AN: Just a little Warbler fun. I find I enjoy writing Wes. Inspired by lyrics from "When I Come Around" by Green Day.
Zipping the suitcase, I look around my now empty half of the dorm room. "I think that's everything," I say to my roommate, turning toward him. "Thanks for helping me pack."
"It's no problem," Wes replies. "Although I'm going to miss you."
"You won't have to put up with those blasted show tunes anymore at least."
Wes smiles. "You know, I think I might actually miss them. I know I'm going to miss having you around."
"I'm going to miss you and the other Warblers, too."
"I noticed you didn't say you'll miss Dalton."
I duck my head. Part of me was hoping my roommate wouldn't catch that.
"It's okay, Kurt. This school isn't for everyone, and I know you came here to feel safe, and I hope we provided that for you at least."
"You did" I assure him.
Wes smiles as he nods. "However, we all know you and Dalton are not the perfect fit. You are too much of an individual to be happy in a place which prides itself on tradition, and fitting in. You've done an admirable job trying to fit in, but it's just not you. You may have looked like one of us, but even in the uniform you've always managed to stand out here at Dalton."
I'm touched by Wes' words. There have been times since coming here that I have wondered if any one has taken notice of the effort I have put in to be a part of the Dalton community, a part of the Warblers. It's nice to know that at least those I hang out with most have noticed.
"I know at the beginning the Warblers tried to make you conform to our standards. Thad, David, and I didn't give you the solo for Sectionals because we had never heard a voice as unique as yours. We thought that giving you a solo would change the Warblers. Little did we know, you were going to change us anyways. Change us, and made us a better group. So thank-you and good-luck, Kurt."
I don't know what to say after Wes' little speech, so despite casual touching being reserved for certain people, I step forward and hug the senior. Wes stiffly returns the gesture, and I know that for once the stiffness isn't because I'm gay but simply because Wes is less of a hugger than even I am.