Neither boy was sure how it happened. Perhaps it was the cool breeze wafting through the cabin or the adrenaline from their encounter earlier finally wearing off, but the next thing Blaine knew, he was waking up sprawled across his mattress, feet still dangling off from when he'd been sitting up earlier.

He opened his eyes slowly, blinking against the sunlight streaming in through the thin curtains, before realizing that he wasn't alone in the bed. There was an arm draped across his midsection- an arm that belonged to Kurt.

Blaine looked over in surprise- he remembered Kurt laying down on the mattress next to him, but didn't seem to recall himself lying down or drifting off. He knew that this would be filed under 'all kinds of inappropriate' by the camp staff, but at least they were alone in the cabin and no one had seen. The only ones that needed to know about their little nap were them.

Blaine's watch told him that it was just about 6pm- almost time for dinner.

"Kurt...?"

The other boy stirred, moving closer and wrapping his arm tighter around Blaine's torso. Blaine couldn't help the grin that formed.

"Kurt, it's dinnertime. If we don't go eat now, we won't get anything until breakfast tomorrow."

Kurt grumbled something that sounded like "Five more minutes" and at that point Blaine couldn't hold in the chuckle.

The motion of his laughter jostled Kurt just enough to bring him to consciousness, and he blearily opened his eyes. It took him a moment to realize where he was and who he was holding onto. He sat up quickly, rubbing at his face.

"What...? Oh no, I'm so sorry Blaine! I didn't realize-I mean, I didn't mean to, but I-did we?"

Blaine nodded. "Yep. We performed the ultimate sin of napping together at camp. You, Mr. Sparrow, are a bad influence." He waggled his index finger at Kurt for emphasis, trying and failing to match it with a stern expression.

Kurt groaned and rolled over to the other side of the mattress.

"How embarrassing."

"Nah, I was out of it too. I just hope I didn't drool on you or something. Not exactly a super attractive thing to do."

Kurt was rubbing at his eyes again, a grimace of pain on his features, and Blaine was just about to ask if he was okay when Kurt pulled away, a contact lens on his finger.

"Ah, I shouldn't have slept in these. They hurt like hell if I don't take them out before sleeping."

He got up, then, moving over to his own bed area and digging through a few bags before he found the lens case. He dipped the one on his finger into one side and took a moment to repeat the action for the other eye. When he turned around, he was pulling on a pair of black-framed glasses, and Blaine felt a lump form in his throat.

From day one he'd recognized Kurt as an attractive human being- it was just a something about him that couldn't go unnoticed, at least not if you had functioning eyes. But the glasses just added...a little something extra.

"Those glasses...are nice."

Kurt reached up to touch the frames, feeling a bit self-conscious. "Oh. Yeah, I never wear them unless I absolutely have to. I know I probably look like a total nerd. Not that that's a bad thing, but it's just not how I normally present myself."

"I think they make you look cute."

Blaine clapped his hands over his mouth. "Please tell me you didn't hear that even though we're the only two people here and I said it at completely normal volume and oh god I'm just making an idiot of myself aren't I?"

Kurt paused for a moment, grinning. "That's okay. Sometimes things just slip out. I mean, I am pretty fabulous after all." He winked at Blaine then, who was pretty sure his heart was going to leap up his throat and flop around right there on the cabin floor.

Kurt just kept smiling at him. "Ready for dinner?"

Blaine's stomach rumbled in response, and both boys burst into laughter.

"Let's get you some food before that thing decides to rebel."

Dinner was delicious. As far as camp food went, Howard was definitely above par. Tonight's offering was shepherd's pie with dinner rolls, salad and fruit as sides, and little cups of pudding for dessert. The boys found seats at a table usually reserved for visitors and staff (Kurt had checked in with Jerico at their cabin's table, but had been told that he was still off duty and that he didn't need to come back until the meeting tonight), eating with gusto and chatting mostly with each other.

"What do you want to do now?" Blaine asked, after they'd finished dessert. "I mean...not to be presumptuous or anything to think that you'd still want to hang out after being together all day. After all, now that we're cabin mates we'll be together practically all day every day for the next two weeks." He smiled- even just saying the sentence out loud made him happy. "I hope you don't get sick of me."

Kurt scoffed. "Please. After spending the last five days with that idiot, you're a breath of fresh air. Now what do you say to that hike we didn't get to do earlier? We have a few hours to kill before campfire, and I need to burn off all this extra energy from that nap I somehow obtained." He rose, and Blaine followed him out to the porch.

This time there was no awkward standing around- they seemed to silently agree to take the same path as before, walking side by side. They walked past the wooden swing from before, and Kurt flushed a bit at the memory of what almost was. He'd never been in a situation like this before- was he supposed to bring it up into conversation? Were they even supposed to talk about it, or just ignore that it had ever even happened? But nothing did happen, so what was he even so worried about? Maybe he should just-

"Penny for your thoughts?"

Blaine had been watching Kurt for the last few minutes as they made their way along the path. His eyes had glazed over a bit as though deep in thought, and his brow was knitted in what appeared to be either concentration or concern, Blaine couldn't decide which.

Kurt looked up. "Just thinking about...stuff."

They'd followed the path far enough along that there was a break in the trees and a small creek that wound its way down the hillside. Blaine hopped up onto one of the large flat rocks lining the water and held his hand out to Kurt. He took it cautiously and it all felt very 'Aladdin helping Jasmine onto the flying carpet' in Kurt's mind, but he refrained from making any comment.

Blaine settled back onto the boulder once Kurt was up top and leaned back, supporting himself on his hands and crossing his feet. Kurt positioned himself next to Blaine, their shoulders barely touching, and found himself faced with a spectacular view. The forest they were in was mostly evergreen trees, but off in the distance was a sea of every color imaginable. Yellows and reds and oranges of the coniferous trees that had just begun to shed their leaves for the season. He was in awe.

"Kurt..."

Blaine's voice from his right caught his attention, and he turned to face him. Kurt thought he looked like he was having some sort of internal struggle, but decided to wait and see what he had to say.

"I just wanted to say that...that I'm very happy we'll be rooming together now."

"Me too, Blaine."