Kurt lay on his stomach, nothing keeping him above the Atlantic ocean but a large piece of wood. Cold and fear unlike anything he’d ever felt before ran through him as he stared down at his boyfriend, who was mostly submerged in the freezing water and looked a whole lot worse for wear.

Blaine’s brown curls were frozen solid and coated white with frost, his skin as white as the ice berg that had doomed the Titanic that night. His lips were numb and stark blue, and it looked like an effort just to open them and speak.

“I swear no matter what happens I’m gunna get you out of this. You’re going to go on to do amazing things Kurt.” Blaine told him, gasping and speaking through chattering teeth.

“I don’t want to do it without you.” Kurt sobbed, leaning over and shakily touching his forehead to Blaine’s.
“Listen to me Kurt.” Blaine ordered, reaching weakly for Kurt’s hand. “I’ll be with you when dock in LA, and I’l be with you on your first night on the big stage, whether I’m alive or not, alright?”

“But what if we don’t make it back?”

“Y-you’re meant to.” Blaine stammered, his hand shaking slightly in Kurt’s. “I know you are.”

“Okay. Just keep holding my hand.” Kurt pleaded, clutching Blaine’s icy fingers tighter in his own.

“I promise.”

They lay like that for what felt like a lifetime, breathing in the misty night air and squeezing each other’s hand every now and then just to feel each other. Just to feel alive. Both of them were too tired to speak, simply revelling in the feeling of being together until Kurt felt Blaine’s hand stop squeezing and fall limp in his own.

“Blaine.” Kurt cried, turning to his boyfriend and shaking his hand as roughly as he could. “There’ll be a boat any minute Blaine. Blaine!”

Blaine didn’t respond, his head leaning into the wood as if it was a pillow. Nothing but Kurt’s grip was keeping him afloat, he could’ve been asleep.

Hopelessly Kurt leaned forward, shaking Blaine’s limp arm. “You gotta wake up Blaine. You have to wake up.”
Still nothing happened. No angelic voice roused from Blaine’s mouth, and no mist filled the air to show he was even breathing, it was a cold reality that hit him like a heavy weight on his heart.

“I’ll never say goodbye to you.” Kurt whispered, brushing a finger over Blaine’s locks and kissing his hand one last time before letting go.

He watched with red and glistening eyes as Blaine slipped off the edge of the wood and under the icy sea, a pair of extended arms and a pale moonlit face being the last he’d ever see of the love of his life.

He was in too much shock to cry, and he knew that any tears he shed would probably freeze on his face, so he turned onto his back and began to sing, wrapping his arms around himself.

Blackbird singing in the dead of night…