Some of my "readers" have been asking me about that Thad/Wes fic I was talking about a while back and actually... that one has been nearly finished for a while... it is one of the first Glee-fics I wrote so I am just gonna publish it... let me know what you think ;) And since it is already done, just epilogue left, it won't interfere with my other stories :D Yay!

The Warblers were on a cruise ship, invited to perform by an anonymous donor. They didn't get paid for this because it was going to disqualify them from sectionals next year but the headmaster of their school got the money to help the school itself. But the Warblers got no part of it. This was just after regionals so they were already out of the competition and now they had spring break, what better way to celebrate that than on a cruise ship? Right?

Kurt and Blaine were standing hand in hand at the railing watching the sea. They were only wearing shorts and T-shirts and sunglasses. Kurt's family had been invited to come too, Burt had volunteered to become a chaperon with Carole. Kurt was happy about this and he was happy to see Finn enjoy his time on the ship with the Warblers. Finn got along really well with Rock and Fred because both of those Warblers were either on the football team or basketball team. All of the Warblers seemed to be having a good time as well. Kurt remembered when Wes dropped the bomb.

Kurt, David and Nick were walking towards their next class when all their phones went off announcing the arrival of a text. They all flicked their phones open and read:

From: Wes

Warblers emergency meeting now!

David looked shocked and the other two knew why. For emergency meetings the council always knew what was going on and for Wes not telling him or Thad was unheard of! David felt a sinking feeling in his stomach and was actually a bit pale.

"Oh God please don't be what I fear it will be", David said and found himself dragged down the hall by Kurt and Nick.

He feared that Wes was leaving or that someone had trashed the sheet music room stealing their songs again… like last year. David, Wes and Thad had went to get the sheet music for their next rehearsal and entered the room where the Warblers kept all of the sheet music and found it a mess. All the drawers and files were emptied onto the floor and the music they were going to use for sectionals were gone.

Wes had been angrier than the other two had ever seen him. He didn't say a word –Thad took care of that department – he didn't hit something – that was all left to David – but Wes had a quiet rage that you did not want to be at the end of.

Something David was sure Vocal Adrenaline had gotten a taste of… they had after all sung one of the songs the Warblers had been planning on using. A few days later the poor, poor VA had entered their auditorium… to find all of their sheet music shredded, their stage clothes sown together and their light bulbs missing. No one knew who was behind it… But David and Thad was sure it was Wes because he had paper cuts all over his hands and they knew how wicked he could be when angry.

When Wes was really truly angry his death glare could freeze water or make lemons sweet or make milk go sour or-

"David snap out of it", Nick hissed as he was dragged into the choir room. "Everyone will freak out of you freak out!"

David shook himself a bit before entering the room that was buzzing in worry. Thad was already in place looking slightly scared and David knew then that Thad had no idea either. Wes himself was nowhere to be seen.

David sat down on his usual spot warily. The Warblers were all discussing what was going on in slight panic. Blaine told Kurt and Nick that Thad had asked them what this was about and they told him that David had no idea either. That set most of the others off again and their discussion was getting louder and louder. But the room went completely quiet when Wes cleared his throat by the door.

"Gentlemen", he said sternly. "Have a seat." Everyone sat in perfect sync and Wes cocked an eyebrow at that looking amused. Then he just shook his head and walked up to the council table. But he didn't sit down. He just stood in front of it.

"Principal Carmichael called me into his office today", Wes said calmly and everyone was shocked. Wes was never called into principal's office… Never! He looked around.

"He had something very interesting to tell me and it was about the Warblers", Wes went on and everyone looked horrified. Had the principal found out about them doing the GAP attack after all?! Would he disband the group?!

"Come spring break", Wes said calmly. "The Warblers will be going to perform on a cruise ship the entire week."

It was quiet in the room and Wes looked confused.

"I said we're going on a cruise ship, to perform none the less but still", he said looking around at the shocked faces. "Is this even on?" He pretended to check an invisible mike. Then he turned to the other two members of the council that both looked as shocked as the others.

"Did I say something wrong", Wes asked innocently. At that point the Warblers attacked him with questions and Kurt had actually thought that Thad and David were going to strangle Wes. Wes himself had just grinned at them in a mischievous way, which told Kurt that the older boy had known exactly what he'd done wrong… and that he did it on purpose.

Kurt was awakened from his trip down memory lane when someone shook his right shoulder, the shoulder not occupied by Blaine's head. He looked over his shoulder and saw Finn grinning at them.

"Dude that Asian kid isn't big but he sure is scary", Finn said happily. "He's leading warm ups right now and when Mr. Schue told him how he should really do it he threw him a death glare and Mr. Schue backed off."

Kurt chuckled. "Yeah Wes is like that but trust me he knows what he's doing. Wait Mr. Schue is here?!"

"Yeah he and Holly Holliday is on the ship on a romantic cruise or something", Finn said.

"And why is Wes leading warm-ups", Kurt asked confused.

"Oh shit the performance on pool deck!" Blaine exclaimed suddenly and grabbed Kurt's hand. "Hurry up Kurt!" The three boys started to run towards the pool deck and when they got there they saw the Warblers warming up their voices, Thad now leading.

All of the boys were out of uniform for once except for Wes… he had no choice. He was leading the choir after all, starting them off and such and the guy that paid for the Warblers to perform on the ship had given them specific orders about that. He wanted the coach of the choir to wear a Dalton's uniform. After little to no discussion Wes had agreed to be the one forced to carry one during performances. He was head of the council after all. Kurt saw Mr. Schue and Holly Holliday watch them with fond smiles and he waved. The show was set to start in ten minutes.

"Glad you could join us", Wes told Kurt and Blaine a little bit annoyed.

"Sorry Wes", Blaine apologized.

Kurt noticed the gestures the Warblers did behind Wes' back. They were trying to stop Blaine from saying something stupid… or something that would make Wes angry. Jeff was pulling his hand at his throat to hopefully make Blaine understand he's gonna get himself killed… or just to cut it out. Kurt realized why they were worried because Wes' face was red and he was sweating.

"You okay?" Blaine asked and all the Warblers facepalmed. It was a well known fact that Wes hated to be fussed over… even if it was just common politeness going on.

"There is absolutely nothing wrong with me", Wes spat but anyone could see that he was very warm and stuffy in that uniform. "Now take your places so we can start… you'll have to make a quick warm-up. No goofing around or love struck gazes or eye-sex. Do. I. Make. Myself. Clear?"

Wes was leaning so close to Blaine their noses were nearly touching. Wes' eyes were pure fire.

"Chrystal", Blaine squeaked in terror but only got a glare in return. "Wes re-"

But the next glare Wes shot him shut him up. Kurt thanked his lucky stars that shut Blaine up so that the short boy wouldn't do anything that would have Wes kill him. Because… the look on Wes' face said that he would gladly kill off Blaine if he said anything more.

The show had gone great. Wes had acted as host telling the crowd that was watching who they were, he even joked about being the groups living fashion commercial and got a few laughs. They had performed Raise your glass, Silly love songs, Misery and to Kurt's disdain… Animal. The crowd had loved them and no one applauded and whistled louder than Burt and Finn. Carole was smiling proudly and Mr. Schue and Holly were smiling brightly at their friends. Wes held a short thank you speech and then turned to the boys.

"Good job guys", he said calm and happy again. "Now we have a few hours of rest until-"

"WESTMINSTER!" a voice suddenly yelled happily and the boys stared as the normally composed Wesley Montgomery got a look of shock on his face. His eyes went bigger than tennis-balls, his mouth dropped open and his face lost all color. He didn't get time to turn around before a tall muscular guy grabbed him around the waist, hoisted him up on his shoulder and started to spin around laughing. Wes grabbed hold of the guy's shirt, clinging to it for dear life. Everyone around was staring at the spectacle. Wes was a little green when the guy finally stopped and put him down so they were facing each other.

"Look at you!" the guy yelled happily pulling Wes into a back breaking hug. "All grown up! A big shot even! I'm so happy to see you I could kiss you!"

"AH!" the Warblers gave a collective cry as the guy did just that. He kissed Wes fully on the lips, the boy's eyes getting even bigger. The big guy pulled back and hugged Wes to him again.

"G-good t-to see you t-t-too B-Butch", Wes stuttered out and patted the guy on the back. He looked like he would faint at any second. Butch hugged him again and when he let go he let his arm stay around Wes' shoulders as he turned towards the rest of the Warblers.

"So Westminster this is the amazing Warblers ey?" he asked. "I heard you guys got all the way to regionals. With you leading them! Impressive little man… not as impressive as me though." He flexed his arm muscles, the arm not held around Wes.

"Geez thanks", Wes commented dryly. "If I remember we voted you off of the council and put Alejandro in your place."

"Bah it wasn't any fun anyways", Butch said grinning. "So are you still going as lead?" The boys in front of the two all gaped.

"Wes was lead", Jeff exclaimed.

"Yes… oh how rude of me. My dearest Wes you must introduce me to the boys!"

Wes nodded mutely and then cleared his throat.

"The African-American with long hair is Rock", he explained. "The beat-boxing guy is Fred. Then we have Frank, Trent, Jeff, Nick, John and Luke." He pointed at said boys his voice cracking a bit, showing that he still hadn't collected himself after the surprise attack. "Then we have James, Chris, Joseph, Kurt our countertenor."

"Countertenor", Butch said smiling at Kurt. "Impressive. The Warblers hasn't had a countertenor since-"

"1956 yeah we know", Thad spoke up in annoyance.

"Ah", Wes hurried up to him and put his arm around Thad's shoulders. "This is Council Warbler Thad."

"I see", Butch said and something dark flew over his eyes but only Wes and Thad noticed.

"Uh… This is… this is Council secretary David", Wes went on smiling at his friend. "And the hobbit with curly hair is our soloist Blaine Anderson."

"Soloist", Butch asked shaking Blaine's hand. "But what about you Westminster? You were our soloist when I was at Dalton."

Wes blushed deeply as the others stared at him, save Kurt. He'd turned to Butch.

"Wes is the head of council and has been since his sophomore year", Kurt explained. "He arranges all the music and is doing a fantastic job."

"Oh so that's how you lead them Westminster", Butch grinned pulling Wes away from Thad. "I thought you sang lead." He put his arm around Wes' shoulders again. "Waste of talent having you in the council."

Wes spluttered something showing how annoyed he got with that answer and Butch just laughed.

"Oh I'm just messing with you darling", Butch said grinning fondly at him.

"Well for your information darling", Wes growled and pushed off his arms. "Blaine is a much better singer than I ever was."

"Ha! I highly doubt that Wes." He turned to the Warblers. "Have any of you guys watched the tape from Wes' audition to the Warblers?"

They shook their heads and Thad was fuming with jealousy. He didn't like Butch touching what was his!

"Shame", Butch said reaching out to put his arm around Wes again but the Asian boy sidestepped. Thad had enough at that point.

"Okay sir who the hell are you", he growled stepping between the man and Wes, shielding the Asian somewhat.

"I'm Butch Hemmingway", Butch answered. "I was on the Warblers' council when Westminster auditioned in freshman year. I was a senior back then and we were all mesmerized with this boy's talent."

Wes blushed again grumbling something about that being a lie.

"What are you doing here then", Thad growled.

"My dad owns this ship boys", Butch said smugly. "I travel for free whenever I want."

"Well it was nice seeing you Butch", Wes said. "I must uh go and change out of this uniform before it kills me." He started to head past the young man but he grabbed Wes' hand and stopped him.

"Promise me we'll catch up later okay darling?" Butch purred. "And please do sing Music of the Night during your performance tonight. It will awe the audience I am sure." He tried to caress Wes' cheek but the Asian turned his face away.

"I'll think about it", he said and then fled. Thad growled and pushed past Butch following his friend. David, Blaine and Kurt joined him.

Wes' hands were trembling and his face pale. He was watching himself in the mirror and tried to collect himself. The guy he'd been so happy to get out of his life was back to torture him. Wes was worried and scared but knew he couldn't turn to anyone to help him with this. It would only cause them trouble. He took a quick shower and tried to relax. But he couldn't, he at least didn't look like a living dead anymore. He heard someone enter the room he shared with Thad.

"Wes", said boy yelled knocking on the bathroom door. "You okay?"

"Yeah!" Wes called back pulling a white tank top over his head and getting into a pair of light colored shorts. He got out of the bathroom looking calm and collected, normal Wes, but on the inside he wasn't. He saw his friends watching him worriedly.

"Are you sure", Blaine asked.

"Of course", Wes said throwing his uniform on his bed. "I got a little nauseous by that spin and the heat but I'm fine now."

"Who was that guy", David asked and Wes flopped down on his bed.

"Like he said", Wes said dully. "Butch Hemmingway, senior council member and Warbler-flirt."

"I knew he was flirting with you", Blaine said.

"No no", Wes said. "That's just the way he acts around me… he acted like that with all Warblers because apparently girls likes it when two boys were 'getting their gay on' in front of them."

The others stared at him and Wes groaned.

"Don't ask", he grumbled and put a pillow over his face. "I have never been so humiliated in my whole life!"

"Aw", David teased. "It wasn't so bad! He was just happy to see you!"

"So happy he kissed me and I didn't do anything about it!"

"You were in shock", Thad said patting him on the leg gently. They heard a frustrated sigh come from the pillow. Thad was worried. He felt there was something more brooding underneath the surface here. Wes was not okay and he could feel it. What kind of guy would he be if he couldn't tell his best friend and secret crush was upset?

TBC ;)