Hello! This is my first time trying anything like this, so please be nice and leave a review! I got inspiration for this after reading a different soul mate story, but mine's going to be quite different. I also got kind of an idea for this from the movie Timer, which is really good. You should go watch that! But not until after reading this! ;D
Anyway, I hope you enjoy! Without further ado...
Turning 18 is always a big deal. Some could say it's the most important day in a person's life. As soon as the clock strikes midnight, a whole new world of opportunities unfolds. Tattoos, piercings, cigarettes, voting, adulthood… And when that clock rings out twelve times, tiny black letters appear on the inside of your wrist, spelling out the name of the person you are perfectly compatible with.
At 10:53 the night before, Kurt Hummel was terrified. He made sure to wash his wrist extra well, digging his fingernails in a little bit in order to remove any dirt or bacteria that could be residing on the skin of his arm. He sighed and picked up his phone, dialing the number of his very best friend for the third time that day.
"Rachel, I can't do it. What if it's someone I know? What if it's Jacob Ben Israel or someone equally as humiliating?"
"Kurt!" Rachel yelled, rolling her eyes. "Jacob's already turned 18. He doesn't have you."
Kurt could only panic more, pacing back and forth in front of his bed. "Well, what about that? What if someone does have me already, but they hate me? What if I'm so awful that my soul mate doesn't ever come forward and I'll have to confront them tomorrow? What if they're straight?!"
Rachel sighed. "You know that it's rare that sexualities don't match up, Kurt. And anyway, you're too amazing to dislike. Do you think I'd really be your friend if you weren't?"
Kurt laughed dryly, unable to tell if Rachel was serious or not. He let out a long breath and flopped down onto his bed, checking his watch. 54 minutes to go. "I think I'm going to need the next hour to prepare myself for this, okay? I'll talk to you at school tomorrow."
After saying goodnight and hanging up, Kurt curled up with one of his pillows, staring at the spot on his wrist where the name would appear. He'd heard the horror stories, of course. People getting the names of their siblings, soul mates never meeting… Or worse, being matched up with someone who had already passed away. When his mom passed away, Burt had gotten a tattoo to cover her name, a tradition of sorts for those left behind. And then he'd met Carole, a matching black bar on her wrist, and they'd fallen in love. They were good for each other and Kurt was happy for them, but he was not looking forward to the day that that would happen to him.
There was also the dating, which he never took part in. In high school, before anyone turned 18, people still formed relationships with others, hoping to find their soul mate before it appeared on their wrist. Rachel and Finn had dated, for example. On the night of his 18th birthday, Rachel stayed over well into the night, holding tightly to his hand as the name appeared. She'd been devastated when the 2 words printed clear as day on his arm said "Lydia Thompson" instead of "Rachel Berry." She cried for weeks.
Kurt groaned and rolled over onto his stomach, burying his face in one of his pillows. Of course, everything worked out for Rachel and Finn. Finn had accidentally run into Lydia one day at the Lima Bean and Rachel had gotten her own name a few months later. Being the youngest of his friends, Kurt had to wait much longer than them to find out who his soul mate was.
27 minutes. 26… 25… Kurt started to doze off with only a few minutes later, jolting awake when his phone buzzed with a text from Mercedes.
Good luck, K! U & ur soulmate will be perfect! –M
Thanks! I'll show you tomorrow 1st period! : ) –K
Kurt winced a little as his skin started to heat up. Only 10 minutes to go. Only 10 minutes until his future was printed neatly on his wrist, visible for everyone to see.
He squeezed his eyes shut for the last 5 minutes, digging his nails into his palm. And then he could feel it, the hot prick of his skin as the letters were etched into it.
He opened his eyes slowly and looked down at his wrist, brushing his fingers across the brand new mark.
It was a new name, one he'd never seen, heard, or spoken before.
It was a nice name, an interesting one that you didn't hear every day.
It was a good name, rolling off of Kurt's tongue as he whispered it over and over, finally laying down to sleep the last few hours before he had to wake up.
It was two words, thirteen letters, four syllables.
It was Blaine Anderson.