To say Wes was tired would be an understatement. To say he was stressed, worried, nervous these words didn't cover what he was actually feeling, they barely scratched the surface. The near silent drive home was not helping the matter, nor was the muted crying that Blaine was doing or the annoying humming David was comforting him with. In fact if someone were to ask Wes at this moment in time, 'what do you want?,' he'd likely answer 'TO BE ALONE.'

Of course that wasn't what he wanted either. Wes hadn't really slept since the confrontation with Burt. It just brought up too much. And Wes wasn't really one to look for help with regards to himself, so he suffered silently. Losing sleep, studying too much, and practicing to hard. But that doesn't matter right now, idiot. You can sleep once Kurt is out of the hospital and Blaine has calmed down. He shouldn't be alone tonight… I guess he can sleep in my bed, I'll play it off like I need to study or something. Besides he doesn't have a roommate and I really don't think he should be alone tonight not after what happened.

As they pulled into Dalton Wes let out an exhausted sigh, "Blaine, why don't you bunk with us tonight? You shouldn't be alone and my bed will be open. I still need to do some last minute studying and stuff.

Blaine quietly mumbled, "Sure. Thanks." Before leading the way.

David nudged Wes with his elbow, "You know you need sleep to right, dude? Because I don't think you can do another all-nighter."

"No worries. I will sleep and besides I haven't been staying up all night." I just have been going to bed after one and waking up by four…

"Sure…" David finished sarcastically before leaving too catch up with Blaine.

In truth, obviously, David was right. Not that Wes would readily admit it.

The rest of the walk was silent. Actually there was no speaking until the boys had put pajamas on, and David and Blaine were crawling under the covers.

As he laid there under the soft glow of Wes's desk light Blaine spoke, "I really thought tonight was going to end like the dance did…I…I could feel it. I just knew I was going to wake up in the hospital and…" the whispered sounds of his voice filled the room like a heavy steam, and Wes could feel it burn his brain and heart.

"I know Blaine." Wes's voice sounded too weak for his liking, so he added stronger, "But it didn't. You are fine and Kurt will be. Tomorrow, Warblers rehearsal will end early and we will see if Kurt wants us to visit. If he does, then we'll drive there. Getting coffee, flowers, candy, and anything else you can think of along the way."

"What if he doesn't?" The broken sound was back in Blaine's voice.

"Then…we get those things and we go the next day. Or the next. He's our friend and we will visit him regardless Blaine, I promise."

It was then that David spoke up, "Plus, we need to have good name placement on his cast!"

The room fell silent again and Wes heard both the others breathing eventually even out as they fell asleep. I hope Blaine has no nightmares tonight. He rubbed his eyes with the palm of his hand, feeling the strain of the last few hours sink into his body. We shouldn't have to deal with this. No one should, but definitely not us, not young kids… I wonder what will happen now. Will those jerks be arrested? "Knowing our luck, I highly doubt it." He muttered aloud into the silence of the room.

Sometime later Wes became aware that he was asleep. There was no other explanation for his dead younger brother Dylan to be in the same room with Kurt. Nor was there any justification for these two having a conversation. And yet Wes simply watched. Wake up. Please, wake up… Dylan then reached into his bag pulling out a gun. No wake up I don't want to see this. They had said something else to each other, and then Dylan brought the gun toward his face.

"NO," Wes sat up with such force he pushed the chair out from under him causing a loud bang to resonate throughout the room, his desk light also fell as he himself went down. For a slit second Wes didn't know where he was, he could feel the sweat drip down his body and he could see the image of his brother in his mind. Looking the way Wes had found him the following morning.

Although Wes heard nothing, the other inhabitance of the room had been awoken by the loud crash.

"Wes?" David called out his voice still heavy with sleep. "You alright what was the crash?"

Blaine who was closer and a much lighter sleeper, noticed something was wrong, "Wes…" his voice was laced with concern instead of sleep, "David turn on your lamp."

As light illuminated the room Wes's eyes were brought back into focus. He moved his hands to them and gave a shaky, uncontrolled laugh. Just a dream you fool. However, he was still unaware of the others presence. Until Blaine placed a hand on his wet back. Wes jumped slightly his body still not entirely under his control.

"Wes! What happened? Did you have a dream? You're all sweaty and shaky." Blaine seemed frantic in his quest to find a cause.

His panic seemed to have awakened David as well. "Wes, are you sick? Do you need the nurse."

"I'm fine." Yeah, ok. That didn't even sound convincing to me…

Blaine snorted, though not unkindly, "You are not fine Wes." He shifted slightly and stood walking over to a dresser and grabbing a shirt. Then returned handing it to Wes, "Here. Now what happened?"

Wes sighed, why do I feel so much older now? "It was just a bad dream."

"About what?"

"My brother. Alright?" Wes really hadn't meant to be so snappy he just couldn't take much more of this stuff. "Sorry, it's just Kurt and Dylan…Well Kurt's a lot like D was…I guess…"

Blaine shifted, "Kurt won't kill himself Wes."

"HOW DO YOU KNOW THAT!" Wes tried to stand wanting nothing more than to leaving this conversation and retreat to the safety of another unoccupied room, but his legs just wouldn't move.

"Because we've talked about it." What?

"What?" David sounded confused.

"We have." Blaine repeated before moving back to the bed and sitting down, "He said he'll never do that to his father. He told me there were plenty of time he wanted to, but his dad means far too much to him, and that even with Carole and Finn he would still be really hurt if Kurt did anything like that."

"Really?" Wes question was breathless and hopeful,

"Really."

With that the boys fell into a peaceful silence. Eventually talking themselves to sleep.

A/N: Thanks again for all the reviews, favs, and alerts. Hopefully you all continue to enjoy this story. Happy Holidays to all, and if you celebrate Christmas than a very happy one to you. If not enjoy not having school and/or work!

Also to answer a question: ACTs are like the SATs, they are a type of standardized test that some colleges look at prior to admission. In the U.S. most western colleges want you to take the SAT and most eastern schools want ACT scores. Or at least that is when I have heard. Personally I am on the west coast and the SATs were my poison, years ago now.