A/N: I borrowed an OC name from one of my favorite fics, "Welcome to Dalton Academy, Kurt," by stargleekbelle. I honestly don't think he will show up again, but I loved the character in the story so much that I wanted him to be in mine too, even if for only one moment. Also, a special thank you to StarWest45 and teddyshoney for a couple of the ideas that come up in this chapter.
"Alright, Noah. Spill!" Kurt demanded. Noah had followed Kurt up to his room. Blaine had asked to be there, too, to hear about Noah's soulmate mark.
Kurt and Blaine were sitting on his bed while Noah had pulled up Kurt's desk chair in front of them. He rubbed his hand over his mohawk, thinking he needed to grow the thing out now. He almost wanted to ask Kurt for a make-over. Almost. He still wanted to be himself, but it didn't seem like he needed to try as hard anymore. He took a deep breath and said, "I got my mark six months ago."
Blaine squeezed Kurt's hand when he sensed that his soulmate was going to berate Noah again for not telling him sooner. Kurt closed his eyes and took a breath. He wasn't mad anymore; he was hurt, and he hoped that Noah had a good reason for keeping this from him.
"My soulmate would write to me," Noah started to explain, his head bowed down. "They would write every day. And, I never once answered. How could I? I have absolutely nothing to offer. I haven't got a family that gives a shit about me. And, as much as I joke about you being my brother, as much as I wish it were true, it's just not. So, how could I offer this person anything? Every day, it's the same message, 'Let your past be your compass, but never your anchor.'"
Noah took a deep breath and continued, "And every day...I would let it sit there for about five minutes, and then I'd get rid of it. I did that for the longest time, until one day, it clicked. And, that's when I started to change. Inside at least. You know McKinley, Princess. They'd never have let me live it down if I was myself. Really myself. I wouldn't be able to protect me or you. Anyway, that's why I didn't tell you. I didn't want you to yell at me for ignoring my soulmate. I didn't, and don't, believe that I am worthy of them. I'm starting to, but I'm just not there yet." Noah took a breath and continued to stare at the floor. He couldn't stand to see the disappointment in his friend's eyes.
Kurt got off the bed and knelt in front of Noah. "You are an extraordinary person, Noah Puckerman," Kurt whispered. "Your soulmate is right, you know. None of us should let our pasts control us. We should examine the past, learn from it, and then move on. You deserve all of the best things in this life. And even though we aren't blood or legal brothers, we're brothers nonetheless. I love you, Noah. Ridiculous mohawk and all." Kurt leaned forward to hug him, hoping that something he said to his friend sunk in. He couldn't resist tussling the mohawk just a bit.
"Leave the 'hawk alone, Princess," Noah said, hugging him back just as tightly.
"Um," Blaine interrupted, not able to hold his silence anymore. "I hate to break up this little hug-fest, but, Noah, why are you calling my soulmate 'Princess'? And Kurt, why aren't you upset about it?" He didn't want to be rude, but there was no way Kurt wouldn't be at least a little bit mad about that name.
Noah looked at Kurt, "You wanna explain this one?"
Kurt turned around and sat beside his soulmate again, knowing that what he was going to say could be difficult for Blaine to hear. "I told you some things about what happened at McKinley. The name-calling, though, was something that's always been a struggle for me. Noah was the only one to really pick up on how badly the names hurt me. Well, Brittany did, too, but that's not the point. Noah was one of my protectors at McKinley. The other guys in glee tried, but they all had other focuses. Anyway, one of the ways Noah helped me was by sort of blending in with the jocks. He called me 'Princess' once, and I knew there was no malice behind it. And, let's be honest, I'm sort of a diva."
"Sort of?" Noah asked, grinning.
"Shut up," Kurt replied. "I think if anyone else were to call me that, it would bother me. Coming from Noah, though, it doesn't. He also calls me 'Pretty Boy.' You've already heard that one, though, so please don't get mad about it either."
"Okay," Blaine said and kissed Kurt chastely on the lips. Then, he turned to Noah. "Thank you for keeping him safe. I know I've probably already said it, but I wanted to say it again. And, Kurt's right, you shouldn't live in the past. Take what you need from it, and let it guide you forward. Only hold on to the things that you need and will help you in the future." He leaned in and gave Noah a small hug, too. They didn't know each other well, but Noah was practically Kurt's brother; Blaine wanted to be sure the boy knew he was there for him, too.
"You guys really were made for each other, weren't you?" Noah asked. He grinned at Kurt when the other boy gave him a half-hearted punch to the arm.
They spent the rest of the evening doing homework in the common room. Jeff, Wes, David, Nick, and Beatz joined them. After they had finished all of their homework, some of the guys played Call of Duty while the others watched and gave them shit when they died. Noah loved this group of guys and couldn't wait to spend more time with them.
The week progressed like normal. Kurt and Blaine fell back into their routine of studying and making baby steps with their physical relationship. Each time they were together, they progressed a little further. They were now using their hands over their clothes instead of just rutting up against each other. Both anticipated the double-euphoria they knew they would feel when they orgasmed; they couldn't get enough.
Wednesday night, after they had found their mutual release and cleaned up, they talked about how they were going to bring up the topic to Blaine's parents.
"I think we should just talk about it in general terms," Blaine suggested. "They don't need to know anything other than we can feel each other's emotions."
"Okay," Kurt said. "I like that idea. And, you really think they might be able to give us some answers?"
"I really do," Blaine replied and kissed his soulmate gently on the temple.
The following night, the boys joined Blaine's parents at their house for supper. Phillip and Marisol were very inviting and made Kurt feel comfortable from the moment he stepped into the house. Blaine gave him a tour while his parents finished cooking and setting the table. While they were in the living room, Kurt noticed a family photograph, likely the last one taken before Abigail passed.
"Your family is beautiful," Kurt said, staring at the photo. He noticed another next to it.
"That's Abigail and Elijah," Blaine said and wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist, hooking his chin over Kurt's shoulder. "It was taken that summer at his birthday get-together. And that..." Blaine said, pointing to a carved piece of wood with a lighthouse and sailboat on it.
"Is their urn," Kurt finished in a whisper with unshed tears in his eyes. "It's perfect."
"It is, isn't it?" Blaine whispered back.
Both boys could feel the other's sadness, and it helped to remind them of what was in store for the rest of their night. They both took in a deep breath at the same time, just as Marisol came in to tell them that supper was ready. She saw what they were looking at, and her heart both broke and soared at the same time.
"Boys," Marisol said quietly, not wanting to startle them, "supper is ready."
Kurt and Blaine turned around at the same time, like they had been in sync their whole lives, and walked into the dining room together. The meal was wonderful. Blaine's parents asked about school, the Warblers, and things of that nature. Both boys decided that they would talk with the Andersons after they had finished eating.
"Mom, Dad?" Blaine asked. "There's something we'd like to ask you about. Could we go into the living room and talk for a little bit?"
"Sure, son," Phillip replied. "Let us get the leftovers put away, and we'll be right in."
"Do you need any help?" Kurt asked.
"No, thank you, sweetheart," Marisol answered.
A few minutes later, Phillip and Marisol joined the boys in the living room. They brought in some cookies Marisol had baked for dessert.
"So," Phillip said, "what is it that you wanted to talk to us about?"
"Well, sir," Kurt started and was instantly cut off by Phillip.
"Please, Kurt, call me Phillip," he insisted, smiling gently at his son's soulmate.
Kurt blushed and nodded, "Phillip. Our bond is different than any bond either of us has ever heard about. Blaine told me that you're a historian, so we thought we'd bring our questions to you first."
"We can feel each other's emotions," Blaine explained. "And, not just the big ones, but all of our emotions are felt very intensely by both of us. When Kurt's distressed, I can feel it and can offer him comfort without even having to be near him."
"Infinites," Phillip whispered. "I never thought I'd live to see the day."
"Infinites?" the other three occupants in the room questioned in unison.
"Throughout history," Phillip began, "there have been myths of what is called 'infinite soulmates.' They aren't widely talked about at all, because there has never been any evidence to support their existence. Sometimes, authors will use parts of the idea behind an infinite soulbond but never describe the whole thing. Shakespeare used the intense feelings with Romeo and Juliet, as have many others, but nobody adds in the other part, which I feel is the most important."
"Which is?" Blaine asked impatiently.
"You two," Phillip said, looking at his son and soulmate, "will always be together. As in, for eternity. You will always find each other in any life you live. In every reality that there is, in every realm and world, there will be a version of the two of you, and you will find each other. You two were born into a love so strong it cannot be broken."
Kurt and Blaine could feel an amalgamation of feelings coming off of each other. Kurt was in awe and a little bit scared at the prospect of such a great responsibility. Blaine was excited and intimidated. But, the one feeling that they both felt stronger than any other was love. Their love for each other, their bond, was solid and a force to be reckoned with. They turned toward each other at the same time and smiled.
"Wow," both boys said at the same time.
"I wonder," Kurt said, "if that would explain the dream?"
"Dream?" Marisol asked.
"We had a dream several nights ago," Blaine explained, "where it looked like we were in different places and situations, but nothing looked familiar. It was like a memory, but not one that we've lived in this lifetime. I thought this before, and it seemed so ludicrous that I didn't say anything, not even to Kurt."
"I had similar thoughts," Kurt replied.
"Amazing," Phillip whispered. "I swear I won't tell anyone. Your secret is safe with us. Kurt, will you tell your dad?"
"I'd like to," Kurt said, looking toward Blaine for his thoughts.
"We should tell him," Blaine agreed. "What about our brothers?"
Kurt smiled, happy that Blaine accepted Noah as his brother. "I would love to tell Noah. What about Cooper?"
All three Andersons exchanged wary glances. "I don't want to keep this a secret from him," Blaine said. "Do you guys think he could keep it to himself?"
"I think he would," Marisol replied. "We would need to present it to him in a way that helps him to understand the magnitude of what could possibly happen if it were to get out. Someone might want to study you or experiment on your bond. I won't risk your safety, either one of you."
"Next time he's home," Blaine said, "we'll tell him."
Then, the group switched to talking about Kurt's house and when he thought they'd be able to move in until another big topic came up.
"So, Kurt," Marisol asked, "what do you want to do after high school?"
"I've got a couple of different routes I've been thinking about," Kurt answered. "I love to sing and perform. Which is great, but there aren't many roles that I'd fit into very well. So, I have thought about becoming a playwright with the intention of making roles for people who don't fit into traditional ones. It's either that or fashion right now."
"You'd be perfect at either of them," Blaine said.
"Thanks," Kurt replied. "What about you?" He gave his soulmate's knee a comforting pat. He looked tense.
"Well," Blaine said nervously, "I'd like to get into law or do something with social justice."
"Why are you so nervous about this?" Kurt asked softly.
"I'm not sure," Blaine replied. "It just seems like such a huge undertaking, what I want to do with it all. I guess it's just scary to think about what, if any, change I could make for the future."
"Son," Phillip said, "you've always had big ideas and aspirations. They're part of what makes you who you are. If this is something you want to do, you can do it. We'll be here cheering you on every step of the way."
"Thanks," Blaine said, a blush rising on his cheeks. He loved his family and their support of him.
That evening, at the dorms, Noah was getting ready to shower when Jeff popped into the room unexpectedly. Noah had already taken off his shirt and was walking into the bathroom when he noticed Jeff.
"'Sup, dude?" Noah said and continued into the bathroom.
Jeff couldn't answer; he was in shock. He knew someone with a complimentary soulmark to the one he had just seen on his new roommate. And, it was in the exact same place Noah's was.
The next couple of weeks went by smoothly. Jeff tried, again, to see Noah's mark but was unsuccessful. He got the sense that Noah was very protective of it, even more so than most people, so he had to come up with a new tactic for testing out the theory of his potential soulmate.
Noah had started communicating with his soulmate after he had talked to Kurt and Blaine. The same message was always on his arm when he woke up: "Let your past be your compass, but never your anchor." He would always reply back with, "Thank you. I hope you have a wonderful day!" He would then draw a rudimentary compass, knowing that it wasn't against the self-identifiable rules. A few minutes later, an equally rudimentary anchor would appear beside it. Later on in the day, the two would talk sometimes, though not about anything important.
Kurt had spoken with his dad about what Noah had said regarding being part of their family. He wasn't sure if there was anything that could be done about it, but he wanted his dad to know nonetheless.
Burt had told both Noah and Kurt that they were allowed to get into the new house and start painting if they wanted. Noah didn't really want to do anything to his room. He said he would help Kurt if he wanted, but nothing needed to change in his personal space.
Kurt went to the store that afternoon to get paint samples, bringing them back so they could all decide on the dining room color together. In the end, they agreed on a very pale blue. He also decided on a shade of gray for his bedroom, stating that it would go with his current bedroom set the best.
That weekend, Kurt and Blaine went to the house to get started on the painting. Noah and Burt had to work at the shop, and Blaine's parents were out of town visiting Cooper for a few days. They made sure to wear clothes they didn't care about getting messy and brought extra outfits with them in case they decided to have some fun. Kurt was glad that the utilities were turned on so that, if they needed, they could shower without having to go next door to the Anderson's or back to campus.
They spent the morning taping off the two rooms and laying covers over the floors so they didn't get any paint drippings on them. Blaine called his favorite pizza place to deliver some lunch, and then, they got back to work. Both boys loved spending time with each other, even doing things as mundane as painting a room. They hadn't really discussed what they had learned about infinite soulbonds. They had both decided that it was what it was, and they were just so happy to be a part of it.
The boys were working in silence, having not yet started a new playlist when the previous one had finished. Kurt had been thinking about their bond, and a song sprang into his mind.
"You're mine and we belong together
Yes, we belong together, for eternity"
Blaine took over the next verse and, putting his paintbrush down, walked closer to Kurt.
"You're mine, your lips belong to me
Yes, they belong to only me, for eternity"
Blaine mouthed at Kurt's neck, causing his soulmate to drop his paintbrush. Luckily, Blaine was expecting this and caught it before it could hit the floor. He set it near the paint can and went back up behind his love.
"I am the luckiest man alive," Blaine said straight into Kurt's ear, his right hand traveling down Kurt's torso until it reached the band of his jeans. Blaine made an inquisitive noise as he rested his fingers on the button.
Kurt nodded, knowing exactly what Blaine wanted to do. They were both ready to take this step. He had been thinking a lot about moving forward in their relationship and felt like right now was the perfect time to do that.
Blaine unbuttoned Kurt's jeans one-handed and put his hand in Kurt's underwear. He gripped Kurt's length and began to stroke it with firm, long strokes.
Kurt laid his head back on Blaine's shoulder and closed his eyes. He didn't want to get distracted by anything while this was happening. He just wanted to be in the moment, enjoying every second of his soulmate's touch.
Blaine continued to stroke Kurt's cock with his right hand as his left hand reached up to tweak at Kurt's nipples. He mouthed at Kurt's neck, loving each and every sound his soulmate was producing. When he could tell that Kurt was getting close, he redoubled all of his efforts. It was taking all of his willpower to not rut up against Kurt's perfect ass. He wanted this moment just to be about Kurt.
"Close," Kurt whimpered.
A few seconds later, Blaine said, "Cum," and proceeded to suck a large hickey on Kurt's neck. He could sense through their bond when Kurt was starting to get oversensitive, and he stopped.
Kurt could tell that his soulmate needed release, and an idea sparked in his mind. He just hoped he wouldn't cross any boundaries. After Blaine removed his hand from Kurt's pants, Kurt turned around and spun Blaine against the wall. He looked directly into Blaine's eyes then slowly knelt down on the floor, never once breaking eye contact.
Blaine nodded at Kurt's questioning gaze, and Kurt started to unbutton Blaine's jeans then slowly pull them down. Once they were in a puddle around his ankles, Kurt hooked his fingers into the waistband of Blaine's boxer briefs, again asking without words if he could proceed. Blaine's nod was much more animated this time. Kurt smiled at him and pulled his underwear down. It was then that Kurt's gaze broke away from Blaine's eyes and looked at the very hard cock pointing at him.
"You're beautiful," Kurt whispered and leaned forward, placing a kiss right on the head.
Blaine moaned loudly, and his head hit the wall behind him.
Kurt continued to place kisses on the velvety smooth skin all the way down to the base. He stopped, only for a moment, to inhale the scent of his soulmate. The only way he could describe it was heaven. They both had been sweating from the effort they were putting into painting the two rooms this weekend, and apparently, Kurt had a bit of a thing for Blaine's sweat. After his lungs had filled with the intoxicating aroma, Kurt wrapped his lips around the crown of Blaine's cock and began to lick and suck.
It wasn't very much longer before Blaine was warning Kurt that he was going to cum. Kurt tried to swallow it all, but some of it ended up getting on his face.
Blaine looked down at Kurt, who was looking up at him through his eyelashes and sang.
"You're mine, my baby and you'll always be
I swear by everything I own
You'll always, always be mine"
They both smiled at each other and finished the song together.
"You're mine and, we belong together
Yes, we belong together, for eternity"
Kurt was the next one to speak as all of the excess fluids on his body were starting to feel really gross. "Wanna join me in the shower?"
"I'd love to," Blaine replied.
They helped each other wash in the shower, and they may have gotten each other off again. Kurt had to help Blaine wash his hair since he had pushed him into a wet wall. They were lucky that the paint came out easily. After they were out of the shower, they changed into fresh clothes and finished painting the dining room, both understanding that the bedroom would have to be completed the following day.
Every so often, one would start humming "We Belong Together," and the other would start singing. By the time the weekend was over, they weren't sure how many times they had sung the song. Somehow, it just seemed to fit perfectly.
Sunday night, when Noah got back to the dorm rooms, he was startled to see a very pretty girl sitting on Jeff's bed with him.
"Hey, man," Jeff said. "How was your weekend?"
"It was good," Noah said. "Work was steady, and I helped Burt pack some more things up. How was yours?"
"Fairly boring," Jeff said, earning him a slap from the girl sitting next to him.
"Ass," she said.
"Ow!" Jeff replied. "Okay, it was pretty great. Noah, meet my younger sister, Julia."
"Younger by two fucking minutes," Julia said with exasperation. "Nice to meet you, Noah." She got up off of Jeff's bed and walked over toward Noah who seemed to be stuck in place by the door. Once she was near enough, she stuck out her hand for him to shake. When their hands touched, it was like electricity ran through their bodies.
"Anchor?" Noah asked.
Julia was nodding her head. "Compass?"
Noah nodded, too, and the two hugged, oblivious to the 'yes' shouted in the background.
A/N: The song used in the chapter is "We Belong Together" by Ritchie Valens. It works so perfectly, completely on accident. The quote that Julia writes on her skin each day is by Destiny Carter.