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So, I was talking to a lovely reviewer, of which there are many and I love all of you, The Songbirds Are Singing, and we were talking about spirit characters, which are characters on Glee that you feel that you have a special affinity with and I was wondering, do you guys have any spirit characters? Naturally, mine is Kurt because I like to think I'm strong-willed and determined as he is, but also sensitive and vulnerable and a hopeless romantic. But what about you guys? Let me know in a review!

Also, if Google translate serves me correctly, the French that is halfway through this chapter should say, 'I don't need to learn, I am already fantastic. Of course.' All I'm saying is, there's a reason I learn German at school, not French! ;)

Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoy this chapter! :)

Kurt slid his arms into his blazer, scowling at his reflection in the mirror. He accepted the concept of a uniform, but why did it have to be so unflattering?

More to the point, why did Blaine have to look so gorgeous in it when Kurt looked like a toddler playing dress-up?

Kurt sighed, adjusting the blazer accordingly and fiddling with the buttons on his dress shirt. He tweaked the tie one last time before he gave a small smile of satisfaction. That would have to do.

Transferring to Dalton had been a huge decision for Kurt. It was out of the area, expensive and inconvenient but there was something about the school that pulled him. And no, he had argued to his father, it was not Blaine.

Their relationship, now that he came to think of it, had blossomed. Blaine was, aggravatingly enough, the perfect friend, mentor, guardian, comforter, companion. He was soon becoming a huge part of Kurt's life, but he had absolutely no problem with that.

Kurt pulled his phone out of his trouser pocket, shooting a quick text to Blaine.

I look like an office worker – K

It didn't take two seconds for a response.

A cute office worker, I'm sure – B

Kurt smiled, a blush forming on his cheeks. That was where he was confused by Blaine. They had a good friendship, but every so often Blaine would blur the line between friends and something more by making a flirty comment, a wink, a nudge, a lingering hug or kiss on the cheek. It would have driven Kurt crazy if he didn't love it so much.

But that was what confused him tenfold; that he loved it. He loved the attention whereas he would have normally pushed it away. Kurt had always enjoyed being the centre of attention, but never in a way that was more than platonic and he'd have imagined that in such a situation, he would have cringed and tried to avoid it. But now, he was lapping it up. He loved the look in Blaine's eyes when he gazed at Kurt, the curve of his smile as he laughed at a joke Kurt had told, the soft feel of Blaine's hand in his.

Everything about it was so wrong, but it felt so right.

Kurt weaved through the hallways of Dalton, trying desperately to keep up with the herd of students as he hurried to his next class. He had soon learnt that tardiness was not an option here, even if only by a few minutes.

He was rifling in his messenger bag for his timetable to tell him where his next class was when a loud shout stopped him.

"K!" The voice was unmistakably Blaine's and Kurt turned just in time to catch Blaine as the boy hurled himself at him, curling his arms around Kurt in a tight embrace. "I can't believe you're here! You're really here."

"I really am," Kurt smiled. "And I'm going to really be late to my next class. Where the hell is the Gilbert building?"

Blaine took Kurt's timetable from him, inspecting it. "Right, follow me. I have a class there, too."

"You do?" Kurt instantly brightened. "Perfect."

"Almost like it was planned," Blaine winked. The truth was, he didn't have a class in that building, but he was more than happy to walk Kurt there, if only to spend some more time with the boy. Kurt intrigued him and he was keen to learn more about him, though he had a feeling that it was information that Kurt was unlikely to disclose.

Kurt smiled as Blaine held his hand out to him and he happily accepted, fingers weaving with Blaine's. This was something they'd only ever done in private before, but Kurt wouldn't turn down the opportunity to transform it into something public.

"Won't Thad mind?" Kurt asked as they walked down the hallway.

Blaine shrugged, "Of course not. We're just friends, right?"

"Right," Kurt tried to hide his falter, "Of course."

"And besides, he's not really my boyfriend. He's my…" Blaine struggled to find words.

"If you say bit on the side, I will no longer be your friend," Kurt solemnly informed him.

"Why?" Blaine looked hurt.

"I refuse to have a friend who calls their boyfriend a bit on the side," Kurt said.

"He's not my boyfriend!" Blaine insisted.

"Yeah, right," Kurt scoffed.

"Well, this is it," Blaine said as they left the hallway and approached another building.

Kurt smiled. "Thanks," he paused, "you aren't coming in?"

"No, I'll let you do this on your own," Blaine winked at him, giving Kurt a hug before they parted. "Go learn French," he said as they parted.

"Je n'ai pas besoin d'apprendre, je suis déjà brilliante. Bien sûr," Kurt replied effortlessly, winking at Blaine over his shoulder as he walked into the building, hips swinging.

Blaine gazed after him, mouth dropping open. Since when was speaking French so hot?

Blaine was walking Kurt to his next lesson when he was cornered by Thad. "Hey," Blaine greeted, casting an uncomfortable look at him, dropping Kurt's hand from where they were entwined between them, in a completely platonic gesture, of course.

"Hi, Blaine," Thad plastered a smile across his face, grinning at Blaine. "Can I talk to you?"

"Uh, sure," Blaine shifted uncomfortably, "K, I'll see you at lunch, yeah?"

"Of course," Kurt grinned at him, gave Thad a small wave and continued down the hallway and into his next classroom.

Blaine rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, looking at Thad. "So, what's up?"

"You and K, huh?" Thad cocked his head on one side, narrowing his eyes.

"I'm sorry, what?" Blaine gave him a look of disbelief.

"Walking around, holding hands. How do you think that makes me feel, Blaine?" Thad exclaimed, throwing his hands up.

"Thad, nothing is going on," Blaine assured him.

"I've had at least 5 people come up to me today and ask why we've broken up," Thad replied indignantly.

"We can't break up, Thad. We're not together," Blaine said, brow furrowing in confusion.

"Yeah, of course," Thad rolled his eyes. "Come on, Blaine, wake up. I know you think this is fun, but it's so much more than that. K does not fit into the equation."

"Thad, he's my friend," Blaine exclaimed.

"Is that all he is?" Thad asked, raising his eyebrows.

"Of course," Blaine told him, "You know what? I'm done with this. K is my friend, if you can't accept that, then maybe I don't want to have 'fun' with you," he said, stalking away.

Blaine stared down at his hand as he sat on his bed, fingertips tracing the contours of the letters. He couldn't believe that the words on his palm would one day lead him to the love of his life. He found himself repeating in his head what K had told him.

"I want to be with someone because I love them, not because my hand tells me to."

He couldn't forget those words, but he was positive that he would love his soul mate. He just had to meet him.

He returned his gaze to his palm.

Kurt Hummel

He smiled, tracing the words once more before he closed his fist as visions of K and Thad clouded his mind. He was horribly confused as to what he wanted. He really hoped that wherever this Kurt Hummel was, he turned up soon and helped him out of this God awful situation.

He snatched up his phone, dialling K's number and listening intently as it rung. When K picked up, Blaine smiled.

"K," he sung down the line, "I have a problem," he whined.

Kurt sighed. "What is it, Blaine?"

"I'm worried," Blaine replied, pouting.

"About what?" Kurt's tone was impatient but he couldn't help but smile at Blaine's behaviour. He'd grown incredibly fond of the boy and that thought scared him as much as it pleased him.

"What if my soul mate's ugly?" He asked, leaning back against his pillows.

Kurt chuckled. "I highly doubt that, Blaine. The relationship would be horribly imbalanced if he was."

"What do you mean?" Blaine cocked his head on one side.

"You might have noticed that you're attractive, Blaine. There's no way you would end up with someone unattractive," Kurt replied, matter-of-factly.

Blaine considered this. "But he still might be ugly, fate might hate me," he suggested, completely ignoring Kurt's point.

"I'm sure you'll work through it, Blaine," Kurt assured him.

"But what if he's really ugly?" Blaine protested.

Kurt thought this through. "Then I'll buy you a balaclava for your birthday and you can give it to him," he eventually concluded.

Blaine smiled. "You think of everything."

"Naturally."

TBC...

Aw, my OTP are so adorable.

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