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Me: And why is it a we, you may ask? Because this a collaboration between KurtandBlaineGleek and me! Whee! After discovering what fans of Klaine and the Titanic we are we just had to do this.

KurtandBlaineGleek: It's true, we did. We really did.

Me: and she was so generous to let me put it on my account. :-D

KurtandBlaineGleek: No problemo!

Kurt: Great...now something even more twisted than both your Mpregs. A story where both of them die at the end.

Blaine: I have to say, it's a sad story.

Me: I don't remember BOTH of them dying at the end, do you?

KurtandBlaineGleek: Um, no just Jack...Maybe Rose was implied. *shrugs*

Kurt: THAT'S NOT THE POINT! THE POINT IS IS THAT YOU JUST CAN'T LEAVE US ALONE! AND WHY THE HELL IS THIS M-RATED?

Me: Why do you think? That's one reason right there. Plus maybe eventual smut, plus violence maybe, plus so on, plus so on.

Kurt: ...Why the hell are you both so twisted?

KurtandBlaineGleek/Me: *sings* WE'RE ON THE RIGHT TRACK BABY, WE WERE BORN THIS WAY!

Kurt: ...*lunges at them* REALLY? GAGA?

Blaine: *holds him back* Okay, calm, Kurt, calm. It can't be that bad

Me: Let's get going before more angriness.

April 10, 1912 11:15 A.M. – Southampton, England

The sun was shining high on the April morning. It sent rays reflecting off of the water and the grand, white ship in front of them. Kurt Hummel stepped out of the carriage and squinted in the harsh light. He sighed and looked up at the ship, imagining the grand interior of the cruiser and smiled, looking forward to the voyage back to New York. The holiday in England had been fabulous of course, but he was looking forward to getting home. Even if he did dread the upcoming "marriage". Speaking of that... He sighed as his fiancé's obnoxious voice rang out from behind him.

"Kurt, darling, keep moving." He felt a hand on his shoulder and cringed. Looking back at the man behind him he smiled an almost utterly fake smile.

"Of course, Sebastian." His teeth were clenched, but Sebastian didn't seem to notice. Sebastian Smythe…Even his last name bothered Kurt. Everything about Sebastian at this point seemed to bother him. His clothing, his face, his hair, everything. But he would do this for his family.

He started walking to where the first class passengers were boarding, Sebastian following at his side, and Kurt's family in front of the young men. Their trunks were being carried behind them and Kurt didn't say a word as they waited behind a couple of first class families who were waiting to get on. He looked down below at the crowds of second and third class passengers. Unlike others in first class (such as maybe Sebastian) he wasn't as shocked by the appearance and he didn't always turn his nose up at people. Maybe it was because he hadn't always been first class (the wealth of his family still seemed pretty new), but he still couldn't believe the number of people there were. He also couldn't dream of traveling anything else any other way now, as he had traveled in first class for a while now…but he had heard that this ship was going to better than anything.

They moved up as the passengers in front of them boarded and Kurt looked down at the people below them. He scanned the crowd and his eyes caught on a brown-curly-haired boy below him. The young man looked about his age, from what Kurt could tell, and had a canvas bag slung over his shoulder. His clothes were plain, not beat up per se, but just…simple and plain. Nothing like the fashionable clothing that Kurt was wearing right now. He continued to stare as the other boy started looking around, eventually looking up and in Kurt's direction. For a moment, it seemed that their eyes met and Kurt felt a blush creeping its way across his cheeks. He barely even noticed when Sebastian tried to catch his attention. The fiancé looked where Kurt was staring and emitted a scoffing laugh.

"Ha! That boy's such a plain little tramp, isn't he?" Sebastian's face was set in a smug smirk.

For some reason this sentence made Kurt irritated with him even more, and he hit him on the arm. "Don't you dare say that about someone, especially when you don't even know him!"

Sebastian looked at him dumbstruck for a moment before grabbing his arm forcefully and saying through a fake clenched smile. "Remember your place, darling."

Kurt was seething at this point, but kept his mouth shut. He noticed his step-brother Finn looking between Kurt and Sebastian and then made a face at Sebastian. Kurt had to stifle a giggle, the fact that Sebastian seemed unaware of it making it even more hilarious. Sebastian shot Kurt a questioning look to which Kurt set his face in an unemotional iron mask, determined not to give Sebastian an ounce of knowledge of what had been funny. The other boy made an irritated face but kept quiet. Kurt, seeing that his fiancé was maybe actually going to shut up for once and let him do what he wanted, snuck a glance down at where the curly-haired boy had been standing. He was still there.

Kurt smiled as the boy grinned and waved. He glanced cautiously at Sebastian before waving back. They both let their hands linger in the air a little, before dropping them and just staring at each other, the smiles not fading. Kurt could feel himself being tugged on the arm by Sebastian and waved goodbye at the strange boy before following his family on board. His gaze lingered over his shoulder for a little while.

I wonder what his name was….

Insert Kliss Here

Blaine Anderson gazed up at the wall of black and white that stood in front of him. It seemed promising. This voyage held so much promise for his future. He'd finally be returning to New York to be with his family. He'd finish high school, go to university, get a job, and (heaven forbid it. Literally, forbid it) he would get a nice wife as his father wanted. He nearly spat at the thought of his father. He just….God, now was not the time to think about it. This ship was supposed to be luxurious. He might be traveling in third class, but there was always some exploring that he could do, right? Just couldn't be seen or caught. That was easy enough. And Blaine was just plain looking forward to the actual trip now. He was traveling with his friends, Jeff, Nick, Wes, and David (all sharing a room apparently. Ugh). Nick and Jeff were not far behind him, but where were Wes and David?

Looking around, his eyes went across all of the heads in the crowd finally finding his two friends. Motioning to them to join the three other boys, he looked around to inspect the hullaballoo. His eyes traced the outlines of people moving here and there, squinting against the harsh light of the sun. They finally stopped their game of Russian roulette on a boy about his age who was looking directly towards him. He could sense something about that boy even though they were only just looking at each other. He stared on for a while, wondering what to do, before he saw another teen about their age grab the one boy's shoulder. Blaine watched as the new weasel-faced boy said something, to which the boy he had first seen was not responding well to, seeing as he whacked him.

Blaine continued to watch as this exchange went on, hoping that the one boy, the gorgeous, caramel-colored hair boy, would look at him again. It was a few minutes before he glanced down again. They stared for a minute before Blaine just felt himself give a goofy smile before waving. He was nearly ecstatic as the boy smiled and waved back. Blaine watched as he was pulled away by the weasel-faced boy he had seen and left his hand up in the air.

"Blaine, who're you waving too?" He turned to face Jeff.

"Oh, there was this boy…probably our age. I think he was first class." The tone of his voice made it clear that he was still in a haze.

The rest of his companions laughed. "Well, I don't think you'll ever be seeing him again. Third class and first class don't mix."

Blaine gulped, nodding his head. "Yeah, you guys are right." Then why did he feel so disappointed?

Insert Kliss Here

Kurt was surprised by the interior of the ship. There was so much opulence everywhere. No wonder the tickets had been so expensive. There was no way something like this could ever be experienced without being worth a good sum of money. Everything seemed to gleam and sparkle, and even his cabin was just fabulous. The only thing that would possibly ruin this was that he wasn't with any close friends (except for maybe Finn, but he was a step-brother) and instead he had to deal with Sebastian.

His fiancé was right there, hovering over him, during a better part of the first day of voyage. Kurt couldn't stand it. He liked rubbing elbows with other first class passengers and meeting new people, but he couldn't stand being hovered over by Sebastian. They were discreet, yes, but wherever Kurt seemed to be, Sebastian was right there too, acting like he didn't trust Kurt. And that was absurd.

So he had flirted a little while on holiday and sure, there was the surreal moment with the third class guy that he'd probably never see again while they were boarding, but that was no reason not to trust Kurt. It was just innocent flirting and laughing and waving and smiling. Oh, pfft, who am I kidding? If I could, I would. Kurt's thoughts often revolved back to that exact thought when he pondered this. But what bothered him even more about Sebastian was that not only that day, but he always seemed to hover around Kurt. To be there. To guard him. To make sure that he didn't run away or cheat or, heaven forbid, have fun. Kurt loathed the idea of spending forever with this man; loathed it with every inch of his body and soul. He knew there must be something better than this. Something like…actually being with someone that you wanted to be with. If he didn't love his family then he wouldn't do this. He wouldn't do the equivalent of selling his soul, especially to a weasel-faced, stuck up jerk. And even more he hated that his voyage fun was supposed to be fun and if this first day was any sign, then it would be horribly boring and Sebastian-filled.

Finally though, there came a time when Kurt could get away. Sebastian at the moment was charming his way into a very influential business man's good graces. (It always amazed Kurt that someone like Sebastian really could act charming when he needed to. It was, in fact, that same charm that fooled Kurt into thinking he was really nice when they first met. And then came the announcement and then they had to actually spend time together and there went that misconception). Kurt took this opportunity to notice that Sebastian couldn't leave unless he wanted to appear rude, so Kurt excused himself to take a rest. He headed off in the direction of his room, but when he was sure that Sebastian couldn't see him anymore, he headed off to explore the rest of the ship. He passed by the 1st class grand staircase and the proceeded to wander aimlessly down halls. He eventually came to where he guessed was the second class promenade deck. Stepping out into the warm sun and fresh air, Kurt breathed in the smell of the ocean. It was deserted around where he was and he like it much better than the first class promenade where he had been surrounded by people who expected so much out of him. He was lucky he had a sharp wit; otherwise he never would've survived. As much as he liked socializing, he also required just some time alone for himself to collect his frazzled thoughts and get away from Sebastard. Heehee. He laughed under his breath at the name and then was startled as he looked around and saw a man standing next to him.

It was the curly haired boy that he had seen while boarding. The first thing that struck Kurt about him now was how handsome he up close. So very handsome….

They stood there a while staring at each other, both had looks on their faces that read of shock and just disbelief that the one man that they had both felt a connection with, a connection they didn't have to even voice, one they could just feel, was standing right there in front of them. It took a moment before Kurt collected himself enough to wave, a faint smile brightening his features. "Hi."

Insert Kliss Here

The first thing that Blaine noticed when he was on finally on the board was how even though he was in third class, it was better than some other ships he had been on. And when he got into his room he realized how lucky it was that he was actually with Jeff, Nick, David, and Wes. But even then, he had to admit it was really surprisingly comfortable and luxurious for just third class. He could only imagine how nice and grand second and first class could be.

After settling in and talking a while with some people that he met in the hallway and talking with the boys he was traveling with he decided to explore, eager to see the luxury that the rest of the ship held. Or just what the rest of the ship held period. He knew under it all though, he was hoping that he would find that other boy. He knew the other one was first class, but he could always hope, right? Honestly, he had to admit to himself that he had a connection to the teen. He couldn't explain. They didn't even talk, but he could feel it. It was a feeling, something in the air…something just…there.

He wandered aimlessly around. He knew that his clothing looked good enough to maybe pass as second class, but he knew he could never get in the first class areas without receiving some looks and being asked to leave. He wondered at the comfort and magnificence of just the second class smoking room, but finally became restless with being inside. He needed fresh air and yearned for the smell of the ocean. Starting to head somewhere with a purpose finally, he looked for the door leading to the promenade deck. It was starting to feel stuffier by the moment when he finally found it. Stepping out into the ocean air and the sun, he saw someone standing a few feet away from him. His heart skipped a couple beats when he realized who it was. Him…Dear God, it's him.

Blaine just stood there, staring until, ohgodhe'sturningaround, and for a moment, Blaine felt like he couldn't breathe. He felt like he was stupid, just standing there and just staring at the other teen, but admittedly that's exactly what the other guy was doing too. And then the boy just raised his hand in a slow wave and, with a soft trace of a smile on his face, sighed out a soft, "Hi."

And that's when Blaine thought he was going to pass out. Oh Lord, the boy's voice was almost as beautiful and delicate the possessor of it was. It was just…heavenly. I wonder if he can sing. Blaine didn't know where that thought came from but now he really wanted to know if he could sing. But, wait, oh right, wave back, say hi, say something. A few seconds, which felt like an eternity, passed when Blaine finally thought the constricting in his throat was easing up enough to let him actually speak. And he realized he really want to know this mystery boy's name.

"Hi…I'm Blaine…Blaine Anderson." His smile felt gooby to him but he couldn't help it. He was just overwhelmingly happy at that moment.

The other boy's smile now turned into a full smile, going beyond even a close mouth smile and turning into a perfect crescent shape of bright, pearly-white joy. "Blaine…I like it. I'm Kurt Hummel."

At that moment Blaine totally realized that he hadn't even asked his name like he had been planning on. But he smiled. Of course after telling Kurt my name Kurt would tell me his. Kurt is obviously well off and has manners but that's what anyone would do right, but then Kurt is high-class so why is Kurt even talking to me, but oh god, not that I'm complaining— Blaine cut off his own rambling train of thought to realize that he needed to answer. "Kurt…Kurt, that's a…pretty name." Oh god, what am I even saying? Blaine winced at his own comment, but then noticed that Kurt didn't seem upset.

In fact, Kurt just blushed and his smile widened. "Thank you. I've never had anybody compliment me before."

Blaine was shocked, utterly just shocked. "What? Seriously?"

Kurt nodded. "No one outside of my family that really meant it. And I'm pretty sure that you meant it."

Blaine smiled. "Of course I meant it. It's a very pretty name for a very pretty person."

Kurt blushed harder, his face turning an interesting, beautifully mesmerizing color of rose pink. Blaine gasped. Kurt was leaning on the rail now, the sun playing behind him, turning into a halo of light. Blaine muttered in awe, "A very pretty person."

Kurt giggled and suddenly felt more gloriously happy and confident in himself than ever before. "Thank you so much. I must say, you're very handsome yourself."

Blaine only looked down, disbelieving that someone as beautiful as Kurt could be calling a mutt like him handsome. He blushed, looking at his feet. "No, no I'm not." He laughed nervously then.

Kurt shook his head, walking towards him. "No, you really are quite handsome…especially your hair."

Blaine suddenly felt subconscious in himself and shook his head again. "I'm really not handsome, especially my hair. It's just…wild."

Kurt shook his head, humming a little in protest. He reached out and took a sleek, black curl in his fingers. Pulling on it gently, then letting it go and watching it spring back into place. "No…really…your hair is the most handsome part of you."

Blaine looked up to see the dazed look on Kurt's face. Their eyes met, and Blaine realized just how beautiful the color was. It was hard to describe…green, blue, grey, and gold all at the same time. Sparkling with light and love and life. So different from his own, boring brown ones.

Insert Kliss Here

Kurt stood there, hand still in the air, staring into the eyes opposite his. Brown with flecks of green and gold. Glimmering with humor, mischief, a love of life, kindness…maybe a little something sad that flickered apparently now and then but seemed to hang there, but it never seemed to outweigh the glee and contentment also shining. They were so different from his own, so different than any other eyes that he had ever looked into. Especially the pair that he was being forced to look into, being forced to look into for the rest of his life. But these ones…he wouldn't mind looking into these for the rest of his life. Just the thought made him have shivers.

Blaine reached up to take his hand. Kurt felt the strong hands grip his, making him feel protected. He was drawn to this boy…drawn by something that he felt he couldn't deny…something that he couldn't say no to. They were enthralled by each other, not only by each other's eyes, but something else. And before he knew it, Blaine had the hand not holding Kurt's on his cheek. He could feel the soft caress. The caress. God, this feels so much better…so much more safe…so much more securing. Kurt knew it wasn't though. It wasn't safe. There was Sebastard…and he barely even knew this boy. Blaine…God, even his name seemed heavenly. All he had was the connection…but it meant so much more than it seemed. He felt like this was how he was supposed to feel. He was so confused at this point.

And then Blaine's face was nearing his own, Kurt doing nothing to stop it. He encouraged it actually by slipping his arms around the other boy's neck, Blaine's hand leaving his own and his arm slipping around his waist, drawing him closer. Their lips met in a glorious kiss. Lips fitting against each other perfectly, tasting each other, tasting the flavor of the ocean they were sailing on. Tongues poked tentatively against lips and Kurt allowed his mouth to open. He allowed Blaine to explore his mouth, his tongue playing and tangling with Blaine's at times too. This was his second kiss. After his first had been ripped away by Sebastian, been taken by force…with no meaning with no feeling, just nothing behind it, this was just right. Just heaven. Kurt never wanted it to end, but then he was almost out of breath and so was Blaine and they broke away and Kurt flushed. He drew away sharply, his arms slipping away from around Blaine's neck, and Blaine's arm coming untangled from around Kurt's waist, his hand leaving the soft skin of Kurt's cheek suddenly. They looked at each other, neither knowing what exactly had just happened.

Blaine looked shocked, and Kurt noticed his lips were red from kissing. "I'm so sorry, Kurt. I'm so sorry—"

Kurt shook his head, moving towards the door. "No, I'm sorry, Blaine. I'm so sorry. I can't do this…I'm not…I'm not free, Blaine. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. I-I have to go. I'm so sorry. I have to go."

Kurt continued towards the door but Blaine grabbed his arm gently and stopped him. "I-I…Kurt please tell me you'll see me again. I can't explain this, but I feel something and I just can't not see you. Please, say you'll see me again." Blaine looked desperate and imploring. Kurt breathed hard, and looked at him, sure that the same look was on his face.

Finally he nodded. "…O-okay. Tomorrow, at the same time, here. Come and I'll be here. I have to go. I'll see you then."

Blaine nodded, smiling a little and let Kurt go, and the boy proceeded to hurry to the door. "I'll see you then Kurt."

Kurt kept walking and ran down the hall, forcing himself to memorize everything. Everything. The hallways (just to make sure he could get back here tomorrow), how being around Blaine, someone he barely knew, made him feel, how their lips fit perfectly together, how Kurt just let Blaine explore his mouth, how their tongues felt against each other, the look on Blaine's face when he said he'd come back and wait for Blaine. The most distinct was how Blaine looked right after they had pulled away with his lips red and slightly swollen. That stopped Kurt right in front of a mirror. He stared at his reflection for a few moments, his fingers going up to his lips. There was just as red as Blaine's the swelling as minimal as it could possibly be for that type of kiss.

But as stunned as he was, he was still worried. Would Sebastian notice? Would anyone notice? And then he realized that he only partially cared. He wanted to be careful, to hide Blaine from Sebastian for his own good, to not let Sebastian to discover he had these feelings and then demolish the source. But the other part of him wanted to flaunt this. That he wasn't Sebastian's and that there was someone else who made him feel like this, whatever it was. Sighing, he only started to head back to his room, still memorizing the passages, and waited anxiously for the meeting the following day.

Me: Not bad...not bad.

KurtandBlaineGleek: Not bad at all. NOW MY TURN!

Kurt/Blaine: ...

KurtandBlaineGleek: What's wrong?

Kurt: SEBASTARD?

Blaine: YOU MADE HIM ENGAGED TO SEBASTARD? THE SAME SEBASTARD WHO THROUGH A ROCK SALT SLUSHIE IN MY FACE?

Me: Oh, yeah, could you believe Micheal?

KurtandBlaineGleek: A-M-A-Z-I-N-G!

Kurt/Blaine: STOP THIS WEIRD BABBLING AND ANSWER!

Me: YES! SEBASTIAN IS IN THE STORY! WE NEEDED A CAL AND ANGST, SO THERE WE GO!

Kurt: ...

Blaine: ...You said there might be smut?

Kurt:...

Me: ...Yes, Blaine.

Blaine: Then you're forgiven.

Kurt: *thwacks him on the arm* WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?

Blaine: OW!

Me: *le sigh* At least there's no children involved now.

KurtandBlaineGleek: So true, so true...