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Chapter ten

The minister's voice was loud and powerful, easily drawing attention to all of the words that were coming out of his mouth. He was standing tall and straight, and even though his voice was firm, Blaine could see the sadness in his eyes. The sadness was reflected through everyone in the area, standing around the grave. Everyone was in black, and those who were wearing hats had black veils, their faces looking directly at the ground.

The coffin was small, the size of it just right for a teenager. The wood was polished nicely, and the color of it was lighter. On top of the coffin, in the middle, a large bouquet of flowers sat, the petals blowing lightly in the breeze. As the minister finished his speech, each person in attendance walked forward and placed a rose on the coffin.

Kurt never liked red roses, Blaine thought absentmindedly, shifting his weight to his left foot and biting his lip. He always thought that they were way too cliché. I understood that, though. I did...

"Wow, that's a rather big gathering, don'tcha think?"

Blaine turned to see Finn behind him, holding four grocery bags of food in his hands. "I'm going to go out on a limb here and say that you're hungry." He said bluntly. "What did you do? Buy out the gas station of their chip and cookie supply?"

Finn glanced down at his bags of food. "Everything just looked good, dude. And plus, we're in Hawaii! I have to enjoy all of the native food while I can!"

Blaine reached down and opened one of the bags, looking in at the contents. He smirked. "I highly doubt that Pringles are only found in Hawaii, Finn."

Finn shrugged. "Whatever, dude. Let's just head back to the beach before my family decides to go looking for us in case we died or something."

Blaine let out a laugh, then began walking towards the beach again. "Thanks again for letting me come along with you guys."

"Of course! You're like family! Burt wouldn't have had it any other way. He likes you too much. And," he said, taking out the Pringles can and opening it. "Your family is letting us use your condo, and that thing is huge! I get to have my own room! Everyone gets their own room!"

Blaine sighed happily. "I know. I don't think that I'd be able to survive listening to you snore all night."

"It's not that bad," Finn said, a frown appearing on his face."

"Finn, it's awful listening to you snore. I just... I had nightmares when I first heard it. I thought some sort of monster was coming to get me."

Finn snorted. "I doubt it."

"Don't. And then I woke up and saw you across the room from me. It was just horrible, just horrible."

Finn sighed. "Oh well, but that's just one thing. I'll have you know, sharing a room with me rocks."

"When you're awake and you have some fun games to play, then yeah. But sleeping wise? Not so much."

"Well now you're just making me feel bad."

Blaine shrugged. "Just telling the truth. Something Kurt always told me to do."

Finn grew silent. "Yeah..."

Eventually the beach was in sight again, and Finn nudged Blaine with his shoulder. "Race you back?"

Blaine inhaled, let out a "meh" sound, then took off running without giving Finn an answer.

"Cheater!" Finn called out, taking off after him.

Blaine peaked over his shoulders, then sped up, cursing Finn's incredibly long legs and the sand. Running over sand was hard. Quicker than he had thought, Finn was close behind him. Grinning harder, Blaine shot to the left and jumped over a girl tanning on her towel. He ignored her shout of "hey!" and sprinted over to where Burt and Carole were sitting in their beach chairs.

"We're back," he called out, skidding to a stop in front of Burt's chair. Finn appeared by his side not even a second later. Placing the bag he'd been carrying on the ground, Blaine said, "Sorry we took so long. Finn decided to buy the entire store."

Burt leaned forward in his chair in order to see the full bags that Finn was holding. "Wow, Finn. Plan on eating that all by yourself?"

Finn shrugged. "Not really. I got them for everyone. I know that a certain someone will be hungry when he wakes up so I brought extra. God he eats a lot. "

Carole reached over Burt and took one of the bags from Finn. "Honey, he's not going to eat any of this stuff! You have to be considerate about him!"

Finn threw up his hands, which considering the fact that he had three other bags hanging off his arms, was a rather funny sight. "Well, I was hungry too! And why should I be considerate and think about what he wants to eat? "

Carole giggled. "I know, sweetie. I was just giving you a hard time." But then she grew stern. "Because, it's nice. I know that you haven't been getting along, but you should just do it, okay?"

"Fine," Finn grumbled out.

Burt turned in his seat and reached behind him to the cooler they'd brought with them. He opened it and pulled out a few packed sandwiches. "Blaine," he said while searching. "Why don't you go wake him up?"

Blaine nodded and stepped around Carole and Burt and headed towards the rather large beach umbrella placed in the ground. There was a boy laying on his stomach, his legs pulled slightly up to his chest and his arms placed by his head. Smiling, Blaine got down on his hands and knees and crawled over until he was slightly above the sleeping boy.

"Babe," he said softly, leaning down and placing a few kisses along the bare back. "We're going to have lunch soon. Time to get up."

A hand flew up and tried to swat at his head. "Go'way. Sleepy."

Blaine let out a small chuckle. "I know, I know. I kept you up rather late last night, didn't I?"

There was another groan, but then the boy turned around and attempted to swat at him again. "That movie was long and rather depressing, Blaine. You should have known better," he said sternly, but he was smiling and Blaine couldn't help but lean down and kiss him.

His hand reached up and he let it run up the smooth chest before it stopped at its destination and began to rub the scar placed there, the one reminder that both of them had about that hard time of their life. And the one main reminder about what saved it.

Pulling away from the kiss Kurt smirked up at him. "I like you waking me up this way. Do it more often, 'kay?"

Blaine saluted him. "Yes, sir!"

Sighing, Kurt sat up and yawned. "How long have I been asleep?" he asked as he stood up on wobbly legs.

Blaine stood up with him. "Not that long, thirty minutes maybe?"

Kurt let out a groan. "I hope that the sun didn't get me," he said, attempting to look over his entire body. "I don't want to burn while on this trip. That would suck."

Blaine placed a hand on the small of his back as they walked over to Kurt's family. "I agree, it would, although I wouldn't mind rubbing aloe vera all over your skin," he said huskily.

Kurt blushed. "You're making me feel all giddy. And flustered."

Blaine smirked. "I like you when you're giddy and flustered."

"I thought that you liked me all of the time?"

"Well, that too."

"Oh, wait one second," Kurt said, doubling back to his towel. He picked up his white shirt, slipped it on, then jogged back to Blaine. "I don't remember packing anything for lunch today."

"Don't worry," Blaine said as they continued their walk. "I packed something for you this morning. I was the reason why you were so tired this morning, so I figured it was the least that I could do."

"I love you," Kurt said suddenly.

"I love you, too."

Kurt smiled, then laced their hands together and pecked his cheek.

"Is this all because I made you just a sandwich? I should make them more often if it gets me this response," he said as they joined everyone on the picnic blanket.

"Hey sleepy head," Carole said cheerfully, handing Kurt a plate with his sandwich and a large pile of chips.

"Hi," Kurt said, taking the plate in both hands. He stared down at the plate. "I don't know why I've been so hungry lately. It's odd."

"You're pregnant," Finn joked through a mouthful sandwich.

Everyone froze. Carole was staring at Finn as though she couldn't quite believe what she'd just said. Kurt had his sandwich halfway from the plate to his mouth, and Blaine had dropped the chip that he was holding. Burt, however, was staring at both Kurt and Blaine, a frown forming over the lower half of his face.

"I swear, if you two have been having sex and that's why you've been so hungry lately-"

Blaine immediately held up his hands in defense. "NO! No, Kurt and I haven't had sex, or-or done any kind of sexual thing except kissing and-"

"Are you saying that my son doesn't do it for you?"

Kurt covered his rapidly burning face with his hands. "Oh my god..."

Carole placed a hand on Burt's shoulder. "Honey, honey don't you think that... we shouldn't be talking about those kinds of things here? While we're on vacation? Or while we're in public?" She said in an unnaturally high voice, looking around at her at the other people on the beach.

They all fell silent, Finn shoving food into his mouth rapidly, Kurt and Blaine holding hands uncomfortably, and Carole trying to stop a fuming Burt. Eventually, Burt let out breath. "I'm sorry. Sex would just explain why you've been so hungry lately."

"Or," Blaine said slowly. "He's just been doing a lot of things that he hasn't been able to do for a while, like going running with me in the mornings and going out a lot." He was staring at Burt, as though attempting to find out what was running through his head and whether or not he should hide.

Carole nodded, her hand running up and down Burt's back. "Okay, well... What have you boys planned for the day?"

Blaine shrugged. "I was planning on taking Kurt snorkeling. I sighed up Kurt and myself for the three hour trip out to the reefs; Finn said he didn't want to go, and you guys said you were going to do some other things before tonight so... The boat leaves..." Blaine glanced down at his watch. "Oh... We've gotta go," he said, standing then taking Kurt's hand and pulling him up. "We have to be there in thirty minutes!"

Kurt let go of his hand and jogged over to his umbrella to grab his towel and bag. While he was gone, Blaine slipped his shoes back on and picked up his own bag, then stuffed his towel in it. "We'll meet up with you guys at the luau, okay? Then we're coming back here to watch the fireworks and for some night swimming, right?"

Burt nodded, reaching into the cooler for another sandwich. "We'll see you at the luau at six sharp."

"Have fun, boys," Carole said, laying down on to her back and letting the sun hit her legs.

Blaine smiled, then turned and held his hand out for Kurt to take. "We plan on it," his boyfriend said happily. They left the rest of the group and began to head up to the parking lot. "Do you have the map to get there?"

Blaine nodded. "I put it in the car this morning."

Kurt let out a heavy, but happy, sigh. "I can't believe Finn didn't want to come with us! I can't stop thinking about what we could see down there."

They'd reached the car, and Blaine let go of Kurt's hand and pulled the passenger door open for him. "Who knows? The last time I went snorkeling I saw quite a few turtles."

Kurt wiggled slightly in his seat while he waited for Blaine to get in. "I'm so excited!" He exclaimed. "Thank you for doing this for me," he stated, reaching over and taking Blaine's hand.

Blaine pulled it up to his lips and pressed a kiss to the back. "Of course." He let go of Kurt's hand and put the key into the ignition. "Let's get going."

Vacation in Hawaii.

Bucket list number thirteen.

That one Blaine could do easily.

With Kurt's gaze focused on the scenery outside Blaine was allowed to think and remember in silence. Three months ago, he didn't have much hope that he'd be able to do this for Kurt. He still remembered sitting in that waiting room, surrounded by Kurt's friends and family, but still feeling all alone. He remembered the complete fear that rose up in him when he saw the surgeon walking out to talk to them.

"Mr. Hummel?"

Burt had walked over to meet him, and while Blaine couldn't hear everything the doctor said, he was able to hear the final verdict.

"His body accepted the transplant and he's being moved to a separate room for recovery. We're going to move him to a clean room, so you'll have wear gowns and gloves to see him, just because he's prone to infection and viruses, but other then that, you have nothing to worry about. Congratulations."

Everyone around him were either sobbing or grasping each other in happiness. He had fallen to the ground, unable to stand anymore. Kurt, his Kurt, he was going to live.

Taking a deep breath Blaine glanced back over at Kurt, who was still staring out the window and allowed a relieved smile at the sight.

There had been many nights where he'd woken up and had to immediately grab his phone so that he could look through the recent texts from Kurt, as well as the recent pictures of them, so that he could reassure himself that yes, Kurt had gotten a heart transplant, and yes, he was going to live.

"Are we almost there?" Kurt asked suddenly, turning from the window slightly.

Blaine nodded, and turned into the nearest parking lot. "I'm going to park here, though. It's not a far walk so we'll make it there in time."

"Good, I'm feeling all giddy again."

They arrived at the area where the boat was located twenty minutes earlier than planned, so the captain told them to stay near the water, because they'd be pulling the boat up as close as they could in a few minutes.

Swinging his arms slightly, Kurt began to bounce on the heels of his feet. "I still feel giddy. I've never gone out far into the ocean, Blaine."

Swim out far in the ocean. So far that everything around me just vanishes.

Bucket list number twenty seven.

Kurt blinked, then cocked his head to the side. "I'd never been in the ocean before this trip, actually."

Blaine let out a laugh. "I think that you'll like it, even though you hate being out in the sun too long. I swear we bought the highest sun block lotion in existence."

Kurt pushed his lower lip out. "I burn easily. And then I'm not fun. I'm pretty sure that you want to be around a fun me, right?"

Blaine turned to stare directly at him. "I just want to be around you."

He could feel the blush rising up his neck, so he ducked his head slightly and said, "You've been a complete romantic this entire trip. What's up?"

Blaine shrugged and put his hands into the pockets of his swim trunks. "I'm just in love with you, is all."

Kurt blushed harder, then opened his mouth to reply. "I-"

"Okay guys," the captain suddenly shouted. They both looked around to see that more people had arrived and that the boat was coming closer to the shore. "We can't come up to the edge, so you're going to have to wade over to the boat, then we'll help you get up. Form a line!"

Blaine took a spot behind Kurt and the two of them stepped into the water. "Ooh," Kurt said, inhaling. "It's really cold."

Blaine snickered, then reached forward and placed his hands on Kurt's shoulders. "That's the ocean, babe. I though that you got in this morning? I clearly remember dunking you, and then we both tried to duck dive under the few big waves that we saw."

He couldn't see Kurt's face, but he could practically hear the frown when he spoke. "But that was this morning. I haven't been in the water since then."

They were the first two to reach the boat, and Blaine climbed on first, then reached out his hand. Kurt took it and allowed Blaine to pull him up. Blaine kept Kurt's hand in his as he led them over to bench by the side of the boat and sat down. Kurt joined him with a happy exhale. He promptly turned around and faced outside the boat and stared at the ocean.

"Do you know where we're going?"

Blaine bit the edge of his lip and thought, trying to remember if the information he'd read had mentioned a destination. "No, I don't. But I bet it'll be great; they'll probably take us to where there are cool coral reefs. Those are incredibly pretty."

Kurt hummed happily. "I'm looking forward to it."

Ten minutes later, everyone was on board, and the captain announced their leaving. The fast the boat went, the more Kurt's hair and shirt flapped wildly, and Blaine found himself staring first at Kurt's hair, then at his shirt; if he watched hard enough, he was able to see the scar left from Kurt's transplant.

Kurt, at first, had been incredibly self conscious about it, and wore thick shirts and undershirts so that no one would see it. But one day, Blaine had come over to see Kurt wearing a light blue shirt, the scar just barely showing at the top. Kurt had just smiled at him when he'd asked about it and said, "I'm actually kind of proud and thankful of it now. It's my story, so I'm going to show it off, like the diva I am."

Blaine had never been more proud.

About fifteen minutes into the trip, Blaine stood up and placed a hand on Kurt, partly just to touch him, but also to keep his balance. "They're serving some snacks and drinks. Do you want anything?"

Kurt shifted in his seat slightly. "I'll have some water, and if they have any apples or pineapples that get me some, please."

Blaine nodded and moved over to the table in the lower part of the boat. He grabbed two small plates and put a few apple slices on both of them, then grabbed some cheese and crackers. Then he moved on to the drinks, but found it rather hard to balance both drinks. On tipped over slightly, and he tried to grab it but found someone else's hand gripping the cup. "Thanks," he said, taking the cup again in a much more secure hold.

"That for your friend over there?" The man asked.

Blaine nodded. "Yeah, it is," he said, glancing over fondly at Kurt.

"He's... not just your friend, is he?"

Blaine shook his head, not even bothering to get a look at the face of the man he was talking to. "No. He's my everything."

At that moment, Kurt turned, caught his gaze, and a huge smile appeared on his face, one that reached his eyes and made the skin around his eyes crinkle adorably.

Blaine smiled back.

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There were more than just reefs, Kurt was delighted to find out when he hopped into the water after getting his snorkeling gear on. He took his head out of the water and kicked over to wear Blaine was floating and tapped his shoulder to get his attention. "Come over here, Blaine. There's sharks."

He kicked back to the spot he had been in previously and pushed his face under the water with a loud plop sound. A few seconds later he felt Blaine's hand slide into his and felt Blaine's head appear by his. He reached down with his other hand and pointed to one of the reefs, where a shark was resting. Blaine's other hand appeared close to his face, giving him a thumbs up. Kurt gave him a grin, but not even a second later water flooded his mouth so he pulled his face up and took out his snorkeler and coughed, the water spilling out of his mouth.

Blaine came up and took out his own, a smile already forming on his mouth. "Can't do that under water, Kurt," he laughed.

Kurt glared at him through his coughs, and when they eventually stopped he stuck out his tongue and closed his eyes tightly. "Ugh, salt water. Blegh."

Although the laughter that Blaine let out was more than worth it.

He was putting his snorkeler back in his mouth when someone shouted out, "Turtles are over here!"

He glanced at Blaine, then splashed his face with water and took off towards the area the turtles were supposed to be. "Hey!" Blaine called out after him and Kurt grinned inwardly.

He wasn't going through that again.

Kurt was officially all snorkeled out a short two hours later. The boat had docked back at their original starting spot, and Blaine had woken him up by kissing him and telling him they needed to get to the luau. He let out a grumbling sound but got up and dragged himself back to Blaine's car, ready for food. "Ugh, I'm hungry again," he said sadly. "Why am I so hungry, Blaine!"

Blaine shrugged. "I just think that you're doing a lot and your body isn't used to it so your energy is getting all used up quicker and-"

"Okay, I was just speaking out loud! You didn't need to get all medical on me!"

Blaine let out a bark of laughter. "Sorry, sorry!"

Kurt sighed and leaned back against the head rest. "This vacation has been so amazing..." He tilted his head and gave Blaine a smothering look. "I'm so glad that you were able to come with us. And that you managed to convince your parents to let us use your condo."

Blaine shrugged, letting the feeling of love rise from his stomach. "It's nothing, really, Kurt. This is the first vacation that you've gotten to have for a while, and I knew how much you wanted this after the doctor gave you the okay. I'm just surprised that your dad let me come along with you."

Kurt shrugged his shoulders. "It took much persuading, but it's worth it," he said, reaching out and lacing their fingers together. "Ooh," he suddenly exclaimed, reaching out with his right hand to turn up the volume on the radio. "I haven't heard this song in forever. We should have a mad car dance party right now."

"The Eye of the Tiger?" Blaine asked, a huge grin on his face. "Let's."

They danced crazily the entire way to the luau, not caring about the stares that they got from the passing people; as they arrived at the luau location, they had just finished listening and dancing to Na Na Na Na Na Na Na, and Kurt was maybe just slightly winded. They pulled into the nearest parking spot they saw and hurried to buy their tickets at the door.

Carole was waiting for them at the entrance. "You're late, boys," she said softy as they walked swiftly to their table. "The show has already started."

"You mean we missed all of the girls swinging their hips? Oh darn," Kurt said softy to Blaine, who had to cover his mouth to hide his laughter. They sat down at their table, Kurt next to Finn (who gave them one glance, then shook his head at Kurt slightly before turning his attention back to the girls dancing on the stage) and Blaine next to Burt.

"So, tell me why Finn is mad at you?" Blaine asked softly in Kurt's ear.

"I may have accidentally mentioned his browser history to Carole... Oops?"

Blaine smacked his thigh softly. "You didn't."

"He used one of my Marc Jacobs shirts to wipe his face off after he went running. I hadto get revenge."

"Ah, I see now. Everything makes sense all of a sudden."

Kurt smacked his shoulder playfully. "Hush, and watch the girls shake their hips like champions."

Blaine turned his attention back to the girls. "They do shake them rather fast, don't they?"

"When I was young I always thought they were going to fall off."

"Well, if you watch really close it does seem like they would fall off at that speed." He blinked. "They just sped up. Wow. Food time," he said, looking down at the plate that Carole had made for him.

"You're a dork," Kurt said while picking up his fork.

"I'm your dork, though."

Kurt just hummed in agreement then took a bite of his food.

The luau show's final performance was a man who breathed fire. It was around that time when Burt tapped Kurt's shoulder and said, "I think we should head back down to the beach so we can catch the fireworks."

Kurt agreed, then pulled on Blaine's hand and stood up. "Let's head back to the beach, okay?"

Blaine took one last bite of his dessert and stood up, wiping his mouth on his napkin; he tossed it, crumpled up, on to his paper plate, then pushed his chair in. "Then let's go!"

"You're such a gentleman, Blaine. To push your chair in like that? You just went up on the dapper scale."

Blaine pretended to fix an imaginary tie. "I'm always striving to go up on the dapper scale."

The fireworks started halfway through their drive back to the beach, and Kurt leaned out of the Jeep window to stare at them. "Oh, they're so beautiful, Blaine!"

Blaine stepped on the gas just a little bit harder.

Kurt didn't even waited for Blaine to park the car; as soon as it stopped he jumped out and rushed to the beach just in time to see one of the biggest firework explode in the sky. His mouth fell open just a bit and he couldn't stop the corners of his mouth from slipping upwards. A few moments later a hand slipped into his and his smile widened. He squeezed Blaine's hand tightly and, with his eyes still focused on the sky, said, "Ever since I came home from the hospital you've been holding my hand a lot. Is there a reason?"

"Do I need one?"

Kurt shrugged. "No, not really."

He was forced to look away from the fireworks when Blaine took his shoulders and faced him. "I'm in love with you, Kurt."

Kurt smiled at him. "I'm am most certainly in love with you too, Blaine Anderson."

Blaine started to lean in, so Kurt met him halfway. It wasn't a needy kiss; it was soft, mostly them just pressing their lips together, but it meant so much to both of them, cementing the fact that what was between them was real, and that it wouldn't change any time soon. Eventually, Kurt pulled back humming, and Blaine reached up and stroked his cheek.

"Want to go play in the water? I think that your dad, Carole and Finn should be here soon."

Kurt let out a small laugh and leaned into Blaine's touch. "We did speed here, didn't we?"

Blaine nodded. "Yeah... I kind of wanted to get here almost as bad as you did." He let go of Kurt's hand and cheek, then nodded at the ocean. "Meet you down there," he said before taking off at a jog towards the water.

Kurt watched him for a while, an adoring smile on his face.

Fall in love.

Bucket list number one.

He's mine. I can't believe he's mine, after all of this... Then he exhaled, thought, to hell with it, and ran to where Blaine was being pushed to the ground by a wave and laughing.

It was like his mother had always said. "There's always a light, Kurt, a light at the end of everything that happens to you; every trial, every journey. It's just your job to find it. It'll be hard, there's no doubt about that, but oh so worth it in the end."

I agree, Mom, he thought as he reached the water and Blaine immediately reached up and pulled him down into the water with him. As he surfaced he could hear his dad yelling out to them and he could hear the fireworks above them; he could hear Blaine's laughter and heartbeat with how close he was. Blaine looked down at him then, and Kurt smiled back up at him.

"I'm going to kiss you now," Blaine said, then leaned down and proceeded to do just that.

There is a light at the end. And I've found mine.

The end.

Author's notes: You guys, it's over! I'm crying!

I just want to thank everyone of you who read this story, who alerted it, put it on their favorites, and reviewed it. I love each and every one of you! I really wanted to put this up yesterday, but I wanted you guys to have a nice, happy ending, what with all of the angst you had to read through to get to it. I hope that the ending was to your liking!

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