Summary: Blaine Anderson never thought his first day at NYADA would end with him meeting his soulmate. It would be good news, if only it wasn't the meanest professor at the school that everyone is completely terrified of.
Chapter: 3/?
Please do not read if this story may trigger you. I'll post warnings at the beginning of the chapters.
Blaine thought that the ten or so minutes it took for the serum to kick in, while all three of them sat in silence looking anywhere but at each other, was agony.
Then the pain started, and Blaine realized what Harrison meant when he was describing how much it would hurt.
It felt like his body was on fire. Blaine tried to scream, but his jaw had tightened so much from the pain, that all he could muster was a loud screeching noise through his closed mouth. Blaine thrashed his head side to side, barely able to hear his own muffled screaming.
Blaine quickly stopped noticing what was happening around him. Kurt could have been dancing a jig with a leprechaun for all Blaine knew, because all he could see was bright red through his closed eyelids. He began jerking violently, trying to escape the white hot pain the was traveling up and down all of his limbs. His head felt as if it were being shoved into a meat grinder.
If Blaine was capable of coherent thought, he would have been praying for someone to make it stop.
And just as suddenly as it started, it stopped.
The sudden absence of the torturous pain shocked Blaine back into reality. He didn't remember closing his eyes, and he opened them slowly, wondering why the side of his face was so cold.
He quickly realized that he must have fallen out of his chair, and was now face down on the floor in Harrison's office. Blaine pushed himself up, surprised at how easy it was. He thought for sure that his muscles would be weak and trembling, but he was fine.
It was almost like it had never even happened.
Flopping back into his chair, Blaine noticed that Kurt was sitting upright, clutching the armrests of his chair tightly, face unreadable. Harrison was kneeling in front of him, whispering quietly.
Not sure what to do, or how long they had before their marks needed to touch, Blaine cleared his throat quietly.
"Oh!" Harrison jumped wildly, spinning to face Blaine. "Yes! The rest of the test! Your arm please, Blaine."
Blaine stood and took the few steps he needed to reach Kurt's side. Stretching out his arm, he almost smiled when he saw his mark glowing blue. It was very pretty, and almost the exact color of Kurt's eyes.
Not that Blaine cared about such things.
Harrison moved Kurt's arm to bend at the elbow, mark facing Blaine, because it was obvious Kurt wasn't going to do it himself. Kurt was as still as a statue, muscles clenched tightly. His face was white, and Blaine thought he looked slightly terrified.
No one spoke as Blaine knelt beside Kurt's chair next to Harrison, and lifted his arm so his and Kurt's marks were only inches apart. Harrison took Kurt's arm in one hand, and Blaine's in the other, and firmly pressed their mark's together.
Blaine watched, entranced, as Harrison began mouthing the seconds that needed to pass before the mark's would change. Kurt looked like he was about to rip his arm away at any second.
Being afraid of what would happen was one thing, but Kurt was acting like it would be a death sentence to be soulmates with Blaine, and Blaine couldn't help but be heartbroken by this. Kurt was an asshole, yeah, but having a soulmate is what every person with a soul mark hopes and dreams for.
Blaine couldn't help but wonder why Kurt was so against it. Originally he thought it was because Blaine was his soulmate, but from the expression on Kurt's face of pure terror, he couldn't help but think it was the idea of a soulmate at all.
But that didn't make any sense.
"Thirty," Harrison said loudly, lifting his eyes to look back and forth between Kurt and Blaine.
No one moved for a moment, all three men suddenly terrified of what would happen when the marks were separated.
Suddenly, Kurt wrenched his arm away from Blaine's lifting his mark up to his eyes. Lifting his own arm, Blaine immediately noticed what color his mark was now glowing.
Green.
They were soulmates.
Blaine's head whipped up to Kurt's, desperate for a good reaction. His emotions were spiraling out of control, and he needed a Dom, his Dom, to help him stop the quickly-building panic Blaine was feeling.
Kurt made eye contact with Blaine for exactly one second, before leaning forward and shoving him to the ground. Blaine fell backwards, landing on his butt, and the last thing he saw before he started crying was Kurt walking out of Harrison's office and slamming the door.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Blaine wasn't even sure what he was sorry for, he just knew he had to keep saying it to keep himself from completely losing himself. Blaine could barely speak through his gut-wrenching sobs, but he was trying his hardest.
There was a soft voice trying to reach Blaine through his panic, but Blaine couldn't latch onto it.
Can't focus, can't breathe, can't hear, can't stop crying-
Bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, ba-
"Blaine Anderson!"
The pure domination in the voice shocked Blaine, and he resurfaced just long enough to realize it was Harrison.
"Take a breath," Harrison said forcefully. Blaine dragged in one long breath through his nose, and pushed it out roughly. "Now another one," he continued, and Blaine followed suit. Harrison helped Blaine through several more breaths before Blaine was able to breathe on his own.
"Sorry," Blaine whimpered, still crying.
"Don't be silly," Harrison smiled softly at him. "I'm sorry I dominated you without your permission."
Blaine gave Harrison a sideways glance, making the older man chuckle. Obviously Blaine had needed the domination, permission or no permission.
"So," Blaine started, clearing his throat. He stared at the closed door of the office. "What do I do now?"
Harrison looked at Blaine for a long moment before sighing. "I have no idea," was his soft reply.
Armed with a special note from Harrison, who Blaine found out was the head of the Human Resources department, Blaine was excused from all of his classes for the rest of the day.
Shuffling back to his dorm room, Blaine flopped onto his bed, not planning on moving for a very long time.
He thought maybe he should be crying, his soulmate hated him and didn't even want to be in the same room with him, but Blaine couldn't make the tears come. He mostly just felt numb.
Never in a million years did Blaine think that finding his soulmate would end with him laying in his bed alone, floating and wishing for Dominance. With such an active imagination, Blaine always envisioned grand declarations of love and devotion, maybe even a song or two thrown in for extravagance.
Not this. Never this.
Blaine curled himself into a tight ball, digging his fingertips into his arms.
"I can't do this, I can't, I can't, I can't," Blaine chanted quietly to himself. He didn't even notice when his fingernails broke the skin and he began to bleed.
Standing outside of his Dance 101 room, Blaine couldn't bring himself to walk in. He was almost a half an hour early, but he couldn't stay in bed any longer. Having his dance class two days in a row, one of which was started at eight o'clock in the morning seemed awful to Blaine before, but now it seemed torturous.
He took a deep breath, and began to push the door open, when a voice startled him.
"Hey early bird!" a friendly voice exclaimed from behind him. Blaine whipped around and saw Craig, the guy from his class that he had met briefly yesterday.
"Oh- um- hi?" Blaine stuttered, hand still resting on the door into the dance hall.
"What's up? Came for some early practice? Me too, man yesterday was killer! I've definitely got to start dancing more, otherwise this class is going to be a bitch. Want to warm up together?"
Craig said all of this very quickly while pushing the door in and striding into the room confidently. Blaine followed like a small duckling, close to Craig's heels.
"Well?" Craig asked, raising a brow at Blaine.
"Um- yes. Early practice. Yes. That's what I'm doing. Here. Now," he stammered, glancing around the room quickly, breathing easier when he saw that it was empty.
"Okay, squirrely, if you say so," Craig said patiently, giving Blaine another few moments in case he wanted to say anything else. Blaine marveled at how well Craig used his dominance to put him at ease. Things would be so much easier if Craig were his soulmate.
"What do you think you're doing here?"
Speaking of soulmates, Blaine thought, terror rushing through him at the thought of facing Kurt again.
"Oh, hello Professor Hummel," Craig replied smoothly, and Blaine almost wept with gratitude that Craig was here as a buffer. "We came a little early to get some extra practice in before class starts. We were just about to start warming up."
Blaine could feel Kurt's glare on him, and he didn't dare look up and make eye contact. A few moments that felt like eternities passed, before Kurt turned away from them.
"Fine, but you better be perfect in class today," Kurt snapped, walking away from them to step into his office.
"Will do sir," Craig smiled. "God, what an asshole," he added quietly.
Blaine didn't laugh. Craig had no idea how big of an asshole Kurt really was.
Kurt didn't speak to him during class. He didn't yell at him, correct his form, or even look at him.
Blaine almost would have preferred being yelled at, to being ignored. Being ignored stung a lot more.
When everyone started packing up to leave, Blaine hung back. He was terrified of speaking to Kurt alone, but he was dying for some answers. And some dominance, but he wasn't going to tell Kurt that.
"Um... Kurt?" he said quietly, once everyone was gone.
He received a glare in return. "Don't talk to me," Kurt snapped.
"Kurt-"
"And don't call me Kurt. It's Professor Hummel."
"Um-okay, um, I was just thinking, maybe, um, we could talk? Or something? I'm not really sure-"
"No."
"But we're soulmates," Blaine said pleadingly.
"This," Kurt held up his arm, displaying his cuff. "Means nothing. The concept of a soulmate is complete and utter bullshit, and the sooner you realize that, the better off you will be. Don't talk to me, don't say we're soulmates, and definitely don't get any stupid ideas in your head that we're going to live happily ever after. You got it? Because if you tell anyone that we're soulmates, I'm going to flunk you out of this class, and then I'm going to kill you."
Blaine stared at him in shock. "But-"
"What do you not understand about this?!" Kurt stood up from his desk abruptly, chair smashing to the ground behind him loudly. "I don't want to talk to you, I don't want to be your soulmate, I don't want you! Now get the hell out of here!"
Blaine spun and ran from the room as quickly as he could. He barely made it into the closest bathroom before he started sobbing.
If his soulmate didn't even want him, who would?
