"This is such a bad idea."
"Shhh!"
"No, seriously. This is quite possibly one of the worst ideas you've ever had."
"Oh, I don't know about that. You remember the time they convinced us to try that thing with the pixie stix, red bull, kittens-"
"And the confetti canon! I'm still not sure how we didn't get expelled for that one."
"Oh my god. I need new friends. Preferably sane ones."
"Too late, dear Nightbird. You know your life would be boring without us."
"Besides, when have our plans ever gone wrong?"
"Please tell me that was a rhetorical question."
"Your plans always go wrong. Always. You're the Black Canary and Silver Merlin. It defies all the laws of the multiverse for one of your plans to go right."
"Shut up, Mockingbird. We need to make our perfectly timed move and you're distracting us. This is why our plans fail."
"Oh my god. We are going to get caught and murdered by the public school kids. Oh my god."
"Warblers!" Enough. Pay attention to Nightbird and let's do this."
"Alright everyone, ready? Ok. Operation This-Will-Most-Likely-End-Badly is a go."
"How are you such a geek?"
"Hey! You and David decided we needed to check out the competition after the visit from the 'oh so endearing' spy. I just added a little flair to this disaster."
"But seriously, Blaine. Breaking out the superhero costumes?"
"We haven't had a mission in forever. Team Warbler needed to break out of their cage and spread their wings!"
"Dear lord. Why do we let him help plan anything?" David muttered to Wes, eyes tracking Blaine as he, Nick, and Jeff skulked down the hall darting from shadow to shadow and humming the Mission Impossible theme as they went.
"It's the puppy eyes of doom. They're his real superpower." Wes concluded decisively as David shook his head in resignation.
"Come on, guys." They heard Nick hiss from down the hall. "We need all of Team Warbler for this mission."
The three younger boys were crouched listening at the door to the backstage of the auditorium where they could faintly hear the sound of their rivals, the New Directions, rehearsing. The three looked so eager to sneak into the wings of the stage and put their spying skills to the test that Wes and David couldn't help caving in. Wes sighed in exasperation as a grin began to quirk his lips.
David threw his arm around Wes' shoulders, leading him down the hall. "Come on, Silver Merlin. They need our supervision or they're going to get us caught."
"Please." Blaine huffed under his breath, eyes sparkling with humor and excitement. "This whole situation is your fault. If we get caught you're going down with us, Black Canary."
Jeff was practically vibrating from containing himself. Nick and Blaine were not much better. David rolled his eyes. "Alright guys. Let's go. Quietly, Mockingbird." He said as Jeff squealed excitement.
Blaine, Nick, and Jeff smiled brightly as they opened the door and did diving rolls through the entrance. Wes and David exchanged small smirks and 'What can you do?' shrugs before following their friends.
Sam was about to drop as the New Directions finished running through their opening performance for Sectionals for the umpteenth time. God this was more exhausting than football practice.
Everyone looked ready to collapse as Mr. Schue pointed out a few mistakes and had them return to their starting positions. Sam groaned and everyone sighed. "Come on, guys." Mr. Schue encouraged. "We need this to be perfect. Kurt says the Warblers are amazing. You want to win at Sectionals, right?"
That got Rachel back on her feet and looking horrified that someone might out-perform her. "Come on everyone." She demanded in her most domineering voice. "I am not going to lose because you are all too lazy to keep practicing and you make me look bad during my solo."
Santana had murder in her eyes as Sam looked up from where he was sprawled on the floor. Kurt groaned and collapsed onto the stage. "We should just give up now." He moaned. "The Warblers were unbelievable. Cute prep school boys and their lead singer is an absolute dream. We're screwed. We really can't compete with their group dynamic and chemistry since we're all constantly trying to undermine each other."
This statement caused the yelling to start again as everyone started blaming someone else for their dysfunctional family dynamic.
Sam had to agree with Kurt. It was something he'd learned playing sports. Teams that didn't work together simply didn't win.
Mr. Schue opened his mouth for what would surely be yet another rousing motivational speech when a sudden crash came from backstage. Sam, Puck, Finn, and Mike jumped up and ran towards the sound. The rest of the club and Mr. Schue followed behind them.
The sight that greeted Sam's eyes was not what he was expecting. Two boys he had never seen before were tangled together in the extra ropes and curtain left backstage from the club's performance of Rocky Horror. The best part however was that the two boys in a tangled heap and the three trying to help them were all dressed in full superhero costumes, complete with capes. Sam could feel a broad grin stretching across his face. This was awesome.
"What the – "
Puck's exclamations was cut off by Kurt's high pitched voice. "Blaine?!"
The shortest boy in the blue cape turned around and flushed under Kurt's judging gaze. "Hi Kurt."
"Blaine, a little help here man." Said the blond hanging from a knot of rope. The two taller boys were trying to untangle the ropes but kept falling into bouts of helpless giggles.
"Dalton Blaine?" Asked Mercedes in a curious tone as Santana, Quinn, and Brittany eyed the boys up and down.
"Yes." Kurt huffed. "These are some of the Warblers I met at Dalton. Although they certainly showed more maturity there." He added in a grumble.
David smiled brightly. "You caught us on an off day."
"Wes gets crazy serious before we perform and we know to keep it toned down or he might snap and kill us all with his gavel." The brunet added from where he was still tangled with the blond.
"What are you doing here—dressed like that I might add." Kurt practically screeched, red in the face.
Wes shrugged. "You spied on us during a performance. We thought we'd return the favor. Fair play, you know?"
"Spies!" Rachel shrieked. "Mr. Schue, they can't-"
"Well, we did have Kurt spy on them first." Puck said with a shrug and grin.
A final tug on a piece of rope sent the two trapped boys crashing to the floor with loud yelps.
"Well, now that we've freed Mockingbird and Phoenix we'll just leave you to your rehearsal." Wes said, trying to herd the younger boys away from the group surrounding them.
"Seriously." Kurt hissed, glaring at the five boys. "I can't believe you. You are all such, such…boys." He finally ground out in aggravation. Oh, thought Sam taking in Kurt's face and bitchy tone, he's embarrassed that they heard him talking about them. Probably mostly about Blaine overhearing him.
"I thought better of you Blaine."
Sam watched as the small, curly haired boy shrunk into himself and flushed under Kurt's angry gaze. The other four boys shot sharp looks at Kurt who pulled himself up and put on his best 'bitch face'.
Sam didn't like seeing the younger boy looking so upset. He was gorgeous and Sam liked the sparkle in his honey-colored eyes when he smiled earlier. And he blushed really prettily as well.
Oh. Wow. Didn't see that one coming. Still.
"Dude." Sam cut in. "You did spy on them first. They're not hurting anything. Heck, it looked like they were having a lot more fun than we were before their secret superhero spying mission went down in flames. Lay off."
Kurt turned his glare on Sam as the Warblers looked at him gratefully and Blaine's eyes lit up and he gave Sam a blinding smile.
"It was fun." Blaine agreed. "Playing superhero is awesome. Our missions, however, always seem to end in disaster."
"That's the best kind." Sam grinned. "I love your costumes. They're very original. What's your secret identity?"
"I'm Nightbird." Blaine blushed. "These guys are Silver Merlin, Black Canary, Mockingbird, and Phoenix."
"I get it!" Sam smiled. "You're all birds. Cause you're all Warblers, right?"
"Exactly!" Blaine enthused as Wes and David fist bumped and Nick and Jeff exchanged a high five.
"That's so cool!" Sam could hear Kurt's annoyed huff behind him but he ignored it. "I love this kind of stuff. I have a costume and secret identity too. I'm the Blond Chameleon."
The five boys smiled and the rest of the glee club started to drift off and devolve into their own conversations, growing bored with the nerd talk.
Blaine was smiling at Sam and Sam could feel a fluttering kind of heat building in his stomach. Blaine's eyes were so bright and warm and Sam just wanted to keep him looking like that forever.
"Well, we should go." Wes said, clearing his throat and starting to lead the boys away. He nodded at Sam. "Thanks for the rescue."
"No problem." They turned to exit the auditorium.
"Wait!" Sam exclaimed, catching the attention of the Warblers and his own glee club.
Sam flushed and looked down, gathering his courage. He reached out and grabbed Blaine's hand.
"Would you like to see a movie with me?"
Blaine froze, eyes widening. "What?"
"Well the old theater in town is doing a marathon of the classic Superman movies and I just—" Sam paused, breathing deeply. "I thought you might like to see them. With me. And then maybe have dinner? If, if you want."
Oh, his face was so red. He knew it. Blaine was staring and gaping at him. Stupid Sam. Why would this cute boy even consider a date with you? You are such an idiot.
"I'm sorry, never mind—it was a stupid—"
"I'd love to."
Blaine's voice cut him off in his panicked rambling and Sam looked up to see a bright smile and liquid honey eyes shining at him.