Blaine woke up to blue eyes smiling down at him, full of love and affection, and he wrapped his arms around Kurt tight to kiss him deeply.

"Mmmmm...you have just made one of my dreams come true." Blaine smiled up at Kurt, loving how rumpled he looked from sleeping.

Kurt chuckled, laying his head down on Blaine's chest. "Oh really?"

Blaine nodded, running his hands down Kurt's bare back. "I thought about it from our first night in Paris. That I'd love to wake up to your blue eyes."

"Mmmm...I like that. What else did you want?" Kurt snuggled closer, his arms around Blaine's chest.

His hands were tracing along Kurt's shoulders and arms now. "How I wanted to have you in a large comfortable bed and be able to explore your body for hours."

Kurt propped his chin on his hand, looking up at Blaine. "You did that last night, I seem to recall." His look was very warm.

Blaine nodded. "I also wanted to eat breakfast with you and steal kisses." He stretched his arms out over his head, arching his back. Kurt just shifted along with his motions, placing a kiss on Blaine's chest when he settled back down. "And to cuddle by a fire while we read books."

"Oh, I love that last one! I love reading." Kurt's eyes brightened even more.

Blaine chuckled. "I can tell. You are always using long words like claustrophobic in regular conversation. You had a pretty good education."

"Well, we wouldn't want you hand fasted to a dolt, now would we? I was wondering what we should call each other, though." Kurt rolled over and pulled the sheet up to his chest. The curtains around the bed made it a snug little cocoon for just the two of them, the only light coming in from the opening they had left for fresh air.

"Hand fasters? Hand fastees? Boyfriends?" Blaine suggested, chuckling at Kurt's head shakes at the answers. "Husbands?"

Kurt froze at that, and looked at Blaine. "Is that how you feel? Like we are married?"

Blaine nodded slowly. "Yes, I do." He chuckled at the words. "But seriously Kurt, I know our ritual, our ceremony, last night... Well, it was a little ad hoc and it was only the two of us.... But I know we both meant every single word we said. They were straight from the heart and real. And that means a lot more to me than standing up in a church reciting someone else's words."

Kurt leaned closer until their foreheads touched. "I feel the same way. I feel so bonded to you." He closed his eyes and kissed Blaine. When he opened his eyes, there was a mischievous glint in them. "And we certainly consummated our vows quite thoroughly." 

Chuckling, Blaine looked to the bed stand for his pocket watch to check the time, but then remembered it was Kurt's now, and probably still in his vest. 

"Do you mind if I grab your watch from your vest? Just need to check the time." Blaine asked Kurt, who shook his head. Rolling to the edge of the bed, he saw the vest on the chair and was able to reach it without getting out of bed. He let out a small yelp when he felt Kurt's hand running over the curve of his ass.

"Sorry." Kurt smirked when Blaine laid back, his face one of complete innocence. "Your ass is so beautiful and round, and you were flaunting it right in front of me. Don't be surprised if I can't resist such flagrant displays of skin."

"Flagrant." Blaine chuckled as he opened the watch. "See, who says 'Flagrant' except exceptionally smart and well-read men like you?" He closed the watch and put it on the molding ledge. 

"What time is it anyways? I need some time to eat and get ready before work." Kurt curled up against Blaine's side.

"9:10. I need to be at breakfast by 10:00 at the latest. There's a 10:30 church service I need to attend." Blaine looked over at Kurt. "Do you have a service onboard you can attend?"

Kurt yawned. "I think there is one probably in the 3rd class General Room. I'm not much of a church person though."

Blaine was surprised. He'd never heard of someone not going to church on Sundays. "You're not? Are you religious at all?" 

Shrugging, Kurt leaned back against the pillows. "My family is German, so we are Lutherans. Some people in the family go to church, but a lot of us just read the Bible ourselves. It's more about faith than the church for us." 

Blaine just shook his head, chuckling. "You are never boring, just like I said before, Kurt. There aren't many societal norms you don't question, are there?"

Kurt tilted his head to the side a bit, considering. "Well, when I realized I liked boys instead of girls, I realized I wasn't made from the same mold as everyone else. My life will never fit that idealized one, so I might as well make a life that fits me. Why should I be a part of a church that doesn't accept me? But let's not get into all that now. You better get up and go." Kurt gave Blaine a little push. 

Blaine resisted, lying back down on the bed and taking Kurt's hand. "Wait, what's the plan for today, husband?" 

Kurt squeezed Blaine's hand. "Well, this husband has to work. Want to meet up after?"

Blaine made a funny face. "I kind of have this thing with Kitty, but I can cancel it."

"What kind of thing?" Kurt chuckled.

"She has some gathering planned in the library for the young first-class passengers. We'll probably play cards or charades or something." Blaine shrugged.

Kurt sat up, stretching his back. "How about you go to that and we meet up after? I could use an after work nap as I didn't get much sleep last night for some reason." He smirked down at Blaine.

Blaine sat up too. "OK, I have an idea. Can you meet me at midnight by the Cupid statue at the bottom of the first-class stairs?"

"Midnight? What should I wear?" Kurt smoothed his hand over Blaine's shoulder where there was a little love bite. 

"That black suit you wore as Ludwig will be good." He yawned and stretched. "I'll have a long nap this afternoon to catch up on my sleep. But Kurt, should I even go to this thing with Kitty if we are making other plans for our future together?"

Kurt smiled, and kissed Blaine lightly. "We have the rest of this trip to figure out what we'll do after we get to New York. For now, just stick to your normal schedule and I'll stick to mine."

Blaine got out of bed after a final, long kiss and headed to the washroom.  Through the door, he could hear Kurt singing to himself,  "You made me love you, I didn't want to do it, I didn't want to do it..." And he could hardly shave his face, he was smiling so much.

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Kurt pulled at his suit, making sure it was sitting straight as he walked down the hall. He'd never been in this section of the ship before, and it was always a little unnerving to be in first-class areas on his own. He always half-expected a heavy hand to land on his shoulder and haul him to the nearest exit as an intruder.

As he hurried along, he tried to act like he belonged there, sneaking quick glances at the lush decor. There was elaborately carved wood panelling everywhere, and a huge dome of frosted glass arched over the grand staircase. 

It was surprising to see so many people walking around at midnight though. He hadn't been here before, but even to him it seemed strange. He looked around, noticing that they seemed to be agitated. 

Walking down the staircase, he found the behaviour of everyone more and more odd. Blaine was at the base, standing beside the Cupid statue like he'd promised, but he was distracted, watching the people as well. 

Kurt decided to act like a stranger in case Blaine's father was nearby. "Excuse me....Hi...Can I ask you a question?"

Blaine turned, and smiled up at Kurt. He held out his hand. "My name is Blaine."

"Kurt." Kurt said without thinking, as he shook Blaine's hand. He wasn't speaking with a different accent or using a different name tonight. "So, what exactly is going on?"

"It sounds like the ship hit an iceberg and it's pretty bad. I just saw the ship's designer walking by with rolled up blueprints, and he looked pretty grim." Blaine said, pulling Kurt down to stand near him.

Looking around, Kurt could sense the panic, especially in the crew. They were all seasoned seamen, who had worked years on other ships, and to see them looking nervous sent a pit of dread into Kurt's stomach. 

"Should we go up to our lifeboat? I left a blanket in it." Kurt asked softly, biting his lower lip. 

With a final glance around, Blaine nodded his head. He could see the danger here too. He clasped Kurt's hand tight. "Come on, I know a shortcut."

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*** 98 Years Later ***

Kurt pulled at his suit, making sure it was sitting straight as he walked down the hall. He'd never been in this school before, and it was a little unnerving to be here on his own. He half-expected a heavy hand to land on his shoulder and haul him to the nearest exit as an intruder.

As he hurried along, he tried to act like he belonged there, as he snuck quick glances at the lush decor. There was elaborately carved wood panelling everywhere, and a huge dome of frosted glass arched over the grand staircase. 

It was surprising to see so many people running around though. He hadn't been here before, but even to him it seemed odd. He looked around, noticing that they seemed to be very excited about something. 

Walking down the staircase, he found the behaviour of everyone more and more strange. 

Kurt decided to ask someone about it. "Excuse me....Hi...I'm new here. Can I ask you a question?"

A boy with dark hair turned, his wide hazel eyes looking oddly familiar somehow. He smiled up at Kurt and held out his hand. "My name is Blaine."

"Kurt." Kurt said without thinking, as he shook Blaine's hand. "So, what exactly is going on?"

"The Warblers." The hazel-eyed boy replied, and went on to explain about an impromptu concert.

Kurt kept up his side of the conversation, but the whole time he was taking in Blaine's big eyes, his triangular eyebrows, his old-fashioned hairstyle and his full lips, wondering where he knew this boy from. There was such a strong sense of déjà vu.

Then, Blaine grabbed Kurt's hand tight. "Come on, I know a shortcut."

And they were running down a hall together.

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*** 101 Years After Titanic Sinking ***

Blaine stood at the base of the grand staircase, looking up at Kurt with a wide, beautiful smile. "We met right here. I took this man's hand and we ran down that hallway. 

"And for those that know me, I'm not in the habit of taking people's hands I've never met before but I think that my soul knew something that my mind and body didn't know yet. 

"It knew that our hands were meant to hold each others, fearlessly and forever, which is why it's never really felt like I've been getting to know you, it's always felt like I was remembering you from something. 

"As if every lifetime you and I have lived, we've chosen to come back and find each other and fall in love all over again, over and over for all eternity. 

"And I just feel so lucky that I found you so soon in this lifetime because all I want to do, all I've ever wanted to do, is spend my life loving you. 

"So Kurt Hummel, my amazing friend, my one true love, will you marry me?"

Kurt looked from the gold ring to Blaine's beautiful loving eyes, and knew there could only be one answer to this question. "Yes, yes...," he got out, before Blaine was hugging him tight.

*** THE END *** 

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A/N: thanks so much for reading & reviewing & coming on this little trip into the past with me.  :)

If you rec (or dis!) this fic to anyone else, please don't spoil the ending for anybody else. 

Time Jump: Well, I warned you there would be a time jump, didn't i? ;) Looking at when Blaine proposed at Dalton, the 'Love, Love, Love' episode aired in the fall of 2013, but it was when they were screwing around with Glee time, so it actually took place between their Valentine's Day hook-up at Will/Emma's non-wedding, and Blaine's graduation. It's possible that it was April 15, 2013, which would be 101 years and one day after Blaine & Kurt were handfast on the Titanic. 

"The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has enough time." -Rabindranath Tagore 

"...in the few hours we had together, we loved a lifetime's worth." -Sarah Connor in Terminator (1984)

For pictures of the real places and people I reference in this fic, I've created a blog for this story on tumblr at delightful-fear-ocean.tumblr.com and a photo album on my Facebook (Dee Lightful Fear).