A/N: Basically, this is another of those fics where Kurt and/or Blaine become animals. I forget who first used this, but it stuck inside my head and I had to do it too and some point. Difference is, Kurt is not happy to be an animal, and they have someone 'mentor' them so they can get used to being birds more easily. Kurt is mad because the last time this happened, he was stuck as an animal (in his case, a fox) until he could break it on his own to prove that yes, he had what it took to be on the Cheerios.

Let's just say Sue knows people.

Because of that unfortunate time, Kurt's more sensitive to magic, so he breaks it easily. Or, well, tries to. Blaine's not kidding when he says it's tradition. The Warblers were cursed who knows how many years ago by someone they turned away from joining, and so far no one can break it. Kurt is the exception; he just tweaks it. I have it pinned that most of the Warblers are from families of privilege, so they're used to things being used against them.

In this 'verse, Kurt chose Dalton because the only other high schools in the area were the one Blaine went to, which is out the door already, and Jesse's, which is not the best choice because he'll just kill Jesse as soon as he sees him. Funfact: Jesse (out as a bisexual) went to the Sadie Hawkins dance with Blaine, rather than Aaron from Ch. 1. Jesse never told anyone else his preferences after he transferred to Caramel.

The (Very Short) Timeline: Kurt changed into bird on Sunday, then changed into fox on Monday, half way through the school day.

Fanfact Two: Blaine's a Robin, David was a pigeon, Wes a stork, Thad a hawk, Trent a parrot, Nick a dove, and Jeff a blackbird. Just cause I wanted that out there.

"So you're interested in joining the Warblers?" Blaine asked his new roommate with a smile. It was a fascinating reaction, the new kid blushing a bright red. K. Hummel was a fascinating person, so it was to be expected. The sweet voice he had heard singing in the showers certainly attested to that. He wondered what kind of bird this guy would turn into, if he joined.

"I don't want to be accused of spying. I was part of New Directions, and we've had some bad run ins. I'd rather not cause trouble," the new kid replied softly.

Eventually

As Kurt's last note rang in the Warbler Commons, as Kurt's chest heaved a little from holding that same tone for several beats, he wondered if he'd stunned the other Warblers into silence or if the adrenaline was affecting his time awareness and they just seemed to take a while to react.

Blaine was the first to start clapping, which he did enthusiastically. The other Warblers followed suit, the sounds building into a loud crescendo.

Wes slammed the gavel down, making Kurt wince as the sharp, abrupt knocks reverberated in his head. It also had the side effect of quieting the Warblers' applause. "All in favour of allowing Kurt Hummel in the Warblers?" he called. Every hand shot up. Kurt was fairly sure he glowed in gratitude and excitement. "Motion carried. Welcome to the Warblers, Kurt Hummel."

"Congratulations, Kurt," Blaine said with such a handsome smile, Kurt couldn't help but smile back.

He didn't get to say anything, though, except a rather embarrassing, "What the—" as he suddenly felt like he was falling. He landed on something soft and pleasantly warm on his back. Oof. Ow. What happened? he said, somewhat dazed, eyes closed to try and stave off the dizziness.

Then he realized, as he was talking, he didn't hear only his voice; he heard the sounds of chirps overlapping it. Bloody chirps. Not again, really? he groaned. Kurt could feel the strong curse wrapped around him like his favourite McQueen sweater and scarf combination, vibrating strings holding it in place, hidden in the magic itself. Struggling to right himself, as anyone who had suddenly found themselves a completely new species could tell you was hard, Kurt had to eventually open his (now beady and black) eyes, only to see Blaine's still smiling, somewhat apologetic face, just much, much bigger now.

"Sorry, Kurt. I know you're feeling very confused right now—"

There's an understatement right there—

"—but this is necessary to be a Warbler," he said, ignoring Kurt's string of chirps as he set him on the filthy floor, settling down into a kneel. "Of course, you won't know much about being a bird, so someone'll have to change to," teach you, he chirped, robin body bigger than Kurt.

Well, this is just great, Kurt tweeted fretfully. How long do I stay like this?

Before Blaine could reply, however, Wes pronounced, "To our newest Warbler, Kurt!" The others cheered.

The rest of the week, Blaine said, ignoring the celebrating Warblers. I'm supposed to teach you to fly and groom yourself and stuff like that.

But it's Sunday, Blaine! I have classes! Kurt trilled, enraged. It sounded funny, if not a little intimidating, from such a tiny bird. I don't have the money to be throwing down the drain for this!

You're excused from classes, don't worry! You'll be able to sit in on them anyway with one of the other Warblers so you're not behind when you change back.

Kurt gave him as good a glare as he could as a bird and turned his back on him, spreading his tail feather in an act of derision.

C'mon, Kurt, don't be like that, Blaine chirped pleadingly, hopping forward so he could see Kurt's face. All the Warblers do this. It's not like we have a choice.

There's plenty choice, Kurt puffed up his chest feathers. You could've told me there was hazing.

Kurt! Blaine said, scandalized. This wasn't a hazing; it was a chance to connect with their inner songbirds to sing and bring the Warblers together under a shared experience!

I need to think, Kurt whistled. Don't bother trying to find me. Kurt spread his eye-catchingly yellow wings, tilted his body, and flew, not a single falter in his wing beats, leaving behind a stunned Blaine and impressed Warbler members.

"You've already lost your charge, Blaine?" Wes bemoaned as the sophomore Warbler cheeped at him in despair. "And you have no idea where he's at, do you?"

At the bird's mournful shake of his little head, Wes banged his head into the desk he was at.

No one saw Kurt The Canary all day. Blaine chirped and twittered and searched, but couldn't find him. He was surprised Kurt picked up on the flying immediately.

Kurt hid because he was pissed. Not only was this the second time he'd been suckered into becoming an animal, but because he thought Blaine knew what he had gone through. Obviously, he didn't.