A/N: I think I was inspired... you'll see XD Warbler war may be a bit disappointing but hey..

Kurt was in the Dalton kitchen. He was being watched carefully by some of the Garglers of course, but if he was going to eat the sorry excuse for a sandwich he had been given, then they were sorely mistaken. Kurt looked over his shoulder and smiled smugly to himself as the other boys watched in awe as Kurt expertly cut up the vegetables and diced the meat. They all seemed to lean forward as the smell of Kurt's cooking began to waft around the room.

Once he was finished, Kurt plated up and made to walk out the room, but of course was stopped by an arm from Greg blocking his exit.

"Where do you think you're going?" He snarled.

"To eat. I'm not staying in here." Kurt remarked, glaring up at Greg.

Greg frowned, but moved his arm away from the door. "Fine, but you'll be eating with us."

Kurt was escorted out the room, but before he left, he turned to the boys still in the room. "I'll leave the washing up to you." He winked.

"Dammit, that smells good." Nick leant back in the leather couch, taking in the pleasant aroma.

"Yeah, it's probably Kurt." Blaine sniffed, his chin resting in his hands and eyes planted firmly on the carpet.

"Dude, you so have to lend him to me for my next Birthday party!" Jeff commented.

"That's if he doesn't hate me by that time, or if he's not too traumatised." Blaine said guiltily.

"Blaine, seriously, Kurt is scary." Sebastian began. "Don't look at me like that babe, the guy has retractable claws, trust me, I know."

"There's nothing to worry about Blaine. He'll be fine." David reassured him. For the little time he had known Kurt, he knew the boy was extremely stubborn and most probably giving the Garglers a hard time.

"We could of gotten him back easily though! I mean, we didn't have to let them take him, he was just there I should've fought for him!" Blaine moaned.

"Yeah, and get us all pummelled to death, as well as having a pummelled Hummel. Get it?" Thad interjected.

"Thad's right, the Garglers are like, Battle Force Sumo, we'd be crushed! Trust Greg to have so many large friends." Trent crossed his arms grumpily.

"We're seriously outnumbered as well; the only thing we have is our brains, which means the hunt for Kurt should be easy." Wes reasoned.

"Yeah, it's our chance to be ninjas! I'm so taking the name Weaver." Nick declared.

"Hey! I don't want to be stuck with Wobbegong!" Jeff complained.

"You best take the brains comment back Wes." Thad glared at Nick and Jeff who stuck their tongues out at him.

"There's a chance we're going to have to fight though, despite it being against the school rules. It's not like they're going to leave Kurt on his own in a room, not by his track record." Trent said.

Sebastian thought back to Kurt kicking him in the shin, then kicking that other guy... "His kick does have a good aim." He said out loud.

Everyone went silent and stared at him before bursting out laughing.

"Maybe we'll get there and they'd all be beat up with Kurt sitting on them filing his nails." Nick giggled.

There was more laughter as they pictured this, Blaine cheering up considerably.

Their fun was cut short as they heard a commotion outside in the corridor. Frowning, everyone shared glances before standing up to see what was going on. As they went to look out the door, they were pushed aside by a giant T-Rex, a guy with a Mohawk trying to pull him back, an Asian guy with a worried expression following. A clueless looking guy also entered the room wheeling another guy in with him.

Blaine's eyes widened in shock. "Finn? Puck, Artie, Mike, Rory? What are you doing here?"

"We were at this kick ass party until you decided to call Finn!" Puck grunted, holding onto Finn.

"Dude, you didn't have to come with me you know." Fin hissed.

"You were our ride home." Mike stated.

"What's going on yo." Artie asked, apparently no one had been informed and Finn had just declared he was leaving.

"Where's my brother!" Finn fumed, squaring up to Blaine.

"I told you to lie." Nick muttered under his breath.

"Well..." Blaine began sheepishly.

Kurt was sat as far away from Greg as possible. He hated the guy, but he wasn't scared, years of bullying sort of gave him a hardened shell for this sort of thing. Besides, his worse experience was when he was shoved into that cold shower by the hockey team and they were undoubtedly scarier than a bunch of spoiled rich kids.

"I need the toilet." Kurt announced.

"Go in a bottle." Greg growled.

"Erm, I'm gay. And I'm not the butch gay, I'm the 'I actually care about my appearance,' gay. The same could not be said for a Walrus like you." Kurt snapped, standing up. "So I'm going to the bathroom, and if you stop me I'll stab you in the eye with my fork."

Greg glared at Kurt for a while before obliging, but he refused to let Kurt go on his own, keeping a vice like grip on his arm which Kurt knew would leave bruises. Kurt luckily managed to take his bag with him and thus began his 'annoy the hell out of Greg' plan.

As soon as they arrived at the toilets, Kurt locked himself in one of the stalls. He sat down on the loo seat and rifled through his bag, pulling out his copy of Vogue, crossing his legs and placing the magazine on his lap.

"I'm not going to go if it's this quiet." Kurt announced, licking his thumb and fore finger and turning a page.

Greg rolled his eyes and started playing with the hand dryer.

Kurt then decided it would be fun to start singing. "Drip drip drop little April showers, doo doodoo doo doo doo doodoo doodoo."

"Are you done yet?" Greg spat, becoming impatient.

"Don't talk to me, it's unnerving." Kurt answered back, enjoying the annoyance in Greg's voice.

This went on for half an hour until Greg got really aggravated and decided to fling Kurt's stall door open, finding out it was actually unlocked.

Kurt looked up from playing on his Nintendo DS. "Hey, I've almost finished this level, could you come back in like, an hour?"

"So Kurt is going to be stuck with that dick for a whole night?" Puck asked.

Blaine nodded solemnly.

"Right, where are these Garners, I'm going to kill them!" Finn stood up but was stopped by the Warblers.

"Okay, first, it's the Garglers, and secondly, if you guys go in there all guns blazing then they'll just move Kurt somewhere else and god knows what they'll do to him for us breaking our deal." Wes explained.

"Then what are we supposed to do?" Rory looked worried. He liked Kurt. Kurt had saved him from the onslaught of that ball throwing game.

"We wait, and formulate a plan. Now we've got you guys here we have the upper hand. We needed some muscle and they don't know you're here." David said.

The boys all looked at each other then nodded. "So what shall we do?" Finn was all on board. He felt he owed Kurt all those years he had ignored him. That and they were kinda like family.

Blaine didn't sleep at all that night. He couldn't help but think of Kurt being stuck with Greg all night, what if he had done something? Then again he knew Greg was likely to keep his word. He wouldn't dare touch Kurt until four.

Just then Nick and Jeff walked into the room dressed in black with a strip of black cloth wrapped around their heads and war paint across their faces.

"Subtlety isn't a word you guys know, is it?" Thad cocked an eyebrow at the two boys.

"What, it's fun!" Nick beamed, him and Jeff laughing.

Trent walked in then, took one look at the two boys, and then turned to walk back out again.

Blaine sighed.

"It's alright, we'll get him back." David reassured him.

Wes nodded his agreement as the New Directions Boys arrived, dressed just like Nick and Jeff.

The rest of the Warblers looked at them, then burst out laughing.

Finn blushed. "What, it sounded like a good idea."

"A better camouflage would be if you guys dressed in Dalton uniforms. The Garglers don't know who you are and will probably just think you're part of the school so you'd easily be able to get past them." Sebastian suggested. Everyone looked at him.

"Actually, that's not a bad idea." Blaine said, impressed.

"Right then princess," Greg looked at Kurt. "Ready for the fun?"

"Not really." Kurt seemed to find whatever was under his nails a lot more interesting then Greg. After the incident in the toilets Greg had been fuming and it had taken all his effort not to hurt Kurt there and then.

Kurt was also difficult about sleeping arrangements, Greg walking into the room Kurt had been staying in to find the Gargler who the bedroom belonged to on the floor and Kurt snuggled up in the bed. Wow that boy could whip anyone.

"You're really pushing it." Greg warned.

"Good, this is all ridiculous anyway." Kurt admitted.

All the Garglers were sat in the art room on the East side of the building. It was the furthest away from the Garglers 'head quarters' and a less obvious place to hide Kurt. The Warblers were going to have a hard time finding him.

"Really? When four comes along you won't be thinking that." Greg promised Kurt, smirking.

"Don't think you've already won. The Warblers can beat your imitation group easily." Kurt mocked.

"That's if they can get past my guys unscathed." The look in Greg's eyes began to worry Kurt. If any of the Warblers ended up hurt because of him...

The Warblers had split up to start the search around the school. They knew they were getting close however when Nick happened upon a few Garglers roaming around one of the corridors. Nick nodded at his team.

"I'm going in." He announced before going out into the open.

"Hey, jack offs! Over here!" He screamed at the Garglers.

The group in front of him snarled and charged like raging bulls as Nick squealed, running in the opposite direction.

The three Garglers rounded the corner, not noticing the rope in front of them before it was too late. Their ankles hit the rope, all of them falling comically, their faces smacking against the ground.

Puck and Fin stood up from where they were crouching, both now wearing Dalton uniforms. They whooped and high fived.

The three Garglers were then tied up and shoved into a janitor's closet.

"Three down, the rest of them to go." Finn smiled as they moved to continue their search.

David and Wes were stood at the top of a staircase as some of the Garglers walked by underneath them.

"Hey Wes?" David declared loudly.

"What?" Wes asked, playing along.

"What's the difference between a Warbler and a Gargler?"

"I don't know David, what is the difference between a Warbler and a Gargler?"

"Talent." Both David and Wes then erupted into over the top laughter.

The Garglers didn't take too kindly to this and began to rush the stairs but were quickly bowled over by a giant exercise ball the Warblers had nicked from the gym, bouncing towards them. They were quickly followed by several more. Whilst the Garglers were distracted by the giant balls, Mike mixed himself in with them and came thundering down the stairs crashing into the Garglers making the boys crash to the floor with Mike on top of them.

The couple of Garglers left standing were then attacked from behind by Arty as Rory pushed his wheel chair into them.

Wes and David then joined Mike, Rory and Artie at the bottom of the stairs to help tidy up the mess.

"What's going on out there?" Greg shouted as more and more of his Garglers disappeared. "Dammit, if they can't do a job properly, then you have to do it yourself." Greg turned to the largest of the Garglers, a menacing looking guy that even Kurt wouldn't cross. "You, watch the princess, the rest of you, follow me." Greg instructed.

As everyone left the room, the giant left with Kurt walked over to him and stared down, growling slightly.

"Err... hi?" Kurt squeaked.

Blaine, Thad, Trent and Jeff found themselves cornered in the Gym by a group of Garglers holding dodge balls. They were severely outnumbered and there didn't seem to be any way out.

"Hey!" A voice called out from behind the Garglers who turned in the direction of the noise.

This was the cue Blaine needed, and he leaped onto the back of one of the Garglers, the other Warblers following his lead.

"Guy's move!"

The Warblers obliged, tumbling out the way as the Garglers where doused with what looked like Blue and Red paint. The spray of colour continued as the Garglers began slipping and sliding across the gym floor.

"Thought you'd need some help." Curt grinned, a giant super soaker thrown over one shoulder, the rest of the Warblers standing behind him each holding their own water gun filled with paint.

Blaine grinned as Jeff thundered towards Curt yelling, "Oh My God you guys! It's Curt with a 'C'!"

"I thought all of you were away this weekend." Thad scowled. Not that he wasn't happy he had been saved from getting attacked by a hundred rubber balls.

"Sebastian called us back. We may not have been able to come to the reunion, but we're here when it really matters right guys?" Curt turned to the group behind him who all cheered their agreement.

Sebastian appeared from within the crowd, his gun hanging loosely in his hand. "Sup hotness." He addressed Blaine.

"We wondered where your sorry butt had disappeared to." Trent said as a way of a greeting.

The sound of slipping and sliding could still be heard as the Garglers kept trying to stand and failing, smacking back onto the floor. The Warblers just shrugged and carried on with the search for Kurt.

Kurt turned off the hairdryer and marvelled at his work. The guy who was supposed to be watching him had fallen asleep a few hours ago with his headphones in. Apparently screamo did not keep a person awake. Luckily this meant Kurt was able to use the hairdryer he tended to keep on him at all times in case of a slushy attack.

Kurt was so happy he had been in an art room. Hunting around he had found pieces of newspaper and cardboard. Carefully and gently, he wrapped the cardboard around the sleeping brute sat on one of the art chairs so as not to wake him up. Kurt then found some PVA glue, mixed it in with some water, then spent the best part of two hours paper machéing his victim before drying him off with the hairdryer.

The rock hard outer shell was going to be hell to try and get out of, Kurt observed. Good, it was his fault for falling asleep on the job and besides, he didn't want to get caught again and he was pretty sure the guy would have been able to break free from the wool Kurt had found. Kurt shrugged, this had been fun and he was pretty sure Greg would be far away by now. He picked up his bag and exited the art room not even bothering to look back.

What Kurt did to the guy in the art room I've actually done to my friend before. Her house is like, art paradise! She fell asleep and I got bored... yeah.

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And I agree, this has become less realistic. haha it'll go back to normal soon, I just wanted to go a bit crazy for a bit, but as long as you guys like the realistic parts and the non realistic parts, I can go to sleep happy XD Love you! Love Bertie xx