Chapter 9: Destined To be
The first time soulmates meet isn't always the first meeting. Soulmates often run through the same path unbeknownst to them. It is believed that Fate is a powerful being which works alongside The Mira to bring soulmates together. Fate will bring soulmates together when they are most needed, but it will also crash soulmates together for its own amusement. While The Mira is forever in its lands bonding souls, Fate roams the world unseen and usually causing mischief. Many believe that Fate is a nymph from the times when soulmates first appeared, and although there is no proof of Fate's existence, it is highly advised not to question its power or motives.
Excerpt from: Fate Knows Best
Kurt sat in the children's room and waited for his mommy and daddy. His mommy was sick, really sick, and she had been staying in the hospital for a little while. He missed her a lot. He was happy she was coming home and he hoped she would be able to stay this time. He hated it when she wasn't home to play with him and snuggle with his daddy.
"You wait right here young man," Kurt heard an angry male voice say. "I don't want to hear a single word from you."
Kurt looked up from the toy he'd been playing with to see an older boy begrudgingly walk into the kid's room. He took a seat next to Kurt and groaned in pain. One arm was in a cast, he had bandages on the other, his eyes were beat up and bruised, and his lip was split open. Kurt set the toy down and turned his full attention to the boy.
"Are you ok?" Kurt asked quietly and the boy jumped in surprise.
Blaine eyed Kurt curiously and nodded. "M'fine," he mumbled.
Kurt gingerly cupped Blaine's face, his eyes surveying Blaine's bruises. Blaine stopped breathing for a moment, not used to the gentle touch. "You don't look ok," Kurt said sadly. "Did something bad happen? Are you sick?"
Tears prickled in Blaine's eyes and he pulled away from Kurt. "I'm not...I'm not sick," he spoke somberly. "I got beat up." The words slipped out before Blaine could even realize what he was saying. He had no idea why he just admitted that to the little boy but there was something warm and inviting about him.
"Why would someone beat you up?" Kurt asked almost angrily. "That's not nice."
Blaine shrugged. "The world's not nice."
"Sweetie, we can go home."
Kurt looked at the doorway and his eyes lit up when he saw his parents. He ran to them but stopped halfway and quickly turned back around to Blaine. To Blaine's utter shock, Kurt threw his small arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. Blaine melted into the embrace.
"Don't let the bad people get you," Kurt whispered and kissed Blaine's cheek before running to his parents. Blaine smiled softly to himself and touched his cheek. For the first time in weeks, he felt hope.
Kurt's eyes fluttered open, the early morning rays streaming through his window. He blinked a few times, the dream fresh in his mind. What the hell was that, he wondered. He remembered that day vaguely. He had been so young and the days of him waiting for his mother in the hospital tended to blend together. But why had he dreamt that now of all times? Why had his mind replaced the boy with a younger Blaine? It was probably because of all the emotions he went through yesterday. Finding Blaine, talking about his mother, his life completely flipping upside down. Yeah, that has to be it.
Kurt rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and let the dream slip away for the time being. He could feel Santana's arm wrapped around his waist securely and her head resting close to his back. Santana was by far the biggest cuddle whore Kurt had ever met. He stretched a little, holding back a laugh when Santana groaned, and reached for his phone to look at the time. It was just after 6am. His eyes shifted over to Blaine's name on his wrist and a wide smile spread across his face. Blaine Anderson is his soulmate. Blaine Anderson! How was that even possible? How was this real? Without another thought, Kurt pulled up Blaine's contact info and called him using facetime. He needed to see Blaine. He needed to know that he wasn't dreaming. After a couple of rings, a sleepy Blaine answered.
"Good morning, gorgeous," he greeted with a soft smile.
Kurt held back a squeal. Blaine was still in his bunk sleeping and Kurt could see the corner of Sir Devon the Knight's ears. He couldn't believe it. Blaine had actually slept with it. "Good morning, Blaine," Kurt replied, a light blush on his cheeks. "I didn't mean to wake you, I'm sorry. I just needed to make sure yesterday was real."
Blaine chuckled as he moved from his side to his back and Kurt noticed that Blaine was wearing his shirt too. "It was real, beautiful," Blaine said wistfully. "I'm real and I'm all yours." Kurt couldn't help but giggle. His insides were squirming with delight and he was near ready to explode. Santana groaned behind him again only much angrier. "What was that?"
Kurt moved the phone above him so that Blaine could see Santana. "She's not a morning person," he chuckled. Blaine pouted and Kurt could only pout with him. "What's wrong?"
"She gets to cuddle with you and I don't," Blaine said adorably in a baby voice, hugging Sir Devon the Knight against his chest.
"Yeah but you get to do things with me she could only ever dream of," Kurt flirted, his entire face turning a deep red.
Blaine raised a surprised brow and let out a laugh, his own blush setting in. "Kurt, you can't...you can't say things like that when you're so far away," he said thickly.
Before Kurt could respond though, Santana cut in. "Dios mío si no te calles te voy a apuñalar a los dos en la cara," she grunted, kicking Kurt's leg hard to show how serious she was, though Kurt simply rolled his eyes.
"What did she just say?" Blaine asked in a whisper.
"That she would stab us in the face if we don't shut up," Kurt replied uncaringly. "She's just being a cranky bitch," he said loudly and she kicked him again. "Ow!"
"Shut up!" she whined.
"I should actually let you go," Blaine said regrettably, stifling a yawn. "I have about an hour left to sleep and I don't want Tana to stab you in the face," he smirked, his voice teasing.
Kurt pouted a little but nodded. "Ok. Call me when you can?"
"Of course. As soon as I get the chance," Blaine assured him. "I'll talk you later, love."
"Bye," Kurt said with a small smile and ended the call.
Kurt closed his eyes and took a deep breath, his phone clutched in his hands. He waited only a few seconds before exploding. "AAAAAHHH!" he screamed, scrambling out of his bed.
"The fuck," Santana griped, finally opening her eyes to see Kurt flailing and giggling like a maniac. "Are you fucking serious right now?"
Kurt jumped on his bed, straddled Santana, grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her. "Tana! Blaine Anderson is my soulmate! Blaine Anderson is my soulmate! AAAH!" Kurt got off the bed and ran over to his poster, plastering his body against it. "This man, this gorgeous, talented, caring, unbelievably perfect man is mine! Oh my God!"
"Do you have to freak out about this right now?" Santana whined, though she was smirking.
Apparently he did because instead of answering her, Kurt started pacing his room and continued rambling. "How did this happen? How is this even possible? I'm just Kurt, simple Kurt, and he's, he's Blaine Anderson. He's Blaine Anderson! AAAAH! BLAINE ANDERSON IS MY SOULMATE!" he shouted and thrashed around. "Oh my God! I get to hug him and kiss him and have sex with him!" he gasped, his hands flying to his mouth as he recalled the moment David was filming them. "I get to marry him! Santana, I get to marry Blaine Anderson! AAAH!"
Kurt's door suddenly opened. "Not if you don't make it to your wedding day," Burt grunted from the doorway in aggravation.
Kurt slowly turned around. "Morning, Dad," he said sheepishly.
Burt glared at him and huffed. "Son, I get that you're excited, but it's early as hell and we are trying to sleep. Stop. Screaming."
"Stop screaming. Got it," Kurt assured him. "Sorry."
Burt grumbled and closed the door. As soon he was gone, Kurt started flailing his arms excitedly but held back the screams. Santana snorted in amusement. Kurt was such a dork sometimes. Kurt hurried back to his bed and jumped on top of Santana. "Tana," he said with wide eyes.
"I know, I know. Blaine Anderson is your soulmate. I got it," she drawled with an eye roll. Kurt let out a quiet squeal and Santana laughed. "It is pretty cool," she nodded.
Kurt sighed, rolled off of her, and flopped on his side of the bed. "It's amazing," he breathed before kicking his legs in the air. It's official. Kurt Hummel is the luckiest person on the planet.
A little over two hours later, Quinn arrived at Kurt's house. Part of her was still pissed off at him and Santana for acting so weird the night before. She wasn't stupid. She knew something was going on. But she decided to wait until after they gave her the merchandise they promised her before bitching at them. She greeted Carole politely when she opened the door, she gave Burt a smile as she walked through the kitchen, and she smacked Finn on the head when she passed him in the livingroom.
"Mean!" Finn yelled out to her from the couch and went back to playing his video game.
Quinn hurried upstairs, knocked on Kurt's door twice, and then opened it. She raised a brow when she saw Kurt and Santana sitting stoically on Kurt's bed waiting for her. "Hey," she said cautiously. Santana gestured to the open spot on the bed and Quinn took a seat. "What's going on?" Kurt and Santana looked at each other for a moment before holding their pinkies out to Quinn. "The Pinky Promise handshake?" she asked, glancing at Kurt's cuffed wrist. "If this is about your soulmate, I swear I won't tell," she assured him a little frantically.
Quinn hated the pinky promise handshake. They all did. Breaking it meant the others were allowed to spill whatever secret they felt necessary and both held all of Quinn's deepest, darkest secrets. Well, all but one secret. She'd take that one to her grave. When neither Santana nor Kurt pulled their hands back, Quinn relented, groaning when she took Kurt's pinky. They did their secret handshake and pecked each other's lips before Quinn turned to Santana to do the same. Quinn ignored the way her heart raced when Santana's plump lips touched hers. She really needed to get a grip on her situation.
"Ok, who is it?" Quinn demanded, annoyed that they had taken the secret of Kurt's soulmate so far. Kurt handed her his wrist and kept his face free of all emotion. Quinn huffed and grabbed his arm, unceremoniously removing Kurt's cuff and turning his hand over to look at his wrist. Her jaw dropped, her eyes slowly shifting up to look at Kurt who was smirking at her. "You're...this isn't...this is a joke, right?" she asked glancing at Santana. "This isn't real. This can't be real."
Santana shrugged slightly, though her lips upturned into a smirk, and handed Quinn her camera. Quinn snatched it out of her hand and quickly scrolled through the pictures of the concert. She froze on the photo of Kurt and Blaine staring into each other's eyes completely lost in their own world. Slowly, she looked up from the camera to see Santana and Kurt watching her, both wearing the same expectant face, and screamed at the top of her lungs. Kurt and Santana burst into laughter, Santana grabbing her phone and pulling up the video of Kurt and Blaine making out. Quinn watched it in shock before tackling Kurt on the bed.
"Kurt Hummel you whore!" She shouted and Kurt continued laughing. "Tell me everything!"
Burt huffed as he opened Kurt's bedroom door, not at all surprised by what he walked in on. Quinn was sitting at the end of the bed giggling, Kurt was lying down laughing hysterically, and Santana was on top of him essentially dry humping him. Burt shook his head. He was entirely too used to this. He crossed his arms across his chest and cleared his throat loudly. Quinn covered her mouth to stop from laughing, Kurt pursed his lips and gave his father an apologetic look, and Santana grinned sheepishly as she slid off Kurt. Burt gave them a pointed look before shaking his head and walking out of the room, closing the door behind him. The moment the door shut, all three burst into laughter again.
"Kurt," Quinn started, grabbing hold of his hands. "You're living a damn fairy tale!"
Kurt sighed happily. "I know."
"So what happens now?" Quinn wondered.
"We go on with our lives for now," Kurt replied with a shrug. "I mean, he's on tour, I'm in school. We talk and get to know each other. That's all we really can do."
"When are you going to see him again?" Quinn asked as Santana settled her head on Quinn's lap. Quinn immediately threaded her fingers in her hair.
"Probably not till Christmas break," Kurt replied with a sad smile. "But that's fine. It's just around the corner anyway." Kurt reached for his laptop which was on the floor next to his bed and grabbed Santana's phone and camera. "Right now though, we gotta sort through these pictures and videos and make sure no one but us sees them."
"Get real, Hummel. You just want to make sure you have that video on wide screen," Santana purred with a wink. "Not that I blame you. That shit was totally hot."
Quinn hummed and nodded in agreement but Kurt rolled his eyes and ignored the way his body tried to react. The girls didn't need to know how much he actually loved the video of him and Blaine making out. Then again, the girls didn't need to be told. The deep red on Kurt's cheek was more than enough indication.
"Can you believe it?" Blaine gushed to Cooper on the phone. "After all this time, he was right there just waiting for me! I mean, how could that be? How is it possible that I didn't know he was mine back then?"
"It's quite possible, Blainers," Cooper said with a laugh. "How many times did I see Monica before realizing that she was mine? How many times did I bitch about the woman who stole my scone only to find out that she was soulmate?"
Blaine nodded to himself, knowing that Cooper was right. He and Monica had skirted around each other for months, exchanging disgruntled looks and snappy remarks as they cut each other off in line in their hurry to get coffee. It wasn't until Cooper ran straight into her and spilled her coffee that they officially met. Funny enough, it was the anxiety Cooper felt that morning that led to the literal run-in. It amazed Blaine how fate brought soulmates together.
"I know," Blaine sighed. "It just blows my mind that he's the same little boy from that night."
"What would you have done had you known back then?" Cooper asked him. "How would 18 year old you reacted to meeting him?"
Blaine didn't need to think that over. He already knew how he would've reacted. "I would've ran," he admitted. "I wouldn't have believed that it was him and I would've freaked. I wasn't prepared back then. I wasn't ready to take care of him. Hell I was barely able to take care of myself."
"Exactly," Cooper said and Blaine could hear the smugness in his voice as if he had already known Blaine's answer. "Soulmates meet when they're supposed to, when fate wants them to. That's why hardly anyone uses the system to find their soulmate. No one wants to mess with fate little brother." Blaine heard someone talking in the background and Cooper telling them he'd be right there. "Listen, Squirt, I gotta go. They need me back on set. But give me a call later. I wanna know more about this amazing Kurt."
"I will," Blaine said with a smile. "I'll talk to you later, Coop."
"Later, Blaine. Have a good show," Cooper replied and ended the call.
Blaine set his phone down on the table, walked over to their mini fridge to grab a bottle of water, and sat back down. He checked the time, calculating he had approximately twenty minutes before he needed to head back inside for their regular meet and greet. He scrolled through his contacts quickly and made his next call.
"Hey, Killer," Sebastian greeted, that ever present seductiveness in his voice. "I was wondering when you'd call."
Blaine chuckled lightly. "You're not going to yell at me too, are you?" he asked teasingly. He had barely said hello to Cooper before his brother jumped down his throat about not being the first to know that he found Kurt.
"Naw. I know you, Blaine. I wasn't in the least bit surprised when you tweeted that you found him. Especially after you dedicated Mirrors to him," Sebastian said with a laugh. "You should've seen the uproar. It was quite amusing."
Blaine hummed as he took a sip of his water. He wasn't surprised that Sebastian had followed the night's craziness. In fact, he was certain that several celebrities he'd befriended throughout the years had watched the storm he and Kurt created. He had yet to get online since logging off the night before but he guessed his DM's were filled with questions about his beoved. "Oh, I'm sure. We only caught the end of it but I can only imagine the initial reaction."
Sebastian snorted a laugh. "You have no idea. I am surprised by all the secrecy though. What's up with that? I figured you'd be shouting it from the rooftops," he teased.
"Well," Blaine started with a sigh. "He just turned 18 yesterday, so..."
"So he's still in high school," Sebastian concluded. "Wow. I didn't see that one coming. Although it does explain the whole knowing him as a child thing. I figured he'd at least be 21 though."
"Nope. Kurt's a senior at McKinley High in Lima of all places," Blaine said, the disdain in his voice clear as day.
Sebastian inhaled sharply. "Lima? Really? Ouch. I can't imagine Lima being too accepting," he grumbled. Sebastian still remembered the one time they went to The Lima Bean and received disgusted glares from the patrons. They weren't even dating then but Blaine's bowtie and suspenders was enough to make them judge the young Dalton boys.
"From what he's told me it's not," Blaine replied and Sebastian didn't miss the edge in his voice. "But that's not why I'm calling. I called because-"
"Because you'd like my help keeping the extra crazies at bay?" Sebastian cut in knowingly. "I figured as much. I can't tell you how many messages I got last night offering condolences," he said sarcastically. "A few even went as far as telling me that I need to go public with my love for you and demand that Eric let us be together," Blaine rolled his eyes and he was sure Sebastian had too. "I swear to God Blaine these people get crazier every day."
Blaine ran his hands through his hair and groaned. "I know, Seb. I'm sure I have my own set of disgruntled messages. But you'll help out, right? I mean, Kurt's not one to be pushed around, I can tell you that right now. But our fans can get mean. I don't know if he's quite prepared for all that yet."
"Of course I'll help," Sebastian said softly. "He's your soulmate Blaine, your one and only. You deserve to be happy and I know that if Kurt's not happy, you won't be either. Consider me the captain of S.S. Klaine," he said with a chuckle though Blaine could hear the hurt in his voice.
Blaine smiled sadly. He knew this couldn't be easy for Sebastian. "Thanks, Seb. I really appreciate it."
"No, prob. We're Dalton men. We gotta stick together, right?"
"Right," Blaine chuckled softly. "Have you...have you talked to him?" he asked gently.
Sebastian paused for a moment before answering. "No, I...I haven't talked to him," he replied, his voice thick with emotion. He decided not to tell Blaine that he'd emailed Hunter a few weeks back but had yet to get a response. Sebastian didn't need his best friend to feel sorry for him. "But hey, it's his loss."
"Seb-"
"Don't, Blaine. Please," Sebastian interrupted, his emotions starting to get the better of him. "Look, I gotta go and you have a show to get ready for. Have Kurt send me a message on Twitter and I'll take it from there."
Blaine knew when to push and when to leave things alone, and by the crack in Sebastian's voice, he knew it was not the time to question Sebastian about his soulmate. "Alright, I will. Thanks again. I owe you."
"Don't be stupid. You don't owe me anything. You're my best friend, B. I got your back," Sebastian assured him. "I'll talk to you soon. Love you bro."
"Love you too, Seb. Bye."
Blaine ended his call with Sebastian and dropped his head on his arms. He hated how much Sebastian had been hurting in the past couple of years and with every conversation, he could tell that it was only getting worse. He hoped Sebastian wasn't drinking again. He would need to talk to Cooper and ask him to check in on Sebastian while they were on tour. With a deep sigh, he lifted his head and went to Kurt's contact info. He smiled softly at the picture he had taken the day before. His soulmate was so beautiful that it was almost unfair. Just as he decided to give Kurt a quick call, he heard the bus door open.
"Blaine," Eric called out as he walked up the steps.
"I know, Eric. I'll be right there. I'm just going to call Kurt real quick," Blaine replied.
"Blaine," Eric said more forcefully.
Blaine glanced up from his phone and froze when he saw who was standing behind Eric.
"Mom?" he breathed.
Natalie smiled cautiously and waved a little. "Hi, son."
"Oh my God!" Blaine slid out of the booth and hurried to his mother, swooping her up in his arms. "You're here! You came!" Although he'd talked to her, he hadn't seen his mother face to face in over five years. He forgot how warm her embraces were.
"I'll leave you two alone," Eric said with a small smile. "Ten minutes, Blaine."
Blaine nodded quickly as Eric walked out of the bus and looked back at his mother. "I don't believe it. I didn't think you'd make it," he said as he ushered her to the seats lined against the bus wall.
"I said I would try," Natalie spoke quietly.
"I know. I just thought you'd be too busy or that Dad would stop you," Blaine replied honestly with a small shrug.
"Your father left on business this morning. As far as he's concerned I'm at home knitting or something," she said with a smirk and Blaine gasped overdramatically.
"Mother! You lied to Dad? I'm astonished," Blaine teased good-naturedly.
Natalie held her hand up and shook her head. "I never lie. I just let him think what he wants."
Blaine smiled softly, grabbing hold of his mother's hands and squeezing. "I'm really glad you came."
"Yeah?" Natalie questioned and Blaine nodded. "I wasn't sure if you really wanted me here."
"I do," Blaine assured her but she shook her head, looking away from her youngest as tears prickled in her eyes. "Mom?"
Natalie looked up at her youngest, years of guilt bubbling underneath the surface. "I promised myself I wouldn't do this. I'm sorry. I just...I know I've missed a lot. I know I haven't always been there when I needed to be. But I want to be, Blaine. I'm not getting any younger and my babies are grown men now and I haven't even met Monica yet and I just, I'm so sorry Blaine," Natalie cried and Blaine pulled her into an embrace.
"You don't have anything to apologize for, Mom," Blaine spoke gently, his thumb gently grazing her back. "I know it wasn't you. I know that Dad was the decision maker for everything and he's a stubborn man. I know you would've done things differently had you been given the chance." Blaine pulled back from his mother and wiped away her tears. "None of that matters anymore. What matters is that you're here now. I love you, Mom. Don't ever think otherwise."
Natalie offered him a small smile. "I always thought you hated me after what we did."
"I could never hate you. I don't even hate Dad. If anything I'm grateful he refused to accept me. It made me stronger," Blaine told her. Sure, he had his moments where he wondered what if, but he knew he wouldn't change a thing. "Besides, hate is a strong emotion, one that can eat away at someone, and that's just not me. And so is guilt, so please, don't feel guilty about what happened. I forgave you both a long time ago. It's time you forgave yourself."
"When did you get to be so smart?" Natalie asked, raising her hand to Blaine's face and cupping his cheek.
Blaine smiled and shrugged. "I think the pound of Smarties I ate for my 12th birthday may have had something to do with it," he joked and she laughed lightly. "But seriously Mom, you and I, we're ok, more than. It means a lot to me that you're here."
Natalie nodded and wiped away the stray tears. "He does love you, you know, your dad. He loves you very much. He just doesn't know how to show it. He doesn't want to admit that he was wrong."
"Yeah well, I won't hold my breath on that one," Blaine muttered and Natalie smiled apologetically. "But it's ok. I have Cooper, I have you. That's all I need."
"That's not all you need," Natalie said with a slight tease. "I follow you on Twitter you know. I saw that you found Kurt."
Blaine's eyes widened, his jaw going slack. "You have a Twitter? Wait... you know his name? How?"
"You showed us, on your 18th birthday. I remembered the name. I even searched for him a few times," Natalie admitted.
"Wow, Mom. Stalker much?" Blaine said jokingly though really, he was shocked by her confession.
"I was curious. I wanted to see who would be lucky enough to be yours," Natalie replied with an apologetic smile.
"And? What did you find?" Blaine asked curiously.
Natalie shook her head. "Not much. He wasn't in any databases when I searched for him so I figured he hadn't turned of age yet."
"No, he hadn't. Yesterday was his birthday," Blaine informed her.
"Is that why you dedicated a song to him?" She asked and Blaine blushed a little. "You always were a bit impulsive."
Blaine chuckled. "What can I say? Some things never change." "Can I know about him?" Natalie asked hesitantly.
Before Blaine could answer her, his phone beeped with a new text message. He looked at the message and typed a quick reply. "I would love to tell you about him. But right now, I have to get to the meet and greet. Would you like to come with me or would you rather stay in our dressing room?"
"I'd like to come, if that's alright."
Blaine nodded eagerly. "Of course it is. Come on. The guys are going to flip when they see you."
Natalie had thought that Blaine was kidding when he told her that his band mates would be happy to see her. She had assumed that they would be reluctant to welcome her because the last time she'd seen them was the day her husband slammed the door in their faces. But as soon as they walked into the dressing room, the guys were at her side hugging her as if she was their own mother. Natalie had always liked Blaine's friends and she would forever be grateful that they had gone to Blaine's aide when he needed them.
During the meet and greet, she stood against the wall behind the guys as they autographed pictures and t-shirts for their fans. It amazed her how calm and charming they stayed as the fans screamed and freaked out for them, and her heart melted when one of them would hug a crying fan. They must've signed hundreds of autographs and not once did any of their smiles falter. They had all grown so much in the past six years and it broke her heart how much she had missed.
Throughout the concert, Natalie clapped along and sang quietly to herself to the songs she knew. She wouldn't admit it to her husband, but when he was away on business and she was alone in their big, empty house, she would blast The Warblers' album and dance around without a care in the world. She also watched Cooper's show religiously without him knowing, though she suspected he secretly watched as well. If there was one thing about her husband she wished she could change, it would be his stubbornness. She loved the man dearly, more than life itself. But lately, she had been wondering if her love and devotion to him was worth the cost.
Oh, oh, oh,
Make it feel like the first time
Oh, oh, oh
Make it feel like the first time
Natalie remembered the first time she truly heard Blaine sing. He had stayed home from school with a fever, but despite being sick, he belted out the words to A Whole New World, switching between singing Aladdin's part and Jasmine's. Even then she knew that he was destined for more, that his talent was rare. But she also knew that her husband would never accept his love of music so she turned the movie off, ignored his pleas to keep it on at least until the song ended, gave him his lunch and medicine and forced him to go to bed.
Come on let it set you free
Right here, right now where you're supposed to be
Oh, oh, oh
Make it feel like the first time
She remembered when they found his guitar hidden away in his closet. John had been infuriated. Cooper was already fighting with him about wanting to go into the acting business instead of accounting, so when John realized that Blaine was trying to learn to play in hopes of being a musician, he broke the guitar right in front of his son and stormed off with zero concern for their heartbroken song. A few weeks later, Natalie caught Cooper sneaking into the house with a brand new guitar for Blaine. That was the first time she decided to keep something from her husband.
Blaine
So let's toast to the good life
Nick
Good life, yeah, yeah
Blaine
Just let go and free your mind
Nick
Free your mind
Blaine
Let the beat
Nick
Let the beat
Blaine
Be your lifeline
Nick
Lifeline
Blaine
Make it feel
Nick
Make it feel
Blaine
Like the first time
Nick
First time, first time
She remembered Blaine's first word, his first steps, his first I love you. She remembered his first grade play and the light in his eyes that came only from being on stage. She had a lifetime of firsts with him and Cooper, a lifetime of happy memories mixed with the bad, and yet, she felt like she didn't know who her sons were. She felt as though that life was merely a dream that turned into a nightmare and it pained her heart to think of all the first times she'd missed with her sons. Blaine's first album, The Warblers' first show. Cooper's first movie premier, his first big break. Well no more. She was done missing out on her son's lives. She was done missing out on any more first times. She could only hope that her husband would swallow his pride before it was too late.
Finn glanced over at Kurt as he sighed for what seemed like the hundredth time. They were in Finn's room watching a movie together, Kurt was on his bed and he was sitting on the floor, but Kurt wasn't paying attention to anything but his phone. The day had been filled with screaming and laughing and an overly happy Kurt singing, Blaine Anderson is my soulmate, at the top of lungs throughout the entire house. But as the day progressed and Blaine had yet to call, Kurt's mood slowly but surely deflated. It had been Kurt's idea to watch a movie, hoping that he would be able to distract himself from the deep sense of loss he felt. But now all Kurt could do was cuddle into Finn's comforter, his phone help tightly in his hand, and wait.
"Why don't you just call him, man?" Finn suggested, shrinking back when Kurt sent him a deadly glare.
Kurt sighed loudly and looked back at the TV, wondering how he'd managed to sit through the entire movie without doing exactly that. "I can't. He said he'd call me as soon as he got the chance so I'm going to wait. I went through this yesterday. The guys barely have time to breathe let alone make a call," Finn smiled apologetically and nodded. "All I can do is wait."
"I don't know if Blaine knows this, but you aren't very patient," Finn teased, earning him a small smile.
"I'm not," Kurt confirmed, glancing at his phone again and willing it to ring. "But I'm going to have to be."
Finn paused the movie and gave Kurt his full attention, folding his arms on the edge of the bed and resting his chin on them. "What's it like? Finding your soulmate, I mean. What's that feel like?"
"You were in the same soulmate class as me, Finn," Kurt smirked, leaning his head on his hand. "Didn't you pay attention?"
"Well yeah but...I still want to know how you feel," Finn half shrugged, his lower lip caught in between his teeth.
Kurt hummed a sigh, a smile slowly gracing his face. "I feel amazing. I mean, I miss the hell out of him which I knew I would but...I don't know. It's like the world finally makes sense. I feel...I feel whole, even with him not here. I feel like I could do anything in the entire world."
"Is the whole, losing yourself in the bond, part for real?" Finn asked curiously. "Cause you two seemed really chill yesterday."
Kurt grinned seductively, his cheeks turning a bright pink. "Oh, that's very real. If we seemed chill then it was a total lie cause we were dying to get our hands on each other. Again."
Finn narrowed his eyes. "Again?"
Kurt nodded. "It was a long drive from Columbus to Lima," he said innocently though his eyes sparkled with mischievousness.
"Dude," Finn turned away though his lips upturned into a smirk. "Spare me the details."
"I'll put it this way, be happy that it was Tana that came to get us last night and not you," Kurt all but purred.
"Look man, if you're going to tell me about you and Blaine then I'm going to tell you about me and Rachel," Finn warned, holding back a laugh at the look of repulsion on Kurt's face. "Cause she does this thing with her tongue- "
Kurt put his fingers in his ears. "La, la, la, la, la. I can't hear you."
Finn threw his head back and laughed. "Yeah, that's what I thought. Though it's nice to know that my bro's getting some," he teased.
"Finn!" Kurt grumbled in embarrassment, grabbing the pillow and smacking Finn with it. "I know I started it but can we please move on from the conversation."
Finn laughed and nodded. Truth was, he didn't want to tell Kurt any details of his and Rachel's relationship, not that there was any to really tell. He and Rachel hadn't done more than heavy making out because she wanted to wait until they turned of age and Finn was ok with that, knowing in his heart that Rachel was meant to be his. But he enjoyed teasing Kurt and couldn't help but put the idea of Rachel doing dirty things with her tongue into his head. He'd suffered enough with Santana's unfiltered mouth throughout the years. He could get a little payback, even if what he said wasn't true.
Blaine's voice suddenly filled the room and Kurt jumped, scrambling to answer his phone.
"Hello?"
"Hey there, beautiful," Blaine greeted and Kurt instantly melted. "I'm sorry for calling so late. It's been a hectic day."
"No, no. It's totally fine. I understand. Hold on a minute," Kurt replied as he got out of Finn's bed. "Goodnight, Finn," he said and quickly left the room before Finn could even respond.
Kurt practically ran to his room, kicking the door closed behind him before jumping on his bed. "Ok, I'm in my room now so we can talk," he breathed. "How was your day?"
Blaine settled into his bunk, Sir Devon the Knight in his arms. "It was incredible actually," he said with a sigh. "My mom came to the show."
"Oh?"
"Yeah, oh," Blaine replied with a small laugh. "I was floored that she came. She said she would try but I didn't really think she would."
Kurt laid down on his side, resting his head on the pillow and bringing Blaine's shirt up to his nose to inhale. "So it went well?"
"Very well. I think we're finally at a place where we could put the past behind us and move forward. I wish things were going as well with my dad but..." Blaine trailed off for a moment in search of the right words. "He and I are such different people that I don't know if he'll ever come around, ya know?"
"I'm sorry things with your dad aren't going well," Kurt said gently. "But I'm glad your mom came to see you."
"Me too," Blaine smiled, closing his eyes and snuggling his face into Sir Devon the Knight. God he missed his soulmate. "As far as my dad, well, that'll happen when it happens. But I don't want to dwell on that. How was your day? Did Tana stab you in the face?" he asked teasingly.
Kurt laughed and shook his head. "No, but I'm sure she wanted to. In fact, my dad probably would've helped her after the way I woke them up this morning."
Blaine grinned. "More screaming and flailing?"
Kurt blushed. "Yes, lots more and this time it was the good kind."
Blaine chuckled softly, wishing more than anything that he could hold Kurt right now. "I'm glad to hear. I really missed you today. I got used to having you around."
"You only had me around for one day," Kurt said timidly. "You couldn't have missed me that much."
"Oh I did, trust me," Blaine assured him. "All I needed was one day and I'm already completely taken with you."
Kurt bit back a squeal, his heart hammering in chest. "I missed you too, so much."
"I can't wait to see you again. Can't you just come on tour with us? We'll hire you a on the road teacher and everything." Blaine knew that there was no way neither Eric nor Burt would be ok with that idea but he had to put it out there, just in case.
"Blaine, don't tempt me," Kurt whined with a pout. "My dad will never allow that."
Blaine pouted. "I know," he said with disappointment. "Besides, it would be unfair of me to bring you along when the guys have to leave their soulmates at home. Except Jeff and Nick but they don't count."
"HEY!" Kurt heard Jeff yell in the background. "Not cool man!" "Stop listening to my phone call then," Blaine retorted.
"I wasn't," Jeff argued, his voice sounding closer. Kurt guessed that he was peering his head into Blaine's bunk. "I was just passing by."
"Whatever," Blaine said with an eye roll. "Go away, I'm trying to talk to Kurt."
"How rude," Jeff said with a smirk but left Blaine alone.
"Sorry about that. Jeff's nosy as hell. He loves to listen in on other people's phone calls," Blaine said with a fond laugh.
"Somehow that doesn't surprise me," Kurt chuckled.
Kurt heard a knock on his door and his heart dropped as it opened. "Lights out, Kurt," Burt said from the doorway.
"But I'm talking to Blaine," Kurt whined and Blaine found it entirely too cute.
"I'm sorry but rules are rules," Burt said firmly. "Say goodnight and go to bed."
Kurt huffed but nodded. "Blaine, I have to go. I have school in the morning."
Blaine's heart ached but he nodded to himself in understanding. "Ok. Sleep well, love. Call me before you head off to school."
"K," Kurt said sadly. "Goodnight, Blaine."
"Night."
"Goodnight, son."
"Goodnight, Dad," Kurt grumbled as he reached for his charger to plug his phone in. Burt smiled apologetically before closing the door.
Kurt stared at the ceiling for a little while, thinking of Blaine and how desperately he wanted to be in his arms. He wiped a single tear away as the overwhelming feeling of loss hit him again. Being apart was going to be harder than he thought.
