Castaways

Day 1

I need a vacation.

That had been Kurt Hummel's mantra for months as he slaved away over fabrics and designs, working so much that he nearly passed out at the end of every day. He had been pushing himself for months ever since he started working on his new line, and now it had finally been premiered in one of New York's most prestigious fashion shows, Kurt could finally concentrate on himself. He was in desperate need for a break, and he was bound and determined to go somewhere far a much needed break.

Kurt had planned to make a visit to his hometown of Lima, Ohio to visit with his family and friends who still lived there, but even going there didn't seem like the vacation he was longing for. He wanted to see new scenery, see a new sky, and see the ocean for a change instead of the stinky Hudson River. And when he received an advertisement in the mail for vacations in Tahiti, he had made his decision. He spoke with a travel agent at once and it wasn't long before he was book for two weeks at a beach side resort thousands of miles from everything he'd ever known.

The first day of travel was long and tiring. Kurt had needed to take a flight out to California, then another one to New Zealand before he was finally on a small plane that would take him to the small island's capital of Papeete. He was exhausted from the hours of traveling and knew that the first thing he would do as soon as he reached his hotel would be to crash into the bed for a long sleep.

"Excuse me."

Kurt looked up to see the most stunning hazel eyes he'd ever seen attached to the face of a handsome young man who was incredibly gorgeous. He couldn't help it that suddenly he felt his heart start racing.

Kurt finally managed to speak, "Yes?"

"You're in my seat," the man told him.

Kurt flushed, "Sorry about that." He stood and shifted as the man squeezed past him and took the seat by the window.

"No problem," the guy said, smiling up at him and holding out a hand. "I'm Blaine."

"Kurt," he replied, shaking his hand. And then it all clicked at once as Kurt matched the name with the face together. "You're that singer!" he gasped.

Blaine grinned, "You caught me, guilty as charged."

"Why are you going to Tahiti?" Kurt asked, suddenly feeling bold.

"I just need to get away," Blaine replied honestly.

"I know what you mean," Kurt muttered. "I really need a vacation."

"What from?" Blaine asked, curious.

"I'm a fashion designer," Kurt told him. "My new line is finally complete so I wanted to get away before I go back to the chaos."

Blaine looked at him pensively, "Kurt," he mused. "Are you Kurt Hummel by any chance?"

"You've heard of me?" Kurt asked in surprise.

"I read Vogue," Blaine replied, rolling his eyes. "How could I not read about the newest prodigy of fashion?"

"You read Vogue?" Kurt repeated.

"Don't all gay guys read it?" Blaine remarked with a chuckle.

Kurt looked away his face flushing, but just as he was about to say something else, the captain came across the intercom to announce their departure from the Auckland airport. When Kurt turned back to look at Blaine, he found that the other man now had earpods in his ears and was listening to something on his Ipod. Kurt suppressed the urge to roll his eyes and pulled out his copy of Vogue.

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Day 2

Kurt was jolted awake a few hours later, and when he blearily looked up and realized that the seatbelt sign was lit. He strapped himself in and winced as he felt more turbulence. It was not something he ever liked, but Kurt knew it was something to expect when traveling. He glanced at Blaine next to him and saw that the man was sleeping peacefully and looking incredibly adorable. Kurt mentally berated himself and looked away. And that was when the plane started to shake in earnest.

He didn't realize it at first but before long Kurt's hands were hurting because of how tightly he was gripping the armrests. The captain made an announcement saying that it was normal turbulence, but even after that the plane continued to shake as if they were in a blender.

Then an even stranger sound then and the plane took a sudden dip as they suddenly lost altitude. A second later the oxygen masks fell down from their overhead compartments. This wasn't happening Kurt told himself, but even as the dawning horror registered on his face he froze. It wasn't until he felt warm hands positioning the mask across his face, and Kurt was breathing in the oxygen that his mind finally woke up. He looked at Blaine who was watching him nervously and wearing his own mask.

"Are we going to crash?" Kurt asked through the mask, terror welling in his chest as he heard his own words.

Blaine didn't answer him, but his face was all the answer he needed.

Kurt felt hot tears suddenly trickle down his face as the fear of his own mortality finally hit him.

"I don't want to die."

And that was when everything went black.

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The first thing he realized when he came into consciousness was that he was sore from head to toe. On top of that his head felt strange, there was an awful taste in his mouth, and his eyes even felt too heavy to open.

"Did I get wasted?" his muddled mind wondered.

And then he heard the sound of gentle waves crashing against the shore. It was a sound that he wanted to hear for such a long time, and now here he was in Tahi–wait a minute!

Kurt sat up and immediately winced, feeling like his head was about to explode. He was sitting on a beautiful white sand beach with palm trees gently waving in the breeze. Down in the surf he could see turquoise water so clear that he could see the coral reef not far from the shore. Despite the pain in his head he stood up shakily and looked around. He was alone on the beach with no signs of other people present as far as he could see. He pulled out his Iphone from his pocket only to see that the screen had a huge crack and was obviously broken beyond repair.

Kurt angrily slid the phone back into his pocket as he surveyed his clothes. What was once an impressive designer outfit was now an outfit that looked washed out, worn, and ripped in places. He was even still damp as though he had taken a swim with all of his clothes on. Kurt's hair was flat and his bangs were plastered across his forehead which was definitely a bad hair day for him. His skin was gritty and felt awful and Kurt knew he was going to have to do a thorough moisturizing treatment on his skin when he reached civilization.

The plane! Kurt gasped as his foggy memories finally returned to him. The plane was going down, crashing, and now here he was on some strange little island all by himself. He didn't even remember the crash itself, which was a huge blank in his memory. He was alive though, and that was at least something. He started walking down the beach, looking for any signs of life. Kurt could see birds, a lizard and a tremendous amount of bugs, but he was alone. There weren't any houses, telephone lines, or roads to be seen. And after a little walk he realized just how tiny the island actually was.

Kurt froze as a horrifying thought crossed his mind that threatened to suffocate him at once. He was the only survivor of the plane crash. He was alone on a deserted island, he was marooned just like Tom Hanks in Castaway and he didn't even have a Wilson around to keep him sane.

Kurt was stranded on an island with no way to contact home. There was no way he could stop the tears that flowed as he slid to the ground terrified and very much alone.