Hey everyone :D

Sorry it's so short, I've been so busy with schoolwork and I've started another fic as well, which was bad of me…sorry! :'(

But hopefully this is a nice, quick bit of fluff :')

Hope you still enjoy! PVG24601xxx

Dear Diary,

Although it has been more than a month since that night, only now can I bear to talk of write about it.

I will tell the story. I will write exactly what happened on that night; who lived, who died, who was a hero, who was a coward. I know it will help me-but it's so hard.

Just writing those words: he's gone.

There are no words. My sweet boy is gone.

As it always did, even after the most extraordinary incidents, after night, there came morning, weak sun bleeding through the curtains, casting shadows and pools of light through the room. They cut across Blaine's face-and his eyes slowly opened. And before he'd so much as moved-his face broke into a huge smile.

Last night had been the most wonderful night of Blaine's life. He couldn't believe it. He was Kurt's and Kurt was his. At last, Blaine had found him.

They'd talked all night, conversation broken up by sweet, meaningful kisses. Gently, he'd encouraged Kurt to talk, and his shyness had gradually fallen away, until it felt like they'd known each other forever. Everything about Kurt delighted him, and he fell more and more in love with him. From Kurt's silver bell-like laughter, to his down-cast eyes when he told Blaine his mother had died when he was very young. He loved him more and more, and had finally fallen asleep in the small hours, knowing that Kurt was the only man in the world for him.

Blaine looked across the bed, hoping to see Kurt still perched on the end of the bed, fast asleep against the bedpost as he had been when Blaine closed his eyes last night. But there was no one else in the room. Worriedly, Blaine looked around-then remembered. Of course. Kurt still had to work. Blaine had completely forgotten that he was in fact a crew member.

But not for long. When they reached New York, Blaine would take care of him, look after him properly. He'd never stop until Kurt achieved his Broadway dream. And he'd do everything in his power to make Kurt happy until the day he died.

Humming joyfully to himself, Blaine dressed, wondering where best on this ship to find Kurt. He'd search all day, if he had to. But he didn't even have to leave the room. The moment Blaine had knotted his tie, there was a knock at the door. A small, shy knock. Heart filling, Blaine hurried to open it-and there he was. There stood Kurt, his eyes shining as he looked back at Blaine. He was dressed in his smart uniform, a tea towel tied around his waist, with a tray of a silver coffee pot and cups in his hands. There was a small smile on his face, as he raised an eyebrow. "Good morning, sir. Coffee?" he asked innocently, grin stretching cheekily and adorably.

Blaine laughed, kissing him squarely on the lips. "Bit past that now, hey?"

Kurt giggled prettily. "I swapped around routes with someone, so I could see you," He looked nervously behind him, where a large trolley of similar trays was waiting. "I can't stop long,"

Blaine thought for a second. "Hang on," He stepped out of the room, closing the door behind him, and took a tea towel embossed with the White Star logo off of the trolley. Grinning at Kurt's surprised face, he tied it around his waist, just like Kurt's. "There," he smiled, raising an eyebrow. He made a "Shh!" gesture and picking up a tray.

Kurt paused-then looked amazed. "Blaine?"

"Why not? I'll give you a hand. It'll be quicker,"

"Are you sure?"

"Positive," Blaine winked at him. "It'll be fun,"

And so, choosing rooms where the occupants didn't know him, Blaine helped Kurt deliver the morning coffee. And it was fun. There was definitely a thrill, knowing that he could be recognised at any time. Blaine had never worked a day in his life, so it was certainly a novelty. He was surprised-no one batted an eyelid at him. Not one of the first-class passengers, some of whom he'd sat feet away from the previous day, paid the slightest bit of attention to the boy bringing them coffee. It was sort of funny-but a little sad at the same time, seeing from the point of view of a crew member how little the higher classes regarded them.

The best bit, of course, was doing it with Kurt. In the corridors, they exchanged small, witty remarks, glances, even a few brief kisses. There seemed to be more of a spring in Kurt's step today, humming softly under his breath as he worked. Blaine still couldn't believe it.

It was almost too good to be true.


"Listen!"

Suddenly, Rachel grabbed Louise's hand, where they had been taking a morning stroll through the corridors. They snooped-and suddenly heard a burst of laughter from just up ahead. Pure, joyful, a little mad laughter. Not the sound one usually heard amongst first-class cabins.

What's more-Rachel recognised one of the voices.

Still gripping onto each other, Rachel slowly lead her companion forward, until they were hidden just around a corner. Without making a sound-the girls noiselessly edged their heads around the vertex in the hall, so they could see.

For a second, Rachel couldn't believe it. What she thought she could see: her best friend Blaine in a heap on the floor, laughing fit to burst, with a slender, pale boy in waiter's clothes. In a tangle of limbs, they giggled like schoolboys after getting away with a prank.

Then Blaine leant over and kissed him adoringly.

Rachel had never seen her friend look so happy, so elated.

"Awwh!" Louise beamed beside her. "Yes!" She sounded delighted.

And so was Rachel. She'd never been happier for her friend.

Although…there was a little pang. She wished she and Finn could be like this…

What Rachel and Louise did not know-was that they were not alone.

They were not the only people to have seen Kurt and Blaine.

Somebody else had been there.