Of Warblers and Chickadees Chapter 3: Getting Ready for Sectionals, a glee fanfic

Okay, so this is the first full-length chapter :D I hope you guys like it, and review it. Enjoy :D

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"Gentlemen!" Oswynn Ismena, head-counselor for the Dalton Academy Warblers, tried to calm the group of teenage boys. They were all buzzing with excitement for Sectionals, that were only a week away. They were full of post-Christmas bliss, and eager to get a performance put together. "I am glad to see that none of you managed to get yourselves killed over the holiday, but we cannot waste time chatting about our vacation. We need to get working, with Sectionals only a week away every second counts and-"

The senior was cut off by a rapid knock on the door. 13 heads turned toward the massive double doors, just as a tall and handsome boy in a Dalton uniform entered. He was positively stunning, with hazel eyes, high-cheek bones and light brown to strawberry blond hair that was messy in just about the sexiest way possible.

"Hi, I´m Espen," the boy said, running a hand through his hair, making it even messier, and sexier. Eight of 13 warblers wished it was their hand running through those shiny locks. The other five, just wondered what the heck he was doing there. "I´m here because of Sean´s accident."

One could almost see light-bulbs appearing over the warblers´ heads. Their secretary-counselor had fallen down a flight of stairs sometime during Christmas, and now sat with his right-arm in a cast, and had one broken rib, which gave him permission to stay home until he was healed and fit for school. Usually another warbler would be assigned the job until the original secretary was back, but apparently someone had decided it was better to let a non-warbler take on the task instead. None of the warblers could really complain about Espen being the new secretary, at least not the gay ones.

"Oh, yes, the replacement secretary," Oswynn smiled, as he remembered some teacher telling him about the exchange student that would help out until Sean was back. Espen made his way over to the empty seat behind the desk, next to Oswynn, unaware of the gazes of the warblers, who were taking him in. Aaron, the warbler with piercing´s and hot-pink streak hair, was practically drooling. Jessie, an Irish warbler with a fringe, studied the exchange student with a pleased grin. The twins, with their matching long, dark hair, measured him from top to toe, both obviously liking what they saw. The other stared with varying degrees of obvious contentment. Espen, however, remained completely oblivious to their staring.

As the rehearsal went on, most of the warblers seemed distracted, not paying nearly as much attention as they should. Oswynn caught on to it, and it annoyed him through the rehearsal. He didn´t want to say anything in front of Espen though, as he didn´t want to scare the boy away. Casually whispering to the straight-thinking(no pun intended) warblers, one-by-one, Oz planned his words for them. When they finally had the performance somewhat under control he told Espen he could leave, and turned to the rest of the group. Just to annoy their head-counselor even more, all the distracted warblers turned their heads, following Espen with their eyes as he left.

"Gentlemen!" He exclaimed, enjoying the warblers´ heads whipping around to face their clearly not-pleased counselor, who continued in a more tired sounding voice. The Warblers, who were not as interested in they new secretary, backed him up, as he song-spoke a tune, not familiar to most of the warblers. "Gentlemen."

A secretary is not a toy,

No my boy;

Not a toy to fondle and dandle

And playfully handle

In search of some puerile joy.

No, a secretary is not,

Definitely not a toy.

"You're absolutely right, Mr. Oz!" Jessie chimed in with his Irish accent clearly heard, though he didn´t sound all too convincing, as he recognized the song.

"We wouldn't have any other way, Mr. Oz!" Timmy responded, not sounding very true to his word either.

"It's a Warbler rule, Mr. Oz!" Xavier said, clearly trying to convince his fellow counselor. He didn´t listen to show tunes like the other two did, but because his room was right next to River´s, and the lead warbler had suddenly decided to play show tunes every second of every day as loudly as he could, Xavier knew the song. The straight warblers continued the song, walking around the room, each targeting two of the less rule following warblers.

A secretary is not a toy,

No my boy,

not a toy.

So do not go jumping for joy,

Boy! A secretary is not...

A secretary is not,

A secretary is not ...a toy,

As Oswynn could´t really sing, two of the other warblers, Theodore and Leon took over. Leon beginning the song, staring the twins down.

(Leon is bold, Theodore is Italics, both are underlined, and all the warblers are normal.)

A secretary is not a pet,

Nor an erector set.

It happened to Charlie McCoy, boy!

They fired him a shot

The day the fellow forgot

A secretary is not... A toy!

A secretary is not to be

Used for play therapy.

Be good to the girl you employ, boy;

Remember, no matter what

Neurotic trouble you've got,

A secretary is not ...a toy.

They had cut the song rather brutally, as they didn´t have any female members, and it was all very much and improvised performance. The non-singing warblers seemed to get the point, at least the look of shame on some of their faces indicated so.

The secretary you got,

Is definitely not

Employed to do a gavotte,

Or you know what,

Before you jump for joy,

Remember this my boy,

A secretary is not,

A tinker toy!

"So boys, our secretary," Oswynn said, sounding a bit out of breath. "Is not a toy!"

"Come on, girls! We´ve got to find our song for Sectionals!" Addison Palmer, head chick of the Chickadees, told her chicks, trying to talk them into getting ideas. She was pretty sure the warblers were way better prepared than they were. The Chickadees would´t be up against the Warblers until Regionals though, because the people in charge for some reason wanted to split the competition for sectionals into three; a girl category, a boy category and a mixed category. It only meant that they would be competing against one all boys choir, and a choir with both boys and girls, if- when they made it to Regionals. The other girls didn´t seem as nervous as Addy was. Lea May, a part-British, part-Brazilian girl, for example sat playing with her Blackberry. "Seriously, Lea, if you don´t put that thing away, I´ll smack you down like the hand of God!"

The black-haired girl rolled her eyes, but put the phone away in her bag nonetheless. Addy added a charged "Thank you", and continued ranting about how dumb they´d look at Sectionals if they didn´t bring it. The choir room at Dobry Hall looked a lot like the one at Dalton Academy. The same leather couches, same antique furniture and the same portraits of important, old (and probably long-gone) people on the walls.

"What about a Madonna song?" A girl with red curls, and lots of freckles asked.

"Or a show tune?" Angel suggested, her eyes lighting up at the thought.

"Come on, we have to be at least a little original!" Addy exclaimed, looking to the Chickadees, who still didn´t seem as interested as she was. Didn´t they get how important winning was? Maybe Addy was a bit more competitive than the other girls, but still.

"Well, our Spice Girls song at Sectionals didn´t go that well, now did it?" Elizabeth said, raising her eyebrows, and being rewarded by a sharp look from Addy. If they were ever to win that glorious Nationals trophy, they would have to choose songs with an edge, songs that made people go gaga! Addy´s mouth fell open as she realized which song would be perfect!

Espen Hennie was slowly walking around the halls of Dalton Academy, admiring the views from the windows, and the architecture. Back in Norway he had always liked looking at beautiful buildings, such as the churches. He was as always, completely oblivious to the gazes of curious, and slightly seduced students. People had told him he was good-looking before, but he could´t quite bring himself to believe them, because for all he knew they could just be saying it to comfort him. Besides, if he really was "drop-dead gorgeous", like the girls whispered back home and at public school, then why had she left him so suddenly?

Shaking away unwanted memories, Espen looked out the window, taking in the view of the sun sinking behind one of the buildings belonging to Dalton Academy. The sky was painted a soft and beautiful orange, that faded into a deep blood red in the horizon. Watching beautiful things always seemed to calm him, it always had. Watching her had always soothed him too...

"Hey there, viking," a sort of high voice broke into Espen´s train of though, as two arms were casually slung around his shoulders. Looking to his sides, he found one boy on each side of him, both of whom were just a tad bit shorter than him. the one on his right, had messy brown hair, rather outstanding ears and smiling brightly at him. The boy to his left was grinning widely as well, but this boy had unruly jet-black hair, and was pretty baby-faced. "We happened to notice how you seemed to charm our friends earlier today."

"Quite frankly," the other boy, the one with black hair, continued. "Our dear Oz is worried about it."

"And he wanted us to make sure you are conscious of your effect on the rest of the warblers." The milk chocolate-haired boy chimed in, grinning like the Cheshire cat. Espen didn´t really understand what the boys were talking about, but nodded nonetheless.

"Glad we had this talk," the baby-faced one said, patting Espen on the back before he and the other boy left, leaving Espen feeling very much confused.

To someone standing on the outside looking in, Dalton Academy might seem like quite a normal school, for quite normal boys, of course with the exception of a few odd ones. It seemed like the boys got along, and it would look like there wasn´t much love going around, due to it being an all boys school. Whoever thought so, could´t have been more wrong. Someone who didn´t pay attention, would not have noticed the way little Andy would stare after the much taller Aaron, who in his turned stared at whatever man-candy was walking by. They would´t be aware of how a certain Norwegian exchange student had effected over half the warblers either.

Walking around the halls of Dalton Academy for the first time, Lance Marshalls noticed all those things, or most of them at least. It wasn´t that he payed more attention, or put more into things than others did, but he just got those sorts of things. It was like sixth sense, or maybe a curse was more like it. Back at McKinley he had always found himself being pressed for gossip, because his ability to overhear it, was quite famed back there. Hopefully the boys of Dalton wouldn´t notice it, or even more unlikely, they wouldn´t care. The boys certainly seemed less like tattletales, but who knew. He had for sure learned not to judge a book by it´s cover.

"Boys, seriously!" Oz exclaimed, looking to the warblers, who had apparently lost their enthusiasm. Most looked back at him emptily, some even had the nerve to not even look at him. When Oz had refused to let Espen be their secretary, the gay warblers had lost interest. "Sectionals is just a week away!"

"Shouldn´t we have someone to write our suggestions down?" Aaron, the warbler with hot oink streaks in his platina blond hair, grinned endearingly.

"What suggestions?" Oz snapped back, they were just like kindergartners who had had their favorite toy taken away. "Because I haven´t heard one suggestion, this far! And Espen didn´t really help your imaginations, now did he?"

"Oz is right, dudes," Leon stood up, looking to his fellow warblers. He was much taller than most of them, about as tall as Ozwynn and his brown hair was messed up. "We can´t lose at sectionals, again." There were sighs of agreement from the warblers. "Imagine that amazing Nationals trophy." A few of the warblers looked up, clearly seeing the trophy, and wanting it. "Think of how awesome it would be to bring that thing home!" Smiles spread across the boys´ faces. "To do that, we have to win Sectionals first, and to win, we have to find a song. So, you with me?"

Cheers erupted as Leon sat down, obviously pleased with himself. Oz mouthed him a "Thank you".

"Any suggestions?"

Dalton Academy´s common rooms were just about always crowded. Warblers danced around singing, some did their homework(or at least tried to), while most just chatted and relaxed. For some reason, the warblers had decided that one of these common rooms, was a much better place to practice their harmonies than the choir room, much to the annoyance of one of they´re fellow students who tried desperately to finish his Calculus homework. For others, like Jonathan Kander and Thomas Barker, it was relaxing to listen to the singers practice.

They were doing a song in jazz tempo, many of them drumming their fingers on tables. Theodore stood, singing in a laid-back manner, while the other warblers "doo whoop"-ed behind him.

Now I'm the king of the swingers

Oh, the jungle VIP

I've reached the top and had to stop

And that's what botherin' me

I wanna be a man, mancub

And stroll right into town

And be just like the other men

I'm tired of monkeyin' around!

Some jumping up on tables, the other warblers joined in, singing more loudly. Theodore jumped up on one of the leather coaches where Jonathan and Thomas were sitting close together. He strolled causally on the backrest, while the amused couple on the couch tried to refrain from laughing.

Oh, oobee doo

I wanna be like you

I wanna walk like you

Talk like you, too

You'll see it's true

An ape like me

Can learn to be human too

"Gee, cousin Louie, You're doin' real good" Andy exclaimed, accepting the role of Mowgli, as Theodore had been singing to him. Andy´s hair was so black it appeared a shimmery blue, and his eyes were emerald green behind his thin black-framed glasses. Theo had by now jumped down form the couch, and landed in a cat-like manner on the ground, right beside the tiny junior.

"Now here's your part of the deal, cuz." Theo said, throwing an arm around Andy´s shoulder and bending to look him straight in the eye. "Lay the secret on me of man's red fire"

"But I don't know how to make fire," Andy replied, shrugging. The messy-haired warbler straightened his back, and crossed his arms over his chest as he looked down at the smaller boy.

Now don't try to kid me, mancub

I made a deal with you

What I desire is man's red fire

To make my dream come true

Give me the secret, mancub

Clue me what to do

Give me the power of man's red flower

So I can be like you

For the last refrain the warblers jumped all around, much like they used to during impromptu performances. The other Dalton students joined in as well, some a bit out of key, but mostly it was all good fun.

You!

I wanna be like you

I wanna talk like you

Walk like you, too

You'll see it's true

Someone like me

Can learn to be

Like someone like me

Can learn to be

Like someone like you

Can learn to be

Like someone like me!

Addison smiled, clearly pleased, as she gave the Chickadees their instructions as to what they were allowed to do the days before Sectionals, and what they weren´t. the list of things they weren´t allowed to do was much longer. Still, Addy thought it was only fair, because this time around, they were not going home empty-handed!

"Excellent!" Oz shouted, just as the warblers finished their last rehearsal before Sectionals. Their choreography was better than ever, their harmonies were pitch perfect, he dared say the warblers, were better than they had ever been, and absolutely ready for Sectionals. "Watch out, Sectionals, the Warblers are ready!"

So, I hope you liked this first Chapter, and I hope I didn´t go to over-board on the entire "Espen is hot"-thing xD You´ll get to know him better later on.

Anyway, the songs were:

"A Secretary is not a toy" from "How to Succeed in Business Without Really Trying", one of my favorite musicals :D

"I wanna be like you" from "the Jungle Book".

I know, Disney and musical theatre, that´s most of what I listen to. I found out today that 30% of the songs on my iPod are show tunes xD Probably more too, because I haven´t sorted though the Glee songs yet…

I am very interested in who you would like me to pair your characters up with. I have a few ideas myself, but I would love to hear yours. (I´m sorry the Chickadees are hardly in this, they´ll probably be featured more later on, I just didn´t have the time.)

Any song suggestions, plot ideas and such will be greatly appreciated, and I´ll probably use them! Songs that are not show tunes will be especially appreciated, because I mostly listen to show tunes, so if you guys don´t give me ideas for other songs, it´ll be Cabaret, RENT, Thoroughly Modern Millie and Spring Awakening from here on in!

Anybody excited for Glee? I´m seriously counting the days xD

And also, if anyone are writing a submit story and want characters, please tell me, because I love making them :D(i know that´s ironic because I ask you for characters but whatever xD)

Klainebows and Klisses

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