.

"We want ya back dude", Bobcat said. "Big Boss isn't out of jail yet but we need ya to help lead us. The other gangs are starting in on our turf man. With ya as a leader they'll back off. Your reputation is legendary and your drug runs historical!"

"Drug runs?!" the Warblers all yelled and stared at Wes.

"Oh yes", another gang member said. "His threats were always so amusing to listen to, but people did take him seriously and he always make good on his threats. Hey Jail-Bait that guy you cut open with your switchblade?"

"What 'bout 'im", Wes grumbled, trying not to lose his temper.

"We saw 'im the other day! Scars everywhere. He wasn't even close to dying because you knew where to cut him to keep him alive! He does resemble that monster dude though."

"You mean Frankenstein's monster", Wes asked.

"Oh look at you all studious and knowing and shit."

Wes rolled his eyes.

"It's common knowledge Sledgehammer", he said. "You should try to gain some."

"Yadda yadda yadda. You and your brother are just the same. That's why we like ya!" He patted Wes on the back. "So pack your stuff Jail-Bait. You're coming home with us."

"Say what?!" Wes exclaimed.

"You're 18 right? Legal adult dude", another member said. "You can do what ya want!"

"Jail threat, remember?" Wes said.

"Oh come on what can they do? The longest you'd gotten in juvie was two years for your part in the gang war. Now you've been here at the prep school for six! So come on let's go home dude! Back to being kings of the town!"

"Yeah our empire needs help to become the greatest again!" Bobcat cheered. Wes looked between the gang and the Warblers. Fred stepped forward.

"We don't want any lying criminals in our ranks", he said.

"I'm no criminal", Wes said.

"You're a gangbanger!" Blaine yelled.

"Was", Wes corrected.

"You lied to us!" Kurt yelled. "Just go away! Go back to your drugs and violence. We don't need people like you!"

"Homophobe!" Nick and Jeff chorused. Wes stared between the two groups. His two families… and ran.

Present time

He sighed and looked out the window. What would he do? He wanted to stay at Dalton but no one wanted him to stay. Words spread fast at this school. Everyone knew what he'd been, was in their eyes. Everyone stayed clear of him and told him to leave. His gang wanted him back but Wes didn't want to go back… or did he? He sighed and got up. He took off his blazer and cut the sleeves off of his shirt. He took his duffel bag and switchblade. He opened the locked window and climbed out. The Warblers got their wish, his gang got their wish. Everyone was happy. Except him. But I guess… that's what happens when you always put someone else's needs in front of your own. You end up hurt in the end.

Election day today. Yikes :S Had a hard time deciding who to vote for :P

Anyways this ended really sad and boring. But I'm thinking of maybe turning this into a story sometime in the future. With Suntan140's permission of course.

Guest - :)