Unsinkable Part 4

They were back in Kurt's stateroom, semi-dressed and cuddling as both of them calmed down from their exploration of each other's body.

Their breaths were in tune with one another, warming each other's faces as their arms were wrapped around another. Blaine leaned in close to Kurt, nuzzling his nose. "You are truly amazing Kurt. I have never met anyone quite like you."

Kurt didn't respond to that, instead he felt something gripping his stomach, gripping his being, something that just made everything about this feel wrong. Closing his eyes Kurt let out a held breath. Why did society condemn these feelings he felt for Blaine? Why does he need to hide these desires for fear of being hurt? Why must people condemn love like this?

"Kurt?" Blaine's voice interrupted Kurt's dark thoughts. "What's wrong?"

Opening his glasz eyes, Kurt met Blaine's. "Just thinking, wondering." Blaine began to fondly rub the pad of his thumb against the small blush that came across Kurt's cheek. Kurt then moved his head off of Blaine's shoulder, moving his arm to support himself as he stared down at Blaine. "I hate this feeling that anyone at any moment can come in and see us and tattle and we'll get in trouble one way or another. I hate that we have to hide and I can't tell anyone about this, about us. I hate that so many others out there can be together, can be seen in public with one another and yet we can't be like that. And these feelings…" Kurt shook his head, trying to come to terms with those feelings, what those feelings of heat, excitement, love, devotion, care and passion were telling him to do. "But these feelings I have, right now with you, I want to live them. I never want them to leave me, leave my body, leave my mind ever." His closed eyes now opened meeting and holding Blaine's. Kurt drew near to Blaine, lips hovering, ghosting, just above Blaine's. "I just want you, and your touch, and your breath… I don't want you to ever leave me."

Blaine leaned up, brushing their lips together before pressing his warm, strong lips against Kurt's. "And I don't want to leave you either, Kurt."

The soft, chaste, loving, kisses quickly morphed into passionate, feverish hot ones. Blaine's hand tracing Kurt's torso as Kurt's own traveled down to the other male's thigh.

Then there was a loud knocking sound. "Kurt! Can I come in?" It was Burt. Both men let out a soft cuss as they suddenly sprung apart, looking for some of the clothing they had disregarded earlier.

"Just a moment, Dad!" Kurt turned to Blaine, gesturing for him to hide in the large closet, the singer did so and Kurt quickly threw on a robe over his clothes, hiding the messy and disoriented clothing.

"You can come in now." Kurt had to mentally calm himself down, making sure his movements were slow, so as it didn't seem like Burt had actually interrupted something.

"Kurt you do realize how beautiful it is outside, right?"  Yes, he had noticed, but he couldn't be with Blaine out in the open air, and he wanted to be with Blaine.

"Yeah, I just… I just didn't feel like going outside. I mean the landscape doesn't change Dad. It will always look the same until we draw closer to America." His father, a man just a little bit above prime now with a bald head and kind laughing eyes, gave a smile and took a spot on the foot of Kurt's bed.

"Aye, true. But the fresh air will probably be good for you anyways." Kurt didn't respond to that, his father was probably right about that. "In either case, that's not why I've been trying to locate you." Kurt looked up from the notebook he had been drawing in, the image only in the beginning of formation. Just a body laying horizontal for the most part. "I received a telegram from the Constances', just a couple of minutes ago. They will be meeting us on the peer once we dock in New York." Kurt nodded his head, somber.

"Kurt," Burt's voice was sad and troubled. "I know you don't want to marry her, but keep an open mind, maybe you might be able to love her. Not right now, but maybe in a few years you might." Kurt nodded his head, he probably could love her, love her as a person, but not anything more than friend. He desired the hot, strong touches of a man much more than the soft, silkiness of a woman. "Kurt." The young man looked up, meeting his father's eyes. "I love you, I'm not trying to be a mean, unloving person, but I think this family will honestly be good for you. You are the world to me Kurt, never forget that."

"I know." Kurt agreed, closing the notebook and setting it aside. "I know Dad. I just…" Don't want to marry her, Kurt thought but said out loud instead. "I was hoping to find someone, fall in love and then get married. Not the opposite." Father and son gave each other weak smiles at that. Kurt looked away from his father a bit, to the closet still containing Blaine, quiet and out of sight. "I guess you can say that I just want a romance"

From outside the dinner whistle blew. Burt looked outside for a bit before focusing back in on his son. "Time for dinner. Should I wait for you?"

"Oh, no!" Kurt quickly cut in. He really did not want to get changed and dressed with his father in the room, plus Blaine. "I'll meet you down there in a couple of minutes."

Burt nodded his head and opened the door to leave, following the other many people heading towards the dining area when Burt turned back, "I heard from one of the porters that he saw you hanging around with another male your age or so."

Crap. Kurt thought, someone had seen them. "Just a friend I made on the ship, Dad. Nothing to worry about."

Burt shrugged. "Okay. Just wanting to make sure you were okay."

"I'm fine Dad." Kurt gave his father a wide, happy smile.

"Good." His father gave his own small smile back. "It's nice to see you smiling again, Kurt." And with that Burt left his son's room, closing the door behind him shut. The young man leaned back, relieved that the danger of Blaine being found out was gone. Now, the closet door opened slightly, the other man's curly brown hair poking out from behind the closet's door.

"I can come out now, right?" There was a teasing, well-meaning smile on the man's face at that. Kurt nodded his head, a finger ever so elegantly curving, gesturing for Blaine to come near, his new friend came near, a happy smirk on his face as he perched himself on either side of Kurt, hands trapping the taller and broader male under him onto the bed. "Good."

Kurt didn't respond to the statement as Blaine placed his lips on top of Kurt's, a soft, languid kiss. Warmth spread through Kurt's body and the feeling of heat, of excitement, of passion, and something enticingly sweeter filled him, making his toes curl and nose scrunch. No… he was never going to feel this feeling around Mary.

"Can you skip dinner?" Blaine mumbled into Kurt's mouth. "Do you think you're father would mind too much if you had dinner… say oh down in third class with me?" An easy, calming smile stayed on his face as he pulled away a bit. Kurt's eyes slowly opened, meeting warm, amber eyes that were laughing, ready for excitement. Burt probably would be a bit bothered to not see his son at dinner, especially after hearing Kurt saying he would be there, but at this precise minute, the young male hardly cared. He was ready for a change of scenery.

The topics that frequented the dinning table were all the same and hardly changed from the day before. Kurt wanted, needed, something different, wanted to see what life was like on the other side. So he went with Blaine, following him all the way down to the dinning room in the third class section. But as they made their way down, Blaine pulled Kurt a bit away, away from the stairs leading down towards the bottom of the ship.

"Come on I want to show you something," Blaine whispered into Kurt's ear. His hot breath warming Kurt's skin and causing Goosebumps to appear up and down his arm, Kurt hardly complained, letting the other male take his wrist as Blaine lead him to the bow of the ship.

"Blaine where are you taking me?" The air was cold and sharp against Kurt's skin, it was refreshing, it was alive. The feeling of the cold air whipping through Kurt's hair, blowing it into his face at certain times and then watching Blaine, watching Blaine's own curls dance, jump and leap in the wind... The sun was starting to set, dinner would have surely started by now, everyone would be in the dining rooms, no one would notice the two young men about.

"To the most amazing place on this boat." With a chuckle Blaine took him to the very front of the boat, where the two railings on either side that surrounded the ship, merged back together into a V shape, splitting the wind and water apart, helping the ship go faster. "Come on, climb up on the railings a bit."

"Blaine!" Kurt shook his head, eyes casting nervously around. "Won't someone see us?"

"Everyone's inside for dinner, Kurt. Besides, it's not like we're doing anything wrong. Now come here and trust me." Did Kurt trust Blaine? Trust him well enough to know that Blaine wasn't going to throw him over board or if he was to lose balance, would catch him? Yes, yes Kurt did trust him and with that sure thought he stepped on to one of the bars on either side of the V, Blaine's hand resting on the small of Kurt's back for support.

Slowly, Kurt stepped up to the second level and felt Blaine behind him, lightly holding on to his hips, head perched on Kurt's shoulders as Blaine followed right behind him.

"Now hold out your arms," Blaine whispered into Kurt's ear. The wind was frightfully cold and sharp. It came past Kurt so strong that he was sure that if he was to let go, he was sure to fall, but Blaine had said to trust him, and Kurt did. Slowly he let go of the bars and moved his arms out so they were perfectly straight, Blaine now holding on tightly to Kurt's hips.

Kurt felt his heart breathing so fast, he was sure it was going to explode right out of his chest. He marveled at the contradiction of feelings; the feeling of the rushing cold wind against his body and the dizzying, warm permeable feeling of Blaine's touch slowly seeping through his skin and through his body, warming him to the very core. It was exhilarating. Letting out a shuddering breath, a magical laugh also escaped from his lips.

"Oh My God," Kurt gently breathed out, the smile that stunned his cheeks was now starting to hurt but whether that was from the wind or the smile itself, he wasn't quite sure of. All that he knew was that he never wanted to forget this feeling, ever. "This is incredible, Blaine!"

"I know." The voice warmed Kurt's ear, moving straight to his core and joining in the touch there. "Sometimes the world's most amazing feelings come from when you take a slight risk and just let go." Yes. Yes Kurt could believe that. "Come on," Blaine whispered as he let his own hands travel up Kurt's torso, across his arms to his hands before pulling them back in, back to hover right over Kurt's chest. "The fun is not over yet." And with that Blaine slowly started to pull away, gently helping Kurt down from his own exhilarating spot. Kurt didn't want to leave, didn't want to leave that spot that made him feel like he was flying, untouchable, and yet, was so close, so intimate, with Blaine. Kurt was never going to forget it.

They left the perch, but Blaine, mischievous smile still intact, brought Kurt down below the decks towards where the third-class passengers were. A few decks down, Kurt could hear the laughing and playing of music. A happy jig like music, that made one's feet want to take flight. "Is that where we're going?" Kurt asked, curiously.

Blaine could only smile as he nodded his head and opened the door, the music got louder and Kurt was greeted with the sight of a large gathering of people all crowded around together, many on the dance floor, dancing away to the beat as they spun in and out and even many more by the bar and by the tables, drinking, playing games and all together making merry. "Come," Blaine whispered in Kurt's ear. "Let me show you how fun life can truly be if you let it." And with that Kurt was spun onto the dance floor, the two of them laughing as they danced together. They weren't nearly as intimate as the other couples on the dance floor, not nearly as close as Kurt wished they could be, but they were close enough. Close enough that their hands would occasionally touch and their feet would brush as they danced around each other. Kurt had never felt so alive before as he did then, dancing along with all the other third-class passengers.

Hours later, and a few drinks too, the "dinner" came to an end. "Come on Blaine." Kurt whispered into Blaine's ear, his mind was a little fuzzy from the alcohol. He had been wanting to ask, wanting to do this for a while now. Why not take a chance? "Stay with me tonight… I… I…"

"You what Kurt?" They were alone, in a private corridor together, Blaine was close, close enough that as he breathed those words, Kurt could feel the breath on his skin, could feel the flow across his cheeks, reaching and curling next to his ear, resting there for a moments time before the words actually registered in his mind.

"I… I want you to stay with me tonight… I… I want to draw you, if you'll let me."

Blaine smiled, that same mischievous, happy, but all together loving look entering his eyes as he stared at Kurt. "I would be happy to."

Kurt shook his head, yes that was what he wanted, but… "Blaine I want to see you. I want to draw you…" God, why couldn't he say it, why couldn't he say just a small little word? Simple, because if he drew it, if someone found it, there would be trouble to pay if someone realized it was of Blaine and even more astounding, that Kurt had been the one to draw it. But he wanted too, wanted to have something to remember by, something that would always remind him of here, of now, of this moment where everything was just as it was supposed to be. "I want to draw you nude," Kurt finally breathed out, he looked away, heat rising to his cheeks in embarrassment as he added softly. "If you'd let me."

Blaine didn't say anything right away and Kurt wasn't sure what was more freighting, the sheer fact that Kurt had said what he had desired or that Blaine hadn't said anything.

Kurt felt a pair of hands cup his face, bringing it to face Blaine's as their lips met in another heated, loving kiss. "Yes," Blaine whispered right before their lips had touched. "Yes, you may."



Back in Kurt's private stateroom, Blaine was back to his normal reclining position on the couch, except this time, nothing was hiding. His clothes had been set aside and Kurt had taken up his pencil, drawing the man in front of him in careful, precise strokes. He had never had this chance before. Never had been given the opportunity to actually sketch the male physique other than his own body.

Blaine was well proportioned in the torso, a slight splattering of hair on his chest that followed, moving down his chest towards his stomach and then further down.

Kurt gently brushed a lock of hair back from his face, this was purely professional, no matter what his lower body parts were telling him to do.

Blaine's curls had been the hardest to draw, Kurt having trouble catching the bouncy looseness of the hairs while trying to keep them defined and proportioned to everything else.

Kurt though thought he did an excellent job on the legs, Blaine's calves were well developed and his thighs were defined and muscular. Blaine Anderson was a handsome man.

After what felt like hours Kurt was done and he passed the drawing to Blaine for the other's approval. Blaine looked at it, stunned before looking back up at Kurt, a tear was starting to appear in those decadent, warm amber eyes. "This… This is the nicest… The most beautiful… Thank you."

Kurt felt a blush come to his cheeks at the praise. "It was nothing."

"And so humble too," Blaine gave a light chuckle, before moving towards Kurt and placing an open-mouthed kiss on his lips. "It truly is stunning."

"Well the subject is quite beautiful in of itself." That made Blaine blush and Kurt gleam with pride and fondness even though his breath was racing from the kiss.

"Thank you."

"Your welcome." Their lips met again and the drawing was put off to the side, Blaine instead straddling Kurt's lap as they continued to kiss and hold each other. Holding each other so tightly and then it was starting to get hot, the touches were becoming hotter and Kurt himself was starting to feel ridiculous in the amount of clothing he was wearing, slowly, but surely, Kurt's own clothes started to join the pile building on the floor.

Blaine was there cupping his face, sucking on his lips and on his tongue, waves of adrenaline rushed through Kurt's body. His nerves were on end when Blaine, with just the trail of a finger, traveled downward on his spine. Kurt was lost to the feeling.



Close to two hours later, Kurt and Blaine laid on Kurt's bed, together, utterly spent, but happy and content. Blaine's hand was wrapped around Kurt's torso, rubbing lazy circles into Kurt's own pale, but soft skin. Kurt's head rested on Blaine's shoulders, he was now feeling a bit sore, never having been touched like that, but he hardly cared right now. Now the only thing that mattered was that Blaine was here with him, right now, he can worry about the consequences later but for right now, right now, he was too relaxed, too calm, and honestly very sweaty to really do anything about it.

"We should probably take a shower." Kurt said causing Blaine to chuckle, Kurt's head move up and down as the laugh rolled through him.

"Probably," Blaine considered before nuzzling Kurt's face and placing a sweet kiss on his lips. Kurt let out a low moan as he felt Blaine's lips start to suck on his lower one.

It was there then gone, but the strength of it was all too real to be denied by anyone. Kurt and Blaine separated, eyes nervous as they looked around the cabin.

"Think it was an earthquake?" Blaine muttered.

Kurt shook his head, "On the ocean? We wouldn't be able to feel it." But then both turned silent as they looked out one of the few windows in the room. It was an iceberg. They looked back to each other as they both realized what had just happened, they had been hit.

"Maybe it's just a scratch?" Blaine offered, trying to squelch the fear that slowly was starting to build between them.

"I doubt a scratch would make that big of a hit against the hull." They met each other's eyes and quickly left the bed. They were outside of the stateroom within minutes.

It was late, unbelievably late at night, midnight, most people who had been asleep were now waking up due to the sudden hit the Titanic took.

As he and Blaine rushed through the decks, they passed by the ship designer, captain and a couple of engineers, all were talking in hushed and worried tones as they moved down the stairs to the engine room. The two young men caught a bit from their conversation.

"… bigger than expected…"

"Filling up too fast…"

"… start evacuations…"

"… have two hours…" And with that the older men were gone.

There was a tough silence for many minutes as the two young men digested this info. Kurt was the first one to break the silence between them, his voice soft. "We should probably get to the lifeboats." Blaine shook his head.

"Not all of us are going to make it." Kurt looked at Blaine, confused. Why couldn't they?

"What makes you say such a horrible thing?"

Blaine looked down for a moment before coming up and meeting Kurt's eyes, sadden and disheartened. "There are only a handful of lifeboats, probably enough for a quarter of the occupants on this ship. I'm not going to make it. Especially when they'll be ordering the people in, first class will have priority going to the women, children and the older folk, and then second class- women and children and then finally third class. I won't be able to get on. You might, you're first class, but I won't." There was a small sense of resolution and acceptance behind Blaine's eyes. Kurt was floored, how could he be so cynical about this?

"Maybe they have more hidden somewhere that we just can't see?" Kurt offered, trying anything. This was never the plan he had for dying; he was supposed to live to an old and relatively content life. The plan was never to be so exhilarated, to feel so free and alive, and then to have it all taken from him, right out of his grasp. There was still so much out there that Kurt wanted to do wanted to participate in, but he had wanted Blaine to be around too. To cheer in the joy together, to cry together during the rough parts, but to always be there, near him. In sickness and in health.

Blaine looked at him, steady eyed, the answer was written plainly, there were no extras, and if there were, they would not be enough. "Get to the boat, Kurt." Blaine gently nudged him. "Find your father and get out of this sinking ship. Save yourself."

"But what about you," Kurt asked. Why were his eyes burning? There was so much tumbling within him, he wanted to yell, to scream, to hit something, throw something else, to kiss and hold Blaine, telling him not to lose hope because they were both going to get out of this alive. They had too.

"I told you Kurt." There was a crack in his voice and Blaine's eyes held a delicate, bright sheen to them. "I can't survive. This is my end."

"Blaine stop being such a stick in the mud about this!"

"Well sorry for being a realist, Kurt." There was the crack again. Kurt felt his own throat start to close up, on him. "Live a life, please." Blaine begged. "Go to wherever the wind takes you, don't let yourself be caged up in a pretty place to stay where you have no freedom. Live and see the world. Experience and let loose, don't stay confined. Please don't." And with that, Blaine placed a light kiss on Kurt's cheek before disappearing, moving away from the first-class passenger.

From overhead the announcement was made for everyone to go towards the passenger boats in a calm and orderly manner.

The overheard conversation came back to Kurt. Two hours.

Kurt had barely been alive for twenty-three years and all of that was going to be wiped away in the two hours. He could feel the people pass by him, all racing to leave the sinking boat and yet, all Kurt could do, was watch where Blaine had disappeared to. Kurt felt incredibly sick now; there was a sharp feeling of being punched in his gut, and the way his stomach turned.

Two hours.

Two hours to live if he stayed on the boat. Two hours left to breathe, breathe in this panicked air, two hours left to remember and rejoice.

Blaine. Blaine had showed him so much in just a day or so. Taught him there was so much more to life than was originally open to him. Blaine had taught him the feeling of being touched, taught him to look around, trust and too see the world under a different view, dancing, the flying feeling at the bow of the ship. Kurt never would have guessed these things were even possible without Blaine.

Blaine.

And with that in his mind Kurt made his decision.