"Stand still,"

"It hurts, Kurt,"

"I know, but if we're going to go swimming we need to put this on your scars to protect you from hurting even more,"

"Kurt I don't need this stuff, I've cut myself plenty of times before,"

"Blaine, please, I'm almost done," Kurt pretended to look sad as he pouted at Blaine. Blaine sighed.

"Fine," Blaine mumbled.

"Gosh, you'd do anything he says," Finn observed waiting to use the bathroom. Blaine winced as Kurt put the cotton of torture supply on his face. Kurt called it something else, but Blaine insisted it was torture supply.

"You ready to get lunch boys?" Burt called from the living room.

"I still haven't gone to the bathroom yet, Kurt took an hour to get ready, and he's giving Blaine make up lessons!" Finn complained.

"For your information Finn, I'm not giving him make-up lessons I'm putting on some herb oil that will soothe the pain from his cuts, you should be grateful that I don't give you outfit lessons" Kurt snapped, turning back to Blaine's aid. Blaine smiled at Kurt looking at him adoringly while he was talking to Finn.

"Kurt I don't think Blaine should be swimming with the amount of cuts he has he's lucky they aren't deep but it will still be just as painful for him," Carole said after getting a bag ready for the day at the pool and then they were going to head of to the park.

"I have to agree with you Carole, I don't think the pool is a good idea," Kurt sighed. Blaine looked up incredulously.

"I thought you wanted me to swim?" Blaine said surprised.

"Of course I do, but I'm not letting you go in there with the amount of cuts you have mister, we can have fun at the park," Kurt assured.

"Don't you want to swim?"

"Nah not really," Kurt smiled.

"Yeah because you won't be in there with him," Finn rolled his eyes.

"Finn quit hassling Kurt," Carole laughed.

"Could I just please use the bathroom, I'm sure Blaine will survive for the time being?" Finn ignored Kurt's glare and walked in the bathroom locking the door as they stepped aside.

"There you're done," Kurt put away the cotton and wiped the herb oil away into an aid kit.

"Burt what were you telling Finn when you went out last night?" Carole asked as she met him outside of the cabin waiting for the boys to come out.

"To treat Blaine as if he were his brother, because we might be getting a new member of the family if Blaine continues to behave like he is now," Burt looked towards where Blaine was coming out laughing at something Finn had obviously said because Kurt was arguing back at him.

"I don't think that's a problem," Carole smiled.

"I know, I just thought I might give Finn a heads up," Burt agreed.

"KURT STOP!" Blaine yelled heart racing. Kurt and Blaine had been playing tips and he was exhausted, Kurt turned around on his heel running back.

"Are you okay? Do your scars hurt?" Kurt asked when suddenly Blaine tackled him to the ground.

"Got ya!"

"BLAINE!" Kurt squealed as he hit the soft grass.

"Boys play nice!" Burt shouted as Carole laughed telling him they were innocent which was true as Blaine was just tickling Kurt.

"Carole they are particularly screaming 'kiss me' to each other, and Kurt never acts like he is now with anyone else," Burt said to Carole at one of the tables in the park as they watched the two boys.

"Blaine, stop it you're like a 5 year old!" Kurt giggled oblivious to his parent's conversation.

"Awww come on Kurt, look I made you laugh!" Blaine grinned.

"I know Burt, which is why we should let Kurt be happy for once right? If something goes wrong, than it's our job to step in then," Carole replied. Burt nodded.

"What are you doing?" Blaine screamed laughing when Kurt gently turned him around so his back was on the ground and Kurt was on top. Kurt held Blaine down on the grass as he laughed.

"Two can play that game," Kurt winked.

"GUYS" Burt yelled.

"Sorry dad," Kurt yelled back. The boys looked at each other for a few more minutes before finally blushing and getting of each other.

"Finn said something about Cheerleading?" Blaine chuckled.

"How do you know what cheerleading is?" Kurt groaned and at the most awful timing in his opinion Finn appeared.

"Yeah, and did I also mention he wore this really tight cheerio outfit, and sang a Madonna number in front of the whole school?"

"FINN I'm going to murder you," Kurt screamed.

"Why are you mad at Finn?" Blaine asked.

"I'll deal with you later if you say one more word," Kurt threatened Finn.

"What?" Finn asked innocently.

"Kurt, come on, there's nothing to be embarrassed about," Blaine smiled calmly.

"Oh he's not embarrassed…"

"Finn…!"

"Alright I'm going!" True to his word Finn turned around and ran back to the picnic table they had set up.

"Kurt, what was he talking about?" Blaine asked raising one of his triangular eyebrows. Kurt sighed and sat down on the grass with Blaine joining him.

"I joined the cheerios with my friend Mercedes because we didn't get enough solos from Shuester who is our teacher back home, so that way we could cheer, and also sing a lot more, singing is my life Blaine, I'd do anything for a solo," Blaine nodded.

"To answer your question, I picked up on reading, you'd be surprised by how many magazines and books people threw out, before I was…in the forest I actually was a pretty decent student, I was devastated when I couldn't go to school anymore, it was my escape," Blaine acknowledged.

"What type of magazines did you get?" Kurt asked with curiosity.

"I only liked the fashion magazines I have to admit, I tried to get as many Vogue copies as I could, the camp also had free ones that people didn't bother with," Blaine replied when he noticed Kurt suddenly went quiet.

"Uh…you like magazines?" Blaine questioned worriedly.

"I love vogue," Kurt bit his bottom lip grinning.

"Where have you been all my life?" Blaine asked with a wide smile.

"In the horror hallways of McKinley," Kurt answered.

"McKinley?"

"My school,"

"What's so bad about your school?"

"That my dear is for another day, today were here for some fun,"

"Fun right, I'm not used to that," Kurt sure as hell was going to make sure he got used to it.