Blaine practically yanked Kurt's arm out of its socket as he pulled the pale boy hastily up the stairs to their dorm room. He was muttering something under his breath that Kurt couldn't make out.
"You know, Trent said if you don't get your head out of your ass, he's going for it," the taller boy said casually.
The curly haired Warbler growled. "Can't have that now can we?" he responded, the growl still in his voice. "I think I'm going to give you the first of many things no one else is ever going to get."
"Oh?" Kurt replied intrigued.
Blaine didn't reply right away. As soon as he had pulled Kurt into their dorm, he'd kicked the door shut and hastily moved to lock it. He didn't think they would be interrupted this time. Too many horny boys downstairs, probably all trying to get off one way or another.
The Warbler soloist pulled Kurt to the bed, where he allowed himself to fall backwards, while pulling Kurt on top of him.
"Wow honey," Kurt chuckled, but immediately went in for the kiss. It was hot, heavy, and so passionate, more heated than any they had shared before. The two boys would probably be red in the face about how off the charts their hormones were later, but they would not regret what was about to happen.
Kurt's hands scrambled to pull Blaine's shirt from his pants, the polo still form fitting even without being tucked in and that somehow made Kurt even more aroused. Blaine attacked his mouth with a vigor the older boy didn't know he had and he moaned deep in his throat. Beneath him, he could already feel Blaine's erection pressing hard into his thigh.
"What do you want, honey?" the pale boy panted. "Tell me what you want!"
Blaine was quiet a moment longer, too engrossed on keeping them attached at the mouth. But he finally let out two words that stunned Kurt for a moment.
"Blow me," the Warbler growled. "My cock is all yours Kurt. Fucking blow me."
Kurt had never heard Blaine talk in such a way before and he couldn't believe either of them was sober right then. But the words were literally the hottest thing in his life. That didn't change the fact that the very idea made him nervous. However, he wanted to. He didn't know why, but he really wanted to.
"Okay," he whispered.
Despite their raging hormones and their desire to just feel and get each other off, Kurt took his sweet time. He wasn't quite ready for the full naked body thing and spent his time paying attention to Blaine's lips, neck, and collarbone, before shimmying downward, his hands smoothing over the other boy's chest, which might have been a little awkward with the shirt still in the way. But they didn't mind.
Kurt slowly unfastened Blaine's belt with shaky hands and the curly haired boy gently took his hands for a moment.
"Are you sure you're okay with this?" Blaine asked, in that moment where his caring self jumped in, not wanting to ever make Kurt do anything he wasn't ready for.
But the pale boy didn't miss a beat. He nodded his head almost immediately. "Yes," he said firmly. "I'm just nervous."
"Me too," Blaine confessed. The words somehow seemed to relax Kurt and his hands were more steady as he resumed unfastening the other boy's pants.
When Blaine's erection was finally freed, Kurt sat for a moment just staring at it in awe. This was the first time he'd ever laid eyes on a cock other than his own and he thought Blaine's was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. Thick, plump, and flush with blood as it throbbed against Blaine's stomach.
"Wow…" Kurt let out in a breathy voice.
He wasn't entirely sure how this was done and so started by bending his head and giving an experimental kitten lick over the head. Blaine twitched.
"Fuck!" the boy shouted. Kurt wasn't sure if it was because he was that sensitive, because it was his first time, or both, but he was surprised by Blaine's major reaction to the one little lick.
It was enough to give him confidence and he tried for a more assured flat tongue lick across the head, collecting the pre-come that leaked there. The boy beneath him shuddered and both boys were aware this probably wouldn't last long.
Their assumption proved correct when only a few more confident licks and a bit of experimental sucking on the head later, Blaine came hard and without warning. Kurt sputtered, trying not to choke on the salty liquid that suddenly filled his mouth.
"Sorry," Blaine muttered sheepishly.
Kurt sat up and grabbed some tissues from the box on the bedside table. He cleaned his mouth and face off first before taking gentle care to clean Blaine up and tuck him away again.
"It's okay," he said when he was done, leaning down to kiss the boy. "I don't think anyone can be expected to last long their first time. And...I didn't know what I was doing." He blushed.
Blaine reached out to squeeze his hand. "You were wonderful Kurt," he said. "You are always wonderful."
Kurt blushed again and smiled at the boy, unable to keep from kissing him once more. Blaine could taste himself on the pale boy's lips and he shivered.
It had definitely been a good first blowjob. He only hoped when they were ready, he could do the same for Kurt.
…
When they returned to the commons later, quite a few people looked rumpled, yet infinitely more relaxed. Even Santana and Brittany looked a little worse for wear. Kurt and Blaine had been discreet enough to have at least fixed their hair and their clothes.
"Okay," Wes began, "I do believe Kurt was about to select the Warblers' next solo?"
They decided that Michael would sing Tim McGraw's Live Like You Were Dying, and after his stellar performance, they all rocked out to Artie singing Born to be Wild. Jeff's rendition of The Gilligan's Island Theme Song had them all laughing.
Kurt's next throw actually popped two balloons, so Wes told Kurt to pick one, and Finn came forward to sing for New Directions. Surprisingly, the unusually tall boy was well suited for the Alabama song.
We live in the land of plenty
But many things aren't plenty anymore
Like the water from our sink
They say it's not safe to drink
You gotta go and buy it at the store
Now we're told there's a hole in the ozone
Look what's washing on the beach
And Lord, I believe, from the heavens to the seas
We're bringing Mother Nature to her knees
So let's leave some blue up above us
Let's leave some green on the ground
It's only ours to borrow, let's save some for tomorrow
Leave it and pass it on down
Well there's a change taking place way on the mountains
Acid rain is falling on the leaves
And down in Brazil, the fires are burning still
How we gonna breathe without them trees
So let's leave some blue up above us
Let's leave some green on the ground
It's only ours to borrow, let's save some for tomorrow
Leave it and pass it on down
The group was clapping along as he continued to sing, and cheered when he finished the song. Wes handed the second sheet of paper to Blaine. "I think it's time for our main soloist to sing a solo."
Blaine looked at the song title and frowned. He thought he recognized it from somewhere, but wasn't sure from where, but he was a talented performer, and he knew he could pull it off.
Look at what's happened to me
I can't believe it myself
Suddenly I'm up on top of the world
It should have been somebody else
Once he began singing, he remembered where he'd heard the song before. Believe it or Not was the theme song from a show he used to watch reruns of as a kid, The Greatest American Hero. It was part of why he loved superheroes.
Believe it or not, I'm walkin' on air
I never thought I could feel so free
Flyin' away on a wing and a prayer
Who could it be?
Believe it or not it's just me
Just like the light of a new day
It hit me from out of the blue
Breaking me out of the spell I was in
Making all of my wishes come true
Believe it or not, I'm walkin' on air
I never thought I could feel so free
Flyin' away on a wing and a prayer
Who could it be?
Believe it or not it's just me
This is too good to be true
Look at me falling for you
Believe it or not, I'm walkin' on air
I never thought I could feel so free
Flyin' away on a wing and a prayer
Who could it be?
Believe it or not it's just me
Believe it or not, I'm walkin' on air
I never thought I could feel so free
Flyin' away on a wing and a prayer
Who could it be?
Believe it or not it's just me
He felt like he was flying as he noticed the small smile Kurt was giving him as he sang. It was THAT smile, the one that Kurt reserved only for him.
Believe it or not, I'm walkin' on air
I never thought I could feel so free
Flyin' away on a wing and a prayer
Who could it be?
Believe it or not it's just me
The group of teens burst into applause as Blaine finished the song. What with them all being so much more relaxed now, the whole thing seemed that much more enjoyable.
Kurt slid that smile at Blaine once more as he walked to grab another dart and the curly haired boy felt his heart stutter. God, how was Kurt so perfect?
The countertenor threw the dart and it nabbed a balloon on the edge. Wes collected the slip of paper and handed it off to Finn without looking at it. Finn glanced at the paper.
"Who wants to sing Fancy?" he asked, looking slightly confused. He didn't know the song.
"I'll do it," Lauren said, surprising everyone. "What? I love Reba!"
Despite not having the strongest voice among the group, Lauren actually did a remarkably passable imitation of the red headed country artist's song.
I remember it all very well, lookin' back
It was the summer I turned eighteen
We lived in a one room, rundown shack
On the outskirts of New Orleans
We didn't have money for food or rent
To say the least, we were hard pressed
Then Mama spent every last penny we had
To buy me a dancin' dress
Mama washed and combed and curled my hair
And then she painted my eyes and lips, then I stepped into a satin
Dancin' dress that had a split on the side clean up to my hip
It was red velvet trim and it fit me good
Standin' back from the lookin' glass
There stood a woman where a half gown kid had stood
She said, "here's your one chance, Fancy, don't let me down
Here's your one chance, Fancy, don't let me down"
Mama dabbed a little bit of perfume on my neck
Then she kissed my cheek
And then I saw the tears wellin' up in her troubled eyes
As she started to speak
She looked at our pitiful shack
And then she looked at me and took a ragged breath
She said your pa's runned off and I'm real sick
And the baby's gonna starve to death
She handed me a heart shaped locket that said
"To thine own self be true"
And I shivered as I watched a roach crawl across
The toe of my high heel shoe
It sounded like somebody else, it was talkin'
Askin', "mama, what do I do?"
She said, "just be nice to the gentlemen, Fancy
They'll be nice to you"
She said, "here's your chance, Fancy, don't let me down
Here's your one chance, Fancy, don't let me down
Lord, forgive me for what I do
But if you want out, well, it's up to you
Now don't let me down now
Your mama's gonna move you uptown
Well, that was the last time I saw my ma
The night I left that rickety shack
The welfare people came and took the baby
Mama died and I ain't been back
But the wheels of fate had started to turn
And for me there was no way out
And it wasn't very long 'til I knew exactly
What my mama'd been talkin' about
I knew what I had to do and I made myself this solemn vow
That I's gonna be a lady someday
Though I don't know when or how
But I couldn't see spending the rest of my life
With my head hung down in shame
You know I might have been born just plain white trash
But Fancy was my name
She said, "Here's your one chance, Fancy, don't let me down
She said, "Here's your one chance, Fancy, don't let me down"
It wasn't long after a benevolent man
Took me in off the streets
And one week later, I was pourin' his tea
In a five room hotel suite
I charmed a king, a congressman
And an occasional aristocrat
And then I got me a Georgia mansion
And an elegant New York townhouse flat
And I ain't done bad (she ain't done bad)
Now in this world, there's a lot of self-righteous hypocrites
That'd call me bad
And criticize mama for turning me out
No matter how little we had
But though I ain't had to worry 'bout nothin'
For nigh on fifteen years
Well, I can still hear the desperation
In my poor mama's voice ringin' in my ears
"Here's your one chance, Fancy, don't let me down
Oh, here's your one chance, Fancy, don't let me down
Lord, forgive me for what I do
But if you want out, well, it's up to you
Now don't let me down
Your mama's gonna move you uptown
And I guess she did
Though Lauren didn't have the strongest voice in New Directions, everyone was pretty impressed with how well she tackled the song. Not to mention how surprised they were that she even went for that kind of music.
The wrestler took a bow and sat down again as Kurt grabbed a threw it at the board. It stuck in an empty spot. He grumbled and retrieved it. After three more misses, he just walked up and randomly stuck it in a balloon.
"There," he declared. "Popped one." Wes rolled his eyes as he picked the slip up and looked at it.
"Okay Warblers, who wants to do Lizzie and the Rainman?" he asked.
"I'll take a crack at it," Beatz said, standing up. There were a few grins from people who recognized the song, but the crowned prince of Denmark ignored them as the music began to play.
You came riding in on the sunrise
On a hot west Texas day
With a fancy man in a painted wagon
With some fancy things to say
Looks like you folks need some water
Well water is my game
And for the small price of $100.00
I bet you I could make it rain
Step back non-believers
Or the rain will never come
Someone start that fire burning
Somebody beat the drum
He said some may think I'm crazy
For making all these claims
But I swear before this day is over
You folks are gonna see some rain
They all just stood there staring
Trying to believe
But there was one named Lizzy Cooper
Who said he was a lying cheat
She said you call yourself the Rainman
Well you ought to be ashamed
Starting all these people dreaming
Thinking you can make it rain
Step back non-believers
Or the rain will never come
Someone keep that fire burning
Somebody beat the drum
He said some may think I'm crazy
For making all these claims
But I swear before this day is over
You folks are gonna see some rain
Hey Lizzy
Well a man's gotta have a dream
And if you can't walk on the inside with me
I'll meet you in between
Oh come with me Lizzy
And the stars will write your name
And if you still think I'm lying to you
Look yonder there comes the rain
Step back non-believers
Or the rain will never come
Someone keep that fire burning
Somebody beat the drum...
They all applauded the beatboxer's attempt at singing the song that was obviously not in his key. He did a good job.
Kurt managed to pop a balloon this time, and Wes picked up the slip of paper, handing it to Kurt, who read it. "Damn it! I already sang a solo for New Direction! But if I can't sing it, there is only one person in this entire state who can sing it. Mercedes, would you honor us with I Will Always Love You?"
The dark skinned Goddess smiled brightly and stood, kissing Kurt's cheek as she took the spotlight, metaphorically speaking. They were blown away as she sang the Whitney Houston classic. Even a few passing teachers paused in the doorway to listen, and the applause afterwards was thunderous.
Kurt's next dart once again hit an empty spot, as there were bigger spaces between them now. Instead of waiting for Kurt to retrieve the dart, Wes simply picked it up and stabbed a random balloon himself. After reading the slip, the Asian boy stood taller. "I shall be singing this one myself."
Only David knew that Wes had the entire soundtrack from Annie memorized, and that this was the council leader's favorite song. When the music for Tomorrow began, Wes began to sing in a confident voice, and gave almost as emotional a performance as Mercedes had given, and received just as much applause.
Kurt didn't bother throwing the dart this time, just walked up and grabbed a balloon, and popped it in his hands, and read the slip of paper. "Do any of you know a song called Harper Valley PTA?" he asked New Directions.
Tina stood up and approached him. "I do," she said with a smile.
As Kurt set the slip aside, something came to his attention. They were very close to the end of the solo round and Rachel hadn't even made a single attempt to nab a solo. Come to think of it, she hadn't jumped in for the duets round either.
Before the song started, Kurt looked over at the petite diva. "Rachel, how come you aren't participating anymore?" he asked.
She shrugged. "It was brought to my attention that I don't allow anyone else to shine," was her only reply. Kurt frowned, but let it go for now.
Tina began to sing the country song made famous in the sixties by Jeannie C. Riley, making everyone laugh at her antics as she pretended that the audience were the PTA members named in the song, and dragged them through the mud.
Well, Mr. Harper couldn't be here
'Cause he stayed too long at Kelly's Bar again
And if you smell Shirley Thompson's breath
You'll find she's had a little nip of gin
And then you have the nerve to tell me
You think that as a mother I'm not fit
Well, this is just a little Peyton Place
And you're all Harper Valley hypocrites"
No, I wouldn't put you on because it really did
It happened just this way
The day my mama socked it to the Harper Valley PTA
The day my mama socked it to the Harper Valley PTA
They were all grinning as the song came to a close, and several people patted her on the back as she made her way back to the seats.
Once more, Kurt forego the dart and just grabbed a random balloon. "Um, I don't recognize this song, and there is no artist listed. Have any of you heard of a song called Outshine?"
Nick looked surprised, and Jeff was gaping at his boyfriend. "Nick wrote it!"
"What?" Wes exclaimed. "I didn't know you wrote music!"
The brunette blushed. "It...it was just something I thought up when I heard about how Blaine and Kurt had been bullied at their old schools. I asked Jeff to record it for me."
"Well, would you sing it for us?" David asked, intrigued.
"Go on, Nicky! It's a great song, and I think they'll like it!"
Nick was still blushing as he stood, and as the music cued up, he smiled at his boyfriend, and said, "this is for every gay kid who has ever been bullied."
Did you just call me a Homo? Idiot
We're all homos. Homosapians, look it up
Faggot? Is that the best you've got?
You think your words can hurt me?
Honey, you'll have to find another way
'Cause I have better things to do today
Blaine exchanged a look with Kurt, and they both grinned.
Well now, those sticks and stones,
Yeah, they cut just fine
But I know who I am down in my bones
My light burns bright deep inside
So step aside, watch me shine
Outshine the haters
Outshine the takers
Outshine the fears
Outshine the tears
Outshine the law
I'll outshine them all
Jeff was smiling adoringly at his boyfriend, and got up to dance with him as the darker boy continued to sing. They were joined by Kurt, Blaine, Wes, David, and Trent.
Girly boy, queer, I've heard them all
Your lack of originality
Is a testament to your small mentality
And while we're talking about small
Maybe you're just trying to compensate
'Cause your verbal skills are second rate
Well now, those sticks and stones,
Yeah, they cut just fine
But I know who I am down in my bones
My light burns bright deep inside
So step aside, watch me shine
Outshine the haters
Outshine the takers
Outshine the fears
Outshine the tears
Outshine the law
I'll outshine them all
Don't you understand?
Your opinion is nothing to me
I know who I'm meant to be
And I'm just as God planned
As long as I love myself I'll be fine
So step aside, watch me shine
Well now, those sticks and stones,
Yeah, they cut just fine
But I know who I am down in my bones
My light burns bright deep inside
So step aside, watch me shine
Outshine the haters
Outshine the takers
Outshine the fears
Outshine the tears
Outshine the law
I'll outshine them all
I know who I'm meant to be
And I'm just as God planned
As long as I love myself I'll be fine
Step aside, watch me shine
Well now, those sticks and stones,
Yeah, they cut just fine
But I know who I am down in my bones
My light burns bright deep inside
So step aside, watch me shine
Outshine the haters
Outshine the takers
Outshine the fears
Outshine the tears
Outshine the law
I'll outshine them all
Outshine the critics
Outshine the cynics
Outshine the players
Outshine the nay-sayers
Outshine the skeptics
Outshine the fanatics
Outshine the entitled
Outshine the trials
Outshine the rain
Outshine the pain
I'll outshine them all
Outshine, Yeah
By the time the song came to an end, everyone had joined in dancing to the catchy tune, and cheered and applauded.
"You wrote that because of us?" Kurt asked, indicating himself and Blaine.
"Well, kind of. I'm writing a musical about teens who are bullied, and your stories kind of inspired one of the characters, Jordan, a black- Asian boy who is bullied for being gay, but he never let's the bullies get the last word."
"That's amazing, Nick!" Blaine said, patting him on the shoulder. "I want tickets for opening night when it debuts on Broadway!"
Nick blushed again, but smiled. "You got it, all of you!"
There were very few balloons left on the board and Kurt was getting bored with popping them all by hand, so he pulled something out of his pocket and went to stab it in a balloon at random.
"What is that?" Jeff asked him.
"The knife I used to murder Blaine," Kurt said casually. Jeff blanched.
"And you're just carrying it around with you?"
Kurt shrugged as he picked the slip of fallen paper up off the floor. "Hey, the world is crazy right now. You never know when some deranged idiot might break into Dalton."
"Kurt that knife isn't real," Wes said.
Again, the pale boy shrugged. "The deranged idiot doesn't need to know that." He looked at the paper. "Who's singing Royals?" he asked.
"Oh! I know this song!" Quinn said, jumping up from her seat. "I got this."
The blonde girl gave a rather impressive performance, considering the song was at the lowest register of her vocal range. It sounded really sultry coming from her, and was met with an enthusiastic round of applause when it came to an end.
Before Kurt could even stand up from where he was sitting, Wes walked to the board, flipped it over. On the backside, written in chalk were the words KURT HUMMEL WILL PERFORM BRING ON THE MEN AS THE WARBLERS' FINAL SOLO!
"WHAT?!" Kurt shouted, but there were cheers and cat calls from many people in the room.
Blaine frowned. "Why are you so intent to make Kurt sing all the sexually explicit songs? Are you trying to embarrass him?"
"No, it's okay, Blaine," Kurt said. "They just want to tease me. Well remember, you should always be careful of what you wish for. Or have you already forgotten For Your Entertainment?" And with that he stood in the middle of the room, glaring at Wes and David, as the music began to play.
I don't know when
I didn't have much time for men
But this is now and that was then, I'm learning
A girl alone, all on her own
Must try to have a heart of stone
So I try not to make it known my yearning
I try to show I have no need
I really do, I don't succeed
Kurt was well aware of the staging for this particular song and as such, decided to play with it just a little bit. As he started the song, he slowly undid his second tie that day, sashaying over to Wes and slipping it around his neck, using the tie to tug the head Warbler closer. He smirked at the older boy, and then shoved him away as he moved off.
So let's bring on the men
And let the fun begin
A little touch of sin
Why wait another minute
Step this way it's time for us to play
They say we may not pass this way again
So let's waste no more time
Bring on the men
This time, Kurt grabbed Mercedes and Tina by the hands and pulled them up to dance with him. Lucy did have back up dancers with her whenever she did this song. So now he had his own swans.
I always knew, I always said
A silk and lace in black and red
Will drive a man right off his head, it's easy
So many men, so little time
I want them all, is that a crime, no
I don't know why they say that I'm too easy
They make me laugh, they make me cry
They make me sick, so God knows why
The others had to admit, even without a rehearsed performance, all three seemed to be in sync with their movements, like they had planned it and Kurt was making his way around the room, dancing a little bit with just about everyone.
We say bring on the men
And let the fun begin
A little touch of sin
Why wait another minute
Step this way it's time for us to play
They say we may not pass this way again
So let's waste no more time
Bring on the men
They break your heart
They steal your soul
Take you apart
And yet they somehow make you whole
Now with his shirt tales having been pulled out, he dropped onto the couch between Nick and Jeff, singing to both of them in turn, one arm around each of the boys. Nick and Jeff couldn't stop grinning like idiots.
So what's their game
I suppose a rose by any other name
The perfume and the pricks the same
I like to have a man for breakfast each day
I'm very social and I like it that way
By late mid-morning I need something to munch
So I ask over 2 men for lunch
Back at centerstage, Kurt found a pointer stick, and picked it up, using it like a dancing cane, coming to a halt with both his hands resting on the end of the stick held upright.
And men are mad about my afternoon teas
They're quite informal I just do it to please
Those triple sandwiches are my favorite ones
I'm also very, partial to buns
Blaine couldn't tear his eyes from the boy and Kurt took a moment to lock his own eyes with Blaine's, an expression on his face produced solely for the curly haired boy. He made a kissy face towards him, and the Warbler ducked his head.
My healthy appetite gets strongest at night
My at home dinners are my men friends delight
When I invite the fellas over to dine
They all come early, in bed by nine!
So let's bring on the men
And let the fun begin
A little touch of sin
Why wait another minute
Step this way it's time for us to play
They say we may not pass this way again
So let's waste no more time
Bring on the men!
In preparation for the big finale of the song, Kurt grabbed every single one of the Warblers up with him and formed a can-can line, himself and the girls in the middle.
Big men, small men, short men, tall men
I guess that means almost all men
I'm a player, as long as they are men, men, men!
I don't know when
I didn't have much time for men
There were cheers and applause all around and Kurt slyly bowed, snatching his tie back from Wes' neck. "Now that's what I call, bringing down the house," the pale boy stated.
Wes cleared his throat. "Well, I suppose Kurt said it best. That brings us to the end of our karaoke jam for the day. Though I highly doubt this will be the last time we do this," he said, attempting to subtly straighten himself out. Kurt had done it again, and this time, he didn't even have to do a whole lot.
Trent muttered something he thought no one heard, but Kurt had a knack for picking up on things that others were trying to keep quiet.
"I swear, Blaine better hurry his ass up or this one will be gone."
The pale boy raised one delicate eyebrow. He liked Trent. He was a good friend and a great Warbler. But he wasn't his type. He really hoped that it didn't come to the point where Trent actually tried something because he didn't like the idea of having to let him down. As bubbly as the younger boy was, he was also quite sensitive.
Kurt made his way over to Blaine for a private conversation. "We need to do something fast," he whispered and the curly haired boy gave him a questioning look. "I think Trent is on the verge of making a move and I don't want to be the ass who makes him cry for letting him down, regardless of how gently."
Blaine's eyes went over to Trent who was attempting to hide the fact that he was shooting little glances in their direction. He looked back at Kurt. "Don't worry, we'll figure something out," he said.
"I hope so," Kurt replied, sighing.
David chose that moment to clap his hands for attention and most of them had to admit, it was a nice change from the banging of the gavel Wes liked to use. All eyes went to David, who was standing behind the table with Thad.
"Okay, everyone can just have some chill downtime for a while," David started, glancing at Thad. "But our next activity has already been decided." He smirked. "Thad and I just need to set things up. We'll call you all back in when we're ready. That is all."
As people dispersed, thinking about getting some food, maybe water after all the performing, they couldn't help but to speculate what Thad and David had planned. And the look on Wes' face was enough to tell people the head councilman might not know either. How could his two cohorts have planned something without his knowledge?
"They better not be up to anything stupid," the Asian boy muttered, giving his head a shake as he left the room.