Hi readers! Sorry it's been so long since my last update! Life's been crazy. ALSO: I changed something in chapter one. Just skip to when Bridget is talking to the Tweedles about why she came to Dalton. I guess I changed the plot a bit to help future chapters.

Chapter Three: Bird Babysitting

"Kurt... Kurt, did you hear something?" The only reply to the Dormouse's whisper was a muffled sound of irritation. And then, he hear the small noise once more. It was a faint chirpping sound coming from the other side of their dorm room.

"There it is again!" Reed exclaimed, sitting up in his four-poster.

"What are you talking abou-" Kurt was cut off by the chirpping sound. He squinted his eyes and took a deep breath. The smaller boy watched carefully as his roommate dragged himself out of bed and over to the window. Kurt threw open the curtains, revealing a tiny, yellow bird. The little bird looked up into Kurt's tired eyes and chipped rather happily.

"Pavoratti!"

"What?" Reed asked before stepping out of bed, tripping on the comforter, and falling to the ground.

"You alright?"

"Peachy. But what the heck is Pav doing in here?"

"Never mind that. Let's just get him in a cage." Kurt strolled over to the closet and pulled out a bronze canary cage from the far back corner.

"Where did that come from?" Reed asked, finally making an effort to stand up.

"Kept it just in case something happened to his other cage while he was in our possession."

"Why must you always be on top of everything?" Reed scoffed, slumping down onto the small couch.

"That's just who I am." Kurt rubbed his eyes before making his way over to the chirping bird.

Kurt knocked on the door and waited for a reply.

"Com-" a cough muffled the feminine voice. "Coming!"

The fashionista furrowed his brown in suspicion. The door slowly opened up revealing the small new Windsor.

"What's up, Kurt?"

"Reed and I need to swing by the Art Hall really fast. Do you think you could just sit in our room and guard Pavorotti? He's the Warblers mascot.

"Not a problem!" Bradley walked over to "his" bed, picked up the little book that rested there, and followed Kurt across the hall.

"C'mon Reed, Bradley is gonna babysit Pav for us."

And with that, the Dormouse hopped up from the couch and made his way to the door, avoiding any contact with the boy in the hat. Bradley raised his eyebrow in confusion. Even Kurt noticed that Reed was acting funny.

"Hey, Reed!" Bradley smiled.

"Oh, uh... Hi." Reed muttered, bolting out the door with his head still down.

Why is Reed giving me the cold shoulder?

Kurt just shrugged and followed his roommate out the door. Bradley shut the door and sat down at the vanity table where the birdcage resided. Pavoratti chirpped happily as Bradley leaned over for a better look at the little bird.

"Hey Pav, can you keep a secret?" The bird chirrpped again and looked as though he was nodding in reply.

"Good, because I hate wearing this hat-" Bradley said in her normal voice. She yanked the cap of her head, letting a long, blonde ponytail fall down her back. She pulled out the hair tie and shook her head around, cascading her wavy, golden hair over her shoulders.

"I'm Bridget," she smiled at the yellow canary. The bird began to sing quietly.

"How are you so happy sitting in a cage?" she laughed. Pav just continued with his song.

Green finch and linnet bird,
Nightingale, warbler,
How is it you sing?

How can you jubilate,
Sitting in cages,
Never taking wing?

Outside the sky waits,
Beckoning, beckoning,
Just beyond the bars.

"You're lucky Bradley is in there or we would be locked out of our own room! Keep track of your key for goodness sake-"

"Shh!" Reed exclaimed. "Do you hear that?"

How can you remain,
Staring at the rain,
Maddened by the stars?

They listened closely to the soft, feminine voice carry through the empty corridor.

How is it you sing
Anything?
How is it you sing?

"Yeah," Kurt murmured, furrowing his brow in confusion. "Singing... Coming from our room?" The pair began to walk faster down the hall.

"You don't think it's Bradley... do you?" The smaller boy asked nervously. Kurt paused outside of their door for a moment to think. He listened carefully...

Green finch and linnet bird,
Nightingale, warbler,
How is it you sing?

The countertenor carefully placed his hand on the unlocked door knob. Reed looked a bit worried at his best friends actions.

Whence comes this melody constantly flowing?
Is it rejoicing or merely halloing?
Are you discussing or fussing
Or simply dreaming?
Are you crowing?
Are you screaming?-

Kurt swung open the door. The two boys gasped at what they saw: A small, blonde girl sitting at the vanity, singing to Pavarotti. She snapped her head around, noticabley scared and shocked.

"Bradley! You're a...a-"

"I knew it! You are a girl!" Reed shouted, pointing at her. Kurt covered the Dormouse's mouth, nudged him forward and shut the door. "Bradley" slowly stood up, hands shaking.

"Reed... How did you... when did you...?"

"I came into the common room late the other night. I saw you asleep on the couch... and without your hat." The girl's face grew bright red.

"Who are you?" Kurt asked in a curiously suspicious tone. The new Windsor sighed.

"My name is Bridget. Yes, I'm a girl. No, I'm not a transgender. Yes, I know I'm crazy. No, I can't tell you exactly why I'm here."

"...Why is that?" Reed asked quietly. Bridget's hands began to tremble again. Her eyes began to grow wet, but she held back her tears.

"I don't want to talk about that right now."

"Does anyone else know? Blaine has to! I mean, he is your roommate!" Kurt said. Bridget just shook her head and looked down.

"Ethan and Evan know. That's all."

"So that was why they were being so quiet about you!" The girl nodded again.

"Please, please don't tell anyone. I'm begging you!" She now turned directly to Kurt. "You can't tell Blaine. Too many people know my secret already." Kurt had an uneasy feeling in his stomach. He hated keeping things from Blaine, but the urgency in Bridget's voice told him that he has to protect her secret for whatever reason. He took a deep breath and nodded.

"You're secret is safe with us," Reed smiled. A grin spread across Bridget's face and she pulled the boys into a hug.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

"But how the hell did Blaine not figure it out yet?" Kurt asked. The blonde girl giggled and released the boys.

"I go to bed after him, making sure that he doesn't see me out of disguise. Then, I wake up about an hour before him, so I have time to get my disguise back on. He honestly doesn't suspect a thing. Blaine just thinks I'm another Windsor odd-ball."

"You are pretty clever, Miss Cammer," Reed smirked.

"Let's just hope I'm clever enough to keep the secret between me, you, and the Tweedles..."

I feel like this was a short one... Oh well. I'll make the next one longer :) I will try to update sooner!