It's about damn time I wrote the second chapter for this, since you guys asked for it. Apologies for the long wait. College, you know? I won't be uploading all that often (as you could probably already tell) but I'll try to always have atleast one of my five multi-chapter stories updated at all times. ENJOY!

P.S. I know the last chapter was Kurt-centric, as well as Klaine mentioning, but every chapter won't be like that. It will focus on different characters in the Warblers. But Klaine will still be there. Breathe easy.

Jeff walked briskly through the halls of Dalton, pushing passed boys here and there in the midst of the Friday rush. In a few hours the school would be very empty, as most people went home for the weekend. Jeff almost always stayed; he loved his family dearly, but two days with them drove him up a wall.

Jeff liked dorming at Dalton because it gave him the chance to become independent, something he would not have been able to achieve living at home with his strick father and his loving but overbearing mother. He had too many rules, and being at Dalton cut them in half. He could make his own schedule and stick to it, and if there was an emergency meeting in a friend's room, he could go to it. Even if he didn't want to. Or had better things to do.

Thanks, Wesley.

Jeff knocked loudly on Wes' door, not even trying to be polite. He had asked Nick four days ago if he'd like to go out tonight with him, their first official date, and Wes promptly cancelled that by demanding that they both come to his room. Jeff got the text only fifteen minutes ago. He couldn't figure out what was so urgent that Wes needed immediate action from only a small portion of the Warblers.

When David opened the door for him Jeff saw that the room was very dark. Wes apparently pulled the curtains shut and turned off all the lights. Minimal light poured in from the edges of the window, enough for Jeff to see Blaine, Kurt, Thad and Nick sitting on beds of on the floor. Kurt was leaning against Blaine ever so slightly, as if he didn't realize he was doing it. Thad paced around the room and Wes was sitting on his bed, ominous gavel in hand.

Nick was sitting cross-legged on the floor, his pale arms wrapped around a pillow. Jeff sat down next to him in the eerie silence and grabbed his hand, lacing their fingers together.

"Can you believe this? Of all days, did it have to be tonight?" Nick sneered at the pillow. Jeff leaned over and placed a soft kiss upon his forehead.

"There's always tomorrow, sweetie. This has to be important." Even as he spoke, he couldn't push away the bitterness behind his words, which made Nick giggle softly.

"Alright!" Wes hollared, causing everyone everyone jump. "I've called this emergency meeting to discuss the new installment of our predicament."

"Um, what?" Blaine muttered. His eyelids were half-closed, and Jeff knew it was because of the darkness. Darkness always made Blaine really tired.

"Our predicament," - Wes flicked on his light - "being the homophobe running rampent in our halls. There has been a new installment."

"Really? What is it this time?"

"This." Wes pulled a box from under his bed. The boys perked up, wondering what their T-shirt box was doing in Wes' room. "I confiscated the box when a Warbler brought his shirt to me in shock. I checked them all. They all say the same thing." He pulled out one of the shirts that the Warblers usually wore during their Summer trips, and held the back facing them.

"How positively classy!" Kurt spat out sarcastically. Jeff felt the heat rising on his face.

On each of the shirt backs, written in dripping red paint, were the words 'The warblers are going to hell.'

"As you can see, the Dean was right. This is a Warbler. Only Warblers have access to that supply closet in the Rehearsal room.

"But why would someone ever join the Warblers if they hated it so much? Why not stay away?" Nick asked.

"Sneaky tactics. It's like any good game of tag. Pretend you're one of them, and you can break them down faster and easier from the inside. You draw less attention to yourself, as well." Jeff said. Wes was nodding along with him.

"So what are we going to do?" Thad was still pacing, chewing on a pencil all the while.

"Here's the issue," Wes threw the shirt back in the box and sat down on his bed with a sigh. "You're all here because I know I can trust you fully. Of course, Trent and Cooper should be here as well, but they went home for the weekend. But that's it. Out of twenty-five Warblers, I only trust eight. And that bothers me. I need all of you to make me a promise."

Everyone nodded slowly, staring around the room at each other.

"Promise me that you'll keep your eyes open for anything suspicious, anyone you think may be up to something. If they seem suspicious, report it to me right away. Even if they're your friends. We have worked too hard to lose it all over one person. We can't let them win." Everyone nodded again and Wes told them they could leave.

"I cannot believe this." You could always tell when Kurt was upset because he starting walking inhumanly fast. Which was exactly what he was doing at the moment. Poor Nick and Blaine had to practically run to keep up, while Jeff simply took longer strides.

"Don't worry, we'll find out who- oofh." Jeff ran into someone and they toppled over. He found his limbs tangled with those of Casey, a Senior Warbler who had just transferred in the beginning of the school year.

"Sorry Jeff!" Casey blushed and removed himself from the younger boy, helping him up off the ground. "Really, I didn't see you there."

"Hey, no blood, no fowl! What were you running for?" Casey bend down, put his hands on his knees, and took a few deep breaths before straightening up.

"There's something...in the rehearsal room. I was going to tell Wes. Someone did something."

Dun dun dun duuuuuu! Once more, sorry this took so long. I'm glad I wrote this though, because it was weirdly fun to write. I guess I've been doing so much academic writing lately that i miss just writing for fun. Anyway, REVIEW PLEASE! Thanks for reading!