Apathy and Urgency - Chapter Five

Title: Apathy and Urgency - Chapter Five
Author: x_nscangel_x
Beta: TimeToWriteIsHistory
Rating: PG-13 as of now. Ratings might go up in the future
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. Extremely AU.
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.
         

            Kurt is convinced that he’s in heaven.

            Apparently heaven has Hermés bags.

            The Aphrodite cabin is better than anything he could have ever dreamed of. It’s gorgeous and airy, neat and full of mirrors and makeup. Every single thing is color-coded and he is pretty damn sure he’s in paradise.

            “Welcome to the Aphrodite cabin,” Gaelen says with a smirk. “You’ll love it here.”

            “Oh I’m sure I will,” Kurt says dazedly, and sets the few things he owns onto his very own bed, complete with Egyptian cotton one-thousand thread count sheets. There’s no doubt he’s going to sleep very well tonight.

There are shelves built into the frame of his bed and underneath are sliding drawers for his shoes and stuff. “This is amazing,” Kurt whispers.

            The boys in this cabin are just are gorgeous as the girls, and Kurt gives them all shy smiles. They grin back, and Kurt is swooning over their ability to accessorize and their knowledge of hair care products and skin care. He has some fine brothers.

            Gaelen pats his back. “We’re all family here,” she says warmly, “and we’re all sisters and brothers. The Aphrodite cabin may seem weak, but we’re the closest family in this entire camp.”

            Kurt smiles back and all of them run up to him and give him a big group hug. He can’t help but laugh.

He is definitely going to love it here.

 

            Blaine’s waiting for Kurt in their usual spot for Ancient Greek lessons, and it’s half an hour past their usual time. He’s sitting in the shade of the willow tree, the lesson book unopened.

            Jason walks out from Apollo cabin and sees Blaine sitting there, looking down at the grass. He sighs and goes over to pat him on the shoulder. “Come on bro, you can’t wait here anymore. Let’s go to archery class.”

            “No, I have to wait for Kurt,” Blaine says urgently, and refuses to move.

            Jason sighs and sits down next to him. “Blaine, it’s obvious that he’s not coming.”

            “But why would he…we have a schedule,” he whispers sadly. Blaine’s defeated expression is enough for Jason to give him a big hug.

            “Hey, don’t worry about it,” Jason offers. “I’m sure he’s just busy. Or maybe the Aphrodite kids are making him do some kind of weird ritual.”

            “I hate that cabin,” Blaine growls.

            Jason frowns. “Excuse me, my girlfriend is in there.”

            “It doesn’t make it any less horrible.”

 

            “No. Way,” Kurt gasps.

            “Yes way,” he nods.

            “But this hasn’t even…it’s not due to come out until next year,” Kurt whispers reverently, stroking the silk.

            Nick laughs and hands the silk coat to Kurt. “That’s a perk to having your mother basically control the fashion industry. You can have this one. I have an extra in case something ever happened to it.”

            “I can’t…” Kurt gulps and takes the jacket. “I owe you a million.”

            Nick smiles. “You’ll get a lot more at the rate you’re going. Are you enjoying Mother’s blessing?”

            “I fucking love it,” Kurt replied.

            Ever since his claiming, he’s looked absolutely perfect. Every morning, his hair was coiffed and combed, his closet was magically filled with the most amazing clothes and he didn’t even have to moisturize anymore. His skin naturally glowed, and he didn’t have to put on any kind of makeup to look fabulous.

            Laughing, Nick throws him a pair of Prada leather boots. “Here are the ones from the winter collection,” he says over his shoulder, digging through the pile of boxes. “It hasn’t come out yet, naturally, but you can have it. I know how much you love clothes. We all do.”

            Kurt just stares. “You are the best brother in the entire world.”

            Nick laughs and pretends to toss back his hair. “I know.”

 

            A few days pass, and Blaine still hasn’t even seen Kurt yet. The only time when they even made eye contact was during chores, and that only lasted for about two seconds before Kurt was whisked off by his stupid siblings.

            Blaine is getting paranoid that Kurt secretly hates him, or that Kurt doesn’t want anything to do with him. This paranoia only grows each day without seeing Kurt.

            It’s breakfast time, and Blaine sits next to Jason, pouring out his heart and soul and also glaring at his plate of pancakes. Eric sits on the opposite side of the table, unsure of whether to laugh or be worried. Rachel is sitting by herself, tossing her hair back every few seconds.

“I’m pretty sure that if I went up to him and asked him what my name is, he wouldn’t even know,” Blaine growls, stabbing his food with a lot of unnecessary force.

            Jason smiles halfheartedly. “Um…well I could ask Gaelen to talk to him, if you want. I’m sure that Gaelen could get to Kurt. She’s the counselor and everything.”

            “Don’t bother, he doesn’t even want anything to do with me anymore,” Blaine mumbles, moving on to decimating the potato salad.

            “Why are you so hung up on Kurt?” Lyra sneers, pushing her plate aside and staring at him. “Do you have some kind of big gay crush on him?”

            “Lyra, shut up,” Eric snarls, slamming his cup down hard against the table. “Do you have a fucking problem with Blaine being gay?”

            Lyra pales. They have a very specific rule at camp: no discrimination at all. If you were reported for being racist or homophobic or anything like that, Mr. D set up special punishments for you, which usually involved shoveling out horse poop and things like that, the disgusting and filthy jobs no one wanted to do.

            “No, of course not,” she whispers.

            Blaine gives Eric a grateful smile, and he returns it.

            A girl with long blonde hair and bright green eyes taps Blaine on the shoulder. He recognizes her as Jasmine, from Aphrodite cabin. He wants to tell her to fuck off, but she just smiles before he can do anything. “This is for you,” she says sweetly, handing him an envelope, and she flounces away.

            Blaine is very close to tearing it up when he sees the words “From: Kurt, To: Blaine” on the back side.

            Jason looks at Blaine’s expression. “Okay, let’s go.”

            He manages to drag Blaine away before the cussing begins.

 

            When everyone is at their classes, Blaine ditches and goes back to Apollo cabin. The letter in his pocket is feeling heavier with each passing minute, and his curiosity gets the better of him. When he’s sure that no one else is inside the cabin, Blaine shakily opens the envelope and takes out the letter, smoothing out the creases with his hand.

 

            Dear Blaine,

            I’m so sorry that I haven’t been talking to you. I’ve been really busy in the past few days, but the Aphrodite cabin is just the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I never got to thank you for holding that concert for me, because I wouldn’t have gotten claimed if you didn’t. I owe you so much. It’s all thanks to you.

            I feel like I really belong there. Everyone’s so nice and they know so much about fashion! I never knew that having so many siblings could be a benefit rather than a burden.

            I have a whole new schedule since I’m claimed now, which means that I have to do things with Aphrodite cabin now. Someone else in my cabin is assigned to teach me Ancient Greek. I’m so sorry that I didn’t get the chance to tell you. I hope you’re not mad at me for it.

            I don’t know if stupid Jasmine will even send this to the right table, because her brain is probably the size of an ant. But if you get this, please meet me at the edge of the South Woods after dinner tomorrow. I really want to talk to you again. I miss that.

                        Love,

                                    Kurt Hummel

 

            Blaine didn’t know whether to toss it into the fire out of pent-up bitterness or press a million kisses again the signature and frame the entire letter.

“Love”, Kurt had written.

Love.

 

Rachel does not like competition at all.

She’s never been a very sharing-is-caring type of person, and this Kurt Hummel boy is making it worse. Ever since his song last week at the concert, no one else even notices her anymore. All they talk about is how hot he was, how great he looked in those tights, or how amazing his voice is. It’s like she doesn’t even exists.

Blaine is the only person in the entire camp who is even in her league singing-wise. But the only reason Blaine currently has the upper hand is because of his stupid instruments. He can play like a million different kinds of instruments, and all Rachel can do is play a few songs on the piano.

And with Blaine’s two-month trip to the Vienna Institute of Music during the school year, he’s come back sharper than ever. It’s driving Rachel absolutely insane.

She’s not stupid, no matter what some people might think. Rachel notices things, and she definitely notices the way that Blaine looks at Kurt. It’s so obvious that they like each other, except that Kurt is a lot more subtle about it. Blaine’s too open about his feelings, which has caused the little curly-haired hobbit quite a lot of heartache. Exhibit A: the Jeremiah fiasco.

Right now, Blaine is delicate, fragile. Obviously, Blaine thinks that Kurt’s “the one” or something as ridiculously saccharine. After a string of failed romances, Rachel expects Blaine to know better. After all, they are half-siblings.

Rachel can use this golden opportunity to crush Blaine. She’s still smarting from his winning the sing-off last year. Before that, she hadn’t lost a competition in five years.

So unless she gets rid of Blaine, he’s going to become the best singer and performer in the entire camp. And that can’t happen as long as Rachel Berry is still at Camp Half-Blood.

All she has to do is get to Kurt. With Kurt, she can easily get to Blaine.

 

“So, what’s this for?” Kurt sits down as someone closes the door of the cabin.

“We have a certain process that all Aphrodite kids have to go through,” Gaelen says.

Kurt smiles eagerly and bounces in his seat. “So what is it? Do I get to design my own collection or something? Or maybe I can make my own fragrance!”

“You must make someone fall in love with you and then break their heart.”

Kurt blinks, stops bouncing, and wiggles in his seat uncomfortably. “I don’t think that’s a very fun process,” he finally says.

“Well, you have to do it,” Gaelen declares forcefully. “We’ve all done it, and it’s a requirement in here. Only then can you be a true son of Aphrodite.”

“Well who am I supposed to go after?” Kurt says, getting angry now. “It’s not like I have a ton of people lined up at the door waiting for me!”

“No, you don’t need a million,” Nick says slowly, standing next to Gaelen, with Jasmine on his side. “You only need one person. And since you’re gay, you need one guy. We have someone for you.”

Kurt sighs, frustrated. It’s not a nice thing to do, but he wants to be accepted in the only place he truly feels welcome.

“Okay, who do you have in mind?” he says wearily.

“Blaine, of course, from Apollo cabin.”

“What?” Kurt shrieks, standing up so fast that the chair topples over. “I-I won’t do that!

“You’re never going to be accepted by Mom if you don’t,” Nick warns.

Kurt shakes his head frantically. “I can’t do that, not to Blaine. He’s…he’s my friend. He’s the first friend I ever made here. He made me feel welcome and he helped me get claimed and everything. You don’t understand how much he’s helped me! Besides, he doesn’t even like me!”

Gaelen rolls his eyes. “Kurt, you are incredibly dim.”

“Hey!”

“I’m serious,” Gaelen cautions. “You have to do this. You won’t be accepted otherwise. And Blaine is so in love with you that it’s disgusting to watch.”

“Almost as disgusting as watching you and Jason play tonsil hockey?” Kurt sneers.

The entire cabin gasps, and a heavy silence falls. Gaelen narrows her eyes.

“Don’t cross me, Hummel,” Gaelen says dangerously after a few seconds of frightening silence. “I swear, don’t even bring Jason–”

“Is that why you like him?” Kurt says, his voice almost rising into a scream, his eyes wide and accusing. “You want to break his heart too?”

Gaelen rolls her eyes and places her hands on her hips, giving Kurt a look that would have had any sane person trembling with terror. “I’ve already done my initiation. I’ve been at camp for three years. And what goes on between me and Jason is none of your business.”

“It is my business, he’s my friend!” Kurt screeches.

“And he’s my boyfriend!” Gaelen cries, hands balling into fists. “You honestly don’t think that I truly like him? I expected more from my brother,” she mocks.

“Well, I’m reconsidering the sanity and mental health of the entire cabin right now, so I’m sorry if I’m questioning your actual feelings because apparently, you guys like to hurt other people’s feelings!”

Gaelen slams her hand down onto the table next to her. “Enough,” she says resolutely. “You’re going to make Blaine fall in love with you, and then you’re going to break his heart. It’s final. You have to do it, no exceptions.”

Gaelen looks at Nick, and he nods, walking over to Kurt. Nick escorts him out of the cabin, putting a hand on his back so he can’t turn around and throw something at his stupid counselor. He’s shaking from head to toe in anger and disbelief.

Blaine, he thinks. I can’t do this to Blaine.

But judging from the way Gaelen looked at him, he had no choice.

 

A/N: so sorry for the long update, I've had a hectic few days. so now there's drama in the story! oooooh.