"PAVAROTTI!" Luke squeaked, running over to the cage and hugging it tightly. Pavarotti chirped eagerly, rushing over to the bars and returning the hug in his own, bird-like way. "I missed you so much!"

Someone behind him started laughing. Luke turned around and looked up at Jeff, who was trying and failing to contain his hysterics.

"Is something funny?" Luke asked, still clinging to the cage. Jeff shook his head.

"No… Adorable! If I ever love anyone half as much as you love Pavarotti, I will be the happiest man on earth. Well… second happiest actually. Behind you. Cuz… you really love that bird." He chuckled, taking a seat on the couch near Luke.

Luke smiled and sat down, placing the cage on the table in front of them. Pavarotti tweeted non-stop, clearly ecstatic that he was with Luke again.

"Why are we here, anyway?" Luke asked, glancing over at Jeff before turning his attention back to the canary.

"Emergency meeting. Not sure why, but it has to be important. The text Thad sent listed it as code orange…" Jeff replied nervously. "The last code orange was when Logan lost out on a solo to Blaine… I'm scared."

"Oh…" was all Luke could think to say. He remembered that meeting far too well. Clearing his throat, he turned all his thoughts to Pavarotti. Deep down though, he was rather nervous too. The three sat there a while, talking about anything and everything as they waited for the emergency meeting to begin. Once all the Warblers arrived and the council had taken their seats at the front of the room, the summit commenced.

"This emergency meeting is called to order. Jr. Member Blaine Anderson, the floor is yours." Wes introduced officially, allowing Blaine to step forward. Luke had no idea what was going on, but assumed it was something serious. Emergency meetings weren't usually called this early in the day, and, more often than not, meant some time-honored tradition was broken and now they were cursed. Or about to die in a horrific fashion. Neither of which remotely appealed to him.

"Esteemed Council, I'll be brief. Simply put… I'm in love!" The whole room erupted in applause. Even Pavarotti chirped encouragingly. Luke glanced over at Kurt, whose expression was one of pure bliss.

'So Blaine and Kurt… finally.' Luke thought with a grin. Pav seemed to read his mind and nodded in agreement.

"I'm not good at talking about my feelings," Blaine continued. "I'm much better at singing them. But I could use a little help. Which is why I'm asking to enlist the Warblers to help serenade this individual in song… off campus."

'Yup,' Luke winced. 'We are going to die.' Pavarotti knew exactly what would happen next, and jumped off his perch dramatically. Luke jealously looked on as Pav ran for cover under a handkerchief Kurt had used to decorate the cage. Unlike the bird, Luke had no way to escape the maelstrom that lay ahead. The whole room was in total chaos.

"I know what I'm asking is slightly… unusual-"

"-the Warblers haven't performed in an informal setting since 1927, when The Spirit of St. Louis overshot the tarmac and ploughed through 7 Warblers during an impromptu rendition of 'Welcome to Ohio, Lucky Lindy'." Wes interrupted somberly.

"Why would we even consider what you're asking?" David added, trying to comprehend Blaine's audacity.

"I firmly believe that our resistance to perform in public nearly cost us our trip to regionals! We're becoming privileged porcelain birds!" Blaine defended, taken aback.

This really got the Warblers going. Luke couldn't believe what he was hearing. 'Seriously Blaine, does dead Warblers mean nothing to you?' He shook his head, wanting the insanity to end. Pav stuck his head out and looked at Luke sympathetically.

"YOU MOCK US, SIR!" Thad proclaimed, causing the room to go unnaturally quiet. Sometimes they wondered when Thad was actually from.

"If I may?" Kurt raised his hand politely, before standing up to address the group. "With respect, I believe Blaine has a point. The Warblers are so concerned with image and tradition that sometimes I feel we miss out on opportunities to step outside our comfort zones."

It only now just occurred to Luke how much he had assimilated to the group. A year ago he found the Warbler's eccentric, and their traditions, well, insane. Now he was one of them, and couldn't even conceive breaking what he now felt to be law.

"When I was in New Directions, we performed in front of hostile crowds pretty much *anywhere* we went. I mean mattress stores, shopping malls; I had a cat thrown at me in a nursing home once!"

This seemed to break the tension. Many of them even laughed. Luke had a creeping suspicion that Kurt was dead serious about the cat though. Not that it mattered. For the first time the Warblers actually seemed to consider breaking tradition. Whats more, it was the first time Kurt seemed genuinely comfortable there. Luke beamed. What the hell is going on here?

"It gave us confidence. It… kept us loose!" Kurt finished proudly.

"And where would this performance take place?" Wes asked Blaine, now willing to consider the request. Kurt had to be a wizard. There was no other explanation.

"The GAP, at the North Hills Mall. I'd like to call it 'The Warbler's GAP Attack'!" Blaine explained. The Warblers laughed, now all highly supportive of the plan. Well… most of them. Kurt cocked his head to the side, a confused expression on his face.

"Why the GAP?" he asked.

"The guy I like is a Junior Manager!"

Kurt's face fell. 'Oh crap. Kurt and Blaine aren't together then?' Luke asked himself. Judging by the fact Kurt looked like someone had just beheaded Pavarotti in front of him, Luke assumed that this was an accurate assessment.

"All those in favor?" Wes asked, putting the proposed Warbler GAP Attack to a vote. Almost everyone raised their hands. Except two- Kurt, who looked absolutely heartbroken, and Luke, the only one who seemed to notice.

I told you Jeff would appear in this story quite a bit. My love for him is an obsessive one. No Nick though. I'll make up for that soon.

So yeah, a happy chapter! And a canon one at that! I hope you enjoyed it!

On an important personal note: I am pleased to inform you that I have been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry for a two week Quidditch internship program, starting next Thursday. I may also find myself fighting aliens, unleashing a 3000 year old curse, getting attacked by dinosaurs (and possibly sharks), battling super-villains, and giving Squidward clarinet lessons (the horror!). I am going to try as hard as I possibly can to get one more chapter up before I leave. But if I can't, know I am not abandoning the story. I am just going on vacation.