Kurt shifted uncomfortably in his seat. The auditorium was filling up with seemingly happy, chattering students. Kurt wondered to himself if he was the only one who really didn't want to be there, but then he spotted Ian coming in from the opposite side of the building, clearly still miserable.

He wiggled again, wondering if they had to make the seats so hard. Whatever, this situation would be seriously uncomfortable even if we were sitting on designer cushions.

Kurt crossed his legs and wrapped his hands around his knee, trying to maintain an air of respectful attentiveness. He decided to daydream about clothes-shopping while this “worship” business took place.

The blonde counselor, Jessica, shot him a glare from her post on the aisle. She pointed at his knees and wagged her finger, making a tsking noise. Bewildered, Kurt uncrossed his legs. He blushed and wondered exactly what he'd done wrong. Before he had a chance to ask Josh, who was sitting beside him, the lights dimmed and a man stepped onto the stage.

He was dressed simply, in jeans and a t-shirt, and appeared to be in his early thirties. He carried a microphone in his hand, and a guitar could be seen perched on a stand at the corner of the stage. “Good afternoon, how is everyone doing? My name is Josiah, and I'm the youth leader here at Camp Reflection.”

Josiah launched into a history of the camp, peppering in anecdotes that were meant to be inspirational but just gave Kurt the creeps. “Sarah struggled with the temptations of homosexuality for years. She planned to move to New York City with another girl after high school and pursue the lifestyle full time, playing music in the subways and bars for a living. Fortunately, the Lord touched her heart and she came here the summer before her senior year. Now, she's married to a good Christian man and living in Montana, and she just gave birth to her second child.”

The room broke into applause with a few “amens” thrown in for good measure. Kurt felt Jessica's eyes on him, so he forced his lips into a smile and clapped politely, trying to make as little actual noise as possible. He looked over at Josh in the seat next to him, trying to gauge his reaction. Josh was loudly clapping and smiling, but there was something else behind his eyes. Despite the smile, there was a trace of sadness. Or maybe I'm just projecting, this is his second year here after all, Kurt thought.

“In keeping with Camp Reflection tradition, we will put together a talent show Friday night, our last night in camp. You may work alone or in groups. Signup sheets can be found in the main activity hall. We want there to be a mix of musical numbers and skits, so keep that in mind. I know we have a lot of hidden talent in this group, so start thinking about how you can use that to express your feelings for the Lord!” Pity, you almost had me on board until that last part, Kurt snarked inside his head.

“We're going to finish up the service with some hymns The lyrics will show up on the screen above me, so do your best to follow along. I want to hear your voices ring out in praise!” Josiah picked up the guitar and began to strum the opening chords to “Be Thou My Vision.”

Kurt relaxed a bit. He hoped this meant that Worship was drawing to a close. At least he was comfortable singing, if not entirely with the lyrics. The remaining time should go quickly. Besides, “Be Thou My Vision” was pretty innocuous as hymns go, and the melody was classic and beautiful.

“Be Thou my Wisdom, Thou my true Word;

I ever with Thee, Thou with me, Lord;

Thou my great Father, I thy true son;

Thou in me dwelling, and I with Thee one.”

Kurt had that feeling again, of being stared at. He sneaked a glance over at Jessica, wondering what he was doing wrong now. But she wasn't looking in his direction. He kept singing, but searched for the eyes that were still burning into him.

Four rows down in the next section, in the second seat from the aisle, he found them.

Kurt's breath was momentarily taken from him. His voice threatened to hitch but he forced himself to keep singing. It was no simple task when the most stunningly beautiful, golden eyes that had ever existed or ever would exist were locked onto his.

Overwhelmed by the intensity of the gaze, Kurt glanced up at the screen, though he knew the lyrics well enough. He tried to breathe deeply and slow his pounding heart. Something about the boy and the way he was looking at him completely unnerved Kurt, but it was a good feeling. He smiled slightly and looked back in the direction of Eyes of Gold, only to see that he had also turned away towards the screen.

Kurt watched the back of his head, studying him. The other boy was about his age, with dark, thick curly hair, and was a little bit on the short side, Kurt noted. Please, please look back this way, Kurt thought. He ached to see those eyes, so compelling that even in the brief moment of connection felt like they had bored through him and left an emptiness when they were gone.

As if he could read his mind, the Eyes of Gold flashed back his way. This time, Kurt noticed that the other boy also had dark, mile-long lashes. Eyes of Gold seemed to notice Kurt staring, and the corner of his mouth turned up into a smile, still singing along to the hymn. Oh, sweet flying spaghetti monster, that smile! Kurt blushed brightly and couldn't help but break the gaze, fixing his eyes on the floor.

He smiled at me. He looked at me, twice, and smiled. He's definitely looking at me on purpose. Did my voice crack? No, my singing was flawless as always. Is there something on my shirt? Kurt checked his clothes subtly, but everything was in place. No... maybe... maybe he likes me? Or maybe he wants to witness to me. With those eyes, let him at it I don't even care. I have to learn his name.

Kurt was broken out of his reverie by the sound of feet shuffling and Josh's hand on his arm. The song had ended, Worship was over, and the crowd was pulling him in the opposite direction of Eyes of Gold. Kurt twisted out of Josh's grasp and turned the other way, scooting past the other students in the aisle until he ran directly into Jessica. With a stern look, she put her hands on his shoulders and turned him around. Kurt wondered if she had seen the silent exchange. She's always such a sourpuss, her face might as well be stuck like that. There's no way to know for sure.

Kurt searched the crowd, but there was no sign of him. He reluctantly followed Josh out the side door, towards the cafeteria. But he couldn't help himself, and his feet stilled at the last step before the door. Kurt twisted around and scanned the crowd one last time.

There, going out the opposite door, was Eyes of Gold. Their eyes met again, before the crowd pushed the other boy out the door. A wave of warmth flowed through Kurt, bringing a smile to his face, and he allowed Josh to tug him outside and towards the cafeteria.