"Warblers," Wes announced, broadcasting his voice to be heard over the faint rumblings of thunder in the distance, "I believe I speak for all of us when I say that our performance at the Gap was, unfortunately, a disaster of major proportions. Never since the year of 1918 has such an embarrassment occurred."

He could see Kurt rolling his eyes at that, mouthing the words "Prima donna" at him. Next to him, Blaine didn't respond to the words, in an almost depression-like state.

A flash of lightning illuminated the room, the huge clap of thunder that followed making everyone flinch.

"Wes," David murmured worriedly, "maybe we should-"

The lights flickered, once, twice, before shutting off completely, shrouding the room in utter darkness.

Chaos, utter chaos. Those who had been standing off were sent stumbling in a panicked frenzy, everyone's voice rising in a primal, ancient fear of their total vulnerability in their blindness.

"Guys," That called in a desperate attempt to settle them, "guys!"

Wes ran his hands over his gavel, trying to avoid screaming at the massive headache he knew he would have by the time all the Warblers had calmed down.

"SILENCE!" Thad screeched. "I KEEL YOU!"

Well.

It was always the quiet ones, wasn't it?

"Thad," he growled, "as well as that worked..." he paused, "do so again and I'll personally make sure you wake up in a body bag tomorrow. If you wake up at all."

The room was now, finally, quiet.

"Warblers," David said, "this is not the first time this has occurred, as some of you may know. Flashlights are kept in the supply closet."

Ah, good old David. Rational, even when the rest of the world was slowly falling into insanity, Wes included.

The Warblers rushed to grab flashlights, sighing in relief when the first one was turned on, giving them some sense of direction.

Thad appeared, sitting back down as he fumbled with three of the devices, wordlessly handing Wes and David one each.

"We'll have to hold out until the lights come back on, " Wes said as he slid the switch up, "or until the morning, if the lines aren't fixed until later. Games-" Kurt snickered at the word, "-are in the same closet as the flashlights, be sure to clean up once you're finished."

Slowly, the Warblers began to relax, kicking off their shoes and socks as they played and talked, blazers tossed on the leather couches as they clustered on the and Nick had already begun telling ghost stories, the faces around them a Kurt-worthy pale.

Several hours later, and the lights showed no signs of turning back on. With a sigh, Wes stood up from his spot on the floor, and stretched his back muscles, feeling the vertebrae crack satisfyingly.

"Warblers!" he stated in a loud voice. Many pairs of eyes turned towards him, waiting expectantly.

"It would seem we're spending the night here. Put the supplies back in the closet, and get sleeping bags. There should be enough for everyone, and if not, there are also blankets that can be used."

As it turned out, there weren't enough sleeping bags. Kurt, Jeff, and Flint were left with blankets once the scuffle around the closet was over. Jeff immediately crawled into Nick's sleeping bag, ignoring the protests of the Council.

Grumbling at the early time(10:00), everyone slowly fell asleep, spread throughout the room. Thad,who had oddly enough had taken residence on top of the Council's long desk, was out nearly immediately, snoring softly.

Blaine, situated on one of the couches, was next, not nearly so quiet as Thad in his noisy exhales, much to Kurt's amusement, who was stationed on the floor next to Jeff and Nick, both of whom were now asleep.

One by one, the Warblers fell asleep. Wes, one of the last still awake, closed his eyes from his place on the other couch, falling deep into slumber.

He was woken, an hour or so later, by a sharp poke in the ribs and the rapidly whispered words of, "Wes! Wake up!"

Groggy, he rolled over, facing the speaker-Kurt(of course).

"Wha-"

"Shhh..." He muttered, pressing a finger to his lips.

"Why'd you wake me up?" He said angrily.

"I got cold."

"..." It was too early for this. Far too early for him to dredge up his usual urge to kill Kurt.

Kurt was one of the only two who only had blankets, he supposed. And God knew Flint was like a space heater. That didn't give him the liberty to wake Wes up from a perfectly good sleep, though.

He needed his beauty sleep, Goddammit.

"And?"

"You have a sleeping bag." What-no. No, no, no. He was not sharing a sleeping bag with Kurt. He was not.

"Ask Blaine, not me!"

"I can barely ignore his snores from this distance. There's no room with Jeff and Nick, Flint takes up all the space in his bag, asking David would be just too awkward, and I don't trust any of the others."

The universe hated him, it really did.

"Deal with it." he said harshly before flipping back over. This was what happened when his sleep was interrupted.

He tried to fall back asleep. Tried and failed, because he could hear Kurt shivering and shifting down there on the floor beside him and he couldn't fall back asleep with him right there and he needed his sleep, dammit, and-

"For God's sake, get up here. And no cuddling me in your sleep, or so help me Kurt-"

"Thank you thank you thank you thank you-!" Babbling slightly, he crawled up, wiggling into Wes' sleeping bag next to him.

And yes, this was just as awkward as he knew it would be.

"So cold," Kurt mumbled, and before he could register it, Kurt had an arm wrapped around his waist, bare feet pressing against his, face buried in the back of Wes' neck.

He felt a shiver pass through him because, God, Kurt was right there, pressed up against him, and he couldn't think right then.

He regained his senses and pulled Kurt's hand away, hissing angrily at him, "No. Cuddling. Face the other way."

"But you're so warm," he whined, but thankfully obeyed. Sneakily, he snaked his feet back, linking the cold flesh of his ankles with Wes'.

"Kurt," he warned.

"I'm facing the other way!"

The next morning, they'd wake up in their previous position, Kurt spooning Wes and there'd be a big fuss("I told you no cuddling!") and Blaine would be glaring at Wes possessively, but for right now, they could deal with being in the same sleeping bag, deal with being closer to each other than ever before, because, hey, like Kurt said, it wasn't like he could stay with anyone else, right?

Of course, Kurt had neglected to tell Wes that Blaine had stopped snoring a good forty-five minutes ago, and Wes hadn't noticed, so why get him angry for no reason?

Right?

I'm actually reaallllyyyy happy with this ending. :)

This is one of my favorite chapters so far. This took place somewhere in Comeback, since neither Kurt or the Warblers featured in it.

To make up for the lack of Kures/Wert cuddles lately, just picture that sleeping bag scene. It should give you more than enough cavities. XD

Again, a huge thanks to Kluddle, who's been insanely nice to me. I only keep dragging her up in my ANs because she has the PM feature turned off, so sorry to everyone who's getting tired of hearing about her in all her awesome-sauce glory.

My dearest apologies.

Next chapter... We shall have some realizations of the boys' feelings, as several people have been begging for.

Yayaz.

Check out this amazing comic link about Wes: .com/art/The-Warblers-Wes-192002815?q=favby%3AMel32-32&qo=0

Simply amazing. And hilarious, at that.

Glee is NOT MINE.

Reviews are love!

-Mel