Okay this prompt comes from SalvatoreBrothersFan and went: "Could you do a chapter in which the older warblers come back and help Wes with two warblers (Sebastian & Hunter) because they are acting out, and doing stupid stuff, and Wes has a feeling that there is something going on that is making them act this way?"

Wes rubbed his temples in frustration. This year they'd gotten a few new Warblers that were freshmen. But they'd also gotten two juniors that were transfer students. One of them came from a Military Academy and one from a school in Paris. Nothing had seemed wrong at first… until Hunter started getting irrational rage outburst during practice for no reason at all. He had for example tried to deck Thad when the shorter boy had asked him if he was feeling okay after he tripped during a dance move. That had been the wrong thing to do since Hunter exploded and started yelling at Thad, accusing the other boy of calling him weak and stupid and poor Thad had not known what to do. Hunter had then tried to hit him only to find himself flipped onto a sofa by a very angry Wes Montgomery. When Hunter had roared and tried to get up the Muscle Warblers had intervened. The Muscle Warblers being Rock, Fred, Joseph and David. They jumped at Hunter and caught him before he could get himself killed. Trent had hurried over with a glass of water and had thrown it in Hunter's face, knocking him out of his rage. The junior had stared in confusion and then shame and had lowered his head, gritting his teeth. The Muscle Warblers had not let go until he was fully calm but the damage was already done. The freshmen and a few of the smaller guys were now afraid of him. But Wes was more worried about Hunter and as to why he had acted like he did.

As the weeks went by it happened more frequently and not only during Warbler rehearsals either. During lacrosse practice he had also lost his temper and had scared the team half to death when he came at them for messing up a practice maneuver. Poor Thad had been in that too and now the short boy never strayed too far from Wes' side whenever Hunter was near. Hunter was not Wes' only trouble at the moment. He also had trouble of a more… flirty sort.

The second new junior was a guy named Sebastian Smythe and he had taken a liking to three guys that had no interest in him whatsoever. The first one was Nick, the second one was Thad – poor guy could never really catch a break this year – and the third was Blaine. Wes soon figured out it was because Sebastian had a type. Short and dark-haired with hazel or brown eyes. He was not even discreet in his flirting with all three of them. He was frustratingly open about it and didn't even care if said boys' boyfriends were present. He had only gotten punched once, by Benjamin. Jeff and Kurt were too afraid to get in trouble with Wes, the teachers and Carmichael to do it. Benjamin on the other hand had no such fears because he had realized what type of guy Sebastian was and Wes had too. Sebastian talked a big talk and was cocky when people watched him. But there was nothing behind all that big talk. He threatened people with his father being state attorney but Wes knew that he would never ever act upon it. But why?

Something was fishy here, with both juniors. Wes had tried to talk to both of them but they either walked away, ignored him or just yelled at him. Maybe this time he was too close? No that was not it. But perhaps maybe this time he needed a little help? He turned to his computer and went out on the Wes' Big Siblings' Forum. He was going to murder Nathan and Otto on a later date for that. He started typing and after clicking send it only took one minute for two replies to come through:

See you tomorrow – Matt

This will be fun – Richard

Wes blinked. It was not the people he expected to actually decide to come. He thought for sure that Mark would or Bastian (he was the expert flirt after all) or Julian or Jerry or Justine or Lucas or Austin and Joseph if they could get there. He shrugged. This would be interesting.

Sebastian Smythe smirked at the squirming brunette in front of him. Nick was so cute when he got all flustered. Sebastian had given him a proposition. He had told him to meet him in the janitor's closet on the second floor and the little guy had gotten all red in the face and had started to stutter. It was adorable, sexy even and Sebastian felt his smirk grow. Jeff would be so pissed of he might actually hit him this time. Sebastian stepped closer to Nick and the boy backed up, his back hitting a wall. Sebastian put his hands on either side of the shorter boy's head.

"Come on Nicky", he purred. "You know you want to."

"I-I l-love Jeff", Nick stuttered and looked anywhere but Sebastian's face.

"Jeff won't need to know", Sebastian purred and caressed Nick's cheek.

"I… I… n-no."

"Come on, it will just be a little fun. You like fun don't you?"

"Y-yes b-but not your kind of f-fun."

"You never know before you try."

"Hey that is my line and I have patent on it", a voice said behind them and Nick sighed in relief. Wes stood there with his arms crossed and his eyes narrowed. He looked really angry. Sebastian chuckled and moved back from Nick.

"Relax Momma Bird", he mocked. "Nicky and I were just talking."

"To me it looked like sexual harassment", Wes countered. "Leave Nick alone Bas, I'm warning you this time."

"Oh? And why should I listen to you?"

"Because it is the wisest thing to do. If you keep this up you will get seriously hurt."

"By who? You? Sorry Wes but I'm not scared of you."

"As it should be", Wes said and stepped closer. Nick took the opportunity to scramble away from Sebastian. "I don't want people to be afraid of me."

"Still everyone around here do your bidding", Sebastian spat. "All you need to do is look at someone and they'll do whatever you ask them to."

"Of course they will", Wes said and smirked. "Because I ask nicely."

"Then I'll ask you nicely to leave me the hell alone."

"When you leave my charges alone."

"Charges?"

"I'm Nick's mentor, I'm Thad's… guardian and I am Blaine's friend. I am your friend too and if you won't leave the others alone with your over the top flirting I will be forced to take action."

"What ya gonna do Wessy? Hit me?"

"Nope", Wes said and leaned against the wall. "I'll sick a lawyer on you."

"Lawyer?" Sebastian drawled and then heard a snort. He turned around and came face to face with a tall platinum blonde young man. He was in a biker's gear and he was smirking in a very sexy way, according to Sebastian.

"Lawyer in training", the guy said and walked up to Sebastian. "But lawyer the same. Listen here Sebastian do you really want to be charged with sexual assault? Because that is what it looks like to me."

"I am just flirting, nothing sexual about that."

"Oh so propositioning poor Nicholas here with a sexual encounter in a closet and that unwanted caress was just flirting?"

"I never said it was sex-"

"You implied it and that it is how Nicholas interpreted it as. So I suggest you stay away from him and any other guy you give unwanted attention to. I think you will find that befriending these guys is better than trying to get in their pants."

"Shut the fuck up", Sebastian growled.

"Why? What ya gonna do? Sick daddy on me?"

"My dad is a state attorney."

"So? My dad is a CEO of a media company."

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"Just as much as your daddy being an attorney. Besides I think you are all talk and no guts. If you were going to sick your daddy on people you would have done so long ago, not just threatening to do it."

"Uh Richard maybe you shouldn't antagonize him", Wes said and moved a little closer.

"I am just stating the facts", Richard said and then turned to Sebastian. "Now answer a question and answer honestly. Are you in love with these guys?"

"What the fuck", Sebastian asked confused but felt that he could not turn away from the guy's blue eyes. They were keeping him prisoner so to speak.

"That was not an answer, that was a question now answer my question. Are you in love with these guys?"

"No", Sebastian snorted. "I'm just looking for some fun."

"Because you think sexual assault is fun?"

"No!"

"Because you like being in power and control?"

"Yes…"

"Because you like getting your ass kicked?"

"No!"

"Because you like being a loser?"

"Hey wait just a-"

"Answer the question Smythe. Do you like being a loser?"

"No!"

"You act like one."

"I do not!"

"Yes you do."

"No!"

"How many times have you gotten your heart broken?"

"What the-"

"Okay so one time."

"Shut the-"

"How old were you?"

"Quit it!"

"Ah so 14 tops. Was he the love of your life?"

"Will you just-"

"First love I see. French?"

"Sh-"

"Of course. Older than you too. You were shorter and smaller than him… all big green puppy eyes yes?"

"No!"

"I see so he was smaller but older."

"Will you quit-"

"How often did he tell you he loved you?"

"That's none-"

"How many brothers do you have?"

"Two but-"

"How many sisters?"

"None."

"How many uncles."

"Five."

"How many aunts?"

"Three."

"Cousins?"

"A few."

"And your dad wants to beat the gay out of you?"

"Yes." Sebastian clamped his hands over his mouth and Richard nodded and took a step back and turned to Wes.

"He's all yours your honor", Richard said and stepped away. Wes just stared, he was at a lack of words. What had just happened? Richard had fired away questions at top speed and Sebastian had answered them all and then Richard had thrown a curve ball and Sebastian got caught. It all made sense now. Why Sebastian flirted with guys that were already taken, why he "begged" for a beating. He believed what his father told him whenever he beat Sebastian. He wanted to get the gay beaten out of him.

Wes saw Sebastian's eyes glisten, he was close to tears. Wes knew the type though. Sebastian would never dare break down in front of them because his father and brothers most likely thought him weak for doing it. This was nothing new to Wes or Richard. They shared a look and Richard pulled Sebastian into a tight hug and Wes joined in. Sebastian just stood there for a bit and then his walls fell and he broke down crying. He gripped Richard so tightly his knuckles whitened and sobbed into his shoulder. Richard just smiled and rocked him gently.

"I'm sorry", Sebastian sobbed. "I'm sorry."

"Ssh it's okay", Wes soothed gently. "We understand. But Sebastian you must know that there is no way to beat the gay out of someone right?"

"I know I just… I… I want my dad to… to love me."

"I know the feeling trust me", Wes said and Richard gave him a look. Wes just smiled. "My father doesn't like who I am either. But I have realized, with a little help from friends like Richard here, that I don't need his love. Because there are people that love me for the real me and if you start showing off the real you… then I think the very same people will love you too."

"Wh-why should they after everything I've done?"

"Bas do you think you're the only Warbler to make mistakes and come on a little too strong? My first year here the Warblers really hurt my feelings and I got beat up as a result. We talked it over and they explained to me why and we became friends again. The juniors this year were really not good friends to Thad, ask David and Blaine and you'll see how much they are ashamed of themselves still. Everybody makes mistakes Sebastian. But it's how we apologize and make up for those mistakes that makes us well… Warblers. You must realize that your father does not deserve to know the real you right? I bet that under all this cocky façade there's a really great guy just dying to come out. I've seen you during lacrosse, you're a team player and you look out for your teammates. Why not always be that guy?"

"B-because nice guys finish last?" Sebastian whispered.

"Oh yeah Wes is really in last place", Richard replied dryly.

"Richard", Wes almost whined.

"It's true pup and you know it", Richard said and smirked. "You're what Warbler chairman and student council president?"

"A-and dorm prefect and captain of the martial arts team and everyone's favorite senior and every teacher's favorite student", Nick piped up and the trio turned to him. Nick blushed. Richard laughed and Sebastian sniffled a little and smiled a watery smile.

"And I was a cocky stuck-bastard and got all that anyway", Wes said dryly.

"No you were just being you", Nick said shyly. "Nice and sweet and amazing."

"Yes yes I am very nice now stop trying to make me some saint."

"I can picture that", Richard teased. "Saint Wes the patron saint of being nice."

"I really hate you at times did you know that?" Wes asked and Richard just winked. Sebastian smiled a little and Richard nodded down the hall. Wes understood and grabbed Nick's hand, leaving the two alone for a while. Wes had thought they needed a flirt to get to the bottom of Sebastian's case, but all they needed was a lawyer with a rapid tongue. Now… Hunter.

Hunter was busy practicing his gymnastics skills. He was in both the gymnastics team and the lacrosse team. He was practicing his skills in the rings but he felt his arms shake. He still wasn't strong enough! Why the hell wasn't he strong enough!? His grades were slipping too because he wasn't as strong as his brother and uncle! He was a disgrace to the family because he had transferred from the academy to Dalton! All because he wasn't strong enough! He'd show them… he'd show them all that he was strong! He gasped when he lost his grip and fell from the rings. He hit the mat hard and groaned. He got onto his knees. Why!? Why the fuck wasn't he strong enough!? He gripped the mat tightly, so tight his knuckles whitened. Why was he such a weakling and a failure!? He roared and got up, ramming his fist into the wall… leaving a dent. He screamed in rage and started to throw his bag around, kicking water bottles and throwing dumbbells.

"Be careful with those", an unfamiliar voice said and he turned around. He blinked a few times because he could see Wes standing there but beside him was another Asian, with slightly longer hair and slightly shorter than the Warbler Chairman.

"You could hurt yourself or someone else", the unfamiliar Asian said.

"What's it you", Hunter growled.

"Well it just feels so unnecessary", the guy said and shrugged. He walked into the room and sat on a bench. Hunter just scoffed and turned back to the dumbbells. He picked one up and started to practice with it. He could feel Wes and that guy watching him.

"Wow I haven't been in here in a long time", the unfamiliar guy said and Hunter gritted his teeth. Couldn't he just shut up?

"When was the last time you were here?" Wes asked. Great now big-boss-Warbler had to start talking too? Didn't they realized they were distracting him and ruining his training.

"When Elliot was doubting himself before a competition", Matt replied and Hunter felt a chill run up his spine, but why? He lifted his gaze and looked at the duo. Wes looked slightly pale and he put a hand on the other guy's shoulder. The guy just smiled.

"I've accepted his fate Wes", he said. "Don't worry I won't break down. Carmichael was right though… he may not have seemed like it but Elliot was really fucking unhappy. His parents kept pressuring him to be better, stronger. He felt that everyone here at school did too… we all wanted him to be stronger, so he could win everything. Maybe Carmichael was right that he only thought his family and friends would love him was if he got stronger and excelled in swimming. Just like his dad. I just wish he could have come to me instead of turning to steroids." Hunter's breath hitched at that. What?

"Would you have forgiven him Matt", Wes asked quietly. "If… if he'd told you he had been cheating his whole high school career?"

"Yes of course I would", Matt answered. "He was my friend first and swimmer second. I mean cheating is always bad and ugly but maybe if I had just talked to him he could have stopped and instead focused on things that made him happy you know? The movie I'm making about him will show the world the ugly side of the sports world… well not all of it… only in his family. For fuck's sake his granddad and dad were Olympic medalists and they forced him into that life… if they had just stopped and looked at what an amazing son/grandson they had then maybe he would be alive today. I mean Elliot was a talented swimmer but he was the best cameraman I have ever had the pleasure to work with. His calling wasn't sports and he knew it… which was why he cheated because he thought it was his only way to be good enough to his family… his only chance to be like them. But he didn't need it", he looked up and his eyes met Hunter's. "Because why do we have to follow in our parents' footsteps? I mean… if that was true this guy I know would turn into a kidnapper, serial adultery-asshole with no love for his kids whatsoever."

"And I'd be a lousy rat", Wes replied calmly and Matt laughed.

"Totally, which is why I'm so happy we don't have to be the same thing our parents were. I mean come on! We live in the 21st century for crying out loud! We can be whatever we want to be and we don't have cheat to become it." Hunter dropped his dumbbell and both older boys looked at him.

"Are you okay", Wes asked him worriedly and Hunter dropped to his knees. "Hunter!?" Wes ran over to him and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Hunt you okay?"

"W-what happened to him", Hunter whispered.

"Who?"

"E-Elliot…" Hunter whispered. Matt walked over to them and crouched in front of Hunter.

"He drowned himself in the pool here at school", he said softly. "His dad and grandpa were both Olympic swimmers and they wanted him to become one too. But… when he started high school he realized his passion was for movie making instead… his parents did not approve. Elliot also realized that… that other swimmers were so much better than him and he wasn't getting better at all even though he trained. He started fearing he would let his family down so… he took steroids. He managed to keep it under the radar and… well he got accepted into the Olympic team. But then… then he realized there would be no hiding now and his parents told him how proud they were that he finally did something worthwile… Elliot would never be able to live with the shame of his cheating and the hate from his family… he thought no one loved him so he ended it rather than disappointing them. He chose to end it and… and I wish he hadn't."

"He thought he was weak?"

"The weakest."

"How do you now?"

"He left his diaries to me…" Matt bit his lip. "I've… I've never cried so much in my life as when I read those. His dad still claims Dalton made him weak and ruined him. I think Dalton… Dalton could have been his salvation if he just got up", he pulled Hunter to his feet. "And decided to lean on people instead of pushing them away." Hunter looked at the two Asians.

"But… but depending on others is weak", he said.

"No it's human", Wes added.

"What do you know", Hunter growled. "You're the strongest guy at Dalton!"

"I didn't just pop into existence like this!" Wes protested and flailed his arms around.

"That is true", Matt said and grinned. "You were quite the self-loathing little church-mouse weren't you?"

"Shut your face", Wes grumbled. "But he is right. I had the lowest self-esteem and was filled with self-loathing. But I got through it with a lot of help from my friends here at Dalton."

"As it should be", Matt said and turned to Hunter. "Hunter if you need someone to talk with just ask. Everyone at Dalton is here for you. But please don't let the only memories of you be that you used steroids."

"He what!?" Wes asked shocked and Hunter looked down ashamed. Wes looked between them. "Well that does explain the anger issues."

"Y-you're not… angry at me?" Hunter asked him shocked.

"I think we've had enough anger this year to last us a life-time. I am however disappointed that you put yourself in such dangers, but I know you aren't only to blame. Just like Elliot wasn't. Hunter, you don't have to be anyone but yourself and you sure as hell don't have to impress some jerks that can't see your real worth. The council accepted you into the Warblers because you are a remarkable singer and if you get your troubles sorted out I am sure you can be an amazing team captain and team player. Come on, you Bas and Thad could lead our lacrosse team to victory if you just worked together a little better."

"Thad's scared of me… and I don't blame him."

"Just apologize to him and I am sure that will stop. Thad used to fear me too."

"What?! You're joking."

"I am not. Now give me your bag so I can get rid of the shit inside."

"How?"

"I'll tell the teachers I found the bag outside", he said and shrugged.

"They'll buy that?"

"I have the staff wrapped around my little finger", Wes said happily. "Matt I'll leave him in your hands for now. Try not to give him too many ideas."

"Who am I Otthan?" Matt asked dryly but Wes just rolled his eyes and left.

A few weeks passed and Wes felt a smile tug at his lips as he watched his Warblers through the window. The Muscle Warblers were trying to take on Hunter, Thad and Sebastian in a three on three basketball match. Even though Rock played basketball and the other team didn't Hunter, Thad and Sebastian were kicking their asses. The trio was a perfect team. Hunter and Sebastian were strong and fierce while Thad was sneaky and quick. Hunter had apologized to the small boy for scaring him and had apologized to everyone for using steroids to try and be strong so that they would approve of him.

Sebastian had also apologized and in true Warbler fashion they had been forgiven. Sebastian had actually mentioned that he had found a guy that actually liked him back. Who that was Wes wasn't sure but he was hapy for him. Hunter had told his family he was done with gymnastics and that movie making and lacrosse were his true passions. His uncle and brothers were outraged at first… until Hunter's grandma went at them with her broom and told them to shut their traps or she'd wipe them off the face of the Earth. Wes smiled.

Things were clearing up fine. The Dragon shook with another explosion and he groaned. If he ever managed to stop Niff from blowing things up that is… Wes' job never seemed to end. He smiled. At least he knew he had a storage with useful "weapons" a few phone calls away. He smiled. Once a Warbler Always a Warbler right?

Look I am alive! I got hit with some inspiration today it seems.