From now on all chapters are marked AU

Part 7
Wes and the Warblers got up from their chairs and headed for the door. Wes hung back to give Kurt and Blaine each a goodbye hug and shake Mr. Schue's hand wishing them good luck in Regionals. But then they all heard a splashing sound and laughter. New Directions recognized that laughter… it was the jocks. Trent, who was last in line of the Warblers turned around and looked at them with shocked eyes.

The other Warblers parted and Wes' eyes went wide when he saw Thad, drenched in red slushees. He looked really small right then and his hair was red as was his clothes. He looked really miserable and terrified and it made Wes see red. Blaine and Kurt made a grab for the coach of the Warblers but he stalked forward so fast they didn't get the time to react. The Warblers parted when he stormed by and out in the corridor. He saw the jocks move down the hall.

"HEY!" he roared and they stopped and turned around. All of them were grinning, but when they saw Wes they all paled.

"Aw shit", the short blonde swore. David and Rock tried in vain to grab hold of Wes' arms but he moved to quickly again. He stalked towards the jocks seething with anger. Blaine turned to David and David turned to Blaine.

"You wanna bet he'll kill them this time", Blaine asked and noticed through the corner of his eye how the girls and Kurt led Thad towards the girls' bathroom to clean him off.

"Probably will", David said. "I think he's still all worked up about the whole Sebastian thing."

"Aren't you going to try to stop him from committing suicide", Puck asked watching the angry Warbler stalk towards the frozen jocks.

"Dude trying to stop him right now would be suicide", Jeff said. "I thought those idiots learned from the last time they angered Wes."

"Wait", Finn asked. "What last time?"

Last year when Kurt was new at Dalton

Dave Karofsky and Azimo were walking towards their car joking about Kurt Hummel aka running rabbit as they called him. They were joking about how he ran to his big brother and daddy to try beat them up and then run from the school so they couldn't get back at him for it. Azimo thought the death glares he and the other football players received were amusing. The only thing he had a problem getting used to was the glares Chang and Puck sent them. Puck because he'd been one of the guys before and Chang… well he was Asian and Azimo was afraid the guy would go ninja on him or something. Yeah Azimo believed in stereotypes. But he'd seen Chang dance and if he could kick around and bend like that while dancing… heck he was probably a master at karate.

The two of them were walking to their car that they had parked near Hummel's new school. They had driven over to Westerville to find out what kind of boys went to Dalton Academy, now dubbed Gay-Hogwarts. They'd seen Kurt together with that short Warbler and two other guys talk and laugh on the parking lot. When Kurt had seen them he'd paled and hurriedly run away. The short prep-boy following and the African American as well. The last guy that turned out to be an Asian had walked up to them though.

"You are on private grounds gentlemen I must ask you to leave", he'd said. And without answering Azimo had thrown his blue slushee in the guy's face and Dave had thrown his red and then walked off, both of them laughing at the situation and joking about Hummel aka running rabbit.

As soon as the two football players were gone Wes squeezed his eyes shut and hissed as the pain came.

"Oh my God Wes!" he heard someone yell and felt a pair of hands grab him by the shoulders. "You okay?"

"I'm fine Joseph", Wes said, knowing it was the tall blonde Warbler that was behind him.

"Who were those guys", Joseph asked and started to brush the ice off of Wes' shoulders and from his head.

"I have a tiny idea", Wes grumbled. "Stop that!" He was referring to the cleaning off. "Are my hands clean?"

"Yeah", Joseph said hesitantly and Wes wiped his eyes free from slushee. But he still couldn't open his eyes without it stinging yet.

"Can you lead me to my room Joseph", he asked and felt the taller boy grab his shoulders and hurriedly walk him towards the dorm.

The Dalton boys in his dorm gasped when Wes walked past them towards his room. Joseph was still by his side, but now Wes could walk on his own. He was aware of how the mumbles spread like wildfire and he could hear texts being sent. He ignored this though and walked to the dorm's "common room", where he knew he'd find the Warblers that lived in this dorm. Which were Thad, David, Blaine, Kurt, Nick and Jeff.

The common room was actually Wes' room, a single room for the prefect/dorm manager and the Warblers of the dorm… and the other dorms usually met there from time to time. When he got inside he saw that they were all, every single Warbler, sitting on his floor or his bed talking to and comforting an upset Kurt. They all had their backs to the door, except Kurt but when they heard someone step into the room they turned and all of them gasped or just stared. Joseph, face red as a tomato, hurriedly sat down on the floor between Luke and Chris. Kurt looked horrified at the head councilmember, but Wes ignored that and took off his blazer that had two big splotches of red and blue on them… He threw it in a cleaning basket showing that his white shirt was as well bright red and blue because he'd just put on the blazer but not buttoned the buttons so the white shirt had gotten the blunt of the slushee attack.

"Wes", someone asked. Probably Luke or John, two of the freshmen, Wes mused.

"What the hell happened", David yelled and Wes turned to them.

"Give me a minute", he said and walked into his bathroom taking of his shirt and tie and then quickly washed his hair and face. When he got back into the room, rubbing his wet hair with a towel and with a bare chest they boys were still staring at him. He noticed Joseph's red face and realized the tall Warbler had told the others about how he found him in the parking lot. Wes rolled his eyes and gave Nick a look. The boy was sitting on his dresser. Nick hurriedly moved and Wes took out a T-shirt and pulled it over his head. The room was deadly silent and Wes sat down on the chair to his desk.

"I hate slushees", he said and he got a few nervous chuckles and laughs in return. "Now what were you talking about before I came in looking like some modern art project?"

He got no answer and rolled his eyes again.

"Don't worry", he told them. "I already got a revenge plan plotted… one that will show those losers what happens when you mess with Kurt or any other Warbler."

"Are we all going after them", Jeff asked.

"Not this time", Wes said before ruffling Jeff's hair fondly. He then cracked his knuckles and his neck. "This is something I'll handle myself."

"Just… just don't kill them", David said pinching the bridge of his nose while waving at Wes with his other hand.

"Moi!" Wes asked putting a hand to his chest.

"Yes you", David said. "Don't kill them."

"For ruining one of my blazer, one shirt and a tie? Surely you know me better than that David. I only kill people when one of my little brothers", here he let his faze wander over the Warblers. "get hurt."

"I'm so sorry that happened to you Wes", Kurt said slightly panicky. "They were after me and-"

"Kurt it's fine", Wes interrupted. "It was some ice and sugar I've had worse things thrown at me." They all stared at him and Wes blushed a bit and cleared his throat. "So uh why are you all in my room again?"

Everyone looked at him and then Kurt that looked really embarrassed and Wes sighed gently. Kurt got up thinking it was an annoyed sigh and Wes walked over to him.

"Kurt sit", he ordered. "The rest of you scram."

No one moved.

"Now!" Wes snapped and they were all wise enough to not disobey that tone. Blaine hesitated by the door and Wes gave him a glare and he left. When Blaine had shut the door Wes banged on it and heard a yelp.

"Don't eavesdrop!" he called and heard feet hurry away from the door. He hit it again and got another yelp. "That goes for you too Blaine Anderson! Shoo!" He heard curses and footsteps leaving his door. He smiled and then turned to Kurt and motioned for him to get over to the couch.

"Okay Kurt", he said. "What's up?"

Kurt didn't say anything as he sat down. He just looked scared and fragile. Wes sighed sadly and decided to try something and hopefully Kurt wouldn't push him away… or hit him like Nick did the first time he did this. Wes sat down beside him and pulled Kurt into a comforting hug. At first the younger boy became stiff like a plank but then caved in and started to sob while he clung to Wes. Wes rocked him back and forth but let the other boy cry, he could feel his phone vibrate knowing exactly who was texting him.

Blaine was so concerned but still oblivious to his own feelings that it was a bit adorable. No scratch that, it was very adorable. Wes and David and the rest of the Warblers had seen how much Blaine cared about Kurt, loved him even though Blaine still didn't know about that fact. After a little bit Kurt's crying subdued to sobs and Wes started to softly sing a song that he'd always loved.

Come along
Will there be sunshine shinin'?
Will we find a silver linin'?
Come along
Sing a song
When today becomes tomorrow
Will we find joy or sorrow?
Sing a song

Is it wrong?
To put all our hopes together
And wish for something better?
Is it wrong
To belong?
To face the future with another
Who means more than any other
Is to belong

We'll paint the grey clouds
With pretty rainbow hues
And we'll brush the gloom away
And save it for a rainy day
Rainy day
Oh today!

If troubles cast a shadow
And shadows makes the sun afraid to stay
But it's okay
'Cause there will be sunshine shinin'
And we'll find a silver linin' another day

Tomorrow is another day

How I wish you'll always stay

Tomorrow is another day

Kurt sniffled but then giggled and Wes hugged him closer.

"Th-that was cute", Kurt sob-chuckled into Wes' shoulder. "I-I didn't take you for a-a-a D-Disney-lover."

"Hey it's been my favorite song since I was 8 so shut it", Wes mock growled and Kurt laughed and sat up straight, still hugging Wes though.

"I understand why they call you Big Brother Wes", Kurt chuckled drying his tears. "You are good at comforting people."

"That's what I'm here for. Now can you tell me what got you so upset?"

Kurt sighed and told Wes about what had really happened at McKinley, not leaving out the kiss because he knew he could trust Wes to keep quiet about it. He told him of his fears and how he'd hoped he'd be safe at Dalton but apparently wasn't. That hurt not only Kurt but also some other Warblers Wes realized. When they all saw Wes walk in like that, their big brother, their protector and realized that not even he could walk safe at Dalton they'd all had a relapse. Wes wouldn't be surprised if some of the Warblers that had been bullied out of their other schools would show up tonight seeking comfort. He felt a bit bad about kicking them out but knew they'd show up again… if not he'd send out a message telling them that his door was open for them. Wes sighed and hugged Kurt close again, feeling his phone vibrating again.

"Feeling better Kurt", he asked rocking the younger boy slightly back and forth.

"Yeah", Kurt whispered. "Are you okay? The slushee-"

"Like I said it was nothing. I've gotten worse things thrown at me."

"Like what?"

"A Ming-vase…" He looked around and when he was sure no one was watching he showed Kurt his left shoulder where he had a scar. "The nasty thing got me in the shoulder… it was some sharp shit I'll tell you that."

"Who in their right mind would throw a Ming-vase at you", Kurt asked astonished.

"Uh… it was a drunk relative…" Wes bit his lip slightly. "Horrible story let's not talk about that. Anyway you won't have to worry about not being safe at Dalton because tomorrow I'll go to McKinley and show those Neanderthals what happens when you hurt my little brothers and messes with Wes Montgomery!"

Kurt stared at him as if he'd lost his mind but Wes just grinned.

"You wouldn't", Kurt said fearfully. "Would you?"

Wes just winked and patted him on the back.

The next day the students of McKinley High that was near the parking lot stopped and stared at a black BMW driving into the parking lot and park smoothly. No one at the school owned a car like that. Jacob Ben Israel got his camera and microphone out and zoomed in on the car. The windows were toned black and people all around him started to whisper about a famous person, a cop or a royalty visiting. Then the door on the driver's side opened and a boy in a coal black blazer with a red sign on the jacket's chest pocket climbed out and stood tall. His hair was black and styled in a way that made him look cool but sophisticated. He wore black sunglasses and black trousers and shoes as well. He had black leather gloves on and closed the door to his car with a bang. He started to walk towards the students at the parking lot and locked the car by pressing the button on his key. There was a small group of Cheerios standing at the parking lot and they watched the guy in awe, love struck. The students parted to let him walk by and the guy froze in front of Jacob.

"Where can I find Dave Karofsky", he asked coldly. Jacob started to stutter out something and the guy rolled his eyes and stalked past him and the others and entered the school. No one moved at first but then followed to see what was going on.

The students of McKinley high were all in the hallways by their lockers, getting ready for their next classes when the double doors that were the school entrance were flung open and the guy from the parking lot, looking slightly like Aragorn arriving at Helms Deep in the Two Towers, walked inside. The hallway was quiet for a bit and then everyone went back to mind their own business. The guy glanced around and saw the goal of his mission walking towards a petit brunette holding slushees. He stalked forward.

Rachel Berry turned around to see Karofsky, Azimo and the rest of the football team, save the Glee boys, stand there with slushees. She stared at them in horror and Karofsky smirked but suddenly her view of them was blocked by someone dressed in black.

"What the hell", Azimo asked confused. "Get out of the way or we will slushee you too freak."

"No you won't", the guy answered coldly. "You won't slushee me or this girl."

"Oh yeah?" The next thing that happened made Rachel gasp in shock. As did all other students in the hallway. The guy moved his right hand upwards, hitting the bottom of the cup Azimo was holding, resulting in the football player slusheeing himself. He screamed as it started to burn his eyes and then he started to swear. Some of his friends pulled him back and Karofsky stared in shock at that and then the guy in front of him.

"You", the guy told Rachel. "Get out of here… this will be messy." Rachel nodded and ran to the nearest classroom and watched from the door. She noticed Mercedes film everything with her video camera. The guy turned back and removed his sunglasses and Karofsky smirked.

"Oh so it's you", he said smirking.

"Yes", Wes said throwing the sunglasses to the side. "Now see what happened to your friend as a warning. Try to hurt anyone of my boys again and you'll regret it."

"Aw look here guys", Karofsky called to his friends. "Looks like the running rabbit's boyfriend is sticking up for him!"

"I'm not his boyfriend", Wes said calmly. "But I'm his friend, no scratch that." His eyes got a dangerous look to them. "I'm his brother and you'll pay for what you've done to him and my other brothers." Before anyone could react Karofsky was on the floor. The football players jumped into action then and circled the guy. The African American with long hair moved in behind Wes and was about to hit him from behind. Wes looked through the corner of his eyes and grabbed the guy's wrist and to the shock of the people around him, pulled him over his head and slammed him onto the floor. Another football player flung himself at him and Wes brought his foot up in a kick and got the guy in the side. He dropped with a gasp.

"No one touches the bastard", Karofsky yelled getting up. "He's mine!" Karofsky threw off his jacket and balled his hands into fists. Wes was right now standing in profile to Karofsky and only turned his head to look at him.

"You really don't wanna do that", Wes stated calmly, while turning so he was facing his opponent looking Karofsky up and down.

"Oh trust me", Karofsky said predatory. "I do!" He threw a punch that Wes easily sidestepped by moving his left shoulder back and by that turning his torso and face out of Karofsky's way. Karofsky pulled his fist back and Wes' shoulder followed so that he was facing Karofsky straight forward again. Dave threw a punch again and this time Wes did the same move but to the right. Dave was staring at him in confusion and kicked at the shorter boy's legs. Wes jumped over the kick and smirked. Dave threw another punch towards Wes' face and Wes caught his fist with his right hand and stopped the move.

"My turn", he said and bent Dave's hand back making him kneel and then Wes kicked him in the chest. Dave flew backwards over the floor, but got up again and charged like an angry bull. Mike, Sam and Finn had arrived then and watched their team-"mate" attack the other guy. When Dave was within distance of Wes said boy made a roundhouse kick. The kick caught Karofsky's side just underneath the armpit and he was flung into the lockers with a bang. The other football players gasped and jumped back. Only Azimo, who had recovered from the slushee, didn't and now he charged Wes. But he wasn't fast enough. With a few strong hits and kicks the big African American was sprawled on the floor as well and groaning in pain. Wes looked around at the other players that backed away in terror.

"My first and only lesson to you freaks", Wes growled. "Stay away from my school and its students!" With that he turned around and everyone was amazed that his black uniform wasn't even wrinkled after the fight.

"Talk about badass", Puck whispered to Lauren. While Wes walked towards the exit Karofsky got up and snatched a slushee. He ran towards the Warbler.

"Watch out!" Finn yelled.

"Behind you!" Sam called.

Wes spun around and kicked the cup, resulting in Karofsky getting slusheed. Wes smirked satisfied and walked out of the school.

"Who was that guy", Rachel asked the boys who only shrugged, all of them except Mike. He grinned and walked over to Mercedes asking her something.

Wes was sitting in his room whistling while he worked with the sheet music for the next Warbler meeting. He suddenly heard running feet coming down the hall.

"Huh they're all late", he mumbled chewing on his pencil and then the door slammed open. Without looking over his shoulders he called:

"You're late."

Someone stormed over to him and twirled around his chair and he came face to face with David.

"Are you insane", David yelled at him.

"No but thank you for suggesting I am", Wes stated calmly. "I'll talk with my therapist about it. Maybe that's the reason I keep seeing you even though I know you are just made up by my imagination."

"Don't start!" Thad yelled. "Wes you could've gotten killed!"

"I was in full control", Wes remarked dryly. "Now excuse me" he turned the chair around "I have work to do." David grabbed the chair and twirled him around again. Wes crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow.

"Can I help you with something Mr. Mitchell?" he asked.

"Why didn't you tell us you went to McKinley?" David yelled and the other Warblers nodded to show that they were as upset as he was.

"Because you would have insisted on coming with me", Wes said turning his chair around again and started to write. "And you'd get hurt and we can't have that can we?"

This time it was Thad that twirled his chair around and Wes only gave him a tired look.

"Thaddeus I am trying to work here and you nearly gave me a whiplash with that turn", he said.

"Quit acting so nonchalant!" Thad yelled. "You haven't gone all state-champion-in-karate on anyone's behind since Nick transferred and he told you what happened to him at his old school!"

"Those lugs deserved it then and these lugs deserved it now", Wes rationalized.

"You could've gotten killed!" all the Warblers yelled at him and Wes looked at Kurt who'd yelled louder than anyone else.

"Maybe", he said locking eyes with the countertenor. "But it was worth it. I doubt those two idiots are going to tell anyone they got beaten up by a prep-boy."

The Warblers started to argue with him again, yelling things at him but Wes ignored it. He only winked at Kurt and gave him a smile and turned back to his work. The poor Warblers kept berating his back while they all took places around the room. But after a bit their yelling at him turned to praise and congratulations and Wes threw a sideway glance at Kurt. The countertenor smiled and mouthed a thank you. Wes just smiled and mouthed back:

"You're welcome."

TBC