A/N: Hey guys :) thanks to everyone who has already read and reviewed, I am extremely grateful to all of you. I'm also SUPER excited about this story :3:3 This chapter is a little sad (I think) but features one of my favourite songs of all time...
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Disclaimer: I don't own GLee, or it's characters, or the super cute song ;) (which I won't spoil)
When Wes climbed the front steps to his school on Monday morning, it was not without a large grin plastered on his face. He turned back to wave to his parents once more as they drove up. Truthfully, he was just glad to be back. It was nice to be at home… sort of. Actually, it was just very weird and awkward. His parents had been really weird around him ever since he had been diagnosed.
The last thing he wanted was to be treated like an invalid, like everything had changed, like he was sick, and more than anything: like there was something seriously wrong with him.
Which, there was, of course. But Wes didn't really like to acknowledge it. He just wanted to live his life. He just hated feeling so out of control… so abnormal.
So he was glad. Glad to be back at Dalton: his real home, his happy place. The place where he had his best friends, his teachers, his classmates… the one place where nobody had to know about this whole cancer thing. The place where he could just be… Wes.
Yes, he didn't plan to tell anybody. Like he said, he didn't' want to be treated any different, and he knew that if they knew everybody would never look at him the same way again.
It's not like they had to know, anyway. In the weeks he had off for chemotherapy he could just pretend he was ill (which wasn't technically a lie) or that his mother was, or his grandma was in town, or something. The tiredness he could blame on Dalton's curriculum and his hair...
Well Justin Timberlake shaved his head. Why couldn't he?
See, nobody had to know!
Of course, this was a stupid and unrealistic hope. Because when Wes walked into the halls of Dalton he was greeted by the sound of an excited student body.
"Hey," Wes said to the nearest student lingering near the doorway, whom he recognized as Patrick Leaner, a Junior in Wes's Advanced Chemistry class, "what's going on?"
"Oh," the boy looked rather happy to see him, "hey Wes!" he said cheerfully. "The Warblers are putting on a performance…"
"What?" Wes exclaimed, anger washing over him. "They can't do that! I'm the head of the council – I organize impromptu performances!"
"Actually," Patrick said with a small smile, "I think this is a special one, buddy… one just for you."
"What the-" before Wes could fully finish his sentence he was being dragged along by Patrick to the senior common rooms.
"Hey, Wes!" David called across the throng of people who were assembled in the room, all sitting around and cheering excitedly. The warblers were all lined up ready to perform. "This one's for you buddy!"
Before Wes could protest further, the Warblers began their harmonies. Kurt, with a shy smile stepped out from the back of the Warblers and led them all in song:
I've been alone
surrounded by darkness
and I've seen how heartless
the world can be
Oh god. Wes knew this song…
And I've seen you crying
you felt like its hopeless
Ill always do my best
to make you see
Wes had to hand it to Kurt: the kid was good. If he wasn't so angered by the performance he might've been able to enjoy Kurt's lovely countertenor better. Kurt seemed a little nervous, but was encouraged by the cheers of their enthusiastic audience.
Cause baby, you're not alone
cause you're here with me
and nothings ever gonna bring us down
cause nothing can keep me from lovin you
and you know its true
it don't matter what'll come to be
our love is all we need to make it through
Now I know it ain't easy
Out of the back, Blaine stepped out and joined Kurt.
No it ain't easy
Kurt smiled at Blaine and Wes wondered how Blaine was still so oblivious to how enamored with him, Kurt was.
But it ain't hard trying
Blaine took a step closer to Kurt, pouting.
its so hard trying
Kurt blushed and chuckled a little when Blaine put on a bashful grin at the next line:
every time I see you smiling
and I feel you so close to me
you tell me
Blaine grabbed Kurt's hands in his and they both were beaming as they sang the chorus together, the Warblers swaying and harmonizing in the background.
That baby you're not alone
cause you're here with me
and nothings ever gonna bring us down
cause nothing can keep me from lovin you
and you know its true
it don't matter what'll come to be
our love is all we need to make it through
Blaine then broke away and ran to the other side of the room, jumping on the coffee table. There was a reason the cleaning staff didn't really like the Warblers…
Now I still have trouble
I trip and stumble
trying to make sense of things some times
I look for reasons
but I don't need me
all I need is to look in your eyes
and I realize
For the last chorus all the Warblers came together, their arms slung around each other, all singing the main part. Blaine pointed at Wes, leaving no doubt that they were singing to him.
Baby you're not alone
cause you're here with me
and nothings ever gonna bring us down
cause nothing can keep me from lovin you
and you know its true
it don't matter what'll come to be
our love is all we need to make it through
Cause it don't matter what'll come to be
our love is all we need to make it through
At the end of the song the whole common room burst into raucous applause. Wes felt rather overwhelmed… he turned to the left and met the eyes of about ten students who were eyeing him sympathetically.
This was what he had wanted to avoid. Those stares… being pitied…
Nobody pities Wesley Jonathan King. Wes is the one who pities everyone else.
Without another word, Wes stormed out of the room. He couldn't face them any longer.
"Wes!" Blaine called as his friend slammed the door to the common rooms behind him. He moved to go after him but Kurt put a soft hand on his shoulder.
"No," Kurt murmured, "let me."
Blaine looked surprised, but nodded. Kurt gave him a small smile before heading off to Wes's dorm.
When he reached it, he tapped on the door lightly.
"Wes," he called through the wood. "it's Kurt… can I come in?"
Suddenly the door sprang open and Wes was standing in the doorway, his dark eyes rimmed with red.
"Wes…" Kurt said softly, "what's going on?"
Wes didn't answer but gestured for Kurt to come in and sit on his bed. Kurt did so and Wes sat opposite him in the desk chair.
Kurt had been in Wes's room many times before and once again admired the sconned walls and plush carpet. Kurt however couldn't let himself be distracted by the furnishings and returned to the task at hand.
"So who told?" Wes asked, his voice surprisingly steady.
"What do you mean?" Kurt asked, confused.
"Who told everyone?" Wes repeated impatiently. "That I'm sick."
"I don't know," Kurt said truthfully. "When we came back on Sunday everybody was talking about it. Blaine said that one of the boys has a dad who works at the hospital…"
"Ah…" Wes said knowingly. "Okay."
"The Warblers were the ones who suggested it," Kurt said. "The song, I mean," he added. "They weren't trying to upset you. They wanted to show their support."
"I know," Wes said frustratedly.
"Then what's wrong?" Kurt asked gently.
Wes took a deep steadying breath and turned away from Kurt, trying not to let the tears that had suddenly sprung to his eyes overflow. Before Kurt could get an answer out of him there was a knock at the door.
"Come in," Wes choked out.
David and Blaine entered wearing matching expressions of anxiousness and guilt.
"We're sorry, Wes," Blaine said immediately. "We never meant to upset you."
"I know," Wes said tiredly.
"The Warblers-"
"We've already cleared that up," Kurt interjected with a faint smile.
"So what's wrong?" David asked as he and Blaine sat either side of Kurt.
"I'm scared," Wes confessed quietly.
Blaine and David downcast their glances looking sympathetic. Kurt reached forward and squeezed Wes's hand. For anyone else he might have shied away, but Kurt had such a… an almost motherly quality to him. He would feel bad for pulling away.
"Well, what are you scared of? Kurt asked gently.
"Of dying," Wes admitted. "Of after dying there just being… nothing. Of not getting to live… of missing out on everything… never growing up, never getting a family…"
"Well," Kurt said hesitantly, "I can't really help you with the dying-and-there-being-nothing part, but I can help you with the missing-out-on-everything part."
The other three Warblers looked up curiously.
"What you talkin' 'bout, Hummel?" David asked.
Kurt grinned. "A bucket list."