Kurt slid his half dead cell phone from his pocket of his coat. An "X" still remained over the service bars, he sighed in defeat. The time read 1:34 AM. The car was dark and the air was silent besides the gust of wind that occurred every few seconds.

Kurt knew it was crazy considering the unnumbered inches of snow and the low temperature, but he was still afraid of the unknown place around him. What if some killer was around and broke in the car and he got attacked. Kurt had seen enough horror films to know that this is something that could occur. He was alone and unarmed. Well Blaine was there but would he help? What would he do? Would he protect Kurt or leave him to die?

Kurt shook the thought from his mind. Impossible. He is overthinking too much. There is clearly a higher possibility of him freezing to death then getting murdered by a killer at this moment in time.

Kurt eyes felt heavy. He was so tired, but he was afraid to sleep. If Blaine was correct about him having a concussion then he didn't want to fall asleep. He has watched the news and heard about the stories of people going to sleep with a concussion and then never waking up again. He didn't really want to die. Although, he always thought that dying in his sleep was the best way to go. And the odds didn't seem in his favor. He needed to stay awake. He yawned and felt a bit too comfortable for his own good.

He glanced over at Blaine once again. The boy remained sleeping. He curls laid askew across his head and he was scrunched up inside his jacket. He face seemed calm now as if the nightmare had ended and nothing had replaced it.

Kurt felt his iPhone heavy in his pocket and he wondered if music would disturb the sleeping boy. But he didn't really think too much of it, because he needed it to stay awake. It was the only thing that he had. It didn't matter if he wasted the battery. There was no service or any means of contact with it. Why no use the rest of the battery on something he loves?

He pulled the phone from his pocket, unlocked it swiftly and scrolled through his songs library. He hit shuffle and the soothing sounds of Let It Be by The Beatles had begun to dance through the silent car. It was a slow song essentially making anyone tired, but not Kurt. It made him awake and more asserted with his surrounding and he couldn't help but begin to sing along.

"When I find myself in times of trouble, Mother Mary comes to me. Speaking words of wisdom, let it be. And in my hour of darkness she is standing right in from of me, speaking words of wisdom, let it be…" Kurt sung quietly under his breath as he began to think about his mother. This song always made him think of her. She was magnificent. Wise and so young when she died. It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair that Kurt only got little time with her. Young people shouldn't die. No one should die, but it is absolutely not fair when someone so young dies. They are so inexperienced. They didn't get to live the life they should have. Kurt swallowed hard ignoring the stinging feeling in his eye.

That was Kurt's fate. He couldn't deny it anymore. They, Blaine and him, they were stranded. Kurt could only hope that there was someone out there looking for them. But it wasn't something he could be positive of. He did not want to die so young. It wasn't fair to anyone. Not just himself. But it wasn't fair to his father. His father wouldn't be able to handle it. First his wife then his son. People would pity him. And Carole, Finn, Mercedes, Rachel what about them. How would they take it?

Rachel and him had so many plans for the future. If he was gone then what would that do to her; besides messing everything up. He couldn't put all of them through that. But he didn't have control over this.

The song finished and turned to something more upbeat.

"You have a great singing voice." Kurt jumped his hand flying to his heart and eyes darting to Blaine. He was awake and looking directly at him with an awe struck expression.

"I- uh- didn't mean to scare you." Blaine said silently. Kurt searched for words in his head as he calmed down his racing heart.

"You didn't – I just – I didn't mean to wake you. I was just trying to stay. . ." Kurt trailed off.

"It's okay. You do sing very well. I rather wake to your voice than anything else." Kurt's heart fluttered at Blaine's words, but he quickly put his guard back up.

"That makes someone," Kurt muttered to himself.

"Do you know what time it is? My phone died sometime when I was asleep…" Blaine asked either ignoring Kurt's comment or just didn't hear it at all. Kurt nodded licking the button for the screen to light back up.

"1:56." Blaine let out a low whistle.

"Wow, I slept for a while." Blaine commented glancing up at Kurt. "Did you?" Kurt shook his head no. "You can sleep, you know?" Kurt nodded and only the music was found between them.

Kurt turned to the dark frosty window and frowned. He didn't want to be in this disaster. He was going to die, it was obvious now. They weren't going to be found. He twisted his mind to make this a good thing. He technically needed and escape anyway and this seemed to be it. Everything could end here. Freezing to death.

"Do you…" Kurt quickly closed his mouth letting his mind question his choices. Blaine shifted beside him and Kurt decided this was his chance. "Do you ever think about dying? Kurt turned to see Blaine's surprised look, but that wasn't what he found. Blaine face, instead, was calm staring at Kurt with a strong gaze screeching for something.

"Yes," Blaine gave a short reply. Kurt pursed his lips with a nod and looked back at the window.

"More then I probably should," Blaine added. "It seems like such an easy thing. Dying and leaving. Simple. Easy. But it is then too far away to grasp." Kurt listened drinking in every word and ignoring the sting in his eyes because Blaine understood more than Kurt thought.

Kurt was running. Running fast. He wasn't sure why he was running. He couldn't remember everything was dark around him. Pitch black. He couldn't see anything, not even his hand in front of his face.

"Kurt!" He froze in place looking around in the dark and there was nothing. The voice was lost in the abyss. He tried to scream to the voice but nothing.

"Kurt," the voice repeated, beckoning him to follow. But the direction was lost. Unknown to the shadows. So he ran. Ran in any direction or perhaps complete circles.

"Kurt! Kurt, wake up!" the voice was louder. He must be going to the right way. "Kurt, wake up!"

Kurt's eyes shot open. Frantically looking around. It was a dream. He fell asleep. He flinched back from Blaine's closeness. He had moved over next to Kurt on hand on Kurt's knee and the other upon his shoulder.

"What?" Kurt didn't understand and tried to move back away from Blaine. His eyes looking over Blaine hands. Blaine followed Kurt glance and quickly removed his hands.

"You were having a nightmare. I was just trying to wake you up," Blaine answered his voice on edge. "I wasn't trying to come on to you." Kurt took a deep breath. But what if…

"What if I want you too," Kurt's voice was barely a whisper. Blaine froze looking at looked searching for the joke.

"You don't want me…" Blaine shook his head pulling back further.

"But maybe I do…" Kurt argued.

"You don't want me to do anything to you. Not even touch you. You have been pushing me away for that last two weeks. You are saying things you don't mean."

Kurt looked away, "Listen Blaine… we have been sitting in this car for hours and I knew you, you would have already attacked me."

"I wouldn't have…" Kurt shook his head telling him to stop.

"We are going to die here. It has been hours and no one has come and found us ye. I personally, don't know how much more of this cold weather I can handle." Kurt paused; his mouth feeling dry. "Can- Santana said something to me last week. And maybe I think it should… I want…" Kurt took a deep breath calming his nerves. "I see the touch of the finger tips and the longing looks. But Santana's right. I want to know what it feels like. Before I die. All of it. Kissing. Gentle touches. Sex." Kurt felt his cheeks heat up. "I don't want to die without knowing. "

Blaine frowned, "Kurt, we are not going to die."

"Blaine! Look at the odds. Please. Just do this." Blaine looked away for a second and back at Kurt.

"But," Blaine placed his hand on Kurt's face moving closer. "You can't just give yourself away. Especially to someone like me." Kurt's eye looked down to Blaine's lips before meeting with his eyes again.

"What other choice do I have?" Kurt whispered and their lips met in a small simple kiss.

Kurt shivered eyes blinking to meet Blaine's once more. The golden eyes were soft and Blaine sucked in a shaky breath. Kurt couldn't tell what Blaine was thinking but all Kurt wanted to do was kiss again and again. He wanted more.

Blaine's face scrunched up in worry as if he was arguing with himself in his head. But as soon as those golden orbs met Kurt's, Blaine moved in for another kiss. Blaine's hand slipping to the back of Kurt's neck digging deep into his hair pulling his face closer to his own. Kurt wouldn't lie; he was a bit nervous. This was his first, everything. Kissing including. He was surprised how well their mouths fit together. Gliding carefully over one another's. Their noses brushed against each other.

Kurt heart raced with anticipation as Blaine's tongue traced his lips begging for entrance. Kurt obeyed feeling a rush shoot thought his body. Kurt almost, almost, whimpered as Blaine pulled away and Kurt chased after his lips. Blaine leaned against Kurt's forehead sucking in a breath. Kurt eyed him carefully but it wasn't a second later that Blaine's had replaced his soft lips on the other boy's. Kurt's eyes fluttered shut and he began memorizing Blaine's every move and storing it for later.

Blaine removed his hands and grabbed on to Kurt's hands placing them upon his waist. Kurt was glad he had done this for he had no idea what to with them. Blaine then replaced his hands upon Kurt's face shifting closer.

Everything felt so good so different and it made Kurt feel more alive than he had ever been. Bolts of electricity shot through his veins getting his blood boiling. The sensation of kissing, just kissing, was intense, overly amazing. Kurt's gripped tightened on Blaine's sides his finger digging in to the other boy's jacket.

Kurt shivered as Blaine's hand slowly moved down his back landing on his waist while the other remained on his face. The pressure there made Kurt shift facing Blaine as best as he could considering the cramped space of the back seat.

Blaine began nipping at Kurt's bottom lip and Kurt breathing staggered. He felt hot; the air around him heating up like the son on a summer's day. Blaine kissed gently down his jaw and worked at Kurt's neck. Kurt let out a soft moan moving his neck to give Blaine more room and he could feel a smile form on Blaine's face. And the feeling shot straight to his cock.

Blaine's hand moved to Kurt's thigh slowly, teasingly, making its way to lie on his knee. He began sucking harder on Kurt's neck enjoying the short breath and sounds leaving the boys mouth. Kurt stiffened feeling Blaine's hand move back up his thigh lightly and teasingly. Kurt shinned feeling his stomach turn. Blaine gave a slight squeeze a few inches off from Kurt's hard friend. Kurt groaned wanting Blaine to do something. Anything.

Kurt moved one hand to Blaine's shoulder pushing him back letting his other hand move to his ass carefully. Blaine's eyes flapped open and Kurt swooned at his confused/awe struck expression. How his swollen lips were parted a bit and his hair still askew. Kurt pulled Blaine back down for more hungry filled kisses full of tongue and clanking teeth. He squeezed Blaine's ass causing Blaine to moan into the kiss. Kurt's mind blurred and he repeated the action, but pulled Blaine into his lap colliding their hips together causing them both to moan a loud. They drank the feeling treasuring the feeling before the mouths connected.

But this time it was different. They kissed slowly and passionately their hand roaming their clothed bodies. Their hips moving together carefully, pleasurably. Kurt's hands found their way into Blaine's shirt and ran them over the boys abs wishing he could seem them enjoy them in better circumstances. Blaine gasped into Kurt's mouth as he accidentally twisted Blaine's nipple ring. Kurt was turned on even more with every discovery of this boy. He moved his hands back on to Blaine's back pulling their chests together.

Kurt enjoyed the feeling of Blaine on him. It was something different then when Rachel accidently feel asleep on him. Kurt felt powerful being able to make something this way just by the touches of his hands. They kissed slow, tongues roaming and hands feeling what they could. They were so passionate that it was almost like they were in love.

Kurt brought his hands up to the top of Blaine's back and dug his nails in dragging then all the way down before landing on his ass again pushing their hips together roughly. Blaine through his head back gasping. Kurt kissed Blaine's neck with soft kisses.

"Please," he whispered before kissing the boy's Adams apple.

The sun had risen an hour ago but Blaine still remained awake since they finished. Kurt somehow managed to be lying on top of Blaine fully clothed once again. But Blaine didn't seem to mind. He watched Kurt sleep letting his hand run through Kurt's now messy hair. He looked to peaceful so… so… beautiful? Blaine couldn't seem to find the right word to describe what he is seeing or how he feels. Everything seemed different. He let his mind wonder and question what happened and how. But no answers. Everything was surreal.

There was tapping on the roof of the car that made Blaine jump. Wrapping his arms around Kurt's body he listened. There was muffled talking. Someone was there. Someone had found them.

"Kurt," Blaine whispered in his ear before kissing the stop behind it. "Wake up! Someone is outside the car. We're not going to die.

Kurt groaned sleepily feeling extremely tired," You say heard someone?"

"Yeah Kurt, someone found us," Blaine smiled kissing the top of Kurt's head.