It was risky and they both knew it. When Puck suggested that they stole the suits and snuck onto the 'rich people' part of the ship Finn was all for it at first, but now it just seemed stupid. What if they got caught? He couldn't begin to imagine how much trouble he would be in. Mixing with the important people aboard was just something that wasn't permitted, it was unacceptable. Why couldn't Puck just admit they were never going to have that life?

"Dude I think we should go back downstairs... if we get caught we're dead... some might say sleeping with the fishes..."

Finn whispered to Puck as they strolled past a few men smoking cigars on the balcony.

"We're not going to get caught if you act cool ok? Follow me, do what I do and we'll be fine... drop a few names we'll get some free drinks and then we'll go back alright? Relax Finn. What happened to adventure?"

"Alright... but if they lock us up in the cellars or throw us overboard then I'm never forgiving you."

Puck couldn't help but laugh when he realised that his laugh was far too common for any of the people up here, putting on a deep 'posh person' chuckle they continued to walk through to the bar and that, was the moment that everything changed.

-...-

"Oh my god who is that? He's so tall..."

Rachel questioned as she saw Finn walk into the bar, she had never been more attracted to somebody upon the first sight. How had she not seen him before? He was awkward looking, his head seemed a little too big for his shoulders and he stood taller than anybody she had seen in his age range. He wasn't quite as muscle built as the other guy he came in with but that wasn't the look that Rachel had been into before.

"I don't know... his friend is cute"

Replied Quinn, going out to the bar tonight was one of the best things she had done in a while. Although she was struggling with being away from Beth for the night she was enjoying her Mohito with her girl friends, and the tipsier she became, the more fun it was to say the word mohito. She had only known the girls a day or two but they had quickly become close friends of hers.

"Not into either of them, I'm more into blondes"

Santana had known for months that she was into women but she hadn't planned on coming out of the closet anytime soon, her parents wouldn't accept it... they would disown her entirely for even thinking about being gay. She would stay in the closest and be what they called a 'late in life gay' that seemed legit.

"Should we talk to them?"

Rachel was practically bouncing on her seat, she was trying to come off non desperate in front of the girls but it wasn't working out too well. All she could think about doing was getting to know the man underneath the fancy suit.

"Looks like you don't have to."

Santana said as she noticed the two boys walking over to the three of them, she knew instantly that they weren't from this part of the ship but she decided to leave it a while before she outed them to the girls. As the boys neared closer you could see both Rachel and Quinn trying to act cool, it was kind of cute to watch.

"Ladies" Puck said as he came and stood in between Quinn and Rachel at the bar.

"Good evening boys" this coming from Rachel who was still trying to keep her cool.

They talked for around an hour before Santana finally decided to ask them what they were doing there. Both of the boys panicked at first realising that she was onto them, but when they realised the girls didn't care where they came from, they lightened up.

From the moment they met Rachel and Finn connected on a different level and although she hated to admit she was so shallow, her attraction to him died a little when she realised he was a lower class than the people working on the ship. How could she be so superficial?

"So Rachel, would you like to take a walk with me?"

Finn hopefully asked, not exactly getting the answer that he wanted.

"Um I'm really sorry but I think it's time for me to hit the hay. You can stay if you want, give the bartender my name and you'll have unlimited access to drinks. Good night everybody!"

Getting up from her stool she kissed both Quinn and Santana on the cheek before she left the room. Finn was disappointed to say the least but he wasn't going to let it get to him, he would do just as she suggested, stay at the bar and get all the free drinks that he could get. Puck on the other hand, had completely bonded with Quinn; she didn't care that he was a lower class, in fact she could tell just by looking at him that there was more than meets the eye. He pulled this cocky front around people but she could tell, by the look in his eyes he was different.

"I should be getting back too. I've got...responsibilities." Quinn said as she thought about Beth alone with her parents back at the suite.

"Would you like me to walk you back?" Asked Puck when she pulled herself up from the table.

"That would be great."

The two of them walked through the ship talking about all the things they didn't realise they had in common.

"I totally love Ireland! I mean... I've never been there but I hear that leprechauns are great" Puck joked as he walked with Quinn. Her accent was fantastic, there was something really seductive about a girl with a different voice.

"We're not all leprechauns you know!"

They joked and laughed until they reached the door of Quinn's cabin. It was remarkable, almost like a complete hotel suite compared to the little box room that Puck was used to.

"So this is how the other half live... wow"

"I know, it's pretty nice right?"

They stood in silence for a moment or two before either of them thought to talk, in a way it was nice to just feel a connection like that with someone.

"Puck... I would invite you in it's just..." Quinn thought about lying for a second, from what she had seen she really liked this guy, or at least she thought she could. But then she realized, if she liked him and he liked her back, then she shouldn't have to hide anything from him; and there's no way that she was ashamed of her daughter, her beautiful baby that made her so proud every single day. "...It's just my daughter is probably asleep by now and I wouldn't want to wake her"

Puck was shocked at the thought of Quinn with a baby; she was so hot for a mom! He didn't care; he wanted to know more about Quinn no matter what it took, and no matter how much of an act he tried to pull off; he had always loved kids.

"That's completely fine, you're a lady... I wouldn't expect anything more from you. I was just simply walking you back to your door"

Taking her hand in his he gently kissed the top of it before looking directly into her eyes. He was being honest too, he didn't even want to sleep with this girl... well, he did but not tonight. Tonight was for being a gentleman and opening the gateway into getting to know this girl more. There was something very different about her, something very special. He intended to find out what it was. And with that he parted, off to the bottom of the ship and back to his room. He could always have continued the drinking with the others but he wasn't in the mood, it was one of those nights were he would just lay in his cabin and think about a girl, a girl who he had no idea would be permanently on his mind.

...

Blaine Anderson was a waiter on board the Titanic, originally from America he moved to England with the hope of finding employment; somehow in a severe change of luck he managed to bag a job onboard the RMS Titanic. Being a waiter wasn't always the best of jobs, it was stressful and sometimes messy; but working with the rich and powerful was just an insight into what he would become one day, an Oscar nominated actor slash singer; using all of the money that he earned to go toward helping underprivileged kids with a passion for the arts. Waiting was just a hobby for now.

...

"Mr Hummel? We're sorry about the mix up with your bags. We can assure you it won't happen again"

Kurt Hummel was a very rich and very snooty Englishman. An heir to a superstore in Britain he was sailing the sea's for a business deal in the USA. When his bags were placed into a second class cabin he was more than offended, more than offended indeed.

"Yes, it won't happen again."

He ushered the usher out of his cabin with a swift flick of his hand, he was powerful enough to do that. For some reason the money had flown to his head. When Kurt started designing his main influence was passion, doing exactly what you wanted to do and being free in the world. Kurt Hummel was very gay and very out. The first person in his entire business to come out of the closet therefore leading to many scared employees following in his footsteps, he became a martyr and therefore became a snob. Other than his father, Kurt only had love for one thing; money.

He was in the mood for a drink, something strong and alcoholic that would send him straight to sleep. He hated being on the sea; no matter how fancy the ship it was still just a paddle boat to him. No matter how sturdy he could still feel the water beneath him and the thought of all the sea creatures that came with it terrified him.

Stepping out of his cabin he headed towards the bar, other than a few late nighters the bar was empty. He pulled up a chair right in front of the bar and tapped his fingers along the top of it waiting for service; for a ship of dreams those bartenders sure were taking their time to serve him. He smiled cockily as he heard what came next out of the bartenders mouth.

"That man over there in the sharp suit?! That's Kurt Hummel! You serve him or you lose your job here Anderson, simple as that. Go."

Quickly after a short but very suave black haired bar tender arrived with a boyish grin on his face; it made a change from the terrified look of horror that employees usually got when talking to Kurt. The bartender was devishly handsome.

"Caaaaaaaan I help you Mr Hummel?" Said the boy standing in front of him with a bar cloth in one hand.

"You can. I would like a double Vodka shot and one of those pineapple mai tai cocktails please. Thanks"

Blaine smiled as he placed the order into the till.

"So you're into fruity drinks huh?" Blaine asked, he desperately wanted to wink but held back due to the nature of his customer. If Mr Hummel took it the wrong way then there was a chance that Blaine could lose his job.

"Well I thought I might give it a go... speaking of, is it coming up any time soon?"

Blaine froze, is what coming up?! was this some sort of flirty innuendo that he wasn't aware of? because he was well aware that Kurt Hummel was a gay icon in Britain.

"Sorry is what coming up sir?!" He asked with a slight squeak in his voice.

"...My cocktail?"

"Oh god yes, of course. Sorry Mr Hummel"

Blaine frantically searched around the bar as he started to prepare the glass and the ingredients for the cocktail, then he remembered one thing; he was a waiter, not a bartender. He was filling in for somebody when they got sea sick... what kind of idiot took a job on a boat if you're prone to sea sickness? Kurt could see that Blaine was struggling, after training in bar work in Amsterdam for a year he knew exactly what measurements Blaine needed and exactly what he was doing wrong; but he found it cute that the kid was still trying.

Eventually the cocktail was handed to Kurt as best prepared as it could be, as was the double Vodka shot. Taking a sip of the cocktail Kurt struggled to keep the concoction in his mouth.

"This...is by far the WORST cocktail I have ever tasted."

Throwing back the vodka he removed himself from the bar stool. Blaine could feel himself burning up, this was it; He was going to lose his job over a bad cocktail.

"But luckily for you, I think you're cute so I'm going to give you another go. I'll be back here tomorrow at eight... you better have another cocktail for me by then ok?"

Blaine let out a deep breath as he realised that Mr Hummel wasn't going to call security.

"Thank you, Mr Hummel. I'll have something better for you by tomorrow."

"Please, call me Kurt."