Little Brother Wes Chapter 28: Family Night II, a glee fanfic

Part 28

Julian was right now talking to his grandparents because his parents could not come. Julian younger sister was there also and she was not happy about it. She was always jealous of Julian for some reason and it made him crazy. He wanted a relationship with his sister that was not about her being jealous. He wanted her to know that he would always be there for her and that she would always be there for him.

But she had been jealous of him since she turned five. Julian was 13 by then and was getting a lot of attention because he had always been a prankster… and had started being really "good" at it at school. Which his grandparents didn't like. Julian had more or less grown up with them since his parents were always away so the school called them and not his parents.

His grandparents didn't love him more than his sister but her jealousy came from those early teen years when he made a lot of pranks. And it got worse when he joined the Warblers and got praise for his amazing voice… as well as his good grades. Julian was 16 now and she was 8 and she HATED to be there right now. She kept whining and grumbling about it.

"Will you be quiet", Julian snapped at her as they walked through the library. "I'm trying to tell grandma and grandpa about the slushee incident they got letters about last year."

She glared at him and huffed, before turning around and away. Julian rolled his eyes and pointed at the table.

"Wes, Lucas and Jerry were sitting there", he explained to them. "The three of them always study and stress around so we wanted to make them relax a bit by pranking them. We knew Luke and Jerry were wearing glasses so we was sure they wouldn't get hurt… but we forgot about Wes. We um got slushees from downtown and dumped them on the three of them from that balcony." He pointed. "It was fun… for a few minutes… until we realized Wes got it in his eyes."

"Who is this boy you've been talking about so much", Grandpa Rose said.

"Oh he is one of the Warblers and a really awesome kid", Julian said grinning. "He has a mischievous streak in him that is completely awesome!" His grandparents gave him look. "I mean it is very ungentlemanly, but it is good that he is not a pushover."

His grandparents just shared a look before they followed Julian around, they did notice though that Katie was not behind them. They went back to where they last saw her and saw her stare at a boy sitting at a table, reading a book. Julian smirked because he knew what the look his sister was having really meant. She was thinking that the young boy in front of her was the most beautiful person ever. Julian smirked.

"Hey Wes", he called and the boy looked up and smiled slightly. He waved at them before returning to his book.

"That's Wes", his grandpa asked. "But he's so… so…"

"Young", his wife finished.

Julian bit his lip.

"He is not as young as he looks", he lied. "He's he in the second year here so…"

"What was his name", Katie asked and looked up at his brother.

"Wes", Julian answered.

"He's cute…"

"He has a girlfriend Katie."

Katie glared at her brother.

"You're a jerk, the worst brother ever", she screamed and Julian sighed but then noticed Wes narrow his eyes, before slamming his book shut and walking over to them. Julian felt confused and then the boy was by them.

"Hi", he said. "I'm Wes Montgomery."

"Hello there", grandma Rose said and shook his hand.

"Are you Julian's family", he asked.

"Yes, I'm his grandmother, this is his grandfather and sister."

Wes turned to Katie.

"You have an amazing brother", he said. "Did you know that?"

"Yes", she spat.

"But he says he's not the most amazing person in his family."

"He doesn't?"

"Nope he says it's you, his sister Katie."

Katie looked confused.

"He does", she asked.

"Yeah, you're Katie right?"

She nodded.

"You love horses and to run around in the forest during rainy days. You love to listen to stories about dragons and brave knights. You dream to become a professional horse trainer and to compete in knight games on your black Friesian stallion. You hate snakes and bugs and you are terrified of thunder and you come to your brother's room then because you know he's afraid too and will be playing his guitar. You're also the smartest kid in your class."

Katie stared from him to a blushing Julian.

"You talk about me", she asked.

"No", Wes said. "He brags about you, everything you do. I have lost count on how many pictures and videos he has shown of you on horseback… oh excuse me I got to go." He darted out of the library and Julian blinked in confusion. What was the kid playing at?

"Well", his grandfather said. "Let's go watch some other places then son."

"Okay", Julian said and turned to walk, but Katie latched onto his hand and smiled brightly at him.

"Show me your room", she said. "Please? Pretty please? Can you sing a song to me?"

"Of course", Julian said and held her hand. "I'd do anything for you."

She beamed and dragged her brother towards the door. Maybe Julian wasn't so bad after all. Julian was also happy and made a mental note to thank Wes later. It wasn't until a few hours later, when he got a text from Otto a few hours later that he realized… that maybe it would've been a good idea to keep an eye on the kid.

The Wilkins-twins Carl and John were not like the Everett twins. First of all they were not identical twins, for the second Carl was brunette and John blonde, Carl had blue eyes and John had green, Carl was slimmer and John was taller and more muscular, for the third they were not as close as the Everetts and for the fourth… they were not as funny.

They both the knew they were stiff and sucker for rules. They followed every rule in the book, this didn't mean they never played pranks or had fun… it just meant that when they did play pranks they were small and would not break any major rules. They were also trying to get that knowledge into the Warblers' youngest member. Since he hung out with Otto and Nathan, the biggest pranksters ever in Dalton history, they wanted him to be a bit more… responsible than their friends.

Now Wes listened calmly and took note of what they said. But they were still sure that everything he said went in through one ear and out the other. He did hang around pranksters after all. Now their moms were just like them. Their mom had gotten and sperm donor so that they could be born. They knew his name and where he lived. They sent each other Christmas cards and birthday cards but that was all. He had his own family now.

Their mom was a lawyer and their mother a brain surgeon. The boys used to say that Carl took after their mother and John their mom. Their mom had not been able to come but their mother had and she was very impressed of her boys' achievements so far. She was also curious to meet all of their friends. She got to meet some of John's friends from football and Carl's friends from fencing, but not many of the Warblers. When she asked John just said:

"There are a number of Passeriformes, perching birds, called "warblers". They are not particularly closely related, but share some characteristics, such as being fairly small, vocal and insectivorous. They tend to be more easily heard than seen. Identification can be difficult and may be made on the basis of song alone."

To which Carl just laughed happily and a few students around snorted. The thing with the Warblers was that they liked to keep to themselves during days like these. They didn't want to be the big rockstars around their families… so they were hiding from each other… mostly. Their mother just shook her head and they headed for the library to have a look around.

"Well PP", Peter asked and smirked at Philip with his arms crossed. "Care to explain to my folks, yours and me why our room looks like a bomb went off? It was nice when I left just a few minutes ago to get our parents here."

"It's not my fault!" Philip said while getting up and brushing off the dust that had made him more grey than his normal colors. "There was this weird sound from the vent and I got up on a chair to investigate and POFF a cloud of dust attacked me!"

"And our room?"

"Sacrifice of war", Philip asked and rubbed his eyes to get away some of the dust.

"What war? You against the dust bunnies?!"

"I think it's more like: PPs versus Otthan…"

"No, no this is far too advanced to be those two nitwits", Peter said and then turned around when he heard someone clear his throat and saw the two sets of parents looked at them.

"We are in a prank-war with Nathan and Otto", he explained happily. "But they must be cheating because there is now way they can have done this themselves."

"Well I know how you can retaliate", Mr. Phillips said and smirked.

"I have a few ideas as well", Mr. Peters said.

"Boys", their wives said and started to clean up, soon having their sons and husbands helping them.

Austin Diaz was waiting for his parents in the Warbler hall. He was fidgeting and felt sick. He was not usually the nervous type but today his older brothers would come to his school for the first time. The two of them were his parents' pride and joy, they had told him as much and he always tried to be better than them at something. Which was really hard because both of them were straight A-students, class presidents, captains of various teams in sports and academic teams.

They were also best in their fields. His oldest brother was a model and a fashion photographer and his second oldest brother was a famous actor. They used to say that the oldest brother got the looks, athletic skills and art skills and the second got the brains and class… and Austin got the rest. He always wanted to punch them. But if he did he knew his dad would blame it all on him.

But there was a few things that he could do that his brothers couldn't. He could sing, he could dance, he could play instruments and he could write. Austin was writing a novel but hadn't told anyone about it. He felt himself that it was amazing but hadn't let anyone read it yet, in fear of them thinking it was really bad. He sat by the piano and started to play softly, trying to calm down. After a bit he started to sing:

Listen,
To the song here in my heart
A melody I start
But can't complete

Listen, to the sound from deep within
It's only beginning
To find release

Oh,
the time has come
for my dreams to be heard
They will not be pushed aside and turned
Into your own
all cause you won't
Listen...

Listen,
I am alone at a crossroads
I'm not at home, in my own home
And I've tried and tried
To say what's on my mind
You should have known
Oh,
Now I'm done believin you
You don't know what I'm feelin
I'm more than what, you made of me
I followed the voice
you gave to me
But now I gotta find, my own

You should have listened
There is someone here inside
Someone I'd thought had died
So long ago

Oh I'm free now and my dreams 'll be heard
They will not be pushed aside or worse
Into your own
All cause you won't
Listen...

I don't know where I belong
But I'll be movin on
If you don't
If you won't

LISTEN
To the song here in my heart
A melody I start
But I will complete

Oh,
Now I'm done believin you
You don't know what I'm feelin
I'm more than what, you made of me
I followed the voice, you think you gave to me
But now I gotta find, my own
my own

"Find your own what", a dry voice said from behind him and he spun around so fast he nearly fell of the piano stool. He saw two men in the door, one he knew was 38 and the other was 34.

"N-nothing", Austin stuttered out when he saw his older brothers.

"Yeah whatever Late", his oldest brother said and walked into the room, their parents followed. "So this is Dalton then?"

"Yeah", Austin said and got up. "What do you think?"

"Not that impressed so far", his oldest brother Adam said.

"Maybe if you like Harry Potter you'd like it here Late", his other brother Arthur said.

"Stop calling your brother Late", their mother said and walked up to Austin, giving him a kiss on the cheek. "It is good to see you sweetheart."

"You too mom", Austin said and gave her a hug. His father only nodded to him. Austin nodded back. "So um… what do you want to see first?"

"I heard that the astronomy classroom is really fantastic here", Adam said. "Show us."

"Yes…" Austin mumbled and headed for the door.

They had only walked a short time before they ran into a flustered-looking English teacher.

"Swedes and their ignorance", the man was grumbling. "I'd never-"

"Good day Mr. Stewart", Austin said politely.

"Ah Austin!" the man said, his face brightening. "How is my star pupil?"

"I'm fine sir", Austin said and smiled slightly. "This is my parents and my older brothers Adam and Arthur."

The teacher shook hands with them all.

"You must be really proud of your son", he told Austin's father. "He is the best student we have in English literature ever. He wins every writing contest I tell him to attend and his writings are phenomenal! It is always a complete joy to read his papers, essays, stories and debate articles. This young man is a born journalist or author. Son have you showed them your writings yet?"

"No", Austin mumbled.

"Well you should. If you get into business I'll fear for your opponents, your pen is much mightier than the sword in your case."

Austin blushed and felt all eyes on him.

"And then you are such a good singer as well and musician. You are one of the leaders of the Warbler right?"

"I'm on the council yes, I'm secretary", Austin mumbled.

"For two years in a row! And everyone is very pleased with your notes and your good morals towards rules. I can assure you sirs and ma'am that your Austin will excel in whatever field he wants to. I have never met a student as talented as him in the English language… and other languages too. He's not only a fantastic writer in English. His teachers in French, German and Spanish are telling me that all his stories and papers in their classes are just as fantastic as his writings in English. Tell them what you got offered son."

Austin bit his lip and looked at his family.

"Monsieur Hackett has a friend that works for a big publisher", he said. "He promised that if I ever wrote a book he'd make sure it gets published… he said my talent is far too great to be kept in the dark."

"Hmph", his father snorted. "I do not believe my son would be able to pull something like that off."

"I agree with dad", Arthur said. "He is not… smart enough and not nearly ambitious enough."

"Agreed", Adam said. "Why should he waste time on writing books? If he started one he'd never finish it anyway."

Then something snapped in Austin. How dared they mock him for his one humongous talents?!

"As a matter of fact I've finished five already", he spat at them and Mr. Stewart beamed at him. His father and brothers looked shocked and his mom pleased. Austin turned to Mr. Stewart and handed him a flashdrive that he always kept in the inner pocket of his blazer.

"Give this to Mr. Hackett please sir", he said. "Then pray…"

"Son it won't be necessary", Mr. Stewart said and smiled. "Good day to you."

"You too sir." When the man was gone Austin rounded on his family. "Now you four shut up and listen closely to me! I am not like Adam or Arthur and I know that so stop throwing it in my face! I don't want to be like them and I only try to beat them in stuff because I want to stand out and be my own man! Not just Adam or Arthur's late little brother! Your fucking jealousy makes me sick", this he yelled at his brothers. "You are jealous at me for being at Dalton that's why you are mocking me for being here! You are jealous of me having a talent with words that none of you will ever have and you are jealous of me being the youngest and under less pressure from mom and dad.

Don't give me that crap! I'm under more pressure than both of you put together! Because mom and dad are trying in every way they can to force me into being something I am not! They are trying to make me a combined miniature of your strengths! I will not be molded into that! I refuse! Kick me out, disown me, 'exile' me or whatever! I don't care! Take away my college money… I don't care! I will get scholarships! I already have gotten offered five and I'm still a junior! I've saved money so that I can pay my own tuition at Dalton. If you are gonna continue to hold me down and drag me down then fuck off. You never support me and I'm sick of it! I'm trying to be my own man and all you do is mock me for it! Grow up!"

SMACK! His dad had backhanded him. Austin just glared at the man.

"I see where we stand", he spat and stalked off. "I don't want you here… beat it."

He rounded a corner but soon heard running steps behind him and felt a hand grab his. It was Adam. He looked… worried.

"What do you want", Austin spat and to his surprise Adam pulled him into a tight hug.

"I'm sorry Austin", he said and Austin felt his eyes widened. Adam never called him Austin. He always called him Late or Far Behind or some word that implied that Austin was born so late after his brothers. It was 21 years between him and Adam after all and between Austin and Arthur there was 17 years. Austin didn't hug back, he didn't know if he dared to.

"I'm sorry", Adam continued. "You're right. We've been jerks to you and you don't deserve that. Me and Arthur constantly mock you because we are jealous. You are so damn talented at everything you do that it's sick. Look I have no right to ask this of you… but can I stay here for the dinner?"

Austin looked up at him and nodded.

"And don't worry about dad", Adam continued and hugged him close again. "If he doesn't apologize just come to my place for Christmas and summer… I'll look after you… you were right. It's time to grow up and be a big brother."

Austin smiled and hugged Adam back, a little hope in his heart. The two started to walk down the hallways and Austin happily answered any question Adam had, turned out they had a lot in common. After a bit though Adam asked:

"Who is that little Asian kid?"

"Huh?" Austin asked and looked at his brother.

"After dad hit you this little Asian kid stormed past, looking angry as hell… and um… wet."

Austin blinked in confusion, then looked at his watch and texted Otto back. He'd gotten that text after all. It was 4 pm now and it was about half an hour ago that Adam must've seen Wes. Austin just explained that he was a student there and let it slide. They continued walking and talking, but Austin was trying to find Wes whenever they walked through crowded places. But the kid was invisible… again.

Now why was Wes wet you might ask? Well it all has to do with Jesse St. James. Jesse and his family was out talking by the fountain and Jesse's parents had yet again told him that he was their favorite and that they were so proud of him. His siblings only glared at him but he totally ignored that. Then that little runt Wes Montgomery just had to ruin it. He had been sitting on the fountain, drawing and when he heard Jesse answer his parents when they said he was their favorite he said:

"How can Jesse be your favorite when he likes to treat people badly?"

Jesse turned to glare at him.

"I mean no disrespect", Wes continued. "But shouldn't you treat all your kids equally?"

Jesse glared darkly at him.

"How we treat our kids are none of your business young man", Mrs. St. James said. "We are raising winners and only Jesse is one."

"He is the only one who knows that you have to do everything it takes to win", Mr. St. James said.

"But if someone gets hurt on the way… is that good?"

"Maybe not but it's necessary. Everything is fare in showbiz."

"But-"

"Wes why don't you run along to someone that actually wants to hang out with you", Jesse spat and Wes got up.

"Fine", he said. "But I still think your parenting tactics suck. You are trying to get all your kids to excel by choosing a favorite. If your kids get some addiction or bulimia don't blame them… it will all be on your heads."

"Shut up", Jesse told him and gave him a shove… which was a bit too hard because Wes ended up in the fountain. Jesse started laughing, as did his family, his siblings did it a bit reluctant though while his parents were doing it without regret. Wes got up and stormed away, angry muttering.

TBC 16 more Warblers to go... I think... Who do you want to see more of?

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