"This is Pavarotti," Justin – the tallest council member – introduced, indicating to the small yellow canary that was hopping around in bird cage. "Each new member is to look after Pavarotti. Now since there are two of you, you're going to have to alternate when you get him."

"That won't be a problem," Blaine said, accepting the bird and holding the cage in his arms. Kurt nodded in agreement.

"Excellent," Justin beamed. "You may take your seat now."

Blaine and Kurt headed to an open couch that Nick had saved for them. They sat down and Blaine put Pavarotti on the floor by the edge of the couch. Blaine and Kurt sat quietly as the meeting went on around them, trying to take in the dynamic of the group. Blaine knew that Kurt was itching to tell them his ideas – Kurt had been excited after getting over the initial shock of being a part of the club and had rambled about all of the things he would love to do. Kurt was restraining himself however; he knew better than to get on the bad side of the council in his first meeting.

As the meeting came to a close, Wes stood up and called for attention. "Everyone! Saturday the party is at my place," he announced. "Bring your own pillows and sleeping bags." Murmurs broke out and Justin brought the meeting to a close. "Are you coming this weekend?" Wes asked, bounding up to where Kurt and Blaine stood.

"To the party?" Blaine asked, surprised evident in his tone. It didn't go unnoticed by those around them.

"Of course! It's for all Warblers," Wes beamed. "Are you guys free?"

"Uh – yeah," Kurt answered, unable to keep the surprise out of voice, "we're free."

"Great," Wes replied brightly. "Here's my address." Wes handed Kurt a piece of paper with his address written on it and Kurt pocketed it.

"What kind of party will it be?" Blaine asked, picking up the cage as they headed out of the room.

"Nothing too out there," David assured them. "Wes' parents will be there so there's no alcohol or anything. Basically we just sing, play guitar hero, games, eat and a movie marathon in there somewhere."

"Sounds fun," Blaine grinned.

"Great," Jeff beamed, slinging an arm around Nick's shoulder casually, unaware of the smile that it brought to his friend's face.

"Come around eleven," Wes said. "That's when everyone usually rocks up."

"We'll be there," Kurt nodded and the boys cheered. As they reached the parking lot, they dispersed to their respective cars. Burt had picked them up and as they slid into the car and raised an eyebrow at the bird cage.

"Science project?" Burt asked gruffly.

"Warblers," Kurt answered, putting his seatbelt on.

"Since when has a glee club had anything to do with birds?" Burt asked as he pulled out of his space.

"I think it's a bonding thing," Blaine explained.

"Speaking of bonding," Kurt interrupted. "We've been invited to a party. For all of the Warblers."

"You going?" Burt asked, raising his eyebrows in question.

"If we can," Kurt said, eyes pleading.

Burt shrugged. "I think it's a good idea."

Blaine grinned at Kurt, who smiled back. Both Annie and Edward were working late so Blaine would be at the Hummel's home that night. When they arrived at home, they jumped out and headed inside. Blaine put Pavarotti on the coffee table and the bird chirped happily.

"Do you know anything about birds?" Burt asked, looking warily at Pavarotti.

"It's called the internet, Dad," Kurt rolled his eyes. "How hard can it be?"

"You tried to feed the neighbour's cat glitter," Burt pointed out and Kurt flushed as Blaine sniggered.

"I was six! That hardly counts," Kurt huffed.

"Blaine knew you don't feed cats glitter," Burt mumbled and Kurt shot his father a glare.

Blaine muffled his laughter and Kurt turned his glare on him. "Fine, laugh. I'll be doing my homework," Kurt sniffed and turned on his heel, heading downstairs to his basement.

"I'd better join him," Blaine said, managing to stop his laughter.

"Door stays open," Burt reminded him and Blaine nodded, dashing down stairs. Kurt was lounging on his bed, books already open. He glanced up at his boyfriend before lowering his eyes back to his page.

"Don't be mad at me," Blaine pleaded softly, dropping his bag and crawling onto the bed, pulling his puppy dog eyes out.

Kurt made the mistake of looking up at him and sighed. "You know I can't resist that face," Kurt whined and Blaine leant in, gently pecking him on the lips.

"Right, what subject are we starting with?" Blaine asked.

"Maths," Kurt smirked and his boyfriend groaned.

On Saturday Blaine arrived at the Hummel home early. Burt would be driving them to Wes' place. Burt greeted Blaine warmly and told him Kurt was in room, still packing for the overnight party. Blaine jogged down the stairs and stopped – eyes wide as he took in his frantic looking boyfriend. Blaine dropped his bag with an audible thumpand Kurt looked up at the sudden noise.

"Finally," Kurt sighed in relief and grabbed Blaine's hand, yanking him into the room. "What did you pack?"

"Uh – jeans and a clean shirt," Blaine answered, still startled.

"What about products?" Kurt asked.

"Just my hair gel," Blaine said, unable to tear his eyes away from the vast amount of products that were lined up on Kurt's bed. "Babe? What's all this?"

Kurt was momentarily distracted by the pet name before answering. "I don't know what I'll need."

"I don't think you'll need any of this," Blaine told him carefully.

Kurt looked at him with wide eyes. "But my moisturizing routine!"

"I'm sure you can survive one night without it," Blaine raised an eyebrow.

"But my skin will go all dry and awful," Kurt gasped.

Blaine couldn't resist reaching out and stroking a finger of Kurt's cheek bone, his skin soft under his fingers and Kurt blushed. "Feels pretty soft to me," he grinned. "I'm sure it will be fine."

He could see Kurt's resolve breaking and his smile widened. "Fine," Kurt sighed and picked up his products, moving them back to his dresser.

"All you need is spare clothes," Blaine said, picking up a pair of black skinny legged jeans that had Blaine wondering how on Earth Kurt fitted into them. Not that he was complaining, of course. Kurt whimpered softly. He was used to packing heavily. The only sleepover he had ever had was with Blaine and most of his stuff was spread out across their two homes. "You can't take everything," Blaine continued, "we're only there for one night."

"Fine," Kurt sighed, pouting. With Blaine's help he packed an outfit for tomorrow and his toiletries, not including his skin creams, much to his own disappointment.

By the time they were done, it was time to leave. Wes lived a while from them so they got a good head start on the time and made it to his place – which they swore was more of a mansion than a house, it was so big – right on eleven.

"Alright, Annie will pick you up tomorrow," Burt told them, turning his seat to look at the two boys. "Be good and be careful."

"We will, Burt," Blaine promised.

"Bye Dad," Kurt said and slipped out of the car after Blaine.

Blaine grabbed their bags – Kurt protesting that he could carry his bag with one arm just fine, but his boyfriend had insisted – and up the front path nervously. Burt watched them from the driver's seat until someone opened the door, before pulling away from the curb.

Wes pulled the door open and grinned at them brightly. "You made it, come on in!"

Blaine went first and Kurt followed after him. They trailed after Wes, gazing around in awe. "Wow, Wes, this is house is amazing," Kurt said, admiring the d�cor.

"Gets kind of lonely as only child," Wes shrugged. "So usually all the Warbler parties are held here."
He led them past the massive room, the biggest kitchen Kurt had ever seen and to the back of the house to another large living room. "This is the games room," Wes explained.

Many of the Warblers were already there and greeted Blaine and Kurt warmly. They were in the middle of a pool game, laughter echoing around the room. Jeff and Nick hurried over to the boys, grabbing their bags off them and putting them with the others.

"Glad you guys could make it," Nick beamed and they smiled back.

More Warblers started turning up and soon it was a full house. The pool game came to an end and Wes declared that it was lunch time. Wes' dad had the barbeque going in the back yard and the Warblers all descended out to the garden, Kurt and Blaine following at a slower pace and sticking together.

"Go get a deck chair and I'll grab you something," Blaine smiled and Kurt beamed back at him.

"Thank you." Blaine hurried off to get them something with Jeff while he and Nick grabbed some spare deck chairs.

"You and Blaine are so cute together," Nick beamed and Kurt blushed. "You guys were best friends before, right?"

"Yeah. We met when we were five on our first day of kinder," Kurt said, smiling at the memory. "He's been my best friend ever since."

"Was it weird? Going from friends to boyfriends?" Nick asked.

"I still can't believe that we are together," Kurt admitted shyly, never having another friend to talk about boys with other than Blaine. "But no, not weird."

"Feels natural," Blaine interrupted, handing a plate to his boyfriend. Kurt turned an even deeper red and moved over so that Blaine could sit down with him.

Jeff handed Nick a plate of food with a grin and sat next to him. While they ate lunch, the Warblers filled in Kurt and Blaine about some stories from their other parties – one which included David waking up on the roof in his sleeping bag and not knowing how he got there. The stories had Kurt and Blaine laughing loudly along with the rest of them and Nick was happy to see that they were slowly becoming more and more comfortable around them. When lunch was finished Blaine took Kurt's plate for him and then Thad gave a great whistle.

"Boys. It's time for Guitar Hero."