But Kurt looked even more nervous than he did, that and completely uninterested.

It was more than obvious that playing football was the last thing he'd wanted to do. When the boys and girls had been separated after breakfast, he'd started to follow after his new friends, Mercedes in particular, only to be told to go back to where the boys were.

Glaring and crossing his arms over his chest, he slowly walked back over to the boys, making sure to take a spot next to Blaine.

"I can't believe they're making us play this game, my outfit is going to be completely ruined."

"Maybe it'll be fun." Blaine suggested with a small smile.

Kurt huffed and crossed his arms over his chest again. "I doubt it."

"You never know until you try."

"I suppose..." he mumbled. "All that time spent on my hair this morning, what a waste."

Blaine was about to say he'd never met a twelve year old boy who was so concerned about his hair before Kurt came into his life, but upon remembering how he came to camp with a baseball cap due to a hair cut, he decided against it.

Kurt was disappointed, to say the least, when he didn't end up on the same team as Blaine. To make matters worse he wasn't even on Finn or Puck's team. Sure, he wasn't really friends with them, but he knew them and still would've felt more comfortable if there was somebody on his team he knew.

He didn't pay much attention to the game. Instead, he looked up at the sky and tried to decide what shapes the clouds looked like, or simply watched as the rest of his team did all the work, but mostly... he watched the girls, who were off practicing cheerleading routines.

It wasn't until- "Hummel, look out!" Kurt felt the wind get knocked out of him as he was suddenly knocked to the ground.

"No fair, Karofsky, this is touch football!" a little blonde boy yelled.

"Sam's right! What'd you do that for?" Mike added, walking over to Dave and pulling him off Kurt.

"Kurt, are you okay?" Blaine asked as he ran over.

"I will be if someone knows how to get rid of grass stains."

"Dave, what were you doing?" Finn asked.

"Yeah, Kurt didn't even have the ball, he was just standing there." Puck added.

"That wasn't nice!" Mike stated.

"What is going on over here?" They all looked up nervously.

"Nothing, coach." Finn mumbled quietly.

"You okay, kid?" Kurt nodded. "Good, let's get back to the game!"

It wasn't long before they were playing again, but it also wasn't long before Kurt was on the ground again, this time, his nose was bleeding.

"What is your problem?" Kurt shouted as Karofsky laughed and walked away.

"Kurt, maybe you should sit the rest of the game out." Finn suggested.

"Yeah, not like you're helping your team anyway." Puck said with a laugh.

"I meant cause his nose is bleeding."

"Whatever, I'm going to go see what Mercedes is up to!" Kurt said before stomping off.

Blaine bit his lip, watching as Kurt left, tempted to chase after him.

"Great, now their team has more people than our team!" Mike pouted.

"Why don't we ask Artie to play, he looks sad sitting on the side." Blaine suggested.

"That's really sweet, Blaine, but I don't really see how Artie can play." The coach pointed out as gently as she could.

"Well, then I'll just sit the rest of the game out, so that it's fair." Blaine stated, walking over to where Artie was.

"Hi."

"Hello."

"I'm Blaine."

"Artie."

"You look sad."

"I guess."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"Not really."

Blaine bit his lip. "You wanna play football, huh?"

Artie nodded and looked down at his lap.

"I'll play football with you."

Artie looked up, surprised.

"You will? But... how are we going to play football?"

"There's an extra ball, we can toss it back and forth." Blaine said, picking up the ball on the bench.

"Catch!" He said smiling as he tossed it to Artie, who smiled back.

"You know, that was really cool."

"What was really cool?" Blaine asked as he caught the ball.

"You asking the coach if I could fill in for Kit."

"Kurt."

"Oh, right." Blaine tossed the ball back.

"Usually people don't even think to ask if I want to play. They don't think I can."

"Well, how do they know if they don't give you a chance?"

"That's what I'm saying! I mean, maybe there would be a really good use for my wheelchair when we play football."

"Who knows, maybe one day you'll be on a football team, and they'll find a great use for your wheelchair!"

Artie smiled as he threw the ball to Blaine. "Why are you being so nice to me?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I'm sure you'd rather be playing in the real game with the other guys."

"No way, I'm having much more fun here."

"Really?"

"Yeah! You're fun to hang out with."

"So are you, Blaine."

"I wonder what Kurt is up to with the girls."

"Cheerleading."

"Kurt? Cheerleading? I thought he just went to fix his nose and say hi to Mercedes."

"See for yourself." Artie said, pointing.

He was right, there was Kurt, being show the proper way to hold a pom pom by Quinn.

"It doesn't surprise me, he was watching them the entire game." Artie stated.

"He can't help it if he got distracted, football isn't really his thing."

"Do you think cheerleading is?"

"I don't know..."

"He seems to be happier over there."

"Is there such thing as a boy cheerleader?"

"I guess so. I never really thought about it." Artie admitted.

"Me neither."

As Kurt returned, he walked over to Blaine. "Look what Quinn let me borrow!" He said excitedly.

"Cool pom poms, Kurt."

"Thanks!"

"Is your nose okay?"

Oh yeah, it's fine. What are you up to?"

"Artie and I are playing football."

"Yeah, want to play?"

"How about you two play, and I'll cheer!"

"Okay!"

"So, are you a cheerleader now?"

Kurt opened his mouth to speak, but was cut off.

"The loser is a cheerleader now? You just went from geek to freak."

"Leave him alone, Karofsky." Artie said.

"Make me, wheels." Dave spat back, Artie frowned and looked down.

"I can't believe you're a cheerleader. How gay, I should've known by the way you were staring at them the whole game, I knew you weren't checking them out."

"Just go away, Dave..." Kurt mumbled, trying to sound confident but failing miserably.

Blaine wasn't sure what to do. He wanted to stand up for Kurt, but he didn't know what to do or say.

"What's going on here?" Finn asked as he walked over with Puck, the girls wandering over as well.

"Lady over here decided to become a cheerleader. He's gayer than I thought."

"Stop saying it like it's a bad thing! There's nothing wrong with being gay!" Rachel stated. Of course she'd be the first girl to say something.

"Yeah there is!" Dave argued.

"Oh yeah? Well, I agree with Rachel." Blaine said finally, suddenly, all eyes were on him.

"Oh, is that right, Anderson?" Dave said, taking a few steps towards Blaine.

"Yeah!"

Dave knocked Blaine down, pushing him to the ground before laughing.

"Shut it, Karofsky, quit messing with my cabin mates!" Puck said, getting in Dave's face.

"You're the gay one. You're getting down on Kurt for wanting to be a cheerleader? Well, being a cheerleader means getting to stare at hot chicks and lift them and stuff, I bet he could see right up Berry's skirt." Rachel shot him a death glare.

"Yet you're playing a sport where you gotta chase after balls and tackle guys, who's gay now?"

"Hey, you were playing football too, Puckerman!"

"Your argument is ridiculous!" Rachel shouted. "You act like being gay is wrong, it's not wrong!"

"Hey, why are you getting all mad at me? I'm on your side!"

During all this arguing, no one had noticed that Blaine had tears in his eyes after getting knocked down.

No one but Kurt, anyway.

"Are you okay?" Kurt whispered, Blaine nodded just as Finn and Puck both tackled Dave to the ground, punches flying like mad.

"Hey, break it up, right now!"

"Sorry coach, but Dave kept calling Kurt gay." Finn stated.

"We had to do something." Puck added.

"We had to protect our cabin buddy." Finn said as if that were the most obvious thing in the world.

"All three of you, come with me, now." She said, dragging them off.

Now that the action had died down, everyone slowly left. Kurt stayed where he was next to Blaine.

"You sure you're okay?"

"Yeah, I just hit my funny bone on the bench when I fell."

"Ouch." No wonder Blaine almost cried.

"Yeah, but it'll be okay..."

"That was really nice of you."

"What was?"

"Playing football with Artie when no on else would, standing up to Dave, everything."

Blaine smiled, but... it wasn't because of what Kurt said, he had been smiling this whole time... Kurt had only just noticed.

"Why are you smiling if your funny bone hurts so badly?"

"Oh... was I smiling?"

"Yeah."

"I'm just happy, I guess."

It was at that moment that Kurt realized... Blaine just wanted to be noticed. Everyone had come to Kurt's rescue when Dave was picking on him, but other than Puck saying not to mess with his cabin mates, no one came to Blaine's rescue.

In fact, if Kurt hadn't kneeled down and asked if he was okay, everyone would've just wandered off without checking on him.

Blaine just wanted to know somebody cared enough to notice him...

Kurt made a silent promise at that moment to always notice Blaine, it would be nice to see that smile again.