“Are you nervous?”

Kurt looked over at him, apprehension pooling in his eyes.

“Don’t be” Blaine placed a hand on his shoulder, “I close my eyes and I swear it’s Idina Menzel singing up there.” Kurt tried for a smile, but Blaine could feel his nerves as his shoulder shook, anxiety peppering his uneven breathing, “You’re gonna be great.”

“I know… I just keep having this nightmare where I get to the high F and then my throat closes up and I’m booed off the stage.”

Because Dalton was an all-boys Academy, their theatre productions were all boys as well. Dalton’s director thought a boy playing a girl was far more entertaining than a girl doing so, especially if the boy did it well, and it was decided.

This year’s musical was Wicked, and since Kurt hadn’t been getting any solos in his new Glee Club, he would be auditioning for either the part of “Elpha-boy” or “Guy-linda.”

“Hummel, Kurt,” The black-clad woman lifted her headset to yell a perfunctory call out the door once more.

“I’ll be here when you come out, I promise. Now break a leg,” Blaine said, urging his best friend forward, as Kurt’s legs suddenly turned to steel.

~.~*~.~

“Blaine! Thank god! I’ve been looking for you everywhere!” Jeff approached him outside the theatre, “Come with me,” he said, turning on the spot and starting to walk in the opposite direction, obviously expecting Blaine to follow without question.

“I can’t right now, Jeff. I promised Kurt I’d be here when he finished with his audition,”

“He’s in there right now? Then we haven’t got much time…” he mumbled under his breath.

“What?”

“Nothing, just…you’re going to want to see this, they’ve called an emergency meeting of the Warblers’ Council,” Jeff watched as comprehension spread across Blaine’s face.

“But what about-“ Blaine looked back at the door with a tinge of guilt.

“It’s fine,” Jeff said, not really sure what it was that he was referring to, “Just come on,”

Blaine figured Kurt would understand, he couldn’t just skip a Warblers meeting…

“An Emergency Meeting?” Blaine said as he followed Jeff through the halls, “Sounds serious,” He added as they rounded the corner near the Senior Commons.

“Let’s hope not, we just need to sort out a tiny little problem…” Jeff was grinning mischievously, but Blaine decided it was probably nothing. When doesn’t Jeff wear a mischievous grin? he thought.

Blaine heard Wes’ gavel meet the table the second his foot passed the threshold.

“This emergency meeting is called to order” He began officially.

“We can’t start without Warbler Kurt,” Blaine blurted out, scanning the room as if by some miracle Kurt would already be sitting among the sea of blazers spread around the room. The gavel had been hit, and Blaine was thankful he’d caught himself since he often left off the ‘Warbler’ part of Kurt’s title.

“Don’t worry about it,” Wes replied knowingly.

“What’s going on?” Blaine said, looking around the room at his fellow warblers.

“You’ll see,” Jeff clapped him on the back, as he passed Blaine and headed toward the front of the room. Blaine stood there, baffled for a moment before taking a seat next to Nick.

“Junior member Jeffrey Williams, the floor is yours.” Wes said as Jeff settled himself in front of the room of boys.

“Let’s be frank,” Jeff began, “Everyone knows why we’re here,” Jeff’s eyes settled on Blaine, who fidgeted nervously. He looked as if he thought Jeff might take all of his solos away for the rest of his show choir career, “Well, almost everyone,” He offered Blaine a smile, and many of the boys laughed, but Blaine’s expression didn’t change.

“It has been brought to the attention of The Council that two of our own,” he took a dramatic pause, “Have been compromised.” A few of the boys offered mock gasps, and Wes stared them down, “One of whom is in our midst,”

The other boys sat at ease while Blaine searched the room. Who was Jeff talking about? Had someone leaked their set list for sectionals? The second boy had to be Kurt, as he was the only warbler not currently in attendance. Was he passing information to his old Glee Club?

“The Warbler in question,” Jeff continued, “Is none other than Junior member Blaine Anderson,”

His thoughts snapped back into reality as Blaine’s own name met his ears. A single bead of sweat rolled down his temple as the eyes of every warbler landed on the soloist. He opened his mouth to defend himself, to assure them that whatever happened, whatever Kurt had done, he was unaware of it. He was innocent.

His lips went dry, and as hard as he tried, the words continued to die in his throat. He was helpless there, under the Warblers’ collective gaze.

“It’s been no secret, Warbler Blaine,” Jeff continued, as if Blaine should know exactly to what event he was referring, “Therefore, we have decided to stage an intervention,”

If they wanted to set things straight why wasn’t Kurt here as well? Had he been banned from the Warblers already? On principle?

“We’ve ignored the excessive flirting,” wait, what? “Between yourself and Warbler Kurt,” what was-? “But we cannot sit idly by any longer,”

Did they think there was something going on between him and Kurt? Were there rules against that in the Warbler handbook? This was completely ridiculous, and unfair. As much as Blaine wished there was something going on, there definitely wasn’t. A few flirty duets and a brush of the fingertips were as close as they’d gotten to anything more than friendship.

“Warbler Blaine,”

He prepared himself for the worst. What If they’d already staged an “Intervention” for Kurt just like this one, without Blaine, expelling his best friend from the Warblers?

“We’re going to get you laid,” Jeff announced with a conspirational grin.

“Warbler Jeffrey! Language!” Wes banged his gavel, but mirrored Jeff’s impish expression.

“Apologies, Warbler Wesley,” Jeff attempted to stifle his laughter, but it proved impossible when he caught sight of the consternation that had found its way onto Blaine’s face.

~.~*~.~

“A ‘Gap Attack’?” Blaine said to Wes sceptically, as the rest of the warblers filed out of the room.

“Dude, trust me.” Jeff cut in, “I’ve got the perfect plan.”

“Kurt won’t fall for it,” Blaine said, trying anything to prevent the performance.

“We’ve got it all worked out,” Jeff said animatedly, as if he had spent a large amount of his time planning the gap attack rather than finding his own date for Valentine’s Day, “You’ll call your own ‘Emergency Meeting’ and appeal to the council. You can propose the idea, simply with the motivation being that you’re a man in love.”

Blaine looked at him skeptically, as if Kurt’s eyes hadn’t been so clouded by adoration that he’d believe it was a sign if Blaine even looked at him a different way.

“Mention the gap attack beforehand too,” Wes suggested, “In a… ‘My “friend” has a question to ask you…’ sort of way. He’ll have to assume you’re talking about him,”

“And when he finds out you’re not…” Jeff jumps in, “He’ll be seething with jealousy over Gap Gay,”

“You mean guy?”

“Sure.”