Sequel to "Drawn on Your Hand" by Serena Katarina
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Kurt had seen Santana looking over at Brittany with a bit of longing in her eyes as Brittany chatted with Artie over trivial things. The countertenor eyed his disabled friend with interest, wondering exactly whose name was written on his hand. He barely resisted the urge to look at his own, knowing that it would only be a matter of weeks before it would reveal itself. He wondered if Blaine was truly meant for him.
He remembered praying to whoever was out there to give him Blaine's name, but the past few weeks had been rather rocky, the pair drifting further apart. Well, on Kurt's side at least. Lately, he felt as if Blaine was becoming someone else entirely. The way he sang solos was no longer dreamy and beautiful, but annoying and repetitive. His confidence in everything turned into arrogance and the grins and smiles Kurt once found adorable were now oily and irritating. No matter how much he tried, he found he no longer wanted the Warbler's soloist's name to appear on his hand.
The thought that used to make him feel dizzy with happiness now filled him with a sense of dread.
Kurt stared enviously at Rachel, who had the name Finn Hudson written in messy scrawl on her palm while Finn gazed dreamily at her, Rachel Berry written elegantly on his. Of course they would be together. Kurt had long gotten over Finn, but he was jealous of how easy everything seemed for the pair. Quinn had gotten off Finn's back and was now searching for her soul mate whose name was Jared Williams.
Kurt sighed as Mr. Shue dismissed them, getting up and walking out the door. He walked to his locker slowly, as if the time would correspond with his movements so his birthday wouldn't come as fast.
After getting his books, he walked out to his car, where Wes was waiting anxiously, setting off alarms in Kurt.
"Wes? Why are you here? Did something happen?" he asked quickly, his voice rising as the scenarios played out in his head.
"No, nothing has happened, well, nothing to anyone else," Wes said nervously.
Kurt furrowed his brow in confusion. "Well, what's wrong?"
Wes took a deep breath before saying, "I just turned seventeen today." Kurt froze, wondering where this conversation was going. When Wes didn't say anything else, Kurt grew even more panicked. "Wes," he choked out, "let me see you hand."
The Asian boy didn't move, looking away from the pale boy. "Show me your hand, Wes," he said, voice getting even higher, "Show me!"
Taking a shuddering breath, Wes lifter his hand to show the name written on his palm.
Kurt Hummel