Warning! There will be spoilers for Original Songs in this story. It is also decidedly an UN-crack like fic. Well... as un-crack like as you can get when it's a love story between a man and a bird...

If you didn't follow Luke and Pavarotti on Twitter that may sound really disturbing. I recommend keeping in mind this is based entirely on their Twitter relationship. HIGHLY recommend.

"I miss you," Luke whispered sweetly to Pavarotti, a few days before Christmas Eve. Kurt was off studying for history or something, so it was the first time Luke had been alone with the bird in ages. Pavarotti looked up at him intently, which was in itself a strange phenomenon, as he generally liked to move around and tweet nonstop. Luke smiled. "I do hope he hasn't actually been feeding you glitter…" he added, remembering the joke Kurt had made and slightly fearing it may have been partly serious.

Pavarotti chirped angrily, which did nothing to ease Luke's suspicions. "I'll talk to him," he assured Pav. "But besides that, he does seem to be taking good care of you!" Pavarotti bowed his head in confirmation, which caused Luke to smile even more.

"How have you been?" he asked. Pavarotti tweeted in reply. "That's good. I've been alright I guess. The council has been pretty… crazy lately. Though, I suppose that's nothing new, is it?"

Pavarotti chirped encouragingly, edging closer to Luke.

He laughed, "Actually, it's pretty much the same as usual. Class is hard, homework is harder, and Warbler practice is the best part of the day. We keep changing directions though… usually we pick one set list and stick to it. But lately, we keep jumping around and changing songs. It's total anarchy! Don't tell anyone this," he added after a moment, "but I kinda like it. It's different. I think Kurt has a bigger influence on us than he realizes…"

By this point Pavarotti had edged his way up to the side of the cage. Luke gently began petting him through the bars. Pav tweeted in approval and urged Luke to go on.

"He does talk to you, right? I worry about him sometimes. He's really close to Blaine, but that's it. He tends to keep to himself… I don't think he likes it here. Keep an eye on him, ok? You helped me when I first came here. Be a good friend. He needs it." Luke sighed. When Pavarotti chirped again, Luke took it as a sign he could continue.

"It's almost Christmas. Vacation's in a few days. I can't wait! It was always fun taking you home, decorating your cage, letting you nest in the Christmas tree… I don't think my dad ever got over the shock of finding you there that one time."

Pavarotti laughed evilly. Well, Luke took it as an evil laugh. It was more a series of chirps and tweets, but they were menacing sounding, and the point came across perfectly.

"I think you scarred him for life. It really isn't funny!" He responded, trying to guilt the bird. That effort failed, as he was laughing hysterically by this point and didn't seem at all angry. Still trying to regain his composure, he added, "I really missed you, Pav. I haven't laughed this much in a long time…"

Pavarotti nudged up to his hand again and attempted to caress it affectionately. The bars got in the way, but the sentiment was there.

"I love you Pavarotti."

"Chirp"

They sat in silence a while, just happy being together again. After a few minutes though, they heard music coming towards them. Luke jumped up and grabbed his backpack just as the door opened.

"…but baby it's cold outside." Kurt entered the room, singing, with a dreamy look on his face. "Oh!" he gasped when he saw that Luke was there. "Sorry… I…"

"No, it's no problem. I just thought I'd see Pavarotti. It's been a while…" Luke began. Kurt smiled understandingly.

"It's easy to get attached, huh? He's great company."

Luke nodded, staring at the bird longingly.

"You used to take care of him, didn't you?"

"Yeah. I had him before Blaine came to Dalton. Giving him up was… well it really sucked I guess." Pavarotti chirped in agreement.

An awkward silence followed that no one was sure how to break. Even Pavarotti was quiet. Finally Luke broke the tension,

"I better be going then… still have homework… and tests to study for. Why do teachers always feel the need to cram everything in before a vacation?" he laughed uncomfortably.

"To make us miserable?" Kurt suggested, picking up Pavarotti's cage gently. Luke shrugged, not wanting to make this whole scenario awkward but having trouble nonetheless.

"Well… see you around then," Kurt said, starting to head out. Before he left though, he turned around and added, "you know, I bring Pavarotti here every day. If you ever want to talk to him, or keep him company, or something, you can. You don't even have to ask. I know how nice it is just to have him around… I love him too."

Luke stared at Kurt in shock. Finally getting hold of his senses he replied, "I… thank you, Kurt. Really."

"Merry Christmas, Luke."

"Merry Christmas …"

I started writing this as soon as Original songs had ended. After following Luke and Pav on Twitter, and watching their love story unfold before me, I was DEVASTATED with what had happened. Totally and completely devastated. Writing this was the strangest form of therapy I have ever done. It actually helped cheer me up. It started off as a oneshot, but I wrote a bunch of completely different scenes, and it turned into a short story. Unlike all my other ones, this WILL be updated regularly. And will be finished.

I sort of blended the show with the Twitter reality... if that makes any sense. Like, this is about Luke the Warbler, not Luke the actor. Really this story is just for my two friends who were just as saddened as I was. If anyone else appreciates this... yay! If not, oh well. Move along. YOU were the one who clicked on a love story about a man and a bird.