Things were looking up, for the whole ride to school anyway. Just as Blaine pulled into the Dalton parking lot he had a new text message from Dad. Your headmaster left me a voicemail. Something I should know about?

What? Blaine couldn't figure out what that could be about. He texted back: No idea. Throwing his bag over his shoulder, he started to get nervous. Maybe he'd really bombed the Latin test last week and the headmaster was calling about that. That had happened to Jeff a couple weeks ago. The headmaster was all about surprise phone calls to parents these days, it was putting everyone on edge. I totally studied for that test though. If he's calling to say it's bringing down my grade I'm gonna show Dad all my notes. It's totally not fair if I get in trouble over this, it's not my fault these tests are so hard no one has any idea how to study for them.

Blaine walked through the Dalton main entrance and made a beeline for Nick and Jeff, who were huddled over a science textbook in the corner.

"Hey guys."

Nick and Jeff barely looked up at him.

"Hey Blaine." Nick said. "Heard about the show tonight, sounds like it'll be fun."

"Yeah, I already got permission from my mom." Jeff said, distracted.

"Cool. You guys got a test today or something."

"Yeah, biology. We're trying to cram. Ms. Brick is always throwin curve balls with these tests." Nick complained.

"I have the same problem with Latin. My dad got a call from the headmaster- I'm hoping it's not about last week's test."

Jeff looked up sympathetically. "Dude that sucks."

Blaine sighed and shrugged. "Hopefully he's calling to say I've won Model Student of the Year or something. My dad's gonna call him back."

"So you make it official with that guy Blaine?" Nick asked.

Blaine reddened. "Uh... no. It's um, not gonna work out."

"Aw. Sorry to hear that."

"Yeah. Thanks for you guys help though. Guess I'm still single."

Blaine was grateful when he heard David calling his name. "Blaine! I've been looking everywhere for you. Headmaster's sayin he's got to see you."

Blaine bit his lip. "Uh. Okay." He waved goodbye to Nick and Jeff and then followed David down the stairs towards the headmaster's office. "You... know what this is about?"

"Not a clue. But he said it was urgent."

"Did it seem like... good urgent or bad urgent? I got a text from my dad that he left him a voicemail." David didn't respond, but the look on his face seemed to indicate that that probably wasn't a good sign. Fuck. I really don't need to get in trouble right now. If he's called my dad to say I've screwed up something he probably won't let me perform tonight...

"He said he needed you and the Council." David supplied.

"Oh." Maybe he wants us to perform at his daughter's wedding or something? I'm like basically never in trouble. There's no reason to think this is bad news.

Wes and Thad were already sitting in the waiting area outside the headmaster's office. Wes seemed in good spirits.

"Hey! Not sure what this is about, but I can't wait to tell him about the show at Breadstix tonight. I think he'll think it's great."

"Cool."

Ms. Lyons, the headmaster's secretary, tapped David on the shoulder. "He's ready to see you now."

"Thanks."

As they walked in they overheard the headmaster on the phone. "Yes, he's coming in right now so I intend on addressing all this with him. Just wanted to keep you apprised. You have a good day Mr. Anderson." Addressing it? That didn't sound promising.

The headmaster hung up the phone, his expression unreadable. "Sit down, boys."

The four looked at each other and obeyed, sitting in the row of chairs in front of his desk.

"I've called the four of you in today because I've gotten a couple of resports about concerns about your activities this weekend."

What? Is someone accusing us of smoking pot at a party or something? We weren't even together this weekend except for... oh. my. God.

The headmaster cleared his throat. "I have an email with a link to a video on youtube of you, Mr. Anderson, singing a rather... sexually charged song while you and all your... backup singers were wearing Dalton uniforms. The manager of the store called the school to say that he didn't appreciate having his workplace used for this little show without permission. And I have two emails from parents saying they want to know if this was a school sanctioned event. So I think it's fair to say a little explanation is in order gentlemen."

Blaine's eyes went wide. All three of the Council members seemed to have lost their ability to speak and turned to Blaine.