A/N: I'm so sorry guys for the long wait on the update. I've been really busy with school projects and I just got my GCSE results back - It was good news, don't worry. ;) Note; The name of Chandler's soul mate is taken from two characters of The Walking Dead: Dale and Daryl. They're my favourite characters. I cried when Dale died. :( I do not own them, I just couldn't settle on a name that I created myself.

Chapter 9:

"Broken Heart"

A few months later...

Chandler was staring at the name on his wrist. "Dale Dixon". That name seemed familiar. That was because it was. Dale was Chandler's best friend when they were younger. They used to spend every day together up until they were about fifteen and Dale had moved away to a different state with his mother after she had divorced his father. They hadn't spoken in a while but Chandler was sure he'd remember who he was. After all, Dale was a few months older than him so he would have his name tattooed already. Chandler rummaged around in the drawer of his computer desk to look for that little piece of yellow paper he was given. Kurt came across his mind. His sweet, sweet Kurt. He had promised Kurt that no matter what happened, he'd always stay with him. However, what Kurt didn't know was that it was an empty promise. Chandler had been waiting to see who his soul mate was for years. He was obsessed with finding that person, no matter what, to spend eternity with them. Sure, Kurt was a nice boy but he ain't no Dale Dixon. He was merely a distraction. A great distraction, but a distraction non the less. He thought of Kurt as a practice boyfriend. Practice for kissing, hugging, flirting... sex. That was just it. The colour of the paper pierced through the shaded area of the drawer. Chandler picked it up and examined the page to find that it was indeed the thing he had been looking for. Dale's phone number. It was finally time to contact his destined. Dialling the number, he thought of scenarios in his head on how to tell Kurt the news. His train of thought derailed after someone had accepted the call with a deep-ish voice and a stereotypical British accent, inquiring to who was calling.

"Dale? It's Chandler. I have something to tell you."

A month later...

Chandler and Dale had met up a few times. Kurt had been in the dark about it, of course, and still Chandler's boyfriend. Kurt wasn't even suspicious. Dale and Chandler had agreed that they were going to start a relationship themselves, so now was the time that Chandler had to break the news to Kurt. They were in school and it was almost second period. Chandler was waiting by Kurt's locker as Kurt always makes a stop there at this time to pick up some books.

As expected, a few minutes after first period had ended, Kurt was approaching his locker. Breathing in and out to calm himself, he readied himself for this moment.

"Kurt! Hey!" he called over to him as he was in earshot.
"Hi!" Kurt replied with a small wave and a smile on his face. He took bigger strides and soon came inches away from Chandler. They hugged, but it was a loose and awkward one.
"We need to talk..." was all that Chandler could say. He wanted to get this over and done with. Just shoot it down. Kurt's face instantly fell.
"Uh... About?" he asked.
"Us."
"Chandler wha-" he was unable to finish his sentence as Chandler had cut across him.
"I want to break up. I've found my soul mate, Dale, and he's really nice. I'm sorry to tell you like this, but-" Now it was Chandler's turn to be cut off by a crying Kurt who had just turned his back and ran away from him. "Kurt!" he called after him but Kurt just covered his face and kept running.

Kurt had no idea he could feel this bad. He had trusted Chandler with all of his heart. He loved him. They had an agreement and he had just totally lied and took away the most precious part of Kurt's innocence - his virginity. He had been left for a stupid soul mate? God, he hated them even more now. He hadn't stopped crying. He stopped in the middle of a now empty corridor and slid down one of the blank walls, making contact with the floor. Bringing his knees to his chest, he rested his head on them and rocked back and forth, crying a river over a boy who didn't even deserve his tears. After a few minutes of repeating the motions, he heard a door open and a gasp. "God, Kurt are you alright?" It was the unmistakable voice of Mr Anders. Kurt didn't even realise that said person was now kneeling next to him. Kurt released his head from his hands and looked into the hazel eyes that weren't far from his own. He couldn't think of any words to say, he was just lost in those beautiful eyes. Little did he know, Mr Anders was thinking the same about his glass eyes that were even beautiful when puffy and slightly red. Mr Anders didn't need to hear a reply though, he could just feel what had happened. Well, not completely, but he could feel that this angel had been hurt by someone. "Okay, Kurt, come with me." he said in a smooth and caring tone which just made Kurt want to melt. He instantly obeyed and was helped to his feet by the older man. Mr Anders led him back to his empty classroom with Kurt's hands in his own. Both were feeling strangely complete and... rather lustful at the contact, but neither wanted to break it. He pulled a chair from under a table and placed it in front of his desk and helped Kurt sit on it as his eyes were blurry and stinging from the tears. Mr Anders sat on his desk and leaned forward and examined the boy in front of him. He was hanging his head low. "Kurt. Please know that you can talk to me. I'm here to help you. I won't judge." Kurt looked up and locked onto his gaze again.
"My boyf-" he stopped himself. Even though the man said he wouldn't judge, Kurt had learned that you can never be too careful.
"It's okay. You can tell me."
"My boyfriend just dumped me to be with his fucking soul mate." Mr Anders' eyes seemed to light up a little bit more at that comment but he didn't understand why. The older man remained silent but still staring at him. Kurt could tell that he was absorbing what he was saying so he took that silence as a queue to continue, so he did. "That bastard promised me he wouldn't break up with him for a soul mate because we both agreed they didn't matter. He swore we'd be together until the end." The teacher's eyes seemed to lose that light again.
"I'm sorry to hear that but a boy like that isn't worth it. We all come across the boys who lie and cheat but they are just mistakes we make that make us stronger."
"So... You're..." Mr Anders chuckled. A sound that made Kurt's heart explode. He didn't know why.
"Yeah. I am."
"I agree with what you said but... I haven't managed to trust someone as much as I trusted him since..." Then he went back to tears. Mr Anders stepped forward and bent down again, placing his hand on the younger boy's shoulder and rubbing small circles into it.
"It's okay. Don't be ashamed to cry, Kurt, we all have to sometimes."

He was surprised when the blue-eyed boy shot up out of the seat and started pacing. "I'm not ashamed, I'm just fucking angry!" he practically screamed out. He was shocked that such an angelic boy could speak like that. "I fucking hate soul mates... and Dale... and fucking Blaine." Wait, who? "Blaine Anderson." the boy chimed in. Oh, fuck, I asked that out loud. Wait... That proves it. I'm his soul mate? He's mine?... WAHOO! Oh, he's still ranting. Back to reality Blaine, back to reality.

"-he just thought he could tell all of these lies just to get me into bed! What the fuck was that about?!" WHAT? That fucker! "I know, right?!" Fuck, I said it out loud again. Damn, that might be why I felt... God, this is getting complicated. He's my student for crying out loud... but soooo hot and sweet.

Kurt had expressed all of his anger now and he was appreciating the fact that Mr Anders actually cared. Yup, he had a massive crush on that man. He had decided that it was time to get to class so Mr Anders sent an email to Kurt's teacher saying that Kurt was helping him out and was late to class for a perfectly good reason.

They hadn't realised that the conversation was completely overheard by one Sebastian Smythe. He had a plan.

Sebastian had decided that it would be a great idea to use this Blaine person to get into that little sex kitten's pants. He may hate soul mates, but if he pretended to be this Blaine guy, he could get close to Kurt. Easy. Be Blaine, make Kurt talk to him, show him the time of his life. Tomorrow he'll put his plan into motion.

A/N: I hope you guys liked. Again, sorry for the late update. Please review, I love to hear what you guys have to say. :)