Ugh. In school, I'm supposed to head all of these clubs and make plans for all these meetings…
So that doesn't happen.
Some nice words instead?
"David…?" a voice squeaked from the doorway, and the Warbler secretary whirled around to see Wes standing half in, half out of his room. It was well after midnight, obviously lights out, so David was confused to see him out of his dorm. "Can I come in?" he asked, moving forward a bit, and the tracks of his tears shone in the light of his desk lamp. "I know you're probably working on that physics lab report…"
"No, no, it's fine," he answered quickly, throwing some stuff off of his bed so Wes could sit on the end, him remaining in his desk chair, wincing at all the papers thrown about his room. Wes hadn't been wrong about the lab report… "What's up?" The other head council member immediately sighed in response, burying his face in his knees.
"Something happened to Blaine," he said sadly. Too sadly. David's heart immediately constricted as he waited for Wes to continue. Blaine didn't need anything else. Heck, he didn't need anything else. David was stressed out enough as it was. "He… Sebastian… Sebastian touched him, like… he made out with him when Blaine didn't want him to, and… and now…" Wes couldn't talk, he was crying so hard, and David immediately threw himself at the other boy, wrapping his arms around his neck.
"It's okay, don't worry… He's going to be fine," David lied because, well, what with the way things were going… Wes continued furiously composed himself, pulling away and straightening his blazer with a quick swipe under both eyes to dry his cheeks. He was visibly upset, but leave it to Wes to be the one who had to look collected all the time…
"He was so worked up… He wouldn't stop crying, and, like… I don't even know. At one point he was laughing. Twice, he just sat on the ground and laughed, and… crap, David. What do you do?" he asked rhetorically. They both knew he didn't have any of the answers. "What should I have done?"
"I'm sure you did everything you could have, Wes," David assured him, but his friend just flopped back on his bed, throwing his hands up to the ceiling.
"And I've never been more guilty," he said before letting them drop onto his chest. He drummed his fingers over his heart. "I had been keeping Kurt from him, and I defied his trust, and I thought… I thought I had been doing something good, but I was wrong, and now… I'm worried he won't trust any of us, especially with everything that happened, and… Gah, I said sorry, but now what do I do?" he questioned and David shrugged.
"I think you have everything handled. He fell asleep with you there, right? That's saying something." Wes rolled over on the mattress, burying his face into his pillow.
"No, he didn't," Wes groaned, and David arched an eyebrow. Then where the heck was Blaine? Wes wouldn't have left him by himself; he was probably a mess. "Trent's babysitting him. I couldn't handle it anymore, and I don't even think he knew I was there in the first place, so it's probably fine," he huffed. David let out a sigh of relief. As long as Blaine was okay…
Tears were rolling down Wes's face again, hidden by the folds of the blankets around him, but David could still see. His stomach flipped a bit. He couldn't imagine having been there when Blaine came back to the dorm. David understood why Wes left; he probably would have needed a break, too. In fact, he'd probably be on the verge of a nervous break down. Blaine was kind of scary; he was so upset, lately.
"Are you okay?" he wondered aloud, and Wes threw a flippant hand in his direction.
"It's whatever…" he answered, and David fought back a growl, settling on clearing his throat. Wes really needed to stop worry about others so much that he forgot to worry about himself. He put a tentative hand on Wes's shoulder so the other boy turned to look at him. He locked eyes with the other boy.
"Seriously. Are you okay?" he asked, and Wes let out a puff of frustration.
"Well, whaddya want me to say? That I'm terrified about what's been going on with my baby lately? That I'm depressed because he's depressed? That I'm tired? That I can't do this anymore? I can't say any of those things, David. Blaine's too important for that, and I… I…" he broke off, sobbing out of no where, and David pulled him up into a hug.
"Yeah, you can… you can to me, okay? I'm worried about you… You seem so upset…" Wes just nodded into his shoulder when his vibrating cellphone shook the whole bed from his pocket. He pulled it out, eyes widening at the caller ID –Trent - and immediately picked up.
"Hello? Trent? Is Blaine al- Oh, shit. Okay… Okay, okay, okay. I'll be there in a couple seconds; I'm coming with David right now… I'm so sorry. Okay, I'll be right there." He ended the call and looked up to him with scared eyes. "Blaine's going crazy."
Trent didn't know what to do.
He always knew what to do, like tackle Kurt that one-day and then beat the shit out of his car. He knew just what kind of sass to throw out when the situation called for it, and how to phrase everything he was thinking. He was good in the moment. Sometimes he got slightly crazy under pressure, but Trent always pulled through in the end. But right now…
Trent didn't know what to do.
Blaine had started off easy enough. He sat on his bed and they talked about musicals, the worst of his tears having subsided a while ago. However, Trent must have said something to set him off because now he was up and about, most definitely not all right, tugging the drawers out of the room's desks and dressers and dumping their contents to the floor before throwing them to the ground.
Anger contorted his face, drenched with tears, as he threw things around and let paper rain down not surprisingly. The occasional pencil would whiz by Trent's ear, and he suppressed a squeal each time. He thought that Blaine might tire himself out after a couple minutes, but no… he just kept going.
And going.
Trent swore under his breath when he realized that Blaine was leaving the dorm. The younger boy flung the door open and stormed down the hallway, only pausing to kick the wall when he was too frustrated to walk anymore. Trent scurried after, watching as he made his way to Warbler hall. Okay, time to end things. He dragged his cell out of his pocket. He called Nick first and then Jeff, hoping the former would come and relax Blaine so Wes could rest, but neither answered. He gave in and dialed the head council member's number.
"Hello?" Wes answered, and Trent suddenly realized that he had been holding his breath as he sucked in a big gulp of air. "Trent? Is Blaine al-"
"Wes, we're in Warbler hall. He trashed your room, and now he's," Trent paused as Blaine flipped over a desk chair. "He's still freaking out down here. I don't… I don't know what to do. Can you come?"
"Oh, shit. Okay… okay, okay, okay," Wes answered, and Trent could tell he was stressed. "I'll be there in a couple seconds; I'm coming with David now." Trent watched as Blaine swiped the desk at the head of the room free of objects with a furious grunt, pushing over the table with a great heave.
"Awesome, you might want to hurry…" he said a bit passively. "He's sort of going ape up in here…" Wes seemed to shudder on the other end of the line.
"I'm so sorry. Okay, I'll be right there," Wes told him before hanging up, hopefully to run down and meet them. Trent stuffed his phone back in his pocket and took a seat on the couch as Blaine collapsed on the other one, having turned over both coffee tables and now out of things to mess up, kicking and hitting it with all his might.
In a couple of seconds, Wes and David burst into the room, eyes widening at the destruction Blaine had caused before looking to the tantruming boy himself. Wes immediately rushed over to him as David started picking up some things around the room, right siding the table and tidying up the other items on the floor.
"Why is he so upset?" Wes asked frantically, looking to Trent, but he just shrugged. He had no idea. The other boy glared at him before turning back to Blaine, pushing his loose, curly hair out of his eyes and whispering quiet things down to him. Whatever he said seemed to be magic because Blaine stilled instantly, no longer kicking or punching.
"How did you do that?" he asked in awe, and Wes just shook his head, taking Blaine's hand and helping him off the couch. Trent watched as the older boy threw and arm around his shoulders.
"I don't know…" he answered and led Blaine away, leaving Trent speechless and with a long night ahead of him with David to put the room back in order… Trent sighed… he wanted to be in the Warblers…
Sort of short, but hey! Another chapter. Yay!