Prompt: Mr. Burns - "Oh, 'meltdown'. It's one of those annoying buzzwords. We prefer to call it an 'unrequested fission surplus'." - 'The Simpsons'
Kurt watched Wes pace the width of the stage from his seat in the third row in the Dalton Academy Auditorium. There were still ten minutes until practice started but the head of the council was constantly looking at his watch and then around the auditorium at the gathered Warblers. The newest Warbler had noted that as the minutes passed, Wes' glances at his watch became more frequent.
"Ah, the wolf is on the prowl, I see," Blaine commented as he sank down in the seat next to Kurt.
"What?" Kurt asked, his eyes not leaving the scene on the stage.
"Wes," Blaine said, waving a hand in the direction of the pacing Warbler. "He gets like this the last few practices before a competition. Give it another minute or so and the show really begins. He'll go into his little meltdown speech about the importance of being on time."
As soon as Blaine stopped speaking, Wes stopped his pacing and turned to face the auditorium.
"Where is everyone anyway! We've got a lot of work to do and we can't get that done without everyone here. We compete in three days, you would think a bunch of high school students would know how to tell time by now!" Wes said, his gaze falling on each gathered member of the group.
"Relax, Wes." David said from his perch on the edge of the stage. "They'll be here."
"They better be or we're all going to be here late tonight," Wes replied as he resumed his pacing.
"Remind me never to be late for a practice," Kurt said softly, his eyes still on Wes.
Blaine smiled. "Somehow, I don't think that is something you need to be concerned with. What were you, the second person in the auditorium this afternoon?" the lead singer teased.
Kurt's blush was the only answer he needed.