Well, here it is! I bet you didn't think I could do it, did you? But, finally, this chapter lasts more than just a few hours! YAY! In actual fact, it spans over four days (headed to avoid confusion).

I can't believe I did this, but in a previous chapter, I said that Blaine was ordering the bowties for the Warblers' Sectionals performance. I am usually so exact with dates and stuff and I just completely forgot! I meant to say Nationals, as is now rectified in this chapter. I might go back and change the mistake in chapter 6.

Thank you to I-might-BE-slighty-INSANE for being my beta for this chapter :) And thank GOD you've finally seen Season 3!

On the subject of watching Glee, I have finally caught up! I might have to shift a few things around for the next chapter, but I'll get around it. As for Season 4, this story was always going to be canon until the end of Season 3. I have read spoilers for next season, but have purposefully gone away from them (for example, I know the name of Sue's baby but have used a different name). Also, I am ignoring the hideous episode that will be 4x04. I know of a song that will be in Season 4 (I shan't say it for those of your trying to avoid spoilers) and if Kurt or Blaine sing it then I am actually going to stop watching. Yeah, I may love Glee, but I love Klaine more, and I am not going to sit and watch Ryan split that gorgeous couple up!

For Coatsy: hello! I hope you enjoy reading this when you get back and tell me what you think :D For those of you who may not know, IThinkILeftMyCoatOutside is one of the best Klaine writers on and you'd be a fool not to check out Something's Coming and True Colours. She also writes Klaine Drabbles, some of which I am uploading for her this week as she is away. Go say hi to her for me?

I shan't keep you any longer! Go, read the chapter :)

Story so far...

Following Kurt's birthday treat (having Blaine's Warblers sing for him), Blaine bumps into Sebastian, who tells him to break up with Kurt and start "something better" with him. He then ignores Kurt for fear of upsetting him with what had upset him. Having made up and kissed (yes, in that order, what of it?) Kurt and Blaine were interrupted by a fast-flying yellow-feathered creature making his bid for freedom...

-*T&C*-

Monday

"Kurt!"

"Gina!"

The pair embraced and Gina looked questioningly at her best friend's smile and, uh, feathers?

"Is that a new look you're trying out?" She laughed as she pulled several short, yellow feathers from Kurt's hair. He rolled his eyes, but his smile grew even wider. "So, you two sorted everything out, right?"

"Yeah. He told me what was wrong and, to be honest, I don't blame what he did in keeping it from me. But I'm glad we're back to how we were. Well, better."

"Better?" Gina raised an eyebrow.

"Now we've got Bocelli."

"Who?"

Kurt's musical laugh lit up the coffee room. "I'll tell you all about it later, 'kay?"

"Bill, Ben, sit down. Wayne, get your ass away from that window. Daniel, can you not keep your hands off Henry for just another five minutes? Simon, get away from Mark. And Anthony? I know we all love your clowning around, but we have a Nationals performance to prepare for! Everyone? Thank you."

There was a sound of chairs scraping across the ground as the Warblers settled. The ornate sofas had gone from the room years ago and, when Blaine had first taken up the post of director of the Warblers, he had insisted that they get standard plastic chairs. They were flimsy and cheap and they always had to have some in backup because of the regularity at which they broke. However, Blaine didn't regret his decision. It made the boys equal, and not just to each other, but to other groups. It also meant that he could no longer walk in on any heated make out sessions on the sofas (which he had seen much too much of in his first week).

Blaine pulled his own plastic chair in to complete the circle. "Firstly, I want to congratulate you all for Friday night. Kurt had the perfect evening."

"Did he get any, sir?" Blaine lost his train of thought and he had to look up into a pair of piercing green eyes.

"Thank you, Peter," he said, sarcastically. "I'd like it if you kept comments like that to yourself in the future."

"Sir!" Anthony, who had been squirming around in his chair, now spoke. "Your top button isn't done up..." His voice trailed off and he looked embarrassedly at the floor. Blaine, confused, looked down at his shirt and noticed, to his mortification, that he had a slightly purple mark protruding from beneath his collar. He hastily did his top button up, but not after he had received catcalls from the group. Way to go, Blaine. You did a brilliant job at staying professional there.

Cheeks reddened, he coughed and continued. "Anyway, Nationals. We're lucky that it's so late this year because it meant that we could work on Raise Your Glass, but now we need to concentrate. Kurt and I have out some thought into the costumes. We've decided on red jeans with grey shirts, just to mix things up a bit. I have forms here which I would like you to fill in so that I can order the right sizes. Everyone okay with that? Good. Now we need to decide on our set list. As you know, the theme this year is 'discrimination'. So, any suggestions?"

Hands shot up and Blaine stood to grab a whiteboard pen. He had grown to love the board that the New Directions used during his two years in Lima and had been desperate to implicate a similar system in the private school. He scanned the crowd of blazers before him. "Jesse?"

"Michael Jackson's Black or White?" The grey eyed boy watched while his teacher's face contorted as if in pain, then wrote the song down.

"Anyone else?"

"Everyone's A Little Bit Racist by Avenue Q?" Amos spoke up, his hyperactive nature overshadowing his usually quiet personality as the group giggled, their mutual love for the musical revealing itself.

Blaine grinned too. "Yep, we'll put that one down. Henry? Do you want to contribute?"

The black haired boy was still fighting with Daniel, as his boyfriend was trying to raise his hand. Daniel knew that Henry wanted his ideas put forwards but would always be too nervous to speak up without encouragement. At last, Henry resigned himself to his fate. "I- I was thinking Unwanted. By Avril L-Lavigne."

Blaine looked at the boy as he mentally played the song in his head. "Isn't it quite instrument-heavy, though?"

But Henry had had enough of talking. Daniel elbowed him in the ribs to get him to continue, but the young boy wasn't going to say any more. Daniel sighed, but took over. "Well, he was thinking that a lot of people here have great musical talent outside of singing, but it is never advertised. He thought it would give us a new edge that could shock the judges and he- stop hitting me - he thought we could have musicians as well as dancers." Daniel paused and gave and exhausted, wide-eyed look to his boyfriend, who was still hitting his arm in an attempt to make him stop. "I thought it was a greatidea sweets, and if you weren't going to tell them then I had to."

"Well I agree; it's a great idea." Blaine turned to the board and wrote the song down right in the centre, and did a quick doodle of a guitar next to it before turning back around. "Any more suggestions?"

"All I'm saying is that while telling a customer that clothes wouldn't suit them seems like the friendly thing to do, it doesn't do our business any good, especially not if you say 'don't go for those shorts, you wouldn't want to put those legs on show, would you?' and then precede to lead them to the plus size area of the store."

Kurt was exhausted. He hadn't stopped since he had arrived at work that morning, even having to forgo his morning coffee and only getting a ten minute lunch break. While he appreciated the need for him to train new store team members, he wished that they actually arrived with an ounce of sense. He'd never heard of the marketing tactic that said 'insult your customers freely', but if he met the person who set it he would happily go all Jeremy Clarkson on their backsides. He gave a last, exasperated look at the teenaged girl before waving her off and heading, in the opposite direction, to the coffee room.

He walked in and made two coffees, too tired to even pull the low-fat milk out of the fridge instead of the full-fat one, and collapsed at one of the tables. Gina came in and saw him, stifling a giggle. He raised his head to shoot a glare at her but she merely stuck her tongue out and sat down opposite him, grabbing one of the mugs and taking it to her lips. "Training the new recruits?" she queried.

"How d'you guess?" Kurt countered sarcastically and grabbed his own mug, gulping down the warm liquid. When it was empty, he slammed the mug on the table and collapsed once again over it.

Gina raised an eyebrow. "Right. Well. Tell me about this Bocelli while I make you another?" Kurt looked at her gratefully and she stood and took his mug to the kettle. "What happened after you left?"

Kurt lifted his body off the table and stretched his back before talking. "I got in and there was this seed everywhere. Like, lining the floor of the hallway. I followed it, and the sound of chirping, to the lounge and Blaine was stood there, looking all pleased with himself." He stretched again and heard his back click. "It turns out that my Sunday treat was a yellow canary, like the one that got us together. I told you before about Pavarotti, yeah?" Gina nodded. "Well, the new one is Bocelli. Only he's a bit too clever; he has already figured out how to get out of his cage. Twice! We thought yesterday was a fluke, but..." He motioned to his hair, implying the reason for the feathers earlier. "Blaine went to try and get a new cage earlier, before work. One with narrow gaps between the bars and a door which can't be opened by a small, feathered creature!" He grinned, then pounced on his coffee mug as Gina set it down in front of him.

"But you two have talked it over, yeah? He told you what was up?"

"Yeah, he did. But... Well, it's sort of personal and, uh, private... so..." Kurt desperately searched for the right words so as not to offend her.

"Kurt? It's fine! Hey, where would the fun be if you told me everythingthat happened between the two of you. Besides, you still haven't told me everything about the night of your birthday, so..."

"And that also goes under the heading of personal!" Kurt blushed deeply and Gina merely grinned at him, triumphant.

"Knew it! Ooh, you lucky boy!"

"Mr Hummel?" Kurt looked up to see the same girl that he had been chastising earlier. "I have a customer who wants to know if we have any Warbler socks? I told him they weren't showing up on the system but he said he wanted to talk to someone more qualified. And I was not about to tell someone that hot to just get lost..."

Kurt cleared his throat and tried to sound professional, even though now his entire face and neck were about the same shade as a strawberry and he had a grin as wide as the Atlantic on his face. "Hot, you say?"

Tuesday

"So now we need to cut the ideas down, and try out any ones that we're not sure about."

Blaine turned to the whiteboard. Sure, they were a long way behind on preparation for Nationals, and leaving work early yesterday to see Kurt probably wasn't wise given the lack of time (but, as he kept telling himself, he needed to sort out the cage anyway as he hadn't managed to do it in the morning, and was anxious of Bocelli once again making his bid for freedom and wrecking the staff room), but how could he resist the chestnut haired boy?

He scanned the songs, ranging from Lady Gaga's Born This Way to Katy Perry's Ur So Gay. "Henry, I want to give your Unwanted a try." The boy turned a bright red colour. "Who here has a skill other than singing that we could use? Anyone plays drums? Guitar? Another instrument? How about street dancing or- or anything! This should be a showcase of talent. Anybody?"

"I can play the ukulele, Blaine."

"Firstly Anthony, thank you for calling me by my name, and not 'sir' or 'Mr Anderson' or, worse still, 'Mr Blaine'. I remember a time when The Warblers were run by council members, and nobody ever called Wesley anything other than Wes. I don't think we dared to (evil gavel). So I'd appreciate it if you all followed Anthony's lead? Okay? And while playing a uke would certainly be... different, I don't think it'd really fit with the song. Nevertheless we'll bear it in mind."

"I don't suppose a clarinet would be useful either, sir?" Daniel relieved a sharp look. "Sorry, Blaine."

"I didn't know you could play."

"I don't. And OW Hen, your elbows are sharp!"

Blaine smiled sadly. "We'll, uh, think about it, yeah?"

"I can play the drums Blaine. I've been learning and would love to play onstage. Or at least have a chance to." Robert looked around to see if anyone else wanted a go. Jesse and Mark were shaking their heads reverently.

"I don't think anyone would deny you that chance, Robert. And even if they wanted to, I wouldn't let them."

Peter hugged his best friend quickly and released him before his normally emotionless eyes could shed any tears. "Can I dance, please?"

"Yeah. Is there anyone else who can do a bit of dancing? We can have many people. Amos, don't you dance?"

"Unless Millie is there, no." Amos smiled as he thought of his girlfriend. "I do ballroom and latin, and I don't think they'd be overly suitable. But, Chris, maybe? You do street, yeah?"

"Yeah, count me in." The twins giggled, remembering the last time they had seen Chris dancing, his tiny body moving at fast speeds looking ridiculous, but incredibly skilled.

"How about we try that for now? See where this gets us and add the rest in afterwards? I have the backing track, you can all sing along. If we clear the chairs then we can see some stuff from Chris and Peter. And Robert, I have GarageBand on my phone which you can play on for now as we don't have a drum kit, but I shall definitely look into getting one. Right, everyone stand back if you're not dancing and we'll see how this works..."

Wednesday

"How was work?"

"Yeah, better. They got rid of that girl. Pity really, I was beginning to enjoy her apologising to me for making eyes at you!"

"Mm, sorry, I can't help looking sexy," Blaine teased.

"How about you? Decide on anything?"

"Not really, we went over a couple of the other songs. I still think Unwanted stands out. After what happened in the rehearsal yesterday, I have told the guys to keep practising it. Henry is even coming out his shell a bit!"

"Woah, not hesitant Henry?"

"If he ever heard that you call him that, he'd go straight back to his old ways."

"Sorry." A pause. "How is the Mark/Simon situation?"

Blaine grimaced. "I think they're trying to concentrate on Nationals for the minute. But I'm having to keep them separated all the time. You know, I always thought it was Mark who initiated the fights, but now I'm not so sure. You take them apart and they both seem like lovely boys, but together... Mm, yeah, in answer to your question, the situation isn't good."

Kurt pouted. "How about we stop talking about the problems of your seventeen teenaged boys, and do something more productive?"

"What would you suggest?"

"Well..." Kurt slid off the armchair and kneeled on the sofa that Blaine was lying on. He bit his lips seductively before joining them with the curly-haired boy's. His hands stoked his soft cheeks and he felt a hand sliding up his neck to fondle his hair. Kurt smiled as he pushed his hands into Blaine's loose hair, their lips still locked. Blaine made a sound and then pulled away.

"That reminds me, I still haven't found my gel. Any ideas?"

Thursday

"So what are you going to do today?"

"Mm, I'm not sure really. Obviously I need to pack and that will take half the day, but then I also wanted to spend time with my new best friend, so..."

Blaine pouted. "I thought I was your best friend."

Kurt giggled and shuffled closer towards him in the bed. "You are, silly! But so is Rachel, and Gina, and, now, Bocelli. Besides," he knotted his arms around Blaine's neck in preparation to kiss him, "you are abandoning me in favour of a group of hormonal teenage boys."

Blaine acted thoughtful. "True... but I'd rather spend all day in bed with MY best friend."

"Aww, aren't you the cutie," Kurt said before his lips met with his boyfriend's. Their noses nudged each other in a sweet Eskimo kiss as their tongues performed an intricate dance. They paused for air. "Do you want me to pop into town later and order your costumes? I notice that, even though you may have claimed that you were visiting me in town merely on the way to the pet shop and the bowties, there is still a pile of forms on the coffee table."

Blaine smiled meekly. "I have a sexy boyfriend; can I help it if I want to skive off to visit him?"

Kurt pulled a face that said 'yeah, he's sexy and I understand your desire to skip work to see him' and then grinned. "So, you want me to?"

"That'd be great." Blaine pressed a quick kiss to his nose then pushed the duvet off himself and got out of the bed. "But now I need a shower."

Kurt pouted, trying to replicate the look that Blaine gave him which always made him give in. "So you're going to wash that gorgeous hair and then cover it with that ghastly substance?"

Blaine considered, then nodded. "Yep!" He popped the p, sending shivers down Kurt's naked back. He turned back to the ensuite and was almost in when Kurt's voiced called him back.

"Can I do it?"

"Pardon?"

"Can I do your hair? I mean, the gel has always been such an important part of your life and I've never had a share of that intimate relationship you share with it. So, if you're going to insist on wearing it, at least let me do it for you?"

Blaine considered, but only for a moment. "Sure!"

And that is how, half an hour later, Kurt was sat on their bed with Blaine between his legs, gently massaging his head.

"No, you can't get out. Look, you can give me those eyes as much as you want, it won't work! Oh, please don't give me that look."

"Kurt?"

Kurt jumped up as he heard a voice behind him and he brushed his clothes down. "I didn't hear you come in."

Blaine grinned. "I figured!"

Kurt blushed and looked around the room for a distraction. "So, uhm, are you ready to go?"

"Almost. It won't take me very long to shove a couple of shirts into a bag, will it?" At his boyfriend's horrified look, Blaine laughed. "I was joking! Come on, you trust me more than that? I did my packing last night. I just need to wash my hair, get changed, and then I'm ready to go."

"Wash your hair? And undo all the careful work that I did this morning? Can I do it again?"

Blaine bit his lip. "Well, you could. Or I could leave it..."

"Leave i- Blaine, what are you going in about?"

"You like the crazy hair and I've already spent almost a week with it like that; what difference will another couple of days do?"

Kurt screamed and flung himself at Blaine. Behind him, a startled Bocelli started flapping in his cage and cheeping. The boys laughed but didn't break apart. "I love you."

"I love you too." Blaine pulled away from Kurt a little bit so that he could look into his eyes as he spoke to him. "Now, how about I get this 'ghastly substance' out of my hair while you get Sid? And tell him we've fixed the cage problem."

Kurt nodded and pulled out of the hug, allowing Blaine to enter their bedroom and shut the door carefully behind him. Kurt turned back to the bird and walked over to his cage, crouching before it. He stuck a slender finger through the bars and carefully stroked the yellow creature's feathery back. The canary quietened and Kurt stood again, leaving the room and remembering to grab a set of keys before he left the apartment.

"So this is his food. One block should be enough, and there is apple in the kitchen to go in his cage every day, and make sure you remove the pips. Obviously just top the water up if it gets low, and make sure it is clean and unchlorinated. Come in at least twice a day and stick a CD on. His favourite, thank god, is Gaga's Born This Way, but he also enjoys Teenage Dream and why I let Blaine sing to him is beyond me. So, any questions?"

Before Sid could answer, Blaine appeared wearing a top and jeans, rubbing a towel over his hair to dry it. Sid stared.

"Dude, when I saw that the other day I thought I needed glasses. Seriously? That's your normal hair?"

Blaine grinned at his boyfriend's darkened eyes, then addressed Sid. "Yeah, this is pre-gel Blaine. Crazy, huh?"

"Can I... Can I touch it?" Sid's face was lit up in awe and Blaine just laughed.

"Yeah, sure. Why not?"

It took another half an hour for Sid to leave, his obsession for the hair waning. He promised to take good care of Bocelli, and made sure that he had the phone numbers for both Kurt and Blaine in case there was a problem. Lastly, he was given the spare key so that he could let himself in.

The boys were now sat in Kurt's car, ready to go. Blaine had known that ere was no way that Kurt would leave his baby in Columbus while they were in Lima. Besides, Kurt's car was bigger, and he didn't mind driving. The bags were in the back and they had said a last goodbye to Bocelli. Kurt pulled out of the small carpark and they headed out of the city.

"So where do you want to stop to eat? And how soon?"

Blaine glanced at the clock on the dashboard. It read quarter to seven. "Mm, we could pull into a McDonalds in about half an hour? That way we wouldn't lose any driving time."

"And have that fat go straight to my hips? No chance!"

"Oh come ooon, Kurt. One burger isn't going to do your gorgeous figure any harm. You could even have a salad if you're going to be really fussy about it? Pweeeeas?"

Kurt didn't have to take his eyes of the road to know that a strong case a puppy dog eyes was going on. "Oh, alright! But you are not going to stink up the car with the smell of meat."

Blaine grinned. "YES! One nil to the hobbit!"

Kurt sighed and shook his head lovingly. "I managed to get into town, and I put your order through for the jeans and shirts. They should come in when we get back, along with the bowties that you are so fond of."

A red light showed ahead and Kurt braked to a stop. Blaine leant forwards and gave Kurt a soft peck on the lips. "Thank you."

Kurt blushed and then stuck the car into drive as the lights went green again. "So, what do you think will be the big event this time around?"

Blaine thought. "Mmm, Artie announcing his undying love for Lauren?"

Kurt laughed. "Absolutely no way! I mean, like, that would be totally crazy. You'd be more likely for Susie to get drunk and make a pass at Joe!"

Now it was Blaine's turn to laugh. "Why is she even allowed to come? She's not even four years old and she's being allowed in to an environment with many drunk adults. Well, most of us are adults now if you don't count Brit. Susie hasn't even got as much right to be there as Beth."

"Well, as Beth is almost six, she still isn't really old enough. Plus, her mum isn't alumni of New Directions."

"Well, her adoptive mum."

"True. I think that was habit. But it's not as though Quinn gets to see a lot of her daughter, so why take her to the reunion? Anyway, Sue still shouldn't allow her daughter to come."

"Now that I agree with. So, come on, funniest reunion memory? Or just most memorable?"

Kurt pushed his lips to one side in thought. "That's a tricky one... I don't think I'll ever forget the time that Artie walked in. That was pretty... special."

Blaine nodded thoughtfully, his brain recollecting the precious memory. "How about Sugar making a pass at Mr Schue?"

"Oh god, I'd almost forgotten about that. We were lucky that Emma was pissed out of her mind and having too much of a good time with Puck to remember! She would have been furious!"

"God yeah. Hey, wasn't that the first year? When I'd only just graduated and they were coming up to their first year anniversary?"

"Yeah, I think it was. Well one thing is for sure; they're never uneventful these get-togethers!"

"Yeah. Ooh! Pull in at this one!"

As Kurt pulled in at the McDonalds driver though, Blaine's stomach gave an almighty rumble. Kurt giggled. "Hungry?"

Blaine smiled sheepishly. "Maybe I underestimated a bit."

They pulled away with two diet cokes, a honey mustard grilled chicken wrap, a grilled chicken Caesar salad, and an Oreo McFlurry. Kurt had moaned when Blaine had ordered the last item, claiming that it'd be too tempting for him, but Blaine assured him that he was really hungry and he needed something more than just his wrap.

The rest of the journey was somewhat uneventful. Every so often one of them would remember a funny incident from a previous reunion which would have them both in stitches and Kurt struggling to keep his eyes on the road for the tears of laughter in his eyes. Of course, when Blaine got around to eating his dessert, he spoon-fed most of it to Kurt, shivering at the noises of pleasure the older boy was emitting. When it reached quarter past eight, Kurt made Blaine text Finn to tell him they were about fifteen minutes away. Finn replied almost instantly. "Thanx guys. I managed 2 get prep done so all u need 2 do 2nite is chillax and enjoy urselves! C u soon"

Fifteen minutes after that, Kurt turned on to the road he knew more than any other in the world and stopped the car on the drive outside a house about halfway down. "We're here!"

Well, that was chapter 10! My first milestone! And I have you guys to thank for that. Without your kind words, I would have probably given up on this. It has caused me so much stress and I am now so Glee obsessed that I have been struggling to concentrate on anything else. And so, as a thank you, I am giving you all a gift:
For a while now I have wanted to do something to showcase a talent other than writing. I am going to create a WordPress account with factfiles, pictures, alternate chapters, etc. As for the content so far, I have done Blaine's socks, the ones he wore to RYG, as well as a couple of other things. As nothing else is ready yet, I am giving you a sneak preview of the socks as my thankyou gift. I have made it the cover photo of Snapshots, so be sure to check it out if you are interested, and more will follow!

Teehee! Now you know more about the Warblers! YAY! I have had so much fun on these characters. Two of my best friends gave me a factfile to work on for two of the characters: Amos and Jesse (thank you SO MUCH Amy and Jess!) The others are mine, but I like the fact that a bit of my friends has gone into writing this. For any of you who may be wondering, I created the characters of the twins long before I had read Dalton by CP Coulter, so no, Bill and Ben aren't based on the Brightmans (although if I ever met Evan or Ethan, I wouldn't mind becoming a bigamist!) If you want to find anything out about any of the characters before I get the WordPress site up and running, just PM me and I'll tell you a bit more about them. :)

The reference to Jeremy Clarkson springs from the incident a little while ago where he claimed he wanted all the people who striked to be lined up and shot infront of their families. To be honest, there was so much controvrsy about this at the time that I think what he actually initially said has been lost in a horrible black void, but that is the reference that i was getting at.

The Avenue Q reference? Yeah... didn't even intend for that to happen! It was only after I wrote that bit in that I typed Darren Criss into the Google search bar (as you do) and saw him at the Avenue Q premiere. I swear I only did it because the song was appropriate. Well, that and the fact that me and my friends were playing that song in our local park after we got our GCSE results.

For any of you who didn't see in the Snapshot that I uploaded last Thursday, my results went pretty well :) For any of you who may be interested (though God knows why), I got 1B, 2As and 8A*s, including an A* in English Lit that I really wasn't expecting!

I have also, finally, found a charity box (why do they always disappear when you need one, eh?) and twenty lovely silver coins went in. The charity was the Costa Foundation, which gives money to help education in Africa. Check it out if you are interested. Further money will go to different charities, so keep reviewing! A full list of reviewer-review-donation will appear on my WordPress site when I get it up and running.

IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT!

I never feel like I do enough for charities. Sure, all my old stuff goes to Cancer Research and I am always in the charity shops in my town. But I want to just go up to collection pots and put money in. So, for every review I get for this story, I will donate 10p to a charity. If you have a favourite, please let me know in your review and I'll see what I can do. Let's see how much we can donate, eh?

Well, it seems that, although I am managing longer chapters, my A/Ns are also getting longer (I didn't even think that was possible!)

If you got this far, say the name of your favourite Warbler (from what you know of them so far) in your review; pick more than one if you want!