A/N: So, needless to say, I'm a jerk. And I can't say I'm sorry enough for leaving you all for what...almost 4 months? PATHETIC. But, here I am, back again with these crazy Warblers. I hope you guys like this update. All those prompts I got in the reviews were excellent, and I did start on almost all of them, I just haven't finished them yet. I hope to have them up soon. I'm going to try my very hardest to be more dedicated to this fanfiction, because I do love it dearly, but I can't make any promises. I'm not very good at keeping those :/

Side note, I really have NO knowledge whatsoever about the restaurant buisness, so anything that is said in here that's incorrect, my apologies.

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or Olive Garden or pretty much anything else in this fic.

"Isn't it uncanny that we all got jobs at Olive Garden at the same time?" Jeff said excitedly.

"Not really, considering Nick's dad owns the place," Thad pointed out.

"You know, I never wanted to do this," Wes complained. "I don't have time for a job. Running the Warblers isn't as easy as it looks."

"Come on, Wes. The whole 'Italian restaurant' thing goes with your race!"

"I'm Asian, Jeff."

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"Right."

"So when do we start?" David asked.

"We all five have a shift tonight, from 4-close," Nick answered.

"Tonight? Ugh, I have a hug project due Monday, I don't have time to work!"

"Well, you have 2 hours, Wesley. I'd recommend getting to it," Jeff grinned, slapping Wes on the back good-naturedly. "I'm so excited!"

"Do you think this apron is on right?" Thad asked, turning around in front of Wes. The five boys were in the kitchen, preparing for their first night on the job.

"No, stupid." Wes rolled his eyes and walked over to Thad. "I believe it goes this way." He turned the backwards apron around so it was on correctly.

"Jeff, you look extremely sexy in all black," Nick said with a wink, smoothing Jeff's button-down shirt.

"No flirting at work, Nicky!" Jeff objected, taking Nick's hands off of his chest and back to his sides. "But you look pretty damn sexy, too." They shared a grin before tying on their own aprons and getting their order pads. "I'm ready!" Jeff exclaimed.

"Okay, Jeff, you're in charge of the front room with Wes," Thad said, reading off the schedule. "And Nick, David, and I are in the back. Let's go!" The boys parted ways, some more enthusiastically than others. The first table Jeff was in charge of was occupied by a younger looking couple with two little boys. "Hi!" Jeff said cheerfully. "My name's Jeff, I'll be your waiter. Can I get you guys something to drink?"

"I want a root beer," the boy who looked about 9 requested.

"They'll both have sprite," their mom instructed. "I'll just have water."

"I want the strongest liquor you've got," the dad said tiredly.

Jeff laughed. "Alrighty, I'll be right back." He walked back to the kitchen, finding a few more chefs had arrived and David was pouring glasses of wine.

"You're underage. You shouldn't be doing that," Jeff pointed out.

"Piss off, Sterling," David said grumpily. "I already have 4 tables to take care of, and it's still early."

Jeff sighed sympathetically. "Good luck, man."

David mumbled a thanks and struggled to carry three wine glasses to the back room. He groaned internally when he saw two more tables had been filled. Thankfully, they were Thad's tables. He saw Thad walk over and pull out his order pad. David was walking over to a young teenaged couple to ask if they wanted refills when he heard a loud shriek.

"KURT! BLAINE! David, come over here, it's Kurt and Blaine!" Thad squealed.

David turned red and looked at his customers apologetically. "I'm so sorry, guys, I will be right back." The couple looked a little confused but said that was fine. David sped walk over to Thad, slapping him on the arm when he got there. "Thad! Seriously? Be professional!"

"Hey, David," Kurt greeted while Blaine chuckled quietly.

"Hey, guys! Great to see you. Sorry for all the commotion," he said with a glare at Thad.

"No problem," Kurt laughed.

"We just came to see how your first day on the job was going," Blaine explained.

"So far, extremely crappy. I've got a ton of customers, so I've gotta run. Text me later, dudes." And with that David was practically sprinting back to his teenaged couple.

Just then Nick approached the table, carrying a large tray filled to the max with plates. "Hey, former Warblers!"

"Hey, Nick," Kurt and Blaine said simultaneously.

Thad's jaw dropped. "How are you doing that so easily?"

"Been in the restaurant business my whole life, dude. I was pretty much born with it," Nick replied with a wink. "I'll catch you guys later." He gracefully got his customer's dinner served and made his way to the kitchen for more breadsticks. When he arrived, he found Wes struggling to get all his food on one tray and pick it up without spilling something.

"Wesley, I really don't think you're cut out for this job," Nick sighed.

"NO SHIT," Wes said sarcastically before exiting the kitchen, his hand shaking profusely, making the plates rattle.

Nick chuckled, sticking the breadsticks in the basket. He was about to leave when a certain blonde Warbler came in, covered head to toe in spaghetti, the bowl upside down on his head. Nick's mouth dropped open, though he was trying to hide a smile. "Omigod. What happened to you?"

"Apparently I got my 7-year-old's order wrong. He wasn't happy," Jeff added unnecessarily. "I suck."

The puppy-dog expression on his boyfriend's face made Nick smile. "You're doing fine, babe. I promise."

"I'm not as good as you!

"It's your first day, and I've been doing this my whole life. It will get easier."

"They didn't even leave me a tip," Jeff whined.

"Seriously? Well, I'll share mine with you."

Jeff's face lit up. "Would you really do that for me?" Nick nodded. "Well I actually have a better idea."

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"Guys, we have customers! Stop making out and get your lazy asses out here!" David said angrily as he refilled a coke glass.

Nick helped Jeff clean up and gave him a peck on the cheek before bringing his now-cold breadsticks out to some pretty unhappy customers.

The rest of the night went by likewise, with several more incidents like Jeff's occurring. Wes got yelled at in Chinese (which he apparently understood) and he said that it wasn't worth repeating. Thad brought back the incorrect amount of change back to his customer, which resulted in a debate on what kind of wine the man really did order. Finally Nick stepped in and paid the man the money he wanted so he would leave.

After the restaurant had been closed for about an hour, and all the tables and floors had been cleaned, the boys practically collapsed in the kitchen. David sighed and untied his dirty apron, throwing it on the counter. "I quit."

The other Warblers raised their eyebrows in surprise, but Nick merely shrugged. "It's okay, you're all fired anyway."

"Fired? But I've never been fired in my whole life!" Jeff whined.

"Babe, you've never had a job in your whole life."

"Exactly! And getting fired on the fist day of my first one is pretty pathetic."

Nick snorted. "Look, guys, my dad just said you all weren't the 'waitering' type."

Thad shrugged. "I don't really care. My family's loaded, I don't really need money anyway. Come on council," he said, referring to Wes and David. "Let's go plan the rehearsals for this week." The other boys followed Thad out, leaving their aprons and order pads on the counter.

Nick smiled when he saw Jeff look dejectedly at the floor. "Jeffy, don't be sad. You're good at lots of things, you can find another job somewhere."

"But not as a waiter," Jeff mumbled.

"I wouldn't suggest it," Nick chuckled, slipping his arms around Jeff's waist.

Jeff sighed. "Well, I'll probably just go back to being unemployed. And you can pay for all my crap again," he added with a grin.