Blaine began to stir as the sounds of the crashing surf filled his ears. He glanced around as he lifted himself up off the ground, surprised to see the sun peeking above the horizon. He knew they had fallen asleep just before sunset yesterday, but wasn’t expecting to sleep this long. Apparently his body was more exhausted than he thought, but then again keeping yourself afloat while fighting torrential waves wasn’t easy, let alone supporting someone else as well. He looked over a Kurt, who’d curled up in a ball and was sound asleep under the same tree where he started. The fire had just about died down, but there was still an early chill in the air. He decided he would head into the jungle a ways to see if he could find some more dry wood to keep it going. As impressed as he was with himself for getting it lit the first time, he wasn’t all that positive he could do it again. He began to think about what must be going on back home and how everyones dealing with everything. He knew his mom would be working herself into a panic, but his dad? He really wasn’t sure what he would be like, he never really took much interest in Blaine, especially after the accident with Brianna. Would he even miss him? Probably not!

He began to think about Kurt as he strolled through the trees. Did the boy have family worrying about him? How did his family feel about him? He only knew what he had heard about the boy from the moment he’d arrived, doing his best to avoid him at all cost. He knew Kurt didn’t care for him that much and that was fine with him, the sooner all this was over the better. He wasn’t sure how much time he could take with the other boy. Before he realized it he had made it all the way to the waterfall, reaching down he decided to give his face a quick wash hoping to god it would wake him up and stop his mind from thinking. He stood there kneeling in front of the pool for a few moments, long enough for the water to still allowing him to see his reflection. He could make out the slight tint to his skin that was his facial hair, bring his hand up to rub it. As he did this he noticed something else in the reflection, something in the tree’s above his head.

Spinning around and staring up he could make out what appeared to be a silver pod. Dropping the fire wood he had gathered he rushed over to the tree and began to climb up hoping to get a better look at what it was. About half way up he realized what it was, and tried to climb faster only to fall a few limbs down as the tree limbs holding him up fell to his weight. He jumped down out of the tree and went running towards the shore line where he came.

“Kurt, You gotta come see thi…. Kurt?” Blaine had entered the little clearing where Kurt was and surprised to see the boy sitting up with his knee’s pulled tight to his chest as tears flowed down his face.

“Are you ok? What’s wrong Kurt?”

“I’m fine..really. I woke up and you were gone so I figured I’d just sit here and wait for you to come back but then I got to thinking about my dad. Blaine… do you think he’s handling this ok?”

“Kurt, I don’t’ know your dad so I can’t honestly say anything but I’m sure both our families are doing the best they can. I even bet all those geeky kids from your choir are even there to help.”

“Glee Club, not choir.”

“Whatever, the point is Im sure their fine. I’m more concerned with us right now though, I need you to come with me I found something in the tree’s.”

“Unless you found a hidden air strip to fly us back to Ohio I doubt it’s that great.” Kurt glanced up at the boy standing before him, wiping the tears out of his eyes. He watched how a smirk began to form as Blaine gave him the quizzical look.

“Ok so no! No Airstrip, but I found a plane!” Kurt’s eyes nearly popped out of his head at what he’d just heard. He could feel the relief and happiness flood into him. This would all be over soon.

“Oh my God Blaine, What the hell are we doing here. Lets go!”

Blaine turned and ran back into the jungle with Kurt quickly on his heels. He stopped just short of the waterfall, turning and pointing to the trees. Kurt followed his finger with his eyes until he found the target Blaine was reffering to. All his hopes came crashing down as he saw the remains of the aircraft strung throughout the tree.

“ Blaine… You said a plane.. you DID NOT however say a crashed plane.”

“Seriously Kurt? We walked form the back of this little island to the front yesterday, don’t you think if there was a fully operation plane we would have seen it? Really? Sometimes I wonder If your as smart as they say you are.” Kurt was too emotionally strung out to quip back after that comment.

“I tried to get to the top but I’m to heavy once again. Your gonna have to do it.” It was Kurt’s turn to give Blaine another glare.

“You think I’m going to climb my ass up this tree just to see some broke down wreckage? Think again Anderson!”

“Kurt, Please. There could be something in there we could use, like maybe an old radio or something. Hell don’t be such a queer and just do it already.” Blaine knew as soon as the words left his mouth it was a mistake.

Kurt could feel the blood rushing to his face as his anger was getting the best of him. He wanted more than anything to last out at this boy, and then to storm off into the jungle but that would accomplish absolutely nothing. He knew Blaine had a point about the plane, but hell would freeze over first before he did it for him.

“Well, good luck with that then. Cause this queer is gonna take his little gay ass back to the beach.” With that he turned and headed back in the direction they came. He didn’t stop at their little camp, choosing to instead walk past it and down to the water’s edge sitting in the sand allowing his feet to be engulfed with the surf.

Blaine could only watch as Kurt stormed off away from him. It was not his intention to piss him off but somehow that’s what happened. He knew he wouldn’t be able to get to the top of the tree on his own so he went back to collecting firewood. Once he was back at the camp he stoked the fire up some more, before moving around taking in all of their surrounding before finally settling on what he was looking for. He walked back off to the tree line, grabbing a few Palm branches that had fallen down as well as some bamboo poles lying around before dragging them back to the beach. Kurt could hear the sounds coming from behind him, doing his best to ignore his counterpart. Curiosity finally got the best of him, decided to turn and watch as Blaine fooled around with several of the items he’d found on the ground.

“What on earth are you doing Anderson?”

“I figured if were going to have to stay another night here, we might need something to sleep under. I don’t know about you but it did get chilly last night so I figured we could take this Palm Leaves and use them to tie these poles together here and here as well as down there, then hanging the palm limbs over the top and sides. That should keep out most of the wind if we can get enough palms along the sides. That will just leave the front opened for us facing the fire.”

Kurt ran over the idea in his head and how the boy described it, realizing that it might just actually work.

“I’ll tell you what, you work on this Mr. Engineer, I’ll see if I can’t gather up something to eat.”


The shelter took most of the day to complete but was finally finished right at sunset. Blaine climbed under the lttle shelter they had created, crossing his legs and staring at the fire. Kurt had spent most of the day gathering different types of fruits from around the Island. Most of them pretty common but a few of them neither of the boys had ever tried. After they ate there fill, avoiding the new fruit, the sat side by side allowing the warmth of the fire fill them.

“Under normal circumstances I would consider this a nice vacation spot. Its relaxing, quiet, and absolutely no stress. Sure there’s the chance no one will find us, but for some odd reason that doesn’t bother me right now. I know it should, my Dad is prolly working himself into an early grave worrying about me. We’ve only had each other since my mom passed until he remarried last year. Her name is Carole, she’s Finn Hudson’s Mom. She’s wonderful to him, I mean sure she could use a makeover but who…..” Kurt was startled as he felt the shorter boys head fall onto his shoulder. He glanced down and watched as Blaine’s chest moved at a steady rate, allowing a steady stream of breathing. He’d apparently worked himself into exhaustion until he couldn’t stay awake any longer. Kurt was afraid to move, but couldn’t help himself from staring at the sleeping boy on his shoulder. In another life, In another time, he could see himself crushing on this boy.. but it was thoughts like that he couldn’t allow himself to have. Nothing good ever came from them. He brought his attention back to the fire continuing on with his story even though Blaine wasn’t listening, it just felt good to talk to someone for a change, even if that person was fast asleep.

**
Carole sat in the crowded office along with Lisa Anderson as well as Miss Pillsbury, and Principle Figgins. Burt was still in ICU so that left Carole to tend to all the business in his place. She looked around at the faces around her and could tell that she wasn’t the only one loosing sleep over all this.

“No the Authorities there have assured us they will keep searching, but at this point the likely hood of anything turning up on very low. The fact is Both boys were caught in a violent storm, neither of them with any type of flotation device. It is possible for one to keep themselves afloat, but only for so long. We must start to consider the possibility that the boys are gone.” Lisa Anderson broke down in tears again, allowing Miss Pillsbury to put her arm around her in an effort to comfort her. Figgins knew his words would not be welcomed but they were truth. He had been on the phone for several hours with both the American Embassy as well as The Board of Education.

“Now Mrs. Hummel. I understand you are acting as guardian here for Kurt since his Father is unable to attend. I heard about his Heart Attack and I am truly sorry for your family. I can’t imagine what your going through. Mrs. Anderson, I was informed before you got here that your husbands Plane has arrived and he has joined up with two of my teachers there to assist in any way they can. This is going to be a rough time for your families, but also for those friends of the two boys. We like to consider ourselves here a McKinely to be caring of our pupils, and would like to offer our services for anything needed in this process.”

“Thank you Principle Figgins. Its greatly appreciated. My other son, Finn, has been in contact with most of Kurt’s friends and I believe most are at my house right now. Mrs. Anderson?”

The teary eyed women looked over at her, and Carole could tell she was doing all she could to be strong.

“Lisa… please call me Lisa.”

“Lisa, Do you have anyone you can be with? I mean since your husband is gone?”

“My oldest son, Cooper, Is flying in later this week. My Daughter, will arriving tommrow evening so its just me tonight.”

“No, absolutely not. You will come home with me, This is just as hard on you as it is for us. Besides, that way if there’s some new information we’ll be together to hear it.. for better or worse.”

“Yes… Thank you, that would be nice.”


**

Brianna couldn’t bring herself to leave her room after she got the phone call from her mom. She had spent more of her time googling information on the tropics as well as survivability raters and percentages. She knew the odds for her brother and the other boy weren’t good but she refused to give up. Blaine never once gave up on her and she wouldn’t do the same to him. After the accident, he was with her through all the ups and downs, he was her big brother and he just couldn’t be gone. She couldn’t bring herself to look up the other boy too, it was hard enough connect one face with this, let alone someone else. She heard the familiar buzz of her phone, reaching across her desk to answer smiling as she realized it was her other brother.

“Hey Coop.. have you….heard anything else?” She was almost to afraid to ask, or rather more afraid of what the answer would be.

“Sorry Bri, I haven’t. When are you going home?”

“The school is taking me to the airport tomorrow so I should be back tomorrow night sometime. What about yourself?”

“ The closest plane ticket I could get was at the end of the week. They put me on a waiting list if someone cancels but that’s unlikely. Have you spoke to mom or dad?”

“I spoke to mom a little while ago. She’s staying tonight with a Carole Hummel? She’s the other boys step mother.”


“Good I was afraid she was going to be alone to deal with this. I don’t know what dad was thinking, there’s nothing he can do, he shouldn’t have left her and run off like that!”

“You know how dad is Coop, he won’t accept any answer he doesn’t like unless he can be apart of it and no for fact it’s the truth. Besides the shocker isn’t that he left mom, its that he went at all.”

“Dad has his faults, especially with Blaine. But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t love him any less. Come on now sis you know how dad is, everything has to be perfect or he doesn’t want to accept it.” Cooper realized what he said, and regretted the entire conversation.

“Im sorry Bri.. I wasn’t thinking. I didn’t mean…”

“Its ok Coop.. I know. Goodnight.”

“G’nite Bri.”

She closed her cell setting it beside her computer, deciding that everything was to much to deal with and she needed sleep. She spun her chair around reaching for the crutches that were propped up next to her. She lifted herself up off the chair, all her weight on her right leg, crossing the room before sitting on her bed. It’d been two years since the accident, but not a day went by that she didn’t look down and expect to see two legs instead of the only one she was left with.