Apathy and Urgency - Chapter Two

Title: Apathy and Urgency - Chapter Two
Author: x_nscangel_x 
Beta: TimeToWriteIsHistory
Rating: PG-13 as of now. Ratings might go up, but I’m not sure where to go with this fic as of now.
Pairing: Kurt/Blaine
Summary: written for this prompt on kurt_blaine . Kurt and Blaine are demigods (half mortal, half-Olympian god), and are literally fighting for their lives. This story is based on Rick Riordan’s “Percy Jackson and the Olympians” series.
Title from “Camisado” by Panic! At The Disco
Disclaimer: I do not own “Percy Jackson and the Olympians”, Glee, Fox, or anything associated with these people.

            “Blaine, I just know that something’s going to go wrong or—“

            “It’s going to be fine,” Blaine assures Jason, rubbing his shoulders. “Okay, let’s take deep breaths. Where are you guys going?”

            “It’s just…by the lake,” Jason squeaks, messing with his hair.

            “Good. It’s very romantic, something that Aphrodite kids love. Have you gotten ready?”

            “I’m too nervous to do anything!” Jason exclaims.

            Blaine sighs and folds his arms. “You know that if I help you get ready, you’re going to freak out because you think that I’ll infect you with my gay.”

            “Bro, it’s not that, it’s just—“

            “What are you wearing then?” Blaine asks snappishly.

            Jason holds up one of his old t-shirts and Blaine slaps his forehead, groaning.

            “That is not going to cut it with the head counselor of Aphrodite cabin,” Blaine snarls.

            “I’m not good with clothes,” Jason moans, clutching Blaine’s sleeve. “Please help me!”

            Blaine glares, but tosses his head and wreaks havoc on Jason’s closet as the boy watches in abject horror. Finally, he pulls out a white dress shirt and a pair of creased slacks, looking pleased with himself.

            “They’re a bit wrinkled, but I don’t have time to get it fixed,” Blaine explains as he sprays a bit of water on the shirt. “This will fix most of the creases.”

            When he’s done, he grabs the blow dryer and uses it on the shirt until it’s completely dry, doing the same with the pants.

            He pulls Jason over and takes off his shirt, throwing it into the trash can. Jason is about to protest and probably fight for the life of his clothes when Blaine shoves the dress shirt over his head and tosses the slacks at him.

            “Put those on,” Blaine orders, rummaging around his own closet. “I have a tie that will really bring out your eyes.”

            “Who the hell cares about my—“

            “Gaelen’s going to care,” Blaine declares forcefully. “Therefore, you have to care.”

He finds an emerald green tie and puts it on Jason’s chest. “It looks perfect on you. Just don’t get it dirty or else I’ll kill you.”

            “Thank you,” Jason murmurs, and pulls Blaine into a tight hug.

            “Bro, you’re going to kill me,” Blaine says weakly, and Jason releases him, beaming.

            “Well, um, I’m gonna go now,” he says fretfully, looping the tie around his neck and tying it properly.

            “Go get her,” Blaine says brightly, and Jason’s parting smile is enough to release some of the worries in his chest.

            “It’s been a week!” Kurt screams at Chiron, who looks calm, and the fat man looks quite uninterested, shuffling his cards. “A whole goddamn week and I haven’t been claimed! Why is that?”

            “Young man, I am this close to incinerating you if you do not shut you ungodly mouth this instant,” the fat man says, glaring at him.

            “Who the fuck are you?” Kurt shouts, feeling the anger bubbling up inside him. “You fucking fatass!’

            “Kurt!” Chiron begs, but it’s too late. The fat man stands up from his chair and takes a few steps towards Kurt.

            “Now listen here, impertinent brat, and listen well,” the fat man warns. “If you cross me one more time, I will definitely be turning you into a shark and then make shark fin soup and then toss your ungracious body into the ocean until you sink down to the ocean floor. Then, ocean creatures will eat the rest of your body up. Or I can just make you completely insane. You choose.”

            Kurt whimpers and takes a step back. “You’re—“

            “Oh, you’re a smart one!” the fat man cries. “It took forever for that Phineas Johnson boy to get it right.”

            “His name is Percy Jackson,” Chiron corrects wearily, “and Kurt does not know any better. If you use your powers, Zeus will surely have your head.”

            “What Father doesn’t know won’t hurt him,” he mumbles.

            “If you’re Dionysus, why are you here in this stupid camp?”

            Dionysus nods happily at Chiron. “See, even this camper thinks that this place is a waste of time! I’m not the only one!”

            Chiron looks at him witheringly and turns to Kurt. “Young man, we have no control over when you are claimed. It is up to your parent entirely.”

            “Does my mom not care about me?” he says, the volume of his voice escalating again.

            Chiron sighs and beckons him to come closer. “My dear boy, sometimes… Well, even though the gods have promised Percy Jackson, sometimes the claiming is delayed.”

            “For how long?” Kurt whispers fearfully.

            Chiron shrugs his shoulders. “I’m not sure. But everyone gets claimed. The gods have a lot of children, Kurt. It’s going to be hard for them to claim everyone. It takes time. Be patient.”

            “I’m not—Do you know how many kids are in the Hermes cabin?” Kurt yells. “I barely have enough room to sleep, much less all of my clothes, my product, my skin care, or my makeup!”

            “This is a doozy,” Dionysus mutters. “It shouldn’t really be hard to figure out which cabin this boy belongs in.”

            “Nevertheless, we can’t just stick him into any cabin we wish,” Chiron says. “Kurt, I’m sorry. I wish I could help you. I truly do.” Kurt could tell that he honestly meant it by the look in his eyes. “But I can’t do anything to speed up the process. When you’re mother is ready, she’ll claim you.”

            Kurt sighs and tries to control his temper. He gives a terse nod and walks out of the room, trying his best not to slam the door shut.

            He fails miserably on that part, and he can hear Dionysus’s death threats as he walks out of the Big House.

            “I’m serious!” Jason laughs, his arms swinging as he and Gaelen walk down the grassy slope. “Why don’t you believe me?”

            “Because no one rides a Pegasus when they’re five and actually stays on the thing,” Gaelen says with a roll of her eyes. “You’re making it up.”

            “I’m not.”

            “Yes you are.”

            “I can prove it!”

            “You’re not even a son of Poseidon!” she laughs. “Why would horses like you?”

            “Because I’m awesome?” he offers, and she just punches him playfully.

            Jason spreads out the blanket so that their clothes don’t get dirty, and Gaelen sits demurely with her legs folded while Jason takes out the food from the basket.

            Gaelen is wearing a baby blue dress and her hair is pulled back but not tied up, so her curly tresses flow freely. Jason secretly thinks that she’s never been more beautiful in her entire life than right now, with the soft glow of the night illuminating her face and making her skin glow.

            “Mademoiselle,” he says with an extremely bad French accent, and Gaelen just laughs.

            “French is overrated,” she smirks. “German is much hotter.”

            Jason gulps. “Uh, really?”

            Gaelen smiles dreamily. “Oh yes, I mean, how can anyone resist all those gurgling and intelligible noises?”

            Jason breathes a sigh of relief and Gaelen giggles. “You need to relax more.”

            “You scared me!”

            Gaelen sighs. “I would rather you be someone who doesn’t change at all, no matter what any girl likes or wants.”

            Jason doesn’t know what to say, so all he does is unwrap a Panini and munch on it.

            Blaine is strumming his guitar lightly on the pavilion. It’s mostly empty, and only a few campers are outside. It’s about eleven, judging by the position of the moon, and Blaine knows that he can sing and play in peace and no one will bother him.

            “Hi.”

            Blaine jumps and sees Kurt next to him, smiling shyly. “What are you playing?” Kurt asks, sitting down beside him.

            Blaine gulps and grins nervously. “Um, nothing really. Just a bunch of random chords. Sometimes a really good progression comes to me, but right now…”

            Kurt nods and motions to the guitar. “Can you play something for me?”

            Blaine blinks and looks down, his cheeks turning pink. “Um, do you have anything you want me to play?”

            “Do you know any Broadway tunes?” Kurt asks eagerly.

            Blaine laughs. “I’m pretty sure they don’t sound good on guitar, and at any rate, I don’t know any. Sorry.”

            Kurt sighs and leans back. “Play anything then, but play something pretty.”

            Blaine digs through his mind, searching for a nice song that would be good enough to play for Kurt. He mostly knows a lot of mainstream music, or alternative rock. But he remembers one of his favorite songs.

            He starts playing the beginning of it, and it’s a soft gentle riff, and Kurt perks up.

When the world gets too heavy put in on my back

I’ll be your levy

You are taking me apart

Like bad glue on a get well card

It was always you falling for me

Now there’s always time calling for me

I am the light blinking at the end of the road

Blink back to let me know

            Kurt is smiling and he looks like an angel in the moonlight, and he’s swaying gently and Blaine keeps singing for Kurt.

I’m a fly that’s trapped in a web

But I’m thinking that my spider’s dead

Oh, lonely little life

I could kid myself in thinking that I’m fine

It was always you falling for me

Now there’s always time calling for me

I am the light blinking at the end of the road

Blink back to let me know

            Kurt is picking up on the melody know, and even though he doesn’t really know the words, he sings it like it’s the best song in the world.

            Blaine doesn’t even have to look at his fingers; he just looks straight at Kurt the whole time. He really was right. His eyes were so blue, like the ocean. He felt like he was drowning just looking into them.

Oh I’m skin and bones

Just a cane and a rusty throne

Oh the castle’s under siege

But the sign outside says “leave me alone”

It was always you falling for me

Now there’s always time calling for me

I am the light blinking at the end of the road

Blink back to let me know

            Kurt looks at himself, and he really is just skin and bones. But the words that Blaine is singing… It makes him feel good, like he’s just had a cup of Godiva hot chocolate.

            Blaine plays the few final notes of the riff and lets the last one echo, the sound reverberating around them as Blaine looks up at Kurt.

            “Was that… Did you like it?” he asks hesitantly.

            Kurt gives him a big smile. “It was beautiful. You play beautifully.”

            Blaine blushes and sets his guitar down. “Thanks. So have you been claimed yet?”

            Kurt’s eyes go dark. “I haven’t yet. But Chiron… He said that it should only be a couple of days more. When did you get claimed?”

            Blaine rubs his hands together, making them warm. “I think it was about a week after I came here. The Apollo kids were holding a concert. It looked really fun, and I love to sing and stuff, so I asked if I could join in. They welcome anyone of course, but only the Apollo cabin can really sing. So while I was performing, everyone kept staring above my head. So I looked up, and I saw a glowing lyre on top of my head. That was the day I was claimed.”

            “It sounds perfect,” Kurt sighs. “What do I have to do to get noticed by my mom?”

            “I’m sure it’s just a delay,” Blaine assures him. “Don’t worry. You’ll be claimed soon.”

            Kurt nods sadly, and Blaine gets up, extending a hand. “Come on,” he says. “I’ll walk you back to Hermes.”

            Kurt blinks and takes his hand cautiously, and when their hands touch, it sends a spark throughout Blaine’s body, running from his fingertips down to his toes and through his head.

            Blaine ignores the spark as he holds Kurt’s hand and they laugh and talk all the way down towards the cabins.

            “That one there is Andromeda,” Gaelen whispers, pointing at a group of stars.

            “How do you know all of this stuff?” Jason asks in awe. “I can barely tell them apart, much less remember all of the constellations.”

            “I’ve always had a thing for astronomy,” she whispers. “It’s not very Aphrodite-like, but I love it. I have these books full of stuff like that. I read it when no one’s looking.”

            Jason can barely believe his luck.

            She’s beautiful, she’s nice, and she makes me feel like I’m on top of the world just by smiling at me. And now she’s a total smartass too? I’ve hit the jackpot.

            “Well what’s that one?” Jason asks, pointing to any random star.

            “Oh, that one is Jason,” Gaelen says, sounding amused.

            “Really?” Jason exclaims.

            Gaelen is giggling, and Jason pouts. “You tricked me.”

            “There’s no constellation named Jason,” she says with a smile. “I just wanted to see your reaction. But there’s the hero Jason, you know, if that makes you feel a bit better.”

            “I would rather have my own constellation,” he says, and she just smiles.

            “Maybe someday you will,” Gaelen says, and they stargaze for just a while longer.

            “Goodnight,” Blaine says when Kurt walks towards the Hermes cabin.

            “Do you want to come in?” Kurt offers, then blushes. “I mean, there’s not much to see, but you know, it was just—“

            “I’ll come in,” Blaine says quickly.

            Kurt pushes the door open and the cabin is so crowded that it’s ridiculous. Most people are asleep already. Blaine tries not to step on anyone as he walks towards where Kurt sleeps.

            Kurt gestures to the floor unhappily. “That’s my place,” he says bitterly.

            Blaine pats his reassuringly. “You’ll get your own place soon. You just have to…go with the flow. Just act like your normal self, do what you normally do, and you’ll be claimed. Don’t try to fit in with anyone. Be yourself and you’ll get noticed.”

            Blaine walks out of the door. “I have to go,” he says, tiptoeing through people sleeping on the ground. “I have to do rounds for Jason, since he’s on a date. I’ll see you tomorrow!”

            When Blaine shuts the door, it’s like he’s taken the sun with him, too.

            “This was great,” Gaelen says, nibbling on her blueberry pastry. “I had so much fun.”

            “I’m glad,” Jason stutters, and they walk up to Aphrodite cabin. Her cabin mates are so obvious. He can see them peeking through the windows.

            “Can we…maybe do this again sometime?” Gaelen asks, her eyelashes fluttering again.

            Jason nods, and it feels like something is stuck in his throat. “I’d love to.”

            Gaelen smiles, tilts her head to the side, and leans forward a bit. “Can I?” she asks breathily, and Jason nods so quickly that whiplash is a real danger.

            Jason leans forward too, and their lips meet gently, and it feels amazing, Jason can’t believe this is happening, but all he has to do is listen to the sound of her cabin mates shrieking and giggling like crazy…

            They break apart and Gaelen looks at him with her wide brown eyes. “Thank you,” she whispers, and pushes the door open, smiling at him even as it closes.

            Jason can’t move for a while, so he just stands their dumbstruck, touching his lips every few seconds as if to reassure himself that it really happened.

A/N: so like, I’m really loving the Jason/Gaelen pairing…I don’t know, I just think it’s quite adorable :D Sorry if I get too wrapped up in my OC’s! D:

So the song that Blaine sang to Kurt is called “Always” by Panic! At The Disco. It’s off their newest album and I encourage you guys to check it out because it’s a beautiful song.