"Who's the newcomer?" Blaine whispers to Jason as two campers carry a pale boy up the hill and towards the Big House. "Is he okay?"

"I don't know yet," Jason admits, rubbing his neck. "But I helped get him bandaged and everything. He's got some nasty bruises though. Very pale boy. Thin, too. I don't know how he lasted so long. Has a pretty face. Probably is an Aphrodite kid."

"Were you checking him out?" Blaine teases, and laughs when Jason blushes.

"I am as straight as Apollo's arrows," Jason retorts. "Plus, I was hoping that he would be more of your type."

"I am not going to fall in love with the first gay guy that you meet," Blaine sniffs. "I'm sorry, but I would like to think that I have higher standards than that."

"Come on Blaine, I'm just trying to help. That last time with Jeremiah—"

"Okay, that incident is something that should never be mentioned again, even on pain of death," Blaine says quickly. "Let's just… Let's go see if we can help."

The two boys walk together towards the Big House, and Jason gives himself a secret smile.

"He'll be fine," Chiron assures Jason gently. "You managed to stop most of the bleeding, so he should heal in a few days."

"Do you know what his name is?" Blaine asks curiously.

"One of the campers told me that his name was Kurt," Chiron replies. "I hope that he'll be claimed soon. Hermes cabin is getting much too full…"

Chiron walks out of the room and Jason kneels down, inspecting the bandages, making disapproving noises. "He needs the spider silk bandages. These won't last long."

"How do you know?" Blaine asks stupidly. While he's absolutely amazing with instruments and singing, he sucks at the healing part. That's more of Jason's forte.

Jason points at a red spot on the boy's upper arm. "That's blood. It's already starting to leak through. I'll go change them. Wait here and watch him for me."

Jason gets up and Blaine sits down, crossing his legs, staring at the boy. He looks really young, with an almost angelic face. Blaine would have thought that he was a ten-year-old if it wasn't for the boy's height. He had a long, thin frame and pale skin. The little rays of sunlight illuminated his chocolate brown hair.

There is no way this boy can be in any cabin but Aphrodite. He's too beautiful.

Don't get attached Blaine, he thinks. You're just watching him until Jason comes back with the bandages.

But his fingers creep forward until he finds himself stroking at the skin on his cheek. It feels so silky, so soft, and Blaine grabs the nearest washcloths and rubs a bit of dirt off of his face.

Jason knocks at the door, carrying a small box. He settles down, opens it, and begins to work on the boy with a precision and air of someone who was very skilled in their job. Jason also cleans his arms and legs so that there's no more dirt or blood on his skin, and dabs some of the medicinal mixture that heals cuts and bruises and gets rid of scars.

Brushing his hands, Jason gets up and smiles satisfactorily. "There. He'll be just fine. But I'll ask Chiron to care for him, just in case he wakes up."

"I'll do it," Blaine blurts out, feeling his blush going below his collarbone and into the roots on his hair.

"Are you sure?" Jason asks, tugging down his sleeves. "I mean, no offense, but you kind of suck at healing."

"Thanks bro," Blaine says dryly. "But you can help me. Eric can give me a hand, too, if he wants to."

"Well, in that case, he's all yours," Jason says, walking out the door. "Don't do anything stupid!" he shouts over his shoulder, and Blaine hears the sound of the door closing.

He stretches out on the floor, looking at the boy. Blaine wonders what colors his eyes could be. If he was lucky, maybe blue eyes. Oh, Blaine loved blue eyes so much. Green would be even better.

Blaine yawns and snuggles his head against the blankets, looking at the boy one last time to make sure that he is asleep, and dozes off himself.

"Blaine, wake up. Bro, wake up now. Blaine!" Jason shouts.

Blaine mutters something and rolls onto his side, his hand touching the boy's face. Jason sniggers and shakes Blaine a little harder. "Blaine, come on, dinner is ready."

He sighs and blinks wearily. "What?"

"Dinner time," Jason says happily. "Stop snuggling with the kid and let's eat!"

"I wasn't snuggling," Blaine retorts.

Jason rolls his eyes. "Okay, you can be in denial, that's cool. But we got to get our butts down there before Mr. D has my ass on a platter."

Blaine stretches his arms, yawning, and throws off the blankets. "How long was I sleeping?"

"For about a few hours," Jason replies, pulling Blaine out the door. The cool night air hits Blaine full-force and he takes a deep breathe.

"Smells great," Blaine comments as they walk towards the dining pavilion. There's a line of Apollo campers, and Jason claps his hands and calls them into place.

"Get in line! You know the order!" Blaine is third in line, right behind Lilia.

When all of them are in order, Jason leads them to the dining area and they get their food. Blaine doesn't really realize how hungry he is until he's hit with the delicious smell of barbeque chicken.

They all scrape off a part off their plate and toss it into the fire, and Blaine whispers, "Father," before throwing in the juiciest chicken he can find.

"Shish ish delishioush," Blaine says through mouthfuls of chicken and mashed potatoes when he sits back down.

"You are a pig," Lyra sniffs conceitedly from the opposite side of him. "With that kind of behavior, we might as well send you to the Ares cabin." She jerks her head towards the table full of dirty kids stuffing their faces full of food, shouting loudly and belching.

"Lyra, give it a rest," Jason snaps. "Being in Apollo cabin doesn't make you the best in the world."

"Tell that to the Aphrodite kids, and I'll take back my words," Lyra retorts, petting her lips gently with her napkin.

The sickeningly-sweet smelling table is covered with pink and blue and purple. They were the hottest girls and boys in New York, period, possibly even in the whole United States. Unfortunately, they were also the most stuck-up and arrogant.

Blaine leans over to Jason. "I think that the newcomer really is in Aphrodite."

Jason shrugs. "I thought so. We'll have to wait and see though. We can never be too sure until he's actually claimed. Let's just hope that he doesn't act like them."

A girl with curly black hair that ran down her back flounced up towards their table. "Hi Jason," she says sweetly, her long eyelashes fluttering against her cheekbones.

Jason turns beet red and drops his fork onto his plate with a clatter. "H-hi Gaelen," he stutters.

"How are you?" she asks delicately, tossing her hair back over her shoulder.

"F-fine," he says shakily, and Blaine is trying his very best not to laugh, so he just bows his head and eats quietly.

"Can you please manage to squeeze in another hour for me tonight?" Gaelen asks, twirling her hair between her fingers. "I mean, I just really don't get the hang of archery," she simpers, smiling at him. "I think I need a lot more practice."

For a gay boy, I think she has a pretty nice smile, Blaine concedes.

"Of course!" Jason shouts too loudly, causing a few heads to turn his way. "I mean, of course," he adds softly. "Anything."

Gaelen smiles widely and waves goodbye at him. "I'll see you later."

She walks back to the Aphrodite table and it's all giggles in that area. Jason groans and bangs his head on the table.

"I was a total idiot," he says when he resurfaces. Blaine lays a hand on his shoulder.

"It wasn't that bad," Blaine lies, patting his back. "I mean, at least you didn't choke on your food like last time."

"Don't remind me," Jason mumbles. For the rest of dinner, he keeps his head down and refuses to look anywhere else, especially the Aphrodite table.

Kurt's head hurts so badly that it makes him tear up a bit, and he blinks before looking around.

He's in some kind of hovel, with sticks for a roof and mud for a floor. He crinkles his nose and tries to move, except it feels like someone tied an elephant to his arm and he's unable to move any of his limbs.

He hears someone open the door, and Kurt panics, trying to move or do something. He quickly closes his eyes and tries to breathe evenly.

Someone is moving things around, and there's the sound of liquid being poured. There's a clinking of glasses, and Kurt feels the bed dip down a little.

As soon as he feels a hand touch him, Kurt screams and punches the person in the face.

"Holy fuck!" he shouts, and Kurt opens his eyes and sees a curly-haired boy sprawled on the floor, a shattered cup next to him and some drink all over the floor.

"What the hell was that for?" he shouts, and Kurt is confused.

"Why'd you touch me?" Kurt yells back. "Are you a rapist?"

The other boy raises an eyebrow. "Don't flatter yourself," he snaps, standing up and rubbing the side of his face, which is now sporting a big purple bruise.

"Y-you scared me," Kurt whispers sheepishly.

"Well, if you're well enough to punch, then you can stand up. Get up now," the boy says coldly.

"I'm staying here for as long as I want," Kurt says snobbishly, even though he would really rather die than stay in this hut a second longer.

The boy rolls his eyes. "You are so an Aphrodite kid."

"What?"

"Nothing. Forget it."

And then the door slams shut.

Chiron leans over to examine the bandages. "Are they ready to be taken off? He looks like he's in good form."

Jason scratches his chin thoughtfully. "I'm not sure, to be honest. Let's just try and see how it goes. There's no more blood as far as I can tell."

He reaches forward and gently pulls off the bandages, and Kurt whimpers.

When Jason removes every single wrap, the skin has healed, and it looks as smooth and pale as before.

Kurt smiles happily and strokes his skin. "There are no scars," he says wondrously.

"That's the power of the special bandages," Jason smiles. He rests a hand on Kurt's back, pushing him forward. "Come on, you need to drink this."

Jason tilts a glass towards Kurt's lips, and he drinks cautiously. The moment the liquid hits his tongue, it feels like liquid nirvana. He tastes his mother's homemade pumpkin pie and the smell of his favorite Dior perfume and oh my god why didn't people live off of this stuff?

"This is amazing," Kurt gasps when he finishes drinking.

Jason nods. "It's nectar."

"Like from the flower?"

Chiron laughs deeply and shakes his head. "No, not the flower nectar. This is…," Chiron looks at Jason, "this is nectar from the gods."

Kurt rolls his eyes. "I'm an atheist."

Jason fights a smile. "No, not like a religion. But real gods."

"They don't exist."

A rough wind rattles the windows outside, and Kurt jumps and shrieks, and the wind seems to shake the entire building before it stops.

"Don't say that," Jason warns. "You're going to piss them off."

"Dear lad, they are not the gods of the human race. They are the Olympian gods."

Kurt takes a shaky breath. "No."

"I'm afraid so."

"Is that… Is that why they chase me?"

Jason inhales sharply, and leans forward a bit. "What chases you?"

"Boys, and girls, and…monsters," Kurt whispers fearfully, looking around. "I see them. They don't do anything, but I see them. Sometimes they chase me."

"Girls and boys chase you?" Chiron asks curiously.

Kurt nodded. "They like me a lot. They come to me. But I don't really…"

Chiron smiles comfortingly. "It's okay. Let's take you to dinner. Hopefully we will see who your parent really is."

"My dad is Burt Hummel," Kurt says. "My mother… She died when I was young."

Jason's eyes have an excited look in them, and it kind of scares Kurt a little.

The two of them bring Kurt outside the Big House and Jason swings his arms over his neck, shuffling towards the dining pavilion.

Kurt spots the curly haired boy from before and they meet eyes briefly before Kurt looks away.

"We have a newcomer," a drawling voice says from the front, and Kurt sees a fat man who is in desperate need of a makeover. "His name is… What's his name?"

Chiron whispers in his ears, and the fat man nods. "Yeah, it's Kurt something, so yay, let's eat."

Kurt spots a table full of perfectly dressed kids, the scent of Marc Jacobs perfume and cologne wafting towards him, and he eagerly walks over before Jason pulls him back.

"Whoa, calm down now," Jason says. "You can't sit there."

"Why not?" Kurt demands, eying a Chanel coat jealously, which he knows would look absolutely fabulous on him.

"You haven't been claimed yet," Jason explains patient, trying to hold Kurt back. "You have to sit with the Hermes table before your mom claims you as your son." He points to a table full of rowdy kids, and a few are hanging off the edge of the seats because it's so crowded. Kurt shakes his head nervously.

"My mother is dead."

Jason shakes his head. "No, your real mother is a goddess."

"That makes no sense," Kurt says shakily. "You're lying."

"Unfortunately, I'm not lying. My dad is Apollo, god of the sun, music, prophecy, poetry, healing, and stuff like that."

"Your dad must be awesome," Kurt says, jealousy and longing evident in his tone.

"He's okay. He's pretty funny and all. What's up with your dad?"

"He's just…difficult," Kurt sighs, sitting down at the edge of the Hermes table. "I mean, he's…not too accepting."

"Of what?"

"Of my…sexuality," Kurt says, blushing. "He's not…He has a hard time accepting it."

Jason is inwardly jumping and screaming for joy, mostly for Blaine anyways.

"If I'm right, your mother and your cabin won't discriminate at all."

Kurt looks up, his big blue eyes scared. "Are you sure?"

"Positive," Jason grins, and claps him on the shoulder. Kurt winces when Jason turns and walks away.

Kurt's eyes follow him and he watches as Jason sits down next to the curly haired boy. He's smiling and laughing, a stark contrast to the scowling boy that he encountered before.

"So, pretty boy, what's your name?" a boy says next to him, smiling lecherously.

Kurt stares at him with an affronted expression and turns away.

Throughout the entire dinner, Kurt doesn't eat anything. But people keep staring at him like he's some kind of shiny prize. And then they start to smile at him and make dirty jokes or dirty pickup lines and Kurt wants to hurt someone by the time it's all over.

Someone taps his shoulder and Kurt really doesn't want to turn around until he hears Jason say his name. He sees that he's brought the curly boy with him, who looks like he doesn't know want to be here.

"Hi Kurt! This is Blaine."

"We've met," Blaine says.

"He took care of you when you were still unconscious," Jason explains, unaware of the tension between those two. "He's absolute pants at healing, but he was nice enough to do so."

"Really?" Kurt asks, smiling without realizing it. Maybe he was pretty mean to him after all.

Blaine blushes and looks down. "Y-yeah, but it was a…a team effort.

"I'm Kurt," he says.

"Blaine."

They stand and smile hesitantly to each other, and Jason claps his hands together happily. "Okay, well we got to get back. Cabins can't intermingle during meals. We'll see you later!" Blaine waves while Jason pulls him back towards the Apollo table.

Kurt has to sleep on the ground that night, and it's killing his back. There aren't enough beds in the stupid Hermes cabin, so he has to make do with a sleeping bag.

He lies there awake, even when it is way past midnight and everyone is asleep. Kurt tries to recall everything he knows about Greek mythology. He's smart, he pays attention in class. This shouldn't be too hard.

He knows that Hermes is the god of traveling and messengers. That's why he has the winged sandals and stuff. The caduceus is the symbol for pharmacies and doctors.

Aphrodite… Those must have been the kids that he wanted to sit with tonight. She was the goddess of love, beauty, and sexuality. She must have a gorgeous closet, Kurt thought.

Athena was the brainiac. Ares liked to punch people. Demeter made fruit.

Then Zeus and Hera were like, the leaders of all of them. They were boring to Kurt, personally. He didn't find the frontrunners interesting at all. It's always the people that do everything to make the leaders look good that he loved to know about.

Then Artemis and Apollo were twins. So that made Jason and Blaine kind of like…brothers, and Artemis's nephews. Now that he thought about it, everyone was kind of related in some way. And that was quite cool, kind of like an extended family. He could get used to that. It wasn't like he was used to much of a family anyways.

And then he begins to yawn, feeling the effects of staying up late starting to come to him now. He snuggles into his pillow, and tries his best to sleep, despite the immense pain that his back will go through in the morning.

A/N: so this is the first chapter of this story! I'm hoping to continue it, if people actually like what I've written so far.

Just as a reading guide, here's a list of recurring OC's that I will be using. I haven't mentioned all of them yet though:

Jason—head counselor for Apollo

Eric—Apollo camper

Lyra—Apollo camper

Sarah—head counselor for Athena

Gaelen—head counselor for Aphrodite