Running Engine

RADIO

Breakfast actually turned out okay. Other than the frquent mumbles, people scavanged the plane food and drank the cooked water. Kurt was relieved from the lack of argument, but another problem has been presented to him.

The food source isn't reliable. It would last for another two days, but they are going to run out of plane food soon enough. What if there wasn't enough food on the island?

Either ways, this isn't the time to solve that problem. No, Kurt had to get to the Plane radio. Hopefully, they won't need to stay as long as two days.

"Kurt?" A familiar sound brought Kurt back to Earth.

Swallowing his bite of sandwich, he turned around on his spot in the sand. 

"Oh, hi Blaine." Kurt said, taking another bit of his sandwich.

"Hi Kurt. Listen, we should leave for the radio. The sooner we leave the likelier we'll be saved." Blaine said, looking apologitically at Kurt.

Kurt finished the last bite of snadwich.

"Sure." Kurt said. " Where is Claudia?" 

"Uh, I don't think she's coming." Blaine answered.

Kurt raised his eyebrows. "Why's that?"

But as they walked further, it became clear. Literally, her voice was clearer and clearer.

"-REESE! WHAT THE-" The sound of Claudia's screeching came through.

"Okay, let's go. It looks like this is going to take a while. " Kurt said, pushing Blaine towards the direction of the plane. Wanting to get away from the horrid fight.

It wasn't as if Kurt could've ended it, at one point, they are going to argue again.

***

When they neared the plane, Blaine gasped.

The plane itself was in wreck. The whole place was in dissaray. One of the wings seemed to have given up and fallen over, and the nearby trees crushed. The engine seemed to have stopped working, but it looked like it's blown over half the dirt. 

The door was barely visible, hidden under the right wing. Kurt moved forwards.

"Wait Kurt." Blaine said, extending an arm to block Kurt's way.

"What Blaine?" Kurt asked.

Blaine looked anxious but determined, Kurt was curious.

"I'll go first." Blaine said, lightly nudging Kurt to step back. Kurt knew Blaine was doing this for him, and not to be in a position of power. It was quite clear from Blaine's face that he didn't want to go. He was petrified. Kurt was just as scared, but he hid it somewhat better then Blaine.

"Okay." Kurt breathed. He admired Blaine, and this act reminded him of the Blaine he always knew. Though Blaine may think otherwise, when a situation comes across someone elses path, he was a hero, he had courage. Kurt loved him for that. 

Kurt felt safe with Blaine, because he knew Blaine would stand up for him. 

Blaine gulped and walked into the door, Kurt following closely behind. 

The slope was not to steep but it was slanted. The boys grabbed onto chairs for support.

"See anything?" Kurt asked.

"No." Blaine said, squinting in the dim light. The dirt covered the windows and the turbelence resulted in the window slides shutting.

Kurt's leg kicked something, and he took a sharp breath. Blaine turned around the same time Kurt did to find broken chairs and a suitcase.

Kurt moved his foot away. "Carry on." He said.

"We'll come back for the bags." Blaine said. He continued moving up.

When they reached the pilot's door, Blaine reached forward's to grab the door handle. With a slight pull, it flew open and Blaine tripped by surprise and kicked Kurt's foot.

With a squeal, Kurt slipped and fell over, one hand holding on to a chair. 

"I am so sorry! Are you okay Kurt?" Blaine asked, helping Kurt up. Kurt nodded, he was trembling a llittle from the shock, he blinked slowly and nodded.

"Y-yes. I am fine." Kurt said, using the chair and Blaine's hand for support. When he stood up, Blaine turned his attention back to the pilot's room, though he was still holding Kurt's hand. 

Light shown through the pilot room, suspected to have come from the windows.

Blaine pulled both himself and Kurt up to the pilot's room. 

The two pilot's were still there. One was dead, and the other was killed in the crash. There was a peice of metal sticking through him. 

Kurt shivered and felt sick. That could have been any of them. Blaine looked equally disturbed. 

"Brutal." Blaine said, as Kurt out his arm to his mouth.

In the silence that presued, they could hear a faint crackling of a radio. "H-Hel-l-l-l-l-l-o a-"It said.

Kurt hurried over, and leaned on the pilot's chair.

"Hello?" Kurt asked.

"H-h-h-e-ll--oo-o-o" It crackled. " Fligh- twen-twen-twen-twenty f-four?" 

Kurt felt anxious and spoke.

"Yes. We are stuck on an island. I repeat, WE ARE STUCK ON AN ISLAND." Kurt yelled, for fear they couldn't hear. 

"W-wh-whh-what i-island?" The radio replied.

"How. Would. I. Know?' Kurt said.

"Tow-Tow-tToward Smythe?" The radio questioned.

Wait. SMYTHE?

"We can t-try t-tt-to loc-ate y-you." It said, before dying off and the voice zoned out. 

"No!" Kurt yelled. "I've had enough of this-this-this wrenched island." 

Blaine was nervous and worried for Kurt. He moved over to Kurt.

"Honey. It'll be alright." Blaine said. " We'll get out of here, I promise."

Kurt turned to him with red eyes.

"Don't make promises you can't keep." He said. Kurt returned to hysterically crying.

Blaine watched for the remainder of the time, hugging Kurt. He knew it was true what Kurt said. He was right, he has generally been right. 

After an hour, Blaine knew that they couldn't just stay here, and by the final sniffles from Kurt, it was clear Kurt was thinking the same thing.

"Carry on." Kurt said.

Together they walked past the two pilots, four eyes lingered on the killed-by-crash-pilot.