Bonjour Everyone! New Chapter is up! I'm also halfway through with the next chapter, so be expecting that soon. Yeah, i keep saying to expect things and end up taking a long time, so i apologize for that. But i will have the next chapter up by at least July 20th. I pinky promise. And I never break pinky promises.

I would also like to give special thanks to: go random peeps, Elle Loves Glee, kubirox555, and Mandykur for giving me PMs with ideas and reminded me to post. Because honestly, if someone didn't remind me, then i would probably never post at all. Yeah, i'm very forgetful.

More Shout Outs to my Reviewers! : Lily887787, Vamp gyrl, Elle Loves Glee, Gleefan, xxshawneexx, jtangel, dreamer 3097, PakiNoor, PuckleberryShipper326, VemArJag, Skittles713, DontStopBelieving, snowy-naru08 , njferrell , Frances

I just wanted to say how much i appreciate the reviews you guys give me, because they really make my day. So thanks! Enjoy and Review!

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee.

Kurt'sPOV

Early Saturday morning, I was sitting in front of my vanity humming along with Pavarotti's chirps. The Warblers weren't required to meet for about another hour or two, since Sectionals started in mid- afternoon. Everybody else was probably still asleep. Well, except for Wes. Then again, when is Wes ever asleep this early in the morning? I've heard from David and Blaine that the only time that Wes slept in on a weekend was after he crashed from drinking like 12 cans of Red Bull. I could only imagine what the Warblers had to deal with having Wes on high from Red Bull. Laughing to myself, I turned in my chair and gently stroked Pav through his cage.

"You're so cheery today, Pav. Is it because it's Sectionals today?" I cooed to him. He chirped back cheerfully and I smiled. Guess Pav could feel my excitement too. I turned back to my mirror one more time and wiped off some stray moisturizer from my cheek. There, finally done with my morning moisturizing. Now what should I do for the next hour? Practice? Nah, Wes has already made us practice enough this week. I swear he almost threw his gavel at us once.

Seth suddenly came rushing through my door. What the heck? Why is he- "Kurt! Help get this off me!" He fell to his knees in front of me as I eyed him cautiously.

I began to pull off what seemed to be like a big pile of fluffy-ness off his head. "What the heck is this?" I asked when I finally got most of it off his head and was now picking small pieces of its remain of his head.

"No one knows. It's one of Nick and Jeff's traditions before a competition."

"To put fluffy-ness on everyone's head?" Okay, now that was just weird. Not that the Warblers aren't already weird enough without their traditions.

Seth nodded. "Well, not everyone's head. Just on a few people's heads. Last year they got Casey, Trent, Flint, and uh-"

"David," came Blaine's voice from the doorway. We both quickly turned around and I had to stifle a laugh when I did.

"Nice hat." I couldn't help but smirk at him while he scowled at me. "Help me," he said while pouting slightly. Damn puppy eyes. Ugh, fine. "Come here," I ordered him while laughing slightly to myself, and he walked over to me. I began to pull off the file of fluff from his head, with Seth quickly joining me.

"Seriously guys, what the heck is this stuff?" I said, looking at the multicolored who-knows-what in my hand.

"They're stupid feathers," Blaine grumbled, while trying to pick out some from his hair. I took a closer glance at the stuff and finally recognized them. Wow, they are feathers. How could I not notice that? I use feathers all the time for my craft projects.

"They messed up my hair," pouted Seth. I rolled my eyes as I continued to pick out pieces of feathers from Blaine's hair. "Ugh, my gel is messed up now," I heard Blaine groan from under my hands. One again I rolled my eyes.

I got up from my seat. "Seth, go to my bathroom," I said to Seth, then turned to Blaine. "Blaine, honey, go get your hair gel, then come back in here and go to my bathroom too." Whoops, that 'honey' accidently slipped out of my mouth. Oh well, instead of blushing about it like I usually would, there was no time to panic about something like that right now when Sectionals was just a few hours away.

"But Kurt-"

"Go!" I said, pushing Blaine towards my door, then getting up and walking to my bathroom. Seth joined me in the seconds later, just as I pushed my vanity chair against the sink.

"Sit," I told Seth. He did so as I got a towel and put it on the edge of the sink. "Lean back." Once again, he listened and leaned back onto the towel with his head underneath the sink and I put another towel over his chest as to not get his uniform wet. I quickly turned on the water and hummed quietly as I began to get the rest of the feathers out of his hair. After a minute or two, the rest of the feathers were out of his hair and he sat up. I tossed him a new towel to dry his hair with, just as Blaine walked into my bathroom looking like a small confused puppy. Cute.

"You," I said, pointing to him, "sit here." I turned to Seth. "Go find Nick and Jeff before we end up with another hair disaster" He nodded and quickly left the room, while I turned back to Blaine. "Lean back," I ordered him and he did so. I put a cover on top of him and quickly turned on the water. I let the water rinse over his hair for a second, before groaning.

"Blaine, you're only supposed to use a little bit of hair gel, not a handful."

"I don't-"

"Blaine, you're talking to a boy who has seen how much gel you've put in your hair before."

"You should have commented last time then!"

"I did! Then we were late for first (period) because you began a rant about how much hair gel you need to keep your curls tame."

He didn't answer as I began to run my fingers through his hair, trying to thoroughly washing out all the gel from his hair. It still wouldn't come out. "I'm using shampoo in your hair." I grabbed my shampoo bottle and put some on my fingers. Finally, I was getting some of the hair gel out of his hair. I picked out excess feathers and finally got the hair gel out of his hair after a few minutes.

Grabbing a towel, I helped him dry his hair off a little, and I told him to sit in front of my vanity. Grabbing his hair gel and my hair dryer, his hair was dry within a matter of a few moments.

"Blaine, this is the amount of hair gel you're supposed to use," I told him, while showing him my hand with a dab of gel on it. "Yeah, yeah," he pouted as I began to fix up his hair. "You're lucky you're my best friend, otherwise I wouldn't let you use my comb. I don't even let my dad touch my comb." He flashed me a grin that I saw in the mirror and I smiled back at him, while chuckling slightly.

I continued to fix his hair for another few moments, when I stopped for a moment. Holding back a smirk, I resumed what I was doing, while saying, "Jeff, Nick, if you two value your lives, don't you dare put that pile of feathers on my hair." I felt the two culprits freeze behind me, and I couldn't help but laugh. Even Blaine was gaping at me.

"How did you know we were in here?" asked Nick, both boys walking in view of the mirror.

"They weren't even in view of the mirror," added an astonished Blaine.

This time, I didn't hold back my smirk. "I'm just freakin' ninja." I was finished fixing Blaine's hair, so I went over to my sink and washed my hands. I turned to Jeff and Nick. "Stop putting feathers in people's hair. We don't have any more time to fix any hair disasters because of you two." They tried to look innocently at me, but I just shook my head. Finally, they nodded reluctantly and left the room.

Meanwhile, Blaine was still looking at the mirror. "How the heck did you get my hair to stay with that less gel?"

"I'm just amazing." He looked at me with a raised eyebrow. "I'll help you later."

"You are amazing." He spun in the chair and turned to face me. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but closed it a second later and just looked at me. I blushed under his gaze.

"Blaine, what are-"

"Kurt, I-"

We both spoke at the same time and were cut off by a loud thud outside my room. Our heads both whipped to the door, then we glanced at each other.

"W-we should check that out," I said to him, heading towards the door.

"Yeah," he replied. I could have sworn I heard him groan in frustration behind me, but it must have been my imagination.

We both walked out towards the hallway and were greeted by an unsightly scene.

Nick, Jeff, and Wes were all on the floor, and there were feathers all over the floor. Wes's gavel lay broken near the wall. Uh-oh, that can't be good. The last time – well, last twenty-something times, actually – that Wes's gavel was broken, he was on a rage for days until his old one was replaced or fixed. Lucky for us, David has a bunch of gavels in case it ever happened.

The doors to the rooms in the hallway were opening and tired looking Warblers emerged from behind them. Seth skidded to a halt from around the corner of the hallway. He rushed towards me. "Sorry Kurt, I couldn't find them anywhere in this hall, so I was checking the kitchen when I heard a thud and – " I cut him off with a wave of my hand. It wasn't his fault that Nick and Jeff were idiots.

The three males on the floor were groaning in pain and getting up slowly. As soon as they got up, Nick and Jeff immediately backed away from an angry looking Wes. Said person got up and dusted himself off, though failing to get all the feathers off him. His attention was on the two, so Blaine took this opportunity to grab the broken gavel and hide it in his blazer.

"You two are-"I quickly walked to Wes's side and interrupted him before he could further scare the two boys who looked like they were about to wet their pants. "Why don't you get changed," I said to him while slowly turning him towards his room. He grumbled to himself and shot Nick and Jeff one final look as I helped push him towards his door. Once he entered the doorway, I closed the door and pulled David from his spot just outside his door.

"Do you have another replacement gavel?" asked Blaine, quickly approaching us.

"Why, what happened to his old one?"

"It broke when they crashed." Blaine took the gavel from his pocket and showed David, who was beginning to look a bit panicked.

"N-no."

Okay, now we were all alarmed. That included everyone in the hallway, who had walked towards us once Wes walked into his room.

"I only had twenty-five replacement gavels. That was my last replacement one."

Uh-oh. Okay, this isn't good. Deep breaths, Kurt. Deep Breaths. I slowed down my frantic breathing enough to ask, "What do we do then?" I was only met with panicked expressions, much like my own. Only Blaine seemed to be the calm one here.

"Let's fix this calmly and rationally. We should still have about an hour left – "

"Warbler meeting now!" said Wes

Okay, now Blaine was looking panicked. What do we do? Uh-

We all walked towards the practice room, while shooting each other frantic looks.

Once everyone was in the room, Wes stood up and said, "This Warbler meeting has off- " He broke off and looked around himself with a confused expression. "Has anyone seen my gavel? It was in my pocket earlier."

Blaine visibly gulped as he was the one with the gavel, even though he wasn't the one who broke it. I shared a frantic glance with Seth, who was sitting on my other side, and grabbed the broken gavel from inside Blaine's blazer. Well, someone has to tell Wes what happened and it didn't look like Blaine was planning on it anytime soon. He looked a bit scandalized (well, he was blushed and gaping at me, so scandalized it is!) that I reached into his blazer, but I ignored the look and marched up to Wes, placing the broken gavel in front of him. "It broke when you fell earlier."

Instead of going into a rage like he usually does, he just stared at me open-mouthed. Now I was getting worried.

"Wes?"

As soon as I said his name, he began to hyperventilate and looking at me with a horrified expression. "Wes! Wes! Calm down!" I was seriously worried for him. I did not expect this reaction from him at all. I mean, the only time that I've seen Wes so un-composed was when he broke up with Tabitha. Even then, it wasn't this bad!

"Fix it! Fix it!" he cried. All the Warblers were in panic now.

This is definitely not good. Especially since the bus to go Sectionals was leaving in an hour. Okay, focus Kurt. Get everyone organized. Deal with the problem. Deal with Wes first. Courage.

"David, Blaine, Seth, calm down Wes. Give him some tea and take him up to my room. I'll check on you guys in a few minutes." They nodded and dragged a still-frantic looking Wes out of the room.

"Nick, Jeff, go change out of those uniforms. They're still covered in feathers. Afterwards, join Randall, Andy, and Jason in cleaning that pile of feathers in the hallway before someone gets hurt." The five males slipped out of the doorway with a nod and I turned to the remaining 5 Warblers in the room.

"Thad, Casey, Trent, Flint, Jake, try to fix the gavel. Try anything. If you can't fix it within 15 minutes of the bus leaving for Sectionals, tell me and we'll have to deal with it from there." They immediately swarmed around the gavel and I slipped out of the room, and began heading towards my room. There was no way they were going to be able to fix that gavel. It's broken in more than three parts, and I know for sure that glue and tape aren't going to work. We are so screwed.

I walked down the hall rubbing my temples tiredly and saw that Randall was giving Andy and Jason some brooms, leaving two extra for Nick and Jeff. I gave them a nod and entered my room. Wes was seated on my bed, and David and Blaine were quietly trying to sooth him. Seth entered my room a second later, holding a teacup and passed it to Wes. I sat in front of him on the bed.

"They're trying to fix you're gavel, okay Wes?"

Instead of him being soothed, he began to prattle, "We're going to lose. We're going to lose. We're going to lose. New Directions is going to win and we're all going to end up old and alone with a bunch of cats, and we should have never changed up the old routine since its breaking our tradition and Dalton goes by tradition-"

Shit. Wes has finally cracked. Blaine and David were trying to calm him down even more and Seth joined them in their frantic actions. I scoped my mind for a solution. Uh, candy? No, that won't help this situation. A walk? No time. A picture? No, that's- wait. That's the perfect solution. According to the internet (I had a lot of free time when I was at McKinley), looking at a calming picture works. Okay, now a picture of what? My eyes quickly scanned the room and they fell upon one of my more recent pictures. I walked over to get it. Well, this is probably a long shot, but here goes.

"Wes, look, it's a picture of all the Warblers we took during the middle of the Nerf fight last week. We look happy right?" Still no response from him. "It even has Mercedes and Rachel." This time, he finally responded positively. When I mentioned Rachel's name, his eyes flicked to mine and he grabbed the picture from my hand.

I grinned in success as the other three slumped against my pillows tiredly and Wes looked at the picture. So, he really is interested in her. Blackmail material for the future. Though, I think they would be a cute couple. Rachel really needs someone who won't disappoint her. She- Wait a second. Rachel…RACHEL!

Why didn't I think of this before?

I quickly walked out the door while grabbing my messenger bag and dialed her number, walking back over to the kitchen to grab a few snacks.

"Hello?"

"Rachel!"

"Hey Kurtsie! Were you calling to say good luck?"

"Actually Rach, I need your help."

"Care to elaborate?"

"It's about Wes."

"Is he alright? Do I need to go over there?" I chuckled slightly at her immediate response. Yep, they totally like each other.

"No, sweetheart, he's fine. Well, actually he's not."

"Is he okay or not?"

"He's not physically hurt. But he is a little emotionally unstable right now."

"What happened?"

"Remember how he always carries a gavel around?"

"Mhm…"

"And remember how I told you that David had replacements in case they broke?"

"Yeah..."

"David ran out of replacements. And now Wes is left with a broken gavel just an hour- well, thirty minutes now- before we have to get on the bus to leave for Sectionals."

"Let me guess, you want me to go pick up a gavel for him before he goes all mental on you guys?"

"He kind of already did."

"Already? How long has it been broken?"

"Like half an hour."

"Okay, okay, I'll get one later."

"Can you get it before we arrive there? Our bus leaves in thirty."

"But then that leaves me with less than an hour-"

"Hey, you're forgetting it takes nearly 2 hours for us to get there. Besides, McKinley is only like 45 minutes away from there." Well, let's just hope that Rachel was already somewhere near McKinley.

"But I don't know any places that sell gavels and I still have to go get ready-"

"Thanks Darling!"

"But Kurt, my call time is in half an hour too and Mr. Schue is going to get mad-"

"Love you Rach!"

She sighed and grumbled back while I held a happy grin. "…..Love you too, Kurt. You're so lucky that I'm already near McKinley; otherwise I wouldn't be able to pull this off at all. I'll text Mercedes to tell Schuester that I'll meet them there."

"Good Luck dear!"

"You too."

I hung up and my smile got even bigger. Okay, that problem was basically solved. Let's just hope she finds a gavel in time. I looked at some of the cabinets and pulled out a few boxes of snacks. The bus was already filled with water, so I didn't have to grab any beverages. Knowing the Warblers, most of them would forget that they had to eat breakfast once we were halfway through the drive, someone would demand a stop, and Wes would yell at them even more. Well, I don't know if that last part is going to happen with Wes like this right now, but the parts before probably would.

I felt someone else enter the room after a moment, but continued to fill my bag with potentially-healthy snacks. "Need any help?" Yep, it was Blaine. I turned to face him. His hazel eyes looked right into mine.

I shook my head.

"How is Wes?"

"He's still looking at that picture. How did you know what to distract him with?" He looked at me curiously.

I simply just shrugged. "Lucky guess."

"You're a genius, Kurt." He took a step closer to me and leaned against the counter.

I smirked and winked at him. "Yes, yes I am."

He laughed and I titled my head slightly. "Are you nervous?"

"Me, nervous? Why ever would you think that, Kurtsie dear?" he faked a gasp and I smacked him lightly on his shoulder.

"Jerk. Just because you've performed a gazillion times in front of crowds-"

"I think saying 'a gazillion' is way too big of an exaggeration." He raised one of his eyebrows at me and I rolled my eyes, lightly smiling.

We were silent for a moment, when Blaine suddenly spoke. "Are you nervous?" I looked at him and gulped. He looked at me with his beautiful eyes and I almost forgot to breathe for a second. I nodded.

He smiled slightly and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me in for a hug. "Don't be. You're going to do great."

Still embracing him, I shook my head. "It's not that I'm nervous about. I'm more worried about-"

I was cut off when Casey's voice cut in from the doorway. "We couldn't fix it, Kurt!" Blaine and I broke off from our embrace and I turned to him.

"Just go get the others and tell them to get ready. Tell them to meet on the bus, and if they're late, then we're leaving without them. We're going to be late if we wait for anyone." He nodded and flitted out of the room.

Blaine turned towards me and lightly tapped my head. "Got anymore lucky guesses in there to help fix our dilemma?"

I winked at him. "No more guesses, but plenty of back-up plans." Okay, maybe just one, but he doesn't need to know that. He chucked and I nudged him lightly. "Aren't you going to get ready?"

"Kurt, I've been ready. I got up around the same time you did."

"Well that's- Hey, wait a second. How did you know that you got up the same time I did? Stalker, much?" I looked at him curiously.

He smirked at me, thus increasing my curiosity. "Tell me," I begged him, pouting slightly.

"Thin walls." I didn't understand what he meant, so he explained himself. "You and I room next to each other and the walls between our rooms are really thin. And you're alarm clock is really loud." His eyes were dancing in the light. "Never took you as the type to listen to Hoku."

My eyes widened and I blushed. "Shut up." I slapped him slightly in the shoulder as he laughed at me. "The song seemed fitting as a wake up call. 'Perfect Day' is an interesting song. Besides, my phone switches alarm songs by itself, so I didn't exactly chose it now, did I?"

He just shook his head and smiled at me. After a moment, he got up off the counter and slung my messenger bag over his shoulder. "We should get going now," he said, sticking his hand out towards me. I grinned at him and took his hand, and we both walked out of the kitchen and towards the bus downstairs.

XxX

The bus ride was pretty quiet, considering the amount of teenage boys on it. Well, I think that's because most of the boys ended up falling asleep again.

Blaine and Seth were leaning on my shoulders, Seth asleep and Blaine looking through a magazine with me. Across from us, Wes was scrolling through the pictures on my phone. We finally got him to calm down after a long while. David, who was sitting next to Wes, had fallen asleep and was resting his head on the table.

About halfway through the ride, one of the guys, I think it was Randall, exclaimed, "Guys, I'm hungry." Wes looked up from my phone and shifted a steely glare at him. "You should have eaten breakfast then."

Randall looked like he was about to retort, when Blaine reached into my messenger bag and tossed a box of granola bars at his head. Randall looked irritated for a second, but his expression changed completely when he saw the box of snacks on his lap. "Thanks Blainey-kins!" Blaine rolled his eyes and I chuckled underneath my breath.

I heard some of the other Warblers get up and grab some granola bars from Randall.

I mentally prayed that Rachel had found a gavel, because Wes was probably going to have a meltdown on stage if she didn't.

When we had about a 45 minute drive left, Seth and David finally woke up, and Casey joined us at our table.

"I spy something green," he said once he sat down.

I rolled my eyes. "Are we seriously going to play this game?"

"Yes," chorused Seth, Blaine, David, and Casey. Wes rolled his eyes like I did.

We spent the rest of the time playing I-Spy, which I was surprising good at.

"Are you sure you didn't secretly play this game with Rachel and Mercedes all the time?" asked Blaine with an accusing grin on his face. I laughed and whacked him lightly. "Yes, I'm sure. I'm pretty sure I would remember if I ever did."

He just grinned and we all sat in a comfortable silence for a moment. Then, Ryan, the bus driver, spoke up from his seat.

"We're here."

I gulped nervously.

Preview of Next Chapter:

"So, you and Wes seem to have grown an attachment towards each other."

She raised an eyebrow. "I've grown attached to all the Warblers now." Well, that is true. Rachel and Mercedes hang out with the Warblers all the time now.

"But there's something extra going on between you two." I wiggled my eyebrows at her.

"Like how there's something going on between you and Blaine?" Crap. I couldn't deny anything because I told her about my crush on him ages ago.

"Shut up."

She smirked. "Exactly."

I Think I'll do that more often; put previews of the next chapter at the bottom. What do you guys think?