Title: Of Warblers and Woods.

Chapter ten: A day of bonding….Warbler- style.

Rating: T for now (I don't think it'll become M, actually)

Pairing: Kurt/OC, Pre-Klaine

Disclaimer: Don't own, wish I did.

Summary: Will a traditional Warbler excursion, the return of the Prodigal Warbler and a whole lot of plotting bring Kurt and Blaine further together or drive them apart? Kurt/OC, pre-Klaine. AU after 'Sexy'.

NOTES: Thanks again for all the alerts and favourites and the lovely review! I've discovered that reviews are like crack to me….but healthier. I hope.

"So, today was fun, huh?"

Kurt looked up at the voice that sounded a little too close by. When he turned his face to the side, he almost came nose to nose with his new roommate. Harry, noticing this made him uncomfortable, made a small step back, so that he was at a more respectable distance from him.

Kurt shook his head, not really believing his new roommate could have found today fun. Looking down at his clothing he sighed. He should've listened when his dad had told him to pack comfortable clothes he wouldn't mind getting dirty. Truth was, he didn't really have any of those. If you didn't count the coveralls he wore when he helped his father out in the shop, that is. No way in Gucci –less hell that any of the Dalton boys would ever see him in those, though.

"I'm sorry, I must have heard you wrong. Did you say fun?"

Harry grinned. "Of course!"

"Oh really now?" Kurt asked, an eyebrow rising up to nearly meet his hairline. "And what, pray tell, was so fun about this day?"

"What wasn't?" the Brit smiled, excitedly. "We got to sleep in a bit-"

"And then woke up all tangled up, nearly choking each other. I'm sure I've got bruises from that."

"- Alright, that's true. I think you might've hit my neck a bit too hard with your heel, but that doesn't matter. After waking up, we had a great breakfast-"

"Interrupted by Jeff's trigger- happy camera fingers, making pictures of each bite everyone took and Trent complaining about having to give up his hair products because I refuse to go searching for treasure in that 'do ever again."

"-Yeah, but that was funny. For us at least, you looked like you were ready to kill. Besides, did you see the look on Blaine's face when Trent spoke of his hair products?"

Kurt let out a short giggle, then stopped abruptly, not wanting to believe he just giggled like the eleven year old girl he really was on the inside.

"Yeah, he looked just a bit too sympathetic to Trent's plight. I sense a story there. Besides, I'm going to make Blaine get rid of his gel if it's the last thing I do…after getting rid of that idiotic gavel of Wes', of course."

The look of mirth slipped off of Harry's face almost immediately, to be replaced by a more serious look. "You might want to leave Wes' Angie alone. He locked David out of their room for two weeks straight when David had gotten fed up with the gavel- banging- business and hid it. He wasn't allowed back in his room until he gave the rotten thing back."

Kurt's left eyebrow rose again. "That thing has a name?"

"Of course it does. Wes names everything. The gavel started out as Miss Bang Bang, but that creeped some of the Warblers out more than the gavel banging did, so he renamed her as 'Bangie', which later became 'Angie'. '

Kurt didn't say anything for a few moments, his mouth opening and closing, but no sound coming out of it. In the end, he just said: "That's just sad."

"I know, right? Anyways, where were we?"

"You had just finished trying to convince me of the awesomeness of breakfast," Kurt answered.

"Right! Then afterwards we had that awesome teambuilding activity-"

"You mean the one where we had to scale down a rocky hill before landing in the midst of a paintball war and trying to survive without too many bruises and paint stains?" Kurt added, dryly.

"That's the one!" Harry grinned, "And then we had lunch, of course-"

"During which Jeff took some more pictures, making Evan afraid to take bites of his food, and Geoffrey fell asleep again while Daniel decided to be the musical accompaniment to the meal by doing a reprise of every single annoying song he sang during the bus ride over."

"Well, I wasn't there for the bus ride, so I wasn't too bothered."

"Lucky you."

"I know. Anyways, then we had the meeting to decide song selections. That was fun, you can't deny that."

Kurt didn't look impressed.

"Would that have been before or after David and Thad got into another dispute about whether they should cover Taylor Swift or Nickelback and David made the mistake of comparing Swift to Katy Perry and Blaine going all diva on him?"

"Oh, right." Harry paused. "I suppose I forgot about that."

"How in the name of Prada's spring collection can you forget that? Matthew nearly wet himself laughing, Nick kept cheering for Blaine, Thad hid underneath the table, Wes disappeared clutching that damn wooden monstrosity, Jeff got trigger happy again and David cowered in fear of Blaine's righteous anger!"

"Exactly," Harry grinned. "Just imagine what those pictures are going to look like."

Kurt couldn't help himself, he really couldn't. He laughed, in a very masculine and modest way mind, looking at his roommate while imagining the hilarious pictures that would probably end up online very soon. As if he read his mind, Harry said:

"Ten bucks says those pictures will be online by the time we get to bed."

"No bet," Kurt scoffed. "Something tells me Jeff probably put them on the Warbler site right after dinner."

"You're probably right," Harry said, still grinning and seemingly unable to stop doing so. "I can't wait to see those pictures."

"Me neither."

After a few moments of comfortable silence – and wow, Kurt hadn't known he could have a comfortable silence with anyone but his dad, Blaine and Mercedes, so this was a pleasant surprise- Harry spoke.

"And then of course, came dinner."

"Don't even get me started on dinner," Kurt said shortly. He looked up when Harry let out a snort.

"Oh please, Kurt, dinner was hilarious."

Dinner for them had coincided with dinner for the other high school group that was staying there at the moment. Having seen the group of laughing and eating Warblers, most of the girls in that group had flocked to them, pulling up chairs and joining them, some even going as far as batting their eyelashes.

"Ooh, incoming!", Adam had whispered, shooting a knowing glance at Wes, who had been busy flattening his hair at the approach of the girls. Kurt had looked up from his soup – the only low- fat meal on the menu- to share a glance with Blaine, who made a 'run-for-your-life-or-virginity'- face. Kurt had nearly snorted his soup out through his nose at that look, and one of the girls had noticed, immediately sitting down next to him. Kurt had halted his movements, face stuck in 'oh- shit'- mode.

"Hi," the girl had chirped from beside him, "I'm Julie."

Kurt had looked at her, not really knowing what to do, acutely aware of the coughs the Warblers around him used to –badly- hide their laughter. He had looked at Blaine but saw he was too busy pretending not to laugh to care. His new roommate had looked okay, but had had a twinkle in his eyes that said he was enjoying this immensely. The rest of the Warblers hadn't seemed like they'd be much help either. In the end, Kurt had just swallowed his soup and said:

"Kurt."

He would have said more, but he was sure that the next thing that would come out of his mouth would be a scathing remark about the ridiculous hairband in her hair and how it clashed horribly with her shoes.

"You're, like one of those singers from that school, right?"

His first instinct had been to say : 'No, I just joined them for fun these last few days, and boy, did we have oodles of that!', but when he had looked at her, he had seen her twirl a lock of hair around her finger while looking at him intently. He had been able to feel his eyes widen and had heard the distinctive sound of Blaine losing his cool and snorting out a laugh.

"Uhu", he had just said instead.

"That's so cool," shehad continued, peppy as ever, "Could you maybe sing me a song?"

"I'm kinda eating right now," had been his short answer.

To say that things got better from that point on would have been a lie. The girl had kept pushing herself at him while the rest of the Warblers had pretended they didn't notice or were busy laughing about it, or even flirting with a few girls themselves. Kurt had noticed that while one girl did go up to Harry, he had merely waved her away, intent on following the spectacle that was Kurt vs. Oblivious Girl.

At the end of dinner, when the girl was practically in his lap, Kurt just gave up and let her at it. If she wanted to pretend that the most feminine boy at the table of an all boy show choir was straight, then he wasn't going to burst her bubble. He had left with her phone number, a flirty wink in his direction, and a brief kiss on the cheek.

Kurt couldn't help but grin with Harry. Okay, in a way it had been kind of funny. No way he was going to admit that to his new roommate, though.

"Okay, Harry. I think you've made your point. You had a fun day. Now let's go before they drag us out of here."

"Sure thing," Harry grinned, holding the tent flap open. "I can't believe we get to tell ghost stories around a campfire! It's going to be even more fun, I bet."

"Speak for yourself," Kurt responded, stepping out of the tent and smiling at the childish glee on his roommate's face. "I know I'm going to be too scared to sleep tonight."

"You will be after the story I'm going to tell," Harry smirked, closing the tent flap behind them. "It's a true story about how I woke up one morning after the best night's sleep in months and all of a sudden there's a fire spitting, hairspray breathing diva yelling at me! Horrendous, I tell you."

As they walked towards the campfire, Kurt smacked his roommate lightly against the arm, unable to stop from smiling, but still feeling like he needed to keep up the act.

"Jerk."

I've been thinking. Would you like to see more McKinley interludes or characters? 'Cause I think it could use some… Let me know, 'kay?