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Chapter eight

Kurt and Blaine sat side by side in Warbler rehearsal, as was commonplace for them. In fact, it was becoming rare for them to ever be apart and they were known to their peers as one person. It was no secret of how close they were, and now that Thad and Blaine had broken up, they'd well and truly kicked down the barrier between friends and something more. There was flirting, and plenty of it, often accompanied by hand-holding and lingering hugs.

Needless to say, neither boy was complaining.

Kurt was lapsing in and out of reality, too consumed by thought to be able to process the information that Wes was feeding him. Blaine picked up on this and when the speech finally became of some relevance, he nudged Kurt to get his attention.

Kurt looked up at Wes as he launched into a new spiel. "And finally, Regionals," he announced and every boy in the room perked up. "There has been long, hard deliberation about how best to approach this competition and before I announce how we plan to structure our performances, I want to say that everyone in this group is exceptionally talented, of that there is no question. But the arrangements we have decided on are those which best utilize the talent in the group and there is a place for each of you."

Kurt scanned the group, his eyes lingering on the new transfer student who was sitting in on Warbler rehearsal in preparation for auditioning as soon as possible. He was attractive, of that there was no question, but he couldn't hold a candle to Blaine. Kurt blushed at this. In his eyes, no one could, but he tried to push this musing away before all longing thoughts of Blaine filled his mind. He was vaguely aware of the fact that Wes was still talking.

"No one has been forgotten, or ignored," he implored.

Every Warbler nodded, long since used to the practise of one student being chosen for a solo, accompanied by a group number. And similarly, every boy expected it to be Blaine who was selected.

"And many of you have come to us with suggestions," Wes continued, "for which we are very thankful. Therefore, we have selected a few of those to go ahead with. Warbler Blaine," he looked to Blaine, who glanced up with interest. Every boy in the room seemed visibly deflated by this decision, though it was inevitable. What they didn't expect, however, was what Wes said next.

He took a deep breath. "We have decided to go ahead with your proposal. You may sing with Warbler K at Regionals."

The room erupted into smiles, some boys using this to hide their disappointment while others were completely genuine. Kurt cast Blaine a sideways look full of confusion, but the boy just shrugged, grinning at him. "You can thank me later," he whispered to Kurt, who chuckled, but his mind was still clouded with confusion. Why had Blaine wanted to sing with him?

"You have until the week is out to come up with a song and consider the arrangement. You will put it to us at the next rehearsal. Get practising," he said with a grin. "This song will be accompanied by a group number, for which the soloist has yet to be decided. We will be holding auditions this week and the sign-up sheet is on the door," he announced, and the room buzzed with excitement. Wes slammed his gavel down on the desk, calling out, "Warblers dismissed!"

Kurt was sat in the senior commons, dutifully reading the Dalton Literature material. But instead of focussing on the words on the page, he was too preoccupied with thoughts of Blaine. They were singing. At Regionals. Together.

Blaine had chosen him.

But why? Why him? As much as he hated to admit it, he was sure that there were Warblers with far more talent than him in the group, and any one of those would happily have sung with Blaine. So why had he chosen Kurt? As if conjured up by his very imagination, Blaine appeared at this moment, shuffling through the door of the common room with a sheepish smile.

He sat opposite Kurt, gazing at the other boy for a short while before saying, "What are you doing?" His hand was fisted on the table as usual, because he'd kept his promise to Kurt. He'd never show him the name on his hand, as Kurt wished.

"Reading," Kurt replied, not looking up from his page.

"Well, finish up. I have the perfect idea for our number and we should practise," Blaine announced, gently prising the book out of Kurt's grasp.

Kurt looked up at him, reaching over to snatch his book back, but he complied and rested the closed novel on the table. "Do tell," he requested.

"Candles," Blaine told him, "by Hey Monday."

Kurt raised an eyebrow. "I'm impressed," he admitted. "You're usually so Top 40."

"Well, I wanted something a bit more…" Blaine searched for the right word, eventually deciding on, "emotional."

Kurt nodded, but for a moment his imagination consumed him and he found himself blurting out, "Why did you pick me to sing that song with?" He asked.

Blaine looked surprised by the sudden outburst and considered this. "K, there is a moment when you say to yourself, 'Oh, there you are. I've been looking for you forever.'" Kurt's breath caught in his throat, but any hopes he had of this speech being a romantic one were quickly dispelled by Blaine's next words, "I imagine it's a moment you'd only have with a soul mate but doing Perfect with you this week, I got as close as I've ever been. With anyone. You move me, K. And this would just be an excuse to spend more time with you. And I love spending time with you. You're my best friend."

He reached over and for a split second, a moment of madness – it could have been induced by hours of compulsory reading or maybe the aerosol fumes from his hairspray – Kurt could have sworn Blaine was going to kiss him. But then his friend's arms closed around him a hug. Kurt froze for a moment before he returned the embrace, trying to hide his disappointment.

Blaine moved away, sitting back down opposite Kurt and smiling at him for a moment before clapping his hands together. "OK, meet me for rehearsal in ten minutes in my dorm, alright?"

Kurt nodded immediately, barely registering what Blaine was saying through the intensity of his confusion.

Blaine squeezed his shoulder once before he left the room. Unbeknownst to Kurt, he paused in the doorway, looking at his friend for a few lingering moments. He saw Kurt sigh and drop his head into his hands. He fought the urge to run back to his side and comfort him, instead slipping away. Besides, he and Kurt were just friends.

Kurt let out a deep sigh, lost in his thoughts. He desperately tried to rearrange what Blaine had said so that it made some kind of logical sense, but he was having little luck. Blaine had said that they'd had a moment similar to that which soul mates shared. That meant something, right?

But Blaine had also called him his best friend. Every single façade of Blaine's speech had been tinged with the ethos of just-friends, which was a realm Kurt had hoped to avoid. But apparently, he'd fallen straight into the trap.

He let his hands fall and his head dropped onto the table hard enough to leave a bruise, resisting the urge to scream. How the hell was he ever going to be able to figure Blaine out? And if he never could, where did that leave him?

Kurt stared down at his palm. For not the first time in his life, he was horribly tempted to tear the material away and reveal the truth. But he couldn't. He just couldn't.

Kurt paused. But he had to know. He had to. He needed to know that he was wanted, that he had a purpose, someone to love who would love him because right now, he'd felt as alone as he ever had. He had no chance with Blaine, today had proved that and if he couldn't have Blaine, he needed to know that there was someone out there for him, be it Blaine or not.

There was so much riding on this. He couldn't wait anymore. This was his life and he needed to take control of it.

He toyed with the fabric of the gloves, tugging on the material so that it stretched thin over his palm, so that the words were almost visible. He let the fabric snap back into place, taking a deep breath. He reached for the glove again, preparing to pull it over his skin. He closed his eyes, anticipating the discovery, his breath catching in his throat, palms sweating when – ring, ring, ring.

Kurt let out a frustrated sigh, opening one eye to look at the caller ID. Blaine. He snatched up the phone, accepting the call and trying to hide his anger. "Yes, Blaine?" He greeted somewhat agitatedly.

"K, I really need to talk to you," Blaine told him, sounding breathless.

"Calm down," Kurt instructed, brow crinkling in confusion. "Where's the fire?"

"No fire," Blaine assured him, "But I have huge news."

"What is it?" Kurt asked.

Blaine took a deep breath, before replying, "I've found my soul mate."

In that moment, inexplicably and irrevocably, Kurt's world fell apart.

TBC...

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