Notes: Okay, so my computer is acting up and not doing what I ask of it(for example it took forever to get 'notes:' to be in bold type). Because of this, chapter six took an exceptionally long time to write. However, it is here. I hope this chapter is good, because I spent a long time writing, deleting, rewriting, etc.

Chapter 6

Does She Know?

Kurt opened his eyes drowsily and was disappointed to find that he was alone. Sitting up and stretching, he looked from side to side just to make sure Blaine hadn't crawled around somewhere else during the night. But the boy was nowhere to be found in the limited space.

He threw the blanket off of him and stifled humiliated laughter at his own appearance. The pants he had borrowed from Blaine were even smaller than he had thought. It looked like he was wearing an old pair of Capri pants. He had to change.

Resentfully, Kurt changed into some of his more loose-fitting, lighter clothes. He stepped out of the tent in very expensive black short and an equally expensive shirt. He knew, sadly, that they would be ruined very shortly.

"Hey, sleeping beauty. Finally come out into the sunshine?" Mercedes teased, taking a drink from her water bottle thirstily. Kurt laughed exaggeratedly and pulled out a bottle of sunscreen, applying a ridiculous amount to his skin. Mercedes wasn't the only one to notice.

"No wonder you're so pale!" Santana said, smiling.

"I'm sorry, but I spend hours everyday on my moisturizing. I don't intend to let it all go to waste." He threw the bottle back and looked around. "Where's Blaine?"

"He had to pee." Santana said frankly, pointing in a random direction into the trees. Kurt wanted to let his mind wander on that thought before he realized it wouldn't exactly be a sexy fantasy.

"Speaking of missing," Finn said, walking up to the group, "anybody seen Tony? He wasn't in our tent when we woke up." As some of the others shrugged casually and traded answers quietly, Kurt's heart pounded. His mind chose to wonder on that thought, and he doubted if it was just chance that both Blaine and Anthony were gone at the same time. His chest burned with worry as he thought of what Anthony could do to his boyfriend if he was angry. Anthony was much bigger than Kurt, let alone Blaine!

Kurt was just about to begin curling in on himself in panic mode when there was a rustle of leaves behind him. He spun on his heels, his heart skipping a beat, as Anthony walked into camp with Brittany at his side. Neither was speaking, and as soon as they came out into the open from the trees, they walked in completely separate directions. Brittany looked slightly angry, whereas Anthony looked completely calm. Kurt was about to ask what was going on, when he felt heavy hands on his shoulders and hot breath down his neck.

"Boo," a voice whispered in his ear, and he couldn't help but jump and scream. When he turned around and saw Blaine laughing hysterically, he clutched at his chest and shook his head.

"Give me a heart attack, why don't you?" Blaine didn't seem to mind that he had scared the piss out of his boyfriend. With a gentle kiss on Kurt's cheek, he walked up to the others, who were also laughing lightly at Kurt. He had screamed so loud, they thought someone was murdering him.

Kurt indignantly huffed and tugged on his shirt, holding his head high in defiance. As he turned away with pride, from the corner of his eye, he could see that Anthony was watching him. His eyes were glued to Kurt, following his every move. From a different angle, Kurt saw that Brittany was doing to same, only to Anthony. Her blue eyes were filled with something he thought was either irritation or fear. Either of them, he decided, would be bad.

Brittany looked around the camp, searching for Anthony. She had checked his tent, and he hadn't been there. She was just about to ask Santana where he had gone off to when Blaine emerged from his tent, rubbing his eyes sleepily. She tried not to laugh at his hair, which was a stark difference from his usual gelled, tight hair. The dark, curly tresses were splayed out in all directions, and his groggy appearance was, she had to admit, kind of adorable.

"Good morning." His voice was raspy as he smiled at Brittany. She nodded to him and peeked around him into his tent to make sure Kurt was there. He was there, sleeping soundly with his mouth open slightly and his hair ruffled.

"Where are you going?" Santana asked, walking up to Blaine. He half-smiled and turned to look at her over his shoulder.

"I have to… do some business." He flushed brightly when she grinned at him.

"Okay, go do your 'business'." He laughed and walked off, bright red. Brittany turned to her friend, looking confused.

"What business?" Santana shook her head, telling her it was just dolphin business. She seemed to like this answer and continued on in her search for Anthony.

Brittany looked around once more before giving an exasperated groan. "Where's Anthony?" She demanded from no one in particular, crossing her arms and seeming to pout.

"Why do you wanna know?" Santana asked, placing her hands on her hips and tilting her head ever so slightly.

"I need to talk to him." Brittany answered, looking down.

"Why do you need to talk to him?" She grinned, obviously enjoying Brittany's awkwardness.

"I need to."

"Why?"

"I just-"

"He went that way!" Mercedes jumped in, pointing Brittany in the right direction. She rolled her eyes at the two of them. "You're obnoxious in the morning." She added to Santana. The girl just grinned back.

"You have a crush on him, don't you?" Santana asked, following Brittany to the edge of the trees, bouncing somewhat on her toes. Brittany continued on, shaking her head.

"Far from it." She whispered to herself once she was considerably far away from the camp ground. She kept her blue eyes trained forward so as not to miss the huge guy she wanted to confront. She had to admit to herself, though, that she was kind of scared. Anthony was a large guy, and strong, without a doubt. She, however, was tall but not muscular. A bad match. But surely he wouldn't hit a girl; he seemed nice. She hoped.

After a moment, Brittany realized she didn't know what to say to him. Yes, she wanted to confront the jock, but she hadn't planned out what to confront him about. Should she come out with it? Hint slowly? Not give anything away? Her head hurt with trying to sort all of these things out in the little time she had.

From ahead of her, she saw Anthony taking off his shirt, ready to go swimming. He was completely oblivious to her presence. Not for long, Brittany thought.

"Hey!" She shouted, trying to sound tough. She was loud, but not aggressive, and she frowned at that. Anthony, however, seemed to take notice and put his shirt back on. He walked up to Brittany slowly, as if unsure why she had followed him. "We need to talk."

Notes: So everyone who guessed about the eavesdropper guessed Santana. I thought that was too obvious, though. Haha I figured Brittany would be an unexpected person.

How do you guys think I should do the next chapter? Should I continue this flashback-thing with Brittany and Anthony? Or should I just let their conversation be a secret? Or should I make a giant purple squirrel come down from a space ship and steal away all of the luggage? You're feedback helps this story stay sane.