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It was a regular day at Warbler's practice.

Wes had made the notion to ban ice cream, yogurt, butter, and all other delicious dairy products from the Warblers' diets because of the extra mucus it produced, while Nick tried to prevent Jeff from strangling Wes or himself and Blaine attempted to slowly slide the gavel off the desk into his backpack. Wes, noticing Blaine's hands on his table, grabbed Teresa (the gavel) and smacked the lead singer's fingers.

"Where's Kurt?" Trent asked to no one in particular, but nobody really heard him over the sound of warbling and gavel abuse. Blaine looked up, cradling his bruising fingers, and looked around for the counter tenor. Sure enough, he was nowhere to be found.

"Guys!" Blaine said. "GUYS!" Everyone went silent. "Where is Kurt?"

Everyone else looked around. "Probably fixing his hair," someone in the back muttered.

Just then, Kurt burst into the room wearing a (fabulous) black outfit. He seemed to be crying.

Wes looked as if he was going to reprimand Kurt for his lack of uniform, but Blaine sent him a death-glare. "Kurt, what's wrong?" Blaine asked, concerned.

Kurt sniffed, wiping his eye. "It's Pavoratti. Pavoratti is dead. I suspect a stroke." The Warblers gasped.

"Kurt, I'm so sorry," Blaine said.

"I know it seems silly to be upset over a dead bird, but he wasn't only a pet, he was also a friend. Which is why I would like to dedicate a song to him." He handed Trent a cassette tape, who then inserted it into a cassette player.

How on earth did Kurt get a hold of a cassette tape? Jeff wondered, as Nick thought: Why do we just happen to have a cassette player lying around?

Kurt began singing Blackbird, which, Jeff had to admit, was a perfect song for the situation. Halfway through the song, Nick and Jeff noticed that Blaine had his lovesick face on again. Only this time, it was really, really intense.

Nick elbowed Jeff. "I think Blaine is finally realizing his feelings for Kurt!" he whispered, excited. Jeff grinned.

Finally, Kurt ended his song with a quiet thank you and left the room, wiping his eyes.

Jeff and Nick quickly stood up, pulling their trusty ukulele from behind a potted plant. Jeff strummed, while Nick sang.

"I can't fight this feeling any longer.
And yet I'm still afraid to let it flow.

What started out as friendship,
Has grown stronger.
I only wish I had the strength to let it show."

All of the Warblers were watching them, so Nick pointed at Blaine to let everyone know they were singing to him. They immediately understood, having grown used to all the Klaine-related serenades.

"Is this love that I'm feeling
Is this the love that I've been searching for

Is this love or am I dreaming
This must be love

'Cause it's really got a hold on me
A hold on me."

Nick and Jeff danced around Blaine pointing and winking and wiggling their eyebrows whenever they could. Blaine turned very red.

"I think I love you.
So what am I so afraid of?

I'm afraid that I'm now sure of
A love there is no cure for."

Jeff sang and strummed the ukulele. All the songs they had mashed up for this moment had very different melodies, and made it a challenging piece to play on any instrument.

"Cause I can't fight this feeling anymore.
I've forgotten what I started fighting for.

And if I have to crawl upon the floor,
Come crushing through your door,
Baby, I can't fight this feeling anymore."

Jeff put down the ukulele and started dancing samba with Nick. David, a partner dance expert, was confused, because their song did not have a samba rhythm to it. In fact, it was about as anti-samba as you could be.

"I think I love you.
Isn't that what life is made of?

Though it worries me to say
That I've never felt this way."

Nick and Jeff broke away from each other. Jeff went to grab the ukulele, but noticed that that Warblers (minus Blaine) had been singing back-up vocals, so he left it on the couch. Everybody that knew the lyrics sang the last verse.

"I can't stop the feeling
I've been this way before

But, with you I've found the key
To open any door

I can feel my love for you
Growing stronger day by day

An' I can't wait too see you again
So I can hold you in my arms."

Nick and Jeff took a bow and ran out of the room. Blaine, tomato-red with humiliation, grabbed his backpack and fled. Wes reached to his right, ready to dismiss practice, when he noticed something was missing.

"WHO TOOK MY GAVEL?"

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee (Ryan Murphy), Is This Love (Whitesnake), Can't Fight This Feeling (REO Speedwagon), or I think I love You (David Cassidy).

Prompt Me!

Trivia: Who took Wes's Gavel?

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