And I could write a song / a hundred miles long / Well, that's where I belong / and you belong with me

And I could write it down / or spread it all around / Get lost and then get found / or swallowed in the sea

-Swallowed in the Sea, Coldplay

He wonders what drowning feels like.

It's so romantic, really. Enclosed in darkness, that cool, cerulean life source flooding the senses, overtaking the lungs, until the world disappears; Kurt wants a taste of that death.

Because life's a bitch and he's tired of dealing with it. Though he'll never put his father through that kind of pain, he still allows himself to obsess over it. He tries talking to Tina about it, but she's given up her morbid fascinations for more frivolous ones (Mike's abs). He thinks he even scared her a little bit, because Finn watches him like a hawk now. A mysterious child lock appeared on their knife drawer a week ago and the tall boy asks how Kurt is between every class. It's endearing, but obnoxious.

He's taken a fancy to wearing blue and gray lately. They're such soothing, ocean-like colors, and they bring Kurt comfort when Karofsky shoves him against a locker (again). He imagines his body sinking into a bottomless nothing, away from physical pain and emotional torment.

Mercedes walks by, and Kurt pulls himself from his reverie – he can't do that to his best friend, either. She doesn't deserve that.

And then Blaine is strolling down the hall, in a pair of ridiculous pink sunglasses and his Dalton blazer, radiating pride and beauty and idiocy. He's a raging fire, an atomic bomb, a supernova.

Pulling Kurt by the hand, they leave the campus, finding themselves in a nearby park. Underneath a large oak tree, Blaine pulls Kurt's lips to his own, until they're breathless and excited and enflamed.

And Kurt realizes that drowning will have to wait – because he's experienced burning, and he wants more. Call him a masochist, but he needs to burn until it kills him, and Blaine is the perfect fire for his demise.

Some say the world will end in fire, he quotes to himself as Blaine kisses him again. Some say ice. From what I've tasted of desire – he has to stop and gasp as the older boy's lips travel down his neck – I hold with those who favor fire.

He knows Blaine's written a hundred songs about burning love and his heart catching fire, but nothing can compare to what Kurt's experiencing now. His core is engulfed in flames, shaking him to his bones. He falls back against the grass, panting heavily.

Blaine follows him, whispering sweet nothings into his ear. A pair of blue-green eyes meets his dark set, and his breath is gone. His heart beats against his chest, and the world spins and blurs around him.

Because, even though Kurt has given up on drowning, Blaine is falling in love with it. His chest is being crushed, his head dizzy and calm, and the world is disappearing. He's lost in the ocean that is Kurt's gaze, sinking deeper as his lover burns.