"Frank!" Kurt called out after his eyes landed on Frank when he entered the Warbler's choir room. The council had arranged an additional Warbler meeting during the week but they had to wait for several Warblers who had dance, basketball and hockey practices. Most of the Warblers decided on arriving on time, thus having to wait ten minutes. Frank raised his head and smiled as Kurt made his way over to him. Kurt took a seat next to him
"You don't happen to be seeing anyone right now?" Kurt asked Frank. Terry, who sat close to them, leaned in with a big smirk on his face.
"Oh, Kurt, I know how strong your love for Frank is but you've got to remember you're dating Blaine now. You can't exchange a puppy out for a poodle." Terry said.
"What?" Kurt asked, not amused. Frank laughed, even more so at Kurt's expression.
"Yes, Kurt, I'm single. Planning on setting me up on a date? Oh and poodle?" Frank said.
"Yeah, your hair reminds me of a poodle." Terry replied. Kurt noticed around them that some of the guys were near the council table and laughing. Kurt brushed it off, they were probably just telling a joke or something.
"It's my friend, Mercedes. I think you'd get along great. She's very beautiful, nice and funny. So… what do you think?" Kurt asked, waiting for Frank's reaction. He hadn't run this over with Mercedes, but he knew that she wanted a boyfriend. He had tried setting her up with that football player back at McKinley, but nothing happened with that.
They did have a lot in common. They were both singers and in a glee club. They were in separate schools, yes, but at least there wasn't rivalry between them. They were both proud people and even though Mercedes was a diva and Frank wasn't, he did still have that quality. They were both friendly and nice people. Kurt could imagine that their first date would be awkward, since Frank was awkward at times, but he really thought they'd be great together.
"Have you got a picture of her?" Frank asked. Not a rejection yet, this was going well. Kurt grabbed his phone and found a picture of him and Mercedes smiling at the camera. Frank had a small smile on his face and he nodded.
"Yeah, she… she's really pretty." He said. A big smile spread on Kurt's face. The first part of his plan was a success and that was the hard part. "She knows about this, doesn't she?" Frank asked, eyeing Kurt suspiciously.
Kurt considered the option of telling the truth, he really did. But doing so could mean that Frank would back out. He put on a reassuring smile.
"Yeah, I told her I'd set her up with one of my friends here at Dalton. Does Friday around eight at Breadstix sound good?" Kurt asked.
"That's the place we performed Silly Love Songs on Valentine's Day, right?" He said. Then his eyes widened and he breathed in deeply and let it out slowly. "Oh, right! That's where I remember her from! She was sitting next to that little brunette, right?"
Kurt nodded, "Rachel Berry, yes."
"Ooh, I see some annoyance, Kurt." Trent said.
"I can't exactly say we're best friends right now." Kurt said.
"Aw, want me to trash-talk about her? It'll make you feel better." Trent offered, making Terry laugh and nod.
"No, that's okay Trent." Kurt said.
David and Jeff made their entrance and being the last Warblers to arrive, the meeting could begin. The council, who hadn't been in their usual seats, walked over to the table and sat down. The Warblers also took their seats.
"This meet—" Wes began saying, but stopped, his eyes wide. David leaned forward, giving Wes a concerned look. Thad wasn't paying Wes any attention, but was fiddling his thumbs nervously and tapping his leg. The Warblers switched from exchanging looks with each other and staring at the council.
"Where is it?" Wes said. "My gavel, where is it?" He said a little louder. The room was dead silent, all members smirking, confused or scared.
"You!" Wes cried, turning to face Thad. "You took it, didn't you? You've always hated it and tried to get your hands on it to dispose it, haven't you? Where is it?"
Thad stared at Wes with annoyance. "I didn't take it, you idiot. You probably took it with you after a meeting and forgot it in your bag or your room or something." He said coldly. Wes looked slightly taken aback at the cold tone in Thad's voice, but brushed it off. Thad was known for being cold and angry when he was in a bad mood or if he didn't get enough sleep or was hungry, so Wes assumed he was one of those things. He turned to face the other Warblers, some who were trying to hide their smirks.
"Which one of you did it?" Wes asked, his eyes narrowing.
"Like Thad said, maybe you just forgot it." Nathan said. He was probably the only Warbler who wasn't either looking scared, confused or curious. He didn't smirk, yet he looked more confident and sure than usual. Wes picked up on this and pointed at him.
"You know where it is, don't you?" Wes said in an almost whisper, making Randy burst out laughing. He regained his poker face pretty quickly and apologized, but he was still smirking.
"I know no such things, Warbler Wes." Nathan said calmly. Wes walked around the table, but still stood on the platform the council table rested on.
"Don't lie to me." Wes said slowly, adding emphasis on every syllable.
"Okay, are we just gonna randomly quote Harry Potter now or…?" Jeff asked. Wes turned around to glare at him. Jeff's eyes widened and he shrunk back in his seat, half-burying his face in Nick's shoulder. The lower half of his face was hidden by Nick's shoulder, but it was clear he was smirking, since it reached his eyes.
"I swear, I don't know where it is." Nathan said. He would have been able to keep up the cover completely if Robert hadn't burst out laughing and not being able to stop. Nathan didn't laugh along, but he was doing his best to keep himself from smiling, but he was failing.
"If you do not tell me where it is, so help me, you will never get a solo ever again." Wes said.
"How can I tell you something I don't know?" Nathan said, making Wes sneer at him.
Kurt felt someone tug his sleeve. He saw Blaine giving him a small smile and tilting his head slightly to the left. Kurt's eyes scanned the left side of the room and after looking for a short time, he finally saw it. The gavel was resting in Randy's hands, which were behind him.
"Wes, do you really need the gavel?" David asked. When Wes turned his attention to David, Randy handed the gavel over to Trent, who hid it between himself and the arm of the sofa.
"Yes, David, I do. We can't start this meeting without it." Wes said. David sighed and turned his attention to the left side of the room.
"Guys, I hate to be a spoil sport and everything, but we must begin this meeting. Give Wes his gavel back and we can put this whole thing behind us." David said. Wes whipped around to look in the same direction David was and tried to figure out who had indeed taken the gavel.
"You do realize whoever took the gavel cannot give it up now, since said person will never get a solo throughout this year." Nick said. Wes slowly turned to glare at him, a glare that said you-bitch-I-hate-you-for-ruining-it.
"Fine, I'll just look for it myself. Warblers, stand up." Wes commanded. Only about half the Warblers did. The half that didn't stand up were trying their best to not burst out in laughter and some were failing.
Trent then made a snap decision. When Wes turned his head towards David, pleading with his eyes for some help, he reached for the gavel and threw it towards Terry, who grabbed it. Wes saw the movement and turned to Terry, who held the gavel up as high as he could. Wes stormed to where Terry was standing and stopped right in front of him. He didn't even attempt to reach for it since he was too short.
"The gavel. Now." He demanded. Terry just smiled at him. "Fine," Wes said when he realized Terry wasn't about to give up easily. He turned towards the sofa right next to him and climbed on it. He then jumped on Terry so it looked like he was getting a horse-back ride. Meanwhile, Terry quickly lowered his arm and handed the gavel to Chris, who ran away with it. Wes didn't notice this movement and started punching Terry in his chest.
"Where is it? Give me it! You just had it, where has it gone? Give me it, give me it now!"
"Stop!" A loud voice boomed from the other side of the room. Thad stood next to the open window, holding the gavel loosely in his hand, which was stretched through the open window. Wes gave an audible gasp. "I won't drop it if everyone will just sit down and let us carry on with this meeting. It wasn't arranged so you could trick Wes and make him run around the room like a lunatic. Those who arranged it and took part in this won't be disqualified from getting solos."
"I swear, if you drop it…" Wes said, now standing on the floor next to Terry.
"Wes, for the love of God, it's a freaking gavel! Why the hell are you so obsessed with it? Unless it was made by your blind great-great-great-great grandmother while escaping the Huns, neither I nor you nor anyone else should give a shit about it." Thad said, obviously agitated. The Warblers began taking their seats again in silence, no one wanting to anger Thad further.
David sent Thad a concerned look. "Why are you so angry all of a sudden?"
Thad extracted his arm from the window and let it drop by his side, the gavel still in his hand. "I just have a lot on my mind and you're all behaving like five year olds." He said. He closed the window and moved towards the table, setting the gavel in the middle of the table and sat down in his seat. Wes soon followed. He picked up the gavel reluctantly and banged it.
"This meeting has been called to order. Regionals is coming up and we need to work out what numbers we're going to do and the choreography."
Semi silly chapter, involving the famous gavel! The next one or the one after that will be a bit on the more dramatic side. Sorry for having so many angsty/drama moments in this story. I dunno why, but it's so much fun writing them. I won't go overboard with them, though. If you feel like they're too many, just let me know. It's much easier to write the silly and more humorous parts of the story, so yeah. I'm rambling. Whatever.