hello children, I'd like to make a lil' disclaimer stating that idk anything about camps like this I'm just winging this entire thing. okay bye enjoy… ALSO sorry for any typos/grammatical errors i don't have a beta and idk i cba checking. - G Xox

Kurt looked up at the small yet looming building. From the outside it looked fairly innocent, just like a regular summer camp. The welcoming sign was tall and read "Woodstock Gardens!" Kurt noticed the word 'gardens'' instead of 'institution' and rolled his eyes, whom were they trying to kid? It didn't take him long to decide which camp he'd go to. There were two others to choose from but Woodstock was the closest to home and, in his father's words, "less disgusting. The sound of Burt hauling his suitcase out of the car knocked Kurt back into reality.

"You ready, kid?" Burt asked skeptically.

Kurt heaved a small sigh "as I'll ever be." He replied.

"Remember, Kurt, you can back out of this right now. Nobody's forcing you to be here."

Kurt turned and looked at his father in the eyes "I know, dad. I do, but I also know that this will be good for me, okay?" He grabbed his suitcase from his fathers grasp before he could say anything else and began to make his way to the entrance "let's do this."

...

Inside the camp was a completely different story; it was dull and smelt faintly of hospitals.

"It was nothing like this in the pamphlets..." Burt muttered to himself, Kurt smirked slightly at the comment but ignored it as he tugged on his dad's arm and made a beeline for the check-in desk.

The Hummel's stood patiently at the desk as the receptionist spoke to an older man and a kid about Kurt's age who looked like he was being enrolled too. He was tall and had chestnut hair; the guy was wearing an out-of-place smile on his sculpted face. The man next to him, who Kurt presumed was his father, was dressed in a smart suit and had a face of stone. When they were finished, Kurt and Burt stepped up.

"Hi, I'm here to enroll my son. The name's Hummel." As his dad spoke to the bored looking women and signed a few more papers, Kurt took a look around, the guy from before, who was making his way down to what looked like the main building, was shamelessly eyeing him like a piece of meat. Kurt didn't know whether to feel insulted or flattered, so he looked away quickly and paid attention to the bottle-blonde receptionist.

"...What happens now is we'll give Kurt his room number and he'll be introduced to his room-mates and allowed to un-pack. At eleven thirty all campers must go to the cafeteria to attend the initiation meeting which is just the manager of the camp giving them their daily schedules." The lady paused and rifled through some papers, "I think that's it. Your room number is 21 here's the key, the dorms are to your right and down the corridor, and you can have five minutes to say goodbye to your dad." She flashed a sympathetic smile and made her way into the back room. Kurt started to panic, this was really happening to him. "Ok, breathe" he told himself.

"Kurt, stop panicking. I can see it in your eyes." Burt said and Kurt sighed at how well his dad knew him.

"I'll be fine dad, I promise." Kurt said sincerely.

"I know you will." Burt stated, "now come here and give your dad a hug." Kurt laughed lightly and enveloped his dad in a hug, eventually he had to let go.

"I'll miss you, dad." He said, tears filling his eyes.

"I'll miss you too, kid." They both paused for what seemed like days, "well go on, you'll miss the meeting at this rate... Good luck, Kurt."

"Thanks, dad." Kurt said as he turned away from him, he grabbed his suitcase and squeezed the key tightly in his hand. He took a deep breath and made his way down the never-ending corridor to his future.

...

As soon as Kurt entered his assigned room his senses were assaulted. There were two guys, both shirtless, running around the spacious room. The blonde one caught the brunette by the waist and spun him around quickly, enticing him into a kiss. Kurt's eyes were wide and he coughed slightly to get their attention. Both boys seemed startled and jumped off of each other like they'd been shot and whipped their heads toward where Kurt was standing. They seemed to sag in relief and smiled widely at Kurt.

"Oh, hey," the blonde one said as he shrugged a shirt on "I'm Jeff." Jeff held his hand out for Kurt to shake; he accepted it reluctantly, still having no idea what was going on.

"Nice to meet you?" Kurt questioned, "I'm Kurt."

The brunette stepped up next "hi, I'm Nick, this idiots boyfriend," he said as he pointed to Jeff. "So you're our new roomie?" He asked politely.

"Uh, yeah I guess so." Kurt shrugged "forgive me for being rude but how can you guys be together? Isn't the whole purpose of this camp to stop that?" He said cautiously.

Nick and Jeff both laughed, "hell no, we're like permanent boarders here. This is our fourth summer here together and our fifth summer together as a couple." Jeff said proudly as Nick slid his hand into his and rested his chin on Jeff's shoulder.

Kurt's eyes widened "wow, really? Your fourth year? I guess I got roomed with the right people then." He said in an attempt to lighten the mood. "Oh yeah about that-" Nick was interrupted when another shirtless male walked through the door of the bathroom, it didn't take Kurt long to realize that it was the guy from the reception. He had a towel tied around his waist and his hair was still wet, Kurt couldn't stop staring at the guy's abs, they were pretty phenomenal.

"Why hello there, Kurt." The guy said, smirking as he noticed Kurt's eyes glued on his chest, "the name's Sebastian. I'm so glad I'm not gonna be stuck with these two sickening love birds for the entire summer… again."

Kurt managed to regain some of his dignity and looked at Sebastian's face, "you've been here before, too?" He asked curiously.

"Yeah," he laughed, " this is only my second summer though. My dad caught me making out with the priest's son and here I am again." Nick and Jeff both laughed.

"Oh come on! There's no way that happened, you're so dramatic." Jeff teased as he made his way to his bed and began to unpack his suitcase.

"I'm totally serious!" Sebastian said in defense "aren't our parents great?"

"But don't worry," Nick interjected "we'll keep you grounded, there's no way they'll brainwash you."

"Maybe I want to be brainwashed," Kurt regretted the words as soon as they left his mouth, he saw the way all three boys looked at Kurt like he had five heads. "I mean- maybe it could work here? Isn't it worth a try?" He asked skeptically "just, forget I ever said anything…" There was a stretched pause, "is this my bed?" Kurt said as he walked over to the last available bed that was obviously his. Behind his back, Nick, Jeff and Sebastian were sharing looks of 'what the hell is wrong with this dude?' and 'shut up he's probably had a hard time of it.' They awkwardly unpacked together in a tense silence.

It was Nick to break the silence as he announced that it was time to head down to the initiation meeting. Kurt huffed loudly, and folded the last of his shirts before following the guys. He stayed a few steps behind them a sense of dread and nerves building up in his stomach. What the hell had he gotten himself in to? He entered the dimly lit hall, which vaguely reminded him of the McKinley High cafeteria, there was hundreds of miserable looking teenage boys. Littered along the edges were "camp counselors" most older than Kurt. Nick, Jeff and Sebastian made their way to an empty table at the back of the room, Kurt was unsure whether he was invited to sit with them, so he awkwardly hovered around the area until he heard Sebastian shout him over,

"Hey, sexy, there's a seat here." Reluctantly, Kurt laughed and made his way over to their table and ignored all the stares he seemed to be receiving.

"Do you even know what the word subtle means?" He asked Sebastian as he took a seat next to him on the rectangular table.

"If I did, would I be here right now?" Sebastian cheeked back.

Kurt rolled his eyes and giggled like a freaking' schoolgirl "touché."

Jeff rolled his eyes at the both of them "stop flirting and listen up. The wicked witch of the gays is about to make her grand speech about Jesus and the sanctity of marriage or whatever." Kurt joined in with their laughter and turned around to the front of the room where he saw a middle aged women with dark brown hair and four inch heels which, by the way, did not match her outfit. Her face was curled into a tight grimace, she patted the microphone that was set up and took her place at the hard wood podium.

"May I have your attention, children." She said, her voice was sharp and nasally to match her appearance, "my name is Magda Daniels and I'll be your camp coordinator this year…" Kurt was listening to her monotonous voice drone until he felt a sharp prod to his side. He turned around to face Nick and Jeff; he saw that Sebastian had turned around as well "what?" he whispered.

"Look," Nick began "the next ten minutes or so will be filled with a load of egotistical bullshit that you shouldn't have to listen to. We're going to tell you how it actually is around here."

"What do you mean?" Kurt asked seriously "what's there to know?"

"Oh, there's a lot," Jeff said.

"For starters, you gotta know your friends from your enemies, and around here it's kinda difficult." Sebastian interjected "like Pixie."

"Pixie?" Kurt asked.

"Yeah," Nick picked up "she's like our woman on the inside," he saw Kurt's confusion evident on his face. "She's a camp counselor, over there, sitting at the table at the front with the others," Nick pointed her out and Kurt followed his line of sight, she had long lilac hair and a nose stud, hard to miss, really. She caught the guys staring at her and flashed them a subtle wink. "Pixie's awesome, she's like Queen of the gays. She lets us keep our phones and covers for us all the time… She's actually Magda's daughter."

"Why would she do that though?" Kurt asked "especially if her mom is that."

All three boys deadpanned him "seriously, Kurt? Use your imagination, please." Sebastian said.

Kurt couldn't think of a single reason, after a few seconds Jeff rolled his eyes and whispered, "it's because she's a lesbian. Duh. Why else would she help us?" He said "Imagine being gay and having her as your mom. I mean, we've hardly got it good but at least our parents don't run a straight camp."

Kurt winced sympathetically "wow, I feel really bad for her." He said, "Poor girl can never come out without it going horribly wrong."

The guys nodded their heads sadly "it gets worse because she's the only friend we have here, the rest of the counselors are Bible bashers." Jeff said calmly as Nick hit him over the head, "ow! What was that for?" Jeff exclaimed.

"Because, jerk, you can't go around saying stuff like 'Bible bashers' not if you don't want Marie to chop your dick off." Nick joked.

"And Marie is?"

"Marie Anderson sat two seats down from Pixie. Kind of short, black hair, face of Satan. You can't miss her." Sebastian snarled bitterly.

"She's only like 25, what would even possess her?" Kurt asked. Seriously, why would someone so young be here voluntarily?

"Rumour has it, she found her husband in bed with a man and has worked here ever since," Sebastian laughed, "She wanted to follow the family career. Bitch."

Kurt was confused at the last comment, but decided he didn't even want to know what they were talking about. He actually kind of wanted to listen to Magda, he didn't want to get close to these guys. They all seemed amazing but he was here to learn and change and not to make a bunch of friends and goof around. Kurt was serious about this change, he promised himself. He noticed Nick had started talking to him again and he tuned back in.

"…So basically the other people at the table are John, Mark, Joseph and Matthew. Notice the Biblical theme we're going with here? Anyway, they're the camp therapists; well the dictionary definition of therapist is actually "people trained in the use of psychological methods for helping patients overcome psychological problems." Yeah, I looked it up. And seen as none of us have a psychological problem, they're pretty much useless." Kurt tried to take all of that in. Therapists, really? In Kurt's opinion- therapists are a pile of bullshit, so he's really not looking forward to that.

"How often do we have to go to the therapists?" He said with the hopes that it would be only be once a week at least

"Every day, Monday to Friday and then a group therapy session on Saturday and Sundays. Half an hour each time. And the groups are 45 minutes" Nick replied.

Kurt jaw dropped "no way," he said, "that is going to be a complete nightmare." He dropped his hand into his hands.

Noticing Kurt's distress, Jeff spoke up "hey, it's not that bad. Just agree to everything they say and nod a lot, they like the sound of their own voices so let them talk it out."

"Besides," Sebastian joined in "they're through the morning for rooms 1-25 and after dinner for the rest. So we get to relax afterwards up until lunch and that's when the real fun begins." He said as he wiggled his eyebrows, Kurt smirked and chuckled.

"What do you mean?"

Nick butted in "I never say this, but listen to Magda. She's about to go over the daily schedule."

Kurt nodded and turned around to face the front again, as he scanned the crowd all he could see was a sea of miserable and dumbstruck faces, all of whom were aged from 16 to 19 the youngest looking very lost and around 15 years old... Poor guy.

"Days start 7.30am sharp, we expect all campers to be up and showered by 8am which is when breakfast will be open and promptly shut at 9am. Failure to arrive between the allotted times means no food until lunchtime." Magda's voice droned on and on and Kurt had a hard time staying awake, never mind actually listening. "Daily solo therapy sessions will take place from 9am to 12.30pm, those who are waiting for their session or have their session later in the day will spend their time in the game area or the creative rooms, nobody should stay in their rooms." Nick and Jeff both snorted at that, Kurt guessed they both spent a lot of time in their room and even less in the so-called "creative room."

"Lunch is from 1pm to 2pm all campers have to eat in here but the way the rest of the hour is spent is up to you."

Sebastian leaned in towards Kurt "this is where it gets good," he whispered.

"Afternoon activities commence straight after lunch. This gives campers the opportunity to enjoy and explore real challenging things and discover the way in which they should spend their time." Magda smiled broadly, her patronising tone made Kurt's toes curl.

"Is she serious?" he whispered to himself.

"Dead serious," Sebastian, who was still dangerously close to Kurt's ear whispered back. "Her theory is that with "manly" activities and pass-times it will turn us straight." Sebastian and Kurt both laughed, "I'm serious, there's shit like fixing cars, working out, playing cards and even collecting firewood to make a manly bonfire." He said in his lower register whilst flexing his muscles in an effort to look "manly."

"What they usually don't like is when you bring marshmallows and chocolate covered strawberries to the bonfire," Jeff said, laughing, "Apparently that's not so straight."

"It was damn funny, though." Sebastian replied and reached across the table to engage Jeff in a weird tribal looking handshake. Nick and Kurt both shook their heads at the boys.

"Are they always like this?" Kurt asked,

"Yes." All three of them responded in unison. Kurt sniggered loudly; there was something in the back of his mind, which was telling him that he shouldn't get involved with them. That he should back away and keep himself to himself because he wasn't here to make friends, he was here to grow and learn and change. If he wanted to spend summer having fun with friends he would have stayed home… But there was something, Kurt doesn't know what, yet, but there's something. Something wrong with this whole camp yet something right within these boys.

"If any of the curfews are broken, you don't make your sessions or if any inappropriate or rude behaviour is shown to any member of staff or camp mate, suitable punishments will be subsequently rewarded." Magda began, "you'll be sent to the Detention Centre outside, you'll be detained there, on your own, for as long an amount of time as I see fit."

"It's basically a prison cell, seriously. You just sit there, for like, hours with no light. You get food and water and shit, but besides that, nothing." Jeff whispered,

"Have you been in often?" Kurt replied.

Jeff winked "Nick and I have taken many a trip there before, we re caught doing some pretty inappropriate gay things together after curfew." Kurt was shocked, and looked over at Nick who wasn't sharing the amusement of the rest of the boys. His cheeks were tinged pink and he was currently kicking Jeff under the table.

"Shut up! Nobody needs to know the intimate details," he said, trying desperately not to smirk… and failing.

Kurt smiled fondly at the couple, he admired them so much and he'd only know them less than two hours. He couldn't imagine being forced into a situation like this and having everybody set against you, it takes a whole lot of love to keep committed and loyal to each other… or so he imagined. Kurt had never actually had a relationship so he definitely wasn't speaking from experience.

He was so caught up in his thoughts that he didn't notice the boys around him suddenly moving from their tables and making their way out of the room, Sebastian nudged him "c'mon dude," Kurt stood and waited in the queue to leave, a hundred boys trying to all get out of one door at the same time wasn't exactly ideal, he saw a gap in the line, as he began to move into it he made eye contact with a beautiful stranger.

He had dark hair and bright, kind hazel eyes that shone straight through him. Kurt felt his entire body heat up, his heat beat quickened and he could hear his pulse in his ears. Kurt was about to smile at the mysterious boy but he noticed the navy shirt the boy had on, the one that looked exactly the same as the shirts that the rest of the camp counselors were wearing. He grabbed Jeff's arm "who the hell is that?!" he demanded.

Jeff followed Kurt's line of sight and sighed, "don't even go there, Kurt. That's Blaine Anderson, he's a counselor here. His dad also owns the entire place. Remember Marie, the bitch? That's his sister."

Sebastian barged through and placed his hands on Kurt and Jeff's shoulders "true, but it's so obvious he's in the closet." Sebastian said confidently.

Jeff laughed out loud "No. Fucking. Way." He said, almost hysterically "he's the straightest guy ever, he has a girlfriend, remember? He brought her to the end of camp dance."

Sebastian shrugged "I remember her, Phoebe. Total whore. Total beard." He said, "Girlfriends have never stopped me before."

Kurt rolled his eyes "y'all are crazy, you're right… totally straight." He sighed and looked back at the boy who still seemed to be looking at Kurt with a mixture of shock and something Kurt couldn't quite place. As if remembering where he was, the boy, Blaine, snapped himself out of his revere and walked briskly away. Weird, Kurt thought, he tried to brush it away but he couldn't. There was something about Blaine, aside from his beauty; he felt a connection with him… No, Kurt was crazy. This was literally crazy, he couldn't and he doesn't have a crush on the camp owners son for Christ sake. It's nothing; it's just the nerves from the first day. Nothing more.

Kurt cleared his throat as the queue thinned out and all three boys made their way down an unfamiliar corridor, accompanied by ten or so others "so," he started "where to next?"

Nick stepped up, "well, Kurt, if you had been listening to out wonderful camp manager you would have known that we're on our way to the first ever group therapy session with ten of our closest camp friends, aren't you excited?" He asked sarcastically. Ugh, no, excited was the furthest thing from Kurt's mind. What the hell was he supposed to benefit from this exactly? He didn't need a guy poking his nose into his private life, never mind having nine other kids as well.

There was no way this is going to end well.

"Let's get this thing over with."