Warning a lot of cursing in here
Part 19
Thad was shaking Wes' shoulder. He wasn't listening to the crazy stories the other Warblers were telling the freshmen of their first meetings with Wes. Thad had noticed their coach being too quiet and turned to see him asleep, leaning on Thad. Thad was trying to get their coach to wake up, but Wes just refused to do it. Thad pouted slightly and gave up. David was looking at him oddly and Thad threw his free hand out to the side showing that he had no idea what was up with their coach. David got up and over to them.
"Wes", he asked and shook their coach by the shoulder. "Yo! Sleepyhead! Wake up!" No answer… nothing. The other Warblers realized by now that something was wrong and they turned to David. David sighed and leaned in close and yelled in Wes' ear:
"WAKE UP!"
Nothing, nada not a single twitch or jump or fluttering of eyelashes. Wes just shifted his head a little higher up on Thad's arm.
"What the hell", David asked.
"Should we call an ambulance", Lewis asked worriedly.
"No", Jeff said and they turned to him. He looked… ashamed.
"Jeff", Nick said sternly. "What did you do?"
"I just wanted to help!" Jeff blurted out in panic. "Wes hasn't slept since he came back from the hospital! He's slept one or two hours, but nothing more!"
"Jeff", Thad said darkly. "What. Did. You. Do?" Jeff twitched at every word as if being slapped.
"I uh", he rubbed his neck and looked at his feet.
"Jeff!" all Warblers yelled.
"Isleepiedasleepingpill intohiswatersothat he'dfallasleepandstayasleep."
Everyone stared at him in confusion.
"What", David asked.
"Islippedasleeepingpill-"
"Jeff!" Nick snapped. "Slowly."
"…"
"What was that", Rock asked crossing his arms sternly.
"I… I put a sleeping pill into his water bottle before we walked out on the stage so that he'd fall asleep and stay asleep", Jeff explained and blushed.
"WHAT?" the Warblers yelled.
"I was worried about him!" Jeff said looking bright red from embarrassment. "Wes always looks out for us but keep forgetting about himself! I know he's been up at night checking in on all of us to make sure that we are sleeping! Don't deny it any of you!" Quite a few of the Warblers looked at their feet. Jeff did too looking sad.
"I just wanted to help", he mumbled. David sighed and reached over and patted Jeff on the arm.
"I know Jeff", he said. "But what if it was dangerous?"
"I didn't… really think of that."
David shook his hand fondly.
"It's not the first time though", Frank piped up and got an elbow to the stomach for that.
"What", Connor asked confused.
"When Jeff wants to help he doesn't always think of the consequences and usually ends up hurting himself... or someone else", Nick explained.
"I do not!" Jeff objected and all the sophomore to senior Warblers gave him a pointed look. "What?" he asked.
Nick shook his head and turned to Jeremiah, Roger and the freshmen.
"An example", he said. "First time Jeff met Wes."
"No!" Jeff exclaimed in horror. "Don't tell them that!"
"Why not", David smirked. "Just see it as your punishment."
"Until Wes wakes up that is", Luke piped up smugly. "He'll kill you for this Jeff."
Jeff blanched. "You know I think I'm gonna-"
He'd been moving towards the door but Joseph and Fred grabbed him and dragged him back. Jeff struggled and was gagged so that Nick could tell the story.
Jeff Henderson wasn't a bad boy, he just couldn't help it that every time he just wanted to help someone something ended up broken or someone ended up hurt. He just wanted to help. So when a new senior arrived he thought that he'd lend a hand. It was a lot of boxes that would have to be carried up to the third floor. Jeff didn't understand why there weren't any elevators in the dorm but guessed the house was just too old. Jeff's roommate Nick was helping out as well and with him was this Asian guy that Jeff thought was really cute, at least he had a cute smile and gorgeous eyes. The Asian looked to be older than Nick so Jeff guessed this was Nick's mentor, Wes. Jeff saw Nick watch him in horror but Jeff just waved and headed down to help move the boxes up. When he got there he noticed the boys were only taking one box at a time so he decided to make the job a little bit faster, just to help, so he took two boxes and started to head upstairs.
"Hey", a kind voice asked and Jeff noticed the Asian boy walk behind him with a suitcase in each hand. "Are you sure you can handle those?"
"Of course I am", Jeff said happily and turned to the Asian grinning. "I-"
"Please look where you put your feet", the Asian interrupted. "You freak me out when you look at me and walk up at the stairs at the same time… carrying boxes. That is the recipe for disaster."
"Pft what the heck are you talking about", Jeff said and started to walk backwards instead.
"Jeff", the guy said sternly. "Look. Where. You. Are. Going."
"Okay okay geez", Jeff turned around… and collided with an older boy. Jeff lost his footing and the older boy grabbed hold of the boxes… But down Jeff went… straight into the Asian. The Asian had put down the suitcases and caught Jeff but the momentum of the force was too much and the Asian as well lost his footing… they both tumbled down the long stair. The Asian ended up lying on his back with Jeff lying on top of him.
"Ow…" the Asian groaned and noticed Jeff lying on top of him.
"Sorry", Jeff said blushing bright red. "Uh… I'm Jeff Henderson."
"Wes Montgomery", the Asian groaned. "Nice to get crushed by you."
They shook hands, well Wes used his left hand because his right hand was broken…
"I didn't do it on purpose!" Jeff yelled in his defense while the others were laughing. "It was that guy's fault!"
"No", David said grinning. "You weren't listening to Wes and it ended up badly… like every time you don't listen to him."
"How am I supposed to know he's a freaking psychic?" Jeff yelled, desperate to clear his name. "Every time I'm around Wes when I'm performing one of my plans he gets hurt!"
"Or others", Rock 'whispered' to the freshmen and Jeff glared at him.
"He must do it on purpose!" Jeff said bright red. The Warblers laughed and then the lights in their room flickered. It was time to get the results.
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!"
"What", he asked calmly.
"Why were you fighting Jesse St. Fucking Douchebag", Santana asked him crossing her arms.
"Uh… because I hate him? And besides I wasn't really fighting. I was merely protecting myself. He was fighting me."
"What's the story here Wes", Jordan asked him curiously.
"Yeah", Chris, a sophomore, asked. "I've never seen you like that! I never knew you could be that angry! You were angrier than you were when your father showed up at your graduation."
"Oh trust me", Wes said fixing the buttons on his sleeve. "Jesse is number one on my hate list… Mr. Montgomery is a very close second."
"Why exactly do you hate him so much", Blaine asked. "All I know is just that you hate him."
Wes growled darkly and the Warblers close to him took a step back… without really wanting to. They were just terrified.
"That", Wes said with that cold hate in his voice again. "Is a long story."
"We got a little time", Schue said calmly. "Let's wait for the others to come back and then we can start."
Wes nodded, his lips a thin line and his eyes black with anger and hate. No one wanted to go near the Warbler coach because no one knew how he would react. Soon the other boys came back and Wes sighed darkly and started his story... of how the hate escalated.
Jesse St. James was a jerk everyone at Dalton knew that. He was a junior and lead singer of the Warblers. But… he had a problem with fitting in and letting others shine from time to time. When Jesse had started at Dalton Wes Montgomery had only been thirteen so Jesse knew why there was a, like he said, brat at the school. Jesse was a jerk because he bossed younger students around and threatened younger, clever, boys to do his homework. Jesse St. James was stupid. Wes knew thinking things like that was wrong but Jesse was stupid! He was mean as well, always shoving younger students out of his way if they didn't move out of the way on their own. Jesse also had a hobby… picking on Wes. Jesse had been picking on Wes since Jesse started at the school. The younger boy was trying his best to ignore him… he didn't want to leave Dalton after all. Wes was walking towards his locker when he met a cute girl, a few years older than him he guessed. Wes walked up to her.
"Hi", he said. "Can I help you?"
"Yes maybe you can", she said smiling gently. "I'm looking for my boyfriend."
"Who", Wes asked. "Maybe I know him and can take you to him."
"Would you? Oh that's so sweet of you. What's your name cutie?"
Wes rolled his eyes. Hey he was fifteen! He kept cursing the world for not giving him a grow spurt yet. He was tiny and he knew his Asian features made him look even younger than he really was.
"Wes Montgomery", he said smiling. "Nice to meet you."
"Oh you are too cute", the girl cooed thinking he was twelve or something Wes guessed. "I'm Nina Holland, like the country but I'm not as big."
Wes grinned. "Bet you're prettier though."
"Oh you're so sweet", she chuckled and hugged him close in a motherly way. Wes had to fight the urge to fake-gag.
"So", Wes asked her and she let him go. "Who are we looking for?"
"Jesse St. James", she said.
Wes mentally gagged but nodded and showed the girl to the dorms. When they got to the junior floor Wes asked her to hang back.
"Just let me make sure the prefect isn't around", Wes told her. "He's really picky with rules and don't think girls should be up here."
"Okay", Nina said and Wes walked up the stairs. Jesse's door was close to the stairs so Wes could knock it and still be visible for Nina. Jesse opened the door and glared at Wes.
"What do you want you little shit", Jesse spat.
"Nice to see you too Jesse", Wes said coldly. "There's a girl looking for you."
"Pft yeah right", Jesse said smirking. "As if a little brat like you would help a girl here."
"I have. She says-"
"Get lost brat!" Jesse shouted and pushed Wes backwards so hard the younger boy tripped and hit the floor… hitting his head on the wall.
"Jesse!" Nina shrieked and rushed up the stairs and sunk down by Wes' side.
"Nina", Jesse asked in shock."What are you doing here?"
"I came to see you", she growled and then turned to Wes. "Are you okay sweetie?"
"I'm fine Nina", Wes said getting up, with her help. A few juniors and seniors were looking out of their rooms to see what was going on. Some freshmen and sophomores were watching from the foot of the stairs. They looked nervous and Wes knew why. Because if someone asked him now… he'd have to tell the truth. He couldn't lie to a nice girl… or all the seniors watching him.
"Has this happened a lot Wes", Nina asked.
"No", Wes said. "He uh never pushes me in the dorms."
"Shut it pipsqueak", Jesse growled. "Nina I never pu-"
"I saw you St. James", Nina spat at him.
"Wes", the prefect, a senior named Otto asked. "What do you mean he don't push you in the dorms?"
"He doesn't", Wes explained and looked at his feet. "But he does outside of the dorms."
"You lying little", Jesse growled but two seniors stepped in between him and Wes. It was no secret that the seniors were very protective over the freshmen… and especially Wes. They had been there when Wes first got there and they'd seen the broken child with their own eyes.
"It's not just me", Wes hurriedly said and Otto looked at me. "Jesse pushes around everyone younger than him! He forces some to do his homework so he can stay here and in the Warblers!"
Otto looked from Wes to the cluster of boys at the foot of the stairs.
"Is that true boys", he asked. The freshmen and sophomores all nodded or agreed in mumbling.
"I got the bruises to prove it", one boy said and a junior hurried down to him and looked at the boys back and stomach. There were bruises there. The junior checked the other boys. A few of them had bruises. Nina turned to Wes and gave him a stern look. Wes sighed and pulled up his shirt. She saw fading bruises on his back. She glared at Jesse and then slapped him across the face.
"We are over you jerk", she spat.
"Jesse", Otto said. "You're coming with me to the principal's office."
"They're lying", Jesse yelled. "They're all fucking little liars!"
"Shut it St. James", another senior snarled and they grabbed Jesse's arms and dragged him towards the stairs. "You're gonna be outta here by nightfall. We don't take lightly on bullies."
Jesse glared at Wes with hatred.
"I fucking hate you Montgomery!" he yelled. "This is all your fault! I'm gonna rip your head off! I'm gonna fucking kill you Rise-eater!"
Wes glared back at him but was suddenly hidden by two very tall seniors. They'd stepped between Jesse and Wes.
"Now you will be expelled", Otto growled and Jesse disappeared from the dorm... and from Dalton.
"After that Jesse transferred to Carmel and got into Vocal Adrenaline", Wes explained. "We met him in competitions and he kept mocking us whenever he won… which he did all the time. I was always mocked the worst and I still hate that guy. And as you can see", Wes snorted and shook his head. "He still hates me too. It didn't get any better when I started to kick his ass in karate and judo. His hate grew and our matches were always… uh interesting and eventful to say the least. They also often got really ugly."
Jordan shook his head.
"You sir", he said to Wes. "Is the oddest guy I have ever met!"
Wes shrugged. "I've had an odd life. Now boys", he turned to the Warblers. "We have a performance to prepare."
"He didn't hurt you though", Rachel asked worriedly and he turned to her. "Before we came in… did he?"
"No no", Wes said shaking his head. "My arms might bruise a bit after all the kicks I blocked… as will my legs probably. But I'm fine."
"You sure", Quinn asked. "Cause you look kinda sick."
Wes' eyes widened then he grinned.
"Thank you Quinn I nearly forgot about that", he said cheerfully. Then he turned to the Warblers. "So… who was it?"
"Uh oh", Jeff said and fled. Wes shook his head and pointed after him. The rest of the boys left and Wes followed, whistling happily.
"That guy is wacko", Puck said shaking his head.
"Hell yeah", Jasper agreed grinning. "I love him more and more."
TBC