A/N: Hey, guys, Maddy speaking! Okay, so this was a completely random idea and I have no idea where it came from but I quite like it actually xD Anyways, it's just a lighthearted thing, so I hope you enjoy it! Let me know what you think? Thanks, people! Lessthanthree! xx
"Be quiet! I now call this Warbler meeting to order!" Wes said loudly above the chatter filling the room, banging his gavel a few times. Everyone took their seats, their conversations ending, and the three council members scanned the room quickly to see that all the Warblers were there, glancing at each other with small frowns as they realised that two of their number were missing.
"Guys, where are Nick and Jeff?" David asked. Most of the Warblers turned to each other, murmuring ideas quietly but Trent didn't bother. He just bounced on the balls of his feet, twisting his fingers together and trying not to squeal from where he stood behind Kurt and Blaine who were sat together on the couch.
The aforementioned countertenor did nothing, too, simply rolling his eyes and lifting an elegant, long-fingered hand to inspect his already perfect nails. "They're probably making out," he said nonchalantly.
Every eye in the room turned to him, a "What?" expression on every face, some even voicing the question and reminding Kurt of the fact that Nick and Jeff were best friends - not boyfriends. Kurt looked up in surprise, replacing his hand on his knee.
"Oh, come on, you guys!" he said incredulously, eyes darting from Warbler to Warbler, taking in the confused faces that each and every one of them possessed. "How could you have missed the sexual tension between those two?" he continued.
Trent couldn't help it. He really couldn't.
He was still bouncing and grinning and when Kurt voiced his question, a loud giggle forced its way past the sassy Warbler's lips. He flushed lightly as all the Warblers turned to him next (except Blaine. He was still staring at Kurt).
"See? Trent's seen it," Kurt said, pointing up at the boy above and behind him, clearly a little exasperated with the blatant blindness of the show choir. Trent giggled again and nodded excitedly. "Niff – I ship it," he stated with a big grin.
"Niff?" asked Thad. "What is Niff?"
Kurt shook his head and lowered his face into his hands. "I really shouldn't have told Trent about that…" he murmured. A nudge from Blaine and a glance at the (still!) baffled faces of the Warblers prompted him to continue.
"The New Directions have this kind of tradition. Every time a new couple is formed, they're given a name that is made up of their two names combined. For example, Finn and Rachel are known as 'Finchel'. Therefore, Niff, as Trent has decided their couple name is, is Nick and Jeff."
Trent nodded along like a bobble-head dog. "And there's Wevid, too! And Wavel!" he added. Kurt rolled his eyes fondly. Trent could be excitable at times but he was one of the nicest people you could ever meet. People tended to underestimate him – until he really sassed them. They didn't do it again.
"Lucky you, Wes, you get two," Kurt commented dryly. Wes frowned in reply, clearly not getting it. "Wes, Wevid is you and David, because, well, it's obvious, really, you're practically attached at the hip. And Wavel is you and your gavel because you're kind of obsessed," Kurt explained.
Wes and David's jaws dropped but the rest of the Warblers laughed in agreement.
"We'll have you know," David called over the noise, "that ours is an entirely straight bromance of epic proportions."
"Exactly," Wes nodded. "A heterosexual life partnership. But seriously, guys, me and my gavel?" Kurt nodded with a 'Yeah, that's unfortunate' kind of smile. "Yeah. You really are kind of obsessed, Wes." The Asian frowned.
"I'm not!" he protested, gripping his gavel more tightly. Blaine chuckled at his friend.
"Yeah, you really are, Wes. You won't let anyone touch it."
"At least I'm not entirely clueless to what's right in front of me!" he accused Blaine, changing the subject with an angry pout. All eyes began flicking between Kurt and Blaine and, upon noticing it, Kurt immediately raised his hands in surrender.
"Hey, he's the clueless one, not me," he defended himself. The Warblers glanced at each other and the general consensus was that he was right. Blaine became the sole object of focus, to his excessive puzzlement.
"What?" he asked, glancing around for some explanation from anyone. The room exploded with noise, the most prominent statement being Thad's "You mock us, sir!" However, it quietened just as quickly thanks to Wes' gavel, and Kurt looked around at everyone, realising that they were waiting for his reaction.
"See? Clueless," was all he said. Nods went around the room and Blaine would have asked what he was clueless about had Nick and Jeff not chosen that moment to burst into the room looking distinctly scruffy.
Their uniforms were ruffled and out of place, ties askew (Jeff's was particularly loose…), and their hair in complete disarray, Nick's more than the blonde boy's, Kurt noticed. He recognised this look.
It was the thoroughly-made-out-with look.
"Sorry, we're late, guys. Blondie right here took a nap and then wouldn't get up, the lazy ass," Nick said casually – too casually. Jeff just smiled sheepishly as a few laughs were heard. The council seemed to accept it, bringing order again with the gavel, but Kurt wasn't so sure.
He didn't pay any attention to Wes as the Head Councillor began talking, instead leaning over to Blaine. "Does that happen often?" he asked, gesturing discreetly with his head to Nick and Jeff on the other side of the room. Blaine glanced over at the pair who were sharing an armchair and then looked back to Kurt.
"Yeah, it's not unusual. Why?" he answered. Kurt watched the two boys for a moment as they tried straightening out their uniforms before murmuring a quick "Don't worry about it," to Blaine, who shrugged and turned back to the council.
Kurt wracked his brain to put the pieces together and it didn't take long for him to succeed; Jeff's tie loose and Nick's hair a complete mess could mean only one thing, but a wide-eyed Kurt wanted more evidence, to be absolutely certain before he said anything.
His sharp eyes scrutinised Jeff's neck as well as possible from the other side of the room, looking for the marks that would have to have been left behind. He didn't find anything and was about to give up when Jeff turned his head and drew a small portion of skin above the collar of his button-down – a portion of dark purple skin.
Kurt gasped.
Wes stopped talking immediately and asked what was wrong as Blaine and a few others looked at Kurt worriedly. The counter-tenor just shook his head, his gaping turning into a smug smirk.
"Guys," he said, with a smug air of knowing emanating from him. "I know why Nick and Jeff were late," he almost sang. Everyone frowned but it was Thad that spoke. "Jeff wouldn't get up," he said, making it sound more like a question than a statement.
"No, I know why they were actually late."
The pair in focus shook their heads at Kurt frantically. "Oh come on, you two. From the sounds of it, it's been going on quite a while; don't you think it's time you told them?" the counter-tenor reasoned.
Nick and Jeff looked at each other, seemingly having a silent conversation, before turning back to Kurt and nodding, each with a slightly reluctant but also relieved expression.
Kurt positively beamed as he clapped his hands together once and stood, gracefully moving to the centre of the room. "I was right, you guys," Kurt grinned. He looked to the sassy Warbler. "Trent, get your party poppers out, Niff is on!"
Most of the Warblers looked confused as Nick and Jeff flushed. Trent let out the squeal he'd been holding back. "What? How do you know?" Blaine asked the question that everyone was curious to know the answer to.
Kurt rolled his eyes yet again.
"Well, if the silent agreement and the lack of denial wasn't enough, allow me to present the evidence. Point one, Blaine said that it's not unusual for Jeff to nap after classes. But Jeff's in my last class of the day and didn't look tired at all. In fact, he was practically bouncing off the walls. I assumed he was looking forward to class ending but now I think there may be a different reason…"
Kurt raised an eyebrow at the pair, making his implication even more obvious.
"Point two, they were late with ruffled clothes and messed up hair. Two A, Nick's hair was messier than Jeff's and two B, Jeff's tie was much, much looser. The specifics of point two indicate only one thing but the final piece of evidence was when Jeff turned and revealed – may I, Jeff?" he asked, moving toward the tall blonde. Jeff nodded, blushing red.
"-revealed this," Kurt finished, pulling Jeff's collar away to show the rest of the room the dark hickey that wasn't quite low enough.
Kurt radiated smug as he leaned on the back of the large leather armchair the pair had taken up residence in, his hand still holding back Jeff's collar. The room burst into cheers and catcalls after a beat of shocked silence.
Kurt suddenly tilted his head curiously and leaned down to examine Nick's work. When the Warblers realised what he was doing, they quietened to hear his analysis. "Hmm, nicely done, Nick. The only ones I've seen better than this one are Britt's and Santana's."
More cheers filled the room as both Nick and Jeff blushed, although Nick showed a little pride alongside the embarrassment. Kurt backed off and the room watched as the pair locked eyes.
Nick winked at Jeff (brave, considering he was in a room full of his peers), who laughed and planted a sweet kiss on his boyfriend's lips, snuggling into him as they turned to face the rest of the room.
Kurt smiled. Seeing the two so happy together gave him hope for himself. "My work here is done," he muttered, returning to the other side of the room as the majority of the Warblers - including the council - abandoned the meeting and crowded around Niff, bombarding them with questions and congratulations.
The counter-tenor stood with Blaine and, surprisingly, Trent as they watched the Niff party commence with fond expressions on all their faces. Blaine reached over and took Kurt's hand and squeezed. "You're amazing, you know that?" he said, smiling serenely. The taller boy grinned back.
"I know," he said before a hint of sadness touched his features. "There's just one person I want to really realise it – but he's not." A hint of – something – crossed Blaine's face but his expression quickly became a comforting smile.
"Clearly he's clueless, then," he said, squeezing the pale hand in his again. Kurt laughed lightly. "Yeah, he is, but I wouldn't have him any other way," he grinned, giving Blaine's hand a squeeze in return.
They continued to grin at each other for a second and Trent stifled another squeal from behind them as they walked away, still standing a little too close for just friends and still holding hands. "Klaine will happen," Trent said to himself with a giggle. "Those two are just inevitable."
And then he gleefully skipped over to join the Niff party, pulling a few party poppers out of his pocket as he went.
A/N: So? Also, if anyone can think of a better title than 'You Name It, Trent Ships It', feel free to let me know. I just wanted to post this, so I gave it an entirely random name that has very little to do with the actual fic :L Thanks again you guys, much love to you!
~Maddy (: x