Thanks so much for your response for the last chapter! :) Made my day! Enjoy, I don't own anything. Warnings for non-graphic talk of suicide.
Sitting in the crowded Cheerio locker room, Santana could remember the day she read her soulmate's name on her palm. Her older sisters had been bickering between themselves, yelling and screaming while Santana tried her hardest to pay attention to Blue's Clues. She smiled as Magenta and Blue reinacted the story of how they met, showing the camera their paws with huge puppet grins. A slash of magenta was colored on Blue's paw and blue on Magenta's. Santana glanced down at her name, frowning with concentration.
"Britney Pierce," she murmured.
Suddenly, her head erupted with pain. She shivered uncontrollably, glancing around at her peers. None of them seemed upset. The pain increased, making Santana's eyes water.
If your child complains of a headache, take them to the hospital immediatly. Most likely, their soulmate is there and their presence may be able to save both of their lives.
Remembering the old PSA, Santana yanked on her Cheerio's jacket and raced to her car.
When she arrived at the hospital, it was already full of life. Santana recognized Brit's older sister, Bonnie, sitting in a cold chair and raced to her.
"What the fuck is going on?" the Cheerio demanded. Bonnie stared at her. Her soulmate, Jeremey, Santana recalled, answered.
"Santana..." he began, his voice low. "Britney attempted to take her own life... They don't know if she'll make it."
Santana felt as if everything was crumbling. "Why would she do that?" she cried.
"She said something about you not wanting her in the note she left..." Bonnie whispered. Santana gasped for breath, clutching at her head. She screamed. "I-I... I need to see her. I need to see her NOW."
A nurse rushed forward.
"Is this the girl's soulmate?" she asked. Two blonde adults came forward.
"No, no she is not!" the woman exclaimed. Bonnie rose harshly.
"Shut up, Mother! Do you want Britney to live or not?"
The nurse sighed, grabbing Santana's arm and dragging her down the hall. She opened a door, leading her into a desolate room.
"We are just waiting to see if she wakes up," explained the woman. "If she doesn't soon, chances are she never will," Santana nodded and was left alone.
Britney lay on a white bed, it's crisp sheets caressing her angel hair. Her soulmate pulled her left hand into her own, closing her eyes.
"Brits...Brits please... I promise I won't leave you again, just don't leave me," sobbed Santana. "I love you. I love you."
Blue eyes flickered open and life was once more complete.
Sitting alone in a dark cold cell, Dave Karofsky remembered the day he found out the name on his palm. When he was 5, a police officer had shown up at the Karofsky's front door. He had whispered to Dave's parents softly, shaking his head. Dave's mother had burst into tears. His father had pulled David into the living room, sitting him down.
"Buddy, something really bad has happened,"
Dave was confused. Nothing truly bad ever happened, not in the world of soulmates.
"Your soulmate got really sick," Paul said softly.
"We should get her some medicine-"
Paul choked, tears streaming down his face. "Davey, he died."
"What was his name?" the boy asked, his little face dark.
"Sebastian. Sebastian Smythe."
David Karofsky's heart had shattered.
A visitor knocked softly on the bars of Dave's cell. He was vaugely familiar, a middle-aged man, hair gray and eyes tired.
"David Karofsky?" he asked. His voice was exaughsted as well.
"Yeah," the lost soul growled.
"I'm Ben. Ben Smythe. Sebastian's father, we met...briefly...at the-the funeral."
Dave froze, turning slowly to face the man.
Sebastian's father had the same eyes as his son had, at least from what Dave could remember of the photo he had been given after the funeral. He had burnt the picture the same night, but the image was forever imprinted in his mind.
The men were silent.
"He knew your name, you know," Ben whispered. "His older sister let it slip when he was 3. He remembered ever since. He used to dream of you... He was...A bit self-centered and spoiled, I'll admit, but when it came to 'David Karofsky'." He spoke the last part in a high, wistful voice, mimicking Sebastian's voice.
"I bet he was perfect..." the teen murmered. Suddenly, he began to shake.
"Why didn't you find me before he died? It was before they shut down the web, you could've given me one time with him! One time!"
Ben began to cry.
"I know, I know! We didn't know he was going to die until it was too late, one day he was running around, happy and perfect and the next he was in the hospital. No one realized how sick he was. The minute they told us he was going to pass, we sent his sister, Meg after you, but he died before she could even narrow down the search results."
The man sobbed, waiting a few minutes before continuing. "He cried for you. He begged us to bring you to him, said he wanted to meet you just once before he left you... We, we told him we were trying, that you would come soon..." He trailed off.
Dave set his face in his hands."I-I'm not a bad person," he began. "I would've never hurt Seb like that. I just...I thought maybe Kurt and I could be together, you know? Since we're both lost. I was just so angry. I...I thought since Kurt didn't want me, maybe Sebastian didn't want me either. And I just..." He shook his head.
"Kurt Hummel isn't lost, Dave," Mr. Karofsky whispered gently. Dave looked up, eyes wide.
"What?" He wiped away a few stray tears.
Ben sighed. "There is...Confusion going on about why they didn't meet earlier and all, but the doctors say there is no way the young man in question is not Kurt's soulmate, judging from his reaction after Kurt's...Incident."
Dave swallowed.
"Is...Is Kurt going to be okay? I, I didn't mean to hurt him so bad, I swear! Especially if I had known..."
"They don't know yet," Ben murmured. "He's in surgery accompanied by his soulmate,"
David drew himself up, catching Ben's eye. "Kurt's a good guy, he'll try to save me from the death penalty if he can...If he's alive to. Tell him about Seb, please. Tell him to let them kill me."
"David-"
"Mr. Smythe, please. You...You don't understand how horrible my life is, without him. Kurt's soulmate...Blaine Anderson. He'll understand, from the danger I've put his soulmate- his life in. He'll understand why I can't do this anymore."
Ben stood, nodding softly. He pulled a picture out of his coat pocket, slipping it through the bars."Tell Seb I love him,"
Kurt remembered the day he was old enough to read the name on his palm. It was tradition for children not to be told the name until they could read it themselves, even if they met their soulmate before then. Being the young romantic he was, Kurt had worked tirelessly to learn to read, finally seeing the name at the fairly young age of 4. He had been sitting with his mother, watching a movie, when he had lifted his palm up, staring at it intently.
"Blaine Anderson," he whispered. Elizabeth beamed, exchanging a look with her husband.
"That's right, dear," she cheered, squeezing his shoulders.
"Really?" Kurt squeaked. She nodded, as did his father.
Kurt's expression grew confused.
"But isn't that a boy name?"
Burt rose from his seat, cuffing Kurt on the shoulder.
"Yep. And he's going to love you so much. And you're going to love him."
"Most boys get girl's names on their hands," Elizabeth explained. "Except for the really special ones,"
Kurt nodded, turning to admire Prince Eric on the screen.
"Blaine Anderson," he had murmured.
That night, when he was young, he had began dreaming of Blaine Anderson, imagining his face, his touch, his voice, his smell. And in the ambulance, voices buzzing about, warning him not to fall asleep, the temptation of escaping the pain for such dreams became too much. So he closed his eyes leaving the nightmare of Karofsky's angry torture behind for a world Blaine's sweet voice and kind honey eyes, his soft touch and coffee aroma; everything that made Blaine, Blaine.
:) Somethings explained, somethings left still unanswered! Hope you enjoyed, please review! I will update soon. Don't worry Britanna fans, I'm not RIB, I will give Brits and Satan more "screen time" to talk out what happened, it just ended nicely there. Also, just to clarify, I in NO WAY am trying to validify suicide or violence. This is an ALTERNATE UNIVERSE where to live without your soulmate, especially without a child to remind you of them or care for, is literal torture. In this world, you would have pretty much lose the ability to see right or good things if your soulmate died. David has been driven nearly mad with grief and sadness. Britney was rejected by the one person who supposed to be made for her. Please seek help if you are having suicidal thoughts.
And on that happy note, Klisses and Klugs to all!