Second chapter! Review please, so I can know if I'm making you happy or not.
"SPIES!"
"Jesus Christ, Rachel, again with this?" Mercedes asks, casting her eyes to the heavens as though praying for a thunderbolt to smite Rachel in her plaid-mini-skirt-clad behind. Rachel pretends not to have heard, crossing her arms and facing off with Kurt and Blaine like the choir room is the Parthenon and she's the lion to their helpless Christian sacrifices.
"Look, it's just a friendly invitation, Wes thought that since Kurt and I were so close to the Warblers and we're at a new school now that it might be nice for us to help Dalton and McKinley people make friends with each other," Blaine explains earnestly, an unspoken plea for mercy in his voice. Rachel harrumphs and turns on her heel, raising her arms for a customary declaration to the rest of the glee club.
"Do you all honestly believe that there's not something untoward about all this? I mean, no offense, Kurt and Blaine, I know you guys have all kinds of fuzzy feelings for the Warblers, but we'll be going up against them for Regionals in two weeks! Does anyone else feel like this might be a veiled attempt by the students of Dalton Academy to plumb our unsuspecting depths for trade secrets and setlist ideas? How better to evade our defenses and spoil our temples than to go through Kurt and Blaine? They'd never think of such a plot being hatched!"
"I'll plumb your unsuspecting depths," Puck mutters, and Sam laughs and offers him a high five. Tina shrugs and smiles at Kurt and Blaine.
"I don't know, Rachel. The guys at Dalton were so great to Kurt when he had to move over there last year, I don't really think they're the type to, you know, go all espionage on us. Right, Blaine?"
"Um, yeah…I mean, seeing as I was a 'guy from Dalton' when Kurt showed up, I can tell you that no one over there has any interest in stealing secrets or whatever," Blaine says with a nod. Rachel throws her hands in the air.
"That's how it starts, people! You think they're harmless, you bring them in a little bit closer, you let them take you to county fairs and buy you a Care Bear and you consider losing your virginity to them and then BAM! All you end up with is an egg to the face and an awful prom date and mountains of emotional confusion, and they also steal your patented soft-shoe-step-and-kick move and work it into a stupid Queen routine!"
There's a very long silence after Rachel finishes her blowout, during which Finn's face turns kind of frighteningly stormy, and then Santana raises one hand daintily in the air.
"Okay, now that Gollum has finishes spraying us all with a bitter spittle of repressed sexual rage, I would like to propose a definite hells to the yes to this blazer-tastic rager—the Blager, if you will. I don't know about y'all, but I am so down to get crunk with a bunch of twittering oompa-loompas in Japanese fetish outfits. If they're anything like Blainey-boo, I bet after a couple shots we might get to witness the rare and beautiful phenomenon known as the spontaneous gay orgy, complete with Kylie Minogue soundtrack and pastel disco-lights. Hopefully we'd get to enter our own competitors," she adds as an afterthought, winding up her recitation up with a smoldering look at Kurt, who stares coolly back, and Blaine, who blushes crimson and adjusts his already perfectly level bowtie.
"I bet that would be, like, the shiniest and most amazing thing ever," says Brittany, gazing at Santana with wide-eyed admiration. Santana softens as she smiles back at Brittany, that expression of sincere affection that is so very strange on her settling into place. Mike clears his throat and glances towards the door to Mr. Shue's office; even though rehearsal is finished and Schue has gone home with Ms. Pillsbury, there's still the reflex to check for any listening adult authority.
"Um, I don't know if this is awkward to ask, but—do the Warblers, like, drink? Or you know, whatever?"
"Definitely," says Blaine, trying to pull himself together after Santana's little interlude. "Yeah, like, not to excess or anything, but they're into that. Wes also has a majorly huge house and his parents buy pretty much every type of liquor known to man. And they don't care how much of it goes missing."
"Sold," says Puck, clapping his hands and then throwing them up in touchdown position. Mercedes, Sam, and Quinn are all nodding, Mike and Tina are giving each other little excited glances, and Finn is trying not to look as though he wants to go, which he does, but he also wants to avoid death by Berry. Rory tentatively leans forward.
"Um, Blaine…I'm terribly sorry, but you're sure that these—um—"
"Warblers," Rachel offers, disdain dripping from her voice.
"Right, thanks, these Warblers, they're all decent blokes? I mean, I know you've all had some trouble with turncoats and so on in the past, I don't think there's any harm in checking to be absolutely sure before we fraternize with the competition, as it goes."
"No, I understand, Rory. You're right to be cautious, but I can promise you, the Warblers aren't like that. They're just a really cool bunch of guys, and Wes—he was a senior last year and he's coming back from Yale for the weekend—he thinks that it would be a good idea to build a stronger relationship between the two groups…especially since Kurt and I are still pretty close with them."
The "Kurt and" part of his sentence rings a little hollow: Kurt hasn't seen any of the Warblers since the summer, and although he remained on good terms with all of his former teammates, he hasn't worked particularly hard to keep up their friendships after all the McKinley drama kicked into high gear and Blaine moved over from Dalton. Still, he does feel a certain loyalty to the group that took him in so completely and openly when he was at a major low point in his life, and he also knows how nervous Blaine is about this idea, and how uncertain he is about mixing the two worlds together, but also how underneath everything, he really wants it to happen. Blaine found even more of a home with the Warblers than Kurt did, and after he left so that he could be with Kurt, it's the least Kurt can do to help bring that home back into Blaine's life any way he can. So Kurt squares his shoulders and marches up to Rachel and stares that little diva down.
"If that's good enough for Blaine, it's good enough for me, and should be good enough for all of you." He turns to face the New Directions, setting his shoulders back and wearing his democracy-face. "All in favor of the Blazer Rager?"
Everyone's hands go up, except for Finn, whose hand twitches but is immediately lowered by a glare from Rachel. Blaine breaks into a wide grin as Artie snaps his fingers and high-fives Quinn next to him.
"Awwwww yeah, dogs, party in the Warbler nest!"
Kurt smiles too, although there's something nagging at the back of his mind again, something about why this might be not such an perfect party that he can't really place. He shrugs it off and turns to Blaine, who mouths "thank you" at him and puts a hand to his heart. Kurt blows Blaine a kiss and thinks, This is either going to be the most amazing night ever or a cautionary tale for the End of Days.