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It was nearly impossible to get back to the surface again, the current was way too strong for that, and Kurt was far too weak. The chloroform in his system didn't make this easier for him as well, so he was pretty much doomed. Even though he was kicking his legs with all he had, it didn't help that much. He had a feeling that he got dragged deeper down the more he moved.

So he concentrated on trying to communicate with the others instead. Which was easier said than done.

…

Blaine was standing in the lecture hall, trying to tell his demotivated students about Shakespeare's All's Well That Ends Well. Outside, it was getting warmer and warmer, and they were not in the mood for staying inside, day in day out. Blaine felt them, when he was younger, it had pissed him off as well.

Suddenly, none other than Kurt came stumbling over to him. But something seemed to be very, very wrong, Blaine could tell on first sight.

"Kurt?", he asked him worriedly. "Hey, what's wrong?" Only now, he noticed that Kurt was soakingly wet, his lips were blue and he was paler than usually. With an apologetic smile, he turned to his students. "I need to go, guys. But please make sure to read All's Well That Ends Well, pages 68 to 90, and write an analysis of those chapters as well."

With that, he turned around and quickly left the lecture hall, behind him, some of his students sighed a breath of relief. Once outside, he quickly rushed to his office, closed the door behind him – and turned back to Kurt who looked even worse than before. "Kurt, please say something", he pleaded. "Where are you?"

When he asked that sentence, he reopened his eyes – and found himself underwater, tossed around by strong waves. His eyes widened. What the hell happened to Kurt?

"I…I think I'm going to die", Kurt stammered "I don't know how long I can hold on."

"Hey, you won't die, I won't allow it", Blaine said insistently. "Kurt, where are you? I will go get help, immediately."

"No, Blaine, listen", Kurt said to him, looking into his eyes directly. "My boss, Mrs. Wright, she's a Sensate as well. Vince is part of a shady organization that wants to find Sensates and experiment on them. In case I won't make it, I want you to find Mrs. Wright and warn her."

Blaine shook his head fervently. "That's nonsense, Kurt. You will make it, and you will tell her yourself."

"I can't, Blaine", Kurt said weakly and breathlessly "It's only a matter of time until I run out of air and will pass out, and if that happens, it's over for me."

He fell, and Blaine kneeled down next to him and pulled him closer to himself. "Please, Kurt, hold on one little bit, okay?", he pleaded with tears in his eyes, his voice was wavering. "Tina's friend Artie is a computer hacker, he can locate the last location of your phone and-"

Kurt squeezed his hand "It's okay, Blaine", he whispered faintly.

"No, I won't give up on you!" Blaine started sobbing when he realized how serious that situation was. "We…we still had plans, right? We wanted to found a family with tons of kids and grow old together. We wanted to spend the rest of our lives together."

"You will find someone else for that, of that I'm sure", Kurt answered softly and wiped away the tears that were running down Blaine's face. In the meantime, his lips had turned alarmingly white; Blaine didn't want to know what that was supposed to mean.

"But I don't want anyone else, I want you", Blaine cried brokenly. "I always wanted you. Please, Kurt, you can't do that to me. We will find a way to save you, I swear!"

Kurt straightened up a bit and kissed him softly. "Goodbye, Blaine."

"Please, don't leave me", Blaine said desperately. "I need you, more than anything." All of a sudden, Kurt wasn't lying in his arms anymore. The last thing he saw was Kurt floating in the water lifelessly, then, Blaine found himself sitting on his office's floor again.

"Kurt?"

No answer.

"Kurt!", Blaine yelled, but to no avail.

He was gone.

Devastated, Blaine hugged his knees and started crying hysterically, his body was trembling with sobs.

"Blainers? I need to hand in my homework, and I need your…" David who had just entered Blaine's office, noticed his friend's breakdown, his eyes widened in shock. "Hey, what's wrong, Blaine?"

"He…he…he's …" Blaine's hysterical crying made it impossible to end that sentence, and David rushed over to him to pull him into a tight hug.

…

-Two weeks later-

The girls' sobs were almost synchronous when they hugged each other at the Airport of Lima, Ohio.

"I just can't believe it." Tina wiped away her tears "One moment, he was as fit as a fiddle, the next, you learn he's not among us anymore."

Puck, Finn, and Sam were standing next to the girls with expressionless face expressions.

Blaine had stayed silent all the time; his face was pale, his lips nothing more than bloodless lines.

"Something is missing without Porcelain", Santana agreed. Even though she was smiling valiantly, there were tears in her eyes as well.

"Funny that we all didn't meet in person until disaster strikes", Sam muttered quietly. Mercedes took his hand and squeezed it.

"Why did none of us ever wonder where he was all the time?", Rachel asked in the round, her eyes were red and swollen from all the crying. "He was absent for a couple of days, but we were all so caught up with our own problems that we didn't notice, or care." She carefully caressed her abdomen, and Quinn cocked her eyebrows.

"I never would have thought that you would be the second one among us that gets preggers, Berry", she commented, her voice sounded nasal, probably because she had been crying as well.

"Yeah, I always thought it would be Tina", Puck agreed with a faint, humorless smirk.

Tina glared at him after having blown her nose. "Hey!"

"Speaking of which, who's that guy?" Finn pointed at the bodyguard behind her that wore dark shades.

"That's Spencer", Tina answered shortly. "After the Vivian-Kennedy-fiasco, Mike hired him for me. He will follow me around in case people want to stalk me or something." She pointed at a couple of onlookers that were taking photos of her, but at the moment, she couldn't care less about it.

Finn nodded to the exit. "Shall we?"

"Off we go", Santana agreed, trying to sound as if they were on the way to a party even though it was the exact opposite.

…

Finn took a deep breath when he rang the doorbell of his parents' house. His mother opened the door, her eyes were red, so she must have cried as well. Burt had laid his hand on her shoulder, he had dark circles under his eyes as if he didn't sleep for days, what he probably didn't.

"I'm so sorry", Finn choked out when he pulled both of them into a tight hug.

They didn't let go of each other for a long time, and after they finally did, Finn cleared his throat. "There's…there's something else I need to tell you. We need to tell you."

Carole looked at him, confused. "What do you mean, sweetie?"

At that moment, all of Finn's friends came over to the porch.

"Finn?", Burt asked him with his head cocked to the side "Who are those people?"

"We are Finn's and Kurt's friends", Rachel explained and took Finn's hand "And Finn and I are in a relationship."

"Your tact is way off, Manhands", Santana hissed in her head and rolled her eyes. "You can't just go like a bull at a gate."

Mercedes furrowed her eyebrows. "Can't we postpone that, Santana?"

"Actually, we are more than just friends", Quinn explained to Finn's parents. "It's so much more than we can explain. And the circumstances of what happened to Kurt were not really conventional either."

After Burt and Carole had exchanged confused glances, Burt made an inviting hand gesture. "How about you come in and we talk about all this?"

"Yes, I can make us tea and coffee, or whatever you want to drink", Carole added with a warm smile.

"I guess you need something stronger than that", Puck muttered under his breath, and Quinn elbowed him.

…

„So you are telling us that you all have…telepathic powers?", Carole asked the group disbelievingly when they had told them the entire story.

"It's so much more than that", Rachel explained with a faint smile. "And apparently, there are people that want to find people like us and use us for their human experimentations."

Burt had narrowed his eyes. "So these people did that to Kurt?" He clenched his hands to fists. "We need to tell the cops and get those jerks into jail. There is no way they just get away with it."

"I am a cop", Puck pointed out "And as I cop, I can tell you that we need proofs, or else, we are powerless as well. If we interrogate those guys, they will surely deny everything."

"And they will claim that all that was only a tragic accident", Tina added, sounding sad and bitter at the same time. "That Kurt's death wasn't their fault."

"But Kurt is not dead!", Blaine suddenly exclaimed, and Mercedes and Quinn next to him flinched.

For a while, it was dead silent in the living room.

"Blaine, dude, you were the one who has seen it with his own eyes", Sam finally broke the silence tentatively. "You saw yourself how he drowned."

"But I can feel it", Blaine said quietly. "There is something inside me that tells me he is not dead."

Santana threw him a long pitiful glance. "As hard as it is to accept, his dead body is probably already lying on the sea ground, hobbit."

"It's been two weeks, Blaine", Mercedes added broken-heartedly, her voice was breaking. "Two entire weeks where he didn't return. If he was alive, we all would feel it. But none of us can feel the connection to him anymore, so…"

"He is NOT dead!", Blaine yelled and jumped up. "Kurt is not dead, do you understand? Why am I the only one who sees the truth? Why did you all give up on him?"

He turned on his heel and stormed out of the room with tears running down his face.

For a while, nobody knew what to say.

"He and Kurt were a couple", Sam explained quietly. "Blaine told me that he wanted to break up with Vince because of that."

Suddenly, Rachel jumped up as well, her hand in front of her mouth. "I'm sorry but I need to throw up", she said hastily before she rushed out of the room.

"Rachel!", Finn shouted worriedly and followed her out of the room.

Carole and Burt looked confused. "Is she okay?"

"She's pregnant with another dude's baby because she slept with her ex after Finn made out with his now ex-girlfriend", Puck explained. "And that's only the short version of the story."

The married couple exchanged bewildered glances. "Looks as if Finn will have a lot of explaining to do.", Burt muttered.

…

Outside, Blaine took deep breaths and leaned against the wall of the house. Kurt was not dead, goddammit! How he knew that Kurt was alive? He just did, don't ask him, how. His intuition told him that there was more to this story. And he wouldn't give up until he knew exactly what had happened to him.

"Bad day?", someone next to him suddenly asked, and Blaine looked up, startled.

Next to him, a guy was leaning against the wall as well with his arms crossed. He looked attractive with his emerald eyes, his light brown hair, and his pale complexion. Where the hell did he just come from? Blaine was sure that he had been alone all the time.

"You surely wonder where I came from, right, sexy?", that guy spoke up and smirked at him. "The name's Sebastian, I'm a Homo Sensorium, a Sensate as well", he explained.

Blaine was surprised. "But…how is that possible?" Apart from his nine friends, he had never met another Sensate before.

Sebastian laughed. "So the Council of the Elders didn't explain to you how that Sensate thing works right?" He snorted. "That incompetent group of dotards. So, you and I, we are Sensates, right?"

"Right", Blaine nodded slowly.

"Yes, but you are linked to a certain group of people, that's what's called a Cluster", Sebastian went on patiently. "Clusters can be a group of at least three and maximum twelve people. But in some cases, Sensates can also talk to people from other clusters, like in our case."

Blaine frowned, trying to process the information he just learned. "So you are from another Cluster?"

"That's right", Sebastian smirked. "I'm from Chicago, and I guess you are from Lima, right?"

Blaine shook his head. "Okay, I was born in Lima, but I moved to Milwaukee", he explained.

"Nice.", he commented, and Blaine just nodded. He was not in the mood for socializing, but Sebastian didn't seem to get it. "So why are you down, Blaine?"

"My boyfriend went missing", Blaine answered without thinking, wondering whether it was a good idea to tell a stranger about his private life. "And there is no hope he is still alive. He was…is in my Cluster as well."

"I'm sorry" Sebastian genuinely sounded as if he was.

Blaine shook his head. "No offence, Sebastian, you seem to be a nice guy and all, but I'm not in the mood for talking right now." So would you please get lost now? I want to wallow in self-pity, just with me, myself and I.

Sebastian nodded. "Of course. And what if I just keep you company? Sometimes, the presence of another person is soothing enough."

"Okay." Blaine was too down to talk him out of this.

So the two of them were just leaning against the wall, listening to the birds singing beautifully and joyfully. But actually, their good-tempered singing didn't match Blaine's mood at all.

I'm so sorry it ended like that *CryingMyEyesOut*

Please don't hate me now...