The Four New Warblers Chapter 4: The Ice Inside Your Soul, a glee fanfic

Wow sorry, this is probably late...I started writing this on Saturday so I apologize for the time it took for me to post this. It's been crazy this week so please don't hold it against me. Thanks to all my readers, favoriters, alerters and reviewers. Also, thanks for all the praise, I appreciate all of it!

Okay, so I made a list of the Warblers name and their actors (actors taken from The Warblers wiki page) so you guys have an idea what they look like.

Darren Criss - Blaine
Telly Leung - Wes
Titus Makin Jr. - David
Curt Mega - Nick
Riker Lynch - Jeff
Eddy Martin - Thad
Dominic Barnes - Trent
Joey Haro - Roy
Steven Skyler - Christian
Cooper Rowe - Paul
James David - Jake
Jordan Chrzan - Louis
Brock Baker - Brandon
Jon Hall - Ryan AKA Beatz
Matt Hall - Vincent
Nelson Beato - Brock
Aaron Page - Mikey [I couldn't resist; he looks too much like Mikey Way ;)]
Cord Jackman - Tommy
Luke Edgemon - Flint
Chris Mann - Dan
Colin Benward - Chase
Jaymz Tuaileva - Johnny

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or any song mentioned or used.

Onto Chapter 4 of The Four New Warblers! Enjoy, my minions.

Rachel usually didn't enjoy spending her Saturdays in a car, driving to a school but this time around she was smiling like an idiot. She was going to try out for the solo for Sectionals. At least in the Warblers she has a shot of getting a solo for Sectionals by choice, not by default; Rachel liked a challenge. Driving in her rarely used Honda Civic since Puck had to drive Sarah, his younger sister who Rachel absolutely adored, to one of her friend's houses.

Seeing Dalton up ahead, Rachel put on her blinker and turned into the school's front gate entrance. Flashing her visitor pass, Rachel was quickly escorted into the large school. Smiling as a thanks, Rachel parked in the spot closest to Windsor but not to far from the main building, where the Warbler room was located. She rushed quickly forward, determined to get to the Warbler room before Wes, David and Thad. Rachel wanted to impress them; she wanted to show them that she really wanted the solo even if they did already know.

She made her way down the long hallway and entered the room. Just to her luck, no part of the Warbler counsel was present. Rachel went after her voice warm-ups once and did a quick run-through of the song she was singing. The song was perfect; it was deep and explained her feelings towards a certain someone. Plus, she had great range and tone while she was singing it. That was just a plus.

The door opened and shut quickly. Rachel spun on her heel and smiled at Wes as he took a seat on the couch closed to her. He offered her a small smile in return that didn't reach his eyes. Rachel sighed.

"You want to tell me what's wrong, Wesley?" Rachel demanded, eyebrow raised and arms crossed knowingly.

Wes sighed. "I shouldn't be surprised that you could tell. Blaine always told me that it was never hard to figure out when something's upsetting," he replied, laughing humorlessly.

Rachel smiled sympathetically and took his hand into her small one. "You wanna talk about it?" she asked gently.

Wes shrugged in return. "Not really…well not yet anyway. Eventually. Maybe. Probably. I don't know."

Rachel moved to pat his shoulder. "You should talk to David, you might be able to help," she said, noticing how Wes froze up when she mentioned David's name. "Oh, it's about David, isn't it?"

Wes looked down at his lap where his hands were folded.

That's all Rachel needed. "I'll take that as a big fat yes," she quipped, studying the other, other Asian. "I must be something big, hm?"

Wes nodded solemnly, still not picking his eyes up to meet her warm chocolate ones.

"Wes, look at me. Wes, look up at me, please! Wesley Jonathan Montgomery, fucking look at me or else!" Rachel pleaded with Wes.

Finally, very reluctantly, Wes looked up at her, staring her straight in the eyes, tears streaming down his face, eyes red and puffy from crying. "Can we talk about this later, Rachel?" Wes snapped, wiping his tears away furiously.

Rachel sighed and rubbed Wesley's back. "Sure thing, sweet thang," she attempted to cheer him up, which didn't exactly work out as well as she had hoped but at least she got a smile out of the dark-haired boy.

Wes rubbed his eyes twice more and took his seat at the Warbler Council desk. Thad came in shortly over that with a folder tucked under his arm. He smiled at Rachel and sat next to Wes at the desk. David was the last to arrive, slightly groggily and a tad bit frazzled.

"Sorry I'm late," he mumbled and then gave Rachel his attention, the other two Warblers doing the same.

"Um, okay then…I'm Rachel Berry (Thad and Wes rolled their eyes) and I'll be singing Jar of Heart by Christina Perri."

No, I can't take one more step towards you

'Cause all that's waiting is regret

Don't you know I'm not your ghost anymore

You lost the love I loved the most

I learned to live half alive

And now you want me one more time

And who do you think you are?

Runnin' 'round leaving scars

Collecting your jar of hearts

And tearing love apart

You're gonna catch a cold

From the ice inside your soul

So don't come back for me

Who do you think you are?

I hear you're asking all around

If I am anywhere to be found

But I have grown too strong

To ever fall back in your arms

And I've learned to live half alive

And now you want me one more time

Dear, It took so long just to feel alright

Remember how to put back the light in my eyes

I wish I had missed the first time that we kissed

'Cause you broke all your promises

And now you're back

You don't get to get me back

Who do you think you are?

"Thank you for that Rachel," Thad said smoothly, a grin on his face. "We'll let you know if you made semi-finals on Tuesday."

Rachel smiled, teeth and all. "Okay, thanks Thad!" she replied happily and them practically skipped out of the Warbler room. She could hear the Warbler Council chuckling at her antics.

Rachel continued her skipping until she reached Windsor House, where she stopped to open the door that led into the magically crazed world of the Windsors. She stopped to say hi to Christian, a Warbler that she knew since Kurt had came to Dalton who had came down with pneumonia and was ordered to stay in bed for the next two weeks.

"Hey, how are you doing, Chris?" she asked, keeping her distance. "I'd hug you but I kind of don't want to get sick."

Christian smiled weakly. "Understandable," he mustered. "I'm getting better, how about yourself?"

"Good. Just got back from my audition for the solo for Sectionals," Rachel explained. "I really hope you're feeling better, Christian. We need you for Sectionals."

Christian barked out a small, wheezy laugh. "You keep telling yourself that, Rachel."

"Oh come on, it's true, don't be so modest," Rachel smiled. "Well, I hope you're feeling better because I need my sane Warbler back. I hear that Nick and Jeff are planning something…something big and scary that be potential scar a few people for life."

The dark-haired boy laughed at his fellow Warbler's dramatization of the situation. "Isn't that a typical Jeff and Nick plan?" he asked, shaking slightly with laughter.

"I guess so," Rachel half-smiled.

The door to Christian's room opened and Flint ran in, face dripping with sweat and completely flushed. He swiftly locked the door and ran into his bed, diving up the covers.

"Uh, Flint?" Rachel asked incredulously, looking bewildered.

"Nick-k-k a-and J-Jeff-f…a-attack," Flint managed to wheeze out and then collapsed onto the bed.

Rachel rolled her eyes. "I guess I better go out there and put a stop to their idiocy," she huffed.

Christian chuckled and flashed Rachel a smile. "I guess so," he agreed.

"Ugh!" Rachel frowned. "Feel better Christian and tell Flint to take it easy when he wakes up. I'll see you guys later."

And with that, Rachel unlocked the door and marched out of the room and into the hallway. She stomped down the stairs and into the main hallway. It looked like a freaking war zone in there. Fallen bodies everywhere and people coming to aid them. When Rachel got her hands on those two, they were dead. DEAD!

All of the sudden, Rachel felt a sharp pain right in between eyebrows. She lifted her eyes to see a Nerf dart right in between her eyebrows and hear Jeff congratulating Nick. Oh, they were completely dead. Even when they were already dead, Rachel was going to kill them.

"Are you fucking kidding me, you asshole?" Rachel screeched and lunged after them. "You two are so dead!"

"Nick…Nick! Run!" Jeff shouted and started to retreat, Nick hot on his heels. "Someone help us!"

Scared to get run-over, the boy of Windsor moved out of the wild goose chase. Jeff tripped over Paul's foot, causing him to fall and tumble to the ground.

"Jeff!" Nick shouted, prepared to stop for his best friend.

"Go on without me!" the blond shouted dramatically.

"No, I can't!" Nick replied, equally dramatic.

"Go, Nick! Leave me behind!" Jeff argued.

Nick opened his mouth but said no words and then just took off. Rachel stopped running to catch her breath when she heard Nick shout, "Beatz! Hide me!"

Rachel just shook her head and laughed. She followed Nick's voice and then heard Beatz hiss, "Nick, get off of me! We have guests."

Rachel stopped short when she saw who the guests were. "No! Rachel's gonna kill me! She probably already killed Jeff! We hit her with a Nerf dart!" Nick cried, hyperventilating.

"Yeah, well you deserved it. You know how much she hates those damned things," Beatz retorted, not noticing his guests shock-stricken faces.

Beatz averted his gaze from Nick to Rachel, who was at the end of the hall. "Looks like you're out of luck, Nick. Oh hello there Rachel," the blond smirked.

"Uh, hey Beatz…" she waved awkwardly, pointedly avoiding eye contact with the people staying next to the Warbler's resident beat-boxer. "Nick, you can come down now. And no, I did not kill her best friend. You can go back to him now."

Nick hopped off of Beatz and then started a full-on sprint towards the kitchen, where Jeff was currently lying. Beatz and Rachel shared an eye roll. "Crazy jackass," the blond muttered, Rachel snickering in agreement.

"Anyways, hey Rachel, you know these guys, right? Can you take them up to Kurt and Blaine's room for me?" Beatz asked, oblivious to the discomfort that was clearly shown on Rachel's face. "They wandered into Stuart by accident and I gotta get back before Vinny sets the kitchen on fire again. Thanks Rach!"

Rachel sighed and waved good-bye to Beatz as he left. She then turned to the 'guests' and frowned. "What the hell are you guys doing here?" she hissed.

"I was just about to ask you the same question," Santana snapped back.

"I'm Kurt's best friend, unlike any of you, I was there for him when he decided to transfer to Dalton," Rachel retorted.

"Whatever. Just let us see Kurt," Quinn said, trying to keep the peace.

"Fine but I hear that you guys did anything to upset Kurt, I have Sue Sylvester on speed-dial," Rachel glared at Santana, Quinn and Mercedes.

"White girl, just take us to my favorite white boy," Mercedes said impatiently.

Rachel rolled her eyes and led them to the main hallway, which was now clear of fallen bodies, except for Zach, who fell asleep during the Nerf war. Rachel caught sight of Nick sitting next to Jeff, who were laughing and nudging each others. Rachel smiled at the sight and they waved to her. She waved back and was urged forward by the trio behind her.

Rachel motioned for them to follow as she went up the stairs. They passed by Flint and Christian's room right and Flint was coming out of it. He waved to Rachel and she nodded in return. A few more doors down was Kurt and Blaine's room. Stopping at the door, Rachel turned to them. "Say here," she said.

The petite brunette opened up the door and slipped through the small crack, closing it behind her. Blaine was in the midst of getting dressed while Kurt was nowhere to be found. Blaine let out a small yelp when he noticed that Rachel was standing the room.

"Knocking would've been nice," he quipped as he buttoned his white button-up that looked so nice with his Dalton uniform.

"Yeah, well it's too late for that," Rachel said. "Anyway, I'm looking for Kurt; where is he?"

"I think he went to the mall with Dan. Something about getting something for Dan's girlfriend," Blaine responded as he put on his navy blue blazer.

"Thanks Dapper Duck!" Rachel said, kissing the boy on the cheek.

The curly boy chuckled as she left. Once Rachel closed the door, she faced Santana, Mercedes and Quinn. "Kurt's not here. He's at the mall with one of his friends. Sorry," Rachel said and started to walk away.

"Hold up Berry," Santana snapped, grabbing her arm so she was forced to stay in place.

"What Santana?" Rachel snapped, glaring at the Latina.

"Fuck you, you little bitch," she spat and then walked away, Quinn and Mercedes following her.

Rachel clenched her fist and reminded herself that she throw it back in their faces at Sectionals.

Kurt walked into Victoria's Secret with Dan, who was awed-struck by the gay boy's boldness. Kurt wrinkled his nose at his friend distastefully. "What?" he finally asked when Dan's expression never changed.

"Nothing, it's just…you just like waltzed in here like you didn't care that this is a women's underwear store," he replied.

Kurt rolled his eyes. "I come in here all the time with Rachel and sometimes with my step-mom," the blue-eyed blue explained.

Dan's jaw dropped. "And they let you?" the brown-eyed boy asked.

Kurt rolled his eyes once more and pulled Dan towards the body care section of the store. "Yes Dan, they let me shop here," Kurt said, picking up a bottle of perfume and sprayed it. "What do you think?"

"Mm, smells good. Can we buy it?" Dan asked, getting a waft of the perfume.

"Yeah, just go to the counter and buy it. I'll be right there, I need to get something first," Kurt said, directing Dan to the check-out counter.

Once Dan was gone Kurt went back into the main store and looked through the displays. Once he found what he was looking for, he put it back where he found it and made a mental note of it.

Kurt walked back to the counter where Dan was standing being questioned by an older version of Snooki, spray-tan and all. Dan looked completely nervous and when he noticed that Kurt was standing next to him, he looked at him pleadingly.

"Is this for your girlfriend?" the lady behind the counter asked Dan once more.

"Y-Yes, it is," he managed to stutter out.

Older Snooki narrowed her eyes. "What's her name?" she asked suspiciously.

"Mandy, her name is Mandy," Dan muttered.

The orange woman sighed and handed Dan the perfume in a box. "Enjoy sweetie," she said.

Dan nodded shakily and as soon as Older Snooki let go of the box, he bolted from the store. Kurt rolled his eyes and followed Dan back into the crowds of people at Westerville Mall.

"Are we done shopping?" Dan whined as Kurt fell into step with him.

"That's up to you," Kurt replied. "The only thing is is that I have to be back at Dalton by one o'clock for my audition."

Dan checked his watch. "Well it's twelve-thirty right now and the drive is give or take about fifteen minutes back to Dalton. So that's about twelve-forty-five when we get back and I'm so done with shopping for right now so let's hit the road."

Kurt rolled his eyes and started towards the exit that they came in through. "I hope there isn't a lot of traffic," he said.

Dan nodded in agreement. "And that you're there on time for your audition. You know how much Thad hates to wait," Dan agreed.

The ride back was respectively fifteen minutes and filled with ramblings about everything and nothing. Kurt really liked spending time with Dan; he was down-to-earth and a lot different from the rest of the Warblers. As a straight man, he was extremely comfortable talking about Kurt's "gay crush" on Blaine and how they were eventually going to get married and have "gay babies" if Blaine eventually finds the courage to ask Kurt out.

Kurt didn't even realize they were at Dalton until he caught sight of the front gates. He turned into them and sighed.

"Well that was fun," he said to Dan as he flashed his Dalton ID at the security guard. The gate opened and Kurt drove into the front entrance of the large private school.

"Yeah, it was," Dan smiled. "Thanks for coming with me. I think I just found my new gay best friend."

Kurt playfully punched him in the arm. "Oh please don't become one of those people," he begged the brunette.

"No promises," Dan replied, sticking out his tongue.

Dan and Kurt said their good-byes and Kurt went off into the Warbler room. David, Wes and Thad were all waiting there, hands folded on the table. Kurt smiled politely at them. "Kurt Hummel, I'm singing How Far by Martina McBride." The blue-eyed boy opened up his mouth to sing.

There's a boat, I could sail away

There's the sky, I could catch a plane

There's a train, there's the tracks

I could leave and I could choose to not come back

Oh never come back

There you are, giving up the fight

Here I am begging you to try

Talk to me, let me in

But you just put your wall back up again

Oh when's it gonna end

How far do I have to go to make you understand

I wanna make this work so much it hurts, but I just can't

Keep on giving, go on living with the way things are

So I'm gonna walk away

And it's up to you to say how far

There's a chance I could change my mind

But I won't, not till you decide

What you want, what you need

Do you even care if I stay or leave

Oh, what's it gonna be

How far do I have to go to make you understand

I wanna make this work so much it hurts, but I just can't

Keep on giving, go on living with the way things are

So I'm gonna walk away

And it's up to you to say how far

Out of this chair, or just across the room

Halfway down the block or halfway to the moon

How far do I have to go to make you understand

I wanna make this work so much it hurts, but I just can't

Keep on giving, go on living with the way things are

So I'm gonna walk away

And it's up to you to say

Yeah I'm gonna walk away

And it's up to you to say how far

Thad, Wes and David clapped for him and he bowed slightly, chuckling a bit. "That was awesome Kurt," David complimented. "You have a great vocal range!"

Wes and Thad nodded in agreement. "We'll tell you on Tuesday if you made the semi-finals for solos. You'll be performing in front of the Warblers if you do," Wes said, smiling at Kurt.

Kurt smiled and nodded. "Thanks guys, I'll see you later," Kurt said, parting from his three friends.

"Bye Kurt," they chorused back and began to compare notes.

Kurt walked calmly to Windsor House, which was a madhouse, as usual. Nick and Jeff tricked Trent, Roy, Brock and Mikey into an intense game of Hide-and-Seek Tag while Francis attempted to make stir-fry while Flint was trying to make something to bring up to Christian. On the other hand, the upstairs was unusually quiet. Kurt decided it was safer to just escape to the upstairs of Windsor before Nick and Jeff try to force him into playing a round of Hide-and-Seek Tag with them.

Kurt ran silently up to his room where Blaine was studying and singing softly under his breath. He turned when he heard the door close and smile. "Hey Kurt," he greeted politely. "How was shopping? More importantly, how did your audition go?"

Kurt smiled slightly. "Shopping was good, Dan and I picked out this nice perfume for Mandy, she's gonna love it," he gushed. "And my audition, well I don't know if I should tell you, I mean you are my competition. But I'll tell you something, they clapped."

Blaine laughed. "Fair enough," he surrendered, holding out his hands in defeat. "I guess I shouldn't run my song ideas by you then."

Kurt raised an eyebrow at that. "Oh please do," Kurt smiled, sitting down in front of Blaine, on top of his desk. "It's not like it would make a difference. I mean, I already finished my audition and I doubt I'll go to the semi-finals, considering I've only been a Warbler for about three weeks."

"Fine, since you're so good at convincing me, I'll tell you," Blaine said, a playful smile playing on his lips. "I'm thinking either Animal by Neon Trees or Nine in the Afternoon by Panic! At the Disco. I'm having a hard time deciding."

Kurt nodded approvingly at the choices. "Both of artists have similar voice tone," Kurt said thoughtfully. "I think Nine in the Afternoon would be a little bit easier for you to sing because the vocal range is exactly like yours but I'd really have to hear you sing it to really determine my answer."

Blaine nodded. "I agree but there's high parts in both songs. I'm pretty sure Nine in the Afternoon has a greater number of higher parts," Blaine said.

Kurt shrugged. "Whatever song you think you could sing better is the song you should sing," Kurt told him.

Blaine nodded. "I guess you're right," he agreed. "Anyway, what song did you sing for your audition?"

Kurt twisted his lips to the left side of his face, contemplating on whatever or not to tell Blaine his song selection. "Uh, well I did How Far by Martina McBride," the younger boy admitted.

Blaine sucked his lips into his mouth and nodded slightly. "Nice, I like it," Blaine finally said.

"So, what are you studying for?" Kurt asked, swinging his legs.

"Ugh, don't remind me. Goldstein is giving my Calculus class a 'prep exam' on Monday," Blaine groaned distastefully.

"That sucks," Kurt smiled slightly.

"Yeah, it does," Blaine grunted. "Oh and by the way, Rachel came around today looking for you. You should probably call her."

Kurt nodded and whipped out his white iPhone and speed-dialed her.

"Whatcha need, Beyonce?" Kurt heard Puck's voice over the phone.

"Puckman? What in the world are you doing with Rachel's phone?" Kurt asked.

"Berry's cooking me dinner at the moment. She told me to answer it," he explained.

"Why the hell is she cooking you dinner? You two aren't married yet," Kurt said, rolling his eyes.

"What do you mean by 'yet', Hummel?" Puck grunted into the phone.

"Oh calm down, get your boxers in a twist, Puckerman," Kurt quipped and he heard Blaine chuckling in the background. "Anyway, can you put Rachel on the phone? I need to talk to her about…things…"

"What type of 'things'?" Kurt could practically hear the smirk in Puck's voice.

"That's none of your concern, Noah," Kurt retorted. "Just put your almost girlfriend on the phone or else I'll have her cut off your balls in your sleep."

"Fuck, fine," the mohawked boy grumbled into the phone and must've handed it to Rachel.

"Hey Kurtsie! What can I do for you?" Rachel greeted happily.

"Hey Ray," Kurt smiled at hearing the sound of his best friend's voice. "Blaine said you came by earlier."

"Oh right, that…Um, when I was at Dalton because I had my audition earlier today and well I went to Windsor after that where Nick and Jeff had planned a Nerf ambush. And then they hit me in the head with one of those stupid Nerf dart things and I started to chase them. Anyway, Paul tripped Jeff and he fell but Nick kept running and then he climbed on top of Beatz because he was in Windsor at the time and yeah…" Rachel trailed off, clearly missing a part to the story.

"I don't see how that would involve Blaine telling me that you were looking for me," Kurt raised an eyebrow.

"Um, well…you see, uh, Santana, Quinn and Mercedes came to Dalton and well they were with Beatz because they wandered into Stuart because of their inability to read signs and well Beatz left me with them because he was afraid Vincent was going to light the kitchen on fire by accident again and they made me bring you to your room. You weren't there but Blaine was so I asked him and he said that you were at the mall with Dan so I told them to go home and Santana said 'fuck you' to me and then the three of them just left," Rachel rambled.

"She did what?" Kurt heard Puck screech on the other line of the phone.

"Noah, Noah, calm down!" Rachel commanded him.

"Rachel! You should've called me sooner! I could've something!" Kurt protested.

"No Kurt, you couldn't have," Rachel argued. "Whatever, how was your shopping trip with Dan? Buy anything nice that I could potentially borrow?"

Kurt sighed and excused the topic change. "Dan got Victoria's Secret perfume for his girlfriend and I didn't get anything. Dan didn't want to stand on the lines," Kurt rolled his eyes at the memory.

"Yeah well I'm in desperate need of a shopping spree so we can go next weekend. Plus I have to find something to substitute for the Dalton uniform for Sectionals," Rachel said.

"Oh thank god. We haven't been on a shopping spree in forever and it's completely overdue. It will be just me, you and the Wicked soundtrack," Kurt smiled at the idea.

"Sounds good, Kurt," Rachel said. "I'll talk to you tomorrow, Kurt. Noah and I's dinner is ready. I'll text you later."

"Have a good night, Rachel," Kurt laughed and ended the conversation.

Blaine was walking towards to door as Kurt laid on his bed. Kurt waved at Blaine and laced his fingers togethers behind his head, squeezing his eyes shut. He sighed contently before falling into a deep, dream-filled sleep.

After Kurt fell asleep, Blaine walked down the stairs and into the senior commons where David was lounging, reading a book in French. The shorter boy stopped and gave David a long look. The dark skinned boy looked up at Blaine and smiled.

"You know that you're a little creeper Blaine, right?" David said, smiling.

Blaine didn't reply and just keep staring at David. He stared back, refusing to blink. To David he thought it was just another random staring contest between the two of them but for Blaine, it was different. He searched David's eyes for any signs of guilt, trying to find just the slightest amount.

When Blaine blinked, David suddenly cheered. "Haha bitch, I win!" he shouted, probably disturbing the rest of the surprising peaceful Windsor house. Blaine just continued looking at him.

"Okay Blaine, this is getting really creepy now," David said uncomfortably.

Blaine didn't respond, again. Instead, he cocked his head to the side thoughtfully. "Blaine, man, this isn't funny anymore. What's up?"

"Why did you make Wes cry?" Blaine asked, no, demanded. "What the hell did you do to him?"

"What do you mean Wes was crying?" David asked, not meeting Blaine's eyes.

Blaine glared at him. "You know exactly what I mean," Blaine shot back darkly.

David sighed and turned away towards the window. "Just leave alone Blaine," David pleaded.

"No, David, I can't! I can't because Wes came to Kurt and me hysterically crying and I know it has something to do with you! For Wes' sake, please just talk to him! I can't stand seeing him like this!" Blaine yelled, his face turning bright red. "David, Wes needs you more than ever right now. I don't know what's bothering him but you do so please, please do yourself and him a favor and just sit down and talk."

"It's not the simple, Blaine!" David shouted back.

"What's not simple, David?" Blaine spat. "Please fucking enlighten me on what's not simple about talking about!"

David glared at Blaine. "You don't know Blaine. You just wouldn't get it," David said, try to withdraw himself from the situation. "It's not the same with you."

"What's not the same, David?" Blaine pleaded. "If I knew maybe I could help."

"Blaine, just please, please leave it alone," David pleaded with the curly haired boy. "I doubt Wes is ready and I sure as hell am not either."

"Ready for what?" Blaine asked, completely oblivious to David's message.

"You'll figure it out someday," David said and stormed out of the senior commons, ready to burst into tears, leaving Blaine standing the middle of the room hopelessly confused.

Song credit: Jar of Hearts - Christina Perri and How Far - Martina McBride.

Okay, loong chapter! I still feel bad for poor Wesley :'( He's so adorable and the whole angsty thing just doesn't work for him or David! D;

More of the OOC Warblers next chapter and Matt and Mike will be featured as well as some Puckleberry goodness!

Next up on The Four New Warblers:

More Sectionals solo auditions, Wevid confusion with Blaine in the middle of all of it, drama between New Directions and the Warblers, a phone call to Rachel from Rachel's fathers and the replacements in New Directions are being revealed! Stay tuned! Sectionals is coming up soon ;)