Is this official Warbler business? – Wes

Be there in five – Thad

Define emergency�– David

Just get your ass over here, David – Blaine

Fine�- David

� � �Wes, Thad, and David converged down the hallway leading to the commons, and were joking what could possibly be troubling Blaine now. Their lead soloist had the tendency to be overdramatic about the silliest things. Case in point: his impassioned speech about “changing things a bit” by wearing red ties with blue piping during their earlier deliberations. His dramatics could only be exceeded by Kurt's, who had earlier deemed it necessary to perform a eulogy for their dearly departed mascot, Pavarotti. The three seniors may have tried to rein those two in, but in truth, they found the pair absolutely adorable, if a bit na�ve. Even then, they found their naivet� and obliviousness endearing. Kurt and Blaine are of a unique breed of boys, who share a love and respect for the romance and arts of the old world. They're natural gentlemen, whom Dalton would be proud to call its own. Their predilection for grand gestures and self-expression, however, could leave them vulnerable to the outside world. For this reason, the Warbler triumvirate took it upon themselves to take the two youngest Warblers under their wing. They considered themselves mentors for these two boys.

�They found Blaine on one of the couches, staring off in space, with an earnest expression.

�“So… what is this emergency you… ” David segued as they entered the room.

�Blaine interrupted him with, “I kissed Kurt,” his expectant eyes all big and full of emotion.

�“Congratulations, Blaine,” Thad said without missing a beat, patting Blaine on the back, as if the latter was his child who did something he was proud of. ”Finally.” �

�“It was only a matter of time, really,” Wes agreed, with his patent small smile.

�At the look of confusion from Blaine, David explained, “None of us are surprised at this, Blaine. You two have been giving each other heart eyes for a long time now. You guys weren't exactly acting platonic towards each other.”

�“But, I don't see the problem here. Did he not like it? It's highly unlikely he would hate it…”

�“Well, yes. He did. Like it, I mean.” He shook his head slightly as if he was fondly remembering their kiss. Kisses, actually. The memory made him smile momentarily.

�However, his panic returned as he looked up “But I don't know what to do next.”

�“I'm freaking out. He left to clean up before dinner and we promised to go to dinner together, but I don't know the protocol for boyfriends. Oh my god, are we even boyfriends?!”

�“Blaine.”

�“How do I ask him to be my boyfriend? When do I ask him? Do I ask him tonight? Is it too soon?”

��“Blaine!”

�“Do I wait for him or do I meet him at his door? Or is that too presumptious? I don't want to come off as clingy!”

��“Calm down, geez!” David admonished, as Thad and Wes both clamped a hand on Blaine's shoulders.

�“First of all you will get your shit together. A gentleman never panics,” Thad advised. “You are a natural charmer. (Blaine made an aww-shucks-headshake at this) So use that.” �

�“Be confident and suave. Confidence is an all-around attractive trait. But don't overdo it. Gentlemen should balance confidence with modesty. Don't forget your manners.” Wes added in.

�“Above all, treat him with the utmost respect and honesty. Kurt's been through a lot so respect his boundaries.”

�“I know that, David. I would never pressure Kurt into anything he's not ready for and we've always been honest with each other.”

�“So there it is, then. Just be your dapper self, Blaine.”

�“But I've never been good at romance. I may have hurt Kurt before for leading him on unknowingly. And then there was the epic failure with Jeremiah. I want this to be perfect for Kurt,” Blaine countered worriedly.

�“To be honest, Blaine, no one's good at romance off the bat. You work at it. And the Gap attack was a bust because it wasn't for the right person. Something tells me, Kurt wouldn't be too averse to a public serenade every now and then. You're best friends, you know each other best.”

�“Thanks, guys. I feel infinitely better. I couldn't ask for better friends,” gratefully sighed out as he gave the three bro hugs.

�“Now get your ass out of here,” David ordered pushing him lightly towards the door.

�“No running in the halls,” Wes called after Blaine who was giddily skipping to the dorms.

Thad merely looked fondly at the curly-haired sophomore. They grow up so fast.