A/N: i sorta forgot to put up a disclaimer so here it is... Holds weight for the rest of the story.
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee nor do i own the Percy Jackson series; I'm just having fun, please don't sue me!
"Athena," Kurt heard Mr D say, "Don't tell me it's another one of your smart alack kids!"
"Dionysus," the dark-haired woman said with toothache inducing smile, "How are you brother? I'd like to speak to Kurt for a moment."
"Be my guest," the cranky man said sending Kurt an unwelcoming glare, "Just be sure to teach this one some manners unlike that Annabelle."
"It's Annabeth," her smile remained sweet though her grey eyes turned dark. She walked ahead of Kurt, not speaking till they were some distance from everyone. "This is a very important conversation, so pay close attention."
"You're Athena?" She nodded; Kurt curled his mouth into a wicked smile, "Are you like the world's oldest virgin?"
Shock spread across the woman's face, "No," she said in a shrill whine that reminded Kurt of some of his class mates, "That's Hestia! I'm millennia younger than she is!"
"Okay, so what do you want from me?" He glared at her; he was going to intimidate the truth out of her. "I don't mean to be rude but I am in the dark here"
Un-phased by one of his meanest glares, the grey eyed lady spoke calmly, "I am here under the pretext of being your mother but I want it to be clear that I'm not your mother, I claim to be so you can fulfil your destiny."
"My destiny is Zac Efron!" Kurt fixed his hair even though it was perfect- a nervous habit he couldn't shake. "What is it you think is my destiny?" He cocked his hips and raised a finely sculpted eyebrow.
"I can't tell you yet but during the course of the summer fragments of the truth will come to light." Athena smiled, her smile felt more genuine this time, "Please, give into me. Every time you've felt like you could be more will become a reality at the summer solstice."
"That's the day after my birthday! I expect a gift seeing as you're my fake mother and all."
"If in six weeks you are still keeping this secret I'll reward you generously," she smiled with her eyes, giving them a slight green tinge, "Till then I can get you anything you want from home."
"Since I left in hurry I didn't pack anything, go into my closet and get my humidity controlled trunk- it has my summer wardrobe and skin care products." She gave him a peculiar look, like she was trying to understand him, "Don't even try to understand this!" He twirled whilst gesturing to himself.
"You are a strange little boy, I like it." She said as she let Kurt take the lead back to the big house, they entered to find Rachel in deep conversation about something or the other, "I claim him, and I'll save you all the trouble, Rachel is a gift to the new world from Hera."
"Shut up!" Mr D said, "You mean she got of her high horse and decided to ride something else?"
The room was filled with raucous laughter; "No," Rachel said as a holographic lotus appeared over her head, "I have to gay dads. Hera totally thinks gay is okay and is the future of marriage so the created me, I guess, for my dad's."
"In the same way I do my kids," Athena said holding Kurt close to her; he was uncomfortable with the invasion of his space but said nothing. "I think it to be quite an honourable thing to do."
"Well, it's late and since I can't do my moisturising routine tonight I have to compensate by sleeping till midday." He hugged his father goodbye and cupped his face, "Listen dad, you are brave for me. Don't cry, I'll be back by the end of summer and I'll call you frequently because I have my cell phone. I want you to make sure you call the credit card company and increase my daily limit in case of emergencies."
"I will," his dad sniffed and wiped his face, "I love you, okay?"
"I love you too." Kurt gave his father another hug, "Now, you show Athena my stuff and don't let her steal anything!"
"I'm a goddess, I don't need to steal!"
"Kurt," his father grabbed him by the shoulders and looked him dead in the eye, "don't cry or else you're make-up will smudge. You be kind to the other kids and watch out for Rachel."
"Bye daddy!" He let his father's hand slip from his own, he watched as his father and the beautiful goddess disappeared in a bright white light. He turned to face the other god in the room, "So, where to I sleep?"
"Well, brain child, you get to sleep with the rest of the nerds in the Athena cabin where as the beautiful and talented Rachel Berry gets to bunk alone in the Hera cabin, first person ever."
"Oh, I'm sorry I could have sworn I heard you say I was sharing," Kurt said feigning amusement, "but then I heard compliments that weren't directed at me and I was certain I was imagining it."
"No, you heard me correctly Mr Smarty-pants." Mr D said with a sly smile.
"I can do this," he said to himself softly, "what's the worst that could happen?" He kept repeating his mantra as they walked through the night; the area around the fire pit was now empty. As he entered the cabin with Chiron because Mr D had insisted on escorting Rachel.
An older girl with blond hair that was either stained by something or been awfully highlighted with a single grey streak, "Welcome to the Athena cabin, I'm Annabeth Chase and it is a pleasure to meet you." Kurt noted that she sounded and smelt like a librarian, it gave him comfort.
"I'm Kurt Hummel, I'm from Lima, Ohio;" he faked his best toothy grin and extended his hand like he'd seen Rachel do, "And the pleasure is all mine." He looked around the room, in awe at the variety of books and the working space littered with blue prints- this was the stuff his wet dreams are made of. Chiron left him to his own devices, he wondered over to the untidy bookshelf; reading some of the titles- some he'd read, some he'd heard of and others were new to him.
"I know you don't have anything to sleep in so you can have this," it was an azure T-shirt with Greek writing on it, "it's mine, I think it should fit."
"What's the thread count of these sheets?" He asked gesturing to the bed that he was assigned. He was met with a blank stare and a mumbled answer, "Never mind, wake me when my stuff gets here he said stripping into his underwear before the giggles came as a painful reminder that he wasn't in his room anymore.
"Would you like to change in the bathroom?" Annabeth said with a sweet smile.
"No," he flicked a stray hair into place, "I'm hot so I have nothing to be ashamed of and I'm a performer so this is duck off a waters back."
"Its water off a ducks back." A blond girl said.
"I've never seen water floating on ducks but I have seen duck float in water."
"You are a strange little boy." One of the light haired boys sitting at one of the tables said with a chuckle.
"Thank you," he couldn't help but chuckle, "I get that a lot, made your mom all giddy!"
"What'd you say about my mom?" The boy shot daggers at him; he let loose a shrill giggle.
"Nate, she's everyone in this room's mom!" Annabeth said with a giggle, they laughed out loudly, only to be interrupted by a loud thud. He looked around and saw his trunk lying in the open space.
"What is that?"
"My wardrobe!" Kurt could hear how cocky his voice was, "my skin is saved!"
"Did you pack the entire mid-west?" Nate asked with a smirk. He sized Kurt up and went on, "Are you gonna need help carrying that?"
"Nah, it weighs next to nothing."
"But it's as big as you are!" The boy said- he was clearly making fun of Kurt's stature, Kurt decided to have a little fun so he grabbed the trunk with one hand, concentrating on lifting it.
"Seems I can handle big things just fine." He defiantly flipped his bangs to the side and carried his trunk to his bed.
~O~
Kurt was definitely a morning person, he had to be in order to effectively his cleanse and moisturising routine with enough time to pick and accessorise the perfect outfit. He wasn't about to let his appearance fall to the wayside just because he was at camp! He was the first to get up and was ready by the time people started to get up; he made his way to Rachel's cabin so he wouldn't get lost alone. As expected sleeping alone had driven her deeper into the loony bin because Kurt found her having an intimate conversation with herself.
"Morning Rachel," I beamed letting her give me a warm hug, "and how are this lovely morning?"
"Hey bestie, I'm good but I have to reset my curls," I couldn't help but notice the potential improvement in her hair.
"Don't, rock the blow out for a while," I dragged her across the yard for what seemed to be the first time, I was in awe at the size of the camp, the beauty of the 'cabins'- though the term is used loosely to describe the twenty stone buildings.
"Kurt, Rachel, just the people I was looking for!" Chiron said appearing behind the duo, "I'd like to give you a tour of the camp."
"Oh, you are too kind." Rachel was clearly brown nosing and it was blatantly obvious. Chiron lead Kurt and Rachel all around the camp ground: Chiron explained the magical boarder and how it came about; He and Rachel were shown all twenty of the different cabins arranged in the shape of the Greek letter 'Ω'- they were all different- and Chiron labelled each one, giving them passing commentary on the origin; Kurt got the fright of his life when Chiron showed them a climbing wall that spewed lava but apparently isn't dangerous at all; they made their way to the armoury where his beloved 'sister' Annabeth was taking inventory of a wide variety of weapons and other shiny things but promised to 'hook them up' later; they passed the big house which they were then told not to enter unless invited, that couple with the menacing glare they received was more than enough for him; their tour took them to the stables which had a bunch of winged-freaking-horses and might take some time to get used to but were abruptly escorted elsewhere by Chiron who claims 'they're a wretched place to be'; we were then brought to a place known as the Forges which looked like the shed we saw Annabeth in, on steroids, it smelled like his dad's workshop when he's been doing steel work or welding- Kurt began miss his dad now- this was supposedly a hot hangout spot for Hephaestus' children who were nowhere to be seen; they were led past a forest and more recreational activities that 'would be explained later' as they made their way to the dining pavilion.
"I'm afraid you two can't eat together," Chiron began as he lead them into the crowded pavilion, " camp tradition states tha-"
"I'm going to stop you right there," Kurt said with a sweet smile, "I don't follow tradition, I mean look at this outfit!" He gestured to his knee-high boots, high-waist shorts and casual blazer paired with the camp T-shirt; "No one dresses like this here, so I think Rachel can eat with me without disrupting order!"
"Kurt, I doubt I'll get lonely eating by myself at that dusty old table." Rachel started the water works and Chiron melted like cotton candy in their mouths, he gave her hand a squeeze of approval.
"Fine, but keep a low profile."
They smiled and went to get some breakfast, realising that -other than road trip food- their last meal was lunch the previous day. They imitated what all the other kids were doing, getting in line in front of a fire pit and watched as everyone took their turn pushing a little of their food into the pit and saying it was for the gods. As Kurt made his way to the front he noticed that the fire would burn a bit brighter and crackle louder at each offering but return to normal straight after. His turn came, he fixed his hair and pushed some of his food in to the fire and side 'for the gods'; the fire grew to a searing pillar of fire that went all the way to the ceiling, Kurt was frightened, Mr D had turned to look at him and his amazement was evident.
"Did I break it?" He asked twirling his finger in his hair lazily with deer-in-headlight eyes. After about five minutes the blaze died down as though nothing had happened but the singed smell in the air and burnt spot on the ceiling remained as a reminder. Towards the end of breakfast it was announced that a game of capture the flag would be played that evening, whatever that meant but it had everyone else excited.
Kurt and Rachel were instructed to follow Annabeth and some dark haired boy to the armoury before they began their day of training, Kurt could see the two teens flirting but they were really bad at it so he took the opportunity to ridicule them.
"So Annabeth," he grabbed her arm like they were old lovers, "you and I are like siblings, right?"
"Sure Kurt, why do you ask?" She said with some discomfort in her voice.
"Rachel and I," I brought Rachel to my other side to create a larger space between Annabeth and the dark haired boy; "agree that your boyfriend is smoking!"
Rachel giggled and flipped her bangs out of her face, "My dad's said I could start dating when I turned twelve," she said with a pout of her lips and a wink, "When you feel like trading up."
Annabeth shot him a glare that made me quiver in my Choos, "Come on Annabeth it's just kids playing." He said laughing.
The boy blushed violently, "I turn twelve in a couple of weeks, and you should call me."
"Percy, Percy Jackson." He said with a lopsided grin, we had him but now was time to let him go.
"The name of a warrior!" I patted him on the shoulder, "bicep!" Rachel and I squealed.
Annabeth boiled over at this point, "Perseus Jackson!" She growled and Kurt took this as the queue to change the direction of the conversation.
"Perseus?" He raised an eyebrow, surprising himself with how quickly he could change his emotional state; "I'm sorry but there aren't biceps large enough to justify a name like Perseus in today's day and age!"
"Perseus," Rachel scoffed, "you must take us for fools!"
"I revoke your right to call me!"
"And I take back your right to move up in the world." Rachel flipped her hair with defiance, "In fact I'm beginning to think that my bestie's sister is a little out of your league, Annabeth it's time to move up in the world."
Annabeth laughed out and Percy's blush was an embarrassed on as opposed to the flattered one from earlier. "Oh Percy," she said smiling bashfully, "their just kids having fun."
"I have to ask," Kurt had an edge of seriousness to his voice as he looked around for the perfect weapon, "What is up with you matching highlights?"
They looked at each other and shrugged, "It's because we have both held the burden of Atlas."
"Like you held up the sky?" He asked in astonishment.
"Shut. Up." Rachel added with equal fascination. Kurt couldn't even begin to fathom the weight the must of held and here they were, teens none the less.
"Okay. What do you think you might fare well with?" Annabeth asked Rachel, his bestie gave it some thought, her face scrunched up in deep contemplation. "What about you Kurt?" I had been looking around when finally something caught my eye.
"This!" I picked up the glowing bronze double-headed axe and gave it a little twirl over my head and from side to side. "The labrys was used to free our mother, did you know that?"
"No," Annabeth was astounded by the grace with which he carried the weapon.
"One was used to crack open Zeus's skull." He put the weapon down, "It isn't sleek enough."
"Don't worry," Percy said and pulled out a pen, "there are ways of concealing weapons." Percy uncapped the pen to reveal a glowing bronze sword. Kurt was initially taken by surprise; he picked his weapon and smiled wickedly.
"How's about you and I practice a little?" He said in a sweet almost childlike voice.
"I think you'd be a little out of your depths." Kurt raised a questioning eyebrow, "I bathed in the Styx before I took on the Titan Lord Kronos."
"Well I have a stringent moisturising routine in place," he flipped his hair and looked Percy in eyes, he was in sparing position like they taught him in that martial class his dad made go to, "come at me bro!"
"Boys!" Annabeth scolded, sounding almost motherly; "outside!"
As they settled back into their sparring positions Kurt felt a surge of energy, an adrenaline rush and a thirst for carnage. He held his labrys with a new found aggression that he could quite control.
"I'll take it easy on you," Percy smiled, "it is your first time."
At that moment Kurt charged forward with a deep hearty roar that sounded like 'for Patti LuPone' but what surprised both him and Percy was the strength he carried behind his first blow.
"The Blessing of Ares." Percy mumbled as he fired blow after blow for Percy to dodge. For his first time he was holding his own quite well in this game of cat and mouse; Kurt took a moment to regain his poise, he looked Percy up and down- the curse of Achilles, but he wasn't trying to kill Percy! 'What does a swim in the Styx give you?' He thought to himself as he continued to swing his labrys, his arms exerting great force on the pen-sword. 'Be creative, use your ingenuity' he told himself, then it came to him; WWLGD! "What Would Lady Gaga Do?" He screamed viciously as he delivered a final blow Percy's blade before breaking into the choreography from the Marry the Night music video, with that, a twirl and high kick- Percy was on his back with my legs straddling his torso and my blade hovering above his neck.
"Whoa!" Percy said breathlessly, he was yet to move. "Whoa!"
"You already said that Seaweed-Brain." Annabeth said with a giggle, Kurt turned his head to see the entire camp had gathered to watch their friendly sparring session.
"Kurt!" Rachel squealed moving closer to him. Kurt got up and adjusted his hair and fitted Alexander McQueen blazer to the melody of applause, "I didn't know you had it in you!"
"What in the name if Kristin Chenoweth got into me!" He wondered as he pulled out his compact and fixed his gloss.
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