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"...and that brings the meeting to a close, except for one last order of business..." Wes paused for dramatic effect, "the annual Warbler bonding activity and party."
He continued "by a majority vote by way of closed ballot, the activity has been decided as... paintballing!" Cheers and high fives broke out around the room.
Kurt, however, was not impressed. He rolled his eyes whilst watching his fellow Warblers getting all excited about dressing up in drab clothing to run around pretending to be soldiers and pelting each other with paint pellets.
He presumed there was actually some point to the exercise, but at the moment he couldn't care less. Great, no opportunity to express myself through fashion in this activity! How am I supposed to stand out in the crowd for Blaine to notice me in dreary combat gear? Unless I can dress it up somehow with a scarf or brooch maybe...or my new boots with a slight heel?
Kurt's daydream about his wardrobe possibilities was rudely interrupted by the council member banging his gavel obnoxiously.
"Order!" Wes shouted pompously over the din, quietening those present. "This year we have decided that we should compete in teams for this exercise as usual, but we have made it more interesting by adding a penalty for the losing team.
The team coming last will perform a song to be chosen by the council. This performance will take place the day after the paintballing exercise, at the Warbler party. We have been given permission to hold the party in Warbler Hall and have arranged for the catering and hire of a karaoke system. Any questions from the floor?"
"Yeah, what about alcohol, Wes?" Nick called from the back. Shouts of assent greeted this request.
"Well, the official response is that of course, this party is on school property and will be alcohol free. But, the council can't reasonably be expected to check every bottle brought in by the Warblers, now can we?" He smirked. "Keep that last exchange out of the minutes please."
"Now, the teams for the paintballing exercise have been drawn randomly and are as follows..."
Kurt tuned out Wes' voice, deciding instead to inspect his nails until he heard his name. He could really use a manicure.
"...Warblers Kurt Hummel" Kurt snapped back to attention at the mention of his name, "...Jeffrey Sterling and Ryan O'Sullivan, and the final team will be Warblers Blaine Anderson, Nicholas Duval and Nathaniel Harris."
Urgh! Even worse, Kurt thought rolling his eyes, I'm not even on Blaine's team to "bond" with him.
Ryan laid on his stomach, silent as possible. He was providing cover for Kurt who was up ahead going for the flag, Jeff off to his right providing cover from there. At Kurt's signal, Jeff quietly rose up and started to sneak towards Kurt's position, Ryan covering him. Then Ryan brought up the rear sneaking towards his teammates.
He heard something off to his left, was that a wolf whistle? What the hell? he thought as a tell-tale stinging slap hit him square on the ass. He looked over his shoulder to see dripping red paint sliding down his pants. Which team is red? Oh yeah, Nick, Blaine and... of course - Nate! He so did that on purpose! Ryan was glad of his protective mask which currently hid his bright red cheeks. Ouch, that's not the only set of red cheeks I have at the moment! He thought, rubbing his ass with his hand.
Unluckily for Ryan, while figuring all this out, he forgot he was now standing in plain view, and he began getting plastered with a multi-coloured volley of bullets. At Kurt's angry yell ahead, he bent as low as he could whilst running for cover with the rest of his team, who had also been pelted. Kurt had narrowly missed out on securing the flag and their team was out.
The green team returned to the dressing area and changed back into their own clothing, waiting for the other teams to finish and come in.
Once they had removed their protective goggles and helmets, Ryan smirked as he noticed the other two also had a suspicious amount of red paint on their asses. Looks like they may have secret admirers too! He laughed to himself. Although I can't really call Nate a secret admirer, he makes no attempt to hide it.
"Well, guys, I don't think it looks good for us in terms of the loser's penalty. We're the first ones back in." Kurt pointed out, as the other two nodded in resignation.
As the last two teams came in, Ryan heard from behind him "There's my favourite target! You must be sore, want me to help rub it better for you?" He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively at Ryan, his hand starting to reach out for the redhead's ass. He smacked it away with a glare "You wish, Nate."
"Actually, yes, I do. It's your fault for looking so sexy in combat gear, I couldn't take my eyes off your ass so I may have accidentally shot at it a few times."
Ryan blushed profusely and ducked his head as Kurt rolled his eyes. "Come on, lets get back to Dalton, I need a shower!"
As Nate changed out of his combat gear, Ryan couldn't help but sneak the odd glance at the other boy changing. There's no doubting he is gorgeous. The redhead licked his lips as his eyes scanned Nate's muscled upper body appreaiatively, before it was hidden beneath a dark green v-neck t-shirt. His fine, black straight hair had been sexily mussed up by the helmet. He averted his eyes before he was caught staring. He is just so full-on all the time, I'm not sure whether I can take his advances seriously.
"Now for the results of the paintballing exercise. In reverse order, the team coming last and therefore subject to the aforementioned penalty are..." Wes paused for dramatic effect, "Warblers Kurt Hummel, Jeffrey Sterling and Ryan O'Sullivan."
A loud chorus of relieved shouts went around the room from those who were now not subject to performing the council's no doubt embarrassing song choice tomorrow.
"Hey, that's not fair!" Complained Jeff. "Between Kurt's fashion heels slowing him down" Kurt shrugged, not particularly sorry, as they had at least been able to sit out half of the exercise, instead watching the other boys, particularly Blaine, run around being all macho, "...and our whole team being quite tall in comparison making us easy targets we were disadvantaged from the start!" Jeff continued loudly.
"Sour grapes, gentlemen, sour grapes,... " Wes interrupted, "as the losing team you must accept the consequences. As mentioned in the last meeting, your task is to perform at tomorrow night's Warbler party, a song chosen by us, the council." Jeff sat down, resigned to his team's fate.
"I can now announce that the council has chosen the song to be performed... with a slight twist. The song is to be performed specifically for the winning team." He smirked, seemingly at an inside joke, probably because he was one of the few in the room to know the identity of the winning team.
"The song is For Your Entertainment by Adam Lambert." Sniggers went round the room as the losers gasped collectively and paled at their fate, waiting in nervous anticipation for the identity of their intended audience.
Trent looked extremely smug at this announcement, making Kurt think that he had come up with this particular suggestion.
Six Warblers in the room knew that they were amongst those likely to have won. Three of them started to look fidgety. Blaine was fingering his collar and looked like he wanted to loosen his tie and Nick was starting to sweat on his brow.
Nathaniel, however, smirked and wiggled his eyebrows suggestively at Ryan who blushed furiously, made worse by his fair complexion which accompanied his red hair, and ducked his head in embarrassment.
Please don't let it be Nate's team! Ryan thought. It'll be much harder to avoid his advances if I have to practically give him a lap dance, 'cause there's not much room to do anything else with that song! Just get it over with and tell us, Wes!
Thad, David and Flint looked like they were most interested in knowing who had claimed the crown of paintballing kings more than anything else, not particularly bothered about whether they would be performed to, or not. Being straight, none of them were bothered by being danced to with that song.
The other potential winning team however, were definitely not straight and were currently looking one third excited, Nate, and two thirds incredibly nervous, Blaine and Nick.
Wes' voice droned on, announcing each team's place in reverse order until they were finally down to the last two teams, Blaine's and Thad's.
"Aaaand, the runners up are... Warbler's Thad, David and Flint! That means that Warblers Blaine, Nick and Nate you are the winners and will be performed to tomorrow night by Warblers Kurt, Jeff and Ryan!" A loud mix of laughter, cheers and clapping filled the room.
"Okay, Jeff, Ryan, meeting, our room, now!" Kurt ordered at the end of the meeting, and the three of them ran out of the room and hurried to Kurt's dorm that he shared with Jeff.
As the door slammed behind them, Kurt paced as Jeff and Ryan sunk onto each bed in shock.
"Oh my God, how am I going to hide my crush on Nick if I have to do that song? He's my best friend and this is going to be all kinds of awkward!" Jeff complained, at the same time as Ryan whined,
"Nate makes no secret of what he thinks of me and I've been trying to keep him at arm's length, what am I supposed to do?"
Kurt stopped pacing and realised something. That explains Trent's smug look.
"You know, I think we've been set up. That twist was added after they realised who the winners and losers were. It's no secret to anyone except Blaine that I have feelings for him, and you two have just confirmed my suspicions about the objects of your desires..."
The redhead looked up sharply, to which Kurt responded "Oh come on, Ryan, admit it, you wouldn't be so worried if you weren't interested. Why won't you give him a chance, any way?"
Kurt looked honestly interested, so Ryan decided to confide in his friends.
"Well, it's just that I don't know if he is being serious or not. What if it's some kind of bet or something? I mean, at my last school my looks made me a target for bullying ever since the first Harry Potter film came out and someone pointed out I looked a bit like the Weasley twins..." he looked at Jeff and Kurt's raised eyebrows and smirk respectively, "...okay, okay, so I look a lot like the Weasleys."
Jeff coughed as he spoke "brother from another mother!" and the redhead threw a pillow at him as Kurt laughed.
Ryan was quiet for a while before he asked "Do you think he really likes me or is he just laughing at me behind my back?"
Kurt went over to Ryan, crouched down and put his hands on his knees, comfortingly. "Oh sweetie, Blaine is definitely the object of my affection, but I can safely say that Fred and George Weasley are hot, and so are you!"
Ryan smiled gratefully and blushed profusely at the compliment, "Thanks" he replied, "it's just hard to believe any positive attention after so much bullying."
Kurt nodded understandingly and squeezed his shoulder sympathetically, before continuing, "But seriously, something is up here. Trent had a self-satisfied smirk on his face before he announced the winners. Well, I think we should beat the council at their own game."
Jeff and Ryan looked up at Kurt, waiting for an explanation. "If we are going to do this song, then we are going to own it. No half measures, if they want a performance from us, then that is exactly what they are going to get!"
Jeff nodded "I think you're right about Trent. I'm always up for a good dance routine - if we get practicing straight away I can sort out the choreography."
Ryan looked resigned, saying "OK, a half-hearted performance is never good, if we are going to do this then I agree we need to do it properly."
Kurt smiled suddenly, now onto his favourite subject, fashion. "Now, let's talk about costumes..." he clapped his hands together, making the other boys in the room wonder what they had let themselves in for.
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