As you probably gathered from the description, this is set in a world where there have been so little of them, that predictions of the world ending are actually taken seriously.
Enjoy!
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At first he hadn't believed it. The weather man on TV could barely predict the weather. How then could someone predict that the world was actually going to end? It honestly made no logical sense that just because some calendar – that was written ages ago – ended on a particular day, that that meant that the world too was going to end. It was ridiculous and he didn't believe a word of it.
Everyone else seemed too, though. And the closer it got to that dreaded day, the more those people started to rub off on him and the more he started to believe it himself. Which seriously freaked him out.
He was so young. And as much as there were times throughout his youth where he wanted nothing more than for the world to swallow him up, right now, at the age of nineteen, he realised there was nothing he wanted more than to stay on this earth and to actually live.
Rachel had flown back to Ohio to be with her dads; wanting to spent their last days together. And he totally understood that. He too probably would have done the same, had he not been so adamantly disbelieving in the beginning. He was stubborn, always had been. And even though the fear was eating its way through him, inside out, he was still too stubborn to admit that he was just as frightened as everybody else.
But now he kind of wished that he had stepped off of his high horse for once in his life. Because with only a little more than twenty-four hours before the earth was supposed to blow them all to bits, he wished he was curled up in his dads arms, rather than sitting alone atop the Empire State Building.
"What are you doing here?" a voice out of nowhere startled him so much that he actually let out a small squeak.
"Way to scare a guy!" Kurt gasped, pressing his hand to his chest, feeling his heart beat erratically beneath his fingertips. "And I'm just admiring the view."
The boy cocked an eyebrow then. "Really? At three am? You're admiring the view from the top of the Empire State Building at three in the morning?"
"Uh yeah..." Kurt said, realised how odd that must seem. But then he thought... "Hey, wait! What are you doing here?"
"To be entirely honest, I actually have no idea. I mean, everyone else is either huddled up at home with their family or out drinking themselves under the table. My brother lives in LA and my parents, Ohio. And I don't really drink, so yeah." He gave Kurt a shy smile, sitting down cross-legged next to him.
"I've never been up here before. That's why I'm here. They say it's one of those things you have to do before you die and seeing as, well you know, I thought now was as good a time as any." Kurt shrugged, feeling kind of stupid spilling his guts to a total stranger.
"Does it live up to the hype?"
"I guess? I don't know, nowadays everything seems so much more than it is."
"Yeah, I know what you mean."
They sat there in silence for who knows how long. He really didn't care; although, when he thought about it, he probably should.
"We should go do something!" the boy piped up.
"Um, like what?" Kurt questioned.
"I dunno. Something crazy. Something you've never done before. Something you've always wanted to do."
He shouldn't want to say yes. He's known this guy for all of about ten minutes; he could be a total crazy guy or a murderer or something equally as bad. But the smile he was giving him was so real and so genuine that Kurt could do nothing but trust him wholeheartedly. This time tomorrow you'll be dead... you've got nothing to lose, Kurt thinks as he nods his okay and takes the hand the boy is holding out to him.
"What are we going to do?" Kurt laughs as they run out onto the street.
"Let's just drive somewhere. See where we end up. I have a car at my apartment; it's only a couple of blocks away," he says excitedly.
"Okay, let's do it!" Kurt exhales, barely able to finish his sentence before the boy pulls him closer and kisses him eagerly but quickly, pulling away just as fast as he leant in.
Kurt intertwines his fingers with the boy's as they are walking and, surprisingly, he doesn't feel the need to pull away. It's nice. It's nice to have someone here, someone to hold his hand. It makes him feel lighter; like the world isn't actually going to end.
"Oh my god, I totally just realised that I didn't introduce myself! My name's Blaine," he – Blaine – says, stopped in the middle of the deserted road.
"It's lovely to meet you, Blaine. My name's Kurt."
"The pleasure is all mine," Blaine smirked, grabbing onto Kurt's hand again and tugging him along behind him.
The drive is nice. Other than driving up to New York when he first moved there, Kurt had never been on a road trip; and even that probably couldn't be considered one either. Blaine has an oldish car and they put the top down so they can feel the wind in their hair, even though it's the middle of the night and the breeze is kind of freezing.
They pull over at some roadside twenty-four hour diner at about 5:30 am and each order a crappy coffee to cancel out the fact that they've both been awake for nearly a day now. They stay there for long enough that they're both starving so they order breakfast as well.
They're quiet for a while but then they start to talk. They talk about anything and everything that comes to mind. About school and family and work and friends and just life in general. They stop, however, when they come to the topic of ambitions.
"It hurts," Blaine says. "I dunno about you, but I feel kind of ripped off about this whole thing. I mean, I've literally spent my entire life with this mindset that everything I did was just a small step in achieving a greater future; with school and then college. But for what? To have every possibility of a future snatched away from me when I was so so close?"
"No, I totally get it," Kurt spoke sadly.
"Okay, this conversation is getting far too depressing. Time to get back on the road," Blaine said, pulling out his wallet and leaving the money on the table.
They end up at a cinema about five miles down the road. Surprisingly there are actually movies playing. They'd both assumed that because it was a) eight in the morning and b) the end of the world, that the cinema would be closed. But no, apparently not.
They buy tickets for an action movie Blaine had been wanting to see but thought he'd never get the chance to. Kurt wasn't too keen on it, but agreed for Blaine's sake.
"Hey, did you wanna hop?" Blaine leaned up and whispered in his ear about half way through the film. At some point throughout the movie they'd lifted the armrest and Blaine had moved over to lean against Kurt's shoulder.
"Did I want to what?" Kurt asked, also whispering even though there was no one else in the cinema.
"Movie hop. You know, leave this movie and sneak into another. I'm pretty sure there was a rom-com playing now as well."
"Isn't that illegal?"
"Who cares!" Blaine said, at a normal volume that time, quickly grasping Kurt's hand as they snuck out of cinema four and into cinema five across the hall.
Turns out cinema five was playing a kid's film, and there were actually other people watching it; well, three. The pair barely lasted fifteen minutes before the movie became unbearable and they relocated to cinema seven. This was the rom-com Blaine was talking about, although it was already pretty close to the end.
Kurt was laughing at something Blaine had just said as they walked out of that cinema, the ending just as cliched and corny as would be expected, when a voice behind them yelled, "Hey! You two didn't buy tickets to that movie!"
"Shit! Run." Kurt laughed, taking off towards the exit with Blaine close on his trail.
Kurt kept running until he reached a small alleyway, where he stopped to catch his breath; from both the running and the laughing. It was only a moment later that Blaine appeared from around the corner, his smile wide and bright enough that is felt like a blow right in Kurt's chest.
"Phew, that was close!" Blaine panted, hands on hips, before Kurt approached him. Bringing his hands up to fist in his shirt, Kurt's glance flickered between Blaine's eyes and his lips for a moment before leaning down and kissing him just like Blaine had done earlier that morning. Except this time, neither pulled away. Blaine's arms snaked around him and pulled him closer while Kurt moved them with small steps until Blaine was leaning against the cold brick wall.
"My god, this is ridiculous," Blaine spoke softly but happily. "I've known you for all of about eight hours."
"If it's so ridiculous then why does it feel so right?"
"I don't know..."
They make their way back to the car and drive for hours, only stopping to pick up something for lunch from a street vendor. Kurt had never really been a fan of long drives. He'd always complained as a kid when they had to go somewhere that would take more than an hour to get to. But with Blaine, he didn't feel that. He would have been perfectly happy to just drive and drive and drive. Eventually though, they stopped to stretch their legs, beginning to get cramps after sitting there for so long. They'd made it to the coast and spent the afternoon on a quiet part of the beach.
Kurt didn't like the beach, he never really had. Blaine, however, was a huge fan.
"Come on, you're not even going to swim?" Blaine asked, giving Kurt his best impression of puppy-eyes.
"I don't have anything to swim in!" Kurt argued.
Blaine wouldn't accept that though; running up to Kurt, wrapping his arms around his legs and throwing him over his shoulder.
"Blaine!" Kurt squealed and Blaine carried him towards the water. "No, no. Blaine, stop!"
The next moment Kurt was in the water, fully clothed, Blaine standing next to him clutching him stomach as he laughed. He wasn't laughing for long though as Kurt grabbed his arms and pulled him down into the water as well.
"Okay, I guess I deserved that," Blaine resigned, raising his hands in defeat.
"Yeah, you really did!" Kurt said, He tried to sound angry but he just couldn't, not with the way Blaine was crawling towards him in the shallow water, leaning over him as he kissed him. In that moment, Kurt completely forgot that he was laying fully clothed in the ocean. Everything around him was just Blaine.
When the sun began to go down and the water turned cold, they moved out of the water, choosing to lay down on the sand instead. They stayed there until the sun had set and Kurt began to shiver. "There's a motel a little further down the road. I dunno about you, but I'm starving."
They barely made it to the elevator without touching each other, Blaine pressing Kurt up against the wall as soon as the doors dinged shut. Kurt giggled as Blaine struggled to get the key in the door, the pair stumbling to the bed in a tangle of damp clothes and cold limbs. It was another hour before they actually ordered food; choosing a Chinese takeaway place next door, and discarding the rubbish on the floor when they were so full that they couldn't eat another bite.
"What do you think people are doing right now? What crazy things do you think people are crossing off their bucket lists while they still have the chance?" Kurt asked from where his head was resting against Blaine's stomach, the pair naked but for a single sheet. When he didn't receive a reply Kurt continued... "I feel like a lot of people are sky diving, or bungee jumping. You hear a lot of people talk about wanting to do that. Or getting tattoos. Lots of people would be getting tattoos... I kind of wish I'd gotten one."
"What would you have gotten?" Blaine piped in.
"Who knows," Kurt sighed, tilting his head back to smile at Blaine. "Probably something to do with my mum. I dunno. I always thought about it, for if I ever had the guts to actually do it, but I could never decide on something that would be so permanent. What if I changed my mind a couple of weeks later? Oh well, bad luck, you're stuck with it now!"
"If I was going to get a tattoo right now, do you want to know what it would be?" Blaine asked, a slight mist in his eyes.
"Of course..."
"I'd get something to remind me of you. Corny, I know," Blaine laughed quietly, a light blush on his cheeks.
The next thing he knew, Kurt was off the bed, scrambling through their bags which had been discarded on the floor. He obviously found what he was looking for, because a minute later he was crawling back onto the bed; straddling Blaine's waist, holding his weight up with his elbows. He brought a permanent marker into Blaine's vision then, uncapping it with his teeth and writing something on Blaine's chest, right above his heart. He recapped the marker a few moments later and threw it back onto the floor, leaning down to pepper light kisses across where he'd just been writing.
When Blaine looked down at his chest, he saw that Kurt had drawn the letter 'K' with a small love heart next to it.
"Thank you," he whispered.
Kurt just smiled in reply, but then his eyes lit up as he began to talk again. "Oh, I'll tell you what else a heap of people are probably doing – getting hitched!"
Blaine did not laugh as Kurt had expected him to. Instead, Kurt noticed a single tear roll down his cheek. "I would marry you. Right now. I honestly would."
"Oh, honey," Kurt replied, but his throat caught on his words at the end as his eyes turned watery.
"Life is so fucking unfair!" Blaine sobbed, allowing Kurt to roll them over so they were laying down facing each other. "It's fucking shit. I'd never kissed a boy before today, you know. Never had a boyfriend, never even been on a date. And then I stumbled across you and I just... when it came out about all of this I was never really scared of dying. I guess I kind of thought if we're gonna die, we're gonna die. I was totally resigned to that, but then I meet you and you're amazing and sweet and perfect and it feels like I'm being stabbed in the heart to imagine a future with you that I know we'll never have. How is it fair that we only get a day together when other people got to have decades? I'm not even kidding when I say I'd marry you, I would in an instant..."
Blaine was full out crying now as Kurt wrapped his arms around him more tightly and pulled Blaine's head to his chest.
"Life's never fair," Kurt whispered soothingly in his ear, unsuccessfully trying to hold back his own tears. "My answer would be yes, you know."
"Really?" Blaine asked hopefully, looking up through his tear-filled lashes.
"Yes," Kurt nodded, bringing their lips together again.
They lay there in that bed for hours, just talking and kissing, until both of them were struggling to stay awake.
"We should probably go to sleep. We have been awake for almost two days now," Kurt says with a yawn.
"N-no," Blaine says, his body starting to shake.
"Hey, are you cold?" Kurt worried, half sitting up before Blaine shook his head.
"I'm so scared, Kurt. I'm scared of what's going to happen. I'm scared of losing you. I'm scared that if I fall asleep I'll never have the chance to wake up..."
"Me too, honey. You have no idea," he admitted, wiping the tears from Blaine's face before wiping away his own. "If I lay here," Kurt sang as he pulled Blaine close again, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. "If I just lay here. Would you lie with me and just forget the world..."
And they did just that; Kurt continuing to sing until they both fell asleep.
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It's okay, don't panic, there will be a second part!
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Em xoxo
The song is Chasing Cars by Snow Patrol, if you were curious...