Author's Note. This is my attempt at Klaine Hiatus Madness. Day 1 was summer camp, but it turned into a full-fledge plot/fic instead of a tiny ficlet. But here it is.
Disclaimer, I don't own Glee.
Kurt sighed as he got out of his navigator, he wasn't looking forward to spending a month in the wilderness again, when he was twelve he convinced his dad to let him quit summer camp but now Mr. George, his dad's best friend and the owner of the camp needs one more counselor, and his dad volunteered him. He went to the mess hall, two duffel bags over his shoulder, counselors had to show up the day before campers did to meet the other counselors and form bonds with them or whatever. This was going to suck.
"Kurt, glad you could make it, even if you are an hour late." Mr. George said the second he spotted the pale boy, "C'mere, meet everyone. Everyone, this is Kurt, he's been camping since he was in diapers, don't let his haughty looks fool you. Now if you ten don't mind I have to see about the chefs. Get to know each other, take a dip in the lake, form rivalries. Go set up your cabins, remember two counselors per cabin and keep everything rated G."
Kurt swung his bags back up on his shoulders and turned to the door, making his way to where the cabins were, he immediately took the one located closest to the lake, the cabins for the campers were circled around the main firepit, but there was a smaller firepit in the middle of the counselors cabins. Kurt entered his eyes going over the dressers and beds, the cabins were nicer than the campers cabins that was certain. He tossed his bags on a bed, going to unpack his various outfits, grabbing his sunscreen, he was wanting to take a dip in the lake before he had to watch little kids for the month.
"Mind if we bunk together?"
"Whatever. I'm Kurt, but George already said that. You?" Kurt's eyes drifted over the other boy, he had obviously curly hair gelled to his scalp, a bright smile on his face.
"Blaine, Blaine Anderson, I've been coming here for years and I haven't ever seen you before."
Kurt snorted, "I quit camping when I was twelve, I'm only here now because George is a family friend and begged."
Blaine nodded, "So you're rusty. Good. My campers are winning the trophy easily if that's the case."
"Nope. I'm very competitive. Mine will win, and I'm pretty sure we just became rivals."
Blaine winked, pulling his pants and top off to reveal swimming trunks, "Good. Last year my campers won without any effort, its about time I have someone to compete with. Swim with me, rules are everyone needs a swim buddy."
Kurt rolled his eyes, "I'm definitely going to win if you like following rules Anderson. Let's go. But we're rowing to the middle, none of that sissy jumping off the dock crap."
Author's Note. I'm aware of how short it is, I swear I'll update soon as possible (the only time I ever been to a camp was never so this is going off friends/siblings experiences at 4H and those type of summer camps (At least the set up of how things work is).