As usual, normal italics are the characters' thoughts, XxX signifies a POV/person in focus change and a line break is a time or place shift.
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Disclaimer: I do not own any rights to Glee or its characters. The lyrics (in italic quotes) are from "The Sound of Music", and are not mine.
"The first three notes just happen to be, Do-Re-Mi. Do-Re-Mi-Fa-Sol-La-Ti. Oh, let's see if I can make it easier."
"To think that we let you talk us into this," A thin, lanky blond boy motioned towards the area around him dejectedly.
"…Doe, a deer, a female deer. Ray, a drop of golden sun…"
"Over a nerf battle." An identical man sighed, finishing the previous boy's thoughts.
"…Me, a name I call myself. Far, a long, long way to run..".
"Ethan!" Wes snipped at the twins, Ethan and Evan. The councilman only needed to address one of the two twins for it to sink in. "Quiet." As usual, Wes commanded respect with his authoritative tone. The commanding tone helped convey exactly why he was prefect to be one of the three men who ran their club.
"Wes," One whined.
"This is boring!" The other completed.
The others in the room had stopped to glare at the twins. In unison, the boys within the dorm matched pitch and sent a harsh "Shhh!" towards the two. The siblings cringed at first, but quickly grew indifferent to the matter; there was no use even trying anymore. Matching mock pouts decorated their pale faces as they slouched against each other in defeat. The Warblers waited a few brief moments to make sure the twins had no further protests. When they were positive that there would be no more interruptions, everyone returned to their earlier positions.
"…Sew, a needle pulling thread. La, a note to follow Sol…"
Including Jeff, who sat in a tight, secluded knot at the back of Blaine's dorm room. It was movie night, and all the Warblers packed into the room to watch "The Sound of Music."; it wasn't exactly what the group of men had in mind to celebrate the end of another week, but it was Kurt's time to pick...and, because it was Kurt, no one would object. Anyway, even if they thought of objecting, Trent would shoot down such objections with the argument that, because they were together, that was all they needed to have fun. Oh, how cliché. Jeff corrected himself with a slight smile. How Trent.
It was their little tradition, this weekly bonding time. Though, it seemed that some were less willing to "bond" than others. The solitary boy looked over towards the twins and shivered. He loved the two to death, just as he loved the res—most of the other Warblers, but they scared him shitless, to be completely honest. They had a creepy aura about them: they spoke and acted as if they were one person, and they often said some pretty crazy things. Not to mention the extreme flexibility they displayed during their often violent nerf gun battles- that kind of bending and fast twisting would make any man cringe. Despite their certain...creepiness, Jeff was just happy to be out of his own, empty and lonesome dorm; he was starting to forget what other humans were like, being cooped up there all alone. What, after—No.
His brown eyes skipped over towards Kurt and Blaine, or Klaine as they were often called by—Nuh-uh. Not going there. Jeff's eyes flickered to the screen in an attempt to forget what he was about to think. Mentally, he slapped himself for bringing the subject up, again. After a severe self-scolding, he returned to the two boys to his right. A smile spread across his face as the two gently brushed lips. They were adorable, like the Brangelina of Dalton, minus the excessive amount of children: both beautiful, both great on (and off) stage, both perfect.
Perfect, that is, just like the rest of the Warblers. They were all so unique, so awesome and classy, it made the singer proud to "one of the guys." Jeff sighed. I need a bromance intervention. Yes, yes…Jeff was in love with all these Warblers.
Well, not all the Warblers. One would be specifically excluded from that group. At one time, maybe not. But now…now the man was just…somebody that he used to know. Damn good song. But besides the point. Good song or not, he's still the enemy. His foot began to tap out the light beat to Goyte's "Somebody that I Used to Know", as it always did when he broke his mental composure and thought of the one man he hated most.
"…Tea, a drink with jam and bread. That will bring us back to Do..."
Jeff grimaced towards the screen. It brought him back to something. If only that "something" was as easy as Do. If only that "something" wasn't how he came to hate Nick Duval.