A very Wevid plan

A Warbler game of hide the gavel

Blaine and Kurt walked down the corridor to the choir room. "Kurt, why do you think Thad and Wevid called this meeting? It's 7:30 in the morning on a Saturday. A freekin' Saturday! What if we'd had plans? Or wanted to sleep in." Kurt rubbed his hand up and down Blaine's arm. "Yeah i'm with you." He was used to this and knew not to argue with him. It was no secret that Blaine wasn't a morning person. Blaine huffed but relaxed slightly. They arrived in the choir room and Blaine slumped into a chair. No one approached the grouchy teen apart from Kurt, who sat next to him. "Morning Warblers." Wes said as he, Thad and David sat in their places. Blaine glared at them and everyone else gave a small hello.

"We have decided between us on the council that we are going to have dance lessons." There was murmuring until Wes banged his gavel. "What dance are we learning?" Blaine asked, extremely annoyed but curious. The council members smirked. "Tap dance." David said. All the Warblers except Kurt and Blaine started talking happily. Blaine had paled and Kurt looked confused. "Anyone here ever tap danced before?" David asked. No one raised their hand. "Ok be sure to be here by 8 tomorrow morning. Dismissed." Blaine stood and walked out the door, Kurt jogging to keep up with him. 

When they got to their shared dorm, Blaine fell on his bed and closed his eyes. "Why do you think they chose tap dance?" Kurt asked. "No idea." Blaine replied. 'Did Wes see my tap shoes when he came in  yesterday?' Blaine thought. 'But he couldn't have, they're hidden under my bed.' He got in bed and put his head under his pillow. "Don't let anyone wake me 'til eleven." Blaine said, making Kurt laugh. "Ok, Mr I'm-grumpy-and-demand-a-lay-in. No one will wake you 'til eleven." Kurt said, smiling. He sat on his bed and put his headphones on. When he was comfortable on his bed, he looked to Blaine and saw him asleep. He was sprawled across the bed, leg and arm dangling of the edge of the bed. He was snoring lightly and occasionally mumbling incoherent words. Kurt laughed softly before focusing of his phone.

At around 12, Blaine started shifting in his sleep so Kurt put his headphones away and went over to Blaine's bed. Blaine was still mumbling in his sleep and was cuddling his pillow. Wes had texted him, asking if they were coming to lunch. Kurt replied  with an, 'if I can get sleepy head out of bed.' He rubbed Blaine's arm and spoke in his ear. "Blaine, wake up. It's lunch and the guys are asking where we are." Blaine rolled over but was still asleep. "Blaine, Wes stole all your hair gel." Still nothing. "Blaine, I have red vines." Blaine's head shot up and Kurt laughed. "Did you say you've got red vines? Why didn't you tell me?" Blaine whined, rubbing his eyes.

"Thought I just did." Kurt replied, pulling a pack of red vines from his pocket and handing them to Blaine. He laughed when Blaine grabbed 5 and stuffed them in his mouth. They headed down to the lunch hall and walked over to the Warblers. "I see you woke Blaine up." Wes laughed, watching Blaine sit down and munch happily on his red vines. "Just remember; when you're going to wake Blaine, use red vines and make sure to have them on you." He looked over to Blaine with fond amusement. "Can I have one Blaine?" David asked, smirking, already knowing the answer. As expected, Blaine hugged the packet closer to himself and glared half-playfully at David. "No. My red vines!" That only caused the table to burst out laughing. "What's so funny?" Blaine asked. "It's just, your more possessive over your red vines than anything else. It's like you want to marry them." David replied, causing Blaine to blush. "Your as red as your red vines!" Jeff laughed, highfiving Nick.

Later on, Blaine was alone in the dorm, Kurt having gone shopping with Mercedes and Rachel. He locked the door, closed the curtains and pulled his tap shoes from under his bed. He plugged his iPod in the stereo, put his tap shoes on, pressed play and began tap dancing around the room. His feet moved effortlessly across the floor gracefully. He only tap danced when he was alone so he was pretty confident that no one was gonna disturb him for a while. Just as the fifth routine came to an end, there's was a knock on the door. He quickly hid the shoes under the bed and turned the music off before answering the door. "Hey Wes, anything I can do for you?" Wes smiled but there was a hint of amusement in his eyes. "I was hoping you'd be able to convince Niff to give Emmia back." Blaine rolled his eyes. "Just use your spare. You do have like 50 gavels remember." Wes glared at him. "Okay, firstly, I have 23 gavels, and secondly, Emmia is my favourite." Blaine rolled his eyes but they left to find Niff. 

They were hiding in their dorm with the door locked. Wes hid round the corner and Blaine knocked. "3, 6 open the door." There was a scuffle then Jeff spoke. "Is Gavels with you?" Blaine rolled his eyes. "No 3, Gavels isn't here. I'm simply here to help hide the object of his obsession. I already have a place of secrets ready." The door opened and Jeff stuck his head out, looked round then pulled Blaine in and locked the door. Wes snuck up to eavesdrop. "You finally got it again?" Wes was confused. "Of course Curls, what else do you expect?" "I have this really great spot. It's better than any of your spots, trust me."Wes leaned further in. "Sorry Curls, we gotta do it this time." There was a moments pause then footsteps edging to the door. Wes ra round the corner. "Bye guys!" Blaine called before the door was closed and locked.

He walked round the corner and spotted Wes. "You eavesdropped I presume?" Wes nodded and Blaine sighed. "Then you heard I couldn't get you gavel back?" Another nod. "Well, I'm gonna go back to my room. Let me know if you get 3 and 6 to return the gavel." With that, he turned and walked away, leaving a very confused Wes behind him. He smirked as he walked, whistling teenage dream. He wasn't gonna tell Wes but Niff had given him the gavel, knowing Wes was eavesdropping, so they said they weren't going to. He walked past the old bell and grinned. He pulled a bit of string out of his pocket and tied the gavel to the inside of the bell. He walked off to his room, looking smug. 'Best hiding spot ever.' He thought.