School and virtual heart throb

"And this is supposed to be what?" Amused Wes watched Jeff who was piling up his waffles on his plate.

"A waffle tower." Jeff answered with a shrug.

"And why, my dear Jeff, are you making a waffle tower?"

"Hence the breakfast became more charming. Somewhere I have to put up with my creativity. Nick, can you give me the syrup please?" Nick handed his best friend the bottle and Wes watched with interested how a flood wave of syrup gushed over the waffles. "Such young waffles and then they drown." He mumbled grinning.

"Teff meff, Weff, whaff uff wiff youff?" Maybe David had first slugged down his scrambled eggs and then talk.

"I'm just in a good mood, that's all." Wes shrugged his shoulders. Kurt, who was sitting next to him in dining hall, raised an eyebrow.

"I don't know what irritates me more. David's table manners or that you really understood him."

"Well, you don't have a good rapport with David's brain like me."

Trust me, Wes, nobody except you want that." Blaine grinned sassily. His friends (except Wevid) smiled. Theatrical David, who was able to slugged down, his eyes and grabbed his chest.

"Ouch, Blaine, that hurt. I know I'm crazy but to hear it from you hurts very much."

"Why? He's absolutely right." Wes contradicted dryly. David looked at his best of all best friends for a while, opened his mouth a few times and was finally able to state "It's Monday morning and you're in such a good mood it's creepy."

"Yes, Lord, I'm in a good mood despite the day of the weeks. Maybe because I didn't need to cure my hangover at the weekend, just like you."

That he thought about everything almost nonstop, Wes kept his secret. He knew his friends. Such a comment would lead to questions, no answer from his side, more questions and someday he would find three of them in his room where they were trying to hack his computer or find anything else.

"Yea, we already had this talk. You were a good boy and didn't let the demon called alcohol in." Nick rolled his eyes.

"Jeff, you should pay attention that Nick doesn't watch that much Supernatural. Seems that it got the best of him."

"Take care about your own stuff, Montgomery."

"You as one of my best friend are my stuff, Duval."

The boys smiled at each other. These playful fights belonged to their friendship since the first day. They had to make fun of each other.

Suddenly the door of the dining hall slammed into the wall when Thad stormed in. Without looking left or right he ran to the table of the friends and stopped barely before it. Later David would vow that he saw the shoes of his council colleague smoking. Now totally out of puff and gasping for air Thad pointed at Wes.

"You – help – chemistry." He panted. As an answer he got a raised eyebrow. "Again for normal people. What's with chemistry?"

Thad signalized him to wait and propped himself up on his knees. The run from the sport field across the main building to the dining hall demanded everything from him. Trent, Thad's best friend, showed up next to him and translated:

"Thad heard something about Mr Murdock wanting to write a chemistry test in period. Now he needs you to get a partly good grade."

Jeff, Nick, Kurt, Blaine and David looked anxious at Wes. If it was about giving tips for school to his friends, the young Asian was in his element. The offer to tell somebody what to do was something he wasn't able to reject.

But the head member of the council grimaced. "Thad, we learned the whole weekend. You know everything. So what should I tell you?"

"Are you kidding me? I know nothing. Up there is nothing anymore. Everything's gone. This morning I didn't know my own name. So don't tell me I know everything!" Thad tapped against his forehead. Trent, who knew his best friend's mental breakdown before chemistry tests, held his hands up in a begging way.

"Wes, T needs you. He is totally pushed over the edge."

"I see that." Wes sighed. "Okay, we repeat everything again." He stood up, said goodbye to his friends and was dragged out of the hall by Double T" (Their nicknames even teacher called them sometimes).

Directly in Thad's room. There Thad pushed Wes his chemistry book in his hands, let himself fall on his desk chair, folded his hands and looked at Wes with big eyes. He took the book, opened it and cleared his throat: "So, at the weekend we looked at this test set up. With the protons which…"

"What are protons?"

"Thad, please."

"I mean it. Right after I hear the word chemistry test, my brain burns all chemical things on a CD and hides it somewhere. You get a hidden folder and an empty skull."

With every word Thad's breathing fastened and at the end he was short before a hyperventilation. Concerned Trent put a hand on his shoulder. Normally Thad was the funny, lively type. Chemistry turned his whole personality. Wes kneeled down next to him.

"Thad, listen to me. Soon you will sit in class and write this test. And maybe you don't know an answer for every question but for a few surely. And if you start to panic again, think about something nice. Here, this girl from Lima bean. The barista. What's her name? Olivia?"

Double T nodded. "Imagine how you order a coffee from her. How she smiles at you and how her brunette hair falls over her shoulder. The brown eyes which shine with every smile and her melodious voice. Think about that for a few minutes and everything is fine."

Trent and Thad stared at him for a moment. Then Thad spoke: "Uhm, Wes, nice idea, but Olivia is blonde and has green eyes."

"What was I saying?" "Brunette and brown."

Yikes. Only through enormous mental concentration Wes was able not to turn red. Why had this mistake happen to him? Of course he knew how Olivia looked. The Lima Bean was quasi the headquarter of the Warblers and after a time you knew the waitresses. Mistake, stupid.

To let nothing show in front of Trent and Thad, he got up slowly. "Right. My neighbor is the brunette Olivia. I always confuse these two."

"Thereby you always such a good memory for number and person." True that. Wes was able to remind things very good. Often he was assumed of a photographic memory.

"Let's drop the subject. You want to repeat it?" Thad nodded.

While Wes undertook the unsolvable task to teach Thad the secrets of chemistry, Rachel was standing at her locker in the McKinley High and taking the books out she needed for her first periods.

"Hey, Rachel."

She turned around. "Hi, Finn, what's up?"

"Well, nothing, just wanted to ask how your weekend was. Actually I wanted to call you and ask you if you came home safe but when I was home I fell asleep and forgot it."

"My weekend was good. I came home safe, thanks."

"And what have you been lately?"

"Relaxed. Watched TV searched new songs for Glee Club."

"Ah, okay."

Slightly indecisive Finn stood in the hallway. Rachel gathered her books from her locker, closed it and started to walk down the hallway, Finn next to her.

"How did you come home?" he asked. Rachel hesitated. She wouldn't let Finn in on Wes playing chauffeur. That would just lead to useless drama. And she didn't feel like explain herself to the Glee Club for something that wasn't their business.

"By bus. What else?"

Finn was so drunk he didn't realize that Wes and Rachel left together for sure. The Diva questioned that somebody realized it anyway.

"At this time there drove a bus?"

"Finn, I'm not a little child anymore and look after myself. Pepper spray is a good invention."

"Just saying. Didn't mean to offend you." The quarterback eyed his ex-girlfriend. "Is everything okay with you?"

"Yes, why?" Rachel frowned.

"You look kinda different."

"Uhm, I put on a new eye shadow."

It was true. When she got up this morning, she was in a fantastic mood. The training on her home trainer was easier than usually and she had to smile nonstop. After she showered and put her clothes on, she sifted through her makeup and chose a new eye shadow with the stunning name "Peach Dream" and put matching lip gloss on. She looked fresh without looking like a clown. It wasn't the first time she was wearing makeup. But today it seemed to have a different effect.

Maybe because she was grinning the whole time. So much even Finn recognized it who was known for inattention and ignorance.

They stopped before a classroom. "Finn, isn't your first period Spanish? That's here?" Rachel pointed at the door. Finn nodded. "Yeah, okay, see you in Glee Club."

He disappeared into the classroom and Rachel started walking again. Only to crash into Jacob Ben Israel around the next corner,

"Oh, hi, Rachel." He waved.

Disgusted Rachel backed off. "Hello, Jacob, what do you want?"

"I dreamed of you last night. You were very skilful with your mouth."

"Iiieeehh, Jacob, you're gross." Hasty Rachel left him behind and almost run down the hallway. Why did this always happen to her? It was nice to be in demand but why did it have to be guys like Jacob Ben Israel?

The rest of the day Rachel was able to avoid being bothered by Jacob again. Now she had Glee and then it was time to go home.

Rachel rejoiced quietly and entered the choir room with her familiar hasty pace. There she was greeted with the familiar scene:

Mercedes, Tina, Lauren and Brittany were standing at the piano and talking to each other. Sam was sitting next to Artie and discussion about something with explosions which was illustrated by the movement of their hands. Santana was sitting in the upper seat row and doing her nails. Next to her Quinn was sitting, her folder on her lap and writing something. Finn and Puck were playing music for Mike who danced. A wide smile lighted up Rachel's face. She loved that so much. If music was her drug, Glee Club was the tool the drug was brought to her.

When she guided her steps to the chairs, Quinn looked up. The glances of the two "best enemies" met and for a moment Rachel had the feeling as if a stamp with the word "Had Sex" glowed on her forehead. It seems as if Quinn knew what she did and she tried her best to smile harmlessly. Quinn didn't seem to notice something on her own because she looked down on her notes again. Rachel breathed out relieved and slid gracefully on the chair in the row before Quinn. Bolt upright as always.

"Shit, RuPaul, every time I see you I'm asking myself how you're able to move as uptight as you are."

The room went silent. Everyone was staring at them. The same topic every day. Santana wasn't able to stop provoke Rachel and make fun of her. And as always nobody took the New Directions captain's side. Different than usual Rachel shot back on the same level. She crossed her arms.

"I would rather be uptight than being loose because I have a different dick between my legs every day, airbag."

Mercedes' mouth dropped open, Tina whispered an "Oh my god", Lauren wasn't able to suppress a grin, Finn and the other boys looked at the girls with wide eyes and Quinn put her hand over her mouth while Brittany was trying to understand what Rachel had said and Santana just staring at the brunette. Nobody ever expected Rachel to fight back. And less than ever in that way.

Will chose this moment to walk into the choir room. "Hello, kids, I planned a lot for today, so let's start." He recognized the faces and frowned. "What happened?"

"Rachel and Santana had clash." That came from Quinn whose voice gurgled at the end noticeable. As if she had to contain her laughter.

Will shook his head. "I don't want to know. Guys, why do you have to be so mean to each other? You're a team. And now sit down."

Everyone took their seats and Will positioned himself next to the board. "You have to learn to stand each other. But I think, you know that and it won't happen again."

He turned around and wrote something on the board. "Our topic of the week is: Meeting. Indirectly it has something to do with it."

Artie frowned. "What does that mean?"

Will turned around to the kids again. "I want you to sing song about meetings between people. It can be a love song, but also a song about farewell or friendship. Choose something you like. In life there are so many moments where we meet people. I'm sure every one of you will find something."

"Are we allowed to work together?" Tina asked. Their teacher nodded. "That would be used topic of the week. But you can sing alone too, of course."

His glance met Rachel. If the Diva had a choice she would choose a solo that was for sure. Now she started to search through songs in her head for her to sing, Will could see it. And slowly the others started to talk, collecting ideas and writing things down.

They were so absorbed; they almost didn't hear the ringing of the bell. Will clapped in his hands. "Okay, guys, that's it for today. We'll see each other."

Everyone gathered their stuff and left the choir room. Rachel was the last one because she had an idea short before the bell, she had to write down. So everyone was gone when she gathered her things and walked to the school entrance with her folder pressed against her chest. At the parking lot she met Quinn who wanted to get in her car right then.

"See you tomorrow, Quinn." Rach waved at her.

Quinn nodded in her direction. "See you tomorrow. Oh and Rachel?"

"Yes?"

The blonde grinned. "Not bad, how you let Santana have it. That's what she needed."

That surprised Rachel. Quinn never said before that she liked something Rachel did. There was something behind it. But she wasn't able to ask because Quinn got into her car and drove away.

For a moment Rachel looked at the place Quinn's car stood then he got in her car too.

At the same time Rachel and Santana had their repartee, in the beautiful city of Westerville a certain young man of Asian origin grew desperate because of his maverick friends.

After the chemistry test Thad conked out (that's what Trent said) and wasn't responsive. The only thing he managed was to bunker a big bag of chips and resort in a coma of munching. Now he was sitting on the big sofa in the lounge and scoffed the chips with rigid stare. At the opposite of him Nick and Jeff were standing and fighting with pencils against each other. The reason for this was an argument over their program for their movie night today. Kurt and Blaine sat in a corner and were busy thinking about the cutest nicknames for each other. Davis was so bored he sent paper planes through the whole room. Among this chaos Wes was standing, with his hand on his hips, and trying to gain attention.

"Thad, I'm sure it was good, don't worry. It's going to be okay. Now stop stuffing yourself with chips. That isn't a solution. Niff, stop it! Klaine, could you be less noisy? And David, leave it alone!"

A paper plane hit him at his temple and sighing irritated he closed his eyes. "Sometimes I really feel like your father."

"You look more like our mother the way you're standing there." Jeff yelled laughing. The other laughed too. Wes opened his dark brown eyes and looked at them censoriously. "You're unbelievable. If you observe you, you may think, you're seven not seventeen."

"Not everybody is seventeen, my dear Wesley." Nick tossed in.

"Oh yeah, I forget the young bucks." Was the snappy answer. Nick's face wasn't bad and now Wes had to laugh too.

"You're totally crazy."

Rachel opened the front door and laid her key in the designated bowl on the little table. Her dads would be home in two hours, so dinner had to wait. She helped herself with a banana from the fruit bowl in the kitchen and went to her room. While her laptop booted up, she rigged her camera up. It was time that she uploaded another video. She was singing in Glee Club and didn't need to worry about her talent, but it was still a tradition.

After she eaten-up her banana and disposed the banana peel properly, she connected her camera and her laptop and positioned herself before the camera lens. She smoothed down her skirt and pulled her blouse a little bit down.

"Hello, my name is Rachel Berry and today I'm singing Ugly from Sugarbabes."

She took a deep breath and started singing.

Wes fled into his dorm room, after Thad, who switched from chips to marshmallows, had to run out of the room with his hand pressed against his mouth after a short time, thanks to this switching. Now the leader of the council was sitting on his desk and pored over his geography presentation. During that he searched Google for suitable pictures for his presentation. For the most part it was finished but Wes wanted it to be perfect. Therefore every picture had to be strictly considered, everything organized. Without organization he wasn't able to survive. Without organization the life would be a complete mess. Exhibit A was his friends. Such a wild bunch.

Wes smiled and inserted the last picture. Satisfied he watched his deed. That's how he could hand it off. Every teacher would love to write an A under this.

And because he was on a roll he went on and started searching the internet for new songs for the next Warbler Meeting. Just because they lost against the New Directions didn't mean they could relax. At least not if you ask Wesley.

Rachel scrolled down the comments about her video. The most were snarky remarks, insults or displays of affection from Jacob Ben Israel. The usual drama. But suddenly she stumbled. One comment felt out because it delved into her video. Praised her choice of song and her interpretation.

And when she saw the name of the person, her fingertips got sweaty. Wes Montgomery. There is was. In black and white.

The thoughts buzzed through her head. She expected a lot but never that he would contact her so fast. If she was honest, she feared he would never contact her again. Not that she estimated him like that but…she didn't know it.

She had no idea how long she sat in front of her laptop and stared at his name, but suddenly the chat window opened.

Wes Montgomery: Hi

Rachel's mouth dropped open. Her heart throbbed like crazy. Her head was swept. Rules for a conversation? Was that something to eat? Moving the finger over the keys and typing words? How did you do that? What should she do?

Wes Montgomery: Didn't want to disturb you, just wanted to tell you again that I liked your video, your talent is amazing.

If there was an increase of dust-dry mouth and heart throbbing, Rachel had reached it right now. Set she would go down in history as the girl who died of heart throbbing. And still she didn't know what to do. Neither in verbal nor in written way.

If she had know that in Dalton Academy a young man was sitting in front of his laptop and clutched the edge of his desk that much his knuckled turned white, she would be bewildered.

Wes himself had let the frontier of dismay far behind and was questioning himself what the heck has gotten into him to write her. To Rachel he had to appear as a stalker. And he didn't stalk her. He just landed randomly on her video and had no other chance than to comment. Somehow Rachel's voice seemed to put a spell on him. What explained the following:

Wes Montgomery: Too bad, you didn't seem to be online. Would have been glad to talk to you. Well, maybe next time.

Had he totally lost his mind? Now he wasn't just a stalker but also clingy. That got better and better.

Rachel Berry: Hey, Wes, sorry I was distracted. Thanks for your kind comment. It's nice if somebody knows to appreciate my talent.

He grinned like a Cheshire cat. So she didn't find it weird that he contacted her. Great.

Wes Montgomery: There is no other way tan to appreciate your talent. Whoever don't appreciate that, is deaf

Rachel Berry: Hm, tell that my fellow Glee Clubbers, please.

Wes Montgomery: Why?

Rachel Berry: Forget it, it's not that important.

Wes Montgomery: If it bothers you, it's important.

Rachel bit on her lower lip. It seemed so normal to Wes to say such things. Very cute.

Rachel Berry: Good to know you see it that way =)

Wes Montgomery: Why not?

Rachel Berry: No reason. How are you?

Wes Montgomery: I'm fine. What bothers you?

Rachel Berry: You don't stick to my guns, do you?

Wes Montgomery: One of my strengths ;-)

Rachel Berry: I believe that. And to answer your question: I messed with Santana a little bit.

Wes Montgomery: And you're still alive? What Kurt told me from that girl, she's homicidal. Razorblades, need I say more?

Rachel Berry: Yeah, I'm still alive. The others would stop her; if she swooped down on me…At least I hope that. All the more if they didn't say a word.

Wes Montgomery: They didn't defend you?

Rachel Berry: No, they just sat there and listened. Well, what do you expect?

Leroy looked inside the room. "Darling, dinner is ready. Are you coming?"

Rachel winced and pushed her laptop of the bed. She was so absorbed in her chat with Wes she didn't hear her father knocking. Now she had to manage to answer without turning red.

"Uhm, yes, Papa, I'm down in a minute."

Leroy disappeared and Rachel wrote another line:

Rachel Berry: Sorry, I have to log off.

Wes Montgomery: Ok, no problem. I have some things to do too.

Rachel gnawed on her lower lip. Should she dare it? Her head said no, her heart screamed yes and her body acted by sending another message.

Rachel Berry: Are you online tomorrow?

Wes Montgomery: Uh, sure, I think.

Rachel Berry: Ok, see you tomorrow then ;-)

Wes Montgomery: See you tomorrow.

Rachel logged off and Wes leaned back in his desk chair. What a pity Rachel had to go offline that fast. But the regret mixed with the anticipation for tomorrow. And the smile on his face would be stay for a while too.

Ok, the third chapter. No face-to-face talk between MontBerry but I think the chat was cute. What do you think? Was it okay or too boring? Do you like the Warblers in this? Thad hates chemistry very much ^^

As always I'm looking forward to your reviews.

llGeekGoddessll: I agree with you. They make absolutely sense. It's a pity the show they didn't bring these two together.

liz-04: Wes and Rachel are pretty alike. That was my motivation for this story. I think they are so perfect for each other, they have to be together.

Moonlight3986: They aren't the uptight ones who can't have fun. Later in this story we will see the fun side of these two (and two other characters).

veryjellycherry: Thanks you. I gave my best and I hope it's good. And yes, it has been too long since someone wrote about this pairing.

Courtneyfan14: Hope you enjoyed the third chapter. Rachel and Wes have a connection, so almost nothing is awkward between them, just wait and see lol

Elle Loves Glee: You liked the chapter? I think Wes' friends are hilarious. Even in this chapter wasn't much Wes/Rachel interactions, I hope it still was nice to read.

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