Since I was bored and inspired, I gave you all a present! :D

"I've got the moves like Jagger/ I've got the moves like Jagger/ I've got the mo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooves like—

"SHUT THE HELL UP!"

"I'm trying to make this meeting interesting!" David said. Wes raised an eyebrow.

"It's interesting," Wes argued. The two looked around and saw the Warblers were…well not awake. Even Thad had fallen asleep , face down on the desk.

"Okay, maybe not. But how do you propose we make it interesting?"

David thought a moment, and then said, "what do you guys think?"

"We could talk," Jeff said.

"About…?"

"Um…potatoes?"

"Potatoes? Really? How about I talk about a dorm change?" Nick said rolling his eyes.

"Well, you never…I got nothing."

Wes sighed. He wished he wasn't so boring all of the time too. If only there was something…ANYTHING to make these meetings worthy of staying awake. Then he got an idea.

David was the first one at the common room, always the first one. But today, as he opened the doors, he wished he hadn't been.

"WES!" he yelled.

"Yeah?" Wes said with a suspicious smirk on his face.

"WHY is there a GOAT in the common room?" David exclaimed.

"You said I wasn't interesting. So I got a goat."

"WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?"

"Everyday I'm Warblerin," Jeff said as he and Nick imitated the Party Rock Anthem dance break.

"Hey guys!" Nick said.

"Hey," Wes said, "what do you think of goats?"
"They eat everything," Jeff said.

"Okay. Do you think that they are interesting?" Wes said. Nick shrugged.

"I guess."

"You two are idiots," David said, "there's a goat in the common room."

Nick and Jeff burst into laughter.

"You guys are funny!" Jeff said as he and Nick walked into the room and stopped laughing when they actually saw the goat.

"Oh my."

Warbler practice began, and seemed a little more attentive now that a goat was there.

"What should we name him?" Thad asked as the goat started to chomp on his sleeve.

"I came up with three names…Alfredo, Artie, and Brian," Wes said.

"All for Alfredo?" David asked. Few hands went up.

"Artie?" a number of hands went up.

"Brian?"Half the room raised their hands. Wes slammed his gavel.

"Brian the Goat," he declared.

"Can you tell Brian to stop eating my jacket?" Thad asked smacking Brian on the head a few times.

"Oh! I learned a trick!" Wes said as he jumped out of his chair like a five year old. He walked, or should I say, bounded over to Brian and took out a spray bottle and squirted something on Brian. He bleated and walked away.

"What is that?" Thad asked smelling his blazer, "lemon juice?"

Wes nodded, "don't ask. Just thank me."

"Yes. Thank you for making me want to increase therapy to three times a week," David mumbled

"Alright," Wes said sitting down, "let's discuss a set list for that gala thing I've been telling you about."

The common room doors opened.

"Blaine? What's with this weird text you sent me?" Jenna asked as she walked in, "what do you mean by 'there's a goat in the common room'? Is that code for—,"

"BA-AA-AA."

Jenna turned around and saw Brian.

"What the f—,"

"That's Brian," Blaine said, "our pet goat."

"You know? I'm not going to ask," she said, "I'll leave instead." Before she could, Brain bit her skirt.

"Okay, maybe I won't," she said trying to get him off. Wes walked up with the lemon juice and sprayed him.

"Oh?"

"Long story," Wes said shrugging.

"At least Brian is the only thing attracted to you," Nick said. Jenna raised an eyebrow.

"Is that lemon juice?" she asked Wes. He nodded.

"Can I borrow that for like a minute?" Wes hesitated, but handed it over, "thanks." Jenna squirted it at Nick.
"Jenna!" Blaine exclaimed.

"What? He annoys me," she said.

"She got it in my eye," Nick said covering one eye with his hand, "ow! Oh my God. Oh my God it's burning!" Thad ran over with a glass of water and threw it at Nick.

"Thank you, Thad," Nick said blinking a little bit. Davd leaned back in his chair and propped his feet up. As he put his hands behind his head he sighed and said, "this meeting certainly was interesting."

I know what you're thinking, "She was probably high when she wrote this!" Nope, I was completely sober.

~TheAbsentMindedWriter~