Hey Guys! Sorry about the late update. I've been busy with school and everything. First i wanted to say thanks for the reviews and favorites and alerts and everything. I always smile when i get a review.

This chapter is from Kurt's view, and I'm pretty sure my writing style is kind of different here. Sorry, i can't help but switch styles when I write. And I suck at transitioning from day to day. But I'm getting better at it.

I promise the next chapter will be up soon. Sooner than this one. Say, a week, tops.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Maybe one day. But not today.

Kurt'sPOV

Early Sunday morning, Wes and David called everyone for a Warbler meeting in the common room. Half of the Warblers were groaning from waking up early, and even Thad looked annoyed at being woken up early. In fact, the only people who looked remotely awake were me, Wes, and David. Everyone else was struggling to keep their eyes open and was slumped against something. Or at least, someone- like me. Blaine and Seth were leaning against me and I had my arms wrapped around each of them. Well, one arm was wrapped around Seth. My other arm was gently stroking Blaine's hair. Hey, his hair is really soft. And curly. He left his hair un-gelled again, and I secretly like to think that it was because I told him that I liked his hair curly yesterday.

~Flashback~

Rachel and Mercedes had just left and Blaine was sitting on my bed. I sat next to him and looked at his head.

"You didn't gel your hair today," I mentioned quietly.

He looked and me and said, "The other guys wouldn't let me.

I raised my hand to see if he would let me touch it and he nodded. I gently brushed my hand through his soft curls and smiled.

"I like it this way."

Blaine's eyes met mine and we looked at each other. Subconsciously, we both leaned towards each other, and I was mesmerized by his face. His beautiful hazel eyes, his perfect lips, curving into a small smile. He opened his mouth as if to say something, when suddenly, there was a crash from outside.

"Get off of me, Jake!"

"But this is too fun!"

Our eyes averted to the door, but we slowly looked at each other again. He slowly got up, almost seeming like he was reluctant (I mentally cheered at the thought of him possibly being reluctant to leave me), and said, "I better go help them out."

He opened the door and we heard Thad's voice call out, "Andy! Don't jump-"

There was another small crash that made both of us wince and Blaine walked out the door.

~End Flashback~

The sound of Wes's gavel hitting the desk brought me out of my thoughts. Ugh, I hate that gavel. Seriously, Wes is like obsessed with it. He brings it everywhere. Once again, two short raps brought me back to reality.

"Warblers! Its weekend bonding time!" called out Wes cheerfully, as he once again hit his gavel against the table.

"Couldn't you have woken us up at noon, like last weekend?" asked Andy with a groan.

"Nope." Another two raps against the table.

There were more groans from around them as I looked curiously at the head table.

"Weekend bonding time?"

"We always hang out for a few hours on the weekend together, even though we already do that during the week, just to 'bond' with each other," said Trent with a yawn.

I nodded in understanding, forming an 'O' with my mouth.

"Last week, we spent hours in your room having a video game competition," added Jeff.

I stared at him.

"In my room?"

"Hey, we didn't break anything. And, you didn't even notice that we used your room.," said Nick.

"Besides, your room is the comfiest," added in Randall.

I wasn't sure whether I was annoyed at them for using my room without asking, or just used to them doing things like that. Instead of calling them out for it, I just rolled my eyes.

"Relax, we didn't look through all your stuff," said Jason.

"You were a cute kid, by the way," teased Seth, making reference of a picture of my dad and me taken when I was in elementary school that I had recently added on my desk.

I turned pink as I flicked his head with the hand I was brushing Blaine's curls with. As soon as I did, Blaine mumbled sleepily, "Why'd you stop? That was comforting."

I turned even pinker as I once again put my hand on Blaine's head and stroked his hair.

Wes and David smirked at us from their places at the head table, so I shot them a 'continue-on-with-whatever-you're-doing' look, mixed with a 'say-anything-and-you-die' look. Yeah, I don't know how I managed to pull of that look but I somehow did.

"We're going to the park!" cried David.

"I think Wes getting up so early all the time is getting to David," I mumbled to Seth, who laughed and nodded in return.

"Did we have to get up so early?" Casey asked.

"Yes!" the two boys cried out.

They were once again met with groans.

"The park is emptier in the morning! Everyone change, and let's head to the bus!" said Wes. Everyone got up as I looked around with a confused face.

"Wait, bus? What bus?" I asked.

Blaine, who still looked somewhat tired, yawned and said, "The Warblers have a bus for their own personal use."

I gaped at him. "Personal Use?"

Blaine nodded."Didn't I tell you about that last time?"

"No."

"Yeah, well, I said we were like rock stars didn't I? Thus having our own floor and our own bus."

I grinned in excitement. "I love being a Warbler."

At McKinley, New Directions was at the bottom of the social ladder. I would get shoved towards lockers, pushed in the hallways, and slushied for being gay. Here, the Warblers were at the top and beyond. Everyone looks at me with respect, they practically part ways for us when the Warblers walked by, and they accept me for who I am.

Blaine grinned back as we walked out of the common room.

Within 30 minutes, everyone else was outside. (Okay, I admit that 20 minutes of that time was waiting for me, but hey, I had to look fabulous.) What surprise me was that everyone was actually out of uniform for once.

Blaine, who I had only seen out of uniform once, was wearing a hoodie and jeans that suited him well.

"You look nice," I said to him as we walked down the stairwell.

He glanced at my Marc Jacobs jacket and my white skinny jeans and said, "So do you."

I scoffed and said, "Please, I always look nice."

He laughed and said, "Modest, much?"

"Just stating the truth," I grinned back.

We all walked out of the building and towards the parking lot. Suddenly, we stopped. I was about to ask why we stopped, when I glanced up.

"Whoa."

In front of us was a big bus that was painted blue and red, with strips of gold around every edge.

I blinked hard for a few seconds.

"How did I not notice that?"

Blaine laughed and put his arm around my shoulder. (I did not mentally squeal. Cough)

"It's usually at the side of the building, but the driver is always around here." (Hey, that's like how Brad is always around. Creepy at how these people are always around for our random use.)

Seth cheerfully skipped over to us and put his hand around my shoulder.

"I'm sitting with you two on the bus."

"Sure?"

We all got onto the bus and I'm pretty sure my jaw dropped. Not only did the bus have comfortable 3-to-a-row seats, but there was also a table in between each row, and a mini-fridge in the back. It was practically like a tour bus!

Seth dragged Blaine and I towards a row in the middle and I sat in between the two. Wes, David, and Thad sat right in front of us, so that they were facing us. During the ride, they told me some random facts about the Warblers.

After a few minutes, we arrived at the park and everyone was by then, wide awake. We all exited the bus and Randall, Ethan, Andy, and Jake ran towards the play area. Seth and I laughed as practically all the other Warblers followed after them. The entire park was basically empty, save for a few adult morning joggers running around.

We settled down on some swings as everyone else spread themselves along the area. Wes and David were messing around on the see-saw. Randall, Ethan, Andy, and Jake were on the playground and jumping up and down on a bridge in the center of the structure. Trent and Casey were going up and down on the slides, and Nick, Jason, Flint, and Thad were sitting on the merry-go-round, each taking turns spinning the thing. Blaine and Jeff were climbing on the monkey bars.

I raised my eyebrow at the craziness that the Warblers caused. Seth was swinging next to me and was shouting, "Race you, Kurtsie!" I rolled my eyes before joining Seth in pushing myself higher.

Everyone was sitting on the grass surrounding the swing set, all out of breath and laughing a few hours later. By then, the park was full of little kids running around, with parents eyeing us wearily, as if we were going to kidnap their children or something. Seth, at one point during the few hours, had joined everyone in playing tag. (Blaine tried to coax me to join, but I refused. These jeans were so not meant for running in.) I was calmly sitting on the swing (Hello, grass stains?) and watched in amusement as some of the Warblers threw grass at each other. Casey rested his head on my lap and Wes called attention to the other Warblers.

"See guys, bonding time is a good time!"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah."

Jeff threw grass at Wes's head, who threw some grass back in return.

David was about to intercept their grass-throwing, when a new voice interrupted our chatter.

"Well, well, well. Look what we have here."

I looked up to see a tall, handsome honey-blonde male with green eyes standing in front of two other males. Immediately, all the Warblers stiffened and I looked around curiously at them. Casey lifted his head up from my lap and sat straight up, seemingly glaring at the three males. No one said anything, as they all seemed busy staring- or more like glaring at each other, so I decided to cut in.

"Can we help you?"

The blonde's eyes flickered over to me and he looked at me interestedly.

"And you are?" he asked.

"I usually don't give out my name to strangers," I said back to him.

His eyes seemed to gain a glint as he replied, "I go to Dalton. Seeing as your hanging with these boys, -" he said the word 'boys' with disgust "- I take it you're also a Warbler."

I raised one of my eyebrows as I said, "Yes, I am a Warbler. But, you're still a stranger."

His lips quirked up in a smile as he said, "My name is Edan Lewis. I take it that you're the new Warbler that everyone has been talking about."

I nodded and he continued.

"This is Terrence-" he pointed to the male on his left "-and this is Flounder," he pointed to the other male on his right.

"Just go away Edan," said Andy…angrily?

"Not until I get his name."

He looked expectantly at me, so I sighed and reluctantly said, "I'm Kurt."

Edan walked towards me and took my hand. "Well, Kurt," he said, taking my hand and kissing it, "I get the feeling that we'll be meeting again soon." I blushed and he dropped my hand.

He then motioned to Terrence and Flounder, and they walked away, but not before he winked at me.

I sat confused and stared at the Warblers.

"Who the heck was that?"

Blaine moved and sat on the swing next to me and said, "That was Edan Lewis. One of the Vultures from Dalton. The other two are his sidekicks. They're in Vulture too."

"Why did it seem like you all had bad history with them?"

Wes sighed.

"Because we do. We'll tell you about it another day, Kurt. But for now, just stay away from them."

"But why?"

Blaine gently took the hand that Edan held and rubbed it, as if to rub away the kiss.

"Please?" he pleaded, his adorable eyes shining.

All of the Warblers gave me the same pleading eyes that Blaine gave me, so I sighed and said, "Fine. But I expect this story from you guys one day."

Blaine nodded tiredly and we were all silent for a moment.

Suddenly, a loud bell ringing came out of nowhere.

Grins spread across Nick and Jeff's faces as they shouted, "ICE-CREAM!"

After a second, most of the Warblers bounded towards the man handling the ice-cream cart.

Blaine and I remained on the swing set.

"Why do you guys hate Edan?"

"I'll tell you another day."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

Blaine stood up from the swings and stuck out his hand towards me.

"Let's go get some ice-cream. My treat?"

I contemplated on whether the extra calories were worth it for a moment, when Blaine, who seemed to know what I was thinking, laughed and said, "You'll still look perfect." I smiled at him and gently took his hand and we both walked towards the ice-cream cart.

The rest of the time that we spent at the park was pretty crazy. Jason had somehow managed to gain the attractions of an elderly lady, who kept trying to give him kisses. Not only was the boy horrified, but he ended up hiding in the boys' restroom the remainder time that we were there. Ethan was almost attacked by a dog (Which I later learned that he was afraid of), but luckily Jake managed to save him. Randall got stuck in a tree and it took Thad, Jeff, AND Trent to get him down. They had to coax him with chocolate bars to get him to climb down. He ended up falling on Nick. (Nick was okay, just a bit dizzy.)

At 6 PM sharp, all of the Warblers waiting in the common room, dressed in our uniforms. We sat around as Thad, Wes, and David were discussing something. After a moment, they called our attention and led in the warm-up vocal exercises. I let my voice blend in with the rest of the Warblers' and we got through the warm-ups quickly.

Seth and Casey were standing on either side of me, and Blaine, being the lead soloist, stood at the front of the group. A few times, he would turn around and catch my eye and we'd share a smile, then Wes would slam his gavel to recapture our attention. (We seriously need to get rid of that gavel. I don't care how much he loves it. We need to get rid of it.)

Anyways, an hour passed before we finally finished with warm-ups and going through our songs, so most of us sat around to wait for the other hour to pass. We sat around quietly, me to preserve my voice, the other because Wes wouldn't let them play video games before the concert. (Even David was pouting at that) So, it was really only Blaine, Wes, Thad, and Trent talking to each other.

I pulled out an old issue of Vogue and started flipping through the pages. Seth leaned over my shoulder to get a closer look at it with me. Jake leaned over the top of my head from his spot behind the sofa to take a curious glance and said, "Wow, that chick is hot!" when he saw the model on the page. When he said that, the other Warblers (who weren't talking) flocked around me and the magazine.

I sighed as some of them agreed with him and muttered, "You guys are such pigs." Casey flicked my shoulder and said, "Hey, we're teenage boys with hormones. You can't really blame us." I rolled my eyes, so he added, "Besides, if the magazine was filled with muscled men, then you'd be drooling over the models too." I blushed and smacked his shoulder, to which he casually said, "I love you too!" to.

Seth and I shared a look, and I flipped the page. Every time I flipped to a new page with a different model, there was at least one comment about said models. Seth and I continuously shared annoyed glances with each other. At one point, their comments were so frequent, that Wes walked over to us and told them to stop talking to preserve their voices. (To which Randall made a comment that Wes was talking too, so Thad walked over and smacked him across the back of his head. Then the two head boys moved back to their conversation, while Randall rubbed his head grumbling.) There was still inconspicuous nudges and pointing shared among the boys, though.

By 7:45, I was nearly through with the entire magazine and Trent had joined us at some point, while Blaine went to go talk with Wes and Thad. Suddenly, the door to the common room opened and in walked Mr. Larson, my choir teacher (Also my favorite teacher in the entire school), dressed in a nice black suit.

"Birdies! It's nearly time! The auditorium is packed once again, so I hope you're ready to give another heart warming performance!"

I raised my eyebrow when he said 'again' and 'another'. Were the Warblers really that popular? I guess so, judging by the amount of people the auditorium could hold. Yet, another reason to love being a Warbler more. We got up and followed him out the door,

Wow. The auditorium really was packed. We entered through one of the doors, and when we did, it seemed like everybody stood up and clapped for us. I recognized a few students form some of my classes and a few teachers from the school.

The Warblers and I walked onto the stage with smile plastered on our faces, and we took our places on the risers. Wes walked in front of everyone and introduced us.

"Welcome, Parents, Students, and Faculty to the Dalton Academy Annual Fall Concert. I'm proud to introduce the Dalton Academy Warblers!"

Hm. I wonder how many times he practiced that in front of the mirror. I mean, he sounded so confident in front of everybody. Just like Blaine.

We began our first song and my eyes did a quick scan over the audience to look for any familiar faces. I didn't expect Dad, Carole, or Finn to be there since they were all busy tonight. I quickly glanced through the middle section and was about to move over to the next section, when a face in the back caught my attention. I quickly looked back and realized that it indeed was who I had thought I saw- Rachel. To her left sat Mercedes.

I looked at the two of them and they shot me smiles when they noticed my attention was fixated on them. I nearly stopped singing for a second, but quickly caught myself. No need to have Wes angry at me for ruining the harmonies. Quickly, I formulated a plan to catch them after the concert and ask them how they found out about it, while I continued to harmonize with the rest of the Warblers. Our group sang as a whole, and at the end of the song, everyone stood up and cheered for us. I saw my two best friends giving me thumbs up signs, so I shot them a toothy grin.

We quickly switched off to our new formation, and I moved to the third row, closer to the front. Blaine moved towards the front of all of us (he was the one who had gotten me a spot near the front- or so Thad tells me. He said that Blaine actually begged them. I refuse to believe that the dapper Blaine would actually beg for something as low as that.) and everyone quickly started a melody. Blaine started his solo and we all swayed to the beat of the music. A few times, he would turn and sing to some of the Warblers, and I swear, he turned to me more than anyone else. It could just be my imagination, but seriously, he turned towards me the most.

The rest of the concert continued like that, with Blaine singing most of the solos and the rest of the Warblers swinging in beat with him. At one point, Jeff came out to sing his solo (he finally got his solo after 6 times of auditioning- Blaine told me so) and he absolutely ROCKED it.

At the end of the concert, everyone was filing out of the auditorium. The Warblers continued to stand on stage, as a few of the faculty came onstage to congratulate us. After remembering my plan, I ran offstage to look for Rachel and Mercedes. I thought I heard a few voices calling after me, but I ignored them and continued my search. I mean, no one told me that the Warblers had to stay standing there, so I figured I wouldn't get into too much trouble if I used that as my excuse. Finally, I spotted the two of them by the doorway.

"Rach! 'Cedes!"

My two female best friends turned towards me with smiles on their faces.

"Nice job tonight Kurtsie," said Rachel.

"You guys did a nice job, babe," added Mercedes.

I smiled and thanked them.

"How did you guys even know about the concert anyways? And don't tell me Finn told you because I know that you aren't exactly on speaking terms with him right now," I said, directing the last bit towards Rachel.

"We heard Wesley talk about it yesterday."

"And, there was a sign on a bulletin that we passed by when you gave us a tour of the school."

Oh. That made sense. I was about to answer, when we heard loud footsteps approaching us. Then, Blaine appeared, slightly panting.

"Blaine, are you okay?" I asked with concerned.

He quickly shot me a smile and said, "Are you okay? You shot out of the room really quickly."

I looked at him for a second, then laughed.

"Oh. I left quickly because I noticed there two here-" I jabbed my finger in Rachel and Mercedes' direction "-and decided to figure out how they knew about the concert."

Blaine looked up at Rachel and Mercedes as if he didn't see them there earlier. "Hello ladies. Did you enjoy our concert?" he asked dapperly. I internally laughed at his formality. He knew Rachel and Mercedes well enough to be himself, and yet he still chooses to be his gentlemanly self. More the reason to love him by. Ugh, I mean….

My process of thought was interrupted by more footsteps. Then, Wes, David, Nick, and Jeff appeared.

"Is everything alright?" asked David.

I laughed once again, and said, "You guys worry way too much."

Blaine interrupted.

"He was going after Rachel and Mercedes, whom he had noticed in the crowd."

They four males turned to the two ladies, who smiled brightly and waved at them. Wes and David immediately pulled them in for hugs, while Nick and Jeff both ruffled their hair affectionately.

"What are you doing here?" Wes asked.

"Spying on the competition of course!" joked Rachel, with a grin to assure us.

Wes stiffened slightly, but noticed she was joking, so he relaxed.

Blaine looked curiously at Wes, but once again our attention was diverted by the sound of footsteps. And a lot of them by the sound of it.

The rest of the Warblers appeared as Mercedes asked David something and engulfed the two girls in affectionate hugs and kisses.

We all walked and talked as the girls complimented us on their performance. Eventually, they had to leave before the school shut the gates at 11pm, and everyone else went of to do their own things, like finishing up unfinished homework and such, while I went to my room to rest.

At lunch the next day, I sat with Thad at one of the tables in the lunch room, when David, Wes, Seth, and Blaine came to us, each holding a tray filled with food. Well, Seth had the same thing I had- a salad and water- while everyone else's tray was filled with food.

"So Kurt…."

I glanced up at Wes and shot him a curious glance.

"…Can I have Rachel's number?"

Blinking hard, I was silent for a moment. Then, my face turned into a smirk as I looked at my Asian best friend.

"Is there a reason why you would like her number?"

"….She seems cool."

"Is that the only reason why?"

"Maybe."

David laughed and said, "Can I have Mercedes' number? In fact, can I have Rachel's too? I owe her another soccer match,"

Wes nodded in agreement and Seth looked thoughtful.

"You should probably give their numbers to the rest of the Warblers too. Everyone really liked them."

"You guys just liked our cooking."

Blaine grinned and nudged me with his elbow.

"Thinking about making us breakfast again?"

I rolled my eyes and lightly flicked his shoulder.

"Nah. Too much work."

He faked a gasp.

"Too much work? Kurt Hummel, you sir, are getting lazy."

"Me? Lazy?" I scoffed at him. He laughed at me I turned to Wes and David. "I'll give you their numbers later. The other guys are probably going to ask for it too, so might as well give it all at the same time."

They nodded and ate their lunch, and the rest of the lunch period was spent talking about the math teacher Mr. Gray's' new haircut.

That afternoon, I was studying in the library during my free period- which was last period for me. Seth was sitting next to me, and all the other Warblers were in class- well, excluding Jason and Ethan, who had free periods too. But the latter two were who knows were. The bell rang, signaling the end of school, and we picked up our books and walked towards the door. Along the way to the dorms, we were joined by Thad and Randall, who shared a last period class together.

As soon as we reached the common room, I immediately spotted Blaine's black gelled hair (Yes, he gelled it again, much to my distaste) and took a seat next to him. We exchanged hellos and as soon as we did, Wes and David walked in together. Everyone else was already in the room by this time, so the two took their spots at the head of the room and began the meeting.

Near the end of the meeting, after Wes congratulated our performance and we began to discuss the set list for Sectionals, I remembered my promise to him and David. So, I raised my hand.

"Warbler Kurt?"

"You guys wanted the numbers of Rachel and Mercedes?"

Wes and David looked at each other.

"Now's really not the ti-"

"It's either now or never."

An alarmed look flashed over Wes's face and he answered quickly.

"Fine."

I smirked at them and turned towards everyone else.

"You guys know Rachel and Mercedes, the two ladies who were here on Saturday and Sunday. Since you all got along with them, I asked them if I could give you guys their numbers and they agreed."

I gave the Warblers their numbers and they all added it into their phones. Then, I went back to my seat and Wes continued on with the remainder of the meeting.

I was sitting in my room studying with Casey, Jason, and Andy for the math test we had in Mr. Carter's class the next day on Wednesday. It was after practice, so I thought the rest of the studying period would remain undisturbed. Of course, being with the Warblers, I was wrong.

David slammed open my door and came in running, holding sticks of some sort. He jumped on my and knocked me off my bed, shouting, "Kurtsie! Kurtsie! Look what I've got!" He practically shoved the two sticks into my face and I realized that he was holding two glow sticks. Blaine, who has come running after David, along with Wes, Seth, Nick, Jeff, and Thad, helped me to my feet. "They're glow sticks," I said, looking carefully at them. After all, you never know what to expect with these guys. Once they gave me an Easter egg and told me that there was a prize inside, and when I tried to open it, it exploded. Yes, it literally exploded.

David was bouncing up and down as he said, "I know!" Seth shot me an apologetic look and said, "Sorry, we tried to calm him, but he has a creepy obsession with glowing stuff. Like Wes's obsession with gavels-OW!" Wes had heard the ending of Seth's comment and whipped his gavel out of nowhere, launching it at him. It hit Seth right on the shoulder. I quietly giggled at him as Nick and Jeff leaned over my textbook.

"Ew, math!" said Jeff as he crinkled his nose in disgust. Nick nodded in agreement next to him and proceeded to shut Casey, Jason, and Andy's textbooks shut. Casey started protesting and Thad walked over to my tv set. "Let's watch a movie instead." Jason and Andy immediately agreed, trying to get out of studying. I opened my mouth to say disagree, when my phone rang.

I'd sooner buy
Defying gravity
Kiss me goodbye
I'm defying gravity
I think I'll try
Defying gravity
And you wont bring me down!

"It's Rachel," I said, as I reached for my phone on the edge of my bed. "How do you know?" asked Wes. "Personalized ringtone." "What's mine?" asked Blaine. I winked at him and said, "That's for me to know and you to not." He pouted as I answered the call on speaker.

"Hey Rachel!"

"Kurtsie!"

"Yeah?"

"Can we come over?"

"Well, there's this test I-"

"Too late boo, we're already walking down the hallway." Mercedes voice chimed from the phone.

"What was the point of calling me then?" I asked sarcastically.

"Just thought you'd want a heads up," said Mercedes as she walked into my room with Rachel following behind her. I hung up my phone and sighed as David bounced up to them to show his glow sticks.

"We were just going to watch a movie," mentioned Jason.

The two smiled and flopped onto one of the sofas. The rest of the guys joined them as Thad put in one of the movies and Seth grabbed some of my snacks from my snack drawer. I was about to protest, when Blaine suddenly grabbed my waist. "You studied enough. Relax," he said as he led me to where everyone else was. I let out a breath and gave him a small smile. "Fine, but if I fail, I'm blaming all of you." He grinned back at me and said, "That's perfectly fine. Now relax." He sat and patted the spot next to him. I rolled my eyes and sat next to him, watching as he joined the others in conversation as the opening credits rolled on.

I better not fail that math test.