Summary: Noah Puckerman is a wild child. A gay wild child. On his third time that he's being send to a gay conversion camp by his mother, he meets a boy who changes his way of life, or at least a little bit. Except for his badass-ness of course.
"I don't want to be here, dad."
Kurt Hummel looked around the parking lot, seeing all the kids saying goodbye to their parents before they stepped towards the busses which would take them to Camp Hell.
Or at least that's what Kurt called it 'cause in reality it was called: Camp Freedom.
How the hell anyone could call a gay conversion camp, where gay kids would be converted into straight kids, Camp Freedom was still a mystery to Kurt.
What was even a bigger mystery to him was why his dad had signed him up for something like that.
He always thought Burt Hummel, his dad, excepted him the way he was.
Apperently he didn't...That was more than clear now.
Lucky thing was that parents weren't allowed on the camping place, only when they were called to come and get their kid because he or she was a trouble maker or in no condition to stay ayt the camp, so the kids and their lugage were transported by a few busses and they had to say goodbye to their parents on the parking lot before they left.
Burt sighed and looked sadly at his son, "I know you don't want to be here, kiddo. Neither do I."
"Then what exactly are we doing here?" Kurt asked confused, "Let's go home."
Kurt turned around and started walking back to his father's car when a large hand landed on his shoulder and stopped him from moving further.
"We're not going home, son." Burt spoke firmly, staring deeply in his son's eyes, "I didn't pay for this camp for nothing."
"I don't know why you've paid for it in the first place." Kurt exclaimed angrily, "I don't want to go on this stupid camp."
"You have to try, Kurt." Burt spoke with something that sounded like sadness in his voice, "Maybe you'll find out that you're not that attracted to boys as you thought you were..."
Ah, so that was it... Burt Hummel's last try to convince his son that he wasn't gay.
Oh he had tried before. Pointing out all the, according to Burt, pretty girls at his school, trying to get Kurt at least to feel a little interested in them, but it had never worked.
This was a much, much bigger step that he had taken and Kurt wasn't happy with it. Wasn't happy with it at all.
Did his dad even realize what the organizers of this camp did to the children there?
Apparently not...
"I'm sure you'll be having lots of fun there," Burt continued, trying to convince his son to go, "You'll be back before you know it."
The camp would last two months. TWO FREAKING MONTHS.
He was gonna die there and not come back at all. But Kurt was sure his dad wouldn't appreciate if he said something like that so kept his mouth shut and bit the inside of his cheek a little.
He didn't have the time to say much anyway 'cause all of the bags were loaded inside the trunks of the busesand they were called to step inside said buses so they could leave and ride to their destination.
He managed a weak smile on his face and gave his father a hug, which his dad gladly returned.
"I love you, Kurt." Burt said softly, getting a little emotional suddenly, "Don't forget that."
Kurt felt tears burn in his eyes, because how could he say he loved him when he was sending him to a gay conversion camp?
He still managed to keep that same weak smile on his face as he replied, "I love you too, dad."
Then he pulled out of the hug and walked away, looking over his shoulder and giving a little wave to his dad one last time before taking the steps up to get in the bus.
He was luckily one of the first guys on the bus, so he took a seat against the window and put his earbuds in his ear and turned on his ipod.
Now at least he didn't have to talk to someone during the long ride to Hell.
Noah Puckerman was leaning against his car with his best friend Sam, both smoking a cigarette and watching all of the kids say goodbye to their parents before they would be stumped onto the busses.
They were two of those kids who would have to go on those buses, but their parents weren't there.
Not that they cared about that. It were their parents who send them their anyway.
Well, Noah only had a mother and a little sister since his dad ran away when he was a little boy but the only one Noah cared about was his sister.
His mother was drunk most of the time and she had made it perfectly clear that she didn't appreciate him kissing another boy on their porch.
So what did Noah do? Every day he brought home a different boy, who was also gay like him of course, and kissed him when he knew she was looking out of the window.
This caused her to drink even more, but Noah didn't care. If his own mother didn't accept who he was, then screw her.
She was the one who send him on this stupid camp, knowing that it wouldn't help, because it was his third time already.
Well, three times is a charm of course...
He was now 16 and ever since he was 13 and told his mom that he liked boys more than girls, she had send him there.
Noah refused to work along and was send home after a few days the first time he was there.
The second time his mother had refused to pick him up, so he had stayed but didn't do anything they asked him to do.
Noah was a wild child. A free spirit. He didn't need anyone to tell him how to live his life 'cause he could manage perfectly well on his own.
His little sister on the other hand was the apple of his eye.
He was the one who had practically raised her on his own, so they had a very tight bond.
He hated it when he had to leave her alone with his mother, but he knew she was a strong girl and could take care of herself when necessary.
Which was like 99% of the time...
Sam's parents on the other hand were just working, but obviously, they didn't approve of their oldest son being gay either.
It was Sam's second year that he had to go to the camp because his parents had noticed that it hadn't worked the first time.
Sam and Noah, or Puck like everyone called him, had easily became friends. They shared a hut with two other boys, Matt and Mike, and all four of them got along great together.
Of course there were cameras in the huts so the management could see when they would be doing something inapropriate, at least inappropriate to their terms.
It was the same for the girls' huts, because of course, the lesbian girls were send there as well.
"Yo Puck," Sam said, blowing out some smoke from his cigarette, "Check out all these newbies."
"Yeah," Puck answered, blowing out some smoke as well, "Poor kids. They have no idea what they're getting into."
"It's all their parents' fault," Sam replied, "Why can't parents just accept their kids like they are."
Puck shrugged, "Beats me. If you ask me, I never had any parents."
Sam glanced over at Puck, who remained unfazed.
"How's your mom doing?"
"Probably lying on the couch, drinking herself into a coma. Or sitting at a bar, celebrating my departure to camp."
Sam didn't reply, just gave Puck a sympathetic look before looking back at the other victims of Camp Homophobia, or that's how he and Puck called it.
Seeing they were all heading towards the busses, Sam nudged Puck with his elbow.
"Seems like it's time to leave, dude."
Puck took one last long lurk from his cigarette, then threw the bud on the ground and stomped it out with the tip of his shoe while Sam followed his example.
Puck checked one last time if he had locked his car, then he followed Sam to the busses with his usual confident swagger.
This was gonna be fun. Another two months of being a jackass and driving those "teachers" in the camp crazy.
He couldn't wait to get the party started.