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When the Clock Strikes Midnight AKA Tick Tock. Actually almost exactly the Tick Tock I wanted to draw back in 2020. Note: cardstock less vibrant than watercolor paper. :(
#equine art#horse art#artists on tumblr#kifuart#fantasy horses#my pumpkin pony#yeah so i found my cardstock stash again and ...#it really doesn't hold the depth of color or have that STRIKING appearance that the watercolor paper has#it almost feels like a waste of watercolor paper since watercolor is not involved#but like if it works it works right?#so this is probably the last time I'll use cardstock for markers#which begs the question: what do i use my stash of cardstock for now?#i dunno#well#really though this is EXACTLY the pose that i wanted to use for my actual pumpkin pumpkin pony picture back in 2020#which should be one of the first pieces i uploaded on tumblr maybe?#i had a great big jack-o-lantern face on tick tock's side on that picture and did not put that here#but at least this means i drew tick tock this year and won't have to be sad at the tail end of december when i didn't do it#that face though#I drew that face AT LEAST FIVE TIMES before it looked remotely okay#we had arguments
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Hi, friend! đ Do you prefer traditional or digital art? What do you think are the advantages of each style?
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digital absolutely sjfjfjjfjfjfdk i donât have enough trust in myself to be able to keep up with traditional tbh and in the last years i have developed way too many issues with concentrating that i would end up making horrible messes on paper?? i say this as someone whoâs been drawing on paper since childhood bc obviously i didnât get a graphic tablet/ipad until much much later but yeah i donât think i can do traditional the way i used to anymore.
part of my drawing process involves me literally scribbling all over the canvas while making the sketch and erasing and editing and flipping and moving and erasing again and drawing a bunch of doodled dicks and tiny poo emojis and itâs like. a ritual at this point LOL i feel weird about my painting if i donât. itâs literally the reason why i almost never post speedpaints that start from the sketch đđđđ iâd end up embarrassing myself in front of everyone with a video showing every little poo with eyes i keep drawing as i sketch
and thatâs the biggest advantage for me tbh! being able to literally go crazy on the canvas without having to worry about wasting colors and ruining paper sheets; also the ability to just flip the canvas and check for perspectives, color picking, greyscale painting, light effects, rainbows- itâs really hard to get the same effect i think kinda characterizes my art in traditional with my current set of skills.
another disadvantage for me unfortunately is that keeping up with traditional art is really, really, really, really expensive for me. itâs something i really canât afford to practice seriously at the moment. i still own every single brush, every single art supply, every single paint i bought in middle school and i am so careful when handling them bc theyâre so precious to me! and every now and then i will take them out and do a lil watercolor, or draw something with nice copic markers, or even take out an actual canvas and do paint studies. itâs been a while since iâve last done that tho
HOWEVER i gotta say, nothing beats the satisfaction of spending days on an actual painting with acrylics, oils and whatnot and seeing it come alive bit by bit. my favorite thing to paint growing up was degasâ ballerinas and like 99% of my paint studies are just replicating his artwork SMDJDMFJ but hey, that got me the highest grade in art for middle school graduation :D
thank you for the question dear anon, hereâs a lil cookie for ya đȘ
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Chapter 5
The weeks that passed brought changes to San Diego. The weather was starting to cool down, although not enough for kids to go to school in coats. Still, it was evident that the summer season was ending in the northern hemisphere. The sticking feeling of humidity that wavered around in the air was dying down and being replaced with brisk, refreshing breezes.
Vic smiled to himself as he sat in the backyard of his house. He loved the cooler seasons of the year. The town he had lived in previously was always so cold, albeit gloomy, but Vic enjoyed it. He saw the sun on the rare occasions that it wasnât hidden behind clouds and enjoyed the cool temperatures that happened because of that. Then he moved to California and the sun was always shining bright. He had no idea if the state ever saw temperatures lower than eighty degrees.
But today was a counter to that thought. He sat on the swing set his father had built in the backyard and lazily rocked back and forth, enjoying the cool air that blew through his hair and tickled his cheeks.
It was peaceful in Vicâs neighborhood. Even though it was a beautiful Saturday afternoon, there was hardly any activity on the streets. Maybe families were sleeping in, or maybe they had gone out before he got outside. Either way he was enjoying the quiet that surrounded him.
Vic had had a good week. Ever since he received the picture from Kellin, the two boys had been leaving drawings and little notes in their shared desks. Vic was nervous that Kellin would have stopped after he got Vicâs first picture, but when he got to his classroom the day after and saw the thank you note from his new friend, he knew that he needed to continue being his secret pen pal.
So the boys kept it up for days. Then days became weeks and they were still leaving little things in each otherâs desks. Sometimes it was a random drawing theyâd made in art class or during a brain break, and other times they were asking each other important questions:
Do you like cake or pie better?
Whatâs your favorite color?
Do you have any brothers or sisters?
Iâm sorry Iâm asking so many questions. I just wanna get to know my new friend :)
The boys quickly learned how to communicate with each other to make each otherâs day. It started with Kellin asking Vic random questions to which Vic always answered. Then the blond boy would draw a picture that corresponded with the answer he was given. When Vic had answered that his favorite color was red Kellin drew him a picture of Pikachu in a red rocket ship with a red flower crown on its head. Vic kept that picture in a sheet protector in his binder with the other pictures Kellin had given him.
And of course Vic drew him pictures back. It almost seemed like a competition to see who could outdo the other with their artistic abilities, but neither boy saw it that way. They just wanted to show that they cherished the friendship the other had offered. What better way to do that than cute pictures of their favorite things?
Vic leaned back on the swing and looked at the sky. He had a genuine smile on his face as the thought about his interactions with Kellin. He never would have thought that heâd make a friend in the first week of school, let alone keep a friend, but he had and he was happy. He was genuinely happy.
His family of course noticed the boyâs happiness. They didnât comment on it though, for fear that it would make him revert back to his gloomy self. Still, they enjoyed seeing the oldest son happy when he got home from school. He was even beginning to talk more at home, something neither parent thought would happen.
Mrs. Fuentes looked out the sliding glass door into the backyard and watched her son on the swing. She smiled at his smile. She wasnât sure why her son was so happy, but as long as he was out of his funk, she wasnât going to question it. All that mattered was that her boy was doing better than ever before.
The other boy involved in this friendship was also doing better than before, although it was harder to tell. Kellin was always a happy child and rarely seemed to get upset, so it was hard to tell if he was having a bad day. Even his mother couldnât see it unless he told her outright. So when the friendly relationship with Vic started no one noticed how much Kellin needed it.
Kellin appreciated how much Vic seemed to be drawn to him. He knew the new student was wary of making friends, so he felt flattered that he was the only one who could capture his attention. It made him feel special and wanted. Out of all the students in third grade, Vic had chosen him. That thought always made him smile.
The two continued to talk underneath their tree at recess. Vic always assumed that Kellin would leave one day when he got bored and go play with his friends, but the blond boy showed no signs of doing so. In fact, Kellin looked forward to sitting with Vic every day. He loved talking about nerdy things that his other friends had no interest in. Jack and Jesse thought Pokémon was nerdy and laughed at the kids with backpacks or clothing that represented the series. Kellin, not wanting to be included in the taunting, always kept silent, something that he regretted each time it happened.
But with Vic he could talk freely about the series, and about anything else he wanted to. Vic was a great listener and let Kellin talk about whatever he wanted. Kellin knew it was because the other boy wasnât keen on talking, but that didnât make a difference to either of them. Vic was always happy to listen to his new friend speak. And boy, did Kellin speak.
Anyone who spent time with Kellin knew he sociable. He wouldnât consider himself an extrovert like others would, but his ADD made him susceptible to speaking fast and moving faster. He found an interest in many different things and was always excited to talk about them to anyone whoâd listen. Even complete strangers. There was one moment in his life when he saw a teenager with bright purple hair and immediately went up to them to ask them about it.
âThatâs so cool! I wish I could do that! Youâre so lucky!â he had said to the unknown boy in the middle of the grocery store. The teenage boy just chuckled and thanked him for the complement before walking off to continue his shopping.
Some people thought this side of Kellin was strange, but not Vic. Vic liked that Kellin took control of the conversation and didnât force him to talk when he didnât want to. It made him feel comfortable knowing he could add in when the anxiety he sometimes felt lessened. Vic also liked how interested Kellin was in things he hadnât seen before. Kellin would ask many questions that Vic took his time answering. He would have stuttered out an answer to anyone else, but Kellin made him feel comfortable enough to come out of his shell and talk about himself or his interests more freely.
Both boys appreciated each other so much, even if theyâd never said that before. Instead, they continued with their notes in each otherâs desks and their talks at recess that each party looked forward to every day.
But the Monday after the that cool day on the swings changed things for Vic and Kellin.
The two friends had spent the morning in their homeroom classes learning the respective content before they went to specials. Kellin had art that day while Vic had music. Neither was complaining; both boys enjoyed starting their week in their favorite fine arts class.
Kellin sat in art listening to their teacher, Mrs. Miller, talk about the dayâs project. âI want you all to create a picture of a happy moment in your life. Weâll use pencils to sketch it then weâll add watercolors next week. Start by brainstorming and when you have your idea write it down so you donât forget it. Iâll come by and ask you some questions before you start your sketch.â
Kellin smiled to himself as Mrs. Miller talked. He was excited about this project. A happy moment in his life? He had so many he could sketch! Happy moments just seemed to come naturally to him, so he wasted no time writing his ideas on the scratch piece of paper the art teacher had handed out.
By the time Mrs. Miller came over to his table Kellin had six ideas he was passionate about drawing. There was his first visit to the beach when he was five, the first time he rode a bike, a random day he played with Jack and Jesse, the one summer he went to a waterpark, last Christmas when he got a remote-controlled dinosaur, and the day he made a new friend.
âYou have a lot here, Kellin,â Mrs. Miller said. âDo you know which one you want to draw?â
Kellin shook his head. âI like all of them!â He hadnât realized how much of an attachment he had to each of the memories. He frowned. âHow am I supposed to pick?â
âWell, when you think of the time you were the most happy, what do you think about? Whatever it is, draw that.â Kellin thought the words over as Mrs. Miller left to speak to another student.
What was the happiest moment in his life? How could he figure that out before class ended? The answer was he couldnât. Specials ended before Kellin had made a decision. That frustrated the boy, and he took that frustration with him to lunch.
âWhatâs wrong with you?â Jack asked when he noticed his blond friend was surprisingly in a bad mood. As usual, Jack, Jesse, and Kellin were sitting behind each other at their respective lunch tables so they could turn and talk to each other when they were done eating.
âMrs. Miller wants us to draw a picture of a happy moment in our life,â Kellin answered, âand I canât think of what I wanna draw.â
âBut youâre like, the happiest person I know,â the brunette said. Jesse nodded along. âHow can you not think of something?â
âI did, but I have so many that I canât pick just one. And Mrs. Miller wonât let me draw all of my ideas.â Kellin huffed at the end of his sentence. He was annoyed that his teacher didnât allow him to draw more than one idea, no matter how much he begged.
âMan, Iâm gonna hate this project,â Jesse said with a shake of his head. Jack looked to him and nodded in agreement. If Kellin was having so much trouble, then the two of them were goners.
âOkay, but what am I supposed to do?â Kellin asked in annoyance. This wasnât about them, it was about him, and he needed advice.
âJust close your eyes and point to something,â Jack suggested. Kellin pouted. He would have loved to do that if he didnât feel so connected to all of the things on that list. Blindly picking one wouldnât sit right with him. He wanted to genuinely draw the moment.
He explained this to his friends who offered less than helpful solutions. They meant well but Kellin was stubborn. He wanted it to be his way, but his brain and Mrs. Miller were making that difficult.
He kept up with his frustration as he went out to the playground with his class. He kicked rocks down the sidewalk that lead to the jungle gym and swing sets, opting to walk away from the tree he had sat under for weeks. He couldnât be bothered with sitting still; he needed to do something to help this feeling building up in his chest.
Ms. Barnesâ homeroom came outside shortly after Kellinâs class had. Vic walked toward his familiar spot but was surprised to see that his new friend wasnât there. Usually when one of their classes came outside before the other, the boy would be under the tree waiting for his friend. But today there was no Kellin. Where did he go? Was he abandoning him? It was about time, Vic thought sadly.
Vic wanted to sit in silence and wallow in his broken heart, but he heard a sound that drew his attention.
The brunette turned his head to the left and saw his new friend. Kellin was seemingly upset and was kicking gravel into the metal frame of the swing set, enjoying the harsh clicks and dings of the two objects meeting.
Vic, unsure why his always bubbly friend was in such a mood, slowly walked over to him. âKellin?â he said softly. The blond boy ignored him; he didnât want to talk. He was so frustrated that the only sounds he could hear were the rocks hitting metal and his heavy breathing as he kicked harder and harder.
âKellin?â Vic tried again. When the boy didnât respond Vic took it upon himself to get his attention. He put a calming hand on his friendâs shoulder which startled him. Kellin let out a high-pitched yelp as his body jerked up. He hadnât realized someone was behind him.
âSorry,â Vic said sheepishly, âI didnât mean to scare you.â Kellin just huffed and turned his head away from his friend. âIs everything okay?â
âNo,â Kellin muttered.
âDo you wanna talk about it?â
The bright-eyed boy blew an angry breath from his nose. âNo,â he answered, âI wanna swing.â Without another word Kellin took a few steps toward an empty swing and sat in the seat. He wanted to continue kicking rocks so thatâs what he did. He sat on the seat and kicked the gravel underneath him, not intending to rock himself back and forth but achieving that anyway.
Vic didnât know what to do. Kellin hadnât invited him to swing with him, but he didnât want to leave his upset friend alone. With a sigh he made a decision and sat in the swing next to Kellin. He hoped that Kellin wouldnât tell him to go away, but in actuality, he was glad that Vic didnât abandon him.
The two sat in silence for a few minutes, neither boy knowing what to say. This was foreign to both of them; they had been speaking to each other since the day they met. It was all different and uncomfortable, especially to Vic. He never knew Kellin could be so quiet and that alone worried him. Whatever was bothering him needed to be put out in the open so he could have his friend back.
âDid you wanna talk?â Vic eventually asked.
Kellin sighed at the brown-eyed boyâs question. He didnât want to talk, but he knew that Vic cared enough to stay with him while he was upset. Maybe it wouldnât be such a bad thing to open up to him.
âVic?â The other boy hummed. âWhatâs a happy moment from your life?â
Vic looked at Kellin with furrowed brows. âHuh?â
Kellin sighed before he began his rambling. âMrs. Miller is making us draw happy moments from our lives and I have a few but she only wants me to draw one, but I donât think thatâs fair to the other moments because they all mean so much to me. Jack and Jesse told me to just close my eyes and pick one, but I donât wanna just draw a random moment that I didnât really wanna draw in the first place, you know?â
Vic nodded slowly. âYeahâŠâ
âItâs just so frustrating because so many good things have happened to me, but I feel so stupid that I canât just pick one.â Kellin frowned when he was done, looking down at his shoes that were still kicking the rocks below.
âIâm sorry.â
Kellin quirked an eyebrow. âFor what?â
Vic shrugged. He wasnât sure why he apologized, but he knew it made people feel better so why not?
It looked as if his kind gesture worked because Kellinâs lips finally turned up in a small smile. âWell, thanks.â Vic smiled back before he nudged his feet off the ground and began swinging slowly. Kellin looked at his friend rocking back and forth. âSo what would you draw?â he asked.
Vic looked to his left. âFor Mrs. Miller?â Kellin nodded. âUhâŠâ
The brunette had to think about it. It wasnât easy for him to find happy moments in life, but knowing he had to before the next day when he had art put a bit of pressure on him. What would he draw?
âI guess Iâd draw a picture of me reading to my brother. He loves when we read together, and it makes me happy too. Or Iâd draw a picture of my new house. I finally have my own room and thatâs pretty cool. Or maybe when we went to Universal over the summer. That was a lot of fun.â
Kellin nodded along as Vic spoke. âOkay, but which one of those was the happiest moment?â
Vic stopped swinging and looked up at the sky. There were some light clouds passing over the sun and a cool breeze rustling through the trees around them. It reminded him of the good feeling he had over the weekend; that even though he was at school and not sitting in his backyard, he was still content.
âNone of them,â he answered with a soft smile. Kellin opened his mouth to continue his questioning, but Vic cut him off before he could start. âI mean, getting my own room was nice, and Universal was fun, and I always read to my brother so thatâs a happiness that never leaves, but they arenât the happiest things that have happened.â
âSo what is?â
Vic bit his lip, embarrassed to admit the reason why he had been so happy lately, but fighting through it to say, âThe day we met.â
Kellinâs wyes went wide. âReally?â The brown-eyed boy nodded. âWhy?â
âBecause that was the day I made a friend.â
âAt this school?â
âYeahâŠand ever.â Vic mumbled the last part, his cheeks beginning to burn.
âEver?â Kellin was confused again. He chewed on his bottom lip as he thought over what his friend was telling him. âWait, Iâm your first friend?â
Vic nervously rubbed the back of his neck. âYouâre kinda my only friend.â
Kellin didnât say anything. What could he say? What was he going to say when the shock wore off? His new friend had never had a friend before. Was that weird? Was it because he was weird? All of these questions swirled around Vicâs mind as he watched the boy next to him go through different confused expressions.
âKellin?â
âDoes that mean Iâm your best friend?â
Vic blew out a breath he didnât know he was holding and shrugged. He didnât know how to answer that. He didnât know anything about best friends since Kellin was the first and only friend heâd ever had. âI guess?â
The blond boyâs eyes lit up and became brighter than before. His lips broke out into a wide smile. âOh wow thatâs so cool! I think youâre my best friend too! I mean, Jack and Jesse are too but I donât like playing with them as much as I like playing with you. And we can talk about PokĂ©mon and I donât feel like a dork. Yeah, I think youâre my best friend too.â
Vic couldnât help but smile back. The content feeling turned into one of utter happiness. Not only was Kellin in a better mood but he had admitted that they were best friends. It was enough to make the grumpiest person feel warmth in their heart.
The two boys stayed on the swings and talked about their weekend. Of course, that meant discussing the latest episodes of Pokémon and Yu-Gi-Oh. When recess was over, they went inside their classrooms and left each other notes in their desks, hoping to continue the conversations from outside.
The next day Vic went to art and made good on his words from the day before. He drew a picture of himself sitting with Kellin under their tree. Both boys had smiles on their faces as they read the book in Vicâs hands. And since Vic had known exactly what he wanted to draw before he got to class that day, he was able to make two copies of the picture: one to turn in to Mrs. Miller that he drew in class and one heâd drawn the night before with more detail to give to Kellin with a note written on the back.
For my best friend
Kellin received the picture the day after and kept it in a folder with all of the other pictures and notes heâd gotten from Vic. The following Monday he went back to art and drew a picture of him and Vic soaring through the sky on the swings. It wasnât necessarily the happiest moment in his life, but he had too many moments with Vic to just pick one.
#Opposites Attract#Kellin Quinn#Vic Fuentes#Kellic#Kellic fanfiction#Kellic fanfic#Fanfiction#Fanfic
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The most favourite activity for children would be art and craft. Itâs a great idea to let kids develop their own love for art work and have fun while they are involved in this task. There are tons of arts and crafts for kids to do around at your home, from painting, coloring, making things out of waste and so much more.
What is Art Fun
Well the art is fun is a phrase which explains the feeling of a person working on something made out of their own will, imaginary at times, and he\she may feel good about it. It is a form of expressing inner belief, while creating something they want to on their own.
For kids art is fun as it engages them into some kind of happy playful and colorful activity, again something that explains what their own brain is thinking about while doing any kind of art or craft.
For some art is a profession, and they make sure they take out their best imaginary depiction of a canvas or surface they are working on. Painting the Mona Lisa Lips took Da Vinci almost 12 years, so thatâs the kind of perfection in art for professions, although they enjoy their work and so do we as the viewers.
Types of Art Activities
As mentioned above, any kind of creative work that gives an adult or kids pleasure while making it, is known to be art which is indeed fun. There are some basic art activities which are meant for kids or adults. Letâs take a look at them:
Drawing Activity
There are so many forms of drawing, from using a charcoal and making sketches to using a pencil or colors for drawing. This is something kids enjoy as art work and love to draw their imagination out on a piece of paper too. Adults would love to draw sketches of people or places while some would have interest in making drawings of houses or fashion. Drawing ideas for kids or for adults can be a profession that is well known today.
Painting
This is a form of using color media in paint that gives color to a basic drawing or sketch. There are so many painting artists known for their classy work and have grown today as legends of art. From learning painting for beginners or painting for kids, this is one of the most known and loved art activities for all.
From using acrylic colors for kids or painting using oil paints, we have a basic guide to types of art paint colors to help you understand the mediums. Types of Painting Colors a Guide for Beginners.
Coloring Activity
Children find coloring very exciting, it is a form of art that children would love to give colors as per their own creative minds. Coloring for kids with crayons or pencil colors can be a great way to start up with art work. Find coloring drawings or coloring using paints in various ways, you will learn more about this in the article.
Abstract art
There is no specific definition for abstract art, it is any form of design thatâs created unintentionally but appears pleasing to the eye, it has no shape. It can be done as paintings, drawings or made with material things or even a structure. This is also a profession of many artists you love making abstract art. Murals can also be named abstract forms, when they are created out of no shape but are painted on the walls. Â
Tie Dye Art
This is a fun craft for adults and kids too. Making your own kind of dyed apparels or accessories is fun with tie dye effects. Children would love to make their own tie dye shirts or even tie and dye their bags, socks, hairband, apron and many more clothes. There are so many tie dye designs that can be made using techniques, See How to Tie Dye Clothing in Different Techniques.
Craft Work
Just like the tie dye art, there are so many fun activities that are a fun craft for adults or kids. From using strings, wood, pins, boards, papers etc, you can create wonderful artwork for your decor or home. Make Stocking flowers, or make Wall hanging art from paint and canvas. There are a ton of different art craft ways to get yourselves indulged in art with diy techniques.
Art & Crafts for Kids
After all the basics of types of art that you can do, here are some extras on art for kids to enjoy themselves and is easy art for them.
String painting for children
There are many painting ideas for kids to enjoy painting, and painting with strings is a fun way they can get started with using paints. Get some strings and cut them into longer pieces for them to be dipped in the color, later allow your children to apply them on paper and pull this apart slowly to make patterns, watercolor string painting is a great form of art for kids.
Marbling Paint Technique
Another easy way of painting for kids is marbling, easy by just adding paint in a tray with water and oil. The paint stays on top and you can get all different hues to create the amarbel effect. Then by placing a paper over, let it sit for a few seconds before you pick it up and the paint is transferred to your paper. Using two three colors to crate that mixed marble effect.
Paper Craft for Kids
There are so many different crafts for kids, but paper craft for kids is what any child would love to work on. Since children can find papers easily and paper scissors are safe to use to cut out and make craft. Paper weaving from two different color stripes, weave across with folds to make weave patterns. Paper mache is one paper art all kids love doing, from getting all messy to create shapes and articles from them is a favourite choice.
Art Project from Waste Material
This is another craft that kids can get creative by making their own articles from waste like cereal boxes craft. Use old boxes or wrappers of wafers and chocolates to create crafts like book holders, bangle holders, Make masks and halloween costumes and lots more. You can get all creative by making things from waste articles from your kitchen or even old pieces of cloth.
Color Resist Art
The art involves resistance like a tape, wax colors or glue, which can be used before coloring the paper. This creates reverse effect of colors and kids can enjoy doing with either of the resist material and different color mediums form paint, wax crayons, or even acrylics.
Finger Painting
As children, we all did this type of painting with our fingers. Easy and fun to use paint with fingers and thumbs to create artwork. Give them different hues and a concept to start with finger painting, also use pen or pencil to draw out contours or eyes and nose or details to add more fun to the art.
These were some easy kids craft ideas to work on, or as adults you can also love art and take this as hobbies. Being creative also keeps kids happier and gives children an extra boost to their growing brains.
Itâs a good idea to invest in some good art crafts for kids to keep them engaged into learning something. Buying sets and kits is recommended rather than buying supplies separately. Go for coloring books or paint by numbers for children. These also come in sets like Acrylic painting kits for kids, or buy tie dye kits for children.
Anything that includes diy and art will give children pleasure as they work on it. It also means that now you can keep and save some of your cereal boxes for your childrenâs craft activities.
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Into The Woods
Here it is... day 15 of Kurtoberfest...2016
It is not Blaine friendly, it is a break-up fic. It features the Warblers and Elliot.
Rated M...but probably doesnât need that high a rating.
Kurt centric
Summary: Kurt is Lost In The Woods.
 In to The Woods (not posted)
Kurt Hummel was lost in the woods.  At least that is what his Facebook page was shouting. Heâd already called his dad and informed him he wasnât âlostâ lost in the woods, but he wasâŠin a manner of speakingâŠlost in the woods.
Kurt Hummel was lost in the woods with a tent and air mattress, three sleeping bags, several blankets and two pillows, plenty of clothing, a cook stove so he didnât have to build a fire, a cooler full of food, a cooler which was filled with bottled water, a generator that he peddled on which he could make enough power with to charge his laptop, cell phone and the lantern he used as his main light source at night. Â He had a very comfy camp chair and a portable table. Â He had his digital camera and several novels heâd been waiting to read until heâd had enough of a school break to do so. Â He had notebooks and pencils and even a sketchpad and watercolors, watercolor paper, tape and a great selection of paintbrushes. He had his laptop and several daysâ worth of downloaded movies, his old IPod classic which held music and only music and enough music to listen to all week almost without repeating a single song.
He had a working cellphone, cell phone service and he even had internet since heâd set his phone up as a Wi-Fi hotspot.
He was perfectly content to remain lost in the woods for the rest of the godawful âcampingâ vacationâŠwhich was three more days.
It started with a magazine article and a desire to try to âfixâ his relationship with Blaine.
He and Blaine could not live together. It seriously was as simple as that. Â The evening Blaine had moved back in, within hours of sending Rachel off, Blaine started fussing about the loft. He wanted to redo the book shelves, he wanted the bathroom reorganized. Heck, in the bathroom he wanted to come up with the money needed to have the bathroom renovated so the toilet and sink were in âbetterâ spots for Blaineâs use, regardless of Kurtâs insistence he would have to ask the landlord about that in the first place and they were never going to come up with the money considering a certain someone had no steady job. Â Blaine needed things done his way in the kitchen, even though he used it less than Kurt. It only got worse when Kurt spoke about school. Â Kurt understood thatâs Juneâs showcase took a lot of time and that just because it happened didnât mean it was completely over and Blaine could just start ignoring her. Â Kurt pointed out that Blaine still had classes to attend and that he hadnât thought Blaine skipping them when preparing for the showcase was a good idea to start off with and Blaine certainly should not keep skipping them when he wasnât working towards an actual event.
Kurt was reminded that he wasnât the boss of Blaine and that Blaine could do what he wanted.  Fine and dandy, however, the tantrum tossed when Kurt refused to skip class and meet up for an afternoon of gaming with Sam while Sam was in town finishing up paperwork at the model agency was uncalled for and ridiculous.  The semi silent treatmentâŠBlaine refused to speak to Kurt when Kurt spoke but Blaine was happy to tell Kurt about how mean Kurt was acting and how much he had hurt Samâs feelings (Kurt hadnât, heâd texted an apology to Sam with the explanation that Kurt could not miss his dance class and that heâd buy Sam dinner when he was in Lima next and Sam said he was fine with it) so long as Kurt just sat and took it and didnât dare speak backâŠwas annoying and irritating.
Then there was the wedding crap.  Kurt told Blaine the hour after they got engaged that he was NOT getting married until he had finished university...and maybe even landed a full time serious job in his fields of choice.  It was NOT happening.  Kurt heard nothing different from Blaine about it either.  Until it passed a year of being engaged and all of a sudden Blaine kept coming and telling him about potential sites and potential caters and asking for him to make a firm decision on colors and a guest list.  Kurt had never even mentioned colors or a guest list, everâŠnot to even make a non-firm comment. Kurtâs reminder that he still had two more years at least and maybe more before even THINKING about a wedding seemed to not be heardâŠat allâŠnot any of the 500 or more times he said it. (Neither did Kurtâs reminder that KURT had his wedding planned down to the number of filler flowers in the table displays, thank you very muchâŠso Blaine needed to back off and chill out because so far nothing Blaine had brought forward would ever work even in whatever dream reality Blaine was working under. When Kurt decided that it was time for a wedding, Kurt would then present his fiancĂ© with five choices and after that make five calls and they would be ready to go.  That had been yelled the fourteenth time Blaine asked Kurt if he thought Forest Green and Peach would be good for wedding colors. )
All that added with the fights about shoes and clothing and picking up after oneâs self and TV choices and movies and gaming and food choices and washing dishes and chores and jobs and rugs and towels and bathroom timing and personal hygiene and good lord everythingâŠKurt and Blaine were not at a good spot coming up towards the end of the semester.
NYADAâs last day for underclassman was the 16th of May.  NYADAâs seniors walked the 10th, with all that week before dedicated to the seniors presenting their final projects and stuff and the seniors taking all their finals for non-presentation classes.  It was a dead week for the rest of the campusâŠit was supposed to be used to study for finals and any presentations they might have during their finals weekâŠunless you were involved in a seniors project.  Kurt was not during the end of his second yearâŠor rather his job had already been done and he wasnât needed on campus. Furthermore, he had already presented for three classes, finished and turned in his huge paper for one class, was complete and ready to present in two classes and didnât need much more studying for his finals in the rest. To top it all off, heâd taken off the whole of dead week from all jobs, because the year before during dead week Kurt had been buried under so much work it had not been funny. He had just neglected (or blocked) to remember why heâd been so far behind and working so hard to catch up.
When Kurt came home on the last day of April, Blaine was already home.  He was sprawled out on the couch and had his face buried in some sort of magazine.  Kurt hung up his bag and coat, pulled off his boots, and went to sit by him and turn on some TV until he had to move againâŠor make dinner, even though it was Blaineâs night to feed them.
âHey Kurt,â Blaine said as he noticed the TV go on. âYou should read this article. Â I bet we could get some ideas on how you could fix our relationship.â
âWe could certainly use some help, but Iâm sure a therapist would be a better option than a magazine article.â Â Kurt replied.
âI told you, Iâm not going to therapy. Â It is a waste of time. My mother says it has not helped one single bit for either her or my dad, so I doubt it would help us.â
âWell, you do have to sort of show up for it to helpâŠâ Kurt said under his breath. Louder Kurt said, âSo what does the article say?â
âIt talks about activities couples can do together to reconnect and get back into tune with each other. Â We should go camping! Â It says camping allows couples to rely on each other and talk to each other without distractions. Â We could go before finals. Â We should totally do the full week!â
âDonât you need to study and finish up projects?â Â Kurt asked.
âOkâŠweâll come home late Friday.  Iâll have the whole weekend.  We can leave this Friday, right after your morning class.â
âI have a presentation to give at my 1pm class.â
âOkâŠright after that.â Blaine said bouncing on the couch.
âIs it even all the way thawed out anywhere?â Â Kurt asked.
âThawed? I guess.  Itâll be great!  I know the perfect place to head off to! You get everything together and Iâll get the place set up.  OhâŠweâll need to rent a car.â
Blaineâs confusion at the word thawed should have been the first clue that he and Kurt didnât have the same idea of camping. Â That and the word car.
âLeave that to me as well, Dad gave me the number to some of his friends.â Kurt said.
Had Kurt thought about things for much longer, instead of simply going into planning mode, he probably should have figured out that Blaineâs idea of camping and Kurtâs idea of camping were very much two different things. Except, Kurt rather liked the idea of camping, of peace and nature and relaxing, so he didnât think about it long and just jumped into planning mode.
Kurt called one of his dadâs friends the next day, who rented him a SUV since he wasnât sure where they were going camping and he might need a 4wheel drive. Kurt also called NYADAâs student recreation center and found out that they did rent out tents and camping gear, also if he chose to buy they gave him the name of three sporting goods shops who gave tremendous students discounts.  Kurt rented the tent and camp stove with a full propane tank, but when they showed him the pedal powered generator and external batteries to be charged and used with laptops and other larger items, Kurt went to the sporting goods shop and bought that (heâd already bought sleeping bags after their snowed in day). He bought the type of camp food that was like military MREs, but which he hoped tasted a bit betterâŠalthough some of the MREs his dad forced down him when he was younger werenât too bad. He bought other food tooâŠhot dogs(which were only edible outside cooked over an open fire) and potatoes for a fry-up, marshmallows and eggs, some good fish that was frozen, onions and peppers and other things to make tinfoil dinners. He even gave into nostalgia and bought spaghetti circles and meatballs and canned raviolis and hot chocolate packets and instant oatmeal. He broke down and bought sodas, not just his Diet Coke, but fun root beers and other fruity sodas in bottles and regular cans of Cokes and Pepsis and Sprites. He found a good deep pot for Dutch-oven cooking and bought the makings for peach cobbler and a good outdoor fry pan that could sit over open flames or on a camp stove, he added a smaller pot and camping utensils and camping dishes for himself and Blaine that he could wash but he wouldnât have to risk his matching place settings at home. He bought two coolers and four of the reusable ice packs to keep frozen food frozen for a decent amount of time. He bought enough bottled water to cook with and drink and even wash their hands and face with for a whole week. And, since Kurt did not trust the weather, he also bought long-johns, silk and thermal and two pairs of fleece lined jeans.  He bought two cable knit sweaters...one wool and one cotton, two fleece pull overs, a good multi-layer hooded waterproof coat which wasnât too bulky to be comfortable, good gloves which included fingertips with which he could use his phone, nice lined boots and lots of good thick socksâŠoh, and a few hats.  He bought a hiking pack which he could put all his clothing and some food in, a compass and a good fire starting kit, a first aid kit that was geared towards outdoor recreation use but would be wonderful to add to the loft, and a wonderful water bottle/canteen which he couldnât wait to take jogging with him when the whole camping thing was done.  He had never been so glad a store stayed open till 9pm in all his life.  When he got back to the loft, Blaine wasnât thereâŠheâd left a note saying he was out with some friends and that heâd be ready for Kurt to pick him up at three and could Kurt have the car gassed up and ready to go at the time as well.
Kurt spent the night washing clothes and getting everything ready for the next day. He charged all his devices; he loaded movies and games on the laptop. Â He pulled out board games and card games and books to read. He pulled out his travel art box, and filled it with pencils, watercolor paints, brushes, and his watercolor paper pad and his sketch pad. Â He found the extra SD cards for his camera and the extra battery pack and made sure it was charged. Â He packed extra notebooks. Â He packed a âgoody bagâ, just in case Blaineâs bonding activity ideas were more on the physical side. Â He pulled out the three sleeping bags heâd bought after they were snowed in, the extra blankets and the pillows that could travel and their air mattress (bought when Sam was living there at the loft). Â He packed everything into the SUV except the stuff he wanted to move to the SUV last minute. Â
He finished packing as soon as he got done with his dance class, where everyone presented their pieces so that Miss July could go somewhere right after she sat through graduation. Kurt was exhausted but he thought he nailed it, which was good. Â Blaine wasnât home yet and so Kurt finished packing and had everything in the car ready. Blaine was dropped off by someone at 2:45 and ran up to the loft just in time to meet Kurt who was bringing down his art box and the last sack of groceries (seasonings and stuff from their own kitchen).
âKurt as soon as you put that in come help me bring my stuff down and then we can be off!â Blaine yelled.
When Kurt got back up to the loft, Blaine handed Kurt a large duffel bag. Kurt locked up as Blaine carried down a large paper sack full of some sort of bottles and his travel cosmetics case. Blaine took those two items with him into the front of the SUV and Kurt packed his bag into the back.
âGod, this car is huge! I donât see why you thought we needed something so big.â Blaine complained as Kurt got into the driverâs seat. Once again, Kurt should have considered that Blaineâs surprise should have been a clue to his idea of camping.
âI didnât know where we were going so Dadâs friend thought we might need 4wheel drive.â Kurt said.
Blaine nodded. âWe might, I didnât ask.  Itâll take about five hours to get there once we get out of the city, so weâd better head now.  Take I-80 until you get to almost Watkinâs Glen.  There might be tolls. Wake me at Binghamton if Iâm not awake by thenâŠor if you stop for food.â
Then Blaine popped his head phones in and leaned his head against the window. Â He was snoring before they were even out of the neighborhood. Kurt popped his music in and settled in for the drive, singing along as he drove north. Â Kurt stopped for food without waking Blaine.
He woke Blaine up when he was supposed to, and they stopped for dinner at a fast food drive-thru. Â Blaine then spent the next half hour chattering about presentations and how annoying it was they were all needing to be done the week of finals.
âWhy didnât you take the option of presenting early?â Kurt asked.
âWhy would I do that?â Blaine asked back.
âBecause it allows you to space yourself better?â
âBut it makes it so you donât get as much time as everyone else to complete stuff.â Blaine said.
âWell, you doâŠI mean I know in three of those six classes you share with me the paper or presentation project is in the syllabus and so youâve had since the start of the semester to work on it if you wanted to.  If I chose to work on it early and have it down and ready to present early I donât see how Iâve lost time.  I just used it to my advantage.â
âBut you could have done more or added more or changed things over the next week or so!â Blaine exclaimed.
âWhy would I need to if I already have it done?â Kurt asked back.
Blaine just grumbled and glared at him.
âWhen you get to the turn off to go to the state park, take it and drive along the road youâd take to get to the back way into the camp grounds.â
âIâve never been up here Blaine, I donât understand where you want me to go.â Kurt said.
âThere is a sign for a bed and breakfast and an innâŠtake that exit and follow along.  We arenât going that far though.â
Kurt sighed. âJust tell me when to turn Blaine.â
Blaine snorted and played on his phone and Kurt drove until Blaine told him to turn. Â Then Blaine started paying close attention to the road.
âSee that turn right up thereâŠthe big open gate.  Turn there.â Blaine said.
Kurt turned, frowning. Â
He followed the paved road up and around a bend and to the front of a large lodge thing. Â He should have known. Blaine reached over and blasted the horn and guys spilled out the front.
Wes and David led the wave of boys who spilled out. Kurt noticed Jeff and Nick as well, and thought he might have seen a few others around somewhereâŠschool, callbacks, or maybe even Dalton.
Blaine jumped out of the SUV and Kurt let his head fall forward against the steering wheel. Â He sighed and got out of the car, watching as Blaine was passed from group to group for hugs and high fives and chest bumps and the whole nine yards.
âKurt! Iâm so glad Blaine talked you into camping with us!â Wes shouted, so Kurt could hear him over the noise the other guys were making. Â âThere is a fire out back and weâve already set out drinks. Â There is still some chowder on the stove if you havenât eaten yet. Richards will be up later to clear it away, but heâll leave snacks out, so donât worry if youâre not hungry now. Would you like to take your bags up before you head out back?â
Kurt watched as Blaine draped his arm around a guy Kurt wasnât familiar with and moved with the group of boys towards they backyard.
âI guess Iâd better.â Kurt said. Â He reached in and grabbed Blaineâs duffel bag and his backpack, giving the rest of the gear in the back a longing look. David was waiting for him instead of Wes.
David showed Kurt a room with double bed. âWes got called to see if Richards would leave out stuff to make sâmores with. You lucked out; Blaine won the flip for this guest room. Â Jeff was put out because he and Nick are one of the bunk rooms and he has to share with Lenny.â Â Â
Kurt smiled. Â He dropped off the bags and followed David out towards the back through the house, taking note of where everything was.
Half an hour later he went back into the kitchen for some soup. Â Blaine hadnât even acknowledged Kurt since they pulled up other than to get the keys so he could get his stuff from the front seats where heâd left it and then bring the keys back to Kurt.
Jeff wandered in a bit later, to see Kurt rinsing out his bowl.
âYou donât have to do that. Â Richards is here. Â Heâll come wash up later.â Â Jeff said.
âI feel better if I do.â Kurt said. Â
He listened to Jeff talk about his classes and clubs he was involved in. Â He hadnât realized Jeff and Nick were both at NYU and that several others they went to school with were at Columbia.
âAre you going to shoot with us tomorrow?â Jeff finally asked.
âShoot?â Kurt asked.
âWes has set up the archery range, but heâs also got trap shooting set up.â
âI havenât ever done that.â Kurt said.
Jeff looked at him oddly. âHave you ever shot a gun?â
Kurt snorted.
âWe go hunting.â Kurt simply said.
âOh. I bet you could come shooting with us then. Of course if you donât want to the hot tubs are both filled and the courts are set up and there is always gaming and TV in the house. Â The pool isnât filled though. This is the week the official pool cleaners come out and scrub it so it needed to be empty for that.â
Kurt just nodded.
âWe should go see if theyâve started telling scary stories yet!â Jeff said, dragging Kurt back out to the yard.
Kurt watched as the guys told stories and drank and Blaine talked and chatted with everyone but him, leaning in and snuggling in to random guys all night. Blaine spent a good amount of time with two blonds in particular, both darker blonds than either Sam or Adam, but blonds none the less. Kurt mostly hung with Jeff, while Nick seemed to be having it out with a red headed man about the amount of alcohol he was consuming.
Kurt went up to bed at 1am.
He was one of four out of 25 up before 10am. Â Wes was up working on some school work and two guys Kurt didnât know, who ended up friends of Davidâs from Yale, were out in one of the hot tubs.
Richards was a very nice man in his early 50s who took care of the lodge throughout the year and stayed to do all the work needed when people were at the lodge. Â He made a mean coffee cake and had no problem with Kurt making himself an omelet.
Richards showed Kurt the ATVs, all with keys ready so that they could be used, the dirt bikes and gear and the trails and explained how far back they could go before running into other peopleâs property or into the state forest. Â There were a lot of woods out back and to the north of the house that Wesâ family owned. Â He was warned not to get lost.
Blaine was finally awake around noon and Kurt joined him for lunch, along with most the rest of the guys.
Jeff bounded up to Kurt and Blaine (and the two blonds and a dark haired man whose hair was actually a mess of ringlets).
âWe are going to the range this afternoon to shoot. Â Wes decided he wanted to do skeet shooting and we donât have the proper set up here for that. Â Do you still want to come?â Jeff asked.
âSure,â Kurt said.
Blaine looked at the two blonds who shook their heads and then answered. âI think Iâll stay here. Iâm not big on shooting.â
Jeff looked at Blaine weird. âYou love shooting with us.â
âI just think Iâll stay, but Kurt should definitely go if he wants.â
Kurt sighed and rolled his eyes. Â âIâll follow you guys. When are we leaving?â
âWe are heading out at 2.â Jeff answered and then waved as he bounded off to the next bunch of guys to see who was going.
âAre you sure you donât want me to stay, Blaine?â Kurt asked.
âIâll be fine.  Iâll hang with Ricky and Edwin. I doubt you knew them; they both graduated my first year at Dalton.  Ricky was the head of the Warblers council before Wes, he served with Wes and Wesâ cousin Lance,â the blond wearing the man bun waved, âand Edwin was fencing champion.  Thatâs why I knew all about fencing when we got to stage fighting classâŠI use to watch Edwin fence all the time.â
Kurt smiled while struggling to keep his snort in.  Blaine had been called out over and over and over for improper fencing during class, and ignored the teacher every timeâŠinsisting he knew the real rules. Kurt hadnât interfered with that mess. Blaine and the professorâs animosity towards each other had become legendary and Kurt wanted no part in it. He and Blaine had not been paired since the fiasco that occurred the week heâd been able to participate again in class after being bashed in the head, so it was just easier to stay out of the fuss and focus on class and not upsetting Blaine by paying too much attention to any specific other people in class.
âIâm sure youâll have fun, then.â Kurt said.
âAre you sure youâll be ok, Kurt?â Edwin asked. âDonât let Jeff bully you into shooting if you donât want to. Â Blaine has told us all about how you arenât into things like sports and horror movies and such and prefer clothes and fashion and musicals.â
âReally now?â Kurt asked, smiling the type of smile that would have warned Santana and Rachel he wasnât happy. Â Blaine seemed not to notice.
âIâm sure we could find you some of the movies youâd like,â Ricky said. âWes has girl cousins who come up here to the cabin every summer.  Most the movies pulled out for the week are horror or action movies, you knowâŠguys filmsâŠthough, sorry.  Iâm sure youâll have time to watch other things though when we are doing the tournament video games later today and tomorrow.  There is a TV in the back room past the gym equipment since we use the TV room, the theater and the gaming room for tournaments, but itâs hooked up to a DVD player and the satellite.  Patrick and Felix are really the only ones who donât participate in the tourney. Felix totally would but his brain wonât let him be in the room with video games for long.â
âIâll be fine, Iâm sure.â Kurt said.
âFelix is the boy who looks like a clone of David.â Blaine said. Â âPatrick is the red head without the huge mass of freckles. Â Neil has the freckles.â
âThanks, Blaine. Did I see Conner last night?â Kurt asked. Â Conner was one of the non-warblers Kurt had been friendly with when at Dalton. Â Blaine had hated him since. Â Kurt had always thought it hilarious that Blaine hadnât wanted to date him or notice Kurtâs crush on him but had bristled up like a dog protecting its bone whenever Kurt spoke with Conner.
Blaine growled. âYes, heâs here with his boyfriend, Jake.â
âCool, Iâll have to find him and catch up later.â Kurt said.
âKurt, he is very serious about Jake.â
Kurt rolled his eyes. âYes, Blaine. Iâm sure he is.â  Kurt fiddled with the ring on his finger.  He and Conner had never been like that anywayâŠConner wasnât even out at the time to anyone and Kurt was who heâd approached about things. Kurt had once asked why he didnât talk to Blaine and Conner had answered that he knew Blaine couldnât keep a secret. Kurt had just nodded. âWho was the guy Nick was talâŠâ
âCome on, Blaine. Letâs go see if theyâve started the after lunch movie!â the dark haired guy said as he pulled Blaine towards the huge theater room that Kurt had seen on the way to the kitchen.
âHave fun later, Kurt!â Blaine yelled as he bounced after the others.
Kurt sighed at his questioning being interrupted. He went out to check out the trails in the woods to the north of the house. Â Heâd at least get hiking into his foiled camping trip.
Ten minutes of slow wandering into the woods on the largest trail and he could no longer hear the boys screaming and yelling at each other outside where they were playing basketball and tennis. Â Five minutes after that several game trails broke off the path and Kurt decided to take one of those to see where it led.
It was a short trail, not more than about 100 to 200 steps. It led to a lovely clearing with a brook running through the back of it and wildflowers peeking through the carpet of old fallen leaves. Â There were some great trees surrounding the clearing, huge green leaves making the light coming through dapple over the few evergreens. Â Kurt brushed the leaves away, finding the ground mostly dirt under a copse of evergreens and birch and giving away to green grass which was trying to fight the dead leaves.
He made plans to come out the next day with his sketch book and pencils and possibly the camera before heading back to the house so he didnât miss the trip to the shooting range.
It wasnât all that late when Kurt got back, so he joined Jeff and Nick at the archery set up at the far end of the lawn. Â He didnât see Blaine anywhere.
Using the bows Wes had for everyoneâs use was fun, but Kurt missed his own. When he complained Nick teased him.
âWhat,â Kurt said. âMy dadâs cousin was ecstatic when he learned of my interest in bows. Â Granted it started because I watched Robin Hood, but it was something he could work with in making a connection, you know. So when I outgrew my first bow, he took me and had a friend make me a longbow I could hunt with but would also look cool and be useful as a prop. Â I also have a hand crafted recurve and he is trying to convince me to come to the dark-side and join his love of cross-bows.â
âYouâve hunted with a bow?â Nick asked.
âIâve gone bow hunting.â Kurt said. âI try not to actually hit anything and my dad and his cousinâs family all promise not to tease me too much when I cry as they field dress Bambi.â
Jeff had to sit down because he was laughing so hard.
âYou should have joined the archery team at Dalton.â Jeff said.
Kurt snorted. âDo you remember what happened when Drewâs tire went flat?â
Nick snorted.
âThe day at the Lima Bean?â Jeff said.
âYeah. Â I offered to fix it and Blaine got all âYou canât do that. You donât even like sports. Youâll mess up your hands. Youâll mess up Drewâs car. Youâll mess up your uniform. What makes you think you could actually fix a car?â condescending about it, so I just called someone because Drew didnât even know who usually looked after his car.â
âYeah, I remember.â Nick said.
âI decided there that if Blaine wanted this fairy prince idea of me then who was I to ruin it? Â He wasnât listening to anything contrary to it anyway, why force the issue? I joined badminton as my sport, although I admit if the ballroom dance team had had an opening I might have considered that. I steered clear of those sports that Blaine considered too much for my delicate little self and just let it be.â
âSo, you could have changed the tire?â Jeff asked.
âJeff, my dad is a mechanic. We own Hummelâs Tires and Lube. Iâve known how to change a tire since I was 8âŠby myself for the most part.â
Nick laughed.
âBut, Blaine says you work as a singing waiter.â Jeff said.
âI like that job. Â I also work at Vogue.com. Â My choice of jobs is one of those just because I can do it doesnât mean I always want to do it things.â Kurt said.
Wes called them to head off before anyone could say anything more.
To Kurtâs surprise, there were 18 guys heading to the shooting range and two of the others had headed into town to pick up something for Wes. Â Wes said the others were staying behind to work on projects and stuff for school.
Kurt worried Blaine would be bored, but decided to stick it out for a while. Â He stayed about an hour, hitting about 2/3s of the clay discs during his turns. Â He couldnât call the time spent at the range a loss though; heâd spoken to Conner and met his Jake, who could not have been a better match for Conner if Kurt had been able to manufacture a boy for him. Â He made plans to see them during the summer. Â They were both at Yale. Â He spoke and joked with Jeff and Nick some more. Â He got to hang with David a bit, who oddly enough was not hanging with Wes as much as Kurt expected. It was great but he was still worried. He told Wes he was heading back to the house and waved goodbye to Nick and Jeff and David.
Kurt parked off to the side so others could get in and out easier when he got to the house and then headed in. Â He pulled the SUV up off to the side of the trail heâd hiked down earlier. Â He waved to Richards, who looked like he was starting dinner, as he entered into the kitchen and then went hunting to find Blaine.
Blaine wasnât in the theater room. Â Some horror film was playing, but Kurt didnât see anyone in the room watching it. Â He found one of the guys whoâd been hanging around Jeff the night before in what Kurt had declared the library, surrounded by books and typing as fast as his fingers could fly.
The dark haired kid and Ricky were located in one of the Hot Tubs. Kurt saw them as he passed by and headed towards the game room.
The game room was empty, the inside gym was empty, the music room was empty. The laundry room was empty as was the formal dining room, the mud room, and the KitchenâŠexcept for Richards. Kurt sighed and went to their room to get his IPod and go relax in the library with the guy working on his school work.
Their room wasnât empty. The door wasnât even shut.
Blaine was on the bed riding Edwin with more gusto than heâd ever shown while having sex with Kurt, and Edwin was calling him all sort of pettish type names that Blaine was simply eating up. Â The kind Blaine got upset at Kurt for using.
Kurt turned and headed down the stairs to the kitchen and Richardsâ peaceful presence.
âSo,â Kurt said after watching the man for a while. âAre there any actual rules about doing actual camping on the property?â
âAs far as I know, no one has ever considered it,â Richards said.
Kurt nodded.
âBut you know of no rules against it?â Kurt asked.
âThere are no tents or anything around.â
Kurt nodded. He headed outside to the trail he took earlier. Â It was big enough for the ATV until the game trail. Â Kurt pulled the ATV to the back of the SUV and went to the garage to swipe a few bungie cords. Â He loaded the two coolers and the propane tank first and drove them to the game trail, unloading them and dragging them down the game trail until he reached the clearing. He drove back to the SUV and loaded the camp stove, the tent and a normal camp chair and the camp table. He drove those out to the game trail and took them one by one into the clearing. Â He headed back to the house and wandered into the Kitchen again, asking Richards if he knew when the other boys would be back.
Wes had called and told Richards theyâd be back in about an hour and to have snacks ready. Â Kurt nodded and stayed to help make snacks, grabbing a few mini quiches before heading back out the door when Richards turned his attention towards dinner again.
Kurt loaded a tarp from the garage onto the ATV and sat the air mattress, the generator, the sleeping bags, blankets and pillows onto the tarp. He added the camp chair that reclined somewhat and had a foot rest to his pile. He loaded his art box and the bag of stuff from the kitchen, and finally the box with all the cooking and camping stuff heâd packed. He tossed the messenger bag with his laptop and camera in it over his shoulder and took off one more time down the trail.
After he moved everything into the clearing heâd tucked the messenger bag into the tarp bundle, secured with the bungee cords, and road back to the house. Â He headed into the theater room and started a new movie, fast forwarding it to about 40 minutes into the movie. Â Heâd seen Men In Black enough to not have to worry about missing out on anything.
Jeff and Nickâs voices carried and Kurt hopped up and headed out to see the guys whoâd just got back. Nick was once again having an animated discussion with a red head, but not either mentioned by Blaine. Jeff was looking a bit worried, but noticed Kurt and waved. Blaine and Edwin and Ricky and the dark haired guy were all in the Hot Tubs and Kurt made sure to wave as he went around back with the group coming in from shooting.
âWes,â Kurt said siding up to him, âIâm going to go in and lay down. Â I forgot to wear the earplugs while out at the range and have given myself a headache.â
Wes waved and nodded. âIf you miss dinner, there is always food in the fridge.â
Kurt smiled and nodded to him. Â Then he went up to the room and packed the few things heâd taken out back into the backpack and took the backpack downstairs, tucking it into the garage against the wall.
He went into the kitchen and grabbed more snacks and stuffed them into a baggie and grabbed some pain meds and a bottle of water. He waved to Richards. He went down the hall towards the stairs and the rooms, then turned back and ducked out a side door.
He fetched the backpack from the garage and ran to the trail, then happily and cheerfully hiked his way into the woods, to the game trail and into the clearing. Â He sang as he went.
âInto the woods, It's time to go, It may be all In vain, I know. Into the woods- But even so, I have to take the journey.â
Kurt felt lyrics had never so rightly expressed his feelings.
Kurt spent the next two hours setting up camp to his liking, listening to the Into the Woods soundtrack as he worked. It seemed appropriate. The music made his task seem quicker and less lonely. Â Singing made everything feel less tight. Â It hadnât been that way in a while. Kurt tried not to think about why.
Kurt counted his blessing as he set up as well. He had the tent to himself. Â He had the air mattress to himself. Â He had his pillows. Â Everything would stay hair gel free.
He realized he was missing a few items, but by the time heâd decided he wanted those it was nearly dark. Kurt made himself an omelet again and a list of what he needed to get from the house. Â He took stock of what he had food wise and what heâd need to make and eat first. He decided to deposit what he didnât want into the fridge of the house the next day, but without feeding two he would still have plenty to go around. Â Besides, first he had to see if he could make it through the night. Â It would be the first night camping alone heâd ever done.
Kurt put on warm clothes and kicked back in his deluxe camp chair with one of the books until it got too dark. Â Then he curled himself up in the sleeping bag nest heâd created with his laptop and watched one of the movies heâd put on it. When it finished, Kurt curled into his sleeping bag and bawled about everything until he fell asleep.
He slept through the night but woke early the next morning, which was fine by him. Â He wanted in and out again with minimal contact. Â He located the plastic wrap and wrapped all the meat heâd brought, except the frozen fish and a package of bacon, and tucked it into his emptied messenger bag.
Even hiking back to the house had him up and in the kitchen before anyone else. He tucked the food into the fridge and swiped one of the sleep masks that had been sitting in the cabinet that held the pain meds that Kurt had seen the night before.  Kurt headed into the garage, where he borrowed a pair of hedge clippers which he could also use to cut rope, rope and another tarp and an empty box that wasnât too large.  He headed back into the kitchen and nicked a pack of frozen imitation crab, some butter cubes, and some fresh green onions and tomatoes and a bunch of fruitâŠbananas, oranges, grapes, pears, kiwis, berries.  He tucked into his bag some fancy cheese spreads and a box of fancy crackers and a small loaf of French bread.
He noticed a note on the fridge door that mentioned the showers in the pool house were open and people should shower out there as well so there wouldnât be too much wait.
Kurt skipped back to his camp and then skipped back to the pool house shower with a change of clothes and his personal care items in tow. Â The pool house not only had showers, but sinks and toilets as well. It was empty still, although he could now see movement up at the house.
Kurt was showered and back out towards his camp in fifteen minutes.
His day was blissful. He took photos of the brook and trees and flowers and all sorts of stuff, lovely detailed ones. Â He was sort of planning out part of Caroleâs Christmas gift if he could locate someplace to turn the photos into a calendar.
Kurt also spent time sketching. Â He was taking set design over the summer and recalled from listening to those Apples whoâd been in the class that those in the class were encouraged to get practice in sketching as many different environments as possible. Â He drew flowers and mushrooms and trees and rocks, focusing on details in some pictures and the big picture in others. Â He went on small hikes, following little trails here and there around his camp site. Â He kept his ears open for anyone yelling his name.
He wrote and he practiced his vocal piece and his drama piece. He let his anger out at a spot on one of his mini hikes where a stream ran through what seemed to be rock walls and that had a lovey echo. Â Kurt screamed and yelled and called Blaine all sorts of foul names and shouted curses upon him and his future generations, which was oddly satisfying.
Kurt went back to his camp for lunch, where he ate some of the pilfered cheese and fruit and drank specialty root beers. He packed into the small box all the food items that he couldnât really use without a campfireâŠthe makings for the Dutch oven peach cobbler, the marshmallows and sâmores ingredients, half the potatoes, the other items heâd bought for tinfoil dinners, and more than half the sodas.  He figured heâd just take those things back to the SUV, and then he wouldnât have to deal with them at camp.
He settled down to read some more and then checked his email and Facebook and played around on the internet for  a while, plugging the external battery in to the generator and pedaling as it charged so he could watch movies again that night while he used the computer.  He decided to charge his phone while he read in the evening and his IPod while he read the next morning.
He fixed himself a fry-up for dinner, using half the bacon and some potatoes, cheese, onions, eggs and peppers. Â He used a grocery bag heâd left stuff in to put the trash in and determined to take it to the house after it got dark.
Kurt dug out the flashlight heâd packed and took the trash, his personal care items, and the box to be taken to the SUV back to the house a bit after dark. Â He went to the SUV first and put the box in the back. Â Then he ditched the bag of trash in the outside dumpster. He saw a few people milling about, a few guys in the Hot Tubs and a few more by the fire pit. Â He spoke to one of the guys he didnât know who said most were in the house playing a video game tournament. Â Kurt nodded. He headed to the pool house to shower and use the bathroom. Â There were some things he was not doing in the woods unless he absolutely had to.
On the way out, he nicked several smaller trash bags from the box of the under the sink.
The night was spent peacefully curled up in his tent, without the crying of the night before. Heâd put on the sleep mask, as well, so he actually slept a bit late.  Kurt wasnât too upset about it.  During the night he decided he really wanted to play on one of the dirt bikes, so he figured heâd stick around for a bit and being seen wouldnât be bad, unless it was BlaineâŠbesides he hadnât slept in that much.  It wasnât even 8am yet.
Kurt skipped off to the pool house to do his morning routineâŠmessenger bag in tow with clean clothes and his phone to take selfies on the dirt bike.
He slipped into the kitchen and found breakfast laid out, waffle batter to be put in the waffle makers and the goodies to top waffles with and decided to eat. Two waffles later, and a bowl of sugared peaches in cream later, Kurt skipped out the door to the dirt bikes. He was just barely hearing movement. Â He wandered around the bikes and decided on a yellow one that was good height and engine size. Â He fetched a helmet and jacket and took off on the bike to the area Richards had said was a bike course.
He was out on the bike for over an hour, going over the trails on the course three times a piece. He decided one of the first things he was doing when he got home was calling his dad and spending a whole lot of time apologizing for not letting him buy him one when he was younger. Â He might need to send apology gift baskets to the guys his dad worked with as well. Â He might not have become the racer they wanted but he would have loved one of these bikes.
He headed back to the house and met another of those guys he didnât actually know as he was parking the bike. Â After a quick exchange where Kurt gave directions to the bike course and the guy informed Kurt that no one was down at the pool house anymore, Kurt went off and quickly took another shower to remove the dust and sweat. Â There were a few guys out down by the archery course, but Kurt didnât see anyone else as he skipped on back to his camp. Â There were three bikes gone and he could hear them somewhere off a ways though, so he figured the guy he spoke with went and dragged out some friends.
The rest of Monday consisted of pedaling to charge Kurtâs IPod while he sketched an absolute brilliant Robin Hood costuming idea making Robin Hood and his Merry Men not people who went to archery tournaments but people who competed on the Motocross circuitâŠok, maybe not so brilliant but fun none-the-less, and as he was sketching for fun it didnât matter. He decided to charge the external battery again since he was still sketching when the IPod was fully changed, and then the other battery for the lantern.
He made an imitation crab omelet with onions and tomato and peppers and mushrooms and cheese. Â He was almost down to a dozen eggs from two dozen, but his cold foods were still cold, so he wasnât all that worried. Â He might have to go up and sneak some milk out in a day or so, but heâd worry about that when he got there.
After lunch and clean up, he settled into his chair for some more reading. Â Heâd finished the first novel and was starting the second. Â With any luck he could get at least four of the five books he brought read. Â By about four in the afternoon, with still no one calling for him, Kurt was starting to wonder about Jeff and Nick at the very least and why they hadnât been asking after him. Â Of course he hadnât seen Jeffâs car that morning either, so maybe that had something to do with it.
By late evening, after Kurt had made himself some soup with chicken stock and potatoes, adding the rest of the bacon and the rest of the onion and pepper and mushrooms, he settled down to check his social media and watch a movie before sneaking back to the house. Â Everything was fine. He hadnât missed any calls or anything.
The trip to the house at just after 10pm was uneventful. Â No one was outside at all, even though there was a fire in the fire pit. Kurt was washed and ready to head back to his camp, trash tossed, without having seen anyone.
He slept the night through without any problems, but forgot the eye mask so was up way early. Â That was fine; he wanted to nick some milk anyway. Kurt picked up the empty water bottle heâd set aside for the purpose and tucked it in to his messenger bag. Â The house was silent when he got there, however once again breakfast was waiting. Â This time there was a huge pot of oatmeal and some absolutely heavenly looking scrambled eggs being kept warm in one of those containers used at like restaurant brunches. Â
Kurt ate eggs, which were divine, and a small bowl of oatmeal with fruit and cream mixed in and honey for sweetener. He nicked a water bottle full of milk and a partially used block of Colby Jack and several little balls of mozzarella. He still had some of the spreads left. Â He nicked a few bagels and a partially used tub of cream cheese and another small loaf of French bread. Â He picked up a lemon from the basket of fruit, as well as a banana, some grapes, an apple, and the rest of three berry baskets from the fridge. Â He also swiped more mushrooms, an onion, two bell peppers and a mostly used bag of spinach leaves.
His shower was quick and he was done before anyone else seemed to be up. Â He decided to go hiking again after lunch and to bring his paints.
He spent the morning on his computer, looking at his classes needed and what he could take over the summer.  He planned on set design already, in fact was signed up for it.  There was a dialect course he thought would be fun and if he took it during summer, if wouldnât interfere with his singing course, which he heard it could.  He decided to also do his vocal projection course, make-up arts, and one of the other history of theater courses.  That would give him a full load for summer, but an easier load than was carried for normal semesters.  He checked to see if he could register them yetâŠand he could, so he got that done. He emailed Carole, to let her know what days he wouldnât be going to school over the summerâŠwhich included every Friday oddly enough.
Kurt fixed himself the left over soup for lunch, finishing it off with the bread and some of the Colby Jack.  He washed what needed washing and put together a small kit to take hikingâŠwatercolor papers taped down onto cardboard rectangles that were small enough to easily carry, about six, his watercolor cake setâŠsmall but containing 12 colors, a water bottle for drinking and one for using with the watercolors, a plastic cup and a plastic palette. He tucked his IPod into his pocket and let the ear buds dangle and turned the music loud enough that he could hear.
He left his phone on the table where heâd packed.
He had a grand time. He found the most delightful mushrooms to paint and a set of wildflowers that were peeking above leaves that were still bright red and yellow. Â He painted the little waterfall that cascaded between the rocks where heâd yelled earlier. He tried a little blue bird but he wasnât sure heâd go so far as to call what came out a bird. Finally he painted a rock with moss all over it like a carpet.
He hopped and skipped back to the camp. Â It had been ages since he felt so content.
His phone was shrilly ringing when he got back. Â He looked at who was calling and saw Rachelâs number so ignored it.
He set out the paintings so they could dry even more and pulled out the fish so it could thaw enough to cook for his dinner. Then Kurt opened his laptop to Facebook. Â He called his Dad right then.
Because apparently, Kurt was Lost In The Woods. He couldnât hear anyone calling for him, but there it was spattered all over his Facebook pageâŠheâd been lost in the woods for three days or maybe twoâŠor maybe just one.  No one could recall seeing himâŠbut some people said they had. But those people all said ridiculous things so obviously they were just saying stuff to make themselves feel important. Blaine noticed he was gone firstâŠno Nick and Jeff did and Blaine was surprisedâŠno Nick and Jeff are wrong, Blaine DID notice Kurt was gone firstâŠif Blaine noticed then why was he surprised when Jeff asked about KurtâŠon and on and on.
Rachel was in hysterics and said this was going to âruin her big chanceâ she was so upset.
Santana suggested they look for a trail of glitter dust.
Mercedes was wondering if she needed to head out to New York and cancel a show to do so and help look.
Mike asked if they had checked nearby camp grounds and was promptly told how silly he was and asked if he remember who was âlost in the woodsâ. Â Mike responded that maybe they should all think about that same question a bit.
Puck asked if anyone had asked his dad or Carole if they had heard from him. Â No one answered Puck.
Kurt sighed and turned off his computer. He plugged it into the external battery to charge.  He plugged his IPod into the pedal generator and his little external speaker and started to pedal. He called his dad againâŠwho asked if he was safe and then said he really didnât care as long as no authorities were called in.  Then asked why none had yet been.
Kurt said he didnât know and that he was close enough to hear if anyone was actually looking for him or calling for him...and no one was.
âI mean seriously, Dad, I am a 10 minute brisk walk away from the house everyone is staying at. I was at the house this morning and there was no one even up. I spent the morning in my camp registering for school, sent Carole an email, and then spent the afternoon till I called the first time wandering around the woods, and not always deeper into the woods, stopping in places long enough to PAINT! No one has been out here looking.â Kurt nearly yelled.
âAnd youâre sure youâre warm enough?â
âI got hiking clothing, Dad. I could model for some catalogue like LLBean.â Kurt said with a sneer. âGranted there are a few pieces I might consider moving into my normal wardrobeâŠbut most are too lumberjack chic for my tastes. I got lined jeans, Dad and they do nothing to enhance any sort of figure what-so-ever!â
Kurt smiled as he heard his dadâs laughed.
âWhat are you doing up there anyway?â his dad asked.
Kurt explained the magazine and how he totally misunderstood the word âcampingâ in Blaineâs world.
âIâm not kidding; these guys seem to think staying in the house is campingâŠbecause they have a fire in the fire pit out back and do things like archery or go shooting and have dirt bikes and ATVs out for use.  It is ridiculous. I swear I made Jeff loose his capacity for speech when I said I had been shooting before, but never trap or skeet shootingâŠI went hunting. Luckily I did that while chatting the first night we got here and not while out shooting the bows at targets the next morning.  It would have been a shame to have shocked him so badly he took his bow shot when I mentioned hunting while at the bows; Jeff was so not being safe and would have probably hit one of the guys running about the yard at that time.â
âAnything good come about with this?â Â Burt asked.
âI have reconnected with Jeff and Nick; I didnât even know they were in New York.  I have reconnected with a few other of the Warblers. I have learned you can rent equipment from the Student Recreation Center and that NYADA has a Student Recreation Center, and it has this awesome climbing wall and a pool that is just open to students and staff and they do extra dance, fencing, stage combat, tumbling and classes like that for a low fee. I bought this absolutely awesome generator which had these pedals and you pedal on it to charge stuff, but it is easy to pedal, so you can just sit there and pedal as you read or such at the camp and you can charge things like your phone or IPod or tablets or charge external batteries which you can use to charge things like laptopsâŠor a lantern.  I also bought a very nice lantern.  I figured both could be useful for emergencies, like if we lost power again, so I dipped into the emergency fund at the sporting goods shopâŠwhich did include clothing purchases but Iâll refund that money back into the emergency fund. Anyway, the sporting goods shop had this awesome first time student buyer discount of 50% and then another 20% discount for a single item. And their student discount is usually 30% off anyway, which is really good.  I have decided that Blaine is a cheating and lying piece of crap and not worth my time or effort.  Oh, and I would like to officially apologize for telling you ânoâ when you offered me a dirt bikeâŠI was a fool, those things are awesome.  I took out a 250cc four stroke and it was so fun. I didnât even care the helmet messed my hair up.  I seriously should have let you talk me into that when little.â
âBack-up kiddo. Â What was that about Blaine?â Burt asked.
Kurt sighed.
âI was willing to go âcampingâ Blaine style when we got here, but he spared NO attention to me at all, except once to warn me off talking to an old friendâŠmaking it sound like I was the one who cheated and was after guys even though we are engagedâŠwhich I donât think anyone there knows or pays attention to, even though the blasted engagement happened at Dalton.  So I came back from skeet shooting early and walked in on Blaine being screwed by someone else! SoâŠI am done.  We have been fighting about everything since he moved back in, he gets mad at me every time I try to tell him anything likeâŠoh, you should study, we have a huge test next week or we do need to go to class, it is kind of one of those things you do when you go to school, and he never listens to me, not about what I like to eat, not about what Iâd like to watch, and not about not wanting to get married until after I have graduated! Then he is hanging with these guys and not telling me, lying about where heâs been or what heâs been doing, and now heâs fucking around and Iâm done.â
âOh, Kurt. Â So thatâs why you ended out on your own?â his dad asked.
âYep.â
âAnd are you going to go tell them you arenât lost?â his dad asked.
âNope.  Not until someone comes yelling for me.  Iâm not exactly hiding.  Or if the authorities come yelling for me, or in with the sirensâŠIâd be able to hear them Iâm sure. Weâre supposed to leave Friday afternoon so weâll be back Friday night so Blaine can do some studying for finals week and get together his presentations and such. So if no one comes yelling before then Iâll break camp and then go borrow the ATV to move everything back to the SUV so we can go.â
âYou telling Blaine youâre done then?â Burt asked.
âNot planning on it. Iâm planning on right after finals week. That way his schooling disaster canât be blamed on meâŠalthough it probably will anyway.â
âYou are sure heâs going to fail?â Burt asked.
âDad, we share 6 classesâŠhe pulled strings to get into them.  I have done half my finals stuff already.  I spent weeks putting together presentations, picking and working on pieces, writing papers, practicing my dance stuffâŠalthough we donât share that class.  I donât think he has given any serious thought to any of it.â
âItâs ok, Kiddo. It is not your responsibility to make him do his work.â
âThanks, Dad.â
âWell, Iâm going to go make sure Carole doesnât think youâre lost in the woods. Â You take care and find something relaxing to do.â
Kurt leaned back in his camp chair, his feet stilling after his dad hung up. He really didnât want to become âunlostâ until someone tried to find him, however he wasnât sure he wanted to sacrifice his evening shower and tending to business either. Â He also sort of wanted to see if he could figure out how come, if he was lost enough to shout about it all over Facebook, no one was looking for him and how come it took this long for anyone to notice he wasnât around.
The first answer, of course was to see if he could figure out a more detailed timeline from Facebook.
Kurt popped open his laptop and got on Facebook. Â He ignored the message box for the time being and just started looking at the feed.
At a bit after noon, Blaine posted on his wall about Kurt not being around and to stop calling him to talk to Kurt.  Jeff answered with âwhere the hell is he, since that was what you said last night as wellâ and âif you donât want me to call you to talk to Kurt, give me his damn phone numberâ. Jeff, who has check-ins at food places and such, was in NYC with Nick and Lenny⊠who was apparently Nickâs brother and who they had to rush back to NYC because he didnât feel well and then who ended up having his appendix out. They had left right after Kurt had headed to the bedroom according to the posts on Nickâs Facebook page, which was oddly enough how he seemed to be communicating with his mother. Anyway, apparently Nick had wanted to ask Kurt something and was trying to get hold of him, but was busy and almost constantly on the phone with other family members and didnât have his current phone number. So, Nick had Jeff calling BlaineâŠstarting Monday afternoon. Jeff was apparently told consistently that Kurt was probably off in the bathroom and Blaine would have him call as soon as he got out, or outside and Blaine would have him call as soon as he got in, or sleeping and Blaine would have him call in the morningâŠor just not around that Blaine could see and Blaine would have him call as soon as he came around. The phones calls never last long because Blaine would then tell Jeff he was in the middle of something and then hang up on JeffâŠno offer to take a message or anything.
Also a bit after noon, Jeff called Wes and asked if he could find Kurt and give him Nickâs number so he could call Nick since Blaine wouldnât.  He also called David, to ask him to look for Kurt but David was in NYC as well, picking up one of their friends from the airportâŠwhose flight had been delayed for 12 hours and so ended up in at 11am on Tuesday not 11pm on Monday, in fact when Jeff called they were still in the airport as even that time was late and they were still waiting for the luggage to be able to be picked up. David couldnât remember seeing Kurt past the shooting range.  However, Blaine had also told David each time he asked that Kurt was hanging with Conner or with Jeff and NickâŠbecause he didnât like video games.  Jeff pointed out that he and Nick had been gone since right after they got back from the shooting range, Kurt wasnât hanging out with them.
Wes called Nick, since Jeff was on the phone with David, and told him he couldnât find Kurt. Â And that Blaine couldnât actually seem to remember the last time heâd seen him.
Nick posted up a note on Kurtâs Facebook page asking Blaine how he could treat his fiancĂ© like he was. Jeff posted a note asking any of Kurtâs friends if heâd been in touch. Wes asked why Nick thought Kurt and Blaine were engagedâŠand found out about Blaineâs proposal at Dalton and that they hadnât even been dating again for two full days and about how many people were there and then started questioning BlaineâŠstill over Kurtâs pageâŠabout that situation. Blaine had said nothing other than hadnât he done a fabulous job at making such a grand display.
Wes posted that supposedly some people had seen Kurt, with the dirt bikes or walking around by the pool house showersâŠbut Blaine posted that the dirt bike story was obviously stupidâŠdidnât they know Kurt? Of course he refused to answer when asked when heâd seen Kurt last.
Then Wes posted that no one could find Kurt and did that mean he was lost? Â And when did he get lost? Â And how could no one notice Kurt was missing?
And Kurtâs Facebook page exploded into chaos when his Lima friends all started commentingâŠnone except maybe Mike and Puck in any manner that helped.
Kurt rolled his eyes and sighed. David posted that he and Ravi, the friend he was picking up, would be on their way and some people had a whole lot of explaining to do. Jeff and Nick posted that they would be up in the morning, however they still couldnât leave until Nickâs mom got back to look after Lenny, who was apparently hopeless and didnât even have a single friend who could be trusted not to screw up his recovery.
Still, no one at the house right now was looking for him. He figured that heâd walk down and decide then if he was going to risk the shower and toilet or not. Â However, dinner was calling and he deserved something good.
The fish had thawed enough to be fried up and Kurt seasoned it with the lemon and some butter. Â He ate some fruit and the bagel and cream cheese. He broke out another of the fancy sodas. He washed up. Â He gathered the used water bottles and tucked them into a bag he was using for recycling. He gathered the trash and put it in another. He plugged the external battery into the generator yet again and peddled while reading his novel until it was too dark to read anymore. He switched out items to be charged half way through and charged his IPod. Â His phone was still fine.
At nearly midnight, Kurt took his bag with his stuff in it and walked down to the house. Heâd probably hit things just right, David had just pulled in when Kurt hit the tree line. Kurt leaned against a tree to watch and gather information which he hoped would shed some light on his âdisappearanceâ and the lack of hunting for him.
âWould you like to explain what the Fuck is going on?â David yelled  at Wes who had exited the house as David stood from behind the driverâs seat.
âI donât know.â Wes said. âAll I know is that when Jeff called at about one-ish, and I went to ask Blaine where Kurt was, Chez got all huffy and yelled at me because Blaine was getting grouchy and not being as fun since Jeff kept calling.  He and Ricky were hanging in the exercise room and said Blaine wasnât with them, so I left to look for him, however Blaine and Edwin were there when I walked back by like two minutes later. I asked Blaine where Kurt wasâŠhe said he was probably with Conner.  I found Conner, who hadnât seen Kurt since the shooting range...nor had Jake. Conner said he thought Kurt and Blaine had been together tucked up in their room enjoying their time together, since that was what Kurt thought the week was for and since he hadnât seen either.â
âI went back to ask Blaine why Conner thought he and Kurt would be tucked up together and who else might Kurt be hanging with, but I couldnât find any of the four, so I just started asking about Kurt.  Rocko was certain Kurt was the one who told him about the dirt bike trails. Lex thought heâd talked to Kurt Sunday night about how everyone was up playing video tournaments still so the shower was free. No one else can recall seeing him around. So, I asked Blaine if he knew if Kurtâs stuff was in the bedroom or notâŠafter hunting him and Edwin and Ricky and Chez back downâŠthis time to the hot tubs. He said he didnât know ⊠he hadnât looked. I asked when he saw Kurt last.  He shrugged and said he hadnât been to their room since Sunday afternoon really, just long enough to get some clothes so he could bunk down with Edwin and Ricky and catch up with them. So I asked if he realized no one had seen Kurt since Saturday afternoon, did he see Kurt after heâd gone up to bed with his headache? Blaine said he hadnât even known Kurt had gone up with a headache, heâd slept on the floor of the movie room after watching movies all night long with Edwin and then didnât look for Kurt because Kurt is always up early so of course he wasnât in the room when Blaine went and got his clothing and such on Sunday.â
âSo Kurtâs been missing since Saturday Night?â David yelled.
âWell, maybe?â Wes said.
âWhere have you looked?â David shouted again.
âUmmâŠ.â
âWes?â Davidâs voice dropped very low and dark. Â Ravi, or at least that was who Kurt assumed had also climbed out of the car was, laughed.
âThe house?â Wes said. âLook, Itâs not my fault.  I kept asking around if people had seen Kurt and Conner found out I was asking around about Kurt so he took off to find Blaine and then all of a sudden it was like world war three! I donât know if anyone but Felix doesnât have blood on them somewhere! You had been calling and everyone was antsy and so when Conner found Blaine and started screaming at him everyone just joined inâŠ.then Chez threw a punch at Jake when Jake said something about boyfriends and then others started throwing punches and when Richards finally blew the blow horn and everyone stopped, you had a bunch of guys who were just caught in the middle and then one side who said Blaine was engaged to Kurt and were screaming about that and one side who kept insisting the other was delusional, after all Blaine was with Edwin, didnât we all know that? It was insane.  People even ended up going to the ER. So we had to spend hours patching people up and stopping the little fights that keep breaking out here and there and our friends from college are all stressed at being caught in the middle. Most of the guys have calmed somewhat, since Jake took Conner off to the ER and Brent went with them, he thinks he might have fracture his foot. Except Rocko, who seems to still want to tear Blaine limb from limb.â
âBlaine isnât with Edwin.â David said.
âYes he is.â Wes said. âTheyâve been an item since Edwin saw Blaine perform at the old ladyâs showcaseâŠ.the one we left early.â
âThe one you left early. The rest of us stayed, remember? We wanted to talk to Kurt but Blaine took Kurt off someplace before we could, wellâŠI wanted to talk to Kurt. And Felix wanted to meet Kurt.  Blaine announced Kurt as his fiancĂ© there.â
âDonât be silly, David. I was with Blaine and Edwin the next day and they decided to see each other then.â
âLike it would matter at all to Edwin if Blaine was engaged or not.â David said âI am not kidding, Wes. Kurt and Blaine are engaged.â
âNo, Blaine is with Edwin. They go out about three times a week in the evening. They hang out on weekends during the day. Â And Edwinâs not as wild as he used to be, he promised heâd stopped the behavior that got him suspended way back then.â
âAnd you believed him. He never changed, Wes. He just stopped screwing with kids with enough clout to do anything about him. When did Blaine and Kurt break up?â David asked, throwing his hands in the air.
âI donât know.â
âAnd where does Blaine live?â David asked.
âHe lives with Kurt, remember?  He moved in when Kurtâs roommates leftâŠâ Wes said.
âOk.  SoâŠyou know KurtâŠdo you think Kurt would have Blaine move in with him after they broke-up recently?â David asked, very slowly.
âWell, no.â Wes said. âbut maybe it wasnât recent?â
âOkâŠLetâs play with that idea.  SoâŠwe all know and accept that Kurt and Blaine broke up early October of Blaineâs senior year, right?â David asked, still drawing out the sentence like he was talking to a very small child.  Kurt had his bag up to his face to stifle any laughter.  The guy David had brought with him wasnât even trying.
âYes. Â Trent said Blaine was devastated.â Wes said.
âDid he? Huh, Sebastian said Blaine was only upset when he wasnât chasing that blond kid Sam around and if people mentioned Kurt.â
âWell, Sebastian is an ass, besides, how would he know?â Wes said.
âYes, well Blaine spent months and months with Sebastian the year before on the phone and at coffee shops and skyping and texting and going to Country Club gatherings together, so I figure he probably knows Blaineâs behavior well.â
âHe drugged them!â Wes shouted.
âHunter, the guy YOUR godfather brought into the school, drugged them.  Sebastian was one of TEN who were completely clean, and it was Sebastian who brought forth the evidence after Blaine and Sam took their story to the board and nearly got all of them expelled and jailed. Including the blackmailing and threats Hunter was using against half the kids he was drugging. The other halfâŠthe ones not being blackmailed or threatened⊠were your godfathers minions brought in to prop up Hunter.  Besides, the reason Sebastian knew how Blaine was acting is because Sebastianâs role in Hunterâs regime was to keep tabs on Blaine, so they could either get him back like YOU wanted or nullify the threat that several saw Blaine as, for some reason.â
Wes growled. âI thought you said you agreed with me about everything that went down.â
âAgain, you werenât listening. I have argued with you about this since we graduated and I met older Warblers, ones who werenât under your Godfatherâs reign of terror. I argued with you THEN that you needed to go to the school and replace YOUR council choice when Blaine left, which you refused to do because if you couldnât have Blaine replace you, you didnât want anyone else to take his spot.  I agreed we should have set up the council more solidly before we leftâŠI should have listened to others and picked a choice truly my own instead of following your advice⊠and we should have drilled Blaine on his intentions before summer.  He was talking about leaving before he left to his summer job, he wanted a Nationals title.â
âHe went for Kurt.â Wes said. âThad said so.â
âAnd the Warblers who werenât so enthralled with him to let him push and shove them around said he spoke about Kurtâs old Glee Club and nationals and the opportunities that Kurtâs school would provide him with, including being top of his class without much work and main lead vocal of a winning choir that was not acapella and thus would allow him to shine more.â
âBecause they were jealous.â
David rolled his eyes and his whole head. Â âI forgot how much of a Blaine worshiper you were and how all your brains leak out your skull when he comes up or is nearby. Â Is he good, Wes? Â There has to be some reason you are so up his ass!â David asked.
Wes nearly flew at him with the intent to hit him when the guy with David grabbed his arm.
Kurt watched the whole bit with wide eyes. Â Suddenly a lot of Warbler things made a whole lot more sense, like why the talk always seemed to not quite match the actions. And why although a great deal of the school worshiped the ground the boys walked on, there was a substantial subsection that did not and who Blaine kept Kurt away from very aggressively.
âDonât forget, Wes,â the other guy said in an accented voice that Kurt couldnât quite place. âI learned a lot the year I spent working for the headmaster while we figured out finances for my third year of University. I watched you let that boy cheat off you his full first year. You handed him papers you had done and walked him through changing them just enough. You gave him solos over everyone else every time he hinted he wanted one.  You let him pick the music, even though his choices took us out of competition. David might have guessed you favored the boyâŠbut I know and have proof.â
âHow dare you Ravi!â Wes yelled. âBesides the reason you had financial issues was because your family was caught laundering money.â
âAn uncle through my great great great grandfather was laundering money. It just took a year to prove we had nothing to do with him and hadnât for decades.â
âSo, it soiled your name. You have no room to speak or nothing to say!â
âYou forget, Wes.  The Warblers existed before you and our gatherings and traditions existed before you and even with the taint that has befallen themâŠtaint attached to YOU and YOUR familyâŠthey will exist long after you die!â
âWe were going to make them great!â Wes said. Â âBring glory to Dalton again.â
âThey are no longer on the show choir circuit. And we were great. Â MY sophomore year we took nationals at acapella, when it was a true acapella group. They will be again. Â We have instructors taking over who will not let the chaos you and your kin introduced during your years on the council remain. When things have been restored, the council will be brought back.â
âYes, wellâŠ.none of this has anything to do with right now. And I donât see why we are arguing about this again David.â Wes said, leaning back into a sullen stance with his arms crossed over his chest.
David sighed. âWe will argue this every time it comes up until you acknowledge what you have done, Wes. I understand the whole âlegacyâ issue, but your family abused it and used your godfatherâs appointment as Head of Student Activities to run rampant over everyone else. Â You cost other members their legacy appointments to the council, Wes. Â You all obstructed the traditions of the council and the Warblers.â
âMy Godfather promised my Grandfather that all of us would hold our rightful places for a long as we wanted. Â Father and Uncle Lawrence just made sure of it. Â They all resented that they could only claim one year of council. Grandfather doesnât care if other legacy children lost out. Â None are as important as we are.â Wes said.
Ravi chuckled. âYour godfather has lost his position as head and is now coordinator of intermural sports. Your younger cousins and younger brother will not be on a Warbler council, either. Â Your junior year, a young man came and requested a council voice, do you recall? The first year Blaine was there?â
âYes, blond kid. Didnât want to claim his spot yet, which he insisted he should have without anything to back that insistence up, but wanted a council voice on song choice.â Wes said.
âYes. Â Edgar Dalton. Â You refused and instead gave Blaine input. Â Blaine bragged about it. Â Edgar stopped attending meetings and then moved schools during winter break. Your insult was excused, as Edgar believed the tradition of a single year of council membership was being observed and as he hadnât forcefully explained who he was. Â The next year, when you were still on the council, his father brought up issues and started a search to find other insults and aggravations. Your godfatherâs introduction and backing of Hunter was his last mistake. Dalton wanted him roasted, but the Headmaster and Board decided quiet removal of power was better. Your family was important due to funding and legacy, but no more really than many others. They should have remembered that.â
Wes growled. David snorted.
âI canât believe you would support those people over me, David. Your best friend!â Wes shouted.
âYes, best friendâŠwho didnât speak with me after I told you to make a new council appointment when Blaine skipped out for over a year.  I connected with Ravi and others at Yale, like I was told to when I graduated from Dalton and found out a lot that we had lost.  Much of which I was sad we had missed out on.â
âWe thought it unnecessary for our goals, David.â Wes said.
âGoals never shared with the rest of the Warblers or your fellow council members. Shall we get back to the topic? Are we agreed that Blaine and Kurt got engaged in March at Dalton, before Blaine graduated?â Â David asked.
Wes huffed. âSince it seems half the guys knew about it, then I guess. But I didnât know about it and am still not sure it really happened. Â They could have misinterpreted it.â
âBut something happened and Blaine and Kurt were together again?â David said.
âFine, Sure.â
âSoâŠWhen did they break-up again? And if they are broken-upâŠwhy does Blaine live with Kurt and how in the world do you think KURT would ALLOW that?â David asked.
Wes just looked at him.
âYeah, I thought so.â David said.
âI didnât say you were right!â Wes said.
âBut you can provide no logical answer.â David said.
âI still think there is some logical explanation and that Blaine wouldnât do that.â Wes said.
âWell, I suggest you do the logical thing then and march on into the house and ASK Blaine the status of his and Kurtâs relationship and then figure out where Kurt isâŠbecause I donât know about you, but Kurtâs dad will not be happy if he has to come out here to find his son and YOU have done nothing and I for one want to have some sort of answers for him.â David said.
âKurtâs dad isnât very wealthy and is in Ohio. Why should it matter?â Wes said.
Ravi started to laugh and David took a huge breath and sighed.
âKurtâs last name is Hummel. LikeâŠBurt Hummel?â David said.
âAnd?â Wes said.
âAnd you are fucking flunking all your courses, arenât you? Â Or did you switch majors?â David yelled.
âI donât see why you are yelling again, David.â Wes snapped.
âCongressman Burt Hummel?â David said.
âDonât be silly,â Wes said. âThat is not Kurtâs dad. Â He was something like a plumber or electrician or something.â
Kurt smothered another laugh as David started to slowly slam his head against the top of his car.
âLike a mechanic, possibly?â Ravi asked.
âYeah!â
âLike Congressman Burt Hummel is?â Ravi asked.
âIs he?â Wes asked.
âYes.â Ravi said.
âOh. OkâŠfine. Letâs go inside and figure out what is up and see what we need to do and like maybe talk to people more and like build a time line?  But stop picking on me!  You canât treat me like this in front of the others.  It is just not right and itâs not fair.â
âFine.â David said.
âWeâll see.â Ravi added.
David popped the trunk and Ravi went and grabbed a large duffle bag from within. Â Then they all headed to the house. Â Kurt moved forward a little bit farther and could see that most people still up seemed to be in the large dining area that was off the kitchen. He figured the others were probably asleep. Â He moved across the yard to the side of the house and then snuck towards the back. Â No one was out at the hot tubs. Kurt ducked into the pool house, which was also blissfully empty. He showered and did his night routine.
He made it back to his camp without notice. Â His sleep was not nearly as restful as it had been the nights before, but he finally settled into a deep sleep.
It was late when he got up. Â It was nearly 10am. Â Kurt grumbled, but went about getting ready for the day at the camp. Â There was no way he could get to the pool house for a shower without being noticed that late in the morning. He ate breakfast; fruit and yogurt and a granola bar he crushed up on top. Â Kurt pulled out his laptop and checked his email. He had a note from the school saying his registration was official and a note from Carole saying sheâd marked his days off and would figure out a time for them to visit and for him to visit and to have fun being lost. No one else had emailed him. He decided not to deal with Facebook or any other social media site.
He gathered the last of the cheeses and the last of the breads and bagels, some fruit and trail mixes and two bottles of water for his lunch and then set out into the woods with the camera to take more pictures. Â If a great deal of his late morning adventure took place near the edge by the yard of Wesâ place, it was surely a coincidence. Really.
He found wildflowers he hadnât seen yet that he got pictures of and some cool close up of trees and bark and strange knots and light filtering through leaves.  He took close-ups of as many different mushrooms as he could find, thinking of trying to use photo shop to make himself a woodland elfâŠor maybe a fairy.  He took photos of the few moths he saw; surprised any were out yet at all. Finally he found a little tiny clearing where he could see and hear what was going on in Wesâ yard and settled down to eat âŠand spy.
Again his luck held. Jeff drove up as he was eating his banana.
âWhereâs Kurt?â He yelled as he got out of the car.
David came out of the garage, holding a clipboard. Â âWhereâs Nick? What time did Nick first call?â
âNick left about an hour and half before I did, but he had errands to run. Â Heâll probably be about another half hour. Nick called Blaine Sunday night about 8pm. Â Kurt had said something about a place he works that has singing waiters and Nickâs mom said since her vacation was being cut short, she was bringing some of her girlfriends back with her and wanted fun things to do that were not the usual. Nick wanted more info about that place. Â Whereâs Kurt?â
âI am trying to format a timeline. Â It is nearly impossible. Â Would Kurt ever ride a dirt bike?â David asked.
âI donât see why not.â Jeff said.
David nodded as he marked something down.
âI think he left when he said he was going to go lay down. Â You guys left right after that. Someone might have talked to him Sunday night, but they arenât certain. Â It doesnât help that it was one of Wesâ friends from university and it was dark and everyone is stupid because when he described the boy he talked to they all insisted it couldnât be Kurt because the guyâs hair wasnât all fancy. If Kurt had hidden somewhere I doubt he was doing his hair all that much.â David said.
âHe left Saturday?â
âHowever if Wesâ friend saw him and if it was indeed Kurt Rocko talked to, then he was seen Sunday night and Monday morning.â
âStill,â Jeff said. âThat is a whole two days without contact!â
âWes thinks Blaine and Edwin are dating.â David said.
âKurt and Blaine are engaged.â Jeff said.
David nodded.
âBlaine didnât go to the shooting range with us. Â He stayed here with Edwin and Ricky and their shadow. Â Kurt left the range early to come back and check on him. Â Blaine cheated on Kurt less than a month after Kurt left for New York. Â That was the reason they broke up. Â If Kurt walked in on something, heâll be devastated.â Jeff said.
David nodded. Â âI spent the evening and morning watching Blaine. He is doing something with Edwin and maybe even with Ricky and Chez.â
âShit.â Jeff said. âHave you asked Richards if he saw anything unusual?â
Davidâs head snapped towards Jeff. âNoâŠ.and Kurt would be someone who would speak to him.  Letâs go.  We havenât really searched the house either.  Ravi and I got in past midnight and have had a hard time getting anyone even moving this morning.  Lunch is breakfast.  Seriously no one was even awake other than Ravi and I until half past 10 and Wes said we couldnât fuss around and look about until everyone was up.â
âWhat do you expect, they are all camping.â Jeff said. âHmmâŠhas anyone asked Blaine what he explained about camping here to Kurt?â
âNo.â David said. âWes wouldnât let us disturb him and he did not come out of the room he was in with Ricky and Edwin and Chaz until about 10 minutes before you got here. He was âtoo upsetâ over the big fight last night.â
Jeff rolled his eyes. âLetâs go do those two things. Nick is going to want some solid answers when he gets here and as stressed as he has been the last week, I suggest we have something.â
Jeff and David walked back to the house and Kurt moved back to his camp. Â He left his electronics tucked away and pulled out his book. Â He sat in his deluxe camp chair and put his feet up. If his peace was going to crumble, he was going to get the most use of it he could. Â He did start timing. Â It took another 40 minutes before Nick got to the house, and Kurt, even as far into the woods as he was, heard the ruckus. Â He couldnât hear the words but he could hear the sound and tell it was an angry sound. Â The wall of noise lasted only about five minutes. Kurt walked over to his drink cooler and pulled out one of the specialty sodas and settled back into his chair to wait on being found. Â He just hadnât decided if he was going to answer when he first heard voices or wait till they came pretty much to him.
In the end the calling of his name didnât start until he could hear voices. Â He heard the arguing first, in fact.
âI canât believe it took you all so long to ask the butler dude.â A voice that sounded familiar but Kurt couldnât quite place said. Â âIâm pretty sure Kurt said he met Blaine at a posh private school with great academics.â
Kurt was trying to figure out who he knew that he wasnât expecting to be around here that heâd talked about Dalton who might possibly bother to show up to find him.
âWell, we never claimed what Kurt would call street smarts,â Jeff said.
âMostly Kurt would say we all lacked logic as well.â Nick added dryly.
âYes, well I would have to agree, at least for half the guys Iâve met so far.â The voice Kurt hadnât placed quite yet said. Â Then the voice shouted and Kurt could hear it more clearly.
âKurt! Â Kurt!â
âItâs Elliot!â Kurt said out loud, jumping up from his chair and putting his book on the table as he passed it on the way to the game trail leading out of the clearing and to the main trails.
âKurt!â Jeff and Nick joined with Elliot in shouting. Â Kurt could see them coming around the bend to the section of the trail where the game trails branched off. Â
âElliot!â Kurt shouted back, waving his arms so the guys could see him at the edge of the trail where his path broke off at. Â
Elliot broke into a run and swept Kurt into a hug, while Nick hurried over as well. Jeff followed a bit more slowly, on his cell phone.
âDavid said heâs glad youâre located and heâll tell Richards. Â He hadnât decided if heâs telling Wes yet. Â I think he is starting to enjoy the panic Wes is getting in as Richards reminded him that if you arenât found by tonight theyâll have to call his parents and inform them a kid went missing on the property.â
Kurt chuckled. âCome on back.â
Kurt led them down his little path into his campsite.
Nick started laughing.
Elliot joined in.
âWhatâs funny?â Kurt asked.
âI told them that youâd have no problem camping, but that youâd also have it set up as nice as a hotel room.â Elliot said.
âYour camp chair has the ability to be a recliner!â Jeff said.
âYouâve been cooking out here?â Nick asked, poking around the edge of the table by the camp stove and peeking into coolers. Â
âYes.â
âHavenât you got bored?â Jeff asked.
Kurt shrugged. âNot really. I have been reading some novels Iâd hoped to read during dead week, Iâve been out hiking and taking photos and making sketches. I have my IPod, and cell phone with games, and my laptop with movies and internet. I have been up to the house every day except today, twice a day pretty much. I would not have been good company.â
âSo, Iâve got to know,â Nick asked. Â âDid you take out the dirt bike?â
âYes! Â That was so much fun. Â When I called my dad yesterday I apologized to him. Â He wanted to buy me one when little and I always said no.â Kurt said.
âWes owes us 20 bucks a piece.â Jeff said.
âWhy wouldnât you have been good company?â Elliot asked. Â Heâd been looking around the camp site, peeking into the tent and flipping through the sketch book Kurt had had sitting on the table.
âI walked in on Blaine being fucked by one of his pals.â Kurt said. Â âI know if I have to look at him, I will not be able to keep the scathing lecture I desire to unleash upon his being to myself and I have decided that it is best delivered a bit more private than in front of several dozen other guys whom Blaine desires to maintain a good image with.â
âOh, Kurt.â Elliot said softly. Elliot held out his arms and Kurt rushed into them.
Jeff and Nick wandered around the campsite pretending to look at things in detail while Kurt cried in Elliotâs arms.
Kurtâs tears werenât as long lasting as any of the other expected. Â He removed himself from Elliotâs hug and wiped his face with his sleeve, before apologizing to everyone.
Jeff and Nick just shrugged.
âSo,â Kurt said. âI suppose I have to be found.â
Jeff looked at Nick who tilted his head in thought. âFound yes, but I donât know if that means you have to come back to the houseâŠâ Nick started.
âI mean,â Jeff continued. âAt least not to stay. Â I know David would be really glad to see you and he really wants you to meet some of the otherâs up there. Â Ravi, in particular seems to be highly interested in you. Â And I think Rocko would like to formally meet you as well.â
âRocko?â Kurt asked.
âYeah, the guy you apparently talked to about the dirt bikes.â Nick said.
âBut Rocko?â Â Kurt asked. Â âThat just so does not sound like a name from Dalton.â
Jeff laughed. âOh my God, I forgot you missed Rockoâs years there. Â He graduated the year before you got there. But you are right. Â We were actually penalized for use of Rockoâs first name. Â Everyone was commanded to call him Mr. Rochester.â
âHis name is Rocko Rochester?â
âRocko Rude Rochester. The headmaster couldnât handle people calling him by his middle name either.â Nick added.
Kurt shook his head. âWhat were his parents thinking?â
âHis folks are rich, not smart.â Nick said. Â âThey named his sister Bunny Muffin.â
âAnyway, as long as you came up to the house a few times a day and maybe sleep up at the house and were seen you could maybe be allowed to stay out here for the most part.â Jeff said.
âIâm fine out here for sleeping.â Kurt said. Â âItâs actually quite comfortable.â
Kurt walked the three over to the tent and unzipped the door.
âThe air mattress in the one Sam slept on at the loft, so Blaine has slept on it several nights when he opted to stay out with Sam instead of with me. Blaine is not one to forgo his creature comforts, as Iâm sure you all know. Â I have plenty of covers and pillows. Â I have plenty of food, in fact I havenât even broke out the camp food yet. Â I have books and my laptop has movies and games uploaded to it. Â I even had card and board games to bring, but I left those in the SUV when I realized it was going to be just me out here.â
âI could stay out here, too.â Elliot added. âI mean I will need a ride back to the City at some point and I didnât plan on making anyone take me back until the weekend. Â I know Blaine would be much happier if I were not up at the house. Â So, Kurt wouldnât be alone.â
âAnd we could bring camp chairs out here from the house.  There were tons more tucked in the garage and I have three more in the SUV, another one like the one out here and then two basic ones like the one by the table in case we had to hike to the camp spot too far. They are lighter. People who wanted to could come out here and hang.â Kurt added.  âI mean, we could certainly bring anyone actually worried out here to see the set up.  They could make certain themselves.  I justâŠ.I donât really want to be up at the house around Blaine for long periods.â
Nick and Jeff nodded. âAt least come to the house and talk to David. Â I would say talk to Wes, but heâs being an ass. Â Iâd think David would probably see your point.â Jeff said.
âI bet no one would argue with you staying out here if you can convince Richards you are safe and well.â Nick added. Â âIf he knew exactly where you were at, any legal type issues would probably be covered as well, you know, in case any of the other guys like called their folks or something.â
Kurt sighed and rubbed his forehead. He really didnât want to spend too much time anywhere where Blaine might be. âFine. Letâs go now.â
Elliot walked over to Kurt and draped his arm over his shoulder. âIsnât there anyone up there youâd like to see?â
âI guess Conner is still there, and I did want to spend more time with Nick and Jeff.â Kurt said. âLet me grab my phone and put things away.â
Kurt put his book and all his art materials away in the tent. Â He grabbed his phone and his soda.
âSo, I heard there is an epic music room up at the house.â Elliot said as the guys all headed back to the main trail. âWe could give them all a little show.â
Kurt chuckled. âElliot, pretty much every guy in that house sung with the Warblers at some point.  We could try to give them a show but they would join in.  SeriouslyâŠthese guysâŠthey could just stop a whole school for performances.  No one fussed!  It was magical to me.â
âThose were the ones who sang A Capella, right?â Elliot asked.
âYes.â
âYes!  We need to find the beatboxâŠI have something Iâve always wanted to try.â
âYou have your pick,â Nick said. Â âThere should be three at the house. Â There are some non-warblers at the house though, like Conner and Felix. And a few friends from different universities that arenât even associated with Dalton. Not everyone will butt in on your jam session.â
âBut enough will.â Kurt said. âAlthough, not many will try to take leadâŠso we are more likely to end up with background music than fighting for the front and center spots, especially if it is obvious we are just trying things out and not practicing for something that lots of people will be watching. HmmâŠremind me to call my dad when we get back to the house.â
âSo, I know you know Nick and Jeff here, and from what they have said you know the Wes kid whose family owns this place and DavidâŠwho I think was one of the guys who we met out front?â  Elliot said, looking to Jeff.  âAnd of course Blaine.  Who else do you know?â
âYes, David was the African- American who met us out front.  He was with Ravi, who Kurt doesnât know.  Ravi graduated a few years before Kurt was there. Wes hasnât ever liked him because Ravi made it into the Warblers as a first semester freshman and was front man for two years. Wes didnât make it in until the end of his freshman year and all he heard was about how Ravi made it as a first semester freshman and his making it as a freshman wasnât that big of a deal.  Of course Wes made it in just to be immediately put on the council and started putting in a dozen or so freshman a year so we wouldnât have such a hard time keeping numbers and training singers soâŠâ Jeff trailed off and Kurt answered.
âHmmâŠI know Conner and Iâd seen his boyfriend at the school, but never met him.  He was the same year as Blaine and not into music much. I think that one dark haired baritone that Blaine would not let me speak to at all who was in Davidâs and Wesâs year was there.â
âBraydon. Â Blaine didnât like him. Â He thought Blaine was given too much leeway and too much focus. He also thought Wes was an idiot for not taking advantage of having a countertenor in the group. There were about four of the older guys like that.â Â Nick said.
âThat explains a lot.â Kurt said. âI always wondered why Blaine would not let me near some of the guys. Heck, Thad was seriously the only one my age I was ever introduced to and he did a good job of making sure I didnât meet too many other kids my age while there. Â I hung around with Blaine and his crew and was handed into Wesâs care when Blaine couldnât be with me.â
Jeff nodded. âWes and Blaine were very proprietary about song options and so wanted to keep you and what you could do away from the others who didnât think they should be so controlling and then there were a few who wanted to get to know you well enough to date you and Blaine hated that idea too.â Jeff added.
âEven though he didnât want to date me?â Kurt asked.
âOh, yes.  Blaine couched it in terms of not wanting you scared or harassed or bothered after your horrifying trials in McKinley, but most of us knew Blaine long enough that was understood it was also one of those âthis is mine and not yoursâ things.  Blaine is very possessive of his peopleâŠfriends or relationships.â
âIt was horrid the year before you came when he was a freshman, because he decided that Jeff was HIS friend and would not let me or Trent talk to him for about half a year, even though weâd known Jeff for years before that.â Nick said. Â âI had to sneak Jeff into my room while Blaine was supposed to be doing his homework to spend any time with him!â
âWe resorted to weekends at either mine or Nickâs.  In the end it worked out for the best thoughâŠBlaine was soooo mad when we got together before Valentineâs day that year and I kept answering his âJeff is MY friendâ statements with âbut Iâm Nickâs lover boyâ.â Jeff said.
âSo his ridiculous tantrum at me wasnât an oddity.â Elliot said. Â âI donât know if I feel better or worse knowing that.â
âNo,â Kurt said. âI probably ought to have told you that long ago.â
Kurt sighed as he could see the edge of the tree line up ahead. Â Elliot reached over and grabbed his shoulder and gave it a squeeze.
âIt will be fine.â Elliot said. Â âIâll stick by you and if Blaine tries to start anything, I wonât let him.â
Jeff snorted. âI bet Blaine doesnât even show.â
âHe was holed up in the bedroom you two were supposed to have with Ricky, Edwin and Chez when we started out looking for you.â Nick added.
âSo Chez is the dark haired one who whines?â Kurt asked.
âOh yes.â Nick said. âHe is actually your age, but he was tossed out of Dalton at the end of Blaineâs freshman year, so he wasnât around during the time you were there.  He had a fondness for destructionâŠthe cupboard that held half our sheet music and the loss of tons of sheet music was the final straw for him. And what got him tossed.  He was mad because some girl told him no when he asked for a date.â
âHuh.â Kurt said. âI always thought you all didnât have to deal with that kind of thing.â
Nick shrugged. âOh we didnât have to deal with bullying in the physical or blatantly vocal sense, but other stuff we still had to deal with. You were actually there at a good time. Weâd had a mass amount of kids thrown out the year before when they cracked down on the rules and regulations and kids refused to deal with that.  Those left knew we were being watched closely.  But the professors keeping the tight watch went off on sabbatical during that next year and so kids like Sebastian werenât reined in so much and then you get the Hunter debacleâŠbut the teachers keeping standards up were back and willing to do something.â
âIâm glad I was. Â It was what I needed right then. Â Somewhere physically safe for me to regroup. Â I just ended up with way too much baggage coming out.â Kurt said. âAnd I really liked the classes and the school. Â We just couldnât really afford it and I missed being able to be me. Â I was going NUTS in the uniform. Although I would have waited till the end of the year if we could have afforded the last quarter.â
âBlaine always said you left because you wanted to sing with your choir at nationals.â Jeff said.
Kurt rolled his eyes. âPart of Blaineâs problem all together is that Blaine doesnât listen and canât comprehend anything outside his immediate experiences. Blaineâs family never had money problemsâŠnever had to make hard choices or  make ends meet or even just put anything on hold till the next paycheck.  We got a six month emergency scholarship because my life was considered in danger and there was enough physical proof on my body when Dad called Dalton to ask about it. It does not cover six full months of schoolâŠit covered the few weeks in November and the few weeks of December. It covered the few weeks of January, February, March and we switched the first week in April because that was when the quarter there was over and Iâd not have to start a few new classes and then be pulled out when the emergency scholarship was up.  That scholarship waived two thirds of Daltonâs fee.  With having to buy a new house and my dadâs medical fees and him not being able to work as much in the garage as he had before his heart attack earlier in that fallâŠwe just could not afford it.  I wasnât even sure Iâd be allowed to sing with the New Directions at Nationals since I hadnât sung in any of the qualifiers, but I was hoping to be able to. I said I hoped to be able to sing with my friends again and join the club again, yes. But I said all that after telling him over and over about the financial worries and my doubt weâd be able to pull off fees till the end of the school year.  That bit about hoping to sing with the New Directions again was all Blaine heard.â
 Nick nodded. âHe does have issues with hearing what is really being said and comprehending past what he wants to have been said.â
 âAnd it doesnât help that for the two years he was at Dalton, he was never expected to have to do anything other than that.â Jeff said.
 Kurt snorted. âMcKinley really didnât make him have to listen to others either.  He was still able to just do what he wanted and hear what he wanted and pretty much get everything handed to him on a silver platter.â
 Kurt stopped as they hit the start of the trail into the woods and just stared for a few minutes at the house before sighing so hard that Elliot felt it and Jeff and Nick heard it from the few steps they were ahead.  Elliot reached over and grabbed the soda from Kurtâs hand and grabbed the hand that had held the soda.
 âHave I mentioned how ridiculous I find you allâs definition of camping?â Kurt said.
 âNo and I advise not doing so to the massesâŠthey get cranky.â Nick said. Â
 Kurt laughed and the tension eased out of him a bit. Jeff smiled and turned to Elliot.
 âSo what song did you want a beat-box for?â  Jeff asked.
 âBeatleâs Come TogetherâŠright now.  Iâve been thinking about it for ages.â
Kurt smiled. âOhâŠthat would be good.  If we get the band back together we should consider theme nights.  Beatles would be greatâŠavoiding certain songs of course.  I used to sing a mean Blackbird.â
 âWhat songs would we avoid?â Elliot asked.
 âAll You Need is Love is Forever Ruined.â Kurt said. âGot To Get You Into My Life might be as well, although I still have an insane desire to sing it in public ALL BY MYSELF!â
 âIs that what he serenaded you with at that proposal?â Elliot asked.
 â All You Need Is Love? Yes.â
 âThat is too badâŠbut there are plenty of other Beatles songs which I think would fit us better anyway,â Elliot replied. âI would love to hear you sing Imagine and Hey Jude and we could have fun with Yellow Submarine.â
 Kurt beamed. âAnd we have never done a real Madonna night. Weâll have to make some lists.â
 David was waiting for them as the cleared the woods.
 Kurt was pulled into a hug and patted down before he could say anything, even âHiâ.
 âGod, I am so sorry I didnât even realize you were missing. I was fighting with Felix all Sunday and that always distracts me and at odds with Wes and then I left on Monday to pick up Ravi and I was just a horrid friend andâŠâ David babbled as he patted Kurt down.
 âDavid, I am fine.â Kurt said. âNo bumps or bruises or anythingâŠall body parts accounted for. Who is Felix and why were you fighting?â
 âOh, God.  I forgot to introduce you to Felix.  And Iâve got to introduce you to RaviâŠbut word of warning now, he like worships your dad. You will be drilled.â
 Elliot chuckled.
 David looked at Elliot. âWho are you?â
 Nick and Jeff laughed.
 âThis is Elliot Gilbert. He messaged Nick the moment he saw Kurt was lost with a phone number to call and demanded one of us drive him up here.â Jeff said.
 Kurt smiled.
 âIâm surprised you didnât have to bring Dani as well.â Kurt said.
 âDani is in Minneapolis at a roller derby exposition or she would have been tagging along. I was at a Yoga training retreat but made it to the city before these guys left.â Elliot said.
 âDani?â David asked.
 âShe is the other member of my band.â Kurt said. âBy the way, where are our beat boxers this weekend? Elliot wants to try something.â
 âYou have a band? We so need to talk.  Iâm David.  I knew Kurt when he was a wee little junior whoâd been chased from his school by bullying.â
 âHe started it a little over a year agoâŠright after he started work at the diner.â Elliot said.
 âAbout three weeks after I got engaged to Blaine and two after Finn died.â Kurt said.
 âFinn died?â David nearly shouted.
 âI thought you knew that?â Kurt said. âBlaine was in contact with the Warblers at that time. He set up the engagement just the week before.â
 âYeah, he promptly ignored everyone as soon as they sung to you except Trent and one of Hunterâs little friends who was close to Edwin.â Nick said.  âHe even stopped talking to Sebastian and he called Sebastian every single day from the moment you left to the moment he convinced the Warblers to allow him back to Dalton to propose, even though heâd help ruin them. However, Sebastian heard from his dad. We sent flowers and put together a small fund which we sent to your dad at the end of the school year to help with whatever he thought it should.â
 Kurt smiled.  âI remember him saying something about that. I just wasnât aware you Dalton boys were who he was talking about.  He called you the bird boys.  It makes sense now.  I suppose we ought to head in and at least reassure Richards I am fine.  Let him see it and not just hear it.â
 âHeâll be easy.â David said.  âI mean he was worried but not frantic. ConnerâŠwell, Iâm sure the only reason he wasnât out searching is because he got a concussion in the fight over you being missing and hasnât been able to talk his boy into letting him off the couch until he stops throwing up if he moves to fast.â
 âConner has a concussion?â Kurt asked.
 âYes.  He was way furious because apparently Blaine told him you were too busy to talk to him and it was too dangerous for him to talk to you and besides you didnât like him anymore and so he shouldnât be potentially damaging his relationship trying to talk with you.â
 âOf course he did.â Kurt said. âStill, Iâd like to apologize to Richards first.â
 âHeâs been in the Kitchen since the fight.  I think he doesnât trust us enough to go far anymore.â
 âGeez, I wonder why?â Nick commented.
 âThis week has been way worse than spring break the year Kurt was at Dalton.â Jeff said.
 âHmm, you think?  I mean six girls got pregnant and half the people here had to get tested for STDs for the next year, several needing treatment.â
 âWhat?!â Kurt shouted.
 âWes didnât check before we all headed out here and his cousin Juliette had also decided to use the lodgeâŠanyway, we decided to shareâŠmore or less successfully.â  David said.  âThatâs why Blaine couldnât watch your Born This Way performance.  He was up here camping with us. We left pretty much right after we sang at your school.  Anyway, so Juliette was out here with like 20 girls from her boarding school and Wes pulled all us Warblers up and brought up several old Warblers and several guys from the soccer team and polo team and wellâŠI think there were four babies that ended up born.  Luckily no warblers were the daddies.â
 âAh.  I thought he went somewhere with his folks for Spring Break.â Kurt said.
 âHe spent the last three days in New York with themâŠthey went to a few shows and shopping.  He had Wes drive him down so they didnât come up and find out we were with girls all week.â Â
 Kurt rolled his eyes.
 âYou guys are ruining my image of private school boys.â Elliot said.
 âYou thought they were all sweet and innocent didnât you?â Kurt asked.
 âWell, mostly.â Elliot admitted. âEspecially like the prep school type and not the catholic or religious school type.â
 âOh God.  I never even thought about that option.â Kurt said. âHopefully my dad never did either. At that point of my life I would not have been able to cope.  I would have run away or killed myself.  I could NOT have done a religious school and my dad would not have been aware of that at that point because we had not yet discussed what had gone on while he was in a coma after his heart attack.â
 âWait, I thought you were at Dalton due to bullying?â David asked as they entered into the kitchen.
 âI was.  The bullying changed during the summerâŠor near the end of the school year before, because they were some instances even then. Anyway, so instead of dumpster tosses, probably because I was too tall for them to be easyâŠI started being pushed more and pushed harder. Of course the slushies never stopped.  Then my dad had a heart attack right after Labor Day. And that same week the glee club went off on a religious rampage and spent most of the next little while telling me I was horrid and wrong for not believing in GodâŠand no one DID anything to help. I stayed at home, with no one there, made all my own food and did all the chores, took over work at the garage so the others wouldnât be too overwhelmed, went to school and did all my homework, and was the only one who really spent any time at the hospitalâŠand was still bullied by the regular bullies every day. And the stupid glee club just harped on and on about praying fixing things and god fixing thingsâŠlike prayer or god was going to make sure the paychecks got out on time or finish the rebuild on Martin Lewisâs 68 convertible that Dad was almost done with or fix dinner or do the dishes or patch up the gash where I caught the open locker while falling after Nelson pushed me, let alone be what actually helped with my dad.  Although I ended up at my friend Mercedes church, mostly so she would stop ignoring me and so people would stop telling me I wasnât trying to work with them all, I came out of the whole experience even more jaded against religion than I started.  And in the weeks after my dad waking up, when I was the one caring for him all afternoon and evening and still keeping everything else going, the in school bullying shot up significantly, with Finn and others in glee club adding to it even though theirs wasnât physical mostly.  And at home wasnât better. Finn and Carole had dadâs ears then, even though they spent like NO TIME at the house helping out. Everything exploded that first week of November and the death threats started and my dad found out about some of it and I ended up at Dalton when the guy threatening me didnât stay expelled.  I even was able to board for that first bit of time I was at Dalton, which ended up a godsend because My dad had just married Carole and so Finn moved in again but they hadnât found a new house yet, so Finn and I were supposed to share a room but Finn couldnât handle it any better than the first time we tried. With me in Dalton, Carole was able to get dad to have me just come home during Thanksgiving and Winter Break and stay at the dorms most the rest of the weekends. We couldnât afford boarding after the semester started again though, so I drove to Dalton every day. But by then we had moved so Finn and I didnât have to share.  Heck, our rooms werenât even on the same level of the house.  Why is everyone staring at me?â
 Jeff wrapped an arm around Kurt. âWe just didnât realize everything you had going on.  I mean Wes and David knew a little about the bullying and I knew after that first PE class that the bullying had had a physical side because you were still all bruised. But I donât think anyone knew about all the rest.â
 âIn fact Blaine insisted it wasnât really physical at all, but a sexual assault that you were getting away from.  That was why he wouldnât let certain guys near you.â Nick said.
 Kurt tilted his head. âHmm, I guess the inciting incident was. One of the Jock bullies kissed me after pushing me, and then he threatened to kill me if I told anyone.â
 Elliot wrapped Kurt in a hug and squeezed.
 âElliot, I need to breathe.â Kurt squeaked.
 âSorry, canât let go.â
 âIâm fine now.  In fact, most everything surrounding that time is OK.  Things were hashed out in the family, with the main bully, even within glee club to a certain extent.  I just still am not big on religion.  Didnât gain any more liking for it when my dad had cancer, or when Finn died, or when I was bashed.  Nor did it call for me when Blaine cheated the first time or at any point when living with Rachel. In fact, Rachel sort of put me off Judaism as well as Christianity. Elliot, donât squeeze harder.â
 A deep chuckling came from behind the guys.
 âSo YOU are the one missing?â Richards asked.
 Kurt detangled himself from Elliotâs arms. âI am so sorry. I didnât think at all about the situation this would put you. I just could not be around a certain someone without losing it.  I should have at least likeâŠ.told you what I was planning or something, though. I mean itâs like the first rule of going out someplaceâŠ.let someone know where you are and when you should be back and how to be contacted. Like, seriously. I could have left a note or something.  So I am so sorry and I promise if you donât make me stay up here, Iâll take you out and show you where Iâm camped and you can even check for yourself that it is safe and fine and whatnot.â
 âYou left the hotdogs and ground beef?â Richards asked.
 âYes, but I swiped some stuff in exchange.â Kurt said.
 âYou came in for breakfast and washed your dishes and left them in the drainer?â
 âYes.  Except this morning.â
 âYes, you probably should have left a note, but how old are you?â Richards asked.
 â20, almost 21.â
 âSo in your third year of university?â
 âSecond, I was held back in elementary the year my mom died, I missed too much school and my dad wasnât willing to fight the decision.â
 âStillâŠyou are an adult. The only reason you needed to let anyone know was because you were at someone elseâs place and there could have been issues if something was really wrong.  But, I understand. I still donât understand where you got the camping gear. We donât have any here.â
 âI thought we were going camping.  I was put in charge of all the stuff and he said heâd set up the place. MY version of camping has a tentâŠI came with the camping gear.  The version these guys run off is NUTS, no offence.â Kurt said.
 Richards chuckled. âI would like to see everyone up at the house at least once a dayâŠjust write a note to let me know you stopped by.â
 Kurt nodded.  âSo I can stay out at the camp?  It is in that little clearing about 10 minutes out.â
 Richards nodded. âIt is still inside the property so I donât think there will be a problem. However if you were out in a tent, I need to figure out who has been holed away up in the loft in the pool house.  I thought that was you.â
 âOh, I know that one!â Jeff said.  âCaleb Andrews.  He came out with Felix but needed to finish some papers before he could have fun. Nick told him about the loft Friday night after he kept getting interrupted in the library. He was out with us for most the time Saturday, at least.â
 âSo are we good?â Elliot asked. âBecause I need to find some beat boxers.â
 Richards nodded. âDinner will be ready in about an hour; it would be nice to be here for it so everyone can see you are found.â
 Kurt nodded. âLetâs go find you some beat boxers.  And go see Conner.  And who the hell is Felix!â
 David yelped. âIâve got to introduce you to Felix!â
 Kurt waved as he was drug through the kitchen deeper into the house.  He settled next to Conner on the couch and told Conner all about his set up in the woods, which he and Jake wanted to see, as soon as Conner could stand without feeling sick. He brushed of Kurtâs worry, mostly because he assured Kurt he had been to the ER nearby and they assured him that heâd be fine in a day or two.
 David and a boy who looked very much his double came barreling in from one side of the room while Elliot and several guys came chasing in with Jeff and Nick from the other.
 âIâve got Felix!â shouted David at the same time as Jeff shouted âWe got beat boxers!â
 âOk. First, Felix.â Kurt said.
 David smirked at the other guys and pulled his double next to him. âKurt, this is Felix.  Heâs my little brother and he went to Dalton with us, but he was in Europe on an exchange program for the whole time you were at Dalton, which wasnât fair!  Heâd have been in your grade!â
 âFelix, nice to meet you. Were you a Warbler?â Kurt asked.
 âI do not sing.  I like acting, though. I participated in academic decathlon and debate and speech competitions. And BPA and the young astronauts program.â
 âOh, I wish you had been there when I was then, I know you could have helped with some of my classes that I had issues in.  I was generally behind in sciences, mostly because McKinley doesnât teach science well, at all. I think I ended up talking to David and Trent.â
 âHe was good once he understood what concepts he was missing and we liked helping Kurt because he caught on quick and never wanted us to DO the work for him, just explain what he was getting wrong.â David said.
 Felix smiled. âI would have been glad to help you then.  I am not fond of helping some people.  They think helping means doing it for them.  I do not approve.â
 Kurt nodded. âMy step brother was that way. Nearly cause World War III at our house when that issue came up. He thought it unfair that I wouldnât do his work for him.â
 Before the conversation could go farther, another guy came chasing into the room.
 Kurt recognized him from the night he spied on David.
 âKurt Hummel?â the guy asked, his hand extended for a handshake. âIâm Ravi, Ravi Patil. I am a huge fan of your fatherâs.  I saw him speak once.  He was brilliant, so down to earth.â
 âItâs nice to meet you.â Kurt said, shaking Raviâs hand. âI do rather adore him. OH! I had better call him and tell him Iâm found!â
 Kurt pulled out his phone and dialed his dad.
 The call wasnât long but long enough for Kurt to wish heâd done it while alone.  He thought Ravi was going to melt into a puddle of awe struck goo when his dad said to tell him hello and his was thrilled the young man had enjoyed his speech.
 Luckily Jeff and Nick thought it was as funny as Kurt did.  Elliot was confused and then swatted Kurt upside the head.
 âYou could have mentioned your dad was a congressman.â Elliot said.
 âIâve told you about my dad.â Kurt insisted.
 âYeah, he owns and runs a garage in Lima, Ohio and is often away from home.â Elliot said. âHe likes Melencamp and wears ball caps. And he was one of your biggest supporters in school, but you often didnât let him know what was going on.â
 âOhâŠ.umm sorry. I just donât often remember it myself. I mean, he didnât start doing a whole lot in Washington until January my senior year and so sometimes I forget.â Kurt said. âI just think of him at home in Lima.â
 âThat makes sense.â One of the guys Kurt wasnât sure he knew said. âMy folks travel a lot and I usually only think of them at the home I grew up in, even though they are rarely there anymore.  Jonas, beatboxer.  Who wanted us?â
 âElliot wants to try out some songs.â Kurt said.
 âBeatles. Come Together.â Elliot said. âTo start with.â
 âOh. Yes.â Jonas said. âPaul, do you have the Beatles version on your iPod?â
 âOf Course.â Paul answered.  âThat will be easy, too.â
 âKurt, front man or background vocals?â Elliot asked.
 âBacking in this. I know it. Go work up the vocals needed and then come get me when you need to add me.â Kurt said.  âIâm going to chat with some of the others for a bit. I would like to try Hey Jude or Imagine though.â
 âAnd we should totally have a reshow of Blackbird.â Jeff said.
 âIâll consider it.â Kurt said. âI am on the edge of that being one of those ruined songs.  It was well done though, soâŠâ
 âTake that one back.â Nick said. âYou sang it stunningly. Donât let Blaine lay claim to that.â
 Kurt smiled. âFine. Iâll sing Blackbird as well, and decide then.â
 Elliot and about eight guys huddled in a corner of the music room, by the piano, and worked out music. Kurt could tell by the excited look on Elliotâs face that he was learning a lot from several of the guys.
 Kurt talked with Conner and Jake, David and Felix and Ravi.  Nick and Jeff wandered between the two groups, depending on what topics were being talked about in the group of boys surrounding Kurt. Other guys wandered in and joined with the two groups.  Kurt said hi to Braydon and met several others who he recognized from classes but never really interacted with.  They were talking clubs and sports differences in public and private school systems when Wes wandered in, followed by Blaine and his stooges.  Blaine, whose hand was encased in Edwinâs and who had bite marks covering his neck, was giggling and simpering as Ricky whispered something in his ear.
 âI thought you all were out looking for Kurt.â Wes said, glaring at David. Kurt nearly laughed as Wesâs gaze passed right over him, like heâd forgotten how Kurt looked. Â
 Kurt snorted. âIâve been located, Wes. I was camping.â
 âCamping?  Were you in the loft?  I havenât seen you out in the hot tubs?â Wes said.
 âCamping.  You knowâŠtent, sleeping bag, communing with nature? Hikes?â Kurt said.
 âDonât be ridiculous.â Blaine said, looking at Kurt for the first time since entering the room.  âWhat would YOU know about any of that?â
 Conner growled. Kurt put his hand on his knee and Jake put his arm around him.  David kicked back, as if waiting for a show.
 Kurt turned his attention from Wes to Blaine.  He noted the hickeys on Blaineâs neck, he noted Rickyâs hands still on Blaineâs shoulder and Blaineâs hand still in Edwinâs, with his fingers running over the back of Edwinâs hand.
 âBlaine, how wonderful to see youâŠfully dressed and not in a compromising position, unlike last time I laid eyes on you for any length of time.â Kurt said with a sneer, that Blaine didnât even seem to notice. âWhy do you question what I know of camping?  Iâm sure you remember my father. You know, the man that is supposed to be your future father-in-law. The guy you asked for my hand in marriage like I was some sort of simpering princess.  That guy.  You spent a great deal of time at my house hanging with the guys, even after Iâd gone to New York. I figure you know him rather well.  Do you really think he didnât take me camping and hunting and fishing every chance he got? I mean, sureâŠI worked full time at the garage most of high school, so he didnât get me out as often as he would have liked, but you have got to be delusional if you think he didnât take me out at least once or twice a year.â
 âYou worked at the garage doing likeâŠsecretary stuff.â Blaine said.
 Kurt rolled his eyes.
 âHow do you figure?â Kurt said.
 âWell, I know you SAID you worked on the cars there, but I never saw you working on cars there and you arenât exactlyâŠbuilt to work on cars, you are more â you knowâŠand whenever I saw you at the garage you were answering the phone and dressed nicely. What was I supposed to think?â Blaine said.
âYou picked me up from work exactly twice, Blaine. Twice in the whole time weâve known each other. Youâve been to the garage another three, maybe four times.  Once to tell my dad I had no idea about SexâŠbefore you started dating meâŠafter you basically told me I was unsexy and you had no interest. Which was very creepy mind you and which wasnât even really true.  I probably knew more about SEX than you did at that pointâŠjust mine was more of the boy/girl nature and more of the book learning aspect and more of the view of sex from listening to girlsâŠso lots about menstrual cycles and sore boobs and stretch marks and things like that.  Then you didnât bother coming to the garage again until AFTER I had graduated.  Hanging with Finn and Sam was just peachy.  And then you went to ask my dad my hand in marriage.  Even after you went to McKinley for school, you couldnât ever be bothered to come to work with me and hang out or anything, so we saw each other AFTER I was done and had gone home and showered and changed. I guess I expected you to take my word for it when I told you I worked at the garage. How would you actually KNOW anything? I certainly didnât get receptionist pay, which you enjoyed the fruits of more often than not. I mean when it came to paying for dates and things, I certainly generally took the provider role even though I wasnât the one from an âextremely wealthyâ family ---your words, not mine---with a never ending allowance. Therefore, I never expected that you thought I was LYING to you the whole time. It is utterly insane for one to assume someone is LYING about their job. Unless of course, that someone spends so much time himself lying that he assumes everyone else lies all the timeâŠjust like him.  What kinds of lies did you tell me, Blaine?  What lies have you told me that everything I know is based off of?â
Blaine just glared at Kurt and crossed his arms over his chest. Â Kurt stood and walked towards Blaine and his pals.
âShall we start with the big one right now, Blaine? Â Why are we here at Wesâs place?â Kurt said.
At first Kurt wasnât sure Blaine was going to answer. Â Edwin whispered something in his ear and the Ricky leaned in and whispered something in his other ear.
âBecause I wanted to come and I knew you would be awful if I just headed out for dead week without you.â Blaine said. âYou would have said no just to spite me if Iâd wanted to come on my own. Â And the formal invite was to both of us since David sent them out.â
âSee, the truth wasnât so hard there was it. Â Might have been nice to tell it to me before I spent the money I did for this week, but Iâm sure youâll find it in your oh so truthful heart to pay me back at least half, if not more.â
âDonât be ridiculous, Kurt.â Blaine said.
âIâm not kidding.â Kurt said.
Blaine rolled his eyes. âWeâll discuss this later at home. Â Youâll see my point after we discuss it there.â
âYou mean, Iâll drop the topic after youâve screamed at me for hours on end just so I donât have to hear you hollering any longer? My dad already agreed you need to pay back at least half the money I put out due to lack of communication, so it is not going away as easy as you generally manage to make issues disappear.â Kurt said.  âHowever, I guess we could discuss it at home.  Paying me back for what I put into a trip that you lied about will work in nicely with other topics, Iâm sure. Of course, I suggest we do so after youâve done your school work that you have been slacking off on and maybe even after finals. I would hate for you to actually flunk out because you chose to go camping instead of do your workâŠor rather Iâd hate for you to blame me for your failure when you decided to choose camping over school work. And I will make sure your professors know what you have been up to this week, make no mistake about that.â
âI canât believe you are being so mean to Blaine! What has he ever done to you?â Chaz sneered.
Jeff and Nick snorted as David held Conner down.
It was Elliot who laughed though. âAre you kidding me?â
âAnd just who are you?â Ricky asked, turning towards Elliot.
âGodâs sakes, why are YOU here? Â Kurt, are you cheating on me? Â Did you sneak HIM here to have sex with him behind my back? Â How dare you? Â I KNEW you were cheating on me with him. I knew it. I didnât for one moment believe he was just a friend and band mate. Â How long have you been having sex with him, huh? I canât believe you would do this to me!â Blaine started hollering.
âHas anyone ever had you tested for personality disorders?â Elliot shouted back. Â âYou are delusional and a hypocrite.â
âI am not! I know youâve fucked him. I know it. Â You wouldnât accept my friend request on Facebook or any other social site and you were always calling. I canât figure out why you want him more than me, but I know youâve had sex with him and he is cheating with you.â Blaine continued. âAnd Iâm NOT a hypocrite. Iâm not wearing the ring; he is, so that makes him mine. Â I can do whatever I like, he cannot. I asked for HIS hand in marriage, he didnât ask for mine. Â Iâm the alpha male and so I can sow my seed.â
âYouâre an idiot is what you are.â Elliot said. âA hypocrite and an Idiot. And delusional and an ass.â
âBlaine, I suggest you stop speaking before you further prove just how stupid you can be.â Kurt said. âAnd frankly, everyone here knows which of the two of us has been having sex this week so farâŠyou havenât taken any care to hide the proof.â
âBut I can have sex.â Blaine said.
Kurt rolled his eyes. âMen in this room, how many are Gay or Bisexual, or any other identity on the spectrum?â
About half the room raised their hands and Kurt started to cough.
âYou Ok there?â Elliot asked.
âMaybe Dalton was a gay school and I just never knew.â Kurt said.
David started to laugh.
âAnywayâŠâ Kurt continued. âIF you are in a monogamous relationship, is it perfectly all right for your other half to have sex with other people?â
Most of those who had raised their hands shouted no.
âStraight men, if you are in a monogamous relationship with a girlâŠ.say engagedâŠis it all right to have sex with other people?â
Most of the straight guys said no.
âThose of you who did not say no to thatâŠIF I asked your GIRLFRINDS the question would they say it was all right for youâŠthe guyâŠto have sex with others while in a monogamous relationship?â
Only two tried to insist that their girls understood that men must be men and have sex with anyone their nether regions wanted. Â Kurt asked for numbers of their girlfriends to ask. Â Neither still had a girlfriend.
âThere you go, Blaine.â Kurt said. Â âThe majority of the people here KNOW YOU ARE WRONG. Â Not that it really matters. Do you know WHY it doesnât really matter? Because I, the other half of this supposedly monogamous relationship, think you are WRONG!â
âSo?â Blaine said.
The majority of the others in the room looked at Blaine in confusion.
âSo?  So I think that BOTH people in a relationship that is monogamous only see each otherâŠthat is what monogamous means.  That means when one of those is NOT just seeing the other in the relationship, he is CHEATING.  I told you when I took you backâŠI would not be cheated on. I donât give a flying ratâs ass if YOU donât think you are cheating for whatever STUPID rationality you have concoctedâŠI think you are cheating and I am THE ONLY ONE who matters in that.  I will not live in a world of double standards, Blaine.â
âNow, Kurt,â Blaine started, in a tone of voice that instantly grated on Kurtâs nerves even more. It was that condescending tone Blaine used when he thought Kurt was too naive or too poor to understand.
âWeâll speak of it at home.â Kurt said. âMy dad might even join us. For nowâŠI do believe Elliot has managed to work something out with his beatboxes. You are boring me, Blaine. You should go find something to do away from the rest of usâŠ.like you have all week, Iâm sure.â
With that Kurt turned and stalked over to the piano. âPlay me my part, boys.â
Paul smirked and started playing the notes he wanted Kurt to take on âcome togetherâ.  Most the guys whoâd been sitting with Conner and Kurt by the couches moved over to the piano as well, Jake dragging an armchair over for Conner to sit in. Blaine just stared. No one was paying any attention to him, or Chaz or Ricky or EdwinâŠor even Wes.  Kurt smirked as Edwin and then Ricky whispered into Blaineâs ear again and Chaz pulled them all out to the hot tubs, Blaine frowning the whole way.
âI still donât know who He is.â Wes stated, pointing at Elliot.
Kurt paused in his vocals. âElliot Gilbert, my bandmate and friend.  Apparently there are people out there that care about me, Wes. So when he read the Facebook blow-up, he contacted Jeff and Nick and came out to help locate meâŠas in as soon as he read the Facebook blowâup he made efforts to come find meâŠhe didnât fuss about and ignore that I was âmissingâ. YourâŠnonchalantâŠmanner of dealing with a missing person is, I hope, because it happens often enough with positive results that it wasnât a real issue.  I shall have to ask Richards about that.â
Wes paled. âIâve gotâŠthingsâŠto do.â Wes said as he turned and headed towards the kitchens and Richards.
Kurt smirked and turned his attention back to singing.
They hadnât got far in putting together the song before dinner was announced.
It was a much different experience than the first night, when Kurt felt like no one noticed him. All sorts of people came up to him and spoke to him. Â He met the guys whoâd taken out the motorbikes after heâd gone for his ride; he met several of Raviâs friends, who spoke with him about his dad and politics. He met a few of the older Warblers, who had been working with Elliot on the songs right before dinner.
It wasnât like Blaine was aloneâŠhe had his little harem and a small posse of pals who gathered around them like moths to a flame.  But Kurt was included in a group as well, and comments from said group made Kurt wonder how much of his being left alone at first was at Blaineâs suggestion.  Heâd heard more than one person say theyâd hoped to talk to him but that Blaine had told them Kurt would prefer they not.
After dinner they went and worked on the songs Elliot wanted to try, getting âCome Togetherâ to a level that Conner recorded it for Elliot. Then Jeff and Nick talked Kurt into doing Blackbird for them.  Like Kurt had predicted, more guys than they started with moved into the music room to participate.  Kurt could see about nine guys out in the hot tubs, where Blaine and his group were holding court, but the majority of guys were in with Kurt. Several of the guys whoâd sung with Ravi and the older Warblers showed off some of the songs theyâd done in the daysâŠand won with.  Kurt was especially fond of the medley of John Denver songs they did and their âRing of Fireâ arrangement.
When it started to get dark, Kurt and Elliot headed back to the camp. Jeff and Nick and Conner and Jake were to spend the next day at the Kurtâs campsiteâŠor at least part of it. Elliot grabbed the knapsack of clothes from Jeffâs car as they headed out.
They chatted on the small hike back to the camp. Â Kurt pulled out sodas to drink and they retired directly to the tent. Â
âYouâll have to share the mattress.â Kurt said. âBut you can have your own sleeping bag. Iâm changing, I hope you donât mind. I have extra blankets in the corner if you need some; it is still a bit chilly at night. Â I havenât been cold, but I bought extra thick fleece pajamas.â
âCan I brag to one and all tomorrow that I got to sleep with you?â Elliot asked. âIâll be fine; I packed what I have been wearing at night at the retreat.â
Kurt shrugged.
âKurt?â
âI was hoping to wait to actually break-up with Blaine until after finalsâŠ.I know he is going to fail and blame it all on me as it is. With a break-up added to that?  Iâll be lucky if they donât toss me out on me earâŠfor making the poor darling so stressed and broken hearted he couldnât do his work. And the teachers will buy itâŠ.they always do for him and Rachel.â
âYou are forgetting something.â Elliot said.  He made sure to hunt around his bag while Kurt changed his pants. âThere is a whole day of you being lost broadcast all over social media and a whole day of Blaine not caring being broadcast just as loudly.  There are three dozen guys here who will mostly vouch for the activities that Blaine did hereâŠwhile you were lost.  And also probably about how NOT heartbroken the brat is.  Iâll come with you and talk to the powers that be if need be. You know I will.â
âAnd yet, somehow I doubt it would make a difference.â Kurt said.
âThen make it make a difference. Â Is it everyone who seems under their spell, or just certain people? Â Go to other department heads if you need to. Had Rachel charmed them all? Are those under Blaineâs spell also those under who had been under Rachelâs? Â Or did he do his own schmoozing?â Elliot asked.
Kurt tilted his head as he thought.  âYou knowâŠI donât think she had.  She rather alienated the dean who oversees the drama classesâŠand who overseas most the non-practical courses like script analyses. Sheâs upset most the staff who teach on the tech side of the program and all the staff who deal with danceâŠall the staff, not just the instructors. She was rude to most the other vocal professors. Blaine is harder to gaugeâŠthere are people who praise and adore him who donât seem to have ever met him or know much more about him than he has to be wonderful because he is in sophomore classes. Or maybe his folks put sooo much money into getting him in the classes he is in that they are enamored with that.  I donât know how to prepare for that.â
âHis folks gave money to the school to ensure his class choices?â Elliot asked, pulling out his pants and sleeping shirt now that Kurt was mostly changed.
Kurt shrugged and turned around to pull out the small speakers for his IPod so they could listen to music and Elliot could change pants. âHis first semester he was in regular first year freshman classes and he just did OKâŠthere were no AsâŠbut he passed the things he took with Bs and Cs.  He was like Rachel, thoughâŠhe took voice and a private voice section, acting, dance and a lecture course on auditioning for different formats that he wasnât supposed to be able to take but his brother knew the guest lecturer and got him into that one.  He carried just enough credits to be full time.  He dropped dance with Ms. July and changed into a lower level course within the first week taught by someone elseâŠwhich he also skipped about ÂŒ of. He skipped out on his acting course half the time.  Then second semester starts up and he is in 6 of my 8 classesâŠ.all 6 of his classes are with me.  My classes are sophomore levelâŠI spent the time attending everything I needed to move ahead with the amount of credits needed to be a sophomore.  He hadnât even taken any of the first year of script analysis, or English 101, which were supposed to be the prerequisites for script writing.  He hadnât taken the dance courses or the movement course which was supposed to be needed to take stage combat. The same for everything.  I asked how he was in my classes.  His first response was that he was just so good all his teachers recommended he skip ahead. Then I said I was going to ask around to see which teachers said that. He huffed and puffed and whined before saying that he just signed up and then pull strings to stay.  It was during a chat with Rachel I learned his dad was donating several good sized scholarships for the years he was in the school and that his mom was donating to help fund some instrument updates so he could have the best for accompanying his star performances. I simply concluded that was how he got himself into classes he wasnât suited or prepared for.â
âPlease tell me you are kidding? Â That is absolutely horrible.â
âI only wish I were. And I suppose I could be wrong, but it is the only explanation that makes any senseâŠwell, there is the people are hypnotized by his puppy dog eyes and hair gel theory, but generally I only indulge in that one when I am a bit tipsy on cough syrup and pain meds and still running a high feverâŠor concussed.â Kurt said.
Elliot snorted and tucked the clothing heâd changed out off into his knapsack, making sure heâd pulled out the thick socks heâd packed when he saw Kurt pull out his own. He handed Kurt the knapsack and Kurt passed it off to the side of the tent where his own was resting. Â He flopped back onto the air mattress. Â Kurt settled beside him.
âThis is ridiculously comfortable for an air mattress.â Elliot said.
Kurt blushed. âI didnât want Sam to be uncomfortable. My dad would have been upset. Â He sees Sam as one of us most the time.â
âDo you ever wish to see what would happen if you had that kind of money to pour into things?â Elliot asked, staring at the top of the tent.
âNo.â Kurt answered. âI decided once I started school that I wanted to gather as much experience as possible. Â I never want a lack of knowledge or experience on my part to be the reason a production has issues. I didnât get the parts that Blaine and Rachel always did. I didnât get the summer jobs performing, or the summer voice lessons or fancier dance classes outside Lima, which both had even if they didnât take as much advantage of what they were given as they could. Â I have time and learning to catch up on.â
Elliot snorted. âWhy is it always the ones who had everything who never appreciate it?â
Kurt smiled. âI donât know, but seriouslyâŠthere is one huge thing I learned at Dalton; Appreciate the things you have and donât go looking for something better all the time. At first I was jealous of all those kids and their never ending cash, but then I realized that half couldnât even make themselves a sandwichâŠlet alone wash their clothing or fix their car or bike.  Lose a button?  Toss the shirt out and go buy a new one. However fine that was for a uniform shirt, I watched so many boys whine or get into a rage over loosing favorites because they lost a button.  Drop paint on your shoe?  Write home for a new pair to be sent and some extra cash for emotional turmoil, while whining that now you have to break in new shoes and your favorites are ruined forever and canât be worn.  Miss lunch due to a meeting with a teacher?  Even with options of an open kitchen for student use after lunch was over and each dorm having a stocked kitchen, half of them would starve instead because they had no clue how to even find a snack.  Not all of them were that bad, but most were close. Our uniform shirts were 60 bucks, due to being so well made and tailored, supposedly. I actually made a killing off kids who would lose a button, bring their shirt to me to mend for 30 bucks, while writing home them needed money to buy a new shirt.  Their parents would send the money and theyâd pocket the remainder for sneaking out clubbing or some other dumb thing.  I charged twenty to make grilled cheese, 10 for peanut butter and anything and 10 for meat sandwiches.  I charged three to peel oranges.  Often I made 60 bucks a day from just peeling oranges throughout the day. On the other handâŠI realized that if needed, I could survive on my own even then.  I had the life skills needed, and had work experience that would have allowed me to be fine, even if I wasnât happy.  I could have had full time work as a mechanic with little problem.â
Elliot laughed. Â âDid any of them ever realize how much you were overcharging them?â
Kurt smirked. âThe few who did were so desperate that they paid anyway. Â I am hoping most of them NOW realize it, due to the fact they are all supposedly adults living in adult worlds. Â It sounded like most the boys up at the house were managing Ok.â
Elliot laughed. âI suppose so. Â What are you going to do about things?â
âIâm going to enjoy the rest of the time here with the guysâŠand take you out on those dirt bikes with me tomorrow.  I am going to then go home and study and take my finals and finish presentations and whatnot next week.  I am going to call my dad and have him help get back half the money I spent for this week from BlaineâŠand the rent and other expenses Blaine is supposed to be helping with but really hasnât.  Itâs only been a month since Rachel moved out and he moved in, so the expenses arenât insurmountable if he doesnât manage to get Blaine to pay up, but Iâm going to try.  I am going to inform Blaine he has a month to be gone from the loft. I am going to have Chase come in with his buddy and help me create a spate space for someone else to live with me and find a roommate.  Not sure where Iâm going from thereâŠIâll tell you after finals.â
Elliot reached over and grasped Kurtâs hand.  âIâll keep you to itâŠand to your immediate plans.  Do you think you can make it through the next week?â
Kurt nodded. âAs long as I focus on finals, yeah.â
âI can be done by next Friday, even with taking from now until Monday off.  So I can be around when you need backup when moving Blaine out or going to the school about his complaints if they happen.  Dani said sheâd return next week if you need her. She got a bit extra in a paycheck and they donât compete until next weekend after SundayâŠshe could use it to fly home and be there for you after Sunday.â
âNo. Â Iâll be good. I would feel so guilty if she used that money to fly to New York just because my world canât stay stable for any length of time.â Kurt said.
âYes, wellâŠ.we both still feel guilty for not being around when you got bashed earlier this year.â Elliot said.
âI am sorry you didnât know about it until weeks after.  Rachel and Blaine suck at telling people anythingâŠMy dad wouldnât even have known if the hospital hadnât called him, and he was the one to call the school.  Both were asked about me, but both just said I âwas indisposedâ and couldnât make it to classes. They never even turned in the notes I made for them to take.  If I hadnât needed to reassure myself I could still present my performance assignment, I have no doubts I wouldnât have any misses excused because my dad wouldnât have called and got the doctors to talk to the teachers.  I should have tossed Blaineâs sorry ass to the side then. I still wouldnât have gotten to do my performance if I hadnât gotten out of the hospital the day before the last day of performances and my dad hadnât marched into the school and demanded to see the written policy on medical emergencies and then taken it straight to Madame T.  He gave her a lovely lecture on not holding me responsible for Blaineâs behavior, which she forgot she heard before heâd even headed back to Washington DC.â
âI am not joking, Kurt. I want you to promise to go speak with the other deans and discuss Blaine and Rachel and Madame Tâs response to them and you. Â I swear you should transfer somewhere else.â
Kurt chuckled âI have thought about it. ButâŠI got into NYADA and I donât want to quit because of Rachel or Blaine. I donât want to give either the satisfaction. And they would both be quick to rub it in and make sure everyone we ever met knew I had failedâŠI had quit.â
âThen get the help to make it through that school that you need. Â This past semester has been ridiculous.â
âTo be fair, the June issue is mostly my fault. Â I caved to Blaineâs need to be the focus of all around him and it was my apology for making him feel badly about himself.â
âIt wouldnât have been an issue if the lady had any taste.  Blaine was outlandish and annoying the whole songâŠand it wasnât even a good performance because he was not working as a group with anyone.  He over sang and over acted everything.  And before you say anything the whole performance was posted to blogsâŠso yes I saw it.  AND people there said the video didnât even do justice to Blaineâs over done attitude. As to the apology bit, I still donât see anything YOU needed to apologize for.  YOU didnât make him eat all the fattening food he ate, YOU didnât prevent him from exercising, I doubt YOU ever even told him no except for the time you were under doctorâs orders to not do anything too strenuous. â
âI didnât. Â In fact he was always telling me NO, even before I was bashed. Â You are right. What makes it worse is the choreography that I stuck with was Blaineâs idea and how we practiced it. Â He didnât want me to âbe too loudâ in my actions of motions and he wanted everything âsubtleâ and yet âa bit comicalâ. Â I should have done what I wanted as soon as he started his own thing. Or just taken off with my original song counter to him and left him story of our lives to sing on his own.â
âWhat did you have planned?â Elliot asked.
âOutlaw of LoveâŠor Let Me Entertain You.â
âI would have paid to see either.â Elliot said.
Kurt laughed. âI considered a full Glam For Your Entertainment, but I decided against that after Madame T nearly had a coronary when I came into school with nail polish still of after a spa afternoon with Isabella when I was recovering from the bashing.  They werenât even too out thereâŠjust deep blood red glitter with a high gloss shine. For the head of a theater school, she is very conservative.  I think that is why the Apples had such a hard timeâŠand some of the other kids.  Kids that are her stars are those students that are great but also completely ânormalââŠthe ones who would be leads without anything about them standing out in any way that could be negative.  I heard the Dean of Tech yell at her once that NYADA was a school for the arts, the kids were supposed to feel free to be artsy.â
Elliot snorted. âI heard the other vocal teachers actually put out students who have higher hiring rates.â
âMaster Franko does. I finally looked those stats up. Madame T has pushed out more âstarsâ from her classes, but Master Franko teaches students who are hired consistently. And has had a fair amount of stars come out of his classroom as well. Â I am taking courses from him this summer and next fall. I havenât looked into the other two yet.â
âYou should take courses from those as well.  I seriously think that if given the option one should take courses from as many different teachers as one can. I mean, yesâŠclasses from the head of the costume department at NYU were fantastic, but when I took construction techniques from Martin Mayers, who worked with the museum as well as working as one of the head costumers for NYU shows, I learned so much more.  Not because he was better, but because his focus wasnât exactly the same and so he had a different perspective.â
âThere was a class that was on writing music that I thought about takingâŠit dealt not only with creating original works but also transposing songs into different keys and mash-ups and legalities. I think Iâll fit that in next year somewhere. I did well enough in music theory to take it.â
âI think you be brilliant at it.â Elliot said. âWell get you through this, Kurt.  I think youâll find so many more doors opening up once weâve got this door with Blaine nailed shut.  I think youâll find so many people just waiting to pounce in and take up space in your life as so as they knew they canâŠfriends and lovers.â
Kurt squeezed Elliotâs hand. Images of Jeff and Nick and Conner and Jake and David flitted through his head.  They were chased by thoughts of Adam and his Apples, the guys from stage combat, and other in different classes who always were friendly but seem to hold backâŠand look around as if to see who was about.  Then Chase and Salâs laughs passed through his mind. Kurt looked at Elliotâs smiling face and thought of what he had said about DaniâŠand about the other from the band.
âI think you might just be right. Â We should turn off the lantern and watch a movie before trying to get some sleep. Â I have got to take you out on those dirt bikes. Â I think you will love it. Â I am so kicking myself for telling my dad I didnât want one when I was little.â
âYour dad offered you a dirt bike? I thought you just meant lessons or something.â Elliot asked.
Kurt laughed.
âI was entering JR. High and didnât want to give into what I saw as pressure to be ânormalâ and âfit inâ and be just like all the other rude horrid boys I knew. Â And as much as I had enjoyed riding a 4wheeler the summer before, I wasnât absolutely gaga over it, so I didnât figure a dirt bike would live up to the hype my Father was giving it. Â Iâm pretty certain he wanted me to race them.â
Elliot laughed as well. âBlow that candle out, then.â
Kurtâs breath caught before he turned and turned off the light.
âBlow the candles out, looks like a solo tonight,â Kurt sang softly as he pulled open the laptop. âBut I think Iâll be all right.â
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Bug Girl
My WIP Wednesday! piece is all finished!  (Warning: LOOOOOOONG description about the art process ahead!  ) I don't think it's terribly obvious for a number of reasons (at least not at first), but this piece is actually a bit of fan art/inspired by How to make Friends with the Dark by Kathleen Glasgow, which I finished reading Monday night--Though I actually started this piece a couple of days before  There's a concept that gets brought up a few different times in the book of the main character Tiger imagining a "bug-girl" in a jar, usually to help visualize her emotions to us, the audience. This concept really resonates and stuck with me even before I finished the book, and thus I was compelled to draw it. Technically the way I see that concept in my head looks different from what I've done here, so sometime in the future I may take another stab at it, but for this time I wanted to strengthen the connection between the bug-girl concept and the book, so visually I modeled the overall aesthetic largely off of the book's cover; white lines and white dots on a dark blue background that has a slight gradient at the bottom. The gradient on the cover is more subtle and is more on the lines than the background itself, but I took artistic liberty on that to make my life a little easier. My original plan was to do the background with watercolor, do the lines digitally and print them out (since I had some kinks in the sketch I wanted to experiment with digitally instead of doing a lot of additional drawing and erasing) and then use my lightbox and a white gel pen to trace directly on top of the watercolor, then splatter away with some white ink. But of course, things can never be that simple. The way I see it in my head, the bug-girl has, well, bug eyes, but for this piece, I didn't want to lean too heavily into the "creepy" factor, given it doesn't really fit with the content of the book (which is a great read if you like realistically heavy YA novels, by the way) so I angled her head down and her hair covering her face to keep from having to make the decision on whether or not I wanted to go with that look. And additionally to do proper bug eyes (at least the kind I was imagining) would've involved a lot of tiny circle/cell shapes, and I imagine that would've made things feel too crowded or would have blended into the splatters/background in an uncomfortable way. Additionally, I was going to have her wings raised behind her, but after playing around with a few different references and positions in Photoshop (knowing full well I was not happy with the original wings from the sketch that I completely free-handed), I felt like this more asymmetrical, lowered position and dragonfly-type structure just looked better and fits better with some of the movements of the wings described in the book (using them to cover her eyes, etc.) which in most cases aren't technically plausible with normal bug wings. My first real problem was with the jar. Realistically, it needed to be tall enough for the girl to stand at full height at least. And in theory, probably a little bit higher so it would be more comfortable overall and so that in theory she wouldn't just stand up and be able to push the lid off. But I was having issues with the sizing because the jar could only be so big so that A. it would fit comfortably on my paper and B. if it was too tall, the empty space between the top of the jar and the girl would noticeably awkward. So I fiddled with that for way too long and ultimately, it's probably too short, but the size balanced is more comfortable to the eyes, I think. (I also added the cross-hatching to the lid to make it more obvious there was a lid since originally it just kind of looked like the jar had a very wide lip.) I also gave her a set of antennae, and after trying the concept of segmenting her whole body to be more bug-like (which was way too many lines everywhere) I decided to add some plates on the front of her forearms and calves. It's not much at all, but I didn't want to stick solely to traditionally "fairy" imagery since she's a bug-girl, not a fairy, but in this lines-only format, there was only so much I could do and still get the proper impact I was looking for. Speaking of which... I did a lot of swatching and testing of my various watercolors that I have on hand to A. get the colors I wanted right, B. practice my blending of two colors with more paint than water since I wanted very dark, opaque colors, and C. test if my lightbox would even work under the thick watercolor paper and the actual watercolor. However, I made two errors in judgment during the testing: 1. The areas I swatched to test were considerably smaller than the actual size of the area I wanted to cover and even with my biggest brush when I went to do a practice go I very quickly realized that was going to take an absurd amount of paint, time, effort, and I was very likely to run into some blending problems with the gradient. (So, in summary, half-pan-sized watercolors and mostly small brushes are not great for very large areas) 2. Once I realized the above, (and I had already done two very quick tests with alcohol markers and that idea almost immediately went out the window for the same issue) I had to switch course and ended up using some water-soluble pencils (one Arteza Woodless Watercolor Pencil for the dark blue and one Derwent Inktense pencil for the dark teal at the bottom) to lay down the color for the background and then wet them down to smooth out the color. Which turned out pretty nicely, especially once they dried. (I was a little worried at first since while still wet it was looking kind of patchy and weird ) The problem with number 2 is that after it had fully dried (aside from the paper curling pretty badly since it was in a sketchbook and I didn't think to tape the edges of the page down before taking water to it, which was mostly fixed pretty easily by wetting down the back of the page and sitting a very heavy box on it while it dried overnight) when I went to use the lightbox, the pigment from the water-soluble pencils was noticeably more opaque than the straight watercolor tests/swatched I had looked at previously. It wasn't so opaque that I couldn't see my lines underneath at all but it was opaque enough that a lot of the smaller details wear really hard to see. And thus I had a pretty big problem on my hands. What I should have done was trace the lines in black on the blank paper first so they would be more likely to show through the pigment in the first place and there's a good chance that would've fixed the problem, even if I still needed the lightbox to see those lines perfectly. But hindsight is always 20/20 so that knowledge didn't really fix the matter at hand. I knew pretty instantly that I didn't want to try tracing the lines onto another piece of watercolor paper and trying to color matter since I seem to always have majorly noticeable issues with that, especially when there's a gradient involved, and also because I knew when I scanned it in it would be fairly obviously there were two layers of paper instead of one because of how thick watercolor paper is. I also knew alcohol markers were out because, again, color matching issues with the selection available to me, and also from some of my much earlier testing with trying to get the specific gradient that I wanted. That left me with colored pencils. And thus I went through the five different sets I use enough to keep where I can easily access them (I have others I don't like as much that would've just been a waste of time) and started swatching colors on a piece of the same paper I had the lines on and then held them up to the background to color match as closely as possible. I ended up picking one dark blue and one dark teal each from both my Prismacolor and Polychromos sets since the blue from the Prismacolor was closer but the teal from the Polychromos was closer but they were both slightly off, so to keep the texture consistent I mixed both together for both colors. This ended up being a very good idea in hindsight because I finished off with a final layer of the Polychromos and that kept my white gel pen from having the problems it would normally have over straight-Prismacolor pigment. (Since Prismacolors are wax-based the wax usually clogs the pen tip very easily; the Polychromos are oil-based, so the oil created a slicker layer between the wax and the pen). And all I did was use my lightbox to see the black printed lines through the colored pencil as easily as possible and went back over them with my white Sakura Gelly Roll, then I went back and outlined the jar and the lid specifically with my white Uni-Ball Signo, since the ink is slightly brighter and the nib is larger. Once that was all done to my satisfaction, I cut out the girl in her jar and placed it on the watercolor background with some double-sided tape I picked up the day before from DollarTree, clipping a few edges so they'd be as flush with the edges of the paper as possible. And I figured that would be a better idea than glue because the glue had a very good potential of being very messy and leaving notable marks. The tape was just a safer bet. And fortunately, the paper laid pretty flat, save for a couple of spots I either missed because I applied the tape by lifting up the edges so I wouldn't totally lose my placement or up by some of the nooks and crannies that make up the ridges at the top of the jar that were just too small to do individually. And there is one spot where that tape wrinkled on me, but it's fortunately not terribly noticeable in the final product. Then I made a paper mask for the girl inside the jar and got to move on to the slightly more fun part; I dipped a paintbrush in some white ink (white ink as opposed to white watercolor because I was concerned the water part might cause some reaction to the existing watercolor background that I didn't want and I was a little concerned it would make the non-watercolor paper that the girl and the jar were drawn on warp) and started tapped it against another paint brush to get splatters everywhere. I masked the girl since I was pretty sure she'd blend in too much if she got splattered too. After the ink was dry, I removed the mask and went in with the white Gelly Roll again to make some stars here and there; mostly just because I wanted to since the original book cover only has dots. I left it at that for the night since it was almost 3 and I was tired, but I came back to it the next day and racked my brain for a bit since it felt like it was missing something. I ultimately ended up putting the mask back on the girl and used my pastel blue PanPastel to create a glow effect around her. After that, I scanned it and did make some minor adjustments in Photoshop (mostly color correction, but there were a couple of black lines of shadow around the edge of the jar since it was still a separate piece of paper on top of the other one at the end of the day. And here we are. It's still not perfection, but I am ultimately happy with it since I think I got the look I was after in the end. Plus, I think I capture the spirit of the original book cover's style pretty well ____ Artwork (c) me, MysticSparkleWings I do not own How to make Friends with the Dark or the cover art ____ Where to find me & my artwork: My Website | Commission Info + Prices | Ko-Fi | dA Print Shop | RedBubble |  Twitter | Tumblr | Instagram
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A/N: I came up with this idea after watching a Valentineâs special so I thought this would be in honor of Valentineâs! (even though itâs no longer Valentineâs day). Â Also, sorry I havenât posted in a while, I havenât had any requests and I hadnât gotten any inspiration for a fic until now.
Preseum!Steve x reader
Word count: 1696 (way longer than it was meant to be)
Summary: Steve isnât the most articulate person in the world, so he thought he could write his feeling down in a letter.  His efforts were fruitless⊠that is, until you discover the numerous discarded letters in the trash.
Warnings: Extreme fluff overload
(GIF not mine)
It had been a long day. Â It was Valentineâs day and the whole restaurant had been packed full of lovey-dovey couples. Â You barely got to sit down the entire night, you were too busy running around, serving up platters of food, trying not to drop the delicate glasses of wine, and not tripping up the other waiters and waitresses. Â But, at least you got some good tips out of all of it.
You slammed the door to your apartment, hung up your jacket, and dropped your million-pound purse by the coat rack. Slipping off your killer heels, you drudged into you and Steveâs shared bedroom. Â You and Steve had known each other since highschool but had been dating for the past three years. Â Well, three years, five months and six days, but who was counting? Â It was hard to believe it had been that long, you still remembered when Steve had first asked you out. Â
You were in the park with him and Bucky. Bucky was lying on the grass, just enjoying the temperate weather, Steve was busily sketching something, and you were feeding the ducks that swam in the little lake. Â The whole time you were there, Bucky kept making weird looks at Steve, but you didnât pay any mind to it, you didnât really want to get involved with whatever antics they were up to. Â Once you had turned around to sit by Bucky, but he swiftly shoved Steve into you, effectively knocking both of you over, nearly causing you two to land in the cold water of the lake. Â Like the gentlemen he is, Steve helped you up. Â As soon as you were standing on your feet, Steve timidly offered you a daisy, slightly crushed from when you fell over. Â Steve was shaking worse than the autumn leaves hanging over your heads, his skin was pale and clammy, and he couldnât even look you in the face he was so nerve wrecked! Â He asked you out to the movies with a tremoring, unconfident whisper. Obviously, he was nervous to ask you out because you were his good friend and no girl had ever accepted his offer before, so naturally, he assumed youâd reject him like everyone else and stop being his friend. Â But, you smiled widely with a giggle, happily accepting his offer, and gingerly taking the daisy from his hands.
He was the cutest thing. Â He barely talked the entire date he was so finicky. Â But, by the end of it all, he gathered enough courage to hold your hand in the theater as you watched the news reels in between features. Â Once he walked you back to your home, Steve kissed you on the cheek and handed you a special gift. Â He placed the most darling little, heart-shaped locket you had ever seen onto your open palms. Â You still had that little locket. Â You had a picture of you and Steve tucked away in it, and every time it hung around your neck, the pendant would dangle above where your heart is. Â it was for that reason you rarely ever took it off; it was like Steve was always right next to you. Â In fact, you were wearing right now. Â
You wandered into your bedroom to change into your nightgown and pass out face down on the bed. Â But, you caught sight of something odd in your peripherals. Â The trashcan by Steveâs desk was overflowing with envelopes and unfinished letters. Tons and tons of papers were stuffed into and tossed near the metal can. Â Steve was not one to write letters often, so seeing this many stacks of paper thrown away was very unusual.
Letting curiosity take over, you knelt by the wastebasket and picked up one of the envelopes lying on the floor. Â It was empty, but on the front, in sloppy handwriting, the words âto my beloved (Y/N)â were written on it. Â Setting that envelope down in your lap, you picked up another one off the floor surrounding the little trashcan. Â âTo my museâ it read. Â Setting the two envelopes aside, you dug out one of the unfinished letters and began to read.
âMy benevolent (Y/N),
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?â
The letter stopped there. Â You picked up another one, throwing the one you just had over with the two envelopes you read previously. Â The next letter was slightly longer, but still unfinished.
âDearest (Y/N),
You are more than words can describe, more than the tongue could ever express, and more than the mind could ever comprehend. You are more-â
The letter cut off mid-sentence. Â Piling up all the materials you had already read, you dragged the waste bin closer to you, enabling you to sift through the huge jumble of trash easier. Â You found another one, with quite a few sentences crossed out.
âMy beautiful (Y/N),
There is no possible way for me to describe how much I love you. Â You are more pretty radiant than a rose. Â You are far more kind and generous than the earth itself. Â You are more caring than a mother bird You are the most wonderful dame girl woman that Iâve ever met.â
The letter ended there. Â Absentmindedly, you start playing with the heart pendant of your locket as you chose another letter to read.
âDear (Y/N),
Iâm not that great with words, but I just wanted to say that youâre the most amazing person to ever exist. Â You chose me out of everyone else on the planet. Â Not only that, but you chose me when no one else would even spare me a passing glance. Â Youâre so kind and so sweet and so great and so-â
Once again, the letter is cut off rather awkwardly. This time you grabbed a handful and read the various scattered notes scribbled onto them.
â(Y/N),
I think youâre great and I wanted to say-â
âSweetheart,
Youâre the smartest and prettiest and kindest girl Iâve ever met. Â Youâre so loving and so astonishingly sw-â
âDoll,
Iâve written a thousand letters, trying to put my feeling onto paper, but it just isnât working, but You deserve to know how I truly feel about you,â
âDear (Y/N),
You are way too good to/ for me-â
âDear (Y/N),
How do I even start? Â Youâre amazing, youâre simply wonderful, youâre the bestest (is that even a word?) thing thatâs ever hap-â
All these letters were addressed to you. Â Every. Â Single. Â One. All of them were love letters. Some were formal, some were poems, some were little casual notes, some were only two words long, some took up whole paragraphs, but all of them- were for you.
âWhatcha lookinâ at doll?â a familiar voice called from behind you.  It was Steve, standing in the doorway, carrying some of his art supplies under his arms.  You sat there, unable to answer.  How would you even answer?  You were literally digging through the garbage.  Sure, you were reading Steve adorable and heartfelt letters, but it was still weird for anyone to be looking through the contents of a trashcan.  âI uhâŠâ you stammered, holding up the letters to answer him without saying words; turns out neither of you were good with words. Steveâs eyes widened and his face turned a deep crimson at the sight of his crummy letters.  âYou uh⊠yo-you werenât supposed to see thoseâŠâ Steve admitted, keeping his head down as to avoid eye contact.  âBut theyâre soâŠâ you took a deep breath, unsure of what to say next. The letters were so kind and so thoughtful, why wouldnât Steve want you to see them?  âBut I like them⊠love them, actuallyâŠâ you squeaked, cramming the paper back into the wastebasket.  âBut⊠but I wanted you to see something elseâŠâ.  Something else?  Steve sat his ginormous sketchpad on the bed, flipping through the pages âtil he got to the one he wanted.  âThis is what I really wanted you to seeâŠâ Steve sighed, gestured to his watercolor and pencil sketch.  It was beautiful.
It was a drawing of you and Steve, laughing, with your cheeks squished together. Â It looked just like you; from the nose to your little stray hairs, to the color of your eyes. Â You were smiling a bright smile, your eyes were radiant and sparkling, and your whole face just shone with pure, unadulterated happiness. Â The whole thing looked not unlike the photo you kept in the locket you wore so proudly.
âI couldnât compare you to a summer's day because youâre prettier than that. Â I canât compare you to a rose, youâre more elegant than that. Â I canât compare you to the moon and stars, youâre far more brilliant than that,â Steve explained, unintentionally sounding like a suave Shakesperian poet, âI canât capture you or my feelings for you in words, so I thought I could capture you in a work of art. Â Though, youâre already so much more of a masterpiece than this is,â. Â You felt like your heart was going to explode you were so elated. Â He really thought that way of you? Â With one joyous bound, you flung your arms around Steveâs neck and pressed your lips to his. Â You poured as much love and adoration into that kiss as you were physically able to without hurting yourself. Â Steve hesitantly placed his hands on your hips as he happily returned your romantic gesture.
Pulling away, feeling as if the breath had been ripped from your lungs. Â You couldnât bring yourself to open your eyes, you just wanted to sit and feel the euphoria and love that surrounded you two. Â Finally opening your eyes, you stared into Steveâs gorgeous baby blue eyes. It was almost like you were staring into his soul; sweet, innocent, and kind. Â âI love you,â he whispered, kissing the tip of your nose, âI love you more,â you rebutted playfully, going in for another, more passionate kiss.
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The most favourite activity for children would be art and craft. Itâs a great idea to let kids develop their own love for art work and have fun while they are involved in this task. There are tons of arts and crafts for kids to do around at your home, from painting, coloring, making things out of waste and so much more.
What is Art Fun
Well the art is fun is a phrase which explains the feeling of a person working on something made out of their own will, imaginary at times, and he\she may feel good about it. It is a form of expressing inner belief, while creating something they want to on their own.
For kids art is fun as it engages them into some kind of happy playful and colorful activity, again something that explains what their own brain is thinking about while doing any kind of art or craft.
For some art is a profession, and they make sure they take out their best imaginary depiction of a canvas or surface they are working on. Painting the Mona Lisa Lips took Da Vinci almost 12 years, so thatâs the kind of perfection in art for professions, although they enjoy their work and so do we as the viewers.
Types of Art Activities
As mentioned above, any kind of creative work that gives an adult or kids pleasure while making it, is known to be art which is indeed fun. There are some basic art activities which are meant for kids or adults. Letâs take a look at them:
Drawing Activity
There are so many forms of drawing, from using a charcoal and making sketches to using a pencil or colors for drawing. This is something kids enjoy as art work and love to draw their imagination out on a piece of paper too. Adults would love to draw sketches of people or places while some would have interest in making drawings of houses or fashion. Drawing ideas for kids or for adults can be a profession that is well known today.
Painting
This is a form of using color media in paint that gives color to a basic drawing or sketch. There are so many painting artists known for their classy work and have grown today as legends of art. From learning painting for beginners or painting for kids, this is one of the most known and loved art activities for all.
From using acrylic colors for kids or painting using oil paints, we have a basic guide to types of art paint colors to help you understand the mediums. Types of Painting Colors a Guide for Beginners.
Coloring Activity
Children find coloring very exciting, it is a form of art that children would love to give colors as per their own creative minds. Coloring for kids with crayons or pencil colors can be a great way to start up with art work. Find coloring drawings or coloring using paints in various ways, you will learn more about this in the article.
Abstract art
There is no specific definition for abstract art, it is any form of design thatâs created unintentionally but appears pleasing to the eye, it has no shape. It can be done as paintings, drawings or made with material things or even a structure. This is also a profession of many artists you love making abstract art. Murals can also be named abstract forms, when they are created out of no shape but are painted on the walls. Â
Tie Dye Art
This is a fun craft for adults and kids too. Making your own kind of dyed apparels or accessories is fun with tie dye effects. Children would love to make their own tie dye shirts or even tie and dye their bags, socks, hairband, apron and many more clothes. There are so many tie dye designs that can be made using techniques, See How to Tie Dye Clothing in Different Techniques.
Craft Work
Just like the tie dye art, there are so many fun activities that are a fun craft for adults or kids. From using strings, wood, pins, boards, papers etc, you can create wonderful artwork for your decor or home. Make Stocking flowers, or make Wall hanging art from paint and canvas. There are a ton of different art craft ways to get yourselves indulged in art with diy techniques.
Art & Crafts for Kids
After all the basics of types of art that you can do, here are some extras on art for kids to enjoy themselves and is easy art for them.
String painting for children
There are many painting ideas for kids to enjoy painting, and painting with strings is a fun way they can get started with using paints. Get some strings and cut them into longer pieces for them to be dipped in the color, later allow your children to apply them on paper and pull this apart slowly to make patterns, watercolor string painting is a great form of art for kids.
Marbling Paint Technique
Another easy way of painting for kids is marbling, easy by just adding paint in a tray with water and oil. The paint stays on top and you can get all different hues to create the amarbel effect. Then by placing a paper over, let it sit for a few seconds before you pick it up and the paint is transferred to your paper. Using two three colors to crate that mixed marble effect.
Paper Craft for Kids
There are so many different crafts for kids, but paper craft for kids is what any child would love to work on. Since children can find papers easily and paper scissors are safe to use to cut out and make craft. Paper weaving from two different color stripes, weave across with folds to make weave patterns. Paper mache is one paper art all kids love doing, from getting all messy to create shapes and articles from them is a favourite choice.
Art Project from Waste Material
This is another craft that kids can get creative by making their own articles from waste like cereal boxes craft. Use old boxes or wrappers of wafers and chocolates to create crafts like book holders, bangle holders, Make masks and halloween costumes and lots more. You can get all creative by making things from waste articles from your kitchen or even old pieces of cloth.
Color Resist Art
The art involves resistance like a tape, wax colors or glue, which can be used before coloring the paper. This creates reverse effect of colors and kids can enjoy doing with either of the resist material and different color mediums form paint, wax crayons, or even acrylics.
Finger Painting
As children, we all did this type of painting with our fingers. Easy and fun to use paint with fingers and thumbs to create artwork. Give them different hues and a concept to start with finger painting, also use pen or pencil to draw out contours or eyes and nose or details to add more fun to the art.
These were some easy kids craft ideas to work on, or as adults you can also love art and take this as hobbies. Being creative also keeps kids happier and gives children an extra boost to their growing brains.
Itâs a good idea to invest in some good art crafts for kids to keep them engaged into learning something. Buying sets and kits is recommended rather than buying supplies separately. Go for coloring books or paint by numbers for children. These also come in sets like Acrylic painting kits for kids, or buy tie dye kits for children.
Anything that includes diy and art will give children pleasure as they work on it. It also means that now you can keep and save some of your cereal boxes for your childrenâs craft activities.
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