Today's prompt:
AmazingTook - Hey, can you do one where Niff has a huge row and it splits the Warblers apart and they just need their big brother Wes to help thing out please x Thank you xx

And Wes thought having the flu had been bad. Now he was getting a headache… again! He had been out sick for a week and clearly him being sick would turn the whole world to hell. The Warblers were split in two… again! It was just like with the Everetts! This time it was the current prankster kings and power couple of the Warblers that had a row.

Wes had found out about it when he entered the cafeteria and found the Warblers sitting at not one but two separate tables. He'd had to rub his eyes to make sure he wasn't seeing things. Sure the Warblers in the past had sometimes been sitting at various tables but this particular group of Warblers never did. At one side there had been: Jeff, Rock, David, Fred, Frank, Blaine and Joseph. The other table had been filled with Nick, James, Chris, John, Thad, Trent, Luke and Kurt. Wes had watched as they all noticed him and tried to get him to sit by them… by insulting each other. In the end… Wes had taken his breakfast, looked at the two groups and had then shook his head and walked over to his friends from the same year, Benjamin, Samuel, Gabriel, Cory and Kevin. He had spent all day with them, to their delight and his own. He hadn't felt like dealing with a fight today, not on his first day back. But… then had come Warbler practice and he had to be there. He was the chairman after all.

It had started as soon as he entered the room. The Warblers had all started yelling, trying to get him to join their side. But with all those voices yelling at him Wes had not been able to figure out what the big fight seemed to be about. It was about music, he'd been able to figure out as much but nothing else. After about an hour he had banged the gavel and had yelled.

"Shut up! Take your pity fights somewhere else and keep them out of this room! Regionals is coming up and we need to be ready. So cut the bullshit and start thinking like a team or so help me God I will castrate every single one of you so that you can all permanently sing in Kurt's key! As for Kurt I will figure another punishment out for you! Thank you."

When Kurt had been about to object Wes had glared at him so hotly that Kurt had squeaked and hid behind Trent.

Now Wes was heading for his room. He needed a rest. He wanted a rest… but a rest he wouldn't get. As soon as he came back to his room he found it occupied by Warblers. Not all but one of the team. Team Nick, as Wes had dubbed it. Nick and Kurt were sitting on his bed. Chris, John, Thad and Luke sat on the floor. While Trent and James occupied the small couch. Wes groaned and threw his school bag onto the bed. Which made Nick and Kurt squeak and dive to safety… which means jump off the bed. Wes didn't care. He threw himself on the bed and covered his face with his arm.

"Go away", he said.

"But Wes we-" Nick began.

"I am not interested in your fights. Leave me alone. I have a headache already. Don't make me force you."

Kurt who was still rather new at Dalton, and really didn't know Wes that well yet, only scoffed at that. He crossed his arms.

"I find that very hard to believe", he said but as soon as the words left his mouth he felt three pair of hands covering it. John, Luke and Chris grinned innocently when Wes sat up slowly. His eyes were like a pair of burning pieces of coal.

"Are you trying to piss me off Hummel?" he growled.

"No!" Chris hurriedly said. "No no no Wes. He doesn't know what he's saying."

"All that hair product and skin products you know", John said. "All the chemicals are getting to his head."

"Hey!" Kurt objected after pushing their hands away.

"Hush you know it's true", Luke said and looked at him and then the freshmen grinned innocently at Wes. Wes just rolled his eyes and laid down again. Then he pointed at the door with his foot. The Warblers dragged Kurt with them and left. They didn't want to be on the receiving end of his temper. Wes didn't get angry at them often, but when he did… you had to duck for cover.

Wes was left in peace until the next day. He was sitting in the library studying when all of a sudden he felt like he was being watched. He looked up from his book to find team Jeff sitting all around him. They sat on the table, on chairs or other furniture.

"What is it now?" Wes asked in annoyance. "If you haven't realized I have a lot of studying to catch up on since I was sick for so long."

"Look", David said. "We just want your opinion on something."

"This better be about that history assignment you have about whether it was right or wrong of the US to drop the bombs on Hiroshima and Nagasaki or I will personally castrate you all."

The boys fled.

This went on for a few days and soon Wes had enough. The Warblers kept fighting when they were trying to prepare for regionals. So at yet another Warbler rehearsal where the Warblers were fighting Wes finally found out what the fighting was about. Wes had asked for suggestions for songs to be used… and that's when all hell broke loose.

"No more fucking Perry songs!" Nick yelled. "We've only done those so far and I'm sick of it!"

"You just complain because you can't get a solo when it's a Perry song because you're not as talented as her", Jeff said.

"I'm far more talented than her!"

"Not really."

"Oh like you're any better?"

"At least I'm better than that faking Lady Gaga."

"She's not a fake!"

"Come on! She wouldn't be famous or even get her songs recorded if she didn't dress like a freak!"

"Oh so Perry isn't?!"

That set everyone off and they started fighting. Wes face-palmed. He finally understood what all the fighting was about. It had happened before… just not at this scale because he was usually there to stop it. Nick was a fan of Lady Gaga and Jeff loved Katie Perry. Wes didn't really like either of them. But the Warblers were divided, always had been, always would be. The Warblers on Nick's "team" were in love with Gaga's crazy style and how confident she was in herself and who she was. But Wes was sure she wouldn't be half as successful if she had ditched the crazy outfits, crazy videos and strange makeup. On the other side there was sweet Katie Perry. Wes nearly grimaced at the thought of her too. She was more like the girl next door but she also had her wild, strange side. Yet again… without that style Wes was sure she wasn't really going to be anything. He took a deep breath and got up.

"SHUT UP!" he yelled and all the Warblers looked at him, falling silent at once. Wes looked at them, eyes dark and angry.

"Shut up", he said again. "I've had it with this stupid fight of yours. Gaga and Perry are just two wannabes anyway! They're not even that original! Before them there was Cindy Lauper and Cher for crying out loud! And Madonna and Celine Dion and Aretha Franklin and Gloria Gaynor and Barbara Streisand and Bonnie Tyler and many more! Those two are nothing special! Gaga and Perry are both 'good' if you like that sort of thing. I personally don't but that is, just like this entire stupid fan war, a matter of personal preference and opinion. Personally, I think they are both a couple of outfit obsessed divas that wouldn't be worth half their weight in dirt if they ditched the avant-garde apparel. And as I've stated in rather rude terms, I don't in anyway share your opinion that either of them is modern royalty. You are acting like five-year-olds! Grow the hell up already and act your age! Dalton is about accepting everyone no matter where they are from, how much money they got, if they're gay, straight, bi, transsexual, purple, yellow, black, red, green, orange, white or even multicolored! We accept each other's opinions and don't mock each other over them! If someone thinks different than you it's not a reason to start a fucking war! Now shut your traps and listen to Cher."

With that Wes got up and left the room. The Warblers stared after him.

"Doesn't that last part make him trying to force his opinion on us?" Nick asked.

"Talk about double standards", Jeff joked.

"I heard that!" Wes called back and the Warblers hurriedly gathered their things and scattered for the day. But they all knew Wes was right and during the next couple of days the Warblers worked to get each others' forgiveness… and Wes' most of all.

Wes laid down on his bed after a calm and responsible Warbler meeting.

"Peace and quiet at last", he said. Then there was a crash outside… and lots of yelling. Wes groaned.

"No rest for the oldest", he grumbled and got off of the bed. His job was never over.

Thanks to my amazing friend hallescomet97 for helping me :D