WHAT DID YOUR CHARACTER BRING BACK TO CAMP WITH THEM:
Since it looks like someone is going crazy with stocking up, including getting a P.T. Barnum sized tent to keep it all in? Blaine decided to grab the things he needed to stock up on plus a few extras and try to keep his side of things somewhat light.
Toiletry stock up including: pomade (this version of Blaine doesn’t go nuts on the gel), shampoo and conditioner, shaving cream, soap, bug spray, sunscreen, deodorant, antibacterial gel, dry shampoo, some more towels, painkillers, stomach medicine, condoms and dryer sheets.
Healthy snacks. Nuts, some fresh berries but not too many, can opener, organic canned fruits, dry fruit. Deer and buffalo jerky. Some not-so-healthy snacks. Pretzels, some chocolate, stuff to make s’mores a few nights since it keeps well. MIO Energy for his water, tea, Starbucks instant coffee.
A couple of backup battery packs for his cellphone and laptop, extra regular batteries. Few extension cords for personal use that can run from one of the hookups to the tent.
Emergency candles cause they burn longer.
LED string lights for reasons.
Grabbed about four new pillows with cases.
Two extra packages of guitar strings and more guitar picks.
A few of his favorite books he forgot to bring. Loaded his music onto an old iPod as well so he could have his phone and it for backup.
More clothing. Pants, t-shirts, long sleeved shirts, a few heavier pajama bottoms for cooler nights. Grabbed a few more packages of new underwear.
Marine sealer that isn’t the cheap crap he’s been trying to fix this boat with.
WHAT DID YOUR CHARACTER DO WHEN THEY GOT BACK TO CIVILIZATION:
Being abducted by Sebastian, Blaine had a hell of a laugh at his expense watching him stock up like the zombie apocalypse was about to happen. Other than getting highly entertained? He and Sebastian had real coffee, food, and spent the rest of their day shopping with Blaine nodding and/or rolling his eyes at some of the suggestions while being impressed and thankful that Seb thought of some of the other things he wouldn’t have but they, definitely, are better off with.
WHAT’S BEEN THE BIGGEST ADJUSTMENT OF CAMP LIFE?
Not having the luxury of air conditioning, heat, and running water that didn’t take a miracle to get working. After the necessities were up and running, Blaine’s been doing relatively okay. He is enthusiastic to be there, to get this started and get deeply into the repairs. Getting to know other people he hasn’t met until now has been an added bonus. All in all? The Warbler is doing okay, though sometimes he has to wonder how deep of a pile of stuff they got themselves into. He’s surprisingly good at mechanics and has taken a liking to a boat he’s decided his side project because he wants to take it out on the water. Sam’s been roped into helping him fix it up.
HOW ARE THEY HOLDING UP?
Blaine’s holding up alright. Optimism in tact, he’s a little frustrated at Sebastian for ‘supervising’ the way he is. It’d be a lot easier to get some of the tasks done if he had Sebastian’s help because they work so well together. Having Sebastian here is, of course, something he wouldn’t change. He’d just appreciate more help than what he’s getting from him. Otherwise? He might not be the most rugged of types (most of his specialties are boating, mechanical, on the back of a horse and occasional ‘camping’ with his father and Cooper before Cooper moved out) but he’s getting along okay with the others and doing his best to enjoy himself.
ANY HOT GOSS?
Victor isn’t a Satanist and Sebastian really needs to stop picking on Kurt, please? Other than that? No real gossip yet.
Victor was not an interesting guy, contrary to Blaine Anderson’s thought process. Blaine was easily mislead and manipulated because as Sebastian had pointed out plenty of times, his heart was too big for his body, and he thought the best in people; whereas Sebastian assumed the worst. In some round about way they met in the middle and together, they did pretty good for themselves. Night and day, really. Sebastian hummed in response, raking over Blaine and doing his best to ignore the teasing look as his tongue played peek-a-boo with the all too Cheshire smile. “Didn’t think I needed to, plus wasn’t sure if he’d managed to squeeze in the ‘Biting The Heads Off Doves’ lesson yet.” Sebastian shrugged half heartedly, another jab this time aimed at the Ozzy Osbourn realness of 2018′s own goth. Everyone dressed and presented themselves as they did for attention, so if he didn’t want it, he shouldn’t have done it. It was no different than Hummel constantly looking like a Puerto-Rican Pride float, even if he’d traded in most of it for something a little more alone-in-the-woods appropriate. It’s why Sebastian always looked like a million bucks, so really, it wasn’t his fault Victor looked as he did, nor should he be held accountable for the self inflicted commentary.
Sebastian’s eyes flicked down to Blaine’s hand, but he made absolutely no move to mirror or comment on the action, which in itself wasn’t typical but he was in no rush to give in. Not when he’d been on ignore basically all night, which was basically super offensive, especially when he could see exactly where the other’s attention had been. The Warbler’s laughter was fuel to his fire, egging him on further, which he’d happily oblige. “Did you two set up a date for the his next Satanic ritual? We’ve only got a few more days till the full moon and I’m sure he wouldn’t want you to miss it for the world.” Seb paused as his brows pulled together in a sudden faux thought, “He does know you’re not a virgin though, right? Just in case he tries to tie you down and sacrifice you to his dark lord and savior, Satan.” In reality, Sebastian was just getting started, and could realistically go for hours before he started scraping the bottom of the barrel. Then again, with someone like Frankenstein? It might take days to run out of material, if not weeks.
Funny how they both seemed to always be on the same page. All Blaine got out clearly was ‘Victor’s a great guy’, and his own hand was unclasping from the back of his head, and curling around to cover Blaine’s mouth so the rest was just enough to understand if he were listening properly, but to most it would be nothing more than a mumble. “It’s not being mean, it’s being observant, Captain Oblivious.” A fatal flaw for Blaine Anderson, but he had Sebastian to see right through everything. “Bet he’s a total necrophiliac.” Sebastian managed out with a curve of legitimate disgust, because he was already wondering if the guy brought his laptop, and how hard it would be to prove his suspicions if so. Sebastian’s arm dropped down so it was resting against Blaine’s chest, fingers tapping a little ways above his belly button. “I can promise you, I won’t like he guy.” It’s not that he was being condescending, but there was a mass amount of judgement and the disgust from seconds ago only increased at the stupid attempt at wishful thinking. “You’ve got a really great ass.” Which was about all Blaine was going to get right now after the events of the evening and the innocent wishful thought which was more of a direct assault on Sebastian’s character. “But same, let’s be honest. Spend many more nights with him and he’ll have the Ouija board out, and next thing I’ll know, you’ll be trying to stab me in my sleep. Some initiation into Satanism or whatever the fuck he’s into.”
Sebastian certainly never lacked when it came to judgement. Funny how it was Kurt that took it too far, and had the same treatment turning back on him. Blaine’s hand covering his mouth. Typically he’d have no problem licking his palm, making it known how ineffective the little move was, but where his hand had been, and what he’d touched was too much to cover, even in his current state, so he rolled his eyes back into his head and tried to suppress the laugh that was building, threatening to derail the lazy grin. Mean Sebastian. Was this mean? He’d just gotten started and hadn’t even made it to the harsh reality of the situation at hand. Blaine was grinning, therefore he wasn’t too offended. The arm that had been resting on Blaine, bent at the elbow allowing his fingers to come up and tease through his curls which smelt alarmingly like campfire smoke, so much so that the typical Anderson tangle of his hair, shampoo, product, and cologne couldn’t be picked up on. “Mean Sebastian hasn’t even shown up yet, this is just impatient and indescribably put out Sebastian.” He mumbled against Blaine’s palm, eyes returning to the sky even if he had been enjoying the view.
Turned into nothing but a pile of silence by so many vivid images painted into his head by the overly imaginative insults that Sebastian rambled because it would be so over-the-top rude to laugh at almost all of them, Blaine simply curled his fingers against the corner of Sebastian’s mouth and let them rest there. A convenient place if you asked him. One flick of his fingers and he could cover those lips and cut off the next round that was destined to come regardless. If he cared to. Sebastian’s tirades may be one of the most eye roll worthy things about him. But, though Blaine would never admit even under threat of torture? Catch him in the right mood? And they could be pretty entertaining. Especially when Sebastian really got into them and his face did this thing.
Oh and except if they were about Kurt. Kurt had the exception to anything mean being said about him being automatically not funny. Explaining it wasn’t something Blaine could, or wanted, to try to explain his reasoning behind. There was just something about him that made Blaine want to keep him out of the line of fire. Similar pasts, he guessed. Different but peeled back and boiled down to the minimum? Too many bruised knees they were knocked down onto and too many times they had to force themselves to stand back up and keep going forward. Might be why Blaine’s fingertips traced along the bow of Sebastian’s bottom lip. To ward off any potential threats of continuing on that path. Poor Victor. Blaine would rather he be brought back up and drug through the mud one more time instead of Kurt. Horrible of a thought as it was.
Or maybe his fingers toying with the precise line where Sebastian’s lip swelled before dipping down just felt too good to stop and he was buzzed enough not to care who might see him indulging himself. Probably a mix of the two but who knew how even the blend was at this point? He scoffed and rolled his eyes, toes twitching against the soles of his shoes. “Victor is not going to sacrifice me in a ritual to possess me. That’s just crazy talk. Secondly, I’m pretty sure that most of the camp has figured out I’m not a virgin by now.” The insinuation about Sebastian’s and his antics was dripping heavily there. “Also? Victor isn’t a Satanist so he’s not going to be sacrificing anyone in any ritual. Let it go, Sebastian. There will be no demons possessing anyone because they were conjured up by someone who,” he dropped his voice to a whisper anyway, “might look the part.” Hopefully that went unheard?
A quick glance around, his hope was confirmed. The last thing he needed was secondhand embarrassment for making someone feel bad a few days into their stay. It’d make for a gross summer. More than the condition of the campground was bound to. “Don’t you think if that happened, it’d be by someone who doesn’t look anything like someone who would conjure demon? Like, say, that guy Ron. Or, who knows, me?” He smirked, let what he said hang in the air for a few seconds, and tilted his head against Sebastian’s shirt far enough that an upside down profile of the other caught his eye. “What are you so impatient and indescribably put out about, for? Should we..um?” Go? What he was implying went without being said and the meaning behind it was loud and clear, broadcasted in technicolor by the glint in Blaine’s eyes. He was enjoying himself too much. His chuckle came with a flash of teeth and the corners of his eyes pinched together. “I mean. I’d hate to make you move if you’d rather not.”
victor frankenstein had always liked to believe that he was not a man who shied away from hard work, but thiswas already testing his limits. mentally, he might be driven and stubborn, but physically, he was not exactly the peak of strength — looking around at the magnitude of the tasks they’d have to do in order to prepare this camp for next summer was already more than enough to exhaust him. this crumbling, derelict place was certainly a far cry from the idyllic wilderness retreat that victor had been picturing when he had signed up.
it was all the worse, too, that everyone here seemed to already have their close friendships made. victor was a solitary sort by nature, but even hewas not immune to the uncomfortable prickles of loneliness and a sense of exclusion. everyone here seemed to know everyone else, and whenever there was a free moment, they all seemed to gravitate into groups or pairs, which left victor standing awkwardly to the side with no idea of what to do or where to go.
it came as a massive relief, therefore, when blaine made his way over. victor did not quite smile, but there was, nevertheless, an obvious look of gratitude that shot across his face as the older boy stepped up to greet him. he couldn’t claim to know blaine particularly well, but at the very least, they had met a few times before, which was more than victor could say for the rest of the people here at the camp.
with a bit of a raised eyebrow, he eyed the cup in blaine’s hand. technically, he was under the drinking age in america, but he somehow doubted that this camp had many people in it who would snitch on underage drinking. “ … i’ll have one. if anyone asks, you didn’t know i’m nineteen, and i didn’t know the drinking age. ”
Not thinking anything of it, Blaine gestured for Victor to wait a second and stepped away to pour him a glass from the pitcher of liquor he’d chosen as his favorite among several. God knew he wasn’t going to tell him no for being nineteen? Blaine did his fair share of underage drinking in high school. Heck, even one round of it had him making out with a girl and questioning his sexuality for all of a couple weeks. Oh, memories! None of them were going anywhere and there was zero risk in anyone getting hurt by it. So why not?
Two Solo cups carried back, one in each hand (his tipped off a little as well..you know..to save a trip back) and Blaine stepped up beside Victor and took a set offering one glass over to him. “Hope you like it. There’s a few other ones over there if that’s not your thing. You’re more than welcome to help yourself, too. I don’t think anyone here cares. Who hasn’t already drank by twenty one, really? Probably no one in this bunch. And I doubt anyone’s going to notice anyway.” They were all wrapped up in their own conversations just like the two of them.
Blaine gave the groups a look. His gaze lingered by the fire before his attention turned back to Victor. “I take it you don’t know anyone here? Or was I intruding on some much needed alone time?” He hoped it wasn’t the latter. “I could introduce you to some more people if you want? Or you can deal with my company and I could do it tomorrow?” Getting to know Victor more wouldn’t hurt. He’d seen him here or there and Victor seemed interesting enough to get to know. Where would be another place more fitting than now?
Seeing as how they had to work together? It’d be a lot easier to do that if they weren’t strangers. Cause that would make a couple months pretty awkward, wouldn’t it?
“I think we might have to just cut our losses, Blaine,” admitted Sam, hand moving to place over his heart. He picked his water bottle up after and poured a little out on the beach. “It was a good boat, or at least it looked like a good one.” He was pretty sure there was no salvaging the ship, unless they put a whole lot of elbow grease and then some. “You don’t think we really gotta fix these up too with everything else?” Blond head tilting to the side, he pursed his lips as he looked it over.
“Maybe if we…” He trailed off with a shrug, not knowing how to finish. “Made a deal with Satan? Vic found a ouija board, but I refuse to be that dude in a horror movie so, we gotta find a better idea that won’t lead to us all being murdered.” Sam knelt down by the boat, hand running over the wood as he wondered how it got to be this bad. Was it just plain neglect or something else? “Maybe there’s something in the boathouse that could help?” He glanced over at it, lips pursed.
Blaine knew he was on the wrong end of the ‘We can save him!’ side of things in this one. But just like those medical dramas were there’s some guy refusing to give up until they dramatically pull him away from the body that is long since gone? He shoved his brows together in a grimace of determined defiance and stared down at the new bucket of sealer he opened like it had some magical cure inside that might fix the unfixable. “No. We don’t have to fix them up. I think they aren’t even concerned about these boats because people will probably bring their own. Or we can get new paddle boats. Whatever. That’s not the point. I was hoping we could save this one to use it. For us? Give people something else to do, you know?”
A blank stare greeted the pact with the devil idea. Where in the heck did Victor find a Ouija board? “You better not tell Sebastian that. He already thinks Victor is a Satanist that’s going to kill us all. If he knows he has one of those and is saying he found it? I’m not going to hear the end of why I need to stop talking to him before he ends up sacrificing me. Again.” There was the spirit! Blaine’s expression turned hopeful as he shot a pointed finger towards Sam, “Now that’s the spirit!” The extended digit popped back towards his palm so he could jut his thumb over his shoulder in the direction of the boathouse. “Let’s go check it out?”
Everyone was overly involved in conversations with each other by the time Blaine separated from the new group of people he was getting to know a little better and went looking for the next campfire to go introduce himself to. That’s when he caught sight of Victor approaching the get together and a pivot on a pair of navy blue boat shoes later? Blaine stepped up beside him with his drink in hand and a bright, welcoming smile. “Hey! I didn’t know you signed up for this. Glad you did though. By the looks of it? We’re going to need all the help we can get.” God, would they.
It was no secret that most of them were a little underprepared for what they discovered when they got here. The pictures they saw didn’t give out enough warning. Even if the budget was huge and that might’ve been a warning? With so many rich alumni backing them, it was easy to undershoot the massiveness of this all.
Blaine wasn’t any different. He signed up with a few hopes and dreams under his sleeves for what might come of this endeavor. The chance to perform at the show being the main draw. But, wow, this was a mess. Letting it get him down like some had? Even letting it show how overwhelmed he might’ve felt for the past couple of days wouldn’t do them any good. It might bring them down even worse to have another person join the ranks of ‘what the hell did we sign up for’. To prevent that cloud from getting darker, Blaine decided it’d be better to shelf his own concerns and focus on the bigger picture. Keeping everyone motivated to get through this, reassured and happy. That way? No towels would be thrown in and they could get this show on the road.
“Want something to drink? I suggest whatever they’re making in this,” he held up his plastic cup and wriggled it back and forth. “I think they’re Manhattans but it’s not the cheap stuff that’s going to give you a headache and make you regret life in the morning.” Tomorrow was their off day before they dug in. Still. He didn’t want to spend it hurting. “You want to give one a go?”
♫ Cedric had fucked off ages ago and due to literally nothing else to do, Sebastian remained on the blanket drinking, smoking, people watching and idly spacing out watching the stars. Truth be told, the weed was the only thing that had him set up on that level where this seemed manageable. In fact, he could even disconnect from the annoyance and disdain he’d felt at the complete shitshow for the past few days entirely. He still had no problem telling the nobodies that tried to be social (or mostly just trampled over his blanket, nearly stepping on him, and inevitably tripping on his legs) to fuck off. Most had dissolved into the night, went back to their cabins to drunkenly play Cards Against Humanity, sleep because they were single and sucked, or maybe go drown in the lake, he didn’t know. Nor did he really care because at some point, he’d gotten sucked into watching Blaine flit about and be social.For the past few hours.
Beyond fuck buddies, they were best friends, so why was it Good Charlotte managed to consume most of Blaine’s attention for the night, long after Cedric had left him? “Took you fucking long enough, you have fun over there with Marilyn Manson?” Sebastian questioned, eyes lazily finding Blaine as he plopped down beside him, though he made no effort to move save from tilting his head towards him ever so slightly. “It’s really biizarre seeing Sirius Black out of Azkaban, should let everyone know there’s a fucking psycho on the loose.” The mental monologue was slowly slipping out, but to be fair, he’d been by himself for a while now and though he was capable of finding other’s to entertain himself, the handful of people that registered on his radar were occupied or out of his radius, thus making them equally unaccessible and he wasn’t exactly excited to get to know the plethora of nerds that flitted about.
“I really hope he didn’t spend the night trying to get you to join his suicide pact. That’d be a waste.” Cause Frankenstein totally seemed like the type. If not for the causality and indifference in his tone, one
— Cedric Diggory, even
— might suggest he was jealous. Oh wait, maybe it was that that had sent him down the overgrown path in the recess of his mind that had him spending the last hour convincing himself more than anything else that it was all bullshit; people talking out their asses. A narrow minded view of society where everyone was obviously in love with either a) their best friend 2) whomever they fucked. With his reputation, they should have known better. Er, Cedric, that was.
“We all know Hummels far more suited for that.” If only they could be so lucky, Warbler practice would be a whole lot more enjoyable. Hell, he even sounded hopeful there.
Victor was an interesting guy. Regardless of how they couldn’t look any further apart from one another in appearance and their likes were about as scattered as a box of pick-up sticks dumped on the ground? Blaine enjoyed talking with him. Longer than he expected to, apparently. But the night was quiet and they were in the middle of nowhere. So what else did he have to do other than talk all night? Okay. There were a few other things he could be doing right now but that would probably come later when things were even more..quiet.
The drinks he had left him with a certain grin and bright twinkle in his eyes as he made his way from group to group, always circling back to his spot next to Victor to pour another for someone else (or himself). More often than not? His gaze would wander somewhere else, though. Towards the fire across the way. Where Sebastian and Cedric were lounging in the middle of some conversation that had both of them looking like two cats that should have a yellow feather or two hanging out of the side of their grins. What were they talking about? Cedic met his gaze once and that made him feel two things. Number One? Intrigue. Number Two? Why that face? Puzzled, he let it slide for the rest of the night keeping it stored for later questioning.
As the numbers dwindled down, Blaine bid his goodnight to Victor and flounced down to sit next to Sebastian giving his stoned best friend a quizzical crinkle of his eyebrows shoved together and a smile that was all teeth and tongue that pressed between his lips before they sealed together and he pouted through the initial drag of Victor with a slow up and down nod of his head. That was expected. Deserved even. Aw. Sebastian wanted his company earlier? “You could have motioned me over here, you know? I would have joined you in a heartbeat.” His hand came to rest on Sebastian’s upper thigh using it to steady his slightly tilted consciousness. Also to deliver a comforting squeeze. That, too.
His nose wrinkled first in his attempt not to laugh because Sebastian was being incredibly rude. Bringing up Sirius Black like that though? What book/fanfiction nerd wouldn’t find that amusing? Okay. That was a terrible thing to do. Blaine palmed the last of his laughter and looked down, thought about it for a second, and after that? “Oh, don’t be mean and stop being so ridiculous. Victor’s a great guy. If you’d give him a chance and not judge him from style alone? You might like the guy. Or not. Who knows with you? Sometimes I wonder why you tolerate me so much.” Sebastian’s chest made a good pillow for the back of his head so he could stretch his legs out and look up at what was capturing Sebastian’s eye.
Only to reach back and cover Sebastian’s mouth with his hand the second he brought up Kurt in that situation. “Ooooh kay then. Time for nice Sebastian now.” The edge of his thumb tapped against Sebastian’s bottom lip. “Because mean Sebastian needs a Time Out for that one.” No, he was not grinning. Nope.
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