Okay, so maybe we were stepping into other’s personal lives and we’re totally out of line. So, shoot me. They needed to solve the unneeded romantic tension and we, cupid’s elves, were open for business.

Santa had elves, so why can’t cupid have any, right? I mean, come on, he’s just a baby. Granted, a baby who could fly, but he didn’t even know how to use a potty! Who was this kid’s dad and how could he not teach him the basics?

“- and they sat there for at least an hour on the couch in the common’s room, blushing with their coffees in hand. It was so…” Wes was a tad confused for a moment before his face lit up, finally finding the word he needed, “awkward.”

Okay, so you might be wondering why the guys of New Directions are paying a visit to the Dalton Academy Warblers. Let’s take a visit with Puckerman on what brought us here.

Okay, so Kurt was being harassed at McKinley in grade nine by a jerk ass named Kurofsky for being gay, when Kurofsky turned out to be a flaming homo himself.

Wait, Puck, you can’t just say stuff like that. It could hurt someone’s feelings!

Dude, the Puckasaurus gets to say whatever he wants. I’m a total badass.
Anyways, Kurt transferred to Dalton Academy after being placed there as a spy. Guess who made him do that?

Bro, stop talking about my girlfriend like that and get to the point!

Chill, Finn; from one Jew to another, I have to be nice. And she’s not your girlfriend anymore, remember?

Puck!

Okay, okay! So, for the past two years him and Blaine has had unsolved sexual tension –

That’s my brother!

- And if I was Blaine, I would’ve tapped that by now. But no one has as much charm as Puckzilla. And that’s what you missed on Glee!

“Bro,” Artie looked at me, eyebrows furrowing, “were you even paying attention?”

“Sorry; not too interested in my baby brother’s love life,” I huffed, blushing a tad. Okay, that was a lie. It’s totally interesting what you hear stories about him and Blaine with their almost kisses or almost hand holding. Finally, I could get away from my own girl troubles and be concerned for my baby brother’s… Guy troubles, that is.

“Seriously though,” Nick looked bewildered, creating a conclusion, “we need to get them together.”

“As soon as possible,” Jeff commented alongside his best friend, finishing his thoughts as though they were twins.

-x-

“And how are we going to do that?” Mercedes eyebrows shot up in fascination- or what it pure amusement? Oh.

“Operation Klainebows.” Puck and I said simultaneously, and then fist bumped in approval.

Kurt has always been looking for love, which kind of adds to the irony of him being gay. Don’t get me wrong, I have nothing against gays, it’s just ten times harder for them to find love and the acceptance to love. He says it’s just the ‘Broadway’ part of him taking over and that it’s ‘no big deal’ but, as a brother, I know he needs to feel loved for once. Actually, as a human being, I know he needs to feel loved for once.

And that’s where Operation Klainebows comes into play.

Tomorrow is the first day of school and the plan has already begun.

-x-

“Shh!” A voice came from the Warblers surrounding me as we opened the door to the Dean’s office.

Step one: Kingdom of Love. Nick made the name, not me.

It was two in the morning and everyone was dressed in black. Let’s just say that we’re breaking a lot of rules by doing this. Which could cause possible suspension – they might ever expel us for doing what we are trying to accomplish. If we screw up, it’s our heads.
Totally worth it.

“David, go!” Wes said in somewhat of a stage whisper, shoving me towards the computer sitting on the Dean’s desk. Grabbing the Apple laptop, I pulled it under the desk with me, turning it on in the process. The start-up menu loads with a small ‘bum-ba-da’ in the key of F. I’m paying too much attention in music class. I dragged the mouse across the screen, clicking on the small icon in the center of the screen, labeled ‘Dean Walter’.

Password.

Password? Shit! Why hadn’t I thought of this?

“Guys, there’s a pass-” but I was cut off by the sound of keys jingling, unlocking the door to the Dean’s room – the room we were in.

“Hide!” I heard Wes whisper in volume, and feet scramble. As rapidly as I possibly could, I placed the computer on the desk and hid under it. Suddenly, a crash was made.

“Save yourself, Nick!” Jeff’s voice was above whisper and I smacked my face in something that almost felt like humiliation. We are the worst spy-like group of teenagers I’ve ever seen.

“You’re too young!”

“Get your asses over here, now.” Thad snapped and I heard another scramble of feet. Hooligans. A creak of the door sounded someone’s entry. Instantly, my heart stopped.

“Umph,” A groggily sound was made as the Dean came into the room. I could hear the footsteps coming closer. Finally, a pair of loafers came into view, sitting in the chair with wheels and pulling up severely close to me, “Must’ve left my computer on,” The deep, powerful voice spoke to himself, and then came the sound of typing. The start-up music played again, telling us that he had logged in. I heard a shuffle of plants and in a quick motion the Dean snapped his head towards the plant in suspicion.

We’re screwed.

“Mr. Walter,” A voice came in speaker from the phone on his desk.

Or not.

“Yes?” The Dean asked after reaching over and holding, what I assumed to be, a button that allows you to reply.

“You’re needed in the Hammerson quarters. Another accident in the kitchen.” The nasally voice informed him and without another word, he gets up and as soon as we hear the door click shut, sighs of relief fill the room.

Success.

Hurrying to my feet, I sit on the leather and crack my knuckles. This is going to be easier than I suspected.

Dragging the mouse over, I clicked on the ‘dorm set-up’ link and scrolled down to ‘Ashford’.

Room 77: Hummel, Kurt
Nixon, Trent

“Trent,” I laughed, “You were supposed to room with Kurt.”

“Please don’t put me with someone annoying.” He begged.

“Now you’re rooming with Thad.” I smirked deviously.

“No! Anyone but him!”

“Hey, you’ll have loads of fun with me.” Thad glared at Trent. Suckers.

Room 77; Hummel, Kurt
Anderson, Blaine

Beautiful.