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Castaways: Chapter 4


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Story: In Progress - Chapters: 4/? - Created: Feb 22, 2013 - Updated: Dec 04, 2022
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Day 30

It seemed strange for Kurt to think that there had been a time before he lived on this little island in the middle of the South Pacific. His life before had been stressful and he had been on the go all the time, and Kurt had to admit that he used to be a workaholic. He still missed his family like crazy and creature comforts like a bed or his daily coffee, but Kurt had to admit that he was adjusting to life on their little island paradise.

His relationship with Blaine was also changing, with the more time they spent with each other. They had firmly become best friends because of course when you are on a stranded island, beggars can't be choosers. Kurt wasn't totally sure if he would have befriended Blaine if they had not met under such strange circumstances since their lives ran in different circles, but they bonded more daily. Kurt told Blaine things that he rarely told people, about how he felt after his Mom died, how he came out to his Dad, and about how he was bullied in high school by a closeted football player. If there was one thing that Blaine was, he was a great listener.

In the 30 days that they had been stranded on this little island, Blaine and Kurt had truly had to learn how to survive. They had grown skilled at catching fish, starting fires, and building and repairing their bamboo and palm shelter. Every morning they would catch fish and collect fruit and then spend the hottest part of the day relaxing in the shade. Towards dusk they would build up their fire to keep the bugs away and make any repairs they needed for their shelter before feasting before going to bed. Kurt once thought he would hate a life this simple, but there were simple joys to be found in catching his own food, and building the shelter over his head. It was the kind of hard work that Kurt's father tried to instill in him from a young age.

It was another day in paradise just like any other and Kurt and Blaine were sitting under their shelter eating some fruit that Kurt had found that morning.

"Kurt," Blaine said, looking up from his fruit. "Do you think we will ever get off this island?"

"Honestly?" Kurt asked, cautiously and Blaine nodded. "Honestly the longer we are stuck here the less I expect to get rescued. They will only look for us for so long."

Blaine sighed, "I want to be hopeful, but I think you are right."

"We are lucky to have survived the plane crash," Kurt said. "I think we should consider ourselves fortunate even being alive at this point."

"You are right," Blaine agreed. "We have survived a month on this island, I think we can make do as long as we need to."

"I just wish there was a way I could get word back home," Kurt said sadly. "My father will be worried sick, and I told you he has heart problems. I hate not knowing how he is doing."

Before Kurt knew it, the careful facade he had been holding up for the last several days crumbled and he suddenly couldn't stop the onslaught of tears running down his face. Warm arms wrapped around his shoulders and Kurt relaxed in Blaine's embrace. He figured that if he had to get stuck on a deserted island, it was good that it was with a person like Blaine.

Blaine pulled back and smiled at him kindly, "Don't give up hope Kurt, courage. Some day we may actually get off this island and you can see your father again."

Kurt forced a smile and dried his tears, getting any more sentimental would only make him miserable and life was too precious for that. His near death experience with the plane had taught him that tenfold.

"We should get some more fish," Blaine said, looking out at the ocean again. "I don't like the look of those clouds and it might be a good idea to have an early dinner."

Kurt frowned and followed Blaine's gaze to see the dark clouds rolling in from the ocean. He was normally not afraid of storms, but he wasn't usually living under a bamboo shelter. Together they grabbed their spears and waded into the ocean. Time, practice and patience had turned their rudimentary fishing skills into something remarkable and they almost never had trouble catching enough fish to eat. Today was different though.

The water was rough, more so than usual and it was doing everything in its power to sweep Kurt and Blaine away, leaving them to hold hands while they tried to fish one handed. Blaine was successful enough to catch one rather small fish but it became abundantly clear that they would probably go without protein that night. It didn't help that within fifteen minutes of being out in the water, that the clouds decided to burst.

"Come on," Kurt said blinking hard from the rain drenching his cheeks. "We can't do anything else."

Blaine nodded and they made their way carefully back to their shelter. And that was when the winds started, from the moment they reached their shelter it blew apart completely. In addition to that lightning streaked across the sky and the ground rumbled with thunder.

"Hurricane," Kurt wondered fearfully looking up into the ominous sky.

"Let's go," Blaine said, pulling Kurt behind him.

Kurt knew without asking where they were going. During their exploring of their little island, they had discovered a tiny cave that was located pretty much in the center of the island. It would be the only solid roof over their head that they could find in this situation.

Kurt shivered from the rain and the cold that was seeping through him as they rushed to the cave. The storm was moving fast and it was right on them now, no questions about it. Palm trees were bending in the wind now, it was a wonder they were still standing.

Blaine let Kurt walk in front of him first in the cave and then followed behind him. They sat in the entrance of the cave catching their breath and wringing out their clothing. They had no light or fire of course and even though it was still day outside, you couldn't tell with the storm going on. The sat next to each other and faced the entrance where the torrential rain continued.

Within a minute Kurt couldn't stop himself from shivering, as the chilly winds blew through. He was still soaked to the bone of course and he only had a thin t-shirt for warmth. He wrapped his arms around himself to keep warm, and then glanced at Blaine out of the corner of his eye.

"You're cold," Blaine observed, looking at him.

"So are you," Kurt pointed out, though it was no without difficulty because his teeth were chattering.

Blaine looked at him curiously and then opened his arms wide. "We might as well cuddle, neither of us can afford to get sick in a place where there are no doctors."

"Platonic survival cuddling?" Kurt asked.

"Of course," Blaine replied easily.

Kurt forced his from muscles to move and he fell into Blaine's embrace. After a minute there was one thing that was true, he was certainly not cold anymore. Holding onto Blaine this closely felt like Kurt was holding onto a heating pad it was so warm.

After a moment Kurt opened his eyes, only to see Blaine's staring right back in his, and much too close. He suddenly felt as though he couldn't even breathe.

"You have the most amazing eyes Kurt," Blaine murmured. "Half the time I'm not even sure what color they are."

"Speak for yourself," Kurt said, he felt trapped. He couldn't look away from those gorgeous hazel eyes that seemed to scorch right through his very soul.

Blaine smiled faintly, "I'm happy that if I had to be stuck on a deserted island in the middle of the South Pacific, that I'm glad it's you."

"I feel the same way," Kurt breathed.

And then as if they were two opposite sides of a magnet, their lips were drawn together in a hesitant kiss.

Kurt pulled away, breathing hard, but still not able to untangle his body from Blaine's. "What happened to platonic survival snuggling?"

"Screw platonic," Blaine replied, and then he was kissing Kurt again, pressing to gain access further in his mouth which Kurt was far too happy to allow. It had been far too long since he had been kissed like this.

Kurt couldn't stop the groan that came out of his mouth but it was lost in the sound of the storm still going on around them outside. Blaine moved to trail hot kisses down his collarbone, leaving Kurt breathless and a bit uncomfortable in his pants.

"Blaine," Kurt said, pulling away again. "What does this mean?"

"It means I care about you," Blaine told him honestly. "And it is not just because we are stuck here together but I like you. In fact I would want to go on a date with you if we were back in the states."

Kurt kissed Blaine's jaw. "I feel the same way."

And then they were lost in another passionate kiss, and the two young lovers never once paid any more attention to the storm that raged around them.


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