Title: Happier, prettier, jealousy, jealousy

Warnings: explicit language, some mild sexual content (pretty much just thoughts)

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Week one: getting settled, auditioning, and general mayhem.

"You have plenty of underwear?"

Blaine's head smacked back against the headrest from the passenger seat. "Dad. Why do you always ask me that? Do you think I'm going to suddenly start shitting myself?"

Blaine's father shot him a glare that reminded him he wasn't a big fan of cussing, but the little twitch in his mouth was evidence he was trying not to laugh. Cooper did the same thing.

"Sorry, Dad. Yes, I have plenty of underwear."

"And you are going to call and or text us at least once a week?"

"Yes, Dad."

"Because you get distracted sometimes. And you forget."

Blaine huffed and rolled his eyes away. "I won't forget. I promise."

Brian Anderson either pretended like he hadn't seen Blaine's petulance or he ignored it. Chances were he was ignoring it. This was the man who raised Cooper after all. He had an over abundance of patience. Dad squinted at the sign that told him camp was only a few more miles. "I've got to get these darn glasses checked," he grumbled. "Just remember to contact both me and your mother. I'll be on call every other week, so if you can't reach me—"

"You're saving someone's life. I know, I know." Blaine knew he was being a bit short, but the closer he got to camp the more excited he was. He had been happy to find out his dad was driving him since his mother's arm was still healing. He loved his mom, but he didn't always get to spend so much time with his dad since he was so busy. The trip had been pretty good. The last few years they had really gotten closer. They hadn't always understood each other, but they had come to realize they were more alike than they thought, so it was a nice opportunity to spend some time just the two of them.

Dad just shook his head. "And you're bunking with Kurt right?"

He smiled a little. He really liked his best friend a lot. He was always asking Blaine about him and how they were getting along. Things like that. Blaine nodded in excitement. "Yup. It's his last year so of course we are going to make the most of it."

His dad side-eyed him. "Well, just so you know, you can always switch roommates. Just talk to the office."

That puzzled Blaine, because of course he thought the world of Kurt. "Why would I do that? We love bunking together! And he's my best friend."

His dad's mouth opened then closed quickly as if he changed his mind about what he wanted to say. "Of course," he finally replied. "Just reminding you! I'm sure everything will be fine."

"Me too. We have so much to catch up on! I haven't seen him in so long. I can't stop thinking about him." Blaine smiled and stared out his window. When his dad didn't reply, Blaine looked over to see why.

He was giving Blaine The Look. The one where he had missed something and Dad was waiting for him to figure it out. Except he had no idea what he was meant to figure out. Dad finally sighed and mumbled something about that poor boy, then something else Blaine chose to believe was how much he loved his son and how good of a friend he was.

They finally pulled into the camp entrance and Blaine's heart nearly exploded out of his chest. He was finally there and he was going to have so much fun!

His dad hugged him before he said good bye and that he loved him. Reminding him to call again, he got back into the car and leaned out the open window. "Call me and mom when you figure it out! Love you! Break all your legs!" he called before driving away.

"Figure what out? What are you talking about?" Blaine yelled after him, but he was already gone.

Shrugging, Blaine took a deep breath of the fresh air and walked the familiar path to his usual cabin. Waving at returning kids he knew and some new faces, Blaine stopped short at the big welcome sign. Camp Sanford had a big red X spray painted across it and a new temporary plastic sign was draped over it reading, The Sue Experience. He scratched his head at it and decided he would ask about that later.

He was first in the cabin and he grinned at all the memories the simple but clean room held. He and Kurt had first met here at camp years ago and become fast friends. He thought of his best friend as he began settling in.

Kurt Hummel had been skittish at first, but as time went on, he became a force to be reckoned with. Blaine was in awe of him as much as he adored him and it had been too long since he had actually gotten to spend any quality time with his bestie. They had met up a few times after he moved, but it seemed like something was always getting in the way of all the other times. He did regret only getting to go to one of Kurt's games he cheered in, but life had a way of interfering. Like he told Dad, his fashion-loving friend had been on his mind constantly lately, making focusing on other things like school and Warbler practice quite difficult. It was probably because he missed him and was looking forward to seeing him.

Blaine stuck some of his favorite pictures to the wall. Some were of Sam and him and Artie, one of his friends at Dalton, his favorite picture of him and Cooper goofing off, and his favorites of him and Kurt. He had just put up his last photograph of his family when the cabin door slapped open.

"I'm just saying, if Iron Man was up against Captain America, he's not coming back from it without a missing limb," Sam Evans was saying to Artie Abrams as he pushed his chair into the cabin. He tilted him back so he could get over the short step up. "Captain America is winning that for sure though. He has age on his side, plus he's just a better fighter."

"How disrespectful," Artie replied, shaking his head. He gripped their bags in his lap a little tighter so they didn't fall off. "Age has nothing to do with how badass you are. Iron Man has way more equipment at his disposal. Cap is done for."

Blaine turned from where he was sitting on his bunk with a grin. "But what about Black Widow?"

The two boys looked up and cheered at the sight of Blaine, immediately hurrying over and exchanging high fives and hugs. Another nice thing Kurt had brought into his life was his friends that had become Blaine's. He liked a lot of Kurt's Glee club friends, but Mercedes' family always went on vacation in the summer and Mike and Tina went to a different camp. His stepbrother Finn always said he just wanted to play video games all summer and Puck was too busy being a delinquent. Blaine, Kurt, Artie, and Sam had shared a cabin last summer and had the best time. He was happy to do so again this year.

"You been here long?" Sam asked as they both began putting their clothes away.

"About half an hour," Blaine replied as he glanced out the green trimmed window. "Kurt didn't come with you guys?"

Artie shrugged as he stuffed socks and underwear into a drawer. "We offered, but he said he would ride with his boo."

Something uncomfortable squirmed in Blaine's stomach at that. "Oh. They are still together?"

Sam and Artie shared a confused look as if to say, You're his best friend. Shouldn't you know that?

Blaine wanted to defend himself. It wasn't his fault Kurt never talked about his relationship, privately or online. He probably should ask, but what if Kurt didn't want to talk about it? What if he himself didn't want to talk about it?

A commotion outside distracted them from their discussion and Blaine from his internal arguments. They all three clambered out the door to see what it was.

"Mr. Shue! She can't do this! The integrity of this camp is at stake!" Rachel Berry stomped her Mary Jane clad foot on the dirt path that forked off to the girl cabins.

Blaine also recognized some of the cheerleaders from Kurt's school standing off to the side, rolling their eyes in annoyance. They were dressed in normal clothes for once and the one named Santana was whispering in her blonde girlfriend's ear. Brittany. That was her name. The third one Blaine saw with Kurt a lot (Gwen? No, Quinn.) was eyeing both Rachel and the choir director/camp counselor coldly. She had her arms crossed and a clipboard was clutched in her hand.

They would be his ruin, but that would come later.

Mr. Shuester patted Rachel's shoulder in a way he probably meant to be calming, but came across like he was petting an irate Pomeranian. "Rachel, I've been assured everything will stay the same, just the camp's name is a little different."

"Do you know what it will look like on my transcript when I spent my senior year at some weird thing called The Sue Experience instead of the prestigious Sanford Theatre camp?" she shrieked.

"I wouldn't really call this run down dump prestigious," Santana snarked, causing Brittany to giggle.

Rachel shot them a glare, but continued as if they hadn't spoken. "It will look stupid! I can't have my future résumé tarnished by this! I will call my gay dads and they will sue Sue until she can't afford those track suits she seems incapable of taking off!"

"I'm not sure you should be criticizing someone's style," Santana retorted, purposefully eyeing Rachel's plaid skirt and knee sock combination.

Quinn twitched at this, but still remained silent. Probably trying not to laugh if Blaine were to guess. Kurt had spent many a phone call giving him all the details of their school drama. She curled a hand to tuck her blonde hair behind her ear.

Rachel turned on Quinn. "What about you? You don't think this will screw up your Yale plans?"

At first she seemed surprised Rachel would dare address her, but Quinn recovered quickly and gave her a sharp smile. "That's not the way Sue sees it."

The shorter brunette glared thunderously at her before wheeling back on Mr. Shuester. "Are you going to do anything?"

"Everyone is allowed to have their own style…"

Rachel rolled her eyes. "I'm talking about them changing the name and making us sign waivers. They told me it's if I die during camp."

"Which is looking more realistic by the second," Santana muttered.

Mr. Shuester had the placating smile of someone who wished they were anywhere but right there. "I'm going to go talk to Sue. Why don't you give me these—" he plucked the clipboard of waivers from Quinn's hand, "—and you ladies go get settled. We will get this straightened out at the Callback Campfire tonight."

Understanding that nothing would be done at the moment, Rachel spun on her heel and somehow pulled off one of her storm outs even though they were outside. The other three tossed bored shrugs at Mr. Shue when he told them to go to their cabins. Then he marched off in the direction of the main office.

The show now over, the boys and some of the other kids who had peeked out of their cabins slipped back in.

"So Coach Sylvester has taken over the camp?" Artie wheeled back into the cabin and Blaine shut the door quietly behind the three of them. "What, is she going to try to kill us here so we can't be in Glee club back home?"

Sam stroked his chin in thought. "Or she's going to try and turn us into her army of cyborgs so she can dominate the world!"

Blaine patted Sam's shoulder as he passed by to his bunk. "I think Artie is probably closer. Honestly though, I don't care. As long as we get to have fun together, she can do what she wants." He sat down on the edge of his neatly made bed.

"You say that now, but she is the worst." Artie started unpacking again. "You know she spent a whole week trying to convince people I was a robot? I think Brittany still believes it."

Blaine had a joke at that, but the door opened again making all thoughts leave his brain and the breath leave his body.

Kurt looked the same of course, but different. He looked more. More himself, more healthy, more confident. It was evident in the way he entered the cabin, a fond smile quirking the corner of his mouth up as he took in the familiar space. He was doing his hair differently, swooped up and back in a lovely way that framed his face and made his cheekbones stand out. He had definitely been working out as Blaine could see by the way his biceps bulged when he adjusted his shoulder strap on his bag. He greeted Sam and Artie warmly, but when his eyes fell on Blaine he lit up like the Christmas tree in Rockefeller Center.

"Blaine!" His best friend rushed over to him and wrapped him up in a hug so tight Blaine couldn't breathe. His heart flipped in his chest and he sunk into Kurt's hold happily. He had missed him so much and was quite frankly a little overwhelmed at being reunited. Kurt had also grown a little taller, causing Blaine to have to look up into his eyes more. "I missed you!" Kurt mumbled into Blaine's shoulder.

"I missed you too," Blaine replied, eyes watering slightly. He had no idea why he was getting so worked up, but he could admit it made him slightly embarrassed.

When they finally separated, Kurt kept hold of Blaine's shoulders. He pulled Blaine back down to sit on his bed. Something about Kurt sitting on his bed with him was making him feel really hot, especially when he realized Sam and Artie had apparently left them to their reunion since they were gone.

"So how have you been?" Kurt asked, eyes drinking him in. "I feel like I haven't seen you in years!"

For some reason, he felt a little embarrassed and squirmy. "Uh, pretty good. Dalton has been really nice. What about you?"

"Great. Scary. Fun." Kurt gave a soft little laugh. "Winning nationals was amazing and so was going to New York. Then there's college and moving to New York and that's terrifying. I'm hoping to get a lead role this year at our musical. Maybe between that and Cheerios, I'll impress NYADA." He twisted his hands in his lap.

This would have been an excellent time to bring up Kurt's boyfriend, but he found he didn't really want to hear it. So he just nodded along with what Kurt was saying. "I'm sure you will! You're so talented. I'm sure you'll get in."

Kurt smiled and sighed. "Thanks. So, anything happen yet? I heard Rachel and the Unholy Trinity were already here, so I'm sure there's drama."

Blaine caught himself admiring Kurt's side profile as he looked towards the door. He had forgotten how nice of a jawline he had. "Um, yeah. They were fighting." He proceeded to relay the entire conversation back to Kurt who wrinkled his nose cutely in confusion. Wait, cutely? Huh.

"I've noticed there seems to be a lot of tension with the Glee girls," Kurt said with a put upon tone. "Not sure what's going on. Tina has no idea why since she's not a part of whatever is going on, Mercedes just thinks Rachel is being a jerk again, and Finn won't tell me anything. I even brought him some warm milk to loosen him up, but no luck!"

"Warm milk? Really?"

Kurt shoved him playfully until he fell back on the bed giggling. "He eats anything and everything! Leave me alone."

The laughter died down and Blaine realized he was just staring at Kurt. What the hell was wrong with him? He didn't know how to act. His heart kept racing and tripping and he felt hot and shivery all at once. He hoped he wasn't coming down with anything…

"All settled in?" Kurt asked after clearing his throat.

Blaine nodded, snapping out of whatever weird moment he had been having. He looked around at all his photographs and pillow. "Yeah, I think so. Home sweet home."

"Home sweet home," Kurt agreed. He looked like he was about to say something else when the door cracked open, pulling both of their attentions.

"Knock, knock!" Kent Morris poked his head in. Usually he made Blaine blush a little, especially when he gave Blaine one of his trademark smiles that had everyone at camp turn to goo. He even saw the custodian Mrs. Crumbley's icy exterior crack a little when he smiled at her and told her she looked pretty that day. But at this moment, Blaine just wanted him to go away. He told himself it was because he had just gotten Kurt to himself after not seeing him in forever. But then Kurt went all swoony, basically floating over to him and Blaine felt sick. They joined hands and kissed. Blaine clenched his jaw. They looked so happy… together… Blaine resisted the urge to rip them apart and make them go to separate corners.

"You haven't unpacked yet," Kent said teasingly as he and Kurt parted but stayed wrapped up together.

Kurt popped out his bottom lip. "I was catching up with Blaine. And I thought you could help me."

"Babe, you have like a million shoes." Kent didn't seem like he minded at all how many shoes Kurt had because he was staring at Kurt's mouth. It was like a car crash or a frightening dream you desperately were trying to wake from. Kent tore his eyes away from Kurt and grinned over at Blaine. "Blaine! Hey buddy!" He seemed genuinely happy to see him. Kent jerked his chin at Kurt who still had his arms draped over Kent's broad shoulders. "This guy. Has he always been obsessed with clothes?"

Kurt grabbed Kent's chin with his fingers and jerked it to face him before kissing him again. Kent didn't seem to mind that either.

It dawned on him then as Kent and Kurt separated and stared into each other's eyes.

Oh god. Jealous. He was jealous. But not of Kurt. The hot knife twisted in his stomach, stripping him raw. He couldn't breathe. He stumbled to his feet, a buzzing like a million bees in his ears. "Air. God, I'd love some air. They have the best air here! Anyway, hi Kent! Bye Kent! Kurt, catch you later!" He did finger guns and clicked his tongue for some goddamn reason as he darted past the very confused boys.

Blaine didn't take the main path that would be riddled with other campers, but a winding one that wove through the woods and kissed the lake. It took only eight minutes to get to his and Kurt's spot.

A leftover from the days when it was just a regular summer camp, the swing was mostly a forgotten spot, hidden off the main pathways by the thick woods. It was just an ordinary swing held up by a plain frame of logs that overlooked a narrow portion of the lake. Blaine and Kurt had found it their first summer while exploring. It had become their spot where they went to talk about things they didn't want anyone else to hear or if they were upset about something. Blaine had found his best friend here a lot last summer. He claimed he just wanted peace, but he always looked so sad staring off at the glittering surface of the lake. Kind of how he felt right now.

Blaine squished through the navy mud and over to the old swing. It was still standing and sturdy, if a little dirty. He didn't even bother wiping it off before plunking down and swinging aggressively. How the hell had this happened? When did he start having feelings for Kurt? He sifted back through his memories, but was unable to pinpoint an exact moment. He always had affection for Kurt. They were best friends. How could he not? But how did they turn into this? He had always thought Kurt was pretty, but this… it was the difference between looking at a picture of a sunset and an actual sunset. Both could be called beautiful, but one was a full body experience. You could smell the earth and feel the wind and see everything unfold right before you.

And Kurt was a real life sunset. He groaned and scrubbed a hand down his face. God, now he was comparing him to a sunset? He was in trouble. He thought falling in love would be like easing into a warm bath, not being drenched in ice water. Oh no. Was this love? He had never been in love before. Maybe it was only lust because Kurt certainly… Nope. He didn't need to think of him that way. Once he went there he could never go back.

"Is this seat taken?"

Kurt's soft voice made Blaine jump. He was standing off to the side, looking contrite. How he snuck up on Blaine, the teen was unsure. Did he want Kurt sitting beside him until he could sort things out in his head? No, but he also wanted Kurt next to him.

"By you." Blaine scooted over a bit.

Kurt smiled and pulled out an honest to god handkerchief so he could wipe the crusty dirt from the swing's surface. Blaine snorted.

"Shut up! These jeans were expensive, Blaine," Kurt said with a scowl, but his smile betrayed him.

"Those jeans were on sale, Kurt." They were bantering. He could do bantering. This was normal. Not suspicious at all.

"They were expensive before that," came his rebuttal as he finally sat down. The swing squeaked at the new distribution of weight and swayed a bit, but Blaine got them back on track.

Kurt looked down at his folded hands that rested in his lap. "Are you mad at me?"

Was he mad? Blaine was probably more shocked than anything. Except jealous. Jealous was at the top of the feelings chain right now. "I'm not sure I could be mad at you."

Kurt cocked his head the way he did when he was about to call bullshit. "Then you obviously don't remember the Oreo Incident from our first year."

Blaine mock glared at him and thrilled when it made Kurt laugh. The sound was like a drug to him, making waves in his whole body. "I maintain that you do not actually sleep walk. You never did before and never did after."

"I do sometimes at home!"

"You were hungry and my snack hiding spot confidence in you was misplaced!"

They laughed together at the memory before it died off. Kurt's smile dimmed a little as he watched the rain muddied water. "I'm sorry."

Blaine turned to Kurt who was looking right back at him.

"What for?"

"For… Kent."

Blaine's breath hitched. "Did you break up?"

Kurt's eyebrows furrowed. "What? No. I meant I'm sorry I didn't tell you about him before. And I'm sorry I'm rubbing my happiness in your face. I know how much you want a boyfriend… and I'm sorry."

"Kurt, don't be." He was dying inside, but he couldn't let Kurt think this way. "I'm sure you had reasons for not telling me. I'm not going to say it doesn't hurt, but I also know I get a little carried away and I'm not the easiest person to talk to."

Kurt looked away.

"And as for rubbing your happiness in my face, you aren't."

"But I—"

"Did you kiss him in front of me to hurt me?" Even though it definitely did hurt.

"Of course not!"

"Then it's because you are happy and that's all I want." Does he make you happy? He wanted to add, but the words got lodged in his throat.

"So we are okay?" Kurt looked so hopeful and cute. Blaine internally smacked himself.

"Absolutely. Even if you are an Oreo thief." He screeched when Kurt tried to shove him off the swing and absolutely did not get a boner when they ended up wrestling a little. Kurt had definitely been working out and that wasn't helping his situation. He bit his own tongue so he wouldn't ask Kurt to put him in a headlock. Kurt had his wrists pinned and was forcing him back, causing Blaine to be concerned that his feelings would start to show.

So he did what he had to.

"Kurt! Is that a spider!"

Kurt screamed and waved wildly, letting Blaine go in the process. "Where? Did I get it? Do you see it? Blaine! Stop laughing!"

When he was assured the fictional spider was indeed gone, they both looked back out to the water.

"This is my last camp," Kurt said. "Let's make it the best one." He bumped shoulders with Blaine who bumped him right back.

"Yeah. Let's."

Blaine told himself it would be fine. These moments could be managed. He had years of friendship to riff off of and he could handle a little crush.

Things were so not fine.

After they caught up some more on the swing with Blaine thinking friendly thoughts, they went back to their cabin where Kent was dutifully putting away Kurt's shoes like a good boyfriend. Kurt only pecked him sweetly on the cheek, but it was almost somehow worse. They were so comfortable. Blaine tried not to think of all the time they must have spent together to get like that. He was also kind of jealous Kent got to see the new Kurt before he did. Kent stayed for a little while longer and then went off to his own cabin to unpack what Blaine was sure was probably a plastic bag full of questionable socks and underwear and gym bro clothes. Then he got Kurt to himself….

For five minutes.

Artie and Sam came back in loudly from bothering the girls and trying to suss out why they were fighting. They learned nothing because Brittany distracted them with candy and probably her boobs. The straight boys could not be counted on.

The afternoon went by too fast as all the campers got moved in for the next few weeks and then had a quick dinner in the canteen. Then it was time for Campfire Callback.

"Why is it called a callback if we haven't auditioned yet?" Sam asked like he did every year. He was pushing Artie while Kent and Kurt walked hand in hand in front of a scowling Blaine. He wanted to run in between them like an impromptu game of red rover and break them apart, but he couldn't think of a good way to do it without looking like a giant weirdo.

"Because," Artie explained patiently like he did every year. "It's a campy name for our night meetings! Get it? Campy?"

Everyone rolled their eyes like they did every year. They got to the place where the paths forked off to the girl cabins and met Santana, Brittany, and Quinn. Brittany and Santana walked together, nearly skipping, but Quinn hung back with an blank expression. Blaine wondered if she was the third wheel too. When he tried to nod at her in solidarity, she just frowned like he was a creep and moved away. Fine. Her loss.

"Hey boo!" Brittany called to Kurt as they ambled up to them. She waved at the other Glee boys as well and then Blaine. She tossed her blonde hair which was down and braided to the side. "So this is still going well?" She indicated Kurt and Kent's joined hands.

They both looked at each other all bashfully and Blaine just barely retrained himself from dry heaving.

"Yes. Going well I think."

"Me too," Kent replied without looking away from Kurt. It caused him to trip, but the bastard caught himself gracefully. "Kurt is the absolute best."

Blaine rolled his eyes hard. He then realized Santana was watching him and had a mini panic attack. She smiled evilly and then turned to the couple. "What's your ship name?"

Kurt scoffed at her, but Kent's brows furrowed and his lips puckered in concentration. "Uh, well it was Sea Man's Pride, but my dad said it sounded too much like semen and he wanted a name he could say around kids. I got little cousins, ya know?"

Everyone stopped walking so they could turn slowly and stare in confusion at Kent.

Brittany nodded as if it made perfect sense. "That's important."

"Yeah exactly." He nodded hard at Brittany. "You get it. Now it's just Sea People's Pride so he only had to paint over one word to fix it. Plus it's more inclusive." He grinned proudly until he noticed everyone but Brittany giving him weird looks. His face fell. "Oops, did I misunderstand again?"

"I think so," Kurt said gently as he patted Kent's arm. "She means like two people's names put together like Merarther from that Merlin show you made me watch."

They had a show? A freaking show?! Something they could go, "You know such and such from our show we watch together before we talk about how much we lovvvvvve each other?" Blaine wanted to throw something.

"Exactly," Santana said, cloyingly sweet. "Like when people call us Brittana or when they call Blaine and— oops." She put her hand to her mouth like it was an accident.

Blaine looked up from wondering if he could get away with smacking their hands apart if he yelled, "Mosquito!" and narrowed his eyes at her. She merely winked at him.

Kent missed all this, of course. He was scratching his head in thought. Kurt was eyeing Santana suspiciously before turning around to look at Blaine who was the picture of innocence. As soon as he turned his head again, Blaine glared at her, pointed to her, put the finger to his lips, then sliced finger across his neck. She wasn't very intimidated if the way she threw her head back and laughed was any indication. So she knew he was jealous. That was cool.

"I guess our ship name would Kert. Right?" Kent finally decided.

Silent looks were exchanged.

Brittany smiled encouragingly. "I think the whole point is to pick a different name than you already have. That's Kurt's name."

Kent's proud smile fell. "Oh… right."

"I personally like Semen's Pride as your ship name," Santana said.

"But we have to think of the children," Kent muttered as if he had considered this already.

"My brain actually hurts from this conversation," Quinn snapped. This was the first thing she had said the entire time they had been walking. They had made it to the small auditorium they held their meetings in and also performed their end of summer musical. Blaine was kind of disappointed the first Campfire Callback when there was no actual campfire, but they got to do a bonfire night so that made things a little better.

"Hey, just because your love life is screwed up doesn't mean you can be shitty to everyone else," Santana snapped right back. Apparently this had been a source of contention. Quinn just rolled her eyes and stormed off, brushing by Blaine.

"What's her problem?" Kurt asked as she disappeared into the crowd.

Brittany was about to say something, but Santana cut in quickly. "Just the She-hobbit an Fe Fi Fo Finn. Anyway, let's find seats."

"I think your ship name should be Horris," Sam informed Kent and Kurt as they found seats in the same row.

Traitor. He was also on Blaine's list.

"Sounds like whore," Artie replied. He had sat at the end in his chair with Sam beside him, then Kent, Kurt, Blaine, Brittany, and Santana. "I think Mummel."

Artie. Next on the list. Blaine was going to put so many bugs in their beds.

"Horace is actually a name, but Mummel is pretty damn cute," Sam agreed. "I guess we will have to use their last names because it's either Kert or Ku—"

"Alright!" Kurt said quickly before he could finish. "How about we talk about something else? Like where's Rachel?"

Brittany looked up from where she was braiding Santana's hair. "Oh, I heard her yell really loudly that she would attend the first meeting, but if Sue stepped out of line she would picket. She was saying other stuff too, but I got bored."

"So she's here somewhere…" Kurt got out his phone to presumably text her when Blaine saw his lock screen was of him and Kent. Another pang of anguish ripped through him. He watched how Kent put his chin on Kurt's shoulder to watch him text her.

They looked good together, Blaine begrudgingly admitted to himself. He had always thought Kent was cute, even had a little crush on him before. He had the whole handsome-jock-boy-next-door thing going on while Kurt… Well, Kurt was everything. He thought back to when Kurt first told him he was dating Kent over text and how it hurt. At the time, he just thought it was because his friend had been keeping a secret from him. And that was it a little bit, but he was now realizing his feelings had more to do with Kurt being with someone other than him.

"Blaine Warbler! Why if it isn't the Prince of Dalton!" Trent Nixon was in front of him, kneeling backwards in the seat. He had a big smile on his rounded face, obviously happy to see him.

Blaine winced at the name. "I thought I asked you guys not to call me that."

It had started as a little joke but had become something more. The guys in Warblers, even the ones older than him, seemed drawn to Blaine and looked to him to lead. He enjoyed the attention, but he didn't want to be seen as the guy who was above everyone else. He honestly just wanted to have friends and to sing with his Glee club. Well, and a boyfriend, but that was becoming a more complicated issue.

Trent was waving Blaine's protests away and turned to his friends. "It's so very nice to meet all of you! I'm Trent an I've heard so much about… Well, maybe not all of you…" He was eyeing Kent appreciatively.

Blaine's good manners kicked in. He introduced them all by name and Trent was very friendly to them all. He turned back to Blaine. "Would it be okay if we hung out some this summer?" He smiled nervously at Blaine. "I don't really know a lot of people and it wouldn't hurt to have Mr. Charming and Handsome himself introducing me to people."

Blaine readily agreed and caught Kurt glaring at Trent out of the corner of his eye. Maybe he had seen the way he was eyeing his boyfriend. Thankfully, he was saved by the lights blinking on and off, a sure sign the meeting was to start.

All the campers settled into their metal seats and faced the front. Instead of the usual camp director, a woman Blaine recognized as Kurt's cheer coach stepped out. Right behind her came a flustered Will Shuester who flung the curtains away from him as if she had just shut them in his face. He stood frowning behind her at the podium.

"Good evening freaks and losers. I, Sue Sylvester, am here to be your new Camp Director. I'm replacing your previous one who had an escalator accident and was ultimately fine with minor major surgery."

Will looked askance as he stewed next to her. Kurt leaned over to Blaine, his breath tickling Blaine's neck and making little shivers erupt through his body. "Why do I get the feeling she's a washed up actor from a secret society and we are the clever orphans trying to keep her from our family's fortune?"

Blaine giggled behind his hand. "Better check her ankle for an eye."

Kurt's eyes sparkled with mirth at their little joke, but of course Kent ruined it.

"What's so funny?"

Kurt leaned away to explain the joke he was sure the guy wouldn't understand. Blaine turned back to the stage, mood once again soured.

"Unfortunately, Curly over here wouldn't volunteer for surgery, so we are stuck with him." Will rolled his eyes. "I know you are all probably clenching your buttholes and gnashing your retainers wondering what's going to happen. I'll tell you: camp, but better." A projector splashed a photo of Sue Sylvester winning some sort of trophy on the wall beside her. Then it switched to her room of trophies. The crowd ooohed as they flicked through win after win. Sue nodded, hands on her hips. "I wanted to come here to destroy the Glee— Eh, to teach…" She consulted something written on her arm. "Theater camp! So I ask you all, do you dorks want to be winners?"

The crowd cheered wildly, everyone wanting to be winners. Kurt and Blaine traded looks with each other and then their other friends. Santana and Brittany didn't seem surprised at all, which was worrying. Trent seemed enraptured by Sue's words.

"Oh boy," Kurt said. "This is either going to be amazing or really awful."

Blaine nodded in agreement.

Up on stage, Will looked like he was trying to say something into a mic. Sue didn't even look at him.

"Oh no. Looks like we are having technical difficulties. Will, buddy, you will just have to talk later. Now dorks, I will warn you, my program won't be easy. It's not for sloppy babies! It's only for the best of the best. My question is: what are you?"

The kids responded with screams of affirmation. She smiled malevolently like she had just made an army of minions.

"Make us your perfect machines!" Trent shouted from beside him.

Sue nodded at the crowd with a triumphant grin amid applause and cheers of Sue's name. She darted quick glances to all the teens on her cheer squad, making Blaine suspicious. He turned to ask Kurt about this and make a little joke when he noticed Kurt and Kent bent together, giggling. He was struck by how happy they looked. He chided himself. His best friend was finally excited about a boy and he was being a jealous monster. Kurt couldn't help it that Blaine just now came to this realization of liking him. Kent was annoying, sure, but he seemed to be nice to Kurt and that's all that mattered. He needed to stop being an asshole and be happy for Kurt. He had been so lonely for so long and Blaine had always wanted a relationship for the both of them. It wasn't Kurt's fault he never saw Blaine that way.

They had made it back to their cabin after all the madness when they split from Kent and Trent. His fellow Dalton buddy gave him a quick hug and a shy smile and then ducked away. Huh. Maybe he liked Blaine? Too bad he was already crushing on someone else.

And that someone else was eating his boyfriend's face off.

Blaine really wanted to just go off into the cabin where Artie and Sam already were getting ready for bed, but he also didn't want to leave Kurt alone with Kent. Who knew what could happen to him? It wasn't because he was jealous, not really. It was more because in all the scary movies, the kids making out at camp always died first. He had to stay and be the lookout so Kurt wasn't murdered. He was just being a good friend.

So he stood awkwardly while they sucked face, pointedly not looking at them. Finally, Kurt pulled away from a dazed looking Kent and told him goodnight. When he turned around, he jumped a little when he came face to face with Blaine.

"What are you doing?"

Blaine purposefully looked away from Kurt's flushed cheek and lips and dilated eyes. "I was waiting for a murderer! Not spying!"

Kurt cocked an eyebrow at him, but just shook his head. "I'm going to give you a few minutes to put your thoughts together." He crossed his arms. "You're blurting, so something is bothering you. Spill."

Blaine's tongue seemed to tangle up in a knot. Don't blurt you like him! "I'm… Just… Sue! What's she planning?" Yes. He did it! He was so smooth. The girls had just disappeared without explaining anything that happened at the meeting, leaving the boys to speculate.

Kurt watched him carefully for a few seconds, something unreadable on his face. Blaine knew all of Kurt's faces. What was this one? "I'm sure it's fine. Mr. Shue is here and won't let her hunt us in the woods. What's going on with you and Trent?"

Blaine blinked. "What?

"Are you… Do you like him?" He seemed… angry. Hurt.

"I don't know what you're talking about!"

"So you aren't secretly seeing him and not telling me?"

"The way you told me about Kent?" Blaine volleyed back defensively. Oh. Maybe he was still a little salty about that.

That deflated Kurt immediately. He looked down. "I deserve that. Sorry. I guess I just thought I saw something… You know what? Never mind. I'm your friend and you can tell me as much or as little as you want."

Blaine rubbed the back of his neck. "I'm sorry too. I guess I'm still a little hurt about you not telling me. But I shouldn't use it to hurt you."

Kurt shrugged. "It's fair though. I really should have told you. But I guess I got nervous every time because…" He hesitated. "I was worried how you would react. I didn't want to make you think I was showing off."

Blaine opened his arms and Kurt brightened immediately. He fell into Blaine's embrace, hugging him back instantly. Blaine tried not to think about how they fit together perfectly or how amazing it felt. It was over way too soon for his liking when Kurt pulled away, still holding Blaine's hands.

"Let's agree from right now to be really honest. Truth time, even if it's hard."

Blaine laughed nervously. "Yeah. Sounds good. Really honest." About almost everything.

They separated and ambled towards the cabin together.

"Nothing is going on," Blaine said. "With Trent and me. Just friends."

Kurt nodded and seemed to relax. "Well, who knows what could happen?" He nudged Blaine with his elbow. "Maybe this will be your summer? Then we can both have boyfriends!"

"Yeah. Maybe."

Blaine tried not to die inside, just like he tried not to let Kurt see when he got a chub when the guy just ripped off his shirt. Artie and Sam whistled, making Kurt blush a little, but he stuck his nose up, proud of all his hard work. They all climbed into bed that night, each with their own thoughts, but all excited about the summer in front of them.