Title: Camp Half-Blood!Dalton
Pairing: Julian/Logan
Author: glitterandfall on TB
Rating: M (Language and later chapters)
Word Count: 1,065
A/N: Moved from Tumblr to a more convenient place. This is an AU spun off Rick Riordan's Percy Jackson and the Olympians and characters that are not mine; they belong to CP Coulter and Glee. Margo, glitterandfall on TB, was the one who initiated the idea and wrote some of the following chapters. Feedback is really appreciated. Hope you enjoy! ^_^ (Also since multiple chapters have already been written and are just being moved, I will be adding them on mostly all tonight, with that being said sorry for the spam of emails you might get, only four but still ;) )

Meeting the brooding Julian Larson was their last stop on Logan's brief yet completely enlightening and unbelievable tour of Camp Half-Blood. Just on the walk from the infirmary to the cabins, Logan witnessed sword fights and watched weapons being made and he even watched as a pretty girl around his age turned into a tree right before his eyes! Everything fell into place as Brittany tried to explain, and Derek clarified on the basics of being a "demigod" and the Greek history that came along with it. It would seem like such a hard concept to grasp, but it all seemed to make sense to Logan, even explain things in his life. His lack of a father, constant meetings with things that were not what they seemed to be, his anger issues…

"Logan…Logan…LOGAN!"

Speaking of anger issues…

Santana called his attention back to the real world, whatever that would be considered at this point, with a sisterly slap to the back of his head.

"Wake up from whatever daydream you're having of kissing Larson and pay attention"

Logan turned bright red. Santana smiled smugly at him, knowing that she struck a nerve. The blonde would have retorted angrily, but was immediately cut off by the start of the first song of the night.

Every night at Camp Half-Blood there was a huge sing-a-long around a campfire.

Oh joy.

Logan's thought on the matter would be much different if it was a sing-a-Logan in which he would show off his voice while the rest of the camp listened intently, but no.

"Enjoying the campfire sing-along, Logan?"

Logan jumped at the sudden interruption of his train of thought. He focused his view to the side of him only to find a pair of wild ice-blue eyes staring back at him, slightly covered by wispy blonde bangs.

"Do you like singing?"

An identical boy flanked his other side.

"We love singing!"

"You should sing with us sometime!"

Logan had met the twins earlier, Evan and Ethan, who had both taken a quick liking to him. He wasn't sure if he was liking them back, yet.

Take what you can, Logan. He thought cynically, reminding himself that friends are few and useful to have.

He leaned his head into his palms, bringing his face and hands closer to the fire. The hearth's warmth pulsed from his fingertips and the tip of his nose, continuing throughout his body and sending shivers down his spine.

At this point, his mind had drowned out the mindless tunes almost being chanted by Camp Half-Tone-Deaf. He noticed at least a dozen pairs of eyes staring at him out the corner of their vision, scanning him, judging him.

Some new kid comes in and beats up a big dog and suddenly the whole camp is buzzing. The blonde usually liked all the attention on him, but in spite of recent life-changing information delivered to him within the span of the past 5 hours, attention was the last thing on his mind.

Two pairs of eyes stood out.

He felt bad for the Andersons. If this was all confusing for Logan, he couldn't imagine what it's like for Blaine and Shane. They're at least normal human beings. It doesn't make sense for them like it does for Logan. This isn't a revelation for them, this is a burden. A huge burden. And neither of them had been "claimed yet" so they don't even get a place to call their "home".

But he said none of this out loud. He quickly broke eye contact with the brothers and pretended like he hadn't seen them, sinking his face back into the comfort of his palms.

And then another pair of eyes.

Sepia ones belonging to a particular brunette.

But both the sepia and the pale green eyes with which they made contact with looked away immediately.

The rest of the night was a blur. Logan had a pretty long day and was tired enough that no amount of Stuart coffee would affect him. Santana and Derek led him back to their cabin, which he had picked out among the rest as they passed them before, as it was elaborately…err "decorated." Barbed wire framed the roof and the rest of the cabin was painted unevenly with a coat of a bloody red paint…he hoped. And to top it all off, a boar's head was propped over the entrance of the bunk, glaring at passersby with beady black eyes, just to add that extra "homely" feeling.

He walked in, avoiding the dead silence that followed his entrance, along with the many eyes glued to him as he stumbled over to what Derek pointed out as his bed. He had no trouble falling into a deep, well deserved, sleep.

Logan never dreamed.

Or at least he never remembered his dreams.

But tonight, it was almost as if this dream were real or about to become real if he were to just step closer and fall down the rabbit hole…

He saw himself, scared, shaking. Unlike himself.

The Logan he saw was in a room…no, an attic. There were dusty objects and boxes stacked up taller than him and pictures hung around next to pieces of various monsters and other magical beings hung up as make-shift trophies. At the back of the room was a stool, and on top of that stool sat a girl. She grinned wickedly, her fire-red hair being the brightest thing in the room.

"Hello, Logan. We'll be meeting shortly."

Her voice sounded…normal. Like an average teenage girl's voice should sound as far as Logan knew. Yet, she said it knowingly, as if she contained this huge knowledge that he had no idea even existed. Almost mockingly…

"Wake up Logan, your destiny awaits you."

Wake up.

Wake up.

Wake up!

WAKE UP!

"LOGAN WRIGHT, WAKE UP RIGHT NOW OR I WILL USE THIS ON YOU!"

Logan woke up in a cold sweat to find sharp point obstructing his vision. As his eyes focused, he realized that a spear was pointed at his face, right between the eyes, and at the end of that spear was Santana Lopez with eyeliner streaks tracing down her face. Santana Lopez was crying.

Logan had only known his sister for one day, but if one thing was sure, it was that Santana Lopez doesn't cry for just anything.

"Derek is missing."