Geez, you guys! I'm kind of completely overwhelmed at how much response this generated on just the first day! You guys are seriously awesome! I totally love you!

Okay, so I have some very exciting news. If you read my other story, The Warbler Drabbles, then you'll know by now that foraworldundeserving is my beta. Well...

WE'RE WRITING A COLLAB!

It's gonna be totally awesome. =D We've been firing ideas back and forth for a good chunk of yesterday and today, and hopefully that will be posted soon! It'll be up on both of our accounts, so you should review BOTH of them. Before you ask, no, I'm not going to tell you what it's about. You'll just have to wait and see... ;)

On a similar subject, foraworldundeserving, thank you so much for editing for me! AND giving me the inspiration for this chapter.

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee. And I probably never will. *sigh*

A dark figure snuck into the empty dorm room, stepping slightly. He was jittery with nervous energy, and slightly paranoid, looking over his shoulder every few seconds to make sure he wasn't caught. With careful precision, he crept through the dark room, skirting the soloist's twin-sized bed. Slowly, quietly, carefully he turned the bronze knob of the bathroom and pushed the door open, silently praying that its old hinges wouldn't squeak.

Fortunately, the door swung open without a sound. The boy looked over at the counter and smirked. Bingo. There was his target, sitting in a variety of jars on the counter, cluttering the space so much that there was scarcely room for anything else. Either Thad shared Blaine's passion for hair gel, or Blaine was just plain obsessed. He was going to go with the latter. Reaching forward, he swiped the jars off of the counter, placing them inside of a plastic bag he'd brought.

Phase One: Complete.

Nick strolled into Warblers practice with an extremely smug smile plastered on his face. He took his usual seat next to Jeff, who was eyeing him warily.

"I thought we were going to sit this prank war out?" Jeff said, raising an eyebrow. "Because, you know, once you participate, I have to join in too. It's that whole 'Nick-and-Jeff-are-the-same-person' mentality that people seem to have."

"Sorry babe." Nick said apologetically, smiling all the same. "But really, the opportunity was too sweet to pass up."

"Who was it?" Jeff asked, his interest now hooked.

"Blaine."

Jeff's mouth fell open. "Blaine? You know Kurt's gunna kill you for messing with his boy toy, right?"

Nick's smile flickered. "Oh. Yeah, I didn't think about that."

There was a short silence.

"Well, crap." Nick said unhappily, looking regretful. "I'm screwed. Nice knowing you, Jeff. Just know that when I die, it's okay if you date again."

"Nick?"

"Yeah?"

"Shut up." Jeff said affectionately. "Kurt won't kill you. He'll just beat you within an inch of your life with something pointy."

"Comforting." Nick snorted, rolling his eyes.

As they fell into silence, Kurt himself walked into the room, tapping out a message to someone on his iPhone. David was a half-step behind him, looking over the younger boy's shoulder. He looked fretful.

"What's she saying?" he asked. His eyes were wide, and he looked slightly maniacal.

"I already told you, David," Kurt said impatiently, sliding his phone into his pocket, "She said that she had a lovely time with you. And, apparently, you're a really good kisser, which is not something I wanted to know."

"But what does that mean?" David pressed, abstaining from taking his usual place at the council's desk.

"It probably means she enjoyed the date and having your tongue down her throat afterwards." Kurt said sardonically. "Honestly, David! How can you get any clearer than that?"

David shifted uncomfortably. "I don't know?"

"Exactly." Kurt said with an air of finality, glaring at the dark-skinned Warbler. "She likes you. And Mercedes is not one to lie, okay?"

David brightened, perking up at the mention of Mercedes's name. "Okay! Thanks Kurt!"

"Can you believe him?" Kurt asked Nick and Jeff, shaking his head.

Nick murmured something inaudible under his breath, trying to avoid any and all eye contact with Kurt. Kurt looked down at him concernedly, turning his head to one side.

"Is Nick okay?" he asked Jeff, looking worried.

"He uh, has a headache." Jeff said quickly, flashing Nick a look.

"That sucks." Kurt said apologetically, patting Nick's arm. "It'll blow over. Try drinking some water."

"'Kay." Nick mumbled, still determinedly looking down.

Dread pulsed through him as Blaine walked in, wearing a gray beanie over his unruly hair. He received a few strange looks, and as he went over to Kurt, the sides of his neck started to turn pink.

"Hey." He gave Kurt a quick peck, reaching up to flatten his hat even further onto his head.

"Uh, hi." Kurt frowned. "Why are you wearing that disgrace to fashion?"

"Umm…just felt like it, I guess." Blaine blushed, looking down.

"Blaine." Wes called from the council's desk. "You know that hats are against the dress code."

"Gavel-obsessed, goody two-shoes, moronic Asian." Blaine muttered resentfully under his breath, flushing even further.

"What was that?" Wes asked, frowning.

"Nothing." Blaine said, raising his voice. "Can I just keep it on?"

"No." Wes said firmly, holding out his hand. "Sorry, Blaine. Bring it here."

Sighing in defeat and embarrassment, Blaine walked over to the desk and pulled off the hat, handing it over. The second it came off, whispers broke out across the room.

"Wow…that's…wow!"

"You mean his hair doesn't look like plastic naturally?"

"It's so…curly! And bouncy!"

Blaine went completely red, looking like he wanted to hide his face in his hands. Beneath the beanie, his hair was completely free of gel, and was a mess of dark curls. It was such a drastic change from his normal helmet of gel that he almost looked like a completely different person. Nick winced as the whispers continued. Beside him, Kurt had gone completely still, staring at Blaine's curls with his eyes wide.

Blaine peeked warily over at his boyfriend, cringing slightly. "K-Kurt?"

Nick looked up, his guilt fading into curiosity. How was Kurt going to react to Blaine's…afro?

Without warning, Kurt basically jumped Blaine in front of all the Warblers. He pulled the shorter boy into a fierce kiss, literally knocking both of them off of their feet. They fell back onto the floor, writhing a bit disturbingly, making out without a care. Kurt's hands were shoved into Blaine's uncontrollable locks, playing with the super soft tresses.

Wes cleared his throat. "Guys?"

They didn't answer.

"Guys?" Wes tried again, to no avail.

"I don't think they're going to be resurfacing any time soon." Thad said, looking at the boys over the rim of the desk. He turned to Wes with an annoyed expression. "Why couldn't you have let Blaine keep that hat on?"

"I didn't know that Kurt would jump his bones in front of everybody!" Wes protested, looking like a little kid who was reprimanded by their mother. "Is there any chance of breaking them up? Just for the meeting?"

No one seemed to want to get within a five-foot radius of the couple, and after a few moments Wes said resignedly, "Fine. Meeting postponed until tonight at 5. We'd better leave them to it."

As was custom, he banged his gavel (although Kurt and Blaine took no notice) and the Warblers practically sprinted from the room, most looking disturbed and scarred for life.

"Well," Nick said as he walked back to his dorm with Jeff, "That certainly didn't go as planned. Fail prank. FAIL!"

Jeff shrugged. "At least Kurt didn't rearrange your face. I quite like your face the way it is right now. So, that's something, right?"

Nick still looked worried. "Right. But…they could still plot revenge."

The comforting smile on Jeff's face slid away in an instant.

"Oh crap."

Hmm...I suppose I really DO love writing Plotting!Kurt. Maybe he'll make an appearance next chapter.

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