Hi, I just wanted to say that any typos in this fic are due to google translate or they were in the original text too. However I would also like to mention that I am british and that means some words might be spelled differently. E.g. color and colour!


Chapter 11: Getting to Know You


Distance is one of the toughest steps to go through for newly found soulmates. The soul's desire to be whole is overwhelming and even when a bond has yet to be forged, a connection occurs between the souls. Soulmates who are forced to be apart in the early stages of their relationship have a more difficult time building the foundation for their love. Constructing the foundation through distance takes a certain amount of strength from both souls and those who are successful have a stronger bond than most. Not all souls are strong enough to withstand being apart however and those relationships can crumble under the pressure. Soulmates who make the mistake of being intimate upon meeting and then go their separate ways hardly ever repair the emotional damage. Those souls often lose themselves in the void left behind and if they aren't careful, the darkness will swallow them whole.

Excerpt from: What it means to Bond

Chapter: Bonding Stages


Blaine closed his eyes and took deep breaths. His heart was pounding and his blood boiled with pure rage. He tried counting to 10. He tried to keep himself from losing his cool. But as the videos replayed in his mind, his anger only grew tenfold. Eric hadn't wanted to tell him. He hadn't wanted to show Blaine the website he found. But he knew he had no choice and now he had to try and calm Blaine down before he did something that would bite him in the ass.

"Blaine, I know you're upset," Eric started but Blaine quickly cut him off.

"Upset? You think I'm upset?" he snapped, standing up so abruptly that he nearly knocked his laptop off its stand. "I'm not upset, I'm furious!"

"But you need to calm down," Eric implored with a gentle but firm voice.

"How can I possibly calm down when Kurt's getting bullied at school?!" Blaine yelled and pointed at his laptop. "Did you watch those videos? He's getting harassed by students and teachers! How the fuck do you expect me to calm down?" Blaine had thought Kurt was kidding about the administration not caring about his well-being. He'd hoped that the bullying wasn't as bad as he'd imagined. But after watching just a few videos on Jacob Ben Israel's website, Blaine knew that it was all much worse. "And who the hell is this kid, this Jacob Ben Israel?! Who is he and why the hell is he posting that shit online?!"

Eric ran his hands through his hair and sighed. It was never a good sign when Blaine cursed. He wasn't one to use profanities and when he did, Eric knew his anger was getting the better of him. "From what I've gathered, he's essentially McKinley's very own paparazzi. I understand that you're angry, Blaine. I would be too. But you need to calm down." Blaine sent him a hard glare but said nothing, placing his hands on his hips. "I know you, B. I know that you're already thinking of all the ways you could fix this but you can't."

"Like hell I can't," Blaine said through gritted teeth.

"You can't," Eric said again, standing up to look Blaine square in the eyes. "At least not yet. You need to be smart about this. You can't call the school because they obviously don't care and you can't just march in there and make demands or threaten this kid." Blaine looked away, unwilling to admit that those exact thoughts went through his mind. "But we do need to do something. There are over three years of footage on there and though it does seem that the bullying has decreased, the last thing we need is for the media to see any of this. It wasn't that hard finding this website and once you and Kurt are out in the open, anyone with internet access is going to be able to find it."

"Well then what are we supposed to do?" Blaine asked with slight desperation.

Eric placed a hand on Blaine's shoulder and gave him a comforting squeeze. "I have an idea, but I don't want to do it until after you talk to Kurt. If we do it before, I can pretty much guarantee that Kurt is going to be really pissed off at you."

Blaine scoffed and shook his head. "I can guarantee he's already going to be pissed that I went behind his back after he told me to leave this alone," he grumbled.

"And that is why you need to talk to him first. If we play our cards right, we can get the website taken down but you need to trust me."

Blaine nodded reluctantly. "Alright. What's your idea?"


As the days passed, Kurt and Blaine learned as much as they could about each other. They talked about their hobbies and favorite movies, they playfully argued over books and music, and they shared their hopes and dreams. Kurt learned that Blaine was a dork at heart who loved to read comic books and often dressed in unrecognizable costumes in order to attend different video game conventions. In turn, Blaine learned that Kurt had a deep passion for Broadway and a knack for designing clothes. Kurt also discovered that Blaine had a fear of heights which often led to short jokes from the guys and Blaine found out that Santana had been Kurt's best friend since elementary school.

During one of their late night Skype dates, a sleepy Blaine admitted that he watched the video Santana had sent him on more than one occasion which led to an embarrassed Kurt admitting the same. That particular conversation was filled with flushed faces and whispered confessions between the new couple. Confessions that included a few of Blaine's fantasies that he never fulfilled and Kurt telling Blaine about the birthday gifts he received from Santana. Blaine had all but begged Kurt to show him, unable to believe that his soulmate had a vibrator called the Ass-Berry Raspberry. But no matter how much Blaine pouted and teased him, Kurt refused to show him.

"That's fine. Don't show me. I'll just have to see it when I come visit you," Blaine had told Kurt seductively with a teasing smirk and Kurt had blushed so deeply that Blaine had to resist the urge to touch himself. He loved how Kurt was both innocent and sexy at the same time and he couldn't wait to experience and explore everything with him.

The one topic they both avoided however was McKinley High School. Kurt did his best not to talk about what happened in school, always worrying about how Blaine would react to the taunting he received. While Blaine forced himself not to ask specific questions that could hint at him knowing more than he should. Both could sense the slight tension between them but neither commented on it, chalking it up to the distance between them. They didn't want to make waves so early on in their relationship so they ignored the unease and focused on making each other smile instead.

Their first month apart was torture and they missed each other desperately. On the days they were able to talk via Skype, the ache in their hearts was easier to ignore. But most days they only had a few minutes to spare at a time, either because of the tour schedule or Cheerios practice and Glee club rehearsal, and those days were the worst. Kurt often cried himself to sleep those nights while listening to his personal recordings of Blaine, and Blaine constantly watched all the random videos Santana had text him of Kurt at school and held Sir Devon close to his heart as if it was his lifeline. The were dealing with the longing for one another as best they could, but it was hard and neither knew how much longer they could go

Throughout that time, Kurt also became better acquainted with Sebastian. They exchanged cell phone numbers a few days after talking on Twitter and slowly but surely began building a friendship of sorts. With Sebastian on break from filming, it was easy for him to keep in direct contact with Kurt and he took advantage of it. Kurt was becoming somewhat of a younger brother to Sebastian and he enjoyed getting to know him. It was weird for Kurt at first, having Sebastian text him or call him as if they were old friends. But he had to admit that he didn't mind either. Talking with Sebastian, someone who was close to Blaine, helped ease the pain in his heart a little, even if that someone was annoyingly obnoxious most of the time.

"I seriously hate you so fucking much right now," Kurt snapped and Sebastian could only laugh. It was Wednesday evening and they had been on the phone for close to an hour already. Kurt was desperately trying to get Sebastian to tell him which movie franchise he was doing next and Sebastian refused to give him any details. "That's it. You're not invited to the wedding."

"Get real, Hummel. There's no way that Blaine is going to let that happen and you know it," Sebastian replied smugly.

Kurt groaned loudly and Sebastian chuckled. Kurt was entirely too entertaining. "Alright fine, whatever. But please, please tell me! I'm dying over here!"

"You know, legally speaking, I'm not allowed to tell you," Sebastian pointed out and Kurt scowled at the arrogance in Sebastian's tone. "You're asking me to break the law and I don't think I can do that."

"Oh come on," Kurt whined impatiently. "It's not like I'm going to tell anyone! Please just tell me!"

Sebastian sighed dramatically, a smirk on his lips. "Sorry, Kurt. No can do. You're just going to have to wait like everyone else."

"Ugh! You are a terrible person and I hate you!" Kurt declared. Sebastian snorted a laugh. "I'm hanging up now. I don't want to talk to you anymore."

"Bye!" Sebastian shouted with a laugh but Kurt didn't reply. It wouldn't be the first time that Kurt hung up on him.

With an aggravated huff, Kurt sent Blaine a text.

From Kurt Hummel:
I hate Sebastian with a passion.

From Blaine Anderson:
Lol. He still won't tell you what movie he's doing, huh?

From Kurt Hummel:
No he won't and I hate him.
Are you available to talk tonight?

From Blaine Anderson:
I'm sorry love. I'll see what I can do about getting him to tell you.
Not tonight. :( But I promise we'll talk tomorrow as soon as you get home from school.

Kurt sighed sadly and wiped away a single tear.

From Kurt Hummel:
:( Alright. I miss you. Talk to you tomorrow. Goodnight.

From Blaine Anderson:
Miss you too my love. Goodnight.


Blaine stared at his phone, resisting the urge to call Kurt and instead went to Sebastian's number.

"Hey killer," Sebastian greeted way too innocently. "What's up?"

Blaine grabbed a shirt and folded it, placing it next to his luggage. "Seb, I thought you said you were going to tell Kurt?"

Sebastian laughed and Blaine shook his head. "I was but it's way more fun teasing the hell out of him. He just spent an hour yelling at me and it was so damn funny. He's quite entertaining."

Blaine nodded with a smile. "Yeah he is. Just wait until he does find out though. He's going to want to be your best friend," he teased and Sebastian snorted. "I'm serious, man. He loves that book, that whole series in fact. He's going to flip out when he finds out you're one of the leads."

"And this is why I haven't told him," Sebastian reasoned. "He needs to fangirl with the rest of them."

Blaine rolled up a pair of pants and set it aside. "When are you announcing it? I've been able to keep this from him so far but I can't guarantee I'll be able to keep my mouth shut when I see him."

"The earliest I can do it is tomorrow evening. The company is announcing the official cast list Saturday morning," Sebastian told him. "When does your flight leave?"

"At 9. I'll be at the Hummel's by the time Kurt gets home from school," Blaine answered excitedly. The Warblers had a four day break and Blaine was using his off time to visit Kurt. Wes and David were both going to California to be with their wives for a few days while Jeff and Nick stayed on the bus as it drove from Minnesota to South Dakota.

"And he doesn't know you're coming?"

"Nope. I've avoided talking to him too much this week because I didn't want to ruin the surprise." Blaine took a moment to breathe before his emotions overwhelmed him. "I'm going crazy over here, Seb. Thank God for these next few days because honestly, I don't think I would've been able to go any longer without seeing him."

Sebastian chuckled softly. "I don't doubt that," he said and Blaine immediately picked up on the pain in his voice. "I'm going to go but have a safe flight. I'll text you when I'm about to announce it. Try and record his reaction for me."

Blaine laughed lightly. "Will do."


Later that night, Sebastian sat at his desk with his bottle of high quality Bourbon and a half empty glass. He swirled around the amber liquid before taking a slow sip, his eyes focused on his computer screen. He promised himself that he wouldn't email Hunter. He swore to himself that he was done begging his soulmate for the time of day. But getting to know his best friend's soulmate made him want to try again. He hated to admit it but he was jealous. He was happy for Blaine, truly. Blaine had been there for him when everyone else had abandoned him and for that he would forever be grateful. But he also couldn't help but be envious. Blaine was happy and in love while he was miserable and alone. It sucked.

Sebastian had the reputation of being a playboy without a heart, a reputation that far too many people, his soulmate included, believed. But Sebastian wasn't like that, not exactly. Not anymore. He made the mistake of going out and hooking up with a few guys in the early years of his career and had been Hollywood's Playboy ever since. The media loved to make him out to be the bad guy and Sebastian learned to deal with it as best as he could.

Truthfully, he hadn't fooled around with anyone since the one time Blaine did him a favor more than three years ago and he had no intention of doing so ever again. The only person he ever wanted to be with was Hunter and if that meant becoming acquainted with his left hand for the rest of his life then so be it. Sebastian shuddered at the thought. Hunter wouldn't hate him for the rest of their lives, would he? Sebastian downed the rest of his drink, barely wincing at the all too familiar burn and poured himself his third glass. With a deep breath, he started yet another email to his soulmate. An email he was sure Hunter would ignore. Again.

From:
To:

Hunter,
I know that you hate me but we need to talk.

Sebastian shook his head and deleted it. He'd already written too many starting the same way.

From:
To:

My dearest Hunter,
Words cannot express how truly sorry I am for everything.

Sebastian scoffed and deleted the message. He wasn't some poet and he sure as well wasn't some hopeless romantic. That was Blaine's turf. He drummed his fingers on the keyboard before deciding on a different approach, one he'd been avoiding for years.

From:
To:

Hunter,
I can't do this anymore.

Day in and day out I think of all the ways I could make you forgive me. I think of all the ways I could apologize and not a single thing I come up with is good enough. And not because the ideas are bad, but because you are an arrogant snob who wouldn't appreciate the gesture. You would think me insincere and you would think that I was trying to buy your affection, which I'm not. I'm simply trying to make a connection with my soulmate, a real connection, and whether you want to admit it or not, you Hunter Nolan Clarington, ARE my soulmate.

I'm tired of being the only one that's trying. I'm tired of constantly emailing you only to have you ignore me. I know you have to be hurting as much as I am. Why are you resisting this? Resisting me? It's been four years, Hunter. Don't you think it's time we worked this out? I doubt you'll believe me, but I think of you every single day. I think of how different things would be if you gave us the chance. It pains me so much to come home to an empty loft when I should be coming home to the love my life. To you.

I'm offering you one last chance. I can't keep holding onto something that's not there. It hurts too much. We need to move forward or I need to move on. Please, Hunter, move forward with me. I can't do this without you.

I leave in six weeks for Europe and I won't be back for months, years even. I want you with me. For once in your life swallow your pride and take my offer. Please, my love, I'm begging you. Come with me.

Are you in or out?

-Sebastian

Sebastian read and reread the email over a dozen times before finally hitting send. Now all he could do was hope and wait.


Hunter looked up from the exam he'd been grading when his school computer informed him of a new email. He didn't need to open it to know that it was from Sebastian. His soulmate, if he could even call Sebastian that, emailed every few weeks like clockwork. He sighed and removed his glasses, placing them on top of his desk. He contemplated not opening it, like he did every time Sebastian emailed him. But in the end, he needed to know what Sebastian had to say.

His heart beat erratically as he read the email over and over again. Sebastian was giving him an ultimatum? Did he actually expect Hunter to drop everything and go gallivanting in Europe with him? He was the one that needed to swallow his pride? The more Hunter read the email, the angrier he grew. Who the hell did Sebastian think he was? Just because Fate decided to stick them together didn't mean that they would actually work. Hunter learned the hard way that he and Sebastian were the worst people to be coupled. They were both too hot headed and too stubborn. Them being soulmates was nothing but a cruel joke Fate played. Hunter was certain of it.

'I doubt you'll believe me, but I think of you every single day.'

Hunter didn't believe him. The latest tabloid placing Sebastian and some blond at a club the other night proved otherwise. How could Sebastian possibly be thinking of me when he's off fucking whatever random guy batted their eyelashes at him?

'I can't do this without you.'

Hunter wanted to believe it. He truly did. But he knew it was a lie. Sebastian didn't need him. He was doing just fine without him. All Sebastian wanted Hunter for was to follow him around like some love sick puppy. As soon as Sebastian got bored with him, he'd drop him and go on to the next guy. Hunter swore to himself years ago that he would not get involved in Sebastian's game and he had no intention of breaking that promise. With his decision made, Hunter replied to the email. The moment he hit send though, he felt like his heart had been ripped out of his chest. What have I done?


Sebastian paced back and forth anxiously, sipping on his Bourbon and hitting the refresh button every few minutes. It was a routine he did every time he emailed Hunter. He'd wait for hours for a response and when he got none, he'd drown his sorrows in whiskey before allowing the pain in his heart to consume him. As he poured his fourth glass, he refreshed the page again and inhaled sharply when he saw that Hunter had actually replied. With a shaky hand, he opened the email.

From:
To:
I'm out.

"No," Sebastian muttered, shaking his head fervently. "No, no, NO!"

Sebastian threw the glass at the wall, the sound of it shattering drowned by the devastated screams. He tossed his chair and computer screen in a rage. He grabbed the bottle and threw it before falling to his knees, his body wrecked with sobs. He curled into the fetal position and cried into the late hours of the night until he was overtaken with exhaustion and passed out. When he awoke hours later, he felt no emotion, no pain. He was completely numb. He looked around the room and saw the mess but didn't care. It didn't matter. Nothing mattered. Not anymore.


Thursday afternoon found Kurt sitting in the back row next to Quinn as Rachel went on and on about why she deserved the solo while Santana argued with her that it was time other members were given a chance. Kurt didn't need to listen to the argument to know what was being said. It was the same argument the two had been having for years and quite frankly, Kurt could care-less. All he wanted to do was go home and talk with Blaine. He sighed longingly and glanced at Quinn, smirking at the look on her face. She was biting her lower lip and staring at Santana as if she was the most beautiful creature on the planet.

"You keep staring like that and your secret's not gonna stay secret for long," he whispered in her ear and Quinn immediately looked away. She hadn't meant to tell Kurt how she had feelings for Santana, how she longed to be with her, touch her. But Kurt was perceptive as hell and had confronted her after he caught her staring the week before. Admitting her feelings to him was the same as finally admitting them to herself and now that the flood gates had opened, she didn't know how to keep them closed.

"I can't help it," Quinn whispered back harshly. "I'm trying here, ok?"

"Maybe you should stop trying and just go for it," Kurt suggested not for the first time and Quinn sent him a cold glare. Kurt merely shrugged it off and sat back in his seat.

"-I am the most qualified singer and it would be unwise of us to-"

"Get over yourself, Berry! I am way more talented and a hell of a lot sexier than you! I'm tired of you getting all the damn solos. You're not the only star in here!"

Kurt rolled his eyes and pulled out his phone to text Blaine. But just as he went to his messages, Blaine's smiling face appeared in his screen, indicating that he was calling. Kurt quickly answered. "Hey, hold on." Kurt said in greeting and started walking down the steps.

"Kurt, where are-"

"I'll be right back, Mr. Schue," Kurt cut him off. "I need to take this. Besides, I'm done listening to these two bitch. Tana is right and Rachel needs to get over it," he said and walked out of the room as the fighting continued. Kurt shook his head. Mr. Schue needed to get a handle on things before Santana strangled Rachel. "Hey, sorry about that. I'm still in school so I can't talk long. What's up?"

"I just wanted to talk," Blaine answered. "I figured you'd be home from Glee rehearsal already. Is everything ok?"

Kurt leaned on the wall and looked around the empty hallway. "Yeah everything's fine. Just the usual, Rachel stealing the spotlight while the rest of us plan her demise," he said and Blaine chuckled. "You'll still be able to talk when I get home though, right? We might be here for a while."

"Of course, love. My afternoon is completely free. I'm all yours," Blaine replied. There was something about the way he said that made Kurt raise a questioning brow but he decided to leave it alone. "You get back to rehearsal and I'll see you soon, ok?"

"Yeah, alright," Kurt groaned, not wanting to go back into the classroom. "I'll text you when I'm on my way home."

"Sounds good. Bye, love."

Kurt ended the call and stared at his phone for a moment. Blaine said he'd see me soon? He must mean on Skype. What else would he mean? With a long sigh, he pocketed his phone and went back inside the classroom just in time to see Santana launch herself at Rachel.


"Do you think he suspects anything?" Burt asked with a smirk once Blaine ended the call.

Blaine shook his head with an excited smile. "I don't think so. He's too busy thinking of all the ways to end Rachel's life," he joked.

Burt chuckled along and nodded. "Let me tell you, that girl is something else. You'll meet her eventually I'm sure. She's pretty intense."

"I've heard," Blaine replied with a small smile. "So, I wanted to discuss something with you before Kurt got home." Burt stood straighter as Blaine pulled out his wallet. "I don't want to overstep my boundaries and although Kurt's my soulmate, you are his father and I'd like your approval before I give him this." Burt's eyebrows shot up when Blaine handed him a Black Platinum Card with Kurt's name on it. "If you'd rather I wait to give it to him I will. But I've saved every dime I've earned since we've started because I wanted to be able to take care of all of Kurt's needs."

Burt rubbed the back of his neck, the simple plastic card feeling heavy in his fingertips. "I'll be honest here, bud. I'm not exactly thrilled with the idea of my son having access to your account, an account that requires one of these bad boys at that. But as your soulmate you have every right to give this to him."

Blaine nodded with understanding as Burt returned the card. "Like I said, if you don't feel comfortable with me giving it to him then I won't. But I know I would feel better if he had it in case of emergencies."

"Do you know how many shopping emergencies Kurt has?" Burt asked with a smirk. Blaine shrugged a little but said nothing. Burt sighed. "Look, as his father, no I don't feel comfortable with him having that card. It's a big responsibility and I'm not sure if Kurt is ready for it. However, you are his soulmate Blaine, and he is 18. I don't have much say in what Kurt does anymore. That's on you now. If you want to give it to him then by all means do it."

"But I don't want to if it's going to upset you or cause a riff between us," Blaine said with a firm yet gentle tone. "I have a lot of respect for you Burt and I don't want to do anything that's going to affect our relationship in a negative way."

Burt smiled at Blaine and patted him on the back. "Don't you worry about our relationship, son. You and I will be just fine as long as you don't hurt my boy," he spoke softly and Blaine looked away, taking a deep breath to calm his nerves. "Give him the card if you want. My only suggestion is that you be sure to give him a limit because like I said, he likes to shop," he joked lightly.

Blaine offered him a small smile and nodded. "Alright. Thank you, Burt, and not just for allowing me to give him the card, but for allowing me to stay here. I know my being here these next few days is going to make things a little hectic but I really appreciate it."

Burt scoffed playfully. "Are you kidding me? I'm the grateful one here. Kurt's been moping around like it's the end of the world. Or screaming at any given point when he remembers you're his soulmate. Trust me, you are more than welcome here. Just, ya know, be careful these next few nights. I remember what it was like when I first found Elizabeth, and then later when I found Carole. I understand that...connections often happen pretty quickly with new soulmates and with you and Kurt being apart for a month, I'm sure that the overwhelming urge to...connect will be there." Blaine closed his eyes and his cheeks turned a bright red. The last thing he was expecting was a sex talk from his soulmate's father. Burt smirked in amusement. He had to admit he got a kick out of being able to make superstar Blaine Anderson uncomfortable. "But be careful. You think it's hard being away from him now? Just imagine how much harder it would be if you two bonded."

Blaine breathed out. "Don't worry about that. I can assure you that we won't," Blaine paused for a moment. He didn't want to promise Burt that he and Kurt wouldn't have any kind of relations because he was certain that they probably would and he didn't want to lie. Burt raised a quizzical brow and Blaine cleared his throat, "we won't be bonding anytime soon. It'd be completely illogical for us. He's still in school, our tour has just begun. There's no way we'd be able to handle being apart if we bonded. Besides, I want to know Kurt, truly know him, and I want him to truly know me before we take that step."

Burt gave an approving nod. "Good. That's what I wanted to hear," he teased lightly. "Now, why don't I make us some coffee and you can tell me what tour life is like?"

Blaine smiled appreciatively. "Sure."


"Seriously, Finn. You need to talk to Rachel about her ridiculous tyranny before Tana really loses it," Kurt warned as they walked up the driveway.

Finn raised a brow. "You mean she hasn't lost it yet?"

Kurt laughed. "Are you kidding me? The day Tana loses it, and I mean really loses it, no one will be able to hold her back."

Kurt unlocked the front door and walked in with Finn behind him. "Well maybe you should talk to Santana about her temper," Finn retorted. Kurt turned a glare on him and he shrunk back a little. "I'll talk to Rachel."

"Mhm," Kurt nodded with an eye roll and started making his way to his room.

"Kurt, Finn, come in here."

Kurt and Finn both stopped dead in their tracks at the tone of Burt's voice.
They glanced at each other warily. It was Burt's, you're in trouble, voice.

"Everything ok, Dad?" Kurt called out as neither boy moved from their
spot.

"In here. Now," Burt replied with more firmness.

Kurt turned to Finn and smacked his arm. "What did you do?" he all but growled.

Finn gaped at him. "I didn't do anything!"

Kurt scoffed and started walking to the kitchen. "You're always getting us in trouble I swear," he grumbled.

"I didn't do anything!" Finn said again and followed Kurt.

Kurt took a slow, deep breath before entering the kitchen. "What's up, Dad?" he asked cautiously, confused by the smirk on his dad's face. Burt's eyes shifted to the dining room entryway where Blaine was waiting. Kurt followed Burt's line of vision and gasped. "Blaine?"

"Hey beautiful," Blaine said, his tone low, his eyes smouldering.

"BLAINE!" Kurt shouted and ran straight into Blaine's arms. Blaine laughed jovially, embracing Kurt and spinning him around. "What are you doing here?" Kurt asked breathlessly, stepping back just far enough to look at Blaine's face but still be wrapped in his arms.

"I told you I'd see you soon," Blaine said with a cheeky grin, resting his forehead on Kurt's.

"How long will you be here?" Kurt asked, already dreading saying goodbye.

Sensing Kurt's distress, Blaine pulled his head back and looked deeply into his eyes. "I'm not leaving until late Sunday night but let's not worry about that right now. Let's just enjoy the time we have together, love."

Kurt nodded and breathed deeply. "Ok."

"So, are we not in trouble?" Finn said from the other side of the kitchen, smiling awkwardly when Blaine looked his way.

"Nope. No one's in trouble," Burt answered with a chuckle. "I just wanted to scare you a little."

Finn sighed in relief. "Thank god. I told you I didn't do anything," he said to Kurt but Kurt wasn't paying attention. He was too busy holding onto Blaine as if he'd disappear any moment.

"Come on, Finn. We're going to pick up dinner and then your mom from work," Burt said as he made his way out of the kitchen.

Finn followed after him. "Can we get pizza?"

Kurt held onto Blaine closely, snuggled his nose into the crook of Blaine's neck and inhaled deeply, letting his senses drown in Blaine's scent. His body thrummed with energy and for the first time in a month, his soul felt at ease. Blaine kept his eyes closed as his own senses immersed themselves in Kurt's embrace. His arms were wrapped around Kurt's waist in a firm yet gentle hold and his lips kissed Kurt's neck lightly. As his heart swelled with sudden emotion, he knew that the time apart was well worth the reunion.

Blaine pulled back slightly and captured Kurt's lips in a tender kiss. Kurt's fingers traveled up to Blaine's head and intertwined themselves into Blaine's curls as Blaine's hand made its way down to Kurt's ass, giving it a gentle squeeze. Kurt hummed into Blaine's mouth before pulling back and resting his forehead on Blaine's. "I missed you so much," he whispered, his voice full of emotion.

Blaine brushed his nose against Kurt's. "I really missed you too. I was going crazy without you."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," Blaine nodded with a small chuckle. "Just ask the guys. I haven't talked about anything else but you. David even went as far as buying ear plugs to tune me out."

Kurt blushed and laughed, leaning forward for a chaste kiss. "Do you want to head upstairs while we have the house to ourselves?" he asked shyly. Blaine raised a questioning brow. "It's not like we're going to do anything," Kurt said quickly. "I just...I want to be with you without worrying about someone barging in."

Blaine smiled softly and nodded. "That sounds perfect. Come on."

Kurt led Blaine upstairs to his room, dropping his bag by the door before closing it. "I'm going to change out of my uniform," he said as he walked over to his dresser. "Make yourself comfortable. I'll be right out."

Blaine nodded and slipped his shoes off before sitting at the end of Kurt's bed. "You look good in your cheerleading uniform by the way," he said with a teasing smirk as Kurt walked into his bathroom.

"I know," Kurt winked before closing the bathroom door.

Kurt leaned against the door for only a moment before quickly changing his clothes. Blaine was in his room, on his bed, and the house would be empty for at least half an hour. There was no way in hell he was going to pass up the opportunity. He changed into a pair of yoga pants and an oversized shirt that draped off his shoulder a little. One of the best things about being best friends with Santana and being on the Cheerios is that he learned the art of seduction and he had every intention of putting it to work. He fixed his hair in the mirror and took a deep breath before walking out of his bathroom.

Blaine looked up when he heard the bathroom door open and gulped, his eyes roaming down Kurt's body. Kurt said nothing as he walked to his bed, his lower lip caught in-between his teeth. He set his pillows up before taking a seat against his headboard and facing Blaine. He called Blaine over with his finger, sliding lower so he was mostly lying down and propping himself up on his elbows.

"You know, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were trying to seduce me," Blaine said lowly. Kurt shrugged his bare shoulder but didn't reply, his heart hammering in his chest as Blaine settled down in the space next to him. "I just got here, love. Shouldn't we talk before you get me in bed?" he teased, peppering kisses on Kurt's shoulder.

Kurt shook his head. "We have all weekend to talk and only one chance to be alone. I'm not passing that up."

Blaine kissed up Kurt's neck, resting his hand on Kurt's abdomen. "And here I thought you were a good boy."

"I am," Kurt replied with a smirk. Blaine looked up at him through his lashes with a raised brow. "Most of the time."

Blaine chuckled as he scooted closer and Kurt lied all the way down. "You're entirely too gorgeous for your own good," he spoke softly, his eyes sparkling with adoration.

Kurt raised his hand to Blaine's face and caressed his cheek. "I was just thinking the same about you."

Blaine leaned forward and captured Kurt's lips in a sweet kiss. Kurt sighed with contentment, one hand holding onto Blaine's face while the other wrapped around Blaine's neck. Blaine moved his hand from Kurt's abdomen down to his thigh. He squeezed and brought their bodies flush together, their growing erections brushing against each other. Things quickly escalated and before either could realize it, Kurt was on top of Blaine, their hips grinding together rhythmically. There was a part of Blaine that knew they needed to stop, that they had plenty of time to experience each other. But Kurt made his heart race like he was teenage boy discovering himself and as Kurt's tongue lapped over his skin, he had no choice but to give in.

"How much longer do we have?" Blaine asked breathlessly, both of his hands holding onto Kurt's ass and forcing their hips together harder.

Kurt moaned against Blaine's neck and sped his movements. "Don't know, don't care." Blaine flipped them over and attached his lips to Kurt's collarbone. "Fuck you feel good, so good," Kurt breathed.

Blaine continued rotating his hips but moved his lips to Kurt's ear. "I have so many things to teach you love, so many things to do to you."

"Like what?" Kurt asked. He was so close to falling over the edge but he resisted giving in, wanting, needing to feel Blaine against him for as long as possible.

Blaine grabbed Kurt's hands, pinning them above his head before grinding harder. "I'd rather show you then tell you," he whispered hotly directly into Kurt's ear before firmly attaching his lips onto Kurt's neck.


Finn stood outside of Kurt's door for a moment, unsure of what to do. Burt had made it clear that he didn't want to leave Kurt and Blaine alone for too long because he knew they would lose themselves in their desire to bond, and had sent Finn to call them for dinner the instant they got home. But Finn didn't want to interrupt their time together. Kurt put on a brave face for their family and friends but Finn knew better than anyone how much Kurt truly missed Blaine. He heard Kurt crying throughout the past month and had even gone as far as bringing him a bowl of his favorite ice cream in the middle of the night in hopes that it would ease his aching heart. But he also knew that if he didn't interrupt them, Burt would without hesitation, and Finn didn't want to put his step-brother through that kind of embarrassment. With a quiet whine, Finn knocked on Kurt's door.

"Uh, Kurt," he said cautiously.

"What do you want, Finn?"

Finn smirked at the slightly higher pitch of Kurt's voice. His brother was definitely being bad and he couldn't help but find it amusing. "We're home. Your dad says to come down for dinner."

"We'll be down in a minute."

"You better hurry. I'm pretty sure Burt is looking for any excuse to come up here and I don't think he's going to be as nice as I'm being right now," Finn replied, jumping a foot back when the door opened abruptly. His eyes went wide when he saw how utterly debauched Kurt looked. "Damn, dude. We were only gone for like, 20 minutes."

"Well couldn't you have been gone for 10 more," Kurt snapped as he ran his fingers through his hair.

Finn shrugged with a smirk, glancing over at Blaine who looked just as bad if not worse. "Yeah well Burt didn't want to leave you two alone for too long and by the size of that hickey I can understand why."

Kurt gasped and his hand went to the spot Blaine had been sucking seconds before Finn knocked on the door. "I said not to leave any hickeys, Blaine!" he said frantically, whipping his head around to look at Blaine.

"I'm sorry," Blaine said guiltily though he wore a proud smirk. "I didn't mean to."

Kurt groaned and turned back to Finn who was smiling smugly. "Look just...give us a few minutes and we'll be down there, ok?"

"And what do I tell Burt when you don't come down right away?" Finn questioned.

"I don't know! Think of something!"

Finn shook his head as he turned to walk away. "You got five minutes, bro."


Approximately five minutes later, Kurt and Blaine made their way downstairs. Kurt redressed in jeans and a shirt and made sure to dab makeup on his neck to hide the mark Blaine left. Not that he minded too much. Truthfully, it was a major turn on knowing that Blaine had all but claimed him. But his father would not by any means be thrilled with the love bite, even if he understood how hard it was to resist their urges so early in their relationship, and Kurt didn't want to give him any reason to make Blaine sleep on the couch instead of his room. Especially when they had unfinished business that Kurt had every intention of finishing the moment he was sure his parents were asleep.

Much to Kurt's relief, dinner went by quickly with only a small amount of embarrassing stories from his family. They mostly asked Blaine about the tour and what living on the road was like while Kurt made sure to ignore the knowing glances from Finn. Burt could easily tell by the looks on their faces that Finn had caught Blaine and Kurt but he decided not to say anything. He reminded himself that Kurt was no longer a little boy and that Blaine wasn't just some guy, but his son's soulmate. He could only hope that they were smart enough not to make the mistake of bonding while Blaine was visiting. If they did, he would be the first to suggest that Kurt go on the road with him and he wasn't ready to say goodbye to his son yet.

Once they finished eating Kurt and Blaine helped clean the dishes, much to Carole's protest, before heading back upstairs to watch a movie. Kurt sat on his bed and leaned against the headboard while Blaine made himself comfortable against Kurt's chest. Kurt's heart swelled as he wrapped his arms around Blaine's body to cuddle.

"Do you have any homework to get done?" Blaine asked, breathing deeply as his body melted into Kurt's embrace.

Kurt shook his head. "Nothing that I can't do in study hall," he answered as he started the DVD that was already in. Blaine smiled when he saw it was one of the movie's Sebastian stared in. "I wouldn't go at all and spend the day with you if it wasn't for the fact that Sue would kill me."

"Your coach can't be that bad," Blaine chuckled.

Kurt raised a brow and scoffed. "You don't know Sue. Trust me, she's bad. Plus I have a test in Chem I can't miss."

Blaine nodded but said nothing and instead looked up to watch Kurt. How had he gone an entire month without holding him, kissing him? How had he survived being away from the most important person in his life? Sebastian and Hunter ran through his mind and he finally understood how hard it must truly be for them. Blaine wished Sebastian would talk to him and let him know what was going on but Sebastian wasn't one to open up. He drunkenly admitted to Blaine once that he felt weak when he talked about Hunter and that was why he never spoke about him. Blaine felt bad for him. He felt bad for anyone that had to deal with the loss of their beloved and he felt incredibly lucky to have his by his side. As the movie began, Blaine placed a gentle hand on Kurt's face and pulled him into a passionate kiss.

"I love you," he whispered against Kurt's lips as they parted.

Kurt's breath caught in his throat and his eyes glistened with tears. "I love you, too."

Blaine smiled, brushing their noses together and kissing him once more before resting his head on Kurt's chest to watch the movie.