Blaine had been sitting on the curb by his bags as he watched the mass of people mill about. He didn't know anyone yet, the rest of his classmates opting to not "babysit a bunch of brats and get eaten alive by mosquitoes".

He'd seen the tall boy with dark copper hair get out of the car with his father, sighing a bit as he watched their embrace. His father had rarely hugged him like that after he'd come out, which Blaine never fully understood because it's not like whether he liked boys or not changed anything about the person he was. But his dad never seemed to accept that, preferring to always keep Blaine at an arm's length, both physically and emotionally.

He'd been lost in thought when he heard the shrill voice pierce the air, followed by a grunt of protest and the sight of two bodies toppling to the pavement. He immediately stood, glancing around as the others nearby pretty much just ignored them and carried on with their own chatter. A few tossed a glance their way, but then returned to conversation as though it was a frequent occurrence that didn't warrant any more attention other than making sure that they weren't bleeding or dead.

Blaine left his bags on the curb and walked over to the pair, not sure exactly why his feet were moving him when there didn't seem to be any cause for alarm, but going along anyway. He reached them right as the girl (who he thought he'd heard the boy call Rachel) was rolling away, still caught in a fit of giggles. They didn't seem to be hurt in any way, but the boy was definitely miffed.

"Are you okay?" he asked, eyebrows knitted in concern as he looked down at them.

The boy raised is glare of irritation from the girl, expression softening when he saw Blaine.

"Yeah, fine, thanks. Just an...enthusiastic reunion of friends." Rachel got to her feet and dusted herself off, not even trying to look like she wasn't pleased before taking a few steps to talk to someone else she seemed to know.

Blaine chuckled. "Well, I'm glad you're alright. It would be a bad start to break something right before camp. Here." He held out his hand.

The boy looked at it for a moment as though confused, but after a brief pause took it and allowed Blaine to hoist him to his feet before releasing his grip. "Thanks. I'm Kurt, by the way. And that over there is Rachel."

"I'm Blaine. It's nice to meet you, Kurt." It was then that one of the coordinators came on over a megaphone, indicating that anyone who hadn't checked in had better get their butts in gear or they weren't going to be getting on the bus.

"Crap, that's me. I should go. But I'll see you on the bus!" Blaine picked up one of Kurt's fallen bags off of the ground, handing it to him as he shrugged the other onto his shoulders. He muttered his thanks before lumbering off, Rachel casting a quick smile back at Blaine before leaving her friend and following Kurt over to the registration table.

Blaine shuffled back off to where his bags were waiting on the curb, hoisting them up and moving over to where they were loading luggage into the back hatch of the bus. Two of the students were making feeble attempts to lift a rather large and bright pink bag into the back, sighing with relief as Blaine offered his assistance. The least he could do was make himself useful, he thought.

Kurt raced off to the registration table with Rachel hot on his heels. He was only moderately peeved with her for nearly killing him in the parking lot, but a majority of that resolve had melted away with the arrival of Blaine, who so easily broke the tension.

"I still can't believe you did that." He said, looking back at her as the girl behind the table found his name on the roster.

Rachel answered with a smirk, "Oh come on, Kurt! You know you love me. Plus, you got to talk to a cute boy out of it, so you can't hate me too much. Did you see those gorgeous hazel eyes? And that curly hair? What a dreamboat! And I'll bet you my next paycheck that he's gay- no straight guy I know would come to help someone who'd fallen over and completely ignore the girl. Now hurry up so we can get your stuff on the bus. I already took care of mine, and given how many people we're trying to fit on this bus, you don't want to be the one who ends up with your bags on your lap."

Kurt rolled his eyes, taking the camp assignment packet handed to him and thanking the girl before moving his things over to the back of the waiting bus. He seemed to be one of the last people to hand off his things, as evidenced by the several rows of bus seats that looked like a Tetris master had had their way with them. He held his bag up as far as he could manage, blocking his view as he struggled to hoist it into the rear of the vehicle, hoping he wouldn't be turned away and told that he had to hold his bag, and was surprised when a pair of hands lifted the weight easily from his arms. He looked up to see the boy from before- Blaine- his brain supplied moving his bag into the back before turning back to him.

Now that Rachel had mentioned it, he was pretty good looking, all dark wild curls and ridiculously strong looking arms and just a hint of stubble. Woah, Kurt. Don't get ahead of yourself. You just met the guy. And he might not even be gay.

"Hey! Get all checked in?" Blaine asked, reaching for Kurt's second bag that he'd held up. Kurt nodded, thankful that Blaine seemed to be able to find a spot for his stuff under one of the seats. "Good. Which camps will you both be with?" he inquired, trying to include Rachel in the conversation as well.

Rachel brightened, "Well, Kurt here hasn't even opened his packet yet," she elbowed him in the side, cueing Kurt to shoot her another look before tearing open the manila envelope he'd been given. "But I'll be at Camp Howard, which, if my research is correct, is one of the nicer camps out of the bunch. They have cabins with electricity and a superb view from one of the bluffs. I did research on all of the camps, just so I knew what I was in for when the time came. I like to be prepared for any possible outcome in a situation."

Blaine wasn't sure if it was good or bad news that he'd be sharing a camp with Rachel, but he decided to take it in stride. "Me too! At least I'll kind of know one person there. It seems like everyone else kind of already has their own groups of friends..." He looked around for a moment, then back to Kurt, who had extracted several sheets of paper from the envelope and was scanning them.

Before he could get a word out to ask where Kurt was going, the shriek from Rachel told Blaine that Kurt would be joining them at Camp Howard. He watched with amusement as Rachel wrapped her arms around Kurt, jumping up and down and exclaiming in a sing-song voice something about best friends and camping and how it was going to be the most magical experience of their lives.

"Looks like we'll all be together." Kurt said, extracting himself from Rachel's death grip. "I'll let you finish up here, then maybe we can sit near each other on the drive there? Since, you know, we'll be spending the next few weeks together and stuff. We can talk and get to know each other better. We'll save you a seat."

Rachel gave Kurt a playful jab and, as they turned to walk around to the front of the bus, Blaine could have sworn that he saw the faintest of blushes appear on Kurt's cheeks.