Chapter 02

First Love, Do You Remember? Please Remember Me!

Kurt Hummel sighed as he stepped over a rotten log. He was currently hiking back to the school with his cabin mates and the girls from cabin A after they had spent since Thursday in the woods. He just wanted to get back to his cabin and take a long shower; he was allowed fifteen minutes of shower time and planned on using every minute of it when he got back. They were running a little behind schedule because one of the boys had twisted their ankle on the hike to the camping spot on Thursday and today they had to keep making stops for him to rest. It was annoying to Kurt. It wasn't that he really minded these excursions but he really just liked spending his weekends lying in bed reading or drawing. But since he had been here at Vision Creek he rarely got to do that.

Kurt sat down on a log when his cabin leader called for them to make another stop so everyone could rest. He let out a sigh and readjusted the laces on his hiking boots. He felt someone bump into him as they sat down beside him on the log. It was his friend Trent Nixon. He smiled at Trent and then watched Rhys Kempenfelt who was his other friend here sit down beside him on the log.

"This is so stupid, he shouldn't make us stop just because stupid Chandler is a klutz and hurts himself." Rhys growled as he too adjusted the laces of his own hiking boots. Rhys didn't care very much for Chandler Kiehl they didn't get along that well.

Trent shook his head at his friend. "So Kurt, I was wondering you never answered the question last night..."

"Which question?" Kurt smiled at Trent.

"About your first love, who was he?" Trent and Rhys were both looking at Kurt with curious eyes.

Kurt chuckled and then rifled around in his bag, he always kept a picture of him, and he would never forget him. "I was fifteen at the time, it was shortly after I came out that I was gay to my dad, and he was my best friend...I realized that I had more than just friend feelings for him." He pulled the picture out and looked at it with a sigh. "He's gorgeous..." Kurt handed them the picture.

Trent smiled at the picture of a very happy looking Kurt at least two years younger than he was right now, with his arms wrapped around a short, curly black haired boy with an amazingly sexy smile that reached his eyes. "Is he gay too or was it a crush on a straight boy?" Trent wondered he himself had crushed on many straight boys.

"He is gay, he would be fifteen now, thirteen in that picture, it was before he came out to anyone but me, we were planning on becoming boyfriends..." Kurt shared with them.

"He is very good looking..." Trent smiled at Kurt. "Where is he now?"

Rhys took the picture and looked at it. The boy was very good looking, with his raven curls and medium olive skin; it looked natural skin color and not just a tan. He had his head rested on Kurt's shoulder and looked absolutely happy. "Yeah where is he?"

Kurt sighed when he took the picture back from him friends. "It's actually because of him that I'm here..." Kurt looked up at them and they were staring at him with concern. "Well it really wasn't his fault it was his mom's and step-dads fault. They took him away from me, moved out west. And I haven't heard from him since...He is probably really popular and has a gorgeous boyfriend just like him now." Kurt carefully placed the picture back in his bag and stood up.

"You weren't allowed to keep in touch with him?" Trent asked standing up too.

"No his step-dad didn't like the fact that I was gay and that he was spending so much time with me...they didn't know he was gay too." Kurt started walking following the rest of the group once they started moving again. Rhys and Trent followed behind him.

"Awe, how sweet Hummel actually loved someone..." A tall boy with medium brown hair said as he pushed past them.

"Shut it Sebastian, no one asked you..." Rhys spat at him. He didn't like this boy either; hell he didn't like a lot of people.

Sebastian Smythe gave the three of them a smirk. "Since I dated two out of the three of you I think I can comment on whatever the hell I want too."

Kurt grimaced at his words. He wouldn't really call it dating, they had been together for a week and Sebastian cheated on him. They were allowed to date at Vision Creek but they weren't allowed to do sexual things but that didn't stop half of the teenagers here, the councilors and teachers didn't really ever find out about it. "Stop reminding me that I was actually stupid enough to say yes to going out with you." Kurt growled.

"Same here...you cheated on both of us..." Trent piped up he was the other one that dated Sebastian.

"Well maybe if you both would have put out I wouldn't have to have cheated." Sebastian said with the smirk on his face.

Kurt and Trent glanced at each other and they both sighed. Kurt had never found out who Sebastian had cheated with but everyone that Sebastian ever started dating got their hearts stomped on by him.

"So what was the name of the boy you love Kurtsie?" Sebastian said in a falsely sweet tone.

Kurt didn't really want to tell Sebastian but he knew that Trent and Rhys were curious. "His name is Blaine...Blaine Anderson..."

Trent and Kurt carried on a conversation about the first boy that Trent had ever liked, Kurt thought it was cute but he didn't just like Blaine, he loved him. He knew that they were meant to be and that is why it had broken him when he was taken away from him. Kurt sighed as they came to the wooden bridge that crossed the river. They were almost back to the school. Shower here I come!

Blaine dumped his tray and followed Alex back out of the cafeteria. They were about half way across the yard before Alex said anything, Blaine jumped because of the sudden sound of his voice. He pulled the notebook to his chest again and let out a long breath. Alex gave him an apologetic smile and then continued with what he was saying.

"So you will be responsible of doing your own laundry, and we all share chores around here. The chores are kitchen duty, cleaning, chopping wood for preparing for cold weather. It rotates through the cabins of who does what." Alex told Blaine.

Blaine looked up at Alex and then opened his notebook. It's fine, I did all the chores at home. Nothing new to me... Blaine turned the notebook so Alex could read it.

Alex nodded at him. "But you won't be doing it alone, don't ever think the responsibility is only yours and if any of your cabin mates try to tell you it is, you either come to me or Will Schuester, who is your cabin leader." Alex knew how the boys treated the new kids and he hoped that they would take it easy on Blaine.

Blaine looked at the piece of paper trying to decide if he wanted to write anything else. Blaine nodded and then closed the notebook. He didn't really feel like carrying on a conversation right now after having to communicate so much with Emma earlier. He hugged the notebook again and made his way up the stairs and into the cabin. Alex stopped at the door and watched Blaine for a few minutes, then said bye, leaving Blaine alone.

Blaine sighed and headed towards his bed where he found his three bags lying on top of the bed. He quickened his pace and opened the first bag. This one pretty much held all of his clothes. He started unpacking it and putting the clothes neatly into the trunk at the end of his bed. When he was done with his clothes he folded the bag up and put it under his bed so it was out of the way. He opened the next one that held shoes, belts, a few jackets and hats and his bowties...he didn't know why those were in there he hadn't worn them in awhile. He pulled them out of the bag and set them neatly into the trunk beside his socks and underwear.

He walked back over the bag and pulled out the remainder of the items it held. He put his hats into the trunk too and arranged his shoes under the edge of the bed where they would be out of the way but easy to access. When that bag was completely empty he put it under the bed too. Blaine opened the last bag and sat down on the bed beside it. It held his personal items, things he had hidden from his mom because he knew she would have thrown them out. He pulled out a blue covered album, it wasn't very big but it was big enough to keep his important things in it. He ran his fingers over the words on the cover of it, it was a word that he would never forget and one of the few words he ever spoke out loud. "Kurt..." He mumbled and then bit his bottom lip.

Blaine opened the book and looked at the first page. It was a picture of Blaine with his best friend Kurt Hummel when they were younger, Blaine was six and Kurt was eight. Blaine was sitting on the knee of his dad and Kurt on the lap of his mother, Burt Hummel, Kurt's father could be seen in the background waving at the camera. Kurt and Blaine were both smiling brightly at the camera; Blaine knew his mother was taking the picture.

He ran his finger over the picture of Kurt's face. He let out a sigh and turned the page. There on the next page was a picture of both his and Kurt's parent with their arms around each other's shoulders smiling brightly at the camera. It was the last happy picture he had of either of their families, because shortly after this picture was taken their families had been broken. Blaine ran his fingers down the picture of his smiling father and wondered what his dad would think of him if he was still alive. Would he be disappointed?

The next picture was of him lying in bed with Kurt sitting on the side of the bed, with a book in his hand, he had been reading to Blaine. Even in this small picture Blaine could see the cover of the book, it was Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone. Blaine really loved Harry Potter. The next picture was of him and Kurt playing in the back yard of the Hummel's house, they were chasing each other around, he couldn't remember but he thought they were playing some sort of tag game that Kurt had made up. The next picture was of both of them sitting in the living room of the Hummel's house playing with toys, both smiling up at Kurt's dad who had snapped the picture, Blaine was eight in this picture and him and Kurt looked completely happy. Blaine flipped the page, the next picture was of him taken at the schools spelling bee contest, that Blaine had won first place and was smiling brightly at the camera. He was nine. The picture after that was, Blaine and Kurt sitting in front of the Christmas tree, with a stack of presents sitting on the floor in front of them.

There were a couple of blank pages that Blaine had to flip through, but he could still see the outline where the pictures had laid. He had taken the pictures out of the book to take to school with him for a class project but when he was bringing the pictures home his mother found them and burned them. Blaine had spent the night crying. He still remembered the pictures but was very pissed off that he would no longer be able to look at them. He let out a sigh and flipped to the page that held the last picture. The last picture was taken in Kurt's bedroom Kurt had one of his arms wrapped around Blaine's waist and the other stretched out so he could snap the picture. Blaine had his head rested on Kurt's shoulder. He was smiling at the camera. Blaine ran his finger over the picture of himself, he barely recognized the boy that was there staring up at him, he looked so alive and happy, the very opposite of what he felt right now. He felt the tears roll down his cheeks as he looked at Kurt's face in the picture. He snapped the book closed and stuffed it between the mattress and box spring; he didn't want anyone to find it.

Blaine let out a huff of air as he flung himself backwards on the bed, but then let out a groan when he landed on some of his other belongings that he hadn't taken care of yet. He sat back up and looked back at the things behind him. There was his I-pod, a few books, his sketchpad, an old beat up wooden box that held his art supplies and his journal. He picked them up and started putting them into the draw of the bedside table. The wooden box wouldn't fit so he placed it on the table beside the lamp and alarm clock.

When he was done he picked up Ender's Game by Orson Scott Card. The book was pretty old and tattered but it was one of his favorite books to read. He climbed up on the bed, propping himself against the headboard and started to read.

Kurt let out a groan as the group broken out into the grounds of Vision Creek, they were finally to the school and he could relax all day tomorrow. He really wanted at shower and to get just lay on his soft clean bed. Kurt followed Trent, Rhys and Sebastian across the grounds towards their cabin, a lot of the other boys were planning on just dropping off their bags and then going to grab a late lunch, but Kurt didn't care about food right now he just wanted to get a shower.

Will was about to tell the boys what he wanted them to do when he heard Alex calling his name. He turned to see Alex jogging across the yard towards him and the boys. "Hey, sorry we are running behind, Chandler sprained his ankle on the way up and it took longer getting back than I expected it too..." Will said to Alex when he came to a stop beside him.

"Oh it's fine, how is Chandler, he should go see Kel..." Alex looked around at the boys. They all stopped too, they seemed to want to know what Alex was going to talk to Will about. "I just wanted to let you know that your new camper his here, he is in the cabin waiting for you guys...here's his folder." Alex handed Will the folder and then smiled at the boys, they seemed to be curious. "Okay I want all you boys to go drop your things off and head to get some food...I'll be right there..." Will said to the boys as they trudged across the grounds, they all looked pretty dead on their feet but he wanted to make sure they got some food. "That means you too Kurt..." Will added when he notice Kurt look at him and roll his eyes.

"I will get food after I have a shower..." Kurt said in a matter of fact tone. "I smell and I can't stand all this dirt..."

"Princess has got dirt under his nails and is going to have a panic attack if you tell him he can't have a shower Schue..." Sebastian smirked at Kurt when he gave him a glare.

"Knock it off with the names Sebastian..." Will scolded and then turned his attention back to folder in his hand and Alex. "So how bad is this one...Blaine?"

"He's been through a lot and he refuses to talk so just make sure the guys go easy on him, he is scared to death of being touched." Alex filled Will in on everything that was in the folder and what Emma had found out about Blaine. "I'm sure he will warm up to them in time..."

Will nodded and looked in the direction of the cabin. "Well I better get to it then..." They said bye to each other and Will made his way into the cabin.

Blaine jumped when the cabin was suddenly flooded with noise and nine teenage boys came flooding in through the door. He didn't know how this was going to go but hoped that he wouldn't have any problems with any of these boys. Blaine looked back down at his book and noticed his hands started trembling again slightly. He shook himself mentally trying to control his emotions but knew it wasn't going to help the shaking any. Blaine looked back up when he heard one of the guys say something.

"Okay guys you have a new cabin mate..." A curly haired man said as he made his way across the room towards Blaine. He had a big smile on his face.

Blaine looked past the man, who he assumed was the cabin leader to the boys standing around the room. Blaine's eyes fell on a tall, slender, chestnut brown haired boy, who had his arms folded across his chest. Blaine felt his eyes go wide and seemed to mirror the boys own eyes. The boy rushed forward towards Blaine and stopped at the end of the bed. Blaine stood up and wrapped his arms around himself as he looked at the boy. He dropped his gaze slightly and then looked around the room at the other boys. There were now two boys standing behind the other boy they both had expressions of confusion or shock on their faces. Blaine thought maybe he should pretend that he didn't know the boy maybe that would be best. But he couldn't believe what he was seeing, the beautiful, sweet, loving, boy, My Angel... was staring at him wide-eyed but Blaine still didn't know if he wanted to let him know that he was only acting as if he didn't know him.

Blaine looked at him again and his face was practically screaming at Blaine, I'm not a stranger! I am yours!  Blaine didn't know if he was reading the expression right or if he just wished that was what he was saying. He couldn't believe the anger that he was feeling at that very moment, he didn't think his anger was directed at this angel faced- teenage boy standing in front of him but he knew it was at his mother for taken Blaine away from him. The tears started to drip down the face of the teenager, it made Blaine feel bad but he couldn't let himself go there, could he? Maybe the tears had been flowing longer than Blaine realized because his eyes looked extremely sore.

This gorgeous curly haired boy had aged, sure it had only been two years but it felt longer to Kurt because the boy was now starting to look masculine, not so boyish, he hadn't really grown much in height wise he was smaller than Kurt, but he could tell that he wasn't the same thirteen year old that he loved. Kurt could see the misery when their eyes met, I know you see me, it's me! He was screaming inside his head.

Blaine was afraid to talk to him, hell he was afraid to talk to anyone, talking wasn't one of his things anymore it was easier to stay quiet. But he wanted to talk to him he wanted to yell, to cry to...hell he didn't know what he wanted to do. He felt numb, his hands started tingling. This made him realize that he couldn't let this boy back in, he was too damaged, too scarred. Blaine fidgeted with the long sleeves covering his arms, right now the scars were all hidden but for some reason he thought his angel, no not my angel, could see what he was hiding. Blaine thought that he must seem crazy not to talk to the porcelain skinned boy standing in front of him, but he was just painfully shy, and he was afraid that if he looked him in the eyes and held his gaze that the angel would know his scars ran a lot deeper than the ones that marred his wrists. He had felt alone and cold for so long that he didn't know if he could let him back in. The warmth was there though, he was just afraid to take it. Kurt...do you remember me? 

Kurt didn't want to seem like he was afraid of the boy but he couldn't breathe, his whole body was numb. I'm not alone anymore, I'm not alone! Kurt didn't know what to do he didn't know if he should be angry that his gorgeous boy was just standing there ignoring him or if he should be happy that he was in his sights again. He couldn't do anything, numbness took away all thought of reacting, but for some reason he felt relief. "Blaine..." Please remember me...