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(Nate's POV)

Warbler Hall was full of pyjama-clad boys, snuggled into their sleeping bags or wrapped up in blankets on the leather couches. It was a Friday night in mid December of Nate's junior year.

The newest addition to the Warbler's was enjoying the company of this new set of friends. He had known a few of them from classes, but this seemed like a good bunch. He was glad he had auditioned after a couple of months of Jeff nagging him after overhearing him singing to himself. He was currently nestled between Jeff and Thad.

In celebration of their newest member they were having a Harry Potter marathon as a welcome. Popcorn bowls and bags of chips were being devoured together with many cans of soda.

As the end credits of the third film rolled, Trent stood at the front, ready for the next round of "group twenty questions", where they all got to find out secrets of all the Warbler boys by asking questions for the whole group to answer, one by one. Any refusals resulted in a dare.

It was Trent's turn now. "Alright everyone, my question is who is your favourite Harry Potter crush? I pick Harry Potter."

A round of cheers met that as Trent looked round the group of boys expectantly.

Blaine, Kurt and Jeff agreed with Trent. Jeff had been slightly undecided, almost fifty-fifty with Neville in the last film, but Harry winning over all.

Nick went with Draco, eliciting a slight blush from Jeff for some reason, and most of the straight Warblers picked either Hermione or Luna.

It was now Nate's turn and he found all eyes on him. Since he had joined the Warblers, he hadn't had any crushes or dates to speak of, so he hadn't exactly confirmed his sexuality.

I didn't hide it though, they just never asked. It's not like they'll have a problem with it any way, practically half of them are gay! He quickly answered "Fred Weasley. Or George. Better still, both!" Laughter and supportive cheers broke out, Jeff smiling at him widely.


A few days after the movie marathon, the Warblers were in their usual practice hall. Nate doo-wopped along with the other Warblers as he executed the newly learned dance steps to Uptown Girl which they were running through for the second time.

Where the hell is Jeff? It's much easier to get this bit right when I follow his lead. He was at the back of the formation as he danced into a queue to follow Thad ahead of him, Kurt falling in behind him, followed by Trent and then Flint.

As he sang along to his part and danced as he walked he noticed Nick changing it up a bit a few guys ahead of him as a pretty red haired girl entered the room with Jeff. She's very pretty, quite like an older Ginny Weasley! He laughed to himself. Maybe it was just the Harry Potter marathon on Friday, I'm imagining Weasleys all over the place! I need to pay attention to the changes Nick is making or I'll fall on my ass!

He tried to concentrate on both his moves and his vocal part, keeping his eyes on the girl as he finally came to the front of the line of boys, next to circle her. Then he looked past her shoulder and froze.

A boy stood behind her, watching the routine. His long, straight red hair fell softly over his forehead and skirted the top of his ears, resting on his collar at the back. He wasn't in a Dalton uniform. The boy broke out in a dazzling smile as he watched the Warblers and then his eyes landed on Nate.

Nate felt dizzy. He could hear a rushing sound in his ears. His jaw fell open and no sounds or words came out. Nothing mattered except swimming in the pools of warm chocolate that were this boy's eyes.

He was suddenly aware of noise again as he heard Wes shout at him, rudely snapping his attention away from the beautiful boy. He looked at Wes, trying to understand what the council member had just said.

"...snap out of it!" Shit! Wes is yelling at me. Oh crap, I just stopped in the middle of the song, didn't I? "Sorry, Wes." He mumbled.

"Back to the start! One last time! Places Warblers!" Wes yelled and Nate obeyed, not wanting to get into any more trouble with Wes since he was the newest Warbler addition. He frowned, annoyed when he realised he couldn't see past the first row of Warblers from his starting position.

Why the hell is Kurt giving me bitch glares? He wondered, confused as to the brunet's problem with him. The humming started and he began his part.

At last they were at the point in the song where Nate could move forward towards the front and he could look for the boy again. He filed to the front, this time managing to pass round the redhead girl without mishap, before searching behind her frantically with his eyes.

He soon found his target. There he is. Well, hello there! Yes, every bit as beautiful as I remembered. Why isn't he looking at me any more? I think he is blushing. I hope that's a good sign for me. But if he is interested, why won't he look up? Nate thought desperately, while trying to keep up the singing and dancing correctly.

Finally the song ended. Thank god for that! Nate exhaled in relief, still staring at the gorgeous redhead in front of him, willing him to look in his direction again. Nate got his wish a couple of seconds after the last hum died out.

The redhead looked up, immediately staring straight at Nate. The raven-haired boy stood transfixed as he watched the newcomer lick his lips. Oh yes, that's definitely a good sign for me! I'll go and see if Jeff will introduce me... wait, where is he going?

Nate watched helplessly as Jeff and the two non-Dalton students left the room. Shit! I missed my chance to talk to him. Good one, Nate. He flung himself down on the leather sofa nearest to the council table in utter frustration.

There's no need for Wes to have been so snarky with me, it was only our second run through, anyone could have made a mistake. He made me look like an idiot in front of that boy.

The black-haired boy glared at the back of Wes' head, embarrassed and annoyed now. His eyes fell on the empty council member's desk where Wes' gavel lay unattended. An evil glint twinkled in Nate's eye and he quickly snatched it and hid it inside his jacket, checking no-one had seen him.


Nate slumped as low as possible in his place on the leather sofa at the hastily called "emergency" Warbler's practice. Jeff to his left noticed the black haired boy trying to hide and smirked at him knowingly, since he was rather too tall to go unnoticed.

Wes continued in his unamused rant from the council table at the front.

"...so if anyone knows exactly who it was that thought it was a good idea to hide my gavel in my bathroom cupboard covered in condoms, I suggest you come forward. While it may have been amusing to you, I didn't notice it until it dropped out and cracked my sink. I now have to move out for about a week while it is fixed."

Nate was trying desperately to suppress his giggling fit, clamping both hands over his mouth and turning bright red.

Jeff sat up at this. Where is Wes moving to? Mine is the only spare room and he has a single. The obvious person to share with him is his best friend, David, but he shares with Kurt. No offence to Wes, but I think I'd prefer Kurt, rather than having Wes and David constantly round my room.

Jeff leaned over to whisper this into Kurt's ear. Kurt smiled gratefully and nodded at the suggestion. Yeah, I bet he gets Wes and David in his room all the time!

Jeff lifted his hand, waiting for permission to speak. Once he had Wes' attention he spoke "Wes, since mine is the only room with a spare bed, Kurt is happy to move in with me and you can share with David, if that's okay with you and David?" Wes and David looked to each other and smiled in agreement, apparently pleased with the suggestion.

Jeff continued to explain. "There is a possible mid-year transfer coming soon, his name is Ryan. He's the guy I showed round yesterday. He did apply for a single room, but was going to room with me as it was the only one left. If the sink gets fixed before he arrives then maybe you and David could stay together and Ryan could get the single he wanted? Plus, it's across the hall from me and I'm the only student he's met properly."

Nate was paying full attention now. Ryan, so that's his name. It suits him. Nate licked his lips. I wish I knew more about him. Nate thought, but he didn't want to start asking questions of Jeff in the middle of a Warbler meeting.

He also didn't want Wes to notice his guilty expression right now. It's his fault for yelling at me during practice yesterday any way. Maybe then I wouldn't have stolen and hid his gavel. Nate chuckled to himself at the memory of the latex-smothered gavel, before he remembered he was trying to stay quiet and slunk down even further behind the head of the boy in front of him.

"Hey, Nate?" Jeff loudly whispered sideways to Nate. "Did you notice how much Ryan looked like the Weasley twins?" He winked suggestively and nudged the black haired boy with his elbow, earning himself an amused shoulder shove back. "Hell yeah! As soon as he gets here im making a move on him before anyone else beats me to it. Watch and learn, Jeffery, watch and learn!"


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