A/N: I apologize for the long delay…I've had a lot of personal issues and every thing has been really hard to deal with. But I finally sat down and got to writing. So I'm sorry for updating so slowly, but I hope that you understand.

Kurt's walking side by side with Eric, setting up small explosives around the trees when he can hear distant noises. Kurt freezes, drops the bag, and looks around like a frightened deer.

"I can hear them," Kurt whispers fearfully. "They're really close. We should get out of here as quickly as we can."

Eric is tense. Kurt can see it in Eric's eyes and the way that his shoulders are set, but Eric shakes his head and picks up Kurt's bag for him. "We still have to finish the job. They shouldn't bother us too much. What they want is up there," he says, pointing to the glittering silver flag.

Kurt swallows and nods, taking the bag from Eric's hands and tying another tripping net across the two trees.

They're almost done, and Kurt can hear the rustling noises get closer. He's so tense that not even the upcoming spring Alexander McQueen collection and Godiva hot chocolate could relax him now. Kurt rests a hand on his sword, heart pounding at a million miles per minute.

Kurt keeps thinking about Blaine, and he wonders if he's okay. Jason probably has a super smart plan and all, but his stupid brain conjures up images of Blaine getting injured. He gasps and shakes his head, trying to clear the pictures out of his head before they get too out of hand. He has to focus. He can't be distracted at this time.

Suddenly, the noises stop just as Kurt has finished fastening the last explosive onto the nearest shrub. A scream cuts through the air, and two armor-clad campers jump out of the trees, coming at Kurt with glinting swords.

Kurt's eyes widen with fear, and he shakily takes out his sword.

"Oh, look at pretty boy here. He thinks he can stop us from taking the flag," one of the campers sneer. He can tell that they're Ares children. They're poised to injure, to maim, to harm. Kurt is sweating rivers now.

"Puck, don't hurt him," the second camper growls. "We're to get the flag only. If we do any harm—"

"Well, if I can slash him a bit, it doesn't hurt anyone, does it?" Puck snarls, advancing on Kurt. "I'm tired of losing. Every single time the Apollo cabin goes against us, we lose."

"They go against us every time," his friend reminded him with a roll of his eyes. "So we always lose."

"My point exactly!" Puck exclaims, slamming his fist into a nearby trunk, making Kurt jump in fright. He holds his sword tighter, wishing that he could use some of the moves that he's learned from Jason.

"J-just go then," Kurt stammers, feeling the little bit of courage that he had abandon him. "I'll let you guys g-go. The flag's right there."

Puck leers at him. "No, I think a bit of cabin pride is in order here. You're not going anywhere, and neither are we."

He holds out his sword, walking towards Kurt, who is shaking from head to toe. "Come on, fight! You either kill or be killed."

"Wait! I'm in Aphrodite, not Apollo! Please, this is just a game!" Kurt exclaims, dodging a wide slash Puck makes with his sword.

"No, not just a game," his friend says darkly.

Kurt doesn't know what to do. Jason never taught him how to handle two strong and pissed-off Ares campers.

Puck comes at him again, his sword above his head. Kurt is ready and blocks the strike, but Puck is strong. He shoves Kurt, throwing him against a nearby tree. Kurt's back hits the trunk with a bang and his head is throbbing with pain.

He grabs his sword off of the ground, but his arms are shaking. He can barely hold it, but he keeps it in front of him, his arms trembling.

His hair is sticky now, with sweat and blood.

"I don't think your mummy will be too pleased to learn that I killed you," Puck sneers, "but you know, my dad can always sweet-talk her." He raises his sword again.

Kurt whimpers and holds up the sword a bit higher, trying to block out his face. "Please," he cries out, his sobs echoing out in the forest. "Please don't. Please stop, I'm begging you." He can taste blood on his lips.

"Sorry," Puck says. "Ares doesn't give any mercy."

Kurt grips his sword tighter, trying to see where Puck will strike. He wants to block it, but he can't move. It's as if someone has tied blocks of lead to his limbs.

Blaine, he thinks as he closes his eyes.

A harsh shout cuts through the air, and Kurt can tell it's a girl's voice. But he's so faint and shaken that he can barely open his eyes.

He can hear Puck's shouts. It feels like his ears are exploding from the noise. A hand is shaking him, making his head hit the tree trunk over and over again.

"This isn't helping," Kurt mumbles wearily.

"You have to get up Kurt," the girl says. Her voice is familiar, but Kurt can't open his eyes. "I need to get you out of here and to the Apollo cabin. Our side already has the flag. They're close to the border."

Kurt moans in protest when she tries to lift him, but he stumbles on his feet and tries to get them to stay flat.

"Blaine," he whispers.

"Yes, I know you want him right now," the girl says testily, "but we don't have time for that right now, okay?"

"No wait," Kurt whispers. "Don't."

The girl ignores his words and yanks him up and throws him over her shoulder with surprising strength. At first he wonders if it's a child of Ares, but then he thought of the fact that they were on opposite sides in this game. And when the girl starts to run, his head thumps against her shoulder blades and he passes out from the force, but not before hearing the sound of a horn blowing in the distance.

"Is he going to be okay," Blaine asks nervously, staring at Kurt's sleeping form on the ground, surrounded by medical instruments and nectar.

"I patched him up just fine," Jason replies, tugging his sleeves back down and putting all of the medical instruments back in its case. "He had a lot of scratches and cuts on his back and a bit on his front. Kurt's just a bit out of it right now. He'll wake up in a few hours."

The dinner horn sounds, and Jason stands up. "You wanna get something to eat or do you wanna stay here?"

Blaine smiles sheepishly. "I-I think I'll stay here, you know."

Jason laughs knowingly. "Alright, I'll sneak some food back for you into the cabin if I can. Make sure you come back before curfew though."

"Will do," Blaine assures him. When Jason leaves, Blaine settles down right next to Kurt and takes his hand hesitantly, watching his face for any signs of awakening. When he doesn't spot anything, Blaine grips Kurt's hand tighter and pushes back his own hair.

Sighing, he lays down right next to Kurt. They may have won the game, but he would have rather lost if it meant that Kurt didn't have to get injured. Jason did say that Kurt was going to be fine, but his own personal fear made him worry for Kurt's safety no matter what.

Blaine checks his watch to see that it was only 7:00. He'd just nap for an hour or so and then go back to his cabin. He even adjusts his watch to set off in an hour and a half, just to be safe. Scooting close to Kurt, closer than he would have ever normally dared, Blaine rests his head right next to Kurt's shoulder and closes his eyes.

Kurt blinks slowly, taking in his surroundings. His head hurts a little, but the sharp pain in his back had disappeared. He shifts sideways, and sees a pile of rumpled blankets next to him. There's a napkin on top of the pillow.

He smoothes it out and glances at the writing on the napkin. It's a note from Blaine. He smiles brightly, without even knowing.

This is Blaine. You were injured during the game. Luckily Gaelen brought you back to Chiron, or else you might be in worse shape.

"Gaelen saved me?" Kurt whispers. "But she hates my guts."

Jason healed you, and you should be good if you just rest for a day or two. I decided to stay with you for a bit until curfew. If you're hungry, there's some food on the table next to you. Chiron said that until you're fully recovered you're not supposed to do any rigorous activity. I guess you're excused from classes for at least three days. That's one good thing to come out of this.

Kurt laughed softly. That was Blaine, always trying to look for that silver lining.

I have no idea when you wake up, but when you do, can you please let me know somehow? I wanna make sure you're okay.

Well, I hope you get better soon. You should eat and drink as much as you can.

Smiling, Kurt tucked the note inside his pocket and pushed himself up slowly. He manages to stand up without falling down, but when he tries to stretch, a flare of pain shot through his back and he cries out, grabbing a nearby bench for support. He gasps, waiting for the pain to go away.

He stands up again, making sure to move as little as possible. There is a small wooden table with a picnic basket on top of it, and Kurt flips open the wooden cover.

Inside, there's an ice-cold bottle of kiwi strawberry Snapple, possibly his favorite drink ever. A fresh-looking chicken salad lies next to the Snapple, with small packets of ranch taped onto the plastic lid. There's a small box of chocolate chip cookies with a post-it note on top of the lid. He tears it off and reads it.

"Here's something sweet for you," Kurt reads, blushing and smiling to himself. He tucks the post-it into his pocket and starts to take out the food, popping the lid of the Snapple and taking a sip. It tastes as if it was plucked right out of the fridge.

"Thanks, Blaine," whispers Kurt, and he eats his little dinner in the Big House, thinking of Blaine and his sweet gestures.

That night, Blaine dreams of Kurt and his smiles.

Three days later Kurt's free to leave the Big House, despite Blaine's worries that he might not be fully healed yet. Kurt just rolls his eyes at Blaine and walks out as Blaine shouts healing procedures after Kurt.

His schedule returns to normal, and his siblings welcome him back with open arms. Nick makes sure to tell him everything he's missed. Kurt thinks he hears something about cursing the Ares cabin with ugly outfits and bad hair for a whole month for what they did to him in the Capture the Flag game.

It might be a figment of his imagination, but his heart swells with emotion, feeling like he's found his real family: the place where he really does belong.

However, the moment he thinks about family, he thinks of his father. And the happiness he felt a few minutes disappears and he wonders how his dad is doing. He wonders if he could visit his dad, if it's even safe to do so. He feels safe at camp, but he has to know if anything has happened to his dad.

"Kurt? Is something wrong?" Nick asks, looking at him with a worried expression.

Kurt blinks for a few seconds, considering whether to tell Nick or not. After all, they are half- brothers, and if he can't trust his siblings, who else can he trust?

He shoves the thoughts into the back of his mind and just plasters on a fake smile, something that he's used to doing. "I'm fine," he murmurs, and tries to continue their discussion on the new fall fashions.

Nick raises an eyebrow, but he doesn't say a word. He lets Kurt ramble on and on about the timeless brands and the highly overrated ones, but a plan is already formulating inside his head.

"We need to talk," Nick states bluntly, glaring at Blaine.

"Um, can this wait, because I need to get back to my archery—"

"Do you want your cabin to get the same treatment as Ares'?" Nick cuts in, his voice dangerously sweet. Blaine blinks and shakes his head quickly, dropping his bow and arrow down onto the ground.

"Good. Now, something's been bothering Kurt lately, and I'm pretty sure I know what it is. And I can fix it."

"Is Kurt okay—"

"He's fine, he's fine," Nick brushes off airily. "But he's been thinking about something for the past few days and I can't get him to tell me what it is. But I've done some thinking of my own, and there's only one thing that could put him into deep thought."

"What are you—"

Nick laughs and slaps Blaine on the shoulder playfully. "Now, don't play dumb, Blaine. Anyone can see how much Kurt likes you, and anything with eyes can see how much you like him too."

Blaine makes a noise of protests and waves his hands around in the air. "Yeah, because he's my friend and—"

"Let me stop you right there," Nick says seriously. "Every single person in camp knows that you're practically in love with Kurt. And I know that he likes you, too. Kurt's my brother, and I want him to be happy. So I want you to go out on a date with him. I'm sure that after you ask him out, he'll be much happier and stop being so serious all the time."

Blaine furrows his eyebrows. "Wait, are you even sure that Kurt's thinking about this? It could be something completely different, you know."

"Ah, you don't object to the date! Good, I've set it up for you already. Follow this list, and everything will go perfectly." Nick thrusts a long thin sheet of white paper into Blaine's hands, and starts to walk away. "Bye-bye now!"

Staring at Nick's retreating figure, Blaine blinks slowly with wearing a befuddled expression on his face. "What the hell just happened?" he muttered to himself. Looking at the long list in his hands, he groans and walks back to his archery class, waiting for the merciless teasing that was about to come.

Post A/N:

This chapter took much too long to post, and I thank you guys for your patience. I've been going through tough personal times, and since junior year has started for me, I won't be able to write extensively. I'll try to post and write as much when I can, but I don't know how things are going to work out. And I hope that you guys will stick with me, and I'll try to do the best I can.

So here's a little refresher for those who still don't remember all of the OC's names. If you like this fic and want it to make sense, maybe you should save this page for future reference). This is the list of the OC's. I don't think I'll be adding anymore, as it just gets confusing.

And I probably won't be using too many of these characters. They're just kind of a reference guide if I do happen to mention them at any point in the story, which will be scarce. And I don't think the ND's will play a big part in the story. It will just be very Klaine-centered, with a few mentions of other characters to add more interest.

Counselors:

Aphrodite—Gaelen

Apollo—Jason

Ares—Aaron

Athena—Sarah

Demeter—Avani (means Earth in Hindu)

Dionysus— Connor

Hephaestus— Altan

Hermes—Gavin

Poseidon—Percy Jackson

Zeus, Hera—none

ND:

Puck—Dionysus

Quinn—Aphrodite

Lauren—Ares

Rachel—Apollo

Finn— Hermes

Tina— Athena

Mike—(I have no idea where to put him)

Brittney—Aphrodite

Santana—Aphrodite

Artie—Athena

Mercedes—Hunter of Artemis

Sam— Athena