Kurt may have intentionally woken his cabin up ten minutes early to ensure they would be down at the bathrooms by the time Blaine and his boys arrived. Leaving Jackal back at the cabin to keep an eye on a few stragglers, the rest of his group shuffled down the trail, barely speaking to one another as they carried their toiletry bags down to the building. Kurt ushered them inside but held back to lean against a tree and wait. It'd be crowded enough as it is in there, and he didn't want to add to the fray.

He'd only closed his eyes for a moment before he heard the voice from behind him, thick with morning grogginess.

"'Morning."

Kurt couldn't help the smile that rose to his lips as he opened his eyes and turned.

"Good morning yourself, Mr. Warbler." He watched Blaine's kids file past and into the bathroom. "And how are you this fine day?"

Blaine shook his head a bit. "This whole having to get ten kids up and ready in the morning without coffee first thing is hard. I never truly believed that I needed it to function each day until right about now."

Kurt hummed sympathetically, eyes following Jackal as he escorted the last two boys into the bathroom.

"Things still rough with the roommate?" Blaine asked.

Kurt nodded. "He seems to have moved past one-word answers. We're up to almost complete sentences now!" he chuckled, "I still don't get what his issue with me is. I keep going back over all our interactions, wondering if I offended him in some way."

"Maybe he's just a jackass."

The next morning, Blaine was awake and shuffling about the cabin when he heard a knock at the door. Not sure who to expect at this hour, he padded over, still in his pajamas, and opened it to find an empty stoop. That is, empty except for a steaming mug of-

"Coffee!"

Blaine looked around, looking for confirmation of who he knew had to be behind this pleasant gift. He picked up the mug, breathing deep as he took a sip. It was perfect. Today was going to be a good day.

He caught up with Kurt at breakfast, helping get the kids settled at their table with Badger before scanning the hall. He spotted Kurt's head of dark copper hair easily in the crowd and moved up behind him.

"So, a little birdie left me a rather nice present on my stoop this morning..." He leaned over and whispered into Kurt's ear. "I don't suppose you had anything to do with that, Sparrow?"

Kurt jumped a bit at the feeling of unexpected hot breath on his neck, but managed to arrange his face into somewhat of a confused look before turning to Blaine.

"I have no idea what you're talking about. Someone would have to be crazy to sneak down to the dining hall early, bribe the cook with their smooth talk, then carry a hot mug of coffee all the way back to the cabins. Must've been the coffee fairy."

Blaine smiled, "Well, tell the coffee fairy thank you for me if you see them. It really made my morning ten times better. I've got to get back to my table, but I'll see you at lunch, if not sooner."

He straightened up and started walking back to his own table. He was too lost in his own thoughts to notice Jackal eying them both from the other end of the table.

It was later that day when Kurt had gone to take his first shower that it happened. He retrieved a change of clothes and his bag of shower supplies from the cabin and made his way into the building. The showers were nothing fancy- just a row of showerheads with chest-high tile divider walls and a curtain to pull across each one on the open side.

Jackal was already in one of the stalls, rinsing some shampoo out of his hair and looking like he was nearly finished. Kurt gave him a cordial smile, quickly taking the stall furthest away and closed the curtain to begin undressing, setting his items on the provided shelf.

"You gay or something?" The voice rang out, echoing against the tiles.

Kurt stilled, his hands hovering above his bag where he'd just placed his jeans. Unsure of whether it would be wise to answer or not, he stayed motionless, not daring to breathe as he weighed his options. He heard the water of Jackal's shower stop, then the slap of wet feet across the floor. The curtain of his shower ripped open and Kurt turned, backing against the wall.

Jackal stood with a towel around his waist, still dripping from the shower. His eyes burned with something Kurt had only seen once before, something in the eyes of his high school bully when he'd threatened to kill him- hatred. He took a step into the stall, cornering Kurt.

"I saw you watching me undress the other day, you pervert. And shamelessly flirting with that Warbler kid. Badger says he's a queer too. You wanna suck his dick? Bet you do, you nasty mother fucker."

Kurt just stared, unable to make his mouth form words.

"Disgusting, that's what you people are. Bunch of faggots. The world would be so much better without you perverts in it."

Kurt braced himself, unsure of what would happen next. The silence of waiting was deafening.

But then, the creak of the bathroom door snapped everything back into its place. Someone else was here. Someone to help him. Someone to-

No...

Badger.