Warblers Pride Oneshots

June 10: Sound [Niff]

"We will never win with this sound! It's too posh! Nobody wants that!" Hunter exclaimed, pacing in the back of the room.

"I mean, I—"

"Blaine, you know we love you, but sit back down, you sound like a fucking choir boy."

"Don't most of you?" Kurt, who was new to the team, questioned, though he pulled Blaine back down onto the couch beside him. His tone wasn't insulting; just curious.

"That's the problem! But there's no way everyone in this room sounds like that all of the time, there has to be someone who can sing and not sound like that," he insisted. "Has anyone here done music in a style that wasn't choirboy acappella?"

It was quiet for a moment, before a freshman caught sight of David, clearly getting an idea. "Oh! David, you—"

"Don't say it," David, already pressing on his eye temples like he had a bad headache or little patience (and he likely had both by this point), interrupted. "I know what you're going to say. Don't you dare say it."

"No, it's not that; I was just going to say, can't you rap?"

He groaned, shutting his eyes. "No. I know apparently nobody can fathom this, since I'm Black, but I cannot rap. I get tripped up when I speak too fast. For the love of everything holy, stop asking me if I can rap, or I might learn how just to not do it out of spite."

"Sorry," the freshman had the decency to squeak out, shrinking back in his seat.

"Okay, you all have a task: try out some form of singing that isn't our traditional stuff," Thad said. "Just give it a shot, maybe you'll find out you're a natural, or you really like it. Next meeting, you'll report back, and hopefully we'll have a better idea of what we can actually do."

"And, Wes will be back, so we'll actually have some form of competent leadership," David mumbled.

"Oh, I'm sure you can't wait," Thad teased as everyone left.

"Bite me."

"I think I know someone who'll be a very good addition to the team," Jeff hummed once everyone but their friends had left, holding barely-contained enthusiasm.

Thad managed a half-smile for him, despite being as exhausted as David was. With Wes gone, David had a much harder time hiding his exhaustion. "Your boyfriend?"

"I'm so excited!" he exclaimed, bouncing on the balls of his feet and shaking out his hands. "He gets here tomorrow! You'll love him, and I think I've convinced him to join the Warblers, but we'll see. No way he says no once he sees my puppy-dog eyes in person, nobody's immune."

David chuckled. "I'm sure we will love him. But if you'll all excuse me, I am going to turn in for the night, so I'll hopefully have more energy tomorrow."

"Enjoy your big, empty bed!" Thad called after him as he left.

"I said bite me, Harris!"

—

There were more than a couple eyes on the boy who had appeared in the entrance hall. Leaning against a column, cool-as-you-please, in the Dalton uniform except with the white shirt untucked, sleeves pushed up, tie hanging loosely around his neck, and blazer being carried over his shoulder. He had a few tasteful earrings, rather long dark hair, and was just about the most effortlessly handsome and cool guy any of them had seen.

Hence the staring.

They were watching, waiting to see what happened when—

"NICK!"

He looked up, face lighting up as Jeff threw himself at him, catching him in a hug.

"You're early!" Jeff squealed, bouncing on his toes.

Nick laughed. "I couldn't wait any longer," he teased, voice deep and warm.

"Oh my god, okay, I need to show you around— no, you need to meet everyone— oh, god, who do we find first— do we call everyone—"

Nick took him by the hips, pulling him close and kissing him. Jeff melted, calmer once they broke apart.

"How about you show me around, and whoever we run into, we run into?" he suggested.

Jeff nodded. "Perfect." He smiled giddily, taking Nick's hand. "I'm so excited. C'mon."

Nick laughed, letting Jeff pull him along.

—

"Oh! Oh! Guys! Perfect!"

"Hablando del rey de Roma," Thad, who'd been catching Wes up on what he'd missed, said under his breath before turning. Wes laughed, turning as well.

Jeff ran up to them, pulling a figure along with him. A figure who...

"Nicholas?" Wes asked incredulously.

Nick's eyes went wide, clearly recognizing him. "Oh my god, Wesley?"

"I had no idea you were Jeff's Nick! Holy shit, okay— you're joining the Warblers."

"I think I will, yeah."

"No, that wasn't a question, that was a statement. You're joining."

Nick laughed. "You have not changed one bit since middle school."

"Mm, disagree. This," Wes gestured to David, "is David, my boyfriend."

"...You have changed one bit since middle school."

That made them all laugh.