This was originally written for a prompt on the glee-kink-meme. Link to the prompt can be found on my tumblr at dreamonlittledarling.

Heart Puppeteer

Part One

Since his eighth birthday, Blaine had been preparing for the day when his mark would appear. The name of his soulmate, the one person who would be a perfect match for him in every way, from intellectual to sexual. A faceless man with a smile that could light up the world when his eyes rested on Blaine, the person Blaine was destined to spend the rest of his life with.

He was twelve when he found out that having the name of your soulmate on your hip didn't always equal a happy ever after. For some, those endings didn't, couldn't exist. Just because someone was your soulmate didn't mean you were theirs. He hoped every day that such a thing would never happen to him, especially after hearing his Aunt Fiona's tragic story. Her soulmate had never had her name tattooed into his skin, and one day had run off with the woman who was destined to spend eternity at his side, leaving her to fall into a decline and never seek out love.

When he was fourteen, names began to appear on his classmates and friends, people proudly flaunting names on their hipbones, showing off and talking about how they would meet the one they were destined to be with, how it would happen, how they would be together until the end of time. However, no name appeared on his skin, not even the slight red rash that preceded the carving of the cursive into his skin.

He thought about this man who would be his, wondered what his name would be and what he would look like and how he would treat Blaine, late at night, when darkness encircled the world and made everything secretive. Many nights were spent alone in his bed, breathing coming faster and heart speeding up and skin heating in a flush to phantom thoughts of hands on his skin and whispers in his ear, his name falling from another's lips like a benediction.

It was a wonderful occasion when he was seventeen and woke up one morning in early February, rain pattering against the window of his dormitory room, to feel the itching sensation around his hip he'd long dreamt of. He leapt out of bed and grabbed the hem of his tank top, yanking it up to see the skin stretched over his right hipbone stained an ugly blotchy red, several dark lines already appearing on the skin. There was definitely a H, and what appeared to be the start of a K.

Blaine kept the knowledge to himself all day, hiding the precious secret beneath the shirt and Dalton blazer, grinning to himself through every lesson and periodically running his fingers across the spot as the itching grew worse, the discomfort barely noticeable in the face of his utter joy that he would finally know his soulmate. After three years of saving himself, saving a first kiss and a first time and a first boyfriend for the faceless man he'd imagined between sheets, he would finally know what it was to be marked and matched.

He was so eager to check the progress of the name tattooing itself into his skin that he didn't even pause at the end of the day to talk about setlist choices with Wes and David and once again argue with them that he, not Kurt, should be given the solo. He simply ran back up the stairs to his room, flinging his satchel aside and nearly tearing buttons in his haste to get out of his blazer and his shirt and see the name of his soulmate.

But what he saw made him stop and stare, run his fingers across the name now permanently branded into his hip, finding the skin no longer blotchy but instead smooth and perfect, the name inky black.

Kurt Hummel.

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