On your sixteenth birthday, your parents or friends give you an empty page and what we call 'the soul paints', they command you to draw.
You don't get a choice.
Even if you don't want too, your hand find its way to the paint, you start drawing, for some, it takes minutes, for some- hours, it doesn't matter, because in the end everyone finishes and look at the beautiful name they just drew*.
That name is your soul mate.
I never wanted to draw, I had a girlfriend who I was in love with, or so I thought, when I look back, Quinn and I really didn't know what love is.
It was drawn in beautiful colors of green- like a forest, blue like the ocean and purple like a dawn, it was so beautiful I couldn't even believe I'm the one who painted this, I was never very talented with drawing, it was so beautiful I almost forgot the name wasn't Quinn.
Almost.
But the name wasn't Quinn Fabray.
It wasn't even a girl's name.
The name was Kurt Hummel.
I stared at the name horror-struck, I wasn't gay, there has to be some mistake.
I'm not gay.
I'm not…
Oh dear god, I'm gay.
My parents came excitedly to look at the paper I drew, my father saw it first, he started choking and I woke up from my world looking at them with tear-filed eyes and my father had some kind of dangerous fire in his eyes I have never seen before.
My mom looked at it once and fainted.
A/N: hey there, sorry for being short- itll be longer next time!
Just remembered while writing this, my friend wrote once a fic where Blaine dated Quinn before figuring out he was gay, its called the boy from my bed- its hilarious- you should defiantly check it out!
I hope you enjoyed- but if you did- let me know! Review!
*if you wondered whats a name drawing- I have an example in my profile- I just don't know the real name of it.