Chapter 2: Divine Will


The bonding process between soulmates is more intimate than the act of sexual intercourse, for when soulmates bond, their souls connect on a different plane of existence. Once the bond begins, the souls travel to a place of purity, the Lands of Mira, and present themselves to each other in the most vulnerable of forms. The Lands of Mira has been said to be the most beautiful of worlds, its magic rippling through the wind as two souls become one. Depending on the souls entering its existence, the Mira will present itself, blessing the souls with a stronger, deeper bond. The Mira is neither a being nor an entity, but a source of energy. It only presents itself to those souls it deems worthy. Few and far between have been lucky enough to receive the Mira's blessing, but those who are, have a love for the ages.

-Excerpt from: What it means to Bond


Blaine's announcement of the upcoming tour put Kurt in such a good mood that when Karofsky walked past him in the hallway and tried to harass him, Kurt simply ignored him as if he hadn't heard a word. He might as well not have. His head was high in the clouds, his heart hammering at the fact that he was finally going to meet, or rather re-meet, his idol. The last time The Warblers went on tour and came to Cleveland, Kurt had been unable to go. Burt was just settling back home from the hospital after a major heart attack and despite telling his son that he was fine, that he could attend the concert with his friends, Kurt couldn't find it in himself to go. So instead he gave his ticket away and let The Warblers' album play on repeat while he helped Carole take care of his father. But this time was different. His father's health was up to par and he felt closer to Blaine now than he did two years ago. Nothing was going to stand in the way of him going to that concert.

Kurt sat down in-between Santana and Tina at the lunch table, greeting his fellow Glee clubbers before opening his brown paper bag and pulling out his sandwich. He listened to them talk about this year being different and how they were going to win Nationals, as long as Finn didn't do something stupid like kiss Rachel in the middle of a performance. Kurt had been so pissed off at Finn that he didn't even bother trying to hold Santana back when she went Lima Heights on him and instead stood just off to the side, murmuring under his breath all the ways he would make Finn pay while wishing that they would let Santana go. Talk of Nationals eventually led to talk of new members, which inevitably led to Quinn's cry for help and Rachel insisting that she knew exactly how to get Quinn back.

"I'm telling you guys, this will work! If we just go talk to her as one unit, I'm sure she'll-"

"She'll what, Yentl?" Santana snapped, her patience wearing thin. She could only take so much of Rachel and she was already way past her limit. "Thank us for saving her from her disastrous life and then sing about it?" she asked sarcastically, waving her hands around mocking jazz hands. "Let's get real here, Quinn is gone and no amount of sappy we support you and we're here for you songs is gonna change that." Rachel huffed, crossing her arms in annoyance. "The only thing any of us will accomplish by trying to sing her back is scare her off even more. Q needs to get a handle on her shit on her own. She'll come back when she's ready."

Kurt nodded in agreement. The last thing they needed to do was try and force Quinn into something she wasn't ready for. But Rachel was never one to back down easily. And she was certainly never one for tact either.

"Just because you don't believe in the power of music doesn't mean Quinn won't," Rachel retorted. "We all understand that things are tough on you right now. But that does not mean that we are going to allow you to ruin the chances of getting Quinn back. It's your fault she's in this mess in the first place."

"Oh hell no dis bitch just didn't," Santana muttered, glancing around the table, everyone wearing the same wide-eyed look.

"Tana," Kurt spoke softly, placing a hand on her knee underneath the table in hopes of keeping her calm.

"It's true," Rachel continued, her snooty tone working on Santana's very last nerve. "You're the one who encouraged her to get a haircut, as if a new hairstyle would fix all her problems. She was on the verge of a mental breakdown and you practically pushed her off the edge yourself. I know you're hurting, seeing Brittany with Sam cannot be easy for you. But that does not mean that you should allow your pain to get in the way of more important things, like getting Quinn back and away from those skanks."

"Rachel," Kurt admonished, the rest of the table going completely quiet. Kurt quickly glanced at Brittany at the end of the table, her head down avoiding eye contact with anyone. Santana sent Rachel a hard glare before abruptly getting up from the table and walking off.

"Yo, that was messed up," Artie said, shaking his head.

"Seriously, Rachel. I know Santana gets under your skin but that wasn't cool," Finn said in disappointment.

"But I was just-"

"You were being cruel," Kurt snapped angrily as he gathered his and Santana's things. "You were being insensitive and once again, making everything about you."

"This isn't about me! This is about Quinn!" Rachel argued.

Kurt stood up, glaring down at Rachel. "No, it isn't. It's about you making sure we have enough members so you can have your chance at all the solos, again. You don't care about anyone but yourself. Stop pretending like you have anyone's best interest at heart. You better watch it or Tana and I will quit too and then you'll really be screwed." Kurt finished grabbing their things and walked out of the cafeteria after Santana.

He found her at her locker reapplying her make-up, her walls completely up. But he wasn't fooled. He could see the hurt and anger behind the façade. Without a word, he handed her the books she'd left behind and leaned against the locker next to her. Santana slammed her locker shut and leaned on it, her eyes scanning the halls until she found the person she was looking for.

"Let's go," she said, walking down the hall after Quinn, Kurt close behind.

They followed Quinn into the girls' bathroom, Santana locking the door behind them. Quinn glanced over her shoulder and rolled her eyes as she went back to the mirror. Kurt and Santana stood on each side of her, their arms crossed in front of their chests.

"I'm not coming back to Glee or the Cheerios so save your breath," Quinn told them as she mussed her hair.

"Quinn, this isn't you," Kurt said, reaching up to touch her hair. "Seriously, what have you done to your hair?" Quinn smirked at the offended look on Kurt's face, pulling out her eyeliner to reapply.

"Come on, Quinn. What is going on with you? Talk to us," Santana pleaded softly, placing a gentle hand on Quinn's shoulder. Quinn ignored her, applied her eyeliner and placed it back in her makeup bag. "You know Rachel's going to try and get you back in Glee, right?"

Quinn scoffed. "She can try all she wants. I'm not coming back," Quinn zipped closed her makeup bag, tossed it inside her purse, and turned around, leaning against the sink. "And I'm not coming back to the Cheerios either. I'm done with all that crap." Kurt and Santana exchanged a worried look but said nothing. They knew when to push and right now wasn't the time. Quinn looked at Santana, her face softening. "How are you holding up?"

Santana shrugged and looked away. "I'm fine," she mumbled.

Quinn glanced at Kurt with a questioning brow, the look on his face clearly stating that she wasn't fine. "You're not," she said, turning her full attention on Santana.

"You're right, I'm not," Santana snapped. "But at least I didn't destroy my body in some ridiculous attempt to pretend I'm ok. At least I'm trying to handle it," she spat before unlocking the bathroom door and storming out.

Kurt sighed deeply, his heart aching for his friends. Senior year was supposed to be their best year and everything was already falling apart. "Come back to the Cheerios, Q. I have a bottle of peroxide at home. We could wash that awful pink out of your hair then we'll stuff our faces with pizza before Sue puts us on some insane diet," he smirked though his eyes were pleading. Santana wasn't at all handling losing Brittany well and Kurt needed reinforcements, he needed Quinn. "Please, Quinn. We need you."

Quinn kept her head down, refusing to meet Kurt's eyes. "You don't need me. Nobody does."

"Quinn-"

"I gotta get to class," Quinn interrupted, walking out of the bathroom before Kurt could stop her.

Kurt turned to the mirror, shaking his head in disappointment. So much for staying on his happy cloud. With a frustrated sigh, he fixed his already perfectly coiffed hair and walked out of the bathroom just as the bell rang. He only made it a few steps though before he was pushed hard, his body slamming into the lockers.

"Watch where you're going, ladyface," Karofsky taunted as he continued down the hall.

Kurt glared at the jock's back, wishing more than anything that he could do something about the Neanderthal once and for all. Even with his social status he couldn't fully escape the torment that came from being gay. He could fight back, he often did. But at the moment, he didn't have it in him. And it was moments like this that he had to remind himself of Blaine, remind himself of Nick and Jeff. From the very beginning of their career, the three men had been open about their sexuality, Jeff and Nick going as far as telling the world that they were soulmates who found each other in high school.

While Blaine was Kurt's favorite member for obvious reasons, The Warblers themselves were Kurt's idols. They followed their dreams and accomplished their goals on their own terms. They never let the media or society decide what was right for them. They never let the naysayers push them around. If they could make it out of Ohio alive then so could Kurt. With a deep breath, Kurt straightened his uniform and walked to class, his head held high.


"Alright boys, you ready?" Eric asked, standing behind the camera. The Warblers' decided to announce the details of their tour and the new album release date by making a video for their fans. Blaine's single tweet early that morning had sent the fans and media into a frenzy and since this was their first world tour, they wanted to do it big.

"We're ready," Wes said with a nod. Wes and Blaine were sitting up front, Jeff, Nick, and David seated a tad higher behind them. Eric nodded, pressed record, and pointed at the boys to start. "Hey, everyone. How's it going?"

"Wes, they can't answer us," David teased with a smirk.

"I know that, David. I was being polite," Wes replied, glancing at David before turning back to the camera. "But since David is right-"

"I usually am," David cut in with a wink. "And you amazing fans cannot answer us,"

"Technically they could, you know, in the comment section," Blaine said, glancing behind him.

"That's very true," Nick nodded. "We'll have to go back and read the comments, see how they're doing."

"That's an awesome idea," Jeff agreed, kissing Nick on the cheek.

"Guys," Wes scolded, turning towards his friends. "We're trying to make a video here."

"Sorry, Wes. Please continue," Blaine replied with sincerity, though the others were snickering. Eric could only shake his head with amusement.

"As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted," Wes continued turning back to the camera. "Since you cannot tell us at this very moment how you're all doing, we would like to tell you how we're doing. Which is..."

"Amazing!" David said with a silly accent.

"Spectacular!" Jeff and Nick shouted.

"Totally awesome!" Blaine said with excitement.

"And why is that gentlemen?" Wes asked.

"Because we're going on our first world tour!" they shouted simultaneously and cheered.

"That's right. The Warblers are coming to you," David flirted, pointing at the camera.

"We're so excited for this tour," Blaine said with a wide smile. "It's going to be bigger, better, and a thousand times more amazing than our last one."

"It sure is. We will be on the road for six months, pouring our hearts and souls onto the stage, just for you," Nick said with a wink.

"But that's not all," Jeff teased. "We just got word that our new album will be released a month earlier than planned!"

"So mark your calendars," David said, making a checkmark in the air. "Because the album drops September 3rd and I'm telling you, it's gon' be epic!"

"Underneath in the info section are the tour dates as well as on our website. Tickets will go on sale this weekend so get ready, cause we are about to blow your minds!" Jeff said dramatically, his hands in his hair.

"We cannot wait to see you all out there," Blaine said with that dreamy smile that made everyone swoon.

"And don't forget to comment below!" David shouted. "Facebook us! Tweet us! Let us know how you're doing!"

"We love you all and we'll see you soon," Wes said.

"Bye," they said simultaneously, waving at the camera before Eric shut it off.

"Do you think the fans will ever get tired of us being dorks?" Wes asked Eric with a smirk.

Eric shook his head. "Never. That's why they love you so much." Wes nodded and laughed. "True."

"Alright, you guys can head home for the day. I'm going to finish up here and post the video shortly." Eric told them as he walked to his desk.

"Cool. Later man," David said as they started heading out of the office.

"Don't forget you have a photo shoot tomorrow morning!" Eric shouted after them.

"We know," Blaine said with a laugh, closing the office door behind him.


No one knew Kurt better than his father, not even Santana. So when Kurt and Finn got home, Kurt saying hi just a tad too enthusiastically before running upstairs to his room, Burt knew something was up. Or rather, he knew that Kurt wanted something. He didn't say anything though, deciding to wait until Kurt asked him for whatever it was. He figured it was money for some outrageously priced outfit or a pair of shoes Kurt didn't need. It had been a while since Kurt asked him for anything so he was already planning on saying yes. But not before he enjoyed watching his son squirm a bit first.

"So boys, how was your first day back?" Burt asked nonchalantly as they all sat down at the table for dinner.

Finn shrugged, his mouth already full of food. "It was ok. Santana almost killed Rachel though."

Carole and Burt looked at Kurt questioningly. "What are you looking at me for? He said Santana, not Kurt," he grumbled, avoiding eye contact with them.

"Yeah but, you and Santana share like, one brain though," Finn replied, smirking at the glare Kurt sent him.

"We do not. We are both completely capable of thinking on our own, Finn Hudson," Kurt snapped. "And besides, Rachel is the one that acted like an insensitive bi-"

"Kurt," Burt warned. He adored Santana, really, he did. She was the closest thing he had to a daughter. But that girl had a mouth on her and Burt found himself scolding Kurt's language far more often than he'd like.

"Sorry," Kurt cleared his throat before continuing. "Rachel acted insensitively today, Finn. Tana had every right to go off on her."

"What did Rachel say?" Carole asked, already dreading the answer.

"She brought up that fact that Tana and Britt aren't soulmates in front of the entire Glee club. As if she needed reminding," Kurt said, glaring at Finn who at least had the decency to look ashamed by his girlfriend's actions.

Carole shook her head. "That girl needs to learn to keep her mouth shut and her nose out of other people's business."

"Mom!" Finn exclaimed.

"It's true, son," Carole shrugged unapologetically, ignoring the offended look on Finn's face. "Need I remind you of what happened with Quinn?" Finn looked down and shook his head. "That's what I thought."

"How is Santana holding up?" Burt asked with genuine concern.

Kurt half-shrugged. "Not very well. She's trying not to let it get to her but I know she's still hurting."

Burt nodded sadly. "She'll get through it. She's a strong girl," Kurt nodded but said nothing, taking a bite of food. "So Kurt, anything else happen today at school? Anything exciting?"

Kurt looked up from his plate, Burt watching him with an amused expression. "Um..."

"Um..." Burt pressed.

Kurt set his fork down, sitting back in his seat. "Well, I mean, I don't know if you'd consider it exciting but..."

Burt rolled his eyes, Carole chuckling to herself while Finn glanced back and forth between the Hummels. Watching their back and forth was always entertaining. "What is it, when does it come out, and how much?"

"It's probably a pair of boots," Finn said with a nod before Kurt could answer.

"Or some vintage scarf he found online," Carole suggested.

"Oh! I bet it's a life size Blaine Anderson doll," Finn teased, ducking out of the way and catching the bread roll Kurt tossed at him.

"Shut up, Finn. I would not buy a life size Blaine doll. That would be creepy," Kurt snapped, his cheeks tinting pink.

Finn scoffed. "Right, cause the 12 foot poster of him in your room isn't."

"Boys," Burt said firmly, commanding their attention. Finn smirked to himself while Kurt crossed his arms and huffed in annoyance. Burt turned to Kurt, his brow raised. "So, what is it? What do you want?"

It took Kurt all of two seconds before he burst. "The Warblers are going on tour and they're coming to Columbus and I just have to go!" he screeched.

"I knew it had to do with Blaine Anderson," Finn said though Kurt ignored him.

"And I'm not talking about sitting in the nosebleeds, Dad," Kurt continued. "I'm talking front row seats, backstage passes, VIP, all of it! I have to meet him, Dad! I have to tell him how much he means to me, how much he's helped me! I have to remind him of that night when we first met! Please, please, Dad! Please let me get the VIP package, well two cause of course Tana is coming with."

"Of course," Finn muttered.

"And I know I'm asking a lot, I know that it's going to be expensive, but Dad, it's The Warblers! And it's in Columbus! The same place we met Blaine, the same place where they were discovered! And on my birthday no less! This is fate, Dad! Please, please, please can we go?!" Kurt begged, finally taking a breather.

Burt set his silverware down, placing his hands on each side of his plate. "And how much are these VIP packages?"

"Well, you see, there are two types of VIP packages," Kurt started, his fingers playing with the tablecloth nervously. "There's the regular VIP where you get a special poster and lanyard, and you get to do the meet and greet, but it's really fast. They'll be sitting at a table, they'll sign your poster, and then you move on. Then there's the ultimate VIP where you get to go to the sound check and you get to be backstage and you get to actually talk to them and not for a few seconds, but for like, twenty minutes! There's only ever a few of the ultimate packages and they're more expensive and they sell out ridiculously fast but it's so worth it! We'd be able to talk to them and hangout with them before the show and everything!"

"How much, Kurt," Burt asked again.

"For the ultimate package...500 dollars," Kurt said cautiously. Burt blanched. "For one ticket? Are you insane?!"

"I know, I know!" Kurt said quickly, his heart racing. "But Dad please, I have never wanted anything more in my entire life! Please, Dad! I won't ask for anything ever again! You don't even have to buy me a Christmas present this year or anything. Just please, please, please buy us the ultimate packages! I'll do anything!" he pleaded, his voice wavering. He promised himself he wouldn't throw a fit or cry if his dad said no but he would be devastated if he didn't get a real opportunity to meet Blaine.

Burt sat back in his seat, glancing at Finn who was gaping at Kurt, then to Carole who was giving him an encouraging smile. He looked back at Kurt whose eyes were already clouding over. "If I buy you two of these special packages, you will work at the shop every weekend, you will do extra chores, and you will not ask for anything else. No new outfits, no new shoes, nothing. Is that understood?" Kurt nodded fervently, his eyes wide. "Fine. I'll get you the special VIP."

"What?!" Finn shouted in shock as Kurt let out a high pitched scream.

Kurt jumped out of his seat, nearly tackling Burt to the ground with excitement. "Thank you, thank you, thank you! You are the best dad in the entire universe!"

"Yeah, yeah," Burt laughed, patting Kurt on the back. "Get off me already."

"This is so not fair," Finn complained. "How come he gets to hang-out with a rockstar for his birthday when all I got was-"

"Season passes to the Buckeyes?" Kurt cut in as he took his seat. "Don't be so selfish, Finn. You get to hang-out with the football team during every home game, and you get to toss the football around with them. I only get to talk to Blaine once. Plus, I have to work these tickets off, you didn't."

"He has a point," Carole said with a nod. "But...I...ugh! Fine," Finn grumbled.

Kurt smiled smugly before turning his attention back to his dad. "Thank you so much, Dad. You have no idea how much this means to me."

"Mhm," Burt nodded, going back to eating his dinner. The truth was, he did know how much it meant to Kurt. The Warblers and their music had helped Kurt through so much. They were there for Kurt in ways that Burt couldn't have been, in ways Burt didn't understand. But he knew what they meant to Kurt, what Blaine Anderson meant to him. And though the prices were outrageous, he couldn't deny his son the chance to finally meet his idol.


Blaine sat outside on his patio late that night, twirling the phone on the table, prolonging the inevitable a little while longer. He knew he had to call his parents. He knew he wouldn't be able get away with not telling them that they would be in Ohio. But he also knew it was pointless. In a perfect world, his parents would jump at the chance to see their show. They would be excited to see their youngest son perform to a no doubt sold out crowd and they would be happy for him, proud of him. But in his world, the one where they kicked him out, refused to accept who he is, they could care less. Well, his mother would care, just enough to put a small smile on his face. But his dad? That was an entirely different story. Blaine took a deep breath, picked up his phone, and bit the bullet, dialing his parent's home number.

"Anderson residents," a woman answered politely. Blaine smiled a bit. "Hey, Mom."

"Blaine," Natalie Anderson greeted with much more enthusiasm than Blaine could ever remember hearing. "How are you son?"

"I'm doing well, Mom. How are you?" Blaine asked with genuine curiosity. "What have you been up to?"

"I'm good. You know me, always planning some event for your father," Natalie said with a small chuckle. "How's LA? You eating ok?"

"Yeah, yeah. I'm eating fine," Blaine answered, surprised by his mother's gentle tone. "I actually called to let you know that The Warblers are going on tour starting in October. Columbus is our first stop."

"Oh Blaine, that's so exciting!" Natalie said happily. "Will you be stopping by?" Before Blaine could answer, he heard the distinct sound of his father's voice asking who was on the phone. "Blaine, hold on. Your father would like to speak to you."

Blaine knew in an instant that the pleasantries were over. "Hello, Blaine." John Anderson said, his tone hard.

"Hello, Dad," Blaine replied, doing his best to hide his disappointment.

"Your mother says you're going on tour. Will you be stopping by here?" John asked, though his voice indicated that Blaine wasn't exactly welcome.

"We have a show in Columbus and one in Cleveland," Blaine answered, turning towards the patio door when he heard it open. Cooper gave him a questioning look and Blaine mouthed Dad, Cooper rolling his eyes as he took a seat at the table. "But I'm not sure if I'll have time to actually come see you guys. I can check with Eric and-"

"No need. I'm sure you'll be too busy to stop by," John interrupted. "How's Cooper doing? Is he there with you?"

"Yeah, he's right here," Blaine said dryly, passing the phone to his brother. Cooper made a face but took the phone anyway.

"Hey, Dad," Cooper greeted with fake enthusiasm as he walked inside the house.

Blaine sighed as Cooper walked off. Leave it to their father to completely ruin any happiness he may have had. He was grateful that he had Cooper in his life but he hated how he was always the better son simply because he was straight. Blaine and Cooper had a rocky relationship growing up, Blaine constantly trying to live up to his brother's expectations. But once he and the guys moved out to LA and Blaine told him about how their parents treated him, Cooper opened his arms and his home for him. Things were slowly getting better with his mother, though he could never tell if it was all a façade. But his relationship with his father was nonexistent. He couldn't hate the man though. If he hadn't kicked Blaine out then he never would've been playing on the street corner to earn a living and he never would've been discovered. That was his silver lining.

Cooper grunted in aggravation as he walked back outside, handing Blaine his phone. "I swear all he wants to do is gripe at me for not giving a crap about his damn business."

"At least he talks to you," Blaine muttered, his eyes to the ground.

Cooper scoffed. "More like talks at me." Blaine may think that his relationship with their father was better because he was straight, but Cooper hated the man. No matter how successful he became, he was never good enough for John Anderson's standards. "Did you talk to Mom?"

Blaine nodded, a small smile on his lips. "Yeah. She seemed oddly happy though."

"She's been seeing someone," Cooper said, quickly backtracking. "A therapist I mean. She told me the other day."

"Oh?" Blaine said in surprise.

"Yep. She's at least trying," Cooper shrugged with an encouraging smile.

Blaine nodded, a sigh escaping his lips. "I'm going to head to bed. Got a long day tomorrow. Night, Coop."

"Night, Squirt," Cooper said, grabbing Blaine's arm before he could go inside. "Be happy, Blainers. You're going on a world tour! Maybe you'll find him this time."

Blaine smiled softly, shrugging a little. "Maybe. Night."

"Night," Cooper sighed, letting go of Blaine's arm and turning his attention to the stars, wishing his own beloved could be there with him and not away on business. Cooper was an actor, completely lucking out in Blaine's opinion and landing the lead on a hit TV show. Cooper's wife Monica however, was a lawyer, and a damn good one at that. Between Cooper's childish nature and Monica's take no prisoner attitude, they were the perfect match.


Blaine pulled his shirt off as he walked into his room and threw it in the hamper. He tossed his phone on his pillow, changed into his pajama pants, and grabbed his laptop before getting in bed. He checked his email and replied to a few. He read the band's schedule for the next few days, committing it to memory. He then signed on to Twitter, feeling the need to do a quick QA before heading off to sleep. Talking with fans always made him feel better.

Kurt was lying in bed, moments away from falling asleep when his phone beeping caught his attention. He grabbed it from his bedside table, instantly waking up the moment he saw the Twitter notification.

WarblerBlaine: Short QA starting...NOW! #AskBlaine

Kurt watched as the hashtag exploded with questions, each one more ridiculous than the prior one. He rolled his eyes at the fans that begged Blaine to tweet them and envied the ones that got responses. He didn't tweet Blaine himself though. He never did. He was always too scared, too embarrassed. He didn't want to seem like one of those crazy fans, like he had earlier at the dinner table. But when Blaine tweeted that he was going to bed and would answer one more question, Kurt quickly tweeted him before he lost his nerve.

Blaine scrolled through the hashtag, looking for the perfect question to answer before calling it a night. He was seconds away from answering one about the album when another caught his attention.

Cheerio_Porcelain: WarblerBlaine What is your heart's greatest desire? #AskBlaine

Blaine smiled softly at the question, glancing at his wrist for only a moment before removing the cuff. He ran his thumb over the name gently, sighing with longing. He went back to his computer and clicked reply.

Kurt tried not to be disappointed. Blaine had over 50 million fans following him. He doubted that Blaine even read his question. But then he got a mentions alert and stopped breathing, his heart jumping out of his chest.

WarblerBlaine: Cheerio_Porcelain To find my missing puzzle piece and make all his dreams come true. :)

As soon as Blaine hit send, he clicked on the profile and scanned through the tweets. It was rare of him to read through his fan's tweets, always feeling weird for doing it. But there was something about this person that intrigued him enough to look. Maybe it was the question itself, or maybe it was their peculiar handle. But either way, Blaine found himself chuckling at their tweets, appreciating the snarkiness. He read the profile, cocking his head to the side curiously. 17, Male, proudly gay and stuck in a hellhole that is high school. Future fashion designer. Cheerleading Champ. And constantly having bitch-offs with my girl Cheerio_Sandbags. Blaine went back to reading the tweets only to stop when he saw there was a new one. He laughed at the response he received.

Cheerio_Porcelain: WarblerBlaineAnderson Now THAT is what I call an answer. #EpicSwoon

Kurt was panicking. What the hell had he been thinking tweeting that to Blaine? Now he really was one of the crazies. He went to delete the message, praying that Blaine hadn't seen it but stopped when he saw that Blaine had favorited it. He had to cover his mouth from screaming and waking up the whole house, because seriously? What the hell just happened?

WarblerBlaine: That was fun. Off to bed now. Hope everyone has a goodnight sleep. Especially you. Wherever you are.

Blaine signed out of Twitter and closed his laptop, forcing himself to stop reading Cheerio_Porcelain's tweets. What the hell had he been thinking? Stalking some teenage boy's Twitter? He must be more exhausted than he thought. He set his laptop on the floor, plugged his cellphone in, and placed his cuff on his bedside table before settling into bed. He brought his hand up to his face, gingerly rubbing the name on his wrist before setting his arms down and looking out the window where the moon shone in.

"Sleep well my beloved Kurt," he whispered into the night. "Wherever you may be."