February 14, 2012 (Tuesday)
Happy Valentine's Day, everyone!
First off, i posted a small Weschel (Wes and Rachel) one-shot called "Of Gavels and Gold Star", so feel free to check that out.
Second, thanks for all the birthday wishes i got from you readers. (My birthday was 3 days ago, so yep.)
Third, thanks for all the reviews and alerts and favorites to my stories everyone. Really, it means a lot.
Fourth, sorry about not uploading this on time. I said i would upload it on Sunday, but a family issue came up when i was typing it, so...yeah. And i was going to upload it yesterday, but technically it's past 12 right now, so now it's Tuesday.
This chapter came out a bit rushed, but I'm already starting to write the next chapter, so yay. I hope i get that up in less than a month.
And there's Glee on tonight. =D How very convenient, right?
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"Kurt Hummel, please report to the headmaster's office. Kurt Hummel, please report to the headmaster's office."
I picked up my stuff, ignoring the curious glances that Blaine, Wes, David, Thad, and all the other students were sending my direction, and nodded to Madame Fleur. She gave a wave and I walked out.
I walked through a few hallways, before finally arriving at the headmaster's office.
Mr. Glass, the school secretary, had a hard face on. He waved to the direction of the headmaster's office.
I stood outside the door and knocked.
"Come In," rang out Headmaster Bell's deep voice.
I took a deep breath and walked in.
"Yes Headmaster?" I asked, looking up at him standing behind his desk.
He smiled and laughed heartily. "Kurt, my boy, why do you look so stiff? Come, come – sit!"
Internally, I gave a huge sigh of relief. I had forgotten to sign myself out for the weekend last Friday, like all students are required to over at the front desk, and I thought I was going to get in trouble for that. Hopefully, this meeting wasn't about that.
"So, what is this all about?" I asked once I sat down.
He chuckled and said, "You aren't one to beat around the bush, Mr. Hummel."
I shrugged and waited for his answer.
"How are Carole and Burt?" he asked, getting up and running his fingers along a few trinkets on his side desk. I looked at him curiously, wondering why he was asking about them.
"They're doing fine," I answered back.
"Good, good," He said, "that's wonderful."
"So the reason you needed me…?" I trailed off, hoping he would finish the statement.
He ignored me and continued to pick up a few of his trinkets.
"Sir?" I asked.
After another minute of silence, he finally turned to me.
"When you were accepted into this school, you were given a scholarship that paid for half your studies and a full boarding scholarship, correct?"
"Burt and Carole used their honeymoon money, they said?" he asked for confirmation.
I nodded again, bowing my head slightly. I still felt guilty about that. They had to give up their honeymoon for me to be safe. I took a deep breath and look up at him again. He was smiling.
"Well, the board of admissions reevaluated your file."
I blinked owlishly, not understanding where all this was leading.
"After going through your records and discussing through it, they would like to give you a full scholarship."
A full scholarship? Wait, what?
"But I already paid for the other half of the tuition that scholarship didn't cover," I said in confusion.
"You're going to get a refund. Which means your parents can go on their honeymoon now," he said with a smile. My face lit up. I can finally let them go on their honeymoon!
"You're not joking about this are you? Because if you are, that is seriously messed up," I said, with a serious face. If he was just joking, Rachel would have to find a new favorite uncle (My inner subconscious was already cracking its knuckles).
"I wouldn't joke about something like this Mr. Hummel," he said with as much seriousness as I had. As soon as he said this, my face lit up once again and I let out a happy breath.
"How did my file get pushed to be reevaluated? " I asked curiously. Shouldn't the board of admissions be looking over next semester transfers or other new students' (not that there were many) files?
He gave me a sly grin. Does that mean-
"Did you have something to do with it?" I asked with a suspicious tone, but kept the smile on my face.
"I'm not permitted to answer that question," he grinned. I laughed.
"Your smile tells me otherwise."
"Okay fine, I did," he finally admitted. "It may or may not be due to my fondness over the Warblers and Rachel."
I raised an eyebrow. "Aren't headmasters supposed to be unbiased?"
"Shhhhh," he raised his finger to his lips and shush me jokingly. "My rulebook states nothing of that sort."
"Yes it does. In Section 4, Article 8: Headmasters are not permitted to have any personal relationships with students," I stated, matter-of-factly. "I'm pretty sure me being best friends with Rachel, your favorite niece, counts as personal."
"Really, it says that?" he asked with a surprised look on his face.
He whacked me lightly with a few sheets of paper as I leaned away from it laughing.
"I should ask Wes about that. He practically has the whole rulebook memorized," I said with a grin. Then it faded when I remembered I was no longer on speaking terms with them. Headmaster Bell noticed.
"What's wrong, Kurt?" he asked, concerned.
I simply waved a hand to shoo him off of it. "It's nothing. The Warblers are just being idiots. Again."
His look didn't waver. "Did you want me to speak with them?"
"No, no, no! It's fine. It's all just a misunderstanding," I said, trying to assuage him. I must be a wonderful actor because he believed it and looked a bit calmer.
"Okay then. But I'm here if you need someone to talk to. Or you can talk to the other administrators, too," he paused for a second, "Except for Mr. Wolf. He's creepy." He shuddered when he said Mr. Wolf's name. I laughed. Mr. Wolf was the school's assistant headmaster/vice principle. His position was directly under Headmaster Bell's and higher than all the other administrators, so if Headmaster Bell was away, Mr. Wolf was in charge. Most of the students found Mr. Wolf harsh and mean, and I heard he hates the Warblers. But that's just all from what I've heard – I've never officially met him yet. I don't know how that worked, but I have yet to meet him. The other students sound terrified of him, but I'm pretty sure I'll be fine. After meeting one Sue Sylvester, nothing really scares me past that. Well, except for the, you know, trivial things. But I'm surprised that even Headmaster Bell finds him creepy. Wow.
I nodded to him and he smiled.
"Oh, are you seeing Rachel later on today?" he asked, opening a drawer to his desk. He reached in and grabbed something.
"Can you tell her I found the kitty sweater she left at my house last week? And I can't stand looking at it, so give it back to her," he said, passing me the horrible object. I cringed as soon as I saw it,
"Sure I'll tell her, but I'll be burning this sweater as soon I get to her house," I said seriously, holding the sweater as far away from my body as I could.
He gave a small chuckle. "Alright, now shoo. I have to look like I'm doing something important. Go to class or something. Go learn."
I glanced at the clock. "With only two minutes left of class?" I asked with a raised eyebrow and a smirk on my face.
"Alright fine, go to your next class, then."
I rolled my eyes and smiled. "Alright, alright - I'll see you Headmaster."
He gave a small wave as I walked out of the room and shut the door behind me.
"Okay, what is your problem?" Rachel asked angrily as she stomped into the Warblers practice room.
Everyone in the room looked at her in surprise – especially since they had never seen Rachel so angry at them before. And the fact that it just came out of nowhere doubled their surprise.
"This is a closed rehearsal, Rachel," Wes said, slamming his gavel against the table to regain order.
Rachel marched right up to the table and Wes faltered a bit. "I. Don't. Care." She closed her eyes and took a small breath as if to calm herself down. After a second, she reopened them but still spoke with as much fervor. "What is your problem with Kurt?"
"We have nothing against him. He was the one that chose to quit," Wes said emotionlessly.
Rachel looked at him accusingly, "Because of you guys!"
Some of the Warblers shifted guiltily, already have felt guilty about Kurt, realizing they did unintentionally gang up on him. The other half scoffed at her and leaned back against their seats as if they didn't care or believe what Rachel said.
Seth cut in before anyone could say anything and asked, "Where is Kurt, anyways?"
Rachel spun and looked at him, not angrily though because she knew that Seth wasn't part of whom she was mad at. She answered calmly to him. "Sleeping at my house. He doesn't know I'm here. In fact, he didn't want me to come here because he knew I would kick your asses for being such idiots." On the last line, she directed towards the rest of the Warblers, who once again looked at her in surprise. They'd never heard Rachel curse before, even if it was a small word like ass.
"Excuse me, but how are we being idiots?" asked Andy. This further angered Rachel.
"You guys say that every voice in the Warblers is heard, that everyone is treated equal – well, what about Kurt? You all tried to silence him. You wouldn't even let him speak or even tried to listen to him!" she shrieked, pacing halfway around the room, then turning so that she could face everyone.
"Yes, we did Rachel. We followed regulations and what he asked wasn't even during practice, so it shouldn't even have been apart of this," Wes answered in head Warbler mode.
"It was one minute after practice, Wesley," she said coldly, dragging out his full name with as much ice she could muster. "It was related to Warbler business and you guys didn't care to let him speak."
"Yes we did! He tried to break Warbler traditions!" Wes spit out angrily.
"HOW?" Rachel screamed at him.
"Wes - " Seth tried to cut in, but Wes ignored him..
"THIS CLUB ISN'T JUST ALL ABOUT HIM. WE ALL MAKE DECISIONS ABOUT THINGS," Wes shouted back.
Blaine's eyes widened as he saw the mistake that Wes made and tried to cut in, "Wes!" but once again Wes ignored him name being called and continued his rant.
"WE DON'T DO SHOW TUNES. I TOLD HIM THAT AND YET HE STILL TRIES TO INSIST THAT WE – "he didn't get to finish the sentence because Rachel had taken a step and slapped him soundly across the cheek. Wes held his cheek in shock and the Warblers dropped their jaws.
She faced away from him and spoke quietly, dropping her head slightly and shaking it. "And here I thought having a council would be democratic. But it's just a monarchy in disguise." She spun back around again to face him. "Of course this club isn't just about Kurt. It's about all of you guys," she said gesturing to them all, "and Kurt knows that. Heck, I know that from experience on being in New Directions. He wasn't trying to change things – he just wanted to understand. And you guys wouldn't listen to him. How is that all of you making decisions together, when you ignore somebody? And yeah, maybe he shouldn't have asked that question directly after your guys rejected his audition – but he still had a right to know the answer." She shook her head and directed the next sentence to David and Thad because she couldn't stand to look at Wes. "Oh and by the way, "One Song Glory", that song you sang at the fall concert, is from Rent. You guys do sing show tunes."
She spun around and walked towards the door as everyone watched in shock. They were all basically frozen. Rachel opened the door and was halfway out the doorway when she paused and turned her head slightly to look at them. "Here I was thinking that the Warblers and Dalton would be the best place for Kurt to go after everything he's been through. Clearly I was wrong. And you've all shown your true colors, now. I'm glad Kurt quit. You all don't deserve him in the Warblers." She shot them a finally look and shook her head in disappointment once more, then walked out the room with the door slamming behind her.
Immediately, Seth jumped out of his seat and ran after her. Blaine stood up and faced the council table.
"Wes, that really was out of line," he said.
Wes dropped his hand from his cheek and answered like the answer was obvious. "She questioned my authority."
Blaine simply shook his head and chased after Seth and Rachel.
Everything was silent after the doors slammed close once again.
Rachel sprinted through the hallways of Dalton, wiping the tears that had slipped from her eyes as soon as she had slammed the door to the practice room.
"Rachel! RACHEL!" she heard Seth call after her, but continued running. She was just about to reach the main door to exit the building, when she felt a hand grab her wrist and pulled her back. A second later, she was face to face with Seth.
"Rachel," he said, softening when he saw the tears, "I'm sorry about them. They're just… idiots." He wiped a tear from her cheek and she dropped her head slightly.
The two of them heard footsteps, and Seth looked up to see Blaine running right around the corner.
"Rachel!" he panted lightly. "Wes was really out of line there. I'm sorry, I tried to say something – "
Rachel raised her hand to silence him. He did so.
"I'm not mad at you two. Yes, I did see you try. I'm mad at everyone else, especially Wes. I should be mad at you Blaine, but first, I want to hear your side of the story and why you didn't defend Kurt when you had a chance to," she said, looking up at the slightly taller boy. "But we should go outside first; we're causing a scene."
Indeed they were. They were receiving stares from the other students who were near the main doorway and some of the administrators who were looking out the windows of their offices.
The two boys nodded and the three of them stepped outside.
As soon as they were standing beside Rachel's car, Blaine immediately spoke in a rush.
"I really wanted to say something, because I know I messed up at first but the words wouldn't come out of my mouth and I felt so upset – "he shut his eyes and took a deep breath. "I messed up badly when I was talking to him, but I just get so tongue tied around him," he admitted, drooping his head just the slightest bit in embarrassment. "I wanted to say something, but it was like my throat closed up on me and I didn't know what to do or say and I'm just so sorry! I miss him. I miss talking to him." Blaine looked really upset, so Rachel took his hand gently. Blaine looked at her.
"Okay, I forgive you. But you still have to fix things up with Kurt. Whether he accepts it or not is his decision," she glanced at the time on her phone," but for now, I have to go. He should be waking up around now."
"I'm coming with you," Seth announced. Rachel nodded.
"Can I come too?" Blaine asked hopefully.
Rachel sighed and shook her head at him. "I think that wouldn't be a good idea right now. You need to fix things with Kurt still and I think it's going to take more than just saying sorry."
He nodded dejectedly as Seth and Rachel got into her car and drove off.
I woke up at Rachel's house to the sound of nothing. Which was really odd, considering this was Rachel's house. Rachel usually has soft music playing, so it's weird that I wake up to silence.
I rubbed my eyes and sat up in her bed. Rachel was nowhere to be seen. I sighed. She better not have gone to go yell at the Warblers.
As soon as the thought crossed my mind, I heard the door downstairs slam open. After a minute or so, Rachel walked into her room followed by Seth. She looked exceedingly sad, and I knew immediately that she did exactly what I told her not to do, which was yell at the Warblers.
I sighed and opened my eyes. She ran to me and I wrapped my arms around her as she burst into tears. I whispered soothing condolences to her ears as Seth moved forward and rubbed her back. A little while later she calmed down a bit and I looked her straight in the eyes.
"You went, didn't you?" I asked calmly. She nodded meekly and I just sighed and shook my head.
"Rachel – " I started, but she cut me off.
"No, they deserved it. And now we know how they're really like," she answered.
Seth tried to protest a bit, but Rachel shushed him.
"I'm glad you quit, Kurt. You are so much better than that," Rachel said quietly.
I gave a sad smile and laid back on the bed. I knew there was more than what she was telling me, but I didn't question anything as she laid her head on my chest. Seth climbed onto the bed besides me. We were silent for a moment.
"Moulin Rogue?" she asked finally.
"Moulin Rouge," I confirmed, cracking a smile.
Seth laughed quietly beside us.
I ran through the hallway, trying to be late for the student council meeting.
There were 3 representatives from each grade, and I was one of the representatives for the junior class. A few weeks after I had transferred, one student from the council had been suspended from extra-curricular activities (it had nothing to do with that rumor I heard about someone spray painting Dalton's statue as a practical joke with his friends. Yep.), so I took advantage of the position. I didn't know who the one that got suspended was, though. And it actually wasn't that hard for me to get in, despite all the 10 other applicants. The teachers and other council members seemed to have really liked me. Plus, we only met about once or twice a month, so it never really messed up my schedule. The job wasn't that hard – the student council had the job to organize and approve fundraising events, organize school field trips, things like that. Obviously, it's not the most fun just in the world, but it felt nice knowing that I had the power to make some important decisions in the school.
I glanced at my watch and let out a low hiss – I had 5 minutes to get all the way to the other side of the campus. I sped up my pace, then felt my phone give a small buzz. I looked at it and saw a text from Seth, asking where I was and why I wasn't there yet. Yes, Seth was on the council too, but he was one of the sophomore representatives. Yes, Seth is a sophomore.
I began to text him back, saying I was almost there, when I crashed into something very solid and fell flat onto my butt.
"Ow," I groaned, when I felt the impact on the floor.
A hand reached out in front of me to offer me some help up and a deep voice asked, "Are you alright?" I looked up and sharp green eyes met my glasz.
"Oh, hi Edan," I said, accepting his outstretched hand. "Thanks." I got up onto my feet and brushed off any dirt that was on my uniform. Then I realized something and turned to him with a raised eyebrow. "What are you doing in this hallway? Only student council members are supposed to be here."
He watched me amusedly and gave a small smile when I looked at him. "I am on the council."
I continued to stare at him because I would have remembered if I saw him at the last council meeting. Especially since the council was small, it would have been hard to miss him.
His smile wavered for a second. "Well I was." His smile returned. "But now I'm back again." Wait, so was he…
"You were the junior rep that got suspended from clubs," I said.
He nodded. "Yes."
"Oh."I didn't know whether I should have been happy for him or not. If he returned, then that meant that there was an extra council member. For all I knew, that might have meant they were going to drop me and take Edan back.
"Walk with me?" he stuck his hand out for me to take, but I ignored it. Even though I wasn't on speaking terms with Blaine, I still remembered my promise to him a while back. And I don't break promises. I began to walk down the hall. It seemed like I didn't deter Edan, because he simply just walked behind me.
Soon, the two of us were standing in front of the council room doors. Edan pushed the door open and we were met with blank expressions.
"You're late," said Drake, senior rep and head of the council. I knew he wasn't angry though because we're friends and I've seen him angry before.
"Sorry, I ran into Edan in the hallway," I answered. The rest of the council's eyes flickered over to Edan, who had been standing right behind me, while Drake continued to stare straight at me. I raised an eyebrow at him until he cracked a smile and gestured for me to take my seat. As soon as I sat down, everything went straight to business.
Drake rang the bell in front of him to gather everyone's attention. There was a gavel for the student council, but Drake said he's seen what Wes does with his and doesn't want to use one.
"This student council meeting for the month of November has begun. Before we begin going through our agenda, it appears that Edan Lewis's suspension from extra curricular activities has been revoked. However, in his absence, we have filled the position with another junior representative. Now our numbers are uneven. Are there any ideas to fix the problem?"
I gulped, knowing this was the part where someone would be asked to leave and I closed my eyes. They knew Edan better, and he had more experience, so they were bound to keep him.
I was right that someone suggested the idea. "Kurt should go, since he joined us later," said Elijah, one of the freshman representatives. He had a notoriously huge crush on Blaine, and I have no idea why he hated me about it. (Seth said it's because Blaine and I were practically dating, but I'm mad at him so that's definitely not true.) I was surprised when some of the other representatives glare at him, though.
"No! Kurt earned the position fair and square," said James, the other freshman representative.
"Yeah, it's Edan who should leave!" said Derek, sophomore representative.
There was a bit of arguing for a second and I felt Seth's eyes watching me. I glanced up and noticed Edan was watching me too. He looked amused, although I didn't understand why. Did he think they were going to give him the position back?
The arguing continued for a bit longer, when Drake began to ring the bell for our attention. However, the others ignored him and continued arguing. He gave out a frustrated cry and rang the bell louder.
"Kurt is so much better of a leader than Edan!"
"Edan has been here longer! He knows what he's doing!"
"So does Kurt!"
I frowned and stood up. Immediately everyone fell silent.
"I'll go. Edan should have his position back," I said. As much as I like my position, I would hate it if I got replaced by someone else. So, Edan should get his position back.
"Wait, no Kurt!" Zachary, the other junior rep said, "Stay!"
I shook my head. "Edan was apart of the council first. It would be fairer if I left."
I was about to leave, when Edan said, "Wait." I turned to him. "They're right Kurt. You won this position fair and square; I should leave."
"No, Edan – "
Everything erupted into more arguments again, and I sighed. I caught Seth's eye and then raised my eyebrow. It looked like he was brewing up a plan.
Sure enough, Seth stood up and slammed both hands on the table to gather everyone's attention. "HEY!"
Everyone looked at him in surprise. Well, it did make sense, considering Seth was usually so calm and collected all the time.
He took a breath and looked at all of us. "I have a solution."
We looked at him expectantly.
"Why don't we let them both stay?"
As soon as he said that, Mr. Roth, the student council advisor who hadn't said anything previously, began to sputter about unequal numbers and whatnot.
"Let me finish!" he pleaded; Mr. Roth was silent, although he looked at Seth testily. "With thirteen members, we'll be able to decide things much more easily. And it wouldn't be fair if we kicked either of them out."
"How would having thirteen members be easier to decide things?" asked Drake.
"Well, we will have a tie-breaker now that the number is odd. Instead of having 6 against and 6 for something, we could have 7 for and 6 against. Now we don't have to result to silly arguments like we usually end up in."
Everyone else started nodding along to this (except Elijah, who was still glaring at me for some reason) and Drake glanced at Mr. Roth. The adviser contemplated this for a moment, then nodded. Drake smiled at Seth and said, "Alright then. All in favor of Seth's idea?"
Everyone raised their hands (except for Elijah, of course). Well, Edan and I didn't participate because this was about us. Mr. Roth went back to reading his book. I looked at them all with a hopeful smile, because this meant I was going to stay if everyone liked the idea!
Elijah raised his hand vigorously, but knew he had lost since everyone had raised their hand for the proposition, not the opposition.
"10 for having thirteen members, and one opposed. Looks like Kurt and Edan are both staying," Drake said with a grin. Some of the council members cheered, while Edan and I gave smiles to each other. Then, I walked over to Seth, who was sitting at the sophomore table and gave him a peck on the cheek.
"Thanks," I whispered to him, knowing he only did this for me because the Warblers disliked Edan.
He winked back and I took my seat again. Edan sat down right next to me.
As soon as we were all settled down once again, Drake began the agenda. "Okay, moving on. Now the chess club is asking permission for a fundraiser on the 8th at….."
Seth and I walked out of the room, laughing about something Aaron (the last freshman representative) had said.
"Kurt, wait up!"
I turned around (Seth did too, because we were walking together) and looked for the caller. My eyes caught onto Edan's as the green-eyed boy caught up to us.
"Yes Edan?" I said. Just from sitting with him at the meeting, he didn't seem so bad. I didn't understand why the other Warblers didn't like him.
He kissed me on the cheek and said, "I liked working with you today." Then he began to walk away in the other direction.
I held my cheek in surprise and Seth's mouth had dropped open.
"Blaine's not going to like this," I thought I heard him say quietly, but I was too preoccupied with being surprised.
"Well, that pretty much sums it up," Seth said aloud. I turned to him and blinked, dropping my other hand that was on my cheek.
"Sums what up?"
"Half the council has a crush on you," he said.
"What?" I said, startled. That can't be true. I mean, they were all nice to me and everything, but crushes? No way. "That is so not true!"
"Oh, Kurt," he said, looping his arm around my own, "You are so adorably oblivious sometimes. It's so endearing."
I smacked his head for using the term and he laughed, although something seemed off about it. We began to walk back to our rooms.
"Should we go?" Rachel asked, dangling her head off the edge of my bed at my house. "I mean, we've gone to all the other ones."
I shrugged as I rubbed some moisturizer onto my face. I knew exactly what she was talking about. "I've been thinking about that too. "I don't know. I mean, I'm still mad at them, but…."
"But they need the support," she said, finishing my thought.
I nodded. "Flint is always at least a minute faster when he has friends cheering him on."
Rachel sat up straight. "I guess we should go. Just because they're jerks and we aren't talking to them, that doesn't mean we can't cheer for them."
I paused and nodded after thinking about it for a moment. Ray and I were talking about cheering for Wes and Flint at their cross country meet. We've gone to all the other meets before, but this time we weren't on speaking terms. But Ray's right. Just because we aren't talking, it doesn't mean they should lose their chance to win a medal. They were noticeably faster when they had friends supporting them.
"You're right," I said, then resumed rubbing moisturizer on my cheeks. Rachel rested her head on my bed once again, although this time on the pillow instead of dangling off the side.
We fell into a comfortable silence for a little while.
I finished my routine and turned over to her, remembering what happened the other day. "Did I tell you about what happened between me and Edan?"
"Edan?" she looked confused, but I had mentioned him before, once.
"Remember those three guys at the park I told you about? Edan was like the leader of them."
"Oh, I remember! So, what happened?"
I launched into the tale of what happened a few days ago and her jaw dropped as well when I said he kissed my cheek.
"Oh wow," she said.
I looked at her curiously. "What?"
"Well, judging by how you said he looked at you at the park and this incident, I'm pretty sure Seth was right in saying he has a crush on you. Or at least he's interested."
I moved over to my bed and laid beside her.
"I don't know. Everything just feels so off."
She turned and looked over at me. "Just give it a few things. I think you're just too used to being around the Warblers. Now that you're not talking, everything feels weird to you."
I shrugged. "Maybe you're right. I'll give it a few more days."
"He what?" Blaine shouted at Seth.
Seth crossed his arms and waited while Blaine took a few calming breaths.
"He kissed Kurt on the cheek," Seth finally said once Blaine was calm.
Blaine threw the book he was holding at the wall, once again infuriated. "What makes him think he has a right to do that? He's known him for, what, two days?"
"Blaine, calm down," Seth soothed him.
The dark-haired boy growled. Seth sighed.
"Deal with that later! You have to apologize to Kurt first," he said.
Blaine sighed, lowering his display of anger, and sat down next to Seth. "I have an idea, but first, I need all of the Warblers help. And you know that they're angry too."
"Not all of them," Seth pointed out. "Most of them are coming around and figuring out they were idiots. We'll just have to deal with it step by step. First off, we have to deal with Wes."
The two looked at each other.
"This is going to be difficult," Blaine sighed.
"Stupid Rachel. Stupid Kurt. Stupid Rachel," Wes muttered angrily, rubbing some dirt off of his gavel with a rag.
There was a knock at his door.
"Come in!" he called out.
The doorknob turned and in walked Blaine and Seth.
"What?" the head Warbler asked, annoyance lacing through his voice.
Seth and Blaine exchanged nervous glances with each other.
"We want to talk to you about Kurt and Rachel," Blaine said.
"Then I don't want to listen." The Asian turned his body to face away from them.
"Isn't this a little too much?" Seth asked.
Wes didn't say anything, but raised his eyebrow. The other two glanced at each other hopefully.
"Kurt and Rachel are your friends, Wes. You really need to apologize – " Blaine started.
Wes cut him off. "Why do I have to apologize? They're the ones who disrupted everything."
"You're being unreasonable, Wes!" Seth remarked. Wes was about to protest, but Seth continued. "Aren't you always saying 'keep personal lives out of Warbler life'? Shouldn't it apply the other way around too?"
Blaine and Wes both shot him an odd look.
"Okay, maybe not completely," Seth tried again, "because being in the Warblers does affect our personal lives. What I meant was Kurt and Rachel are first and foremost your friends. Don't let Warbler business ruin that."
Wes turned away from them once again, and the other two sighed.
They left the room, after shooting a final glance at the head Warbler. Now all they could do was hope that Wes would think everything through.
"Do you see anyone we know?" Flint asked Wes as the two of them ran around the grass as their warm up.
Wes glanced around and shook his head. Then he sighed.
The other Warblers couldn't make it to their cross country meet, all saying they had previous arrangements. And, their usual support system, which was Rachel and Kurt (and sometimes Mercedes), currently wasn't on speaking terms with them.
"We are so screwed, aren't we?" Flint said, knowing that the two of them went faster with friends around. And today, they were competing one of their toughest competitors. This was not good for them, not good for them at all.
"SOPHOMORE BOYS, TO THE START!"
"Well, that's my call," Flint said, jogging in the direction of the start.
"Good luck," Wes called after him. He then jogged to the side of the start so that he could cheer the beginning of Flint's race, even though he was supposed to be warming up still.
Flint glanced up at him and Wes gave him a thumbs up sign.
"Quiet at the start! On your mark," the starter said, raising his gun up into the air.
Before he could say anything next, though, a voice cried out through the silence.
"Go FLINT!" Rachel cried out, standing near the edge of the group that was watching the start. Kurt was standing next to her, holding a sign that had Dalton's name on it and Flint's name.
Flint's head immediately flickered over to where they were standing and a huge grin emerged on his face. He readjusted his position with a confident smile.
Wes had instantaneously turned his head when he heard Rachel too. He also smiled and tried to catch their eye, but the two were concentrating on the race. He felt extremely happy though, that they came to cheer him and Flint on, even though they weren't on speaking terms with them.
The starter glared at them and they smiled sheepishly. (I think that if this happened at a regular race, the person would have gotten disqualified, but I'm not sure.) He then continued. "Get Set….GO!" He fired the gun and the runners blasted off.
Once the entire flurry was gone, Wes tried to look for Rachel and Kurt in the crowd, but they had disappeared. The two had gone off to one of the less open places to cheer for Flint. The Asian sighed and returned to his warm-ups.
"JUNIOR BOYS, TO THE START!"
Wes jogged over to the start with one of the other junior males on Dalton's team, when something caught his eye.
Rachel was standing off to the side and one of the senior boys from another school was standing exceedingly close to her. It looked like he was flirting with her.
Wes narrowed his eyes. Before he could do anything else, though, his teammate pulled him along to the start. When he tried to look for them again, the two had disappeared.
However, when the starter was about to start the race, Wes noticed Kurt and Rachel standing once again at the edge of the group, this time Rachel holding a sign that said Dalton's name along with Wes's.
Wes smiled determinedly, with a new goal to impress Rachel in his mind.
He ran as his legs would go.
Flint ended up getting 5th in his race, one of his best scores at a meet. Wes got 2nd in his heat, which was his best score yet.
The two boys had tried to find Kurt and Rachel at the end of the meet, but the other duo had disappeared off without a trace.
As they headed onto the bus, Wes called Blaine and said one thing.
"It's time to fix this."
Preview for the Next Chapter:
Kurt's eye flashed open as he heard a loud tapping sound from outside of Rachel's room.
Once again, he heard the sound and sat up.
He nudged Rachel awake and put a finger to his lips to silence her when she opened her mouth to ask what was going on.
The two got out of Rachel's bed and headed towards Rachel's balcony, which was where the tapping sound was coming from.
As soon as they stepped outside, they heard a noise and the two looked over at each other in surprise.