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"Troy, what in William Finn's name-" Glenn began, storming into Troy's office.
"Who?"
"I'm this close to giving you Drano in a mug as a fake hangover cure."
"Can you, you know, talk in English at all?"
"No. Did you really tell him I wanted to see him in hopes of setting us up? I mean, really, Troy-"
"Is that Amos' jacket you're wearing?" Troy asks with a smug grin.
"Wha- No! I'm not wearing his jacket! You're wearing his jacket! Wait-"
"You have a date with him tomorrow, don't you?" Again, what the fuck Troy.
He nodded, his cheeks turning a crimson red.
"Slay."
Glenn regretted befriending Troy for the eighth time that day.
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After walking out of view from the bunks and almost falling face first into a bush, Glenn pulls back a large fern and walks a few steps into the woods. He could see Amos sitting on the ground, a dark blue blanket under him and backpack next to him. He was muttering to himself, seemingly irritated.
Glenn stepped forward and tapped Amos on the shoulder. The taller man harshly flinches and looks up.
" Oh! H- Hey, Glenn. " Amos' voice lightly cracked. Glenn didn't mind. He found it endearing.
"Hi, Amos." He sat on the other side of the blanket. Amos smirked and grabbed the backpack. Well, he kind of smirked, he looked nervous.
"Don't tell Troy, but I smuggled some ingredients out of the kitchen. I'm not great at cooking so I got Rebecca's help. turns out, she can't cook either. Thank Owen for actually doing magic in the kitchen."
Amos pulled out a couple of boxes of Tupperware.
"Pumpkin Sufganiot, Lekach, Apricot Hamantaschen, Rugelach and Shakshuka. My mama always used to make these bad boys around Hanukkah, Passover and after Yom Kippur."
Glenn smiled. "... Thank you. It must have taken forever to make all of this." He grabbed a Rugelach and started snacking on it.
"Honestly, me and Rebecca made Owen do most of it." Glenn snorts. "But yeah, it did." The two fell into a comfortable silence as Amos grabbed one of the small boxes of Shakshuka and a spoon. The soft breeze caused the eucalyptus leaves to dance in the wind. Distant chatter from the camp can be heard.
Glenn catches a leaf from falling onto the ground. He scoots towards Amos with a grand. Amos raises a skeptical eyebrow and lightly blushes. Glenn slightly bowed.
"Sir, would you make my night give me this dance, your highness?" Amos snickers.
"Oh, my night in shining armor, of course!"
Glenn stands up and gives his hand to Amos, helping him up. they walk away from the picnic and start doing some dance routine that could honestly be straight out of West Side Story.
They stopped for a moment. Glenn's dark brown eyes trained on Amos' nervous smile. Amos' blue eyes were trained on the forest floor. as it looked like it couldn't get more cliche, rain started sprinkling from the sky.
Fuck it, Amos thought. He picked Glenn up in his arms. Fuck cliches. He spun and kissed Glenn on the lips. Glenn melted into the kiss.
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hours passed, Amos and Glenn stayed under the same leaves and held the same hands. they went from crushing on each other to smashing on each other in the span of hours. well, no, not like that. because smash is a more intense term for crush. Wait, is that why smash means that? Huh. Glenn, just realized. He realized more than that , too. He realized he may have found that person he can lie in a rose field with. that person he will lace fingers and walk down the shore with on a warm sunny day. That person he will stay up late with and tell childhood stories to.
It felt like home.

Boom. Amos and Glenn are awakened by a flashlight in their eyes and Post Malone playing in their ear.
"What the fuck-" Amos asked, sitting up and rubbing the tiredness from his eyes.
"I honestly thought you guys would be fucking by now."
"Troy, shut the fuck up before I shove this Lekach so far up your ass it'll reach your ego, you-"
Glenn snickers.

Yeah, as home as camp will get. And kind of, it is.