Chapter 2 of April Fool's, in which Nick + Jeff and Wes + David get severely pranked.

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Payback: Part 1

For Nick and Jeff, it had been a normal week (of avoiding Kurt and Blaine). It had worked – there was a strategically placed (by them) giant plant pot right in front of a corridor entrance in the room the Warbler's practiced in. As long as they arrived late enough that none of the Warbler's would notice them sneaking in (and early enough so Wes wouldn't throw his gavel at them) – except Kurt and Blaine – and sat right next to the plant during the meeting so they could sneak back out again when it ended, they didn't see each other for the whole of the week.

They'd taken to hiding in the old servant's quarters – which were accessible by secret corridor – behind the Jefferson kitchen and sneaking into the kitchen for food and to steal Kurt's baked things (he had been baking a lot during that week: they suspected anger-baking, but it was really a mixture of excitement-baking and scheming-baking) and into their room for books and things. They were very cautious about this: from experience, they knew stealing Blaine's hair gel is something to regret – especially know that he's Kurt's man. Well, Kurt's hobbit.

Kurt and Blaine hadn't seemed to be doing anything, or plotting anything, they had made no signs of scheming, so on the next Saturday, a week and a day after Aprils Fools Day, Nick and Jeff were very surprised to find their room filled from top to bottom with balloons.

"What the hell?" Nick blinked, most of the room being obscured by red, blue, green or yellow.

"Nicky, why is our room filled with balloons?"

"Are you sure it's not your birthday?"

Jeff opened his mouth to snap at Nick that he couldn't even remember his birthday before realizing what he was about to do and grinning, surrounded by balloons. "Now I understand why girls get so pissed when you forget their birthdays."

"Do you think Kurt and Blaine had anything to do with it?"

"Kurt and Blaine? Fill our room with balloons?" Jeff repeated disbelievingly, surrounded by balloons. "…they do have the lung capacity for it."

"Whatever. What time is it?"

"Shit, its twenty-five to eleven!" Jeff yelped, looking at the analog clock in the middle of their double beds which were surrounded by and covered with balloons. "Breakfast is nearly finished!"

Saturday's were craved by weekend boarders of Dalton Academy, not just for the fact it was the weekend – for the breakfasts. On school days, the pupils where presented with a variety of cereal's and toast (that you had to toast yourself) but on Saturday you could pile your plate up with sausages, boiled eggs, fried eggs, scrambled eggs, poached eggs (but nobody did), bacon, more sausages, hash browns and… more sausages (if there were any left).

Both leaping out their beds, which were surrounded by balloons, they ran towards their dressers, which were surrounded by balloons, whacking balloons out the way as they went, They tugged open the top drawer, surrounded by balloons, expecting to grab some underwear only to find their t-shirt drawer.

They frowned and pulled out the second which was meant to hold the t-shirts which instead held shirts. The third held pants instead of shirts but finally the fourth was opened to reveal their mixture of boxers and briefs.

"Finally," they said together, surrounded by balloons, before laughing at the other and pulling a pair of boxers out… which was attached to another pair… which was attached to another pair… which was attached to another pair… which was attached to another pair… etc.

Nick blinked, surrounded by balloons. "Why are all my boxers sewn together?"

"You know what, Nick; I was thinking exactly the same thing."

They stayed in their positions crouched on the floor surrounded by balloons for a few seconds before running to their desks, which were surrounded by and covered with balloons, to search for scissors through the balloons. They were able to cut a pair of boxers of to wear, surrounded by balloons, but Jeff managed to grab jeans to wear and sprint into the bathroom through the many balloons before Nick could.

Nick just laughed and cursed at him jokingly, quickly starting to change still in the bedroom, surrounded by balloons.

"Nicky, no offence… you have really bad aim."

"What?" he called back, doing up his jeans, surrounded by balloons

Jeff opened the door to Nick topless, and whistled at him, grinning. "I said; no offence… but you have really bad aim."

Nick frowned, going to join him in the bathroom and noticing the yellow droplets around and on the toilet seat, without knowing it was strategically and purposefully placed yellow food coloring. "That wasn't me…"

Jeff shrugged. "Oh well. No worries. Now leave so I can change, you're distracting me."

"Alrighty, mate," Nick replied in a heavy Australian accenting, pulling on the t-shirt he'd taken with him as he left.

Thankfully, none of Nick's socks were sewn together so he was able to put them on without any mayhem, surrounded by balloons, but his shoes were a different matter.

"FUUU –" he started to yell, surrounded by balloons, before clamping a hand over his mouth. If any teacher's heard that, he would be in bigger shit, surrounded by balloons, than it felt like his foot was in.

"What happened?" Jeff asked, tugging the bathroom door, which was surrounded by balloons, open. Nick had withdrawn his foot, surrounded by balloons, and was staring at it and the mayonnaise it was covered in.

"Some bastard put mayo in my shoe!" he snapped, surrounded by balloons, as his foot dripped on the carpet which was covered in balloons.

"I can see that."

"Someone must have pranked us."

"Who, though? Wes and David?"

Nick shook his head, surrounded by balloons, peeling his mayo'd sock off, before noticing there was no light coming from the window in their room, and not just because it was surrounded by balloons.

"Why is there no light coming from the window?"

Jeff walked through the sea of balloons, surrounded by balloons, and tugged open the curtains to reveal darkness. As soon as he did this, and before they could react, there was a loud knocking on the door.

"Hey, guys! Having a nice morning?" the voices of Blaine and Kurt chorused through the door, Kurt's slightly louder than Blaine's.

"KURT AND BLAINE!" the two hollered, surrounded by balloons, and sprinted through the balloons towards the door and tugged the door open.

Some aspects of avoiding Kurt and Blaine were easier for Wes and David than Nick and Jeff, but some were increasingly harder. They had no classes together unlike Nick and Jeff, who were both juniors like the couple, and Wes wasn't afraid to throw his gavel at them if they tried anything, which they didn't – until Saturday morning.

As soon as Wes Montgomery sat up, he knew exactly what was going on.

"We've been tidal waved," he groaned to his best friend and bromantic partner, David, as he struggled to sit up.

The reason this particular prank was called tidal wave is that you couldn't walk around your room at all unless you wanted your room and you to be soaked with water from the plastic cups covering the floor. Luckily for (and smartly of) Wes, he checked the space right next to his bed before swinging his feet out, which meant he avoided stepping on the clump of plastic cups surrounded the bed around a foot thick.

It took a second before they realized what woke them up: a very loud banging on their bedroom door. There were a few more bangs before they heard Blaine and Kurt chorus, "Hey, guys! Having a nice morning?" Blaine's slightly louder than Kurt's.

"KURT AND BLAINE!" the two hollered and sprinted towards the door, soaking their whole room (including their bed) and pajamas with water, and tugged the door open.

...I really dont want to count how many times the word 'balloon' was said in the first part.

Payback: Part 2 should be up in... I have no idea. Whenever I have the time to sit down and write stuff.