Title: Camp Half-Blood!Dalton
Pairing: Julian/Logan
Author: breaking-the-illusion on FF, as-gay-as-arthur on TB
Rating: M (Language and later chapters)
Word Count: 1,031
A/N: Moved from Tumblr to a more convenient place. This is an AU spun off Rick Riordan's Percy Jackson and the Olympians and characters that are not mine; they belong to CP Coulter and Glee. Margo, glitterandfall on TB, was the one who initiated the idea and wrote some of the following chapters. Feedback is really appreciated. Hope you enjoy! ^_^

Logan Wright's knees buckled, his lean body collapsed to the ground. He shut his eyes tight.

That didn't just happen, he told himself. Wake up Logan. It's time to wake up. Wake up!

Please?

Before he had time to rightfully gain back his sanity, the tall blond was being lifted up by the under sides of each of his arms.

"Shane, be careful!" A shaky voice whispered, sternly.

Logan carefully opened his eyes and looked to either side of him. On his right he saw a tall, dark haired boy. The other had similar features, despite being quite a few inches shorter, he looked more developed and mature.

"Blaine…. wha- what…" Logan tried to speak up but was hushed by his own exhaustion.

Logan was awoken by whispers.

Thank God. It was just a dream. He tried to convince himself, but Logan knew what had happened was all too real.

"I think he's waking up." Logan looked up to see a pretty blond hovering over him.

She smiled down at him, "Hi there!"

What the hell?

"Wha- wh- where the hell am I?"

The blond girl giggled, "Camp Half-Blood, silly! Didn't you read the sign?"

"Uhhh Brittany, I think he was a little too pre-occupied, you know, with fighting a psychotic hell hound and all." A new voice answered for him, belonging to a young Latina who appeared to be mending another boy's arm.

Hell hound? Shit. There went his last shred of hope that this was just all hallucination.

"Camp what?" Was all Logan could question.

"Half- Blood. It's another name for demigod," the blond girl— Brittany told him, "I know…. it's confusing because I'm still sure I have ALL my blood."

Logan looked to the dark haired girl for help.

She sighed and responded, "Demigods, or Half-Bloods, are kids like us, half mortal, and half god."

"Kids like US? God? You're joking right?"

The Latina glared at him, "Yes. This is some big joke. How'd you like the fake three headed vicious dog? We picked it up at a retail shop, along with that toy shield." She retorted sarcastically, pointing at Logan's watch.

Green eyes leered at the black ones from across the room.

She's right though.

Shut up, brain.

"But how's that even possible—" Logan tried to ask but was interrupted by a third party.

"You guys really shouldn't just be telling him so bluntly, he's probably freaked out half to death already."

The boy who the Latina had been helping was sitting up now, "Chiron usually does the explaining, but seeing he isn't here at the moment, I think I could fill you in," He cleared his throat, "I'm assuming you did well studying Greek Mythology in school, right?"

Logan nodded.

"Most demigods do, usually pressed upon by their protector."

"Protector?"

"Protectors, well…..they protect half-bloods, mainly against monsters that are still trying to rise up since the Titan war. Our protectors mission is to make sure the demigod or demigods make it to camp unharmed. Most protectors are satyrs, which you are familiar with, I assume."

"Talk about blowing his mind. Geez, Seigerson," The Latina snorted, "We'll fill you in on the Titans during your tour. Because right now we just need to make sure you're well rested."

"Santana, he's fine, one helluva fighter that's for sure. He saved all our asses out there today. Man, it's no wonder dad claimed him so fast."

Claimed? Dad?

Logan barely knew anything about his father, which kind of made sense now. His mother always said that he got his temper from him, not much else.

"Dad?" He asked, barely a whisper.

"Way to go," Santana grumbled at the brunette, "Chiron wanted things clarified with him before major details."

"You guys we should just tell him who his dad is," Brittany said with a smile, "His friends weren't as lucky."

Shit. Holy shit. Shit.

"Where the hell are Blaine an-and Shane!"

The blond girl looked taken aback, but simply replied. "Oh, they're just with the twins. You were their hero! They're alive because of you."

"Who the fuck are the twins?"

"Hey buddy, there aint no needs to yell at Britts," Santana shot at him, "Evan and Ethan, the twins, are taking your curly- haired cuties on a tour to their new cabin."

"Yea, Hermes is the twin's daddy. But we don't know about your friends yet, so that's why they're with Hermes kids right now." Brittany informed the other blond.

Oh thank god—- gods?

That calmed Logan down at bit, "So you say you know who my father is?"

He had gone so long wondering what his father was like, what he looked like, hell he spent ungodly hours wondering what the man's favorite color was. He needed to know.

"Sure! He's 'Tana and Derek's daddy too!"

"Right after you slaughtered that Hell-hound, Ares claimed you. Guess he was proud- hell I was proud to be related to someone who killed monsters as easily as pissing."

"Derek! Gods that's gross." Santana yelled at the brunette.

"Ares?" Logan thought out loud.

Ares, god of war. Well at least that explained his anger problem.

"Yep. This means we're brothers, so hello! The name's Derek Seigerson."

"And as you know I'm Santana. Santana Lopez."

Of course the carmel-skin spitfire was related to him. Anger was definitely in their father's genes.

"Well if you guys are feeling up to it now, we could get you adjusted to camp life."

Brittany stood up from Logan's bed. "Sorry, I can't I promised Spencer I'd pick him out flowers for Merril. I'll see you at dinner! Bye Der and bye Logan I hope you have fun here!" The blond skipped out of the room.

Logan stared after her wondering if she was always like that or what exactly she was on. Santana caught him staring and quickly accused him, trying to sound calm, but completely failing, "So you gots an eye on Britts?"

"Uhhhm. No," Logan began shyly, "I don't really fall for her type— or gender…"

Santana looked surprised by this, "Oh. Okay then."

"It's cool man, don't be so worried," Derek told him, "So where should we start this tour?"