"Esteemed Council, fellow Warblers, we are proud to introduce our newest member. Let us welcome Warbler Luke!" Junior Council Member Wes proudly announced. The doors to the common room were opened, and Luke slowly made his way inside. The round of applause that followed helped give him confidence, but being the center of attention on his first day with the Warblers was slightly disconcerting.

"In keeping with our oldest and most sacred of traditions," Wes continued officially, "we hereby present you with an actual Warbler."

A warbler? Wait… Luke had to take care of a bird in order to join the glee club? He knew The Warblers were full of long standing traditions (he has silently observed them for months before getting the courage to join), but felt entrusting a bird in the care of a teenage boy may not be the most thought out of customs. Junior Council Member David carefully lifted up the cage and handed it to Luke, who accepted it reverently. He looked at the canary inside. It was tiny, a little wobbly, and its feathers looked strangely fragile.

"Meet Pavarotti," Wes told him after a minute. "He's from an unbroken line of canaries dating all the way back to 1891. And he just hatched a few days ago, if you couldn't tell."

Well that explained it. Pavarotti was just a baby. Or… a chick? Whatever the proper name, Luke had the strangest feeling that he might enjoy taking care of the bird after all. Pavarotti looked up at him, unsure of what was going on. He looked a little scared too, if Luke was a good judge of bird's emotions.

"Thank you so much," he told the Warblers distractedly, still staring at Pavarotti. "I promise I'll take good care of him."

"I'm sure you will," David encouraged, positively beaming that this arrangement had worked out so well. "Now to go over the set list for this year's sectionals. Gilbert and Sullivan has always been a crowd pleaser, so the council feels Logan should perform I Am the Very Model of a Modern Major-General from Pirates of Penzance. We are sure to win with that number. Of course, we should also perform something a little more modern as well. All in favor of a Cole Porter medley for our other number?"

A vast majority of the Warblers raised their hands at this. Luke did too, not trying to stand out too much on his first day. Deep inside though, he wondered if any of them had even heard a song from the 21st century…

Pavarotti chirped unexpectedly, and appeared to be shaking his head. Luke chuckled and wondered if Pav had been thinking the exact same thing. He looked down at his new pet, which looked right back up at him. He no longer appeared to be scared or confused. In fact, the bird seemed almost happy. Luke began petting Pavarotti absentmindedly, strangely happy himself. Pavarotti tweeted contentedly, and the two secretly decided that they may enjoy this arrangement after all.


And here is chapter 2! Yay for being on top of things! I am not sure what to submit next. Do ya'll want some happy, or some angst? I am halfway done with either. So the choice is yours! Also, this story is not in chronological order, but I feel is pretty easy to follow. I try to make it as obvious as possible when we are. Kind of like 500 Days of Summer. OMG new working title: 500 Days of Pavarotti! Yes. This is my new name for this story. I won't actually change it, but that's what I'm calling it. There's your crack crossover of the day. XD

So yeah, I hope you like the story so far! Reviews are love, but as long as you enjoy it that's all that matters.