Castaways

Chapter 3

Day 4

"Why haven't they found us yet?"

"The Pacific is big?"

"I know that Blaine, but they should have a good idea where to look."

Kurt was trying his very best, but every single day he spent on this island he felt his apprehension growing. In the few days that had been on the island they had not seen a ship or a low flying plane at all, and it was beginning to make him very concerned. For an entire plane to crash in the Pacific had to be big news back home especially considering two moderately famous celebrities were on board. Kurt missed New York, he missed his work, he missed feeling clean and well fed, and his tropical paradise was turning into his own purgatory. But at least he had Blaine there to suffer with him.

They had spent their time exploring the island, making signal fires on the beach, and looking for food. The hard shells of Blaine's coconuts worked well as bowl once the fruit was removed which made Kurt feel like he was on Gilligan's Island. He could definitely sympathize with the characters' desperation to get off their island. But of course that was fictional and the actors were not really stranded on a tropical island and Kurt was.

The one thing they had not accomplished yet was to find any sort of protein. Of course there were fish in the ocean, but catching them was a challenge when you had no equipment. Blaine had made a rudimentary spear using a bamboo pole with a sharp rock attached using long strips of palm leaves. It held on, but neither of them knew if it would hold up. He was working on finishing the second spear while Kurt gathered fruit and stoked the fire.

"I can't imagine we'll be stuck here forever," Blaine said, as he tied off the sharp point of the rock to the spear.

"But what if we are?" Kurt asked, daring to ask the question that scared him the most.

"Then we live our lives to the fullest, the best we can," Blaine told him.

"My father has a heart condition," Kurt said nervously. "I hope this stress doesn't kill him."

Blaine set aside the spear and leaned over to put a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Don't think about that, it will drive you nuts. I'm sorry about your father though."

Kurt nodded, and decided to change the subject. "What is your family like?"

Blaine hesitated a moment before answering. "I've never been extremely close with my parents because they came from old money and I was most raised by a nanny. And then when I came out my relationships with them grew worse, and then when I decided to become a singer it deteriorated even further. I don't exactly talk to them very much."

"I'm sorry," Kurt said, not able to imagine what it would be like to have unsupportive parents.

"It's not your fault," Blaine said. "At least I have my brother Cooper; he's always good for a laugh. And he decided to become an actor so my parents are kind of annoyed with him too. He does those jingles for free credit rating today dot com."

Kurt's eyes lit up, "I love those commercials!"

Blaine laughed, "He would be happy to hear you say that."

"So your parents don't care that you are both famous? That you both are doing careers you love," Kurt asked.

Blaine shook his head, "Acting and singing are not proper professions to them. They think a job like that won't pay the bills and only a proper job like being a lawyer or doctor is good enough."

"Wow," Kurt replied, disbelievingly. "That must be hard."

Blaine shrugged, "I'm over it. I make way more than a doctor or a lawyer so the joke is on them. What about your parents, do they support you being a fashion designer?"

"My Mom died when I was eight," Kurt said. "But my father has always been supportive of everything I am or want. I also have a great step-mother and step-brother."

Blaine grinned wide at Kurt and then motioned towards the two finished spears next to him. "What do you say we try to get some fish for dinner?"

"I say that is a great idea Mr. Anderson," Kurt said.

"Your spear Mr. Hummel," Blaine said handing Kurt one of the bamboo poles.

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Fishing as it turned out was much more difficult them either of them anticipated. Unfortunately their spears were not exactly the most durable, so they didn't hold together well in the salt water causing them to stop and fix them before attempting to go further. Fishing itself was yet another problem. The fish would come in close, and neither Kurt or Blaine were quick enough to manage to stab them.

"We're getting nowhere with this," Kurt complained. "I'm beginning to think we're never going to catch one."

Blaine didn't answer him, but instead stabbed down in the water quickly only for it to come back up empty. "What I would give for a fishing pole," he muttered.

"What I would give for a grocery store," Kurt countered.

"A burger," Blaine said, grinning.

"A good salad," Kurt replied, smiling back at Blaine.

"Coffee," Blaine said dreamily.

"Coffee," Kurt agreed, nearly swooning. "I've never gone this long without caffeine."

Suddenly Kurt felt something move past his foot and without thinking he drove the spear point down. To his surprise he suddenly felt the staff shift violently and he quickly pulled up the tip of the staff to see a wriggling silver fish at the end of his spear.

"I got one," Kurt gasped, his eyes wide. "I can't believe I actually caught one."

He jumped up and down a few times in excitement and Blaine wrapped him up in a swift embrace out of pure exuberance.

"I knew one of us would get one," Blaine said, pulling away. "We can actually have a decent dinner tonight."

It was at this moment that a wave caught both of them unsuspectingly and the weight of the spear in Kurt's hand made him lose his balance and he fell forward slamming into Blaine. The other man grabbed Kurt to keep himself from falling backwards. Kurt suddenly found himself staring into Blaine's intense hazel eyes which were insanely close. He could feel his warm breath on his cheek, and he could see Blaine's perfectly pink lips that were only inches from his own. But in the next second Blaine pulled away and steadied Kurt.

"Well I think is time to go make our fish," Blaine said, looking at the fish on Kurt's spear. "The tide is starting to come in."

Kurt followed Blaine out of the water as his mind spun with their recent proximity. He couldn't have a crush on Blaine, he told himself. They were stranded on an island and survival from day to day was a big enough chore. As much as he had wanted to kiss Blaine in that lost moment he knew it would've been a huge mistake. A relationship wasn't a smart move in any case; their friendship was more important right now. But he couldn't stop his mind from thinking of the handsome singer in a whole new light.