Warbler drabbles!

[Bgrace27]

amazing!!!!!

[snifflechick]

Aww yay! I feel kinda special

I love these drabbles.... I wish I went to Dalton. Too bad I'm in the real world... and a girl... Oh well. I can still dream, and read these ^-^

[BlueKeeper]

Lovelovelovelovelovelove!!!!!

<3

I wish I could go to Dalton too. *sigh*

Oh well. This makes up for it!

[stephab13]

Thank you, guys, for your responses and kind words! It really means the world to me! If there's any criticism too, feel free to send it my way - as long as it's constructive. Eg, I know I kinda suck with spellings, so if you have any ideas how to improve that... Or anything else. Too long? Too short? Wrong characters? Please let me know!

As for the wanting to go to Dalton thing... Yeah. Me too, guys, me too. Hence why I amuse myself simply writing for them!

So, here we are, Another drabble - time for more tortured Nick :-)

Title: Fantasy

Characters: Jeff, Nick (cold)

“Nick! You ready?” Jeff knocked on his boyfriend’s door, fumbling through his wallet for the spare key. “If we leave now, we can get to the convention and be back in time for tea…” He unlocked the door. “You decent? Not that I care, really, you’re one of the very few out there who can pull off a birthday suit, but Thad, who’s pretending not to listen to us might have something to say about it.” When he was met with no response, he slowly pushed open the oak, hinges creaking. “Oh, Nick…”

The brunette was slouched on the floor, leaning against his mattress, pale face with black eyes. “Heh’ngt! Ngt! Ugh… Give be a bidute, I’ll be ready.” But his eyes were closed, one hand kneading his forehead while the other steadied himself on the floor.

“No. No way.” Jeff was instantly at his side, already moving to pick the boy off the floor. “Babe, you look horrible. Beautiful, but horrible…”

“Well, that’s a relief, cos I feel horrible.” Nick sniffed, burying his head into Jeff’s neck. “Heh’chuh! You should go without be…”

“There’s no way I’m leaving you, sweetie,” Jeff pushed the feverish boy under the covers, kissing his puffed-up sinuses. “Just give me five minutes.” He settled Nick down, pulling the doona halfway up and propping him up on pillows, before hurrying back out the door.

True to his word, five minutes and a trip to Wes later, Jeff was back in Nick’s solo room, armed with a box of supplies as he sat cross-legged facing Nick.

“I’b a bit tired for the kitched sikk, Jeff…” he groaned, letting loose a chest-rattling cough.

“Good thing I left it in Wes’ room then.” He started unpacking. “Tea, hot water, milk and sugar. No, not cream. Milk.”

Nick stuck his tongue out. “Yeah, I dod’t get that ode either.”

“Tissues. We all tease Blaine for his sneezing fits, but I’ve seen how you get, and from the sounds of your nasals, we’re gonna need them. But you have to stop stifling them, okay? Because I don’t want your eardrum flying out the side of your face and hitting me.”

Nick smiled. “Yes, Bob.”

“Name’s Jeff, actually.” That merited a weak slap on the hand. “Thermometer, pseudoephedrine, vitamin C tablets, Butter-Menthols, paracetamol which we’re probably not going to use, Ventolin, and Tim-Tams. I know your test is next week, so if you’re up for food, we may as well OD on the good quality chocolate and gluten, hey?”

Nick shook his head. “Babe, you spoil be.”

Finally Jeff crawled into bed with Nick, setting up his laptop. “And for the grand finale… if I can’t take you to the con, then I’ll bring it to you.” He pulled the sneezing boy into his lap, trying to kiss away some of the virus, as they begun to watch the screen. “Let’s go kick this cold’s butt like Sam and Dean do demons.”

[BlueKeeper]

that was so cute <3

as for spellings? NO FLAWS.......

awwww they're gonna watch Supernatural together

would still love sick!Kurt to pieces if your still doing requests

[JRE111]

Amazing. And yes! I'm posting on tonight.

[BlueKeeper]

Amazing. And yes! I'm posting on tonight.

you are?!!!!!

*does happy dance*

[stephab13]

JRE111: Squeals and runs to other thread to comment

chocolit4life: Thanks! This one's for you!

Just qualifying, Wes has a dislocated shoulder and Blaine's diabetes has been playing up - you can go read There's Something About Blaine (link in the original post) if you want more details.

Title: Test

Characters: Wes, Kurt (flu)

“C’est le corbillard qui transport

La défunte au caveau du roi.

Les fourmis sont en grand émoi.”

Wes took a small bow as he finished reciting, looking towards the younger boy for some feedback.

“Hichiew! Hichiew! Very… very… hichiew! Very dice, Wes. Hichiew!” Kurt blew his nose, shivering before he turned back to his algebra homework. “Just pretedd your siggigg, so the codsodads cobe through.”

“The what come through?” Wes sat down in the chair next to him, opening up his own books. He was helping Kurt with maths in exchange for the countertenor’s French expertise – only the poor boy was so congested he could barely understand him.

“Hichiew! Hichiew! Dot vowels… Hichiew!” Kurt grabbed his water bottle, groaning. “I bedder be over dis codd toborrow. I cadt do ad oral like… like… Hichiew! Hichiew! HiCHIEW!... like dis…” He put his forehead on his book, sighing into the cooler temperature. “I cadt speak proberly. I cad barely breathe.”

“Asthma?” Wes turned himself round, looking into Kurt’s glassy eyes. “You should be in bed…”

But Kurt shook his head. “Algebra test, first period toborrow. I dodt kdow whad I’b doigg, Wes. Fredch, I cad do. Lit, I cad do. Bath? Dope.”

Wes gazed at him. He looked dead on his feet – Blaine still in hospital, and Kurt was just running himself to the ground with stress. Add his very first set of Dalton mid-terms, and the result is a boy almost too sick to function. “You know, Kurt, if you’re too ill you can re-sit the exams. I’ve done it before.” He rubbed the boy’s back, pulling him into an awkward, one-armed hug. “Last year, I started getting really sick, like gastro, the night before my science mid-term, but I studied through it, kept telling myself it was all in my head, that I’d be fine if I just distracted myself. The next morning I was in theatre having my appendix out. Trust me – it’s better for you to rest.”

He’d obviously underestimated how stubborn the junior was though. “I’ll rest whed I’b… hichiew!... whed I’b dead.”

“Fine.” Wes slid open his graphics calculator with his good hand. “I’ll help you for an hour, and then I’m taking you to the nurse. Deal?”

Kurt looked about to protest when he fell victim to an intense volley of sneezes. “Ogkay. Fide. You wid.”

Three weeks later, when Blaine was back at school, Wes was out of his sling and Kurt had resat his math and literature mid-terms, the boys were celebrating over pizza.

“I got an A, Wes! Thank you!” Kurt hugged him, careful of his shoulder.

“No more letting yourself get that sick, Kurt.” The Asian grinned, clapping him on the back. “I think that was your real test, not the exams themselves!”

[stephab13]

Sigh. This was soooooooooooo tempting to turn into smut. Hope you enjoy it!

Title: Tease

Characters: Nick, Jeff (semi-induced)

Jeff was making this weird gasping sound, like he was hyperventilating. Nick looked up from his spot on his boyfriend’s bed in concern. “Panic attack?”

The blonde shook his head. “Nah, I just… just… heh… heh… Bloody hell!!!”

Nick snorted. He knew that face. “Awww, babe.”

“It’s stu… stu… hehhhh… stuck. Bloody thing is teasing me.” Jeff’s eyes crinkled, sniffing wildly.

“Come here.” Nick forced him down onto the bed he’d just vacated, kissing his boyfriend before forcing his eyes into the fluorescent lighting. “Better?”

“Heh… heh… heh… Need to sn… to sn… heh… Bugger bugger bugger bugger bugger!!!”

Nick laughed at the Australian cursing, his accent strengthened with the stress. “You want help?”

Jeff nodded, his eyes pleading, and Nick bent down, fluttering a butterfly kiss under Jeff’s tickling nose. The blonde’s stomach instantly tightened up. “Heh…. Ha? Ha? If I don’t… hehhhh… don’t sneeze soon, I swear, I’m cutting me bleeding nose off!”

“Well, we can’t have that now, can we?” Nick sprung back up. “Wait a second.” He started rummaging through Jeff’s chest of drawers, before turning round, the prized emu feather in his hands. “Here we go.”

Slowly he clambered back on top of Jeff, half-resting on his stomach. He carefully pressed the feather into his nostril, tickling gently, kissing his neck and nibbling on his earlobes as he did so.

“Heh…. Heh… HEATCHOO! HEATCHOO! HEATCHOO! HEATCHOO!” Jeff exploded, head snapping forward each time before he lay back down on the bed, panting. “Thanks, Nick. You’re awesome.”

But now the brunette’s nose was scrunching up, his face red. “Heh… heh… heh… Damnit, Jeff, you gave me your teasing sneezing!”

Jeff laughed, rolling over and taking Nick’s place, taking back his feather. “I guess it’s my turn now…”

[snifflechick]

I love the little jolt of excitment I get when I come on and see a new bunch of drabbles! ^-^ Thank you for making my day. Especially with the Nick and Jeff one (Nick is my favourite!)... though it was more than a little bit of a tease at the end

But seriously, I can't get enough of these. I can't remember the last thread I was so infatuated with. Sooo very lovely!

[BlueKeeper]

Will someone send a mop to wipe the puddle that used to be my body?

THANKYOUTHANKYOU!!!! They were both so adorable

[stephab13]

Awwwww, thank you both. You both flatter me. Hope this one lives up to your expectations - though it's written during my 4th active night, so there could be some errors or it might not flow as nicely cos I'm EXHAUSTED! But hope you enjoy it nonetheless.

Title: Storm

Characters: Nick (allergy), Jeff (cold)

“Nick! Nick! Nick! Nick! Nicky! Nicky! Nickster! Nicholas! Nicky! Babe! Nick!”

“Whaddd?” Nick groaned, sheets rustling as he rolled over.

“Hi!” Jeff grinned down at the brunette, his beam practically brighter than the lamp he’d just flicked on. “Guess what? Guess what guess what guess what?”

“It’s 3 am… Heh’ngt! Heh’ngt!”

“You sick?” Jeff’s tone instantly changed to one of concern.

“No. Allergies.” Nick pushed himself up on one arm.

“To what?”

“Being woken before 7:30.” He yawned, sneezed a couple of times, then realised Jeff was still staring at him. “What?”

“It’s SNOWING!!!” Jeff, despite having lived in Ohio for a good year or so now still got excited whenever the light flakes of ice floated from the sky. “Can we go make snow angels? Pretty pretty please?”

Nick grabbed his glasses, squinting out the window. “There’s not enough on the ground yet, babe.” He yawned again, falling back under the doona. “Plus, it’s 3 am.”

“Well, I’m going outside to play in it.” Even with his eyes closed, Nick smiled at the pout in Jeff’s voice.

“You do that. Just make sure you have proper clothes on, I don’t need a sick boyfriend. You’re enough trouble as it is.”

“People don’t get sick from snow, silly. You need a pathogen first.” Jeff switched off the lamp and headed towards the hallway.

“Smart ass.”

“I think you’ll find the term is smart arse.”

“Case in point.”

“Goodnight. Sweet dreams.” Jeff sang, before running down the stairs in his pyjamas.

The next morning, Nick ran into his boyfriend’s room to find a very tired, cold and sniffly Australian.

“Oh, Jeffrey. What am I going to do with you?”

“Put me in a pie and eat me. Heatchoo!”

“I hate to tell you this…” Nick climbed into bed behind Jeff.

“Then don’t. Heatchoo! Heatchoo!”

“I told y –“

His words were cut off by a kiss.

“Bugger off.” Jeff broke away quickly, not wanting to infect the brunette.

“Temper, temper.” Nick teased him, nuzzling his chin into Jeff’s trapezius. “I think I might go make some snow angels…”

“You wouldn’t!” Jeff gasped.

“You’re right. Not without you.” Nick kissed his jaw. “It is Ohio. I’m sure the snow will still be there in a few days when you’re better.”

“Love you, Nick. Heatchoo!”

“Bless you. Love you too.” And within 5 minutes they were both sound asleep.

[BlueKeeper]

Awwwwwwwwww so cute!

[Zane]

I absolutely LOVE these drabbles! I mean really? The Warblers..... *Heaven* Thank you soooooooooooo much for writing this and I am so totally looking forward to more. I love your writing style and how you seem to make the writing fit the characters perfectly.

On a side note I just read "There's something about Blaine." and OMG!!!! I was hooked since chapter 1!! I soooooo hope Wes and Blaine are ok! I finished the whole thing today and it was just.....just so.... ARGH!!!! I don't even know how to describe it!

On another side note I read "Five Times Wes helped the Warblers" like along time ago (way before I knew you were the author) and I absolutely love it!!! The last chapter made me cry.

Anyway......... Thanks again for your amazing writing! and torturing Wes ..... I mean what?

[stephab13]

Wow. Thank you!!! That's a huge compliment - I try to get everything to fit the characters. Don't know how successful it is a lot of the time though As for TSAB... It's being very annoying at the moment! I've sat down to write it so many times and I can't seem to churn anything out. So at least I have this to work on as well. I've got one more night shift tonight - praying it's easy-going so I can get the paramedics in!!! And, as for Wes...

Title: Strawberries

Characters: Wes (cold), Santana (sensitivity)

If there was one thing that Wesley Montgomery was good at, it was building himself up to spectacular heights before watching his world crumble around him.

This wasn’t the first time.

That’s not to say that he couldn’t see the humour in it all. His looking after Blaine was what had attracted Santana in the first place…

“You know, I’ve always found doctors to be kinda hot.” She leant forwards, whispering, her lips brushing past his earlobe.

… So of course, on their first date, he’d find himself with his dominant arm trapped in a sling and his sinuses tingling with the next cold of the season.

Okay, so it hadn’t started too badly, he supposed. David had “borrowed” his father’s luxury sedan, acting as chauffeur for the night. They’d picked up Santana and David had dropped them at Pad Thai – a tiny restaurant near the lake, where they would take a stroll and have a picnic for dessert. But that’s when it started going downhill.

First of all, Wes couldn’t actually hold a picnic basket and Santana’s hand. So he’d basically forced her to carry it while they walked along.

Then, when they’d found a nice spot to sit, he couldn’t open the sparkling cider. With a, “Here, sugar, let me help,” Santana had popped the cork – which had gone flying through the air, hitting him square on the forehead – really not helping his already-throbbing head.

So Santana, entertaining one of her many strange fantasies, had begun kissing the lump already forming, working her way slowly down his face, his lips, his ear, his jaw, his neck… before whipping her head away.

“Choo. Choo. Hik’choo!” A laugh began to form on her face. “You’re wearing jasmine, aren’t you?”

“Oh, God.” Wes nodded. His new cologne… “I’m so sorry, Santana. Heh’kishh’oo! Heh’kishhh’oo! Ow….” He groaned, hand flying from Santana’s waist to his shoulder, as his left hand fell back down in the sling. “So, do I make the Worst Date Ever list?”

“Hey, don’t get ahead of yourself, James Hook.” Santana smiled, hot air from her whispers tickling Wes’ ear. “At least I don’t have to worry about wandering hands for the time being.” She looked at him, slightly cross-eyed, before blinking and tilting her head back. “I’m only in it for that amazing tongue of yours anyway.” They kissed briefly, smooth and sweet, before she wrenched away again. “Choo! Hik’choo!”

Wes laughed, shaking his head. “Just for my amazing tongue, hey?”

She grinned. “That, and those strawberries. You can eat one-handed, right?”

Mock hurt wrote itself along Wes’ eyes. “Of course. I’m a big boy!” He opened the Godiva box, pulling out the fattest one by the stem and running it along Santana’s lips, pulling it back when she tried to bite.

“Now, that’s not fair…” She whined.

“Welcome to my life, sweetheart.” Wes suddenly whipped his head away, dropping the chocolate. “Heh’kishh! Heh’kishhh! Heh’kishh’OO!”

They both burst into laughter. Clearly, this night was not going to work. So after a quick call to David, Wes leant back against a tree, pulling Santana into his lap and holding her close with his one hand.

“So why don’t we… choo. Hik’choo. Choo!… Why don’t we try this again next week?” She grinned, offering him a hand as they stood up to go meet the car. “No jasmine, no cold.”

Wes grinned. “I’ll still have the sling on…”

“As long as you bring those strawberries, I couldn’t care less.” She wrapped her arms around his neck, giving him a final kiss before pulling him into the backseat of the Chrysler.

[stephab13]

Title: Weapon

Characters: Blaine, Kurt (dust)

“So, Kurt. How are you settling in?” Blaine perched on Kurt’s headboard, watching him unpack.

“It’s… different, I guess…” Kurt smiled, whipping around. “It’ll take some getting used to. But we’ll manage.”

“David’s in your year, he’ll look out for you – you have English with him tomorrow.” Blaine picked up a framed poster of Audrey Hepburn, hanging it above Kurt’s bed for him. “Just be your awesome self and you’ll be fine. We… we don’t judge here. You’re safe.”

Kurt sniffed. Safety… He’d almost forgotten what that felt like.

“Hey. Shhh. I’m here, Wes is around, and David. I’ll introduce you to Jeff and Nick – Nick’s a junior too. And Jeff’s an Aussie, so you’ll have fun with the accent.” Blaine bent down, wiping away a lone tear from Kurt’s face. “We’ll have to get you in some clubs, too, get you nice and socialised. Think you’ll try out for the Warblers?”

Kurt blew some dust off a photo of his mother, putting it on his desk as his breath started to hitch. “Of… hi… hi… of course. HiCHIEW!!!” The countertenor blushed at the pitch and volume of his sneeze.

“Holy crap! Bless you!” Blaine smiled. “Can you sing like that?”

“I can reach a high F…” Kurt said shyly. “Easily.”

“You’re like a weapon!” Blaine told him. “Show me?”

Kurt nodded, and Blaine grabbed his hand, once more pulling him through the Dalton corridors to the music room.

[BlueKeeper]

Kurt's was adorable

Santana and wes made me laugh out loud. God, I love them.

Keep going <3 these are so amazing

[stephab13]

Hahaha, see why I ship Westana? Or maybe not so much from that as from the one-second clip of them hugging during Silly Love Songs... but still. They're adorable together and I loves them and glad it made you laugh

Okay, so for this... I actually really like Trent, but because he's so young and really just comic relief, it's hard to write him in well enough. So when I got the opportunity... Well, it's definitely surpassed drabble length (as have so many of the other ones... oops) but I want it in here anyway. :-) And I like it when Jeff takes charge. He's lovely. Hope you guys enjoy it

Title: Beach

Characters: Jeff, Trent (salt)

In Jeff’s opinion, the day had started out pretty normally. The Warblers had all woken up around the campfire and decided to go to the beach. No biggie – Jeff was Australian. The whole country was surrounded by water. He used to live in St Kilda – right on the sand!

But, despite the insane amount of wealth gathered by the families of boys here, not many of them had similar experiences. Which Jeff found bizarre. Sure, most could swim – they’d all been on yachts since before they could walk anyhow. But the whole idea of a beach was novel, and when it came time to read the sets or looking out for turbulent water, even after Jeff’s tutorage most were clueless.

So they’d done the traditional beach volleyball and body surfing (and actual surfing, by Jeff and Callum, who’d grown up in Santa Cruz), lunch at an ACTUAL fish and chip place (run by ACTUAL Greek-Australian immigrants) and now most of the guys were lazing around in the afternoon sun.

“Blaine. Pass me your glasses.” He thought he could hear someone calling, far out.

The world came into half-focus.

Shit. Hands. Halfway out. The prescription wasn’t strong enough to work out who it was, but that was irrelevant – by the time the glasses and shirt hit the burning sand, Jeff was diving into the rip.

It was Trent. The blonde could see him panicking, struggling to keep his head above the water as wave after wave crashed over his head, the turbulent water sucking him closer and closer to the back. Which now, terrifyingly, was only about 50 feet away – not so big, but Jeff knew Trent would be too worn out and scared to even contemplate swimming his way back to shore.

“Yo! It’s Jeff. We’re nearly out, okay, Trent? Can you lie on your back for me?”

“HELP! Jeff, help me, I can’t reach the bottom, I…” his words were replaced by coughing as the salty water from the next wave filled his mouth.

“Trent, listen to my voice. Either lie on your back and let it carry you – we’re going to stop in about 20 feet – or swim towards me.”

“I… can’t…” Jeff heard tears in his voice. He sat back, counting the metres left.

Finally they were both out the back and the waves died down. Jeff swum up behind the freshman, wrapping him in one arm and started pulling him away from where the rip had been. “I’ve got you, Trent. We’re out of the rip now. We’ll move away from it, and then we have to swim back. Can you do that?”

“I can’t touch the bottom…” Trent was still panicking, though he’d stopped flailing as soon as he’d felt Jeff’s solid arm around him. The boy just had a calming touch about him…

Jeff shook his head. Right. Just get to shore. Don’t get dragged under, or dragged sideways, or dragged out. Get them both to shore.

It was an effort. But after what seemed like an hour, Jeff’s and Trent’s feet hit the bottom. And after an eternity, they hauled themselves out of the water and onto the dry sand.

Immediately they were surrounded by bodies everywhere. “God, are you two okay?” “What the HELL happened?” “Trent, how long were you out there?!” Hands everywhere clapped Jeff on the back. But he pulled Trent away, towards where Nick and Blaine were waiting, towels at the ready.

They were barely sitting down when Trent rolled into Jeff’s lap, too exhausted to even sit, and burst into tears. “I… I… I thought I was… going to… going to die…”

Jeff held him close. “How long were you out?” With a sinking feeling, Jeff realised that Trent hadn’t eaten lunch with them… They’d all walked off and forgotten him.

“I don’t know.” Trent sneezed suddenly. “HaYISHuh! HaaYISHHuh! HaaYISHHH!” He sniffed, groaned, then looked into Jeff’s eyes. “You saved mbe.”

“Ah, no biggie.” Jeff grinned. “You’re not considered a proper Aussie ‘til you’ve dragged some screaming Asian from a shark… Little rips like that I’m used to.”

“It burns…” Trent rubbed his eyes. “HaYISHuh! Stupid salt got in my ndose…”

Blaine passed him a box of tissues and a handful of jellybeans. “Here. Eat. You too, Jeff, you both need sugar.”

Nick, meanwhile, was busying himself making sandwiches for the pair – Jeff had just sprinted the ocean, twice, carrying Trent for half of it, while Trent had completely worn himself out fighting the rip, on an empty stomach.

Finally they’d all eaten and drank. Jeff pulled the freshman in closer to him. “Trent, you don’t have to tell me why you went out alone. But I want you to know that we’re here for you if you need anything, okay?” He whispered, putting a cap over his eyes.

“Thanks, Jeff. For saving me too. Even if…” he let it hang. “No. You saved me. All that matters.” Trent curled up into a ball in Jeff’s arms, and Jeff lay back into Nick’s, and Nick fell back into Blaine’s lap. And, in the warmth of the evening sun, the strange conga-line began to find some peace.

[obsessed]

I enjoy these -- very much a fan of glee:)

[snifflechick]

XD I find it so amusing that things that have been written in as Australian 'quirks' for Jeff (eg. Tim tams, 'paracetamol' and 'ventolin', 'fish and chips', and tea with MILK and not cream) feel so familiar to me, that I have to think of what the American terms are (I'm an Aussie).

I loved 'Storm'. I think I have the same thing Nick does... allergy to being woken at 3am. Lol. Though sniffly Nick is definitely a lot more appealing! <3

[BlueKeeper]

*sighs* that was perfect.

I enjoy these immensely. Like you have no idea.

<3

[stephab13]

I'm glad you're all enjoying them!

snifflechick: Aussies unite!!! I'm ever-so-slightly taking the piss with Jeff, but I'm basing him on my ex, who lived in Mildura - and still says things like "Ripper!" and "Strewth"... there was something the other day, can't think of what it was, but I don't think I've heard anyone younger than about 80 say it... Hmm... I just got back from the US though, i was there for about a month, so I translate between them. But it's easier to find things to make fun of

And here we go. Drabble number 19 (ALREADY???)

Title: Lost

Characters: Kurt, Blaine, Jeff, Nick (allergies)

Turn the corridor. Marble floors. Dark wood staircase. Three… no, four classrooms. No foyer or music rooms though. Had he been down here before? Kurt honestly couldn’t remember.

Sitting down on the wide steps, he began pulling out his phone to call Blaine, when a familiar brunette hurried past him.

“… Nick?”

The boy halted. “Hi, Kurt!” He held up a finger, turning to the side. “Heh’ngt! Heh’ngt! Heh’ngt’CHUH!” Pulling out a crumpled tissue, he pivoted back around. “Sorry, allergies. What’s up?”

Kurt smiled sheepishly. “I’m kinda lost…”

“No worries, mate!” A beaming blonde had rounded the corner, pulled Nick into a quick kiss before looking down at the stairs, holding out a hand. “You must be Kurt! We’ve heard so much about you from Blaine!”

Kurt felt himself blushing. “And you’re the Australian.”

“Was it the hair or the accent that gave it away?” Jeff grinned, pushing back a few locks from his eyes, and Kurt shook his head.

“So where were you… Heh’ngt! Heh’ngt! Oh, come ON!” Nick groaned. “Man! Sorry, Kurt. Where are you off to?”

“I’m meant to audition for the Warblers in about 5 minutes… but I can’t find the music rooms…” He stood up, shrugging on his bags again. “Can you show me the way?”

Nick nodded, stifling a few more sneezes as he led them off.

Jeff reached into his pockets, handing a packet of tissues to Nick and to Kurt. “You’ll need one of these on you if you’re hanging round with this one here – “ he kissed his boyfriend’s cheek - “and Sneezy dwarf over there – “ he nodded at Blaine, who was waiting outside the choir room, looking nervous. “And here’s where we leave you.” He walked inside, jumping on one of the leather couches and pulling Nick into his lap.

Blaine grabbed his hand. “Kurt. You got lost, didn’t you?”

The countertenor blushed and nodded. “Lucky I ran into Nick and Jeff…”

Blaine nodded. “I have to go in, too, or the council will pitch a fit. Wes will come get you when we’re ready – sorry about the formalities. You ready? Know what you’re going to sing?”

Kurt nodded. The Warblers were in for a shock!

And sure enough, once Wes had pulled him inside the choir room, Kurt found himself lost again. But this time, as clichéd as it was, he found himself lost in the music, swept up with the boys’ perfect pitch ebbing around him. And, as difficult and challenging as the next few weeks were sure to be, he knew he’d finally found that magical place. Home.

[katia]

Oh my dear lord. How did I not find this thread sooner? I find the Warblers so unbelievably attractive, and I'm 100% obbsessed with Darren Criss. All of these drabbles are amazing! I can't thank you enough for brightening my whole month with these.

[stephab13]

Wow. Thanks, katia! Well, I'm definitely with you on the Warbler's attractiveness. And Darren and Telly? OMG. And the rest are just my babies I'm glad you're enjoying them!

Thanks to everyone that's read and commented so far as well! Please please please let me know if there's anything you want written, too. I mean, there's a few prompts up there that are specifically reserved for people (like boardies. I mean, honestly. How could I not give that to the Australian???) but I'm at the stage now where I'm trying to think who I want to torture... So if there's anyone in particular that you want... Or any ships written (hey, I tried Seblaine...) or any particular scenario... Please let me know and I'll do my best!!!

And if there's any criticism too. Like the fact these are more one-shots than drabbles... But meh. Most are JUST under 500 words... Make of it what thou wilt

So, here we go. Drabble 20. Wow.

Title: Cry

Characters: Nick, Jeff (cold)

Jeff was currently in tears, and Nick really couldn’t blame him. Nick could barely stand living a couple of hundred miles from his family – he couldn’t begin to imagine what it would be like living almost exactly 10,000 miles from them.

Plus, Jeff had been –

“Heatchoo! Heatchoo! HeatchOO!”

Jeff had been sick on and off for the last month, catching cold after cold from Nick himself (who’d turned into a germ incubator as the gluten had begun trashing his immune system, but that was a different story), running himself to the ground looking after him. In one of those incredibly rare periods where Nick wasn’t confined to bed with illness or horrifying stomach cramps that left him very sympathetic towards the few female friends he had – Nick was glad to be able to look after his boyfriend.

Well, not glad, he wouldn’t wish illness on anyone. But if Jeff were to get sick, then Nick was happy he was finally able to care for him like Jeff had been so amazing at doing himself.

But now he’d walked back into the room to find Jeff crying. And while Nick could understand why, he would dearly love to know what had set this off.

Jeff had been happy five minutes ago. Well, not so much happy as completely off his face on cold medication…

“Nicky, you look like Babar. But the clowns on my doona say you look like Johnson. But you’re not pink and fluffy, you’re grey, can you come and show them that you look more like Dalton’s porridge?”

… Okay, maybe he did have an odd nose…

No! Now was not the time to get self-conscious! Jeff was crying!

“Heatchoo! Heatchoo!”

And sneezing. Nick plucked yet another tissue from the box by the bed, cleaning Jeff’s eyes before crawling back under the covers behind him.

“Babe. What’s wrong? Can you tell me?”

Jeff shook his head. “It’s silly.” He tugged on Nick’s shoulder, shivering into his warm arms.

“Sweetie, I want to help. Please, talk to me.” Nick pulled him tighter, one hand tracing the fuzzy two-day-old stubble popping on Jeff’s chin.

“Well…” Jeff sighed. “When you went to the loo, I went to make some Milo, but I couldn’t get the lid off. And then I… I…” He drew in a breath and dropped to a whisper. “I ate the last of the Nutella.”

[snifflechick]

^-^ I can't stop stalking this. The Warblers are addictive! Poor Jeff. I can understand the tears; the end of a jar of nutella is tragic. And I did notice the slightly over-the-top Aussieness. I'm proud to say that neither 'ripper' OR 'strewth' have a place in my vocabulary. Though I'd be more than happy to contribute to the bank of bizarre slang that Jeff could use in the future.

Also, what was wrong with Nick in the last one? With all the stomach pains? (It's not at all obvious that I'm obsessed with him :S Though Wes and Blaine come in tied for a very close second).