After lunch, during which Kurt relayed to Blaine his less-than-successful attempt to apologize to Josh, the pair walked to Worship together.

Although Kurt was dreading it, Worship wasn't that bad. It was as if Josiah was giving them a breather after the intensity of the previous afternoon. Under the guise of preparing for the Friday talent show, Josiah led them in songs and cheers, and the energy in the room stayed bubbly and positive.

With Jessica evidently occupied elsewhere, Kurt had been able to take the seat next to Blaine. Even though he didn't believe in the words, the songs were lively and fun to sing. He loved singing with Blaine, and they amused each other with vocal runs and experimental harmonies that didn't fit at all with the songs but blended unobtrusively into the cacophony around them.

After a while, Kurt felt secure enough to hold Blaine's hand, an act which still sent thrills through his body as intense as the first time they touched.

Kurt looked away for a moment to check for prying counselors. He looked back to see Blaine making a face at someone across the aisle, curling his lip with a look in his eye that dared the person to say something. Kurt peered over and saw a girl from the Birds section looking at their entwined hands with disgust. After the non-verbal exchange with Blaine, she pursed her lips, folded her arms and looked back to Josiah's performance on stage.

“Who's that, Blaine?” Kurt whispered.

“That's Jackie. I don't know what her problem is. She brings new meaning to the term 'holier than thou.' I've had to put up with a lot of her crap so far, since the Bears and the Birds usually get paired up for activities. The other day at breakfast, she cut in line right in front of me and took the last three pancakes, and had the nerve to complain to the cafeteria worker that they ran out. She's also the one who got me busted on the first day.” Blaine scrunched his face at the memory in a way that Kurt couldn't help but find adorable.

“You never did tell me that story,” Kurt replied, “I want to hear about it later. I kind of have a thing for bad boys. If I'm going to be dating a troublemaker I want to know what you did.”

Kurt considered what he had just said, blushing. He and Blaine had kissed and were spending all of their free time together, but they had not discussed what “they” were, if anything, and he suddenly felt self-conscious. He looked up at Blaine shyly, but when his eyes met Blaine's warm hazel ones, he felt better. Blaine squeezed Kurt's hand affectionately, and looked like he was about to say something sappy.

Kurt felt Josh's eyes burning into him, but refused to look up. He was determined to take Blaine's advice to let it go and give the other boy space, and besides, he had apologized and given Josh a chance to be friends. You made your choice, and you chose prejudice, Kurt thought, mentally addressing and dismissing the boy in the next section. It would be nice if you could stop staring at me now, please and thank you.

Blaine seemed to sense that something was bothering Kurt, because he chose that moment to unexpectedly join back in with Josiah's sing-along, hitting a high note and pressing his eyebrows together in mock-intensity. Kurt beamed at Blaine, giggling and punching his arm lightly, the drama with Josh wiped from Kurt's mind.

* * * * *

Worship let out early to give everyone time to practice for Friday night. Kurt and Blaine went down by the lake this time, as the weather was pleasant and more people had stayed inside the chapel auditorium to try out the stage.

Blaine had a song suggestion that seemed as though it might work out, but they had to play around with the arrangement. It wasn't written as a duet, but they thought they could make it work if Kurt sang the lead and Blaine sang each of the other parts. They were deep in concentration and engrossed in each others' company, so they didn't hear soft footsteps approaching from the direction of the camp.

“Ugh, you disgusting little queer. That's a girl's part. What are you doing? It makes my skin crawl to listen to that.”Jackie stood with her arms crossed and a sneer twisting her face. “What up, Wayfarers.” The last part was said along with a nod in Blaine's direction.

Kurt stopped in mid-verse and stared at Jackie. He had thought he was killing the part, but he remembered what Blaine had said about Jackie and immediately dismissed her comments in their entirety.

“Jackie, isn't it?” Kurt smiled with exaggerated sweetness, a cutting edge to his tone. “You're a girl, right? Well, when you think your singing can hold a candle to mine, you're welcome to challenge me to a diva-off. You might want to practice a while first, though... try about ten years. Somewhere far away. Until then, bitch, it's not a girl's part, it's MY part.” Kurt turned his back to her with a dismissing wave of his hand. Only then did he notice Blaine's reaction.

Blaine had balled up his fists and was clenching his jaw. Kurt instantly lost his bravado and was terrified. Blaine had mentioned that he had had problems with his temper in the past, and the situation looked like it was about to get very bad. If either of them got in major trouble with the camp, it could ruin the precious few days they had left to spend together.

“Blaine, honey, it's okay,” Kurt pleaded with a soothing touch to Blaine's bicep, standing between them and blocking his view of the smirking girl who was staring him down. “You know I don't care what she thinks of us. She's just a vapid, vacuous nonentity!”

Jackie was back to glaring at Kurt, now. “What does that mean? It sounds bad.” She barked.

“Go google it, you thoroughly useless waste of oxygen!” Kurt spat. He hated to be so abrupt, but it did the trick and the girl stalked off.

Blaine seemed to be calming down. He put his hands on Kurt's waist and looked into his eyes. “That reference was obscure. I'm impressed.”

“I'm good for more than Wicked, you know.” Kurt teased, pleased at the change in Blaine's mood.

“I love a man who can quote Sondheim at me,” Blaine said, pulling Kurt in for a kiss.

Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine's neck and melted into the kiss, loving the feeling of Blaine's chest pressed against his own. Finally, he got lightheaded and needed to take a break to breathe.

“We should practice,” Blaine said, panting, his forehead resting lightly against Kurt's.

“I thought we were,” Kurt teased, moving to kiss him again.

“Really, though,” Blaine chuckled after several more minutes of frantically paced kissing, “we're kind of exposed out here. Besides there are some bugs we need to work out of that arrangement if that's our song.”

“It certainly got a reaction,” Kurt mused.

“That it did,” Blaine replied. “I know you had some doubts about whether you wanted that to be the song for the talent show, though. Have you made up your mind?”

“Definitely.” Kurt grinned, wickedly.

* * * * *

After dinner, it was Kurt's turn to use the laundry room in the dorm basement. His mind was swimming with thoughts of Blaine, from goofing off in Worship together to their makeout session by the lake to their banter during lunch.

“I'm glad my team hasn't had to take dance lessons yet,” Blaine said. “The Warblers are always making me dance during my solos, but I'm a little self-conscious about it. I think I come off as a humongous goofball. People seem to like it but I think it's for the wrong reasons.”

“Well, Mr. Warbler, if you're going to sell it that way then I think I need to see these moves.”

“I'll show you mine if you show me yours,” Blaine said with a wink.

Kurt smiled dreamily as he pictured Blaine's flirty wink, lit up in his mind like a camera flash. As he was climbing the steps, laundry basket in hand, he noticed an open door to a small office, with a phone, desk, and computer. Looking around to make sure he was alone, he ducked inside, unplugging the computer speakers and concealing them in the basket under his clothes, before quickly heading back up to his room.