A/N:

I love writing. I especially LOVE writing one Wesley Montgomery. …and I know for a fact that you lot love reading him. *grins proudly*

Here you go: PURE WES

ENJOY!

Tears Stained

Chapter Seven: To be holding you

Sitting there one hour into the flight, with nothing else to occupy himself with – he is travelling light, no books, and he forgot his mp3-player on his bedcovers, and really…generic airplane entertainment is not all people keep hyping it up to be – Wesley is replaying, in his head, every conversation he has had since Jeff's phone call; conversations, with Burt, Kurt, and…Blaine.

...it should have been the easiest one.

Talking to a close friend whom he loves dearly, and who loves him. Thinking back, to only hours ago, it worries Wesley that it had turned out to be the hardest conversation, of all, to have.

Not because he had not known what to say, but because he, while he had been fighting to bring out the right words in the right order, had not been able to stop thinking, I just want to be there with you. Just…just be allowed, be able to…to hold you, Wes knowing it is the one thing sure to help.

This whole situation feels to Wes like one of those cruel jokes the universe sometimes plays on people.

It makes you work hard for the answers to questions that seem impossible to ever answer the first time you come across them, and then..., when you have them, the answers, all the right answers too, finally,…it puts you into a situation, in which it is impossible for you to put them to any use at all.

Wesley's only comfort in all of this…Kurt.

The boy who, Wesley had seen it instantly, had had such a strong effect on Blaine.

That early afternoon Kurt had first shown up at Dalton, in Blaine's life, in that improvised uniform so clearly out of place…,Wes thinks back with a small smile, the first of today,…Blaine had been miserable all morning. I had had to almost force him to not blow us off for the impromptu performance, and then…then there had been Kurt. And damn it, Blaine,…I want to see you that happy again, as happy as you were performing for…Kurt, that first time.

Of course the atmosphere had been one completely different, much less happy, that day, after Kurt had left again.

Blaine had refused to tell Wes, what had been exchanged in private over coffee after he and David had left.

And Wes had not pushed, but he had also refused to leave Blaine alone in his room. And there had not been a full-blown panic attack that night, but Wes still remembers vividly, lying awake more than half of it, holding a shaking Blaine in his arms, in a sleep torn...clearly tormented by nightmares.

I would do it again, in a heartbeat.

All those nights holding Blaine close, they had increased heavily in number, once again, only days later, when something had happened at Kurt's school that Blaine, to this day, has not revealed to him.

To Wes it had seemed at the time, like Blaine had put all his energy into helping Kurt, leaving Blaine himself emotionally exhausted and fragile in a way only Wes really knows Blaine can be. Blaine has never been one to broadcast his feelings. And...

...and that has always been a cause of fear and worry to Wes.

Still, Wes had not asked for any explanation, well,…once, I did, but he had dropped it with Blaine's first shake of the head.

All Wes had cared about - ever since he had met Blaine, back then so hurt and so so broken, reminding him so painfully of his older brother Tyler, especially in the weeks before Tyler's second suicide attempt – was being able to be there for Blaine and now, Wes feels like he, in not preventing Blaine from being needlessly hurt, again, has…now I have failed you,…too.

There is no way around it, in Wes's mind.

He does blame himself for not keeping in closer touch with one of his best friends, for not doing all he possible could have to make sure Blaine stayed safe.

He had thought he had. But he had also thought he had left him with a safety-net of close friends that would never turn on Blaine.

How wrong he had been.

I should have checked more on him…, all of them. Everything new had just been so overwhelming…and…, Wes sinks his head into his hands and tries to slow his now worked up breathing.

"Excuse me, are you alright."

When Wesley looks up he sees a stewardess has stopped right next to him.

"Do you need anything?" she asks in a calm, professional tone.

"No…I," Wes has never been one for big lies, or small ones, so the I am fine stays lodged in his throat while the woman keeps looking down to him kindly, "…I don't need anything. But thank you for asking."

"Okay. Well, if that changes just let me know."

"Thank you," Wes replies with a nod.

Leaning back in his seat, and simply watching for a moment as outside the small window to his right the light begins to change, Wes takes a deep breath.

What was it Burt Hummel had said? Sebastian something? And Jeff, he had just sounded so off. The slushy was meant for Kurt, and Blaine got hit, and now needs surgery,…on Friday. Well, at least that will give me a day to work out what to do, together with Kurt and Blaine. After the operation he will be so drugged up, I doubt he will be in a position to talk about anything like this for a day or two. Kurt said he is already groggy all the time now.

Wes will only learn, later today, from Kurt, that the operation has been moved up to only hours from now.

Blaine being out cold when Wes gets to the Hummels's will give him time to talk to Kurt alone though, which he will need after the trip he has planned to take, before making his way to Lima to finally…do something useful for Blaine.

Wes cannot wait to be able to take both Blaine and Kurt in his arms…

…that is if I don't get my arms broken before, Wes thinks, as he watches the sun fuse the clouds in the sky with brilliantly warm colors, startlingly bright in the days yet only half light.

Wes remembers all too clear how devastated Kurt had looked the day they all had first met, so sure in his expectations that he had not even formulated it as a question at all, "It is very civilized of you to invite me to coffee before you beat me up for spying."

Running his right hand up and down his left arm, outstretched, still watching the sunrise, Wes breathes in and out deep and slow, once, twice, thinking.

…We will see, right now everything seems possible when it comes to Dalton…The Warblers,…my friends?

Alone having to question it…hurts.

Getting in will be no problem, Wes knows that much. They have not changed the school uniform since 1879.

A/N: Oh yeah. Wes is on a mission. You did not think Wesley Montgomery goes anywhere without a plan at least three-quarter ready in his mind, now did you? Especially after lying awake half the night.

Gosh I hope you loved it. I SO loved writing Wes. I had to wait for it so damn long.