New York was....well there really was no other word for it besides amazing.

They'd managed to find an apartment for cheap rent, and while Kurt found it deplorable, it became home for them.

Cooper had gotten a job at a factory, and Blaine sometimes didn't see him until late...really late.

He and Kurt (with a check that Burt had slipped into his son's pocket as they parted before leaving the Carpathia -- Kurt had nearly had a stroke when he saw Sebastian's name on it) entered college. Blaine studied music, and Kurt, clothing design.

With the money Cooper earned, he was able to get their mother's violin repaired, and could pay for lessons for Blaine.

He met a nice girl named Margaret, and they ended up getting married three years later, with Blaine as Cooper's best man.

Neither of the Andersons ever saw their parents (though Blaine had suggested tracking them down, which Cooper had quickly vetoed. Their parents hadn't cared enough to find them, so why should their sons try to find them? The subject had been dropped after that).

With homosexuality still frowned on, Blaine and Kurt could not get married, but God did they want to.

They took each other's last names, and whenever anyone questioned 'Hummel-Anderson', Kurt would simply say they were step-brothers.

Blaine wanted to tell the truth -- that they were in love and wanted to marry each other, but remembering that day when he'd been attacked, he kept his mouth shut.

Eventually he became a music teacher, and Kurt opened a small boutique for men's and women's clothing. His designs became quite popular.

They never did see Sebastian again, though rumor had it he was in Virginia, running some sort of factory, and had broken any business ties he'd had with Kurt's father.

Blaine didn't really care. He'd put Sebastian out of his mind, and in the past.

He couldn't forget the sinking of the Titanic, though sometimes he tried.

All he had to remember was that he had Kurt, and he had a life.

That was all that mattered.

-The End-