Summary: While Sebastian is being haunted by memories, Blaine handles the fall-out from the Klaine split.

Soul Mates Handbook Chapter 7: One Final Reminder

Our advice will always be to contact the Office of Soul Mark Match Protection and Preservation before sharing your news with others. However, we recognize the final decision is yours. All we ask is you consider these 3 points while making it.

Have a mutually agreed upon plan of how/when to tell (or not tell) others.
Remember you now have shared memories.
Your love shines through no matter how hard you try to disguise it.

Please take these suggestions seriously. Anonymity is something you can ever get back.

Sebastian stopped in his tracks. When Britt suggested he wait for the Warblers in the courtyard, he had no idea THIS was the courtyard. He flashed to the memory of Blaine singing Somewhere Only We Know to Hummel, followed by his New Directions audition of It's Not Unusual. He smiled at the image of Blaine and Santana dancing together but the exploding piano was confusing. And was the skank with the pink hair and nose ring really Quinn?

He told himself he'd deal with these feelings later only to be overwhelmed with the realization he would always have memories of Blaine with Hummel. Thank god they hadn't had sex yet. Sex…shit! He might have to live with Hummel but Blaine had to live with his…his…promiscuity. It wasn't as bad as some people believed, but it was bad. He never thought he'd find love, let alone his soul mate, so he sought out…No! He wasn't going to go there. Blaine told him his past didn't matter and Blaine wouldn't lie to him.

It was astonishing how Blaine's heart had always been full of love and forgiveness, even when the world (literally) beat him down.

On the other hand, his heart had always been full of cynicism and retribution. Maybe one of those official soul mate agencies Jeff kept mentioning could help him. The thought of therapy made him want to vomit but he would do anything for Blaine.

"Hey man, are you ok?" Jeff asked, breaking Sebastian's Blaine induced fog.

He quickly wiped the tears he didn't know he had shed. "Yeah, just thinking about how wonderful Blaine is. When did you get here?"

"A few minutes ago. I couldn't believe you wanted to meet here of all places."

"When Britt suggested it, I didn't know this place was the courtyard." He pointed over to one of the tables away from the McKinley students who had gathered. Once they were seated, he texted Brittany he was with Jeff. "So, where are the guys?"

"Nick is bringing down the rest of the Warblers so they won't get here until right before the play. Thad has your uniform. He also went to Blaine's and asked his housekeeper for some clothes to take to your place."

"That was a good idea, thanks. Wait, how did he get in?"

"You gave Trent a key to take care of your super-special errand, remember. Now, you want to explain why you admitted you are a Warbler and not an old family friend of Blaine's like we planned?"

Uh-oh. Sebastian knew Jeff had been a little too calm when he called to say he needed his uniform. "I had to tell them after I called Hummel a spy and accused Berry of being the co-mastermind."

Jeff went pale…and then bright red. "What do you mean you told them our Kurt the Spy theory?!" he whisper-yelled, attempting to not draw attention. "We don't have proof."

"Yeah, but mix in memories I got from Blaine and I made a pretty compelling case. Plus, Hummel was pissing me off."

"What was he doing?"

"Breathing."

"Damn it, Sebastian…"

Sebastian's relatively calm demeanor began to rev back up "What's the fucking problem, Sterling?"

"The fucking problem is even if you are a Warbler, you shouldn't have known as much as you did. The old family friend story was to cover any slips you might have had when it came to Blaine's memories." Jeff dropped his head into his hands and willed himself to settle down hoping Sebastian would do the same. "You're telling me no one caught on?"

"No, Schuester knew something was up so when he accused me of being a Warbler, I went with it."

"Way to bury the lead. Schuester figured out you were a Warbler?" Sebastian nodded and all the tension between the two seemed to dissipate. They would have to work on their communication. "But what about our theory? What did Hummel say when you accused him?"

Jeff regretted the question (definitely work on communication) when he saw Sebastian clutching his fists. "An initial denial then not a word. He's too busy telling anyone he sees Killer's cheating on him with me which should disqualify him from being Tony for moral reasons."

"Hummel playing the victim. I'm shocked…not!" Thad had come up behind them holding a garment bag which he handed to Sebastian. "Has anyone bought his line of bull shit?"

"Actually, they've all sided with Blaine including a bunch of the football players who congratulated him for coming to his senses and called me an upgrade."

"Football players? At this school? Hold on, people know you and Blaine are together? Not…you know, the big news, but a couple?"

"Only Britt, San, Artie and Mike know the truth. The rest just believe I'm a Warbler here to make sure Hummel and Berry don't interfere with Blaine's decision to return to Dalton. However, Britt did kick me out of the auditorium because evidently I couldn't hide my heart eyes any longer." Sebastian's signature smirk was replaced with a dopey, love-sick grin. "Everyone loves my B. He's just so perfect. Sweet and caring with the biggest heart…"

Thad interrupted Sebastian's soliloquy with an impressive groan. "We're screwed. Our cutthroat captain has turned into a sickenly sweet puddle of goo."

"Shut up."

While the three of them went in search of a place for Sebastian to change (and not gag on the stench of public school), Blaine, Mike and the football players playing Jets finished the final walk through of their big dance number. There was this one move Blaine just couldn't get right, or so he thought.

Mike knew better. "Blaine, we went over that exchange 3 times and you did it perfectly every time. You need to get out of your head and focus on the game."

Blaine knew what Mike meant but decided to have some fun. "Did you seriously try to use one of Coach Beiste's cliché pep talks on me?" When the others began to laugh, Blaine did his best to look offended. "Are you guys saying I couldn't be on the football team? I might be small but..."

"Blaine, we have to talk."

The sound of Kurt's voice was evidently some sort of signal for the football players/Jets to form a protective wall in front of Blaine. When they told him they had his back, this was not what he expected.

"We heard Anderson dumped your sorry ass."

"Yeah, which means he doesn't have to talk to you if he doesn't want to. Blaine, do you want to talk to your ex?"

"No!" Blaine called out from behind the wall of bodies. He kind of wished he could see Kurt's face but a bunch of big, sweaty guys were blocking him.

It wasn't nearly as sexy as it sounded.

"Kurt, just go." Mike's tone made it clear he was far past having any patience with Kurt…and he was the easy-going one. "This isn't the time or place. The play starts in an hour."

"Blaine, are you going to let them speak to me like this?" Kurt knew there was no way Blaine would talk with him. What he was really trying to do was keep Blaine out of the costume room so Rachel go through his dressing table. He still believed whatever Blaine was hiding had something to do with his fake wrist injury.

Before Blaine could answer, the Calvary arrived. "Damn, Hummel. How many times does Blainers have to shoot you down before you get the hint?"

"Stay out of this, Santana."

"You're lucky I have my hair exactly how I want it." Kurt rolled his eyes at her but she chose to let it go…for now. That didn't mean she couldn't get a dig in. "I'm here because Our Tony's presence is requested in the costume room."

Blaine came out from behind the guys and the first thing he did was thank them. "Thank you all, so much. You don't know how much your friendship means to me." He ignored the huff he heard behind him, but one of the previously silent football players couldn't.

"No worries, Anderson" Azimio said to Blaine while staring directly at Kurt. "We Jets look after Our Tony."

Once they were off stage, Blaine had to say something. "I know I'm not supposed to worry about Kurt but should I be worried about Kurt?"

"Karofsky getting kicked off the team and having to transfer schools so he could play football scared the shit out of Azimio. He knows if he even blinks wrong Coach Beiste will ax him. Why do you think he agreed to do the play?"

Santana practically drug Blaine to the costume room's door where Brittany was waiting. She greeted him with a kiss on the cheek. "That's from Sebby" she whispered into his ear. "Now close your eyes." It wasn't very far before he was told to open them. He was standing in front of his section of the long dressing table but screens had been set-up to give him privacy. He shook his head, immediately noting the screen acting as a door had a large gold star with Blaine Anderson as Our Tony written on it.

"Is that star for me or to annoy Rachel?"

"It's all for you, Blaine Warbler."

Brittany gave him another cheek kiss then left so Santana could show off what she had done. The sudden loss of connection with Blaine had been unnerving for her. The all-encompassing desire to protect him was still there, even though she no longer sensed how. "What do you think?" she nervously asked once they were inside the make-shift walls.

There was nothing to it. Just the screens giving him privacy. Then Blaine looked down on the table and next to his hair gel was a small frame with a picture Brittany had taken of the four of them at her house. The two soul mates and their Guides. He was speechless so he pulled her into a hug she readily accepted.

"I thought no one would question a picture of you and Seb if Britt and I were in it. I think everyone has figured out we knew each other before what went down in the choir room." Her explanation caused Blaine to pull her in tighter. They held on for an extra minute then Santana left to give him the privacy she made sure he could have.

He lovingly put down the picture before sitting in the chair and staring at himself in the well-lit mirror. He looked tired.

That's when the self-doubt set in. How was he going to be able to do this? Had he made things worse by insisting on doing the play? Was he being fair to Sebastian? They should be at his house, waiting for his dad. Protecting their bond, their love, should have been his only priority, not the play…and definitely not Kurt's feelings.

He closed his eyes to clear his mind, telling himself this was nothing more than a common case of stage fright. It seemed to work but his body craved to feel closer to Sebastian so he reopened his eyes and focused on the picture. Then without thinking he removed his brace and absent-mindedly began rubbing his thumb over the delicately scripted S &B mark on his right wrist. He immediately noticed the stress begin to melt away.

What he didn't notice was Rachel standing behind him.