Random. Stupid. Somehow got inspired from the "Misery" performance

"Are you going to the Warbler Gathering next Tuesday?" Wes asked Blaine.

"Maybe," Blaine replied

"Are you making anything?"

"I don't know, maybe I'll—,"

Thad walked in brushing leaves off of his coat.

"Idiots!" he exclaimed taking a seat at the same table.

"What happened to you?" Blaine asked.

"Ask the blonde and the brunette," Thad said pulling a branch out of the back of his blazer, "I swear I want to kill them."

"What'd they do?" Wes asked.

"Nick went apple picking over the weekend with his family. He invited Jeff, but Jeff got sick. So, and I must say moronically, Nick decided to 'recreate' the apple picking experience," Thad explained, "he told Jeff that there was an apple tree outside of the school, which there is, and they started to pick apples. But of course, Jeff had to be a child and want the one no one could reach."

"How are you involved?"

"I'm getting to that Blaine! Anyway, they called me out because they figured I was the lightest Warbler, lifted me up on their shoulders…and I got caught in the tree," Thad finished.

"Wow," Wes said.

"I suggest punishment fellow councilman," Thad said.

"I don't think that's a good idea," Blaine said.

"Why not? I'd enjoy it."

"Remember the last time you guys punished them? They ended up blasting 'Party Rock Anthem' to get out of it," Blaine explained.

"He's right," Wes said, "what do we do?"

"We'll let them off with a warning," Thad said getting up, "now if you'll excuse me, I need to shower. I smell like damn red delicious apples!" With that, he left.

"No," Jenna said.

"It's just a fall gathering," Blaine pursued.

"I refuse."

"You could bake cookies."

Jenna looked up from her copy of InStyle, "fine. But what may I ask, are the others bringing to the table?"

"I don't know, fall stuff? I know Nick and Jeff are making an apple pie," Blaine said recalling the event.

"Well, if I'm going to make these cookies, I should do it now," Jenna said getting up and putting on her coat.

"You coming?" she asked.

"Where?"

"The store! I don't have any cookie baking supplies…or a driver's license! Let's go!"

Wes was putting the finishing touches on the layout for food.

"Alright, we are set!" he said happily.

"Thank God," Davis said grabbing a plate. Wes immediately took it from him.

"Hey!"

"We have to wait until everyone arrives!" Wes said, "It's not 'first come first serve'."

"Fine. But when I die of starvation, I'll have my family bill you for my funeral." David walked away and returned to a seat on the couch. Blaine and Jenna walked in and were abruptly greeted by Wes's sister.

"Hey," she said.

"Hi Jess," Jenna said.

"Did you get taller?" Jess asked.

"I don't know!" Jenna said rolling her eyes. She walked over to the table and placed the cookies down after swatting David and Jess's hand away.

"Ready for a disaster?" Wes asked.

"How is this going to be a disaster?" Blaine asked.

"Oh please," Jenna said, "every holiday we celebrate ends in disaster. Easter, Halloween, Thanksgiving, Hanukah, Christmas."

"Jenna, we aren't Jewish," Blaine said.

"I know. But it would be if we were."

"This isn't a holiday!" Wes said with stress building up, "it's a social gathering. Of Warblers, friends, family, the Headmaster."

"He's coming?" Blaine said.

"YES! THAT'S WHY EVERYTHING HAS TO BE PERFECT!"

"Jeez."

"So no hurting people…Jenna," he said shooting a glare at her.

"I'm so scared of your Evil Asian Powers," Jenna said sarcastically before walking away.

"I need to hit something," Wes said.

"Just breath. It'll be fine," Blaine said.

"Not when I die of starvation!"

"SHUT UP DAVID!"

The common room became filled with other Warblers, teachers and some New Directions kids.

"This is nice," Kurt said.

"Yeah, but Wes thinks otherwise," Blaine said.

"He did seem a little stressed."

"You have no idea."

Jenna was drinking some cider when all of a sudden, Kendall, Dalton's Newspaper editor, snuck up behind her.

"Hello Jennifer," he said. Jenna almost choked on her drink.

"Don't call me that!" she exclaimed.

"Okay, Jenny, what did you bring to the table?"

"One, my name is Jenna, two I made cookies," She said.

"The ones with the leaves?" he asked excitedly. She nodded. He took out a pen and pad, "did you poison them?"

"No," Jenna said. Nick and Jeff walked over.

"What are you doing here?" Nick asked Kendall.

"Reporting. Now shh! I'm doing a story on how Jenna poisoned the cookies to kill you all," then he gasped, "'To Kill A Warbler'! Perfect title!"

Jeff grabbed his throat, "you monster!" he said to Jenna.

"Kendall, you're not even a Warbler. Go away," Nick said.

"Fine!" Kendall walked away. But that didn't stop Jenna from picking up an apple to throw at him. He ducked and it hit the Headmaster. As he fell to the ground unconscious, Jenna's eyes widened and she covered her mouth.

"I think I should run," Jenna said.

"You should," Nick said. Jenna ran and hid behind the council desk.

"Right when I was going to say, 'no disaster yet! Jenna was wrong'," Blaine noted.

"She throws hard," Kurt said. Blaine nodded.

"Yeah, but last year she hit him with a grapefruit," he said, "they don't have a good relationship."

"I've noticed."

The Headmaster started to come through, "who hit me with an apple?"

"Kendall!" Jenna shouted.

"What? No I did not, Mr. Gorman, I'm a good student—

"Detention! And you can forget about the article," Mr. Gorman said.

"Fine! But I'm taking a cookie," he said grabbing one and leaving. Jenna stood next to her brother.

"If he accused me of poisoning them, why did he take one?" she asked.

Why must my endings suck? I don't want to drone on so I just end it! Anyway, Review, Favorite, Alert!

~TheAbsentMindedWriter~