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Chapter ten

Blaine checked his phone for the nineteenth time that day. Not that he was counting or anything. But he had no missed calls or messages from Kurt, though he'd left plenty with his friend. Ever since their conversation a few days previously where Blaine had disclosed the name of his soul mate, Kurt had cut himself off completely. He hadn't been coming into school and aside from missing him desperately; Blaine was more than a little concerned for his safety.

He'd called K's home phone and been met with his extremely gruff father, who'd informed him that K had locked himself away and refused to come out for anything. Blaine had requested that K's father tell his friend that he'd called, to which his father agreed, but made no promises as K wasn't even speaking to him, let alone Blaine.

At this present moment, Blaine was sat in Warbler rehearsals but instead of the usual practise, every boy save for Sebastian – who was in a far off corner looking bored – was clustered around Blaine, desperately seeking answers to the question everyone was asking – 'Where's K?'

But unfortunately, Blaine could give them no answer; shed no light because he was as clueless as them.

"OK, Blaine," Wes shucked off his blazer, turning from head councilman into his close friend in a matter of seconds. All vocal exercises had been abandoned because without one of their lead singers, they were rendered useless. "Tell us exactly what happened between you and K."

"What do you think I did?"

"Maybe he's jealous," Sebastian piped up from the background. Every pair of eyes swivelled round to him and he shrugged. "Come on, you were all thinking it."

The Warblers collectively considered this before turning back to Blaine, feeling no less enlightened by Sebastian's opinion.

"Or maybe he knows Kurt Hummel," Jeff suggested, "Maybe he's a douche."

"Who, K?" Blaine asked, looking up at Jeff indignantly.

"No, Kurt!" Jeff amended.

There was a long pause before – "Oh, shit," Nick suddenly exclaimed, dropping his head into his hands.

All eyes turned to him this time.

"What?" Wes asked.

"I think I know what's wrong with Kurt," Nick admitted.

Blaine looked confused. "Kurt or K?"

"Both."

Blaine shifted his weight between his feet as he stood on the doorstep of K's house. Maybe he was wrong; maybe Nick was wrong. Maybe he shouldn't have come here at all.

If he was wrong, everything was over.

But if he was right, this was only just the beginning.

He considered this, mentally weighing up the options in his head. Wrong, potentially lose K forever. Right, potentially gain K forever.

The odds were stacked against him but he had to. He just had to. He needed to have courage, he told himself, as K had so much of. If his friend had taught him anything, it was that; that he was stronger than he gave himself credit for and capable of anything. All in all, Blaine had a lot to thank K for.

He looked down at his palm, tracing his fingers along the words that were emblazoned there.

Kurt Hummel

If this was his chance – possibly his only chance – to meet his soul mate, it was a chance he was going to have to take. Because K was worth it; he was worth everything, and Blaine wasn't ready to let him go.

He pressed the doorbell.

A pause and then – "Go away!"

Blaine chuckled at this. The voice was K's, so distinctly that Blaine could have placed it from a mile away. He hit the doorbell again and this time, K let out a frustrated sigh, but didn't come any closer to opening the door.

"K, please," Blaine pleaded, stepping closer to the door and softening his voice, "I just want to see you."

A long moment of silence.

"Everyone's out," K warned, his voice becoming louder as he ventured towards the door, "so no funny business."

Blaine chuckled at this. But then the door was opening and K was revealed, wearing only a pair of skinny jeans and a striped jumper, so baggy that it fell over his shoulder, revealing an expanse of creamy white skin.

Blaine swallowed, looking up at the face of the boy before him and in that moment he knew.

He knew the way he'd always been told that he would know by his parents and his peers. The way he'd only ever dreamt and known through the eyes of literacy. He knew that he wasn't just looking into the face of a boy, of his friend, of K.

He was looking at his soul mate.

K's eyes were lowered and he tugged self-consciously at his jumper, struggling to think of what to say.

"Kurt," Blaine whispered, his voice hoarse.

Kurt looked up, startled.

"You're Kurt," Blaine breathed, stepping into the house and letting the door swing closed behind him.

Kurt took a step back, looking bewildered. "No I'm not," he said, but his voice wavered.

Blaine persisted, coming closer to Kurt. "You are," he corrected. "You're Kurt Hummel. And you're my soul mate."

Kurt's eyes filled with tears as he looked at Blaine. But he nodded. "I told you your soul mate wouldn't be ugly," he murmured.

Blaine grinned at this and, without hesitating, closed the gap between them, pressing his lips to Kurt's. In a second, he thought he'd over stepped the mark but a second was all it took for Kurt to kiss him back, wrapping his arms around Blaine's neck to pull him closer.

Blaine responded in kind, winding his arms around Kurt's waist and pulling their bodies together. This was it, he knew that, knew it from the crown of his head to the base of his feet, every fibre of his body sang it. This was Kurt Hummel, his soul mate, the boy he would spend the rest of his life with. This was it.

He loved Kurt.

And it was exactly as K – Kurt, he berated – had said it would be. His heart felt like it was going to burst out his chest, his breathing was laboured and his chest was constricted almost painfully tightly. His palm seared but in the most pleasant way possible and he knew he was home.

This was it, like Kurt said. There was no question, no second guessing. This was right; completely right. It felt, dare he say it, perfect.

But all too soon Kurt pulled away, pressing a hand to his lips as he struggled to comprehend what had just happened.

"Blaine," he eventually managed to say, "I know you think you love me now, but I don't want to be with somebody who only loves me because their palm tells them to. I want you to love me."

"Kurt, I don't care about soul mates," Blaine insisted, almost laughing at how simple it was. He loved Kurt. Why had it never made sense like this before? It was as simple, as natural, as easy as breathing. "I don't know if I'm your soul mate or not but frankly, now, I don't care. I love you, Kurt. I don't know if I'm on your palm or if we're meant to be together or if any of this stuff even matters! What's more important than the fact that I love you, Kurt?"

Kurt struggled to remain impassive to Blaine's words. "Blaine, I can't be your soul mate. I don't believe in any of this stuff," he replied.

"I don't care. I love you. I don't want you to be my soul mate; I just want to be with you," Blaine implored, clinging to Kurt desperately.

"I love you, too, Blaine," Kurt replied, his eyes brimming with tears.

Blaine grinned at this, his face a centimetre away from Kurt's. "I've been looking for you forever," he whispered, his breath tickling Kurt's lips.

Kurt made a noise in the back of his throat that sounded a lot like defeat and he launched himself at Blaine, reattaching their lips with more passion than Blaine knew was contained in the entire species of man. He moaned, clutching at Kurt, fisting his hands in the back of his jumper to pull him closer still, but it was never close enough.

"Oh my God, I love you," Blaine groaned as they fell back onto the couch, Kurt sprawled on top of him, every contour of their body pressed together.

Kurt grinned into the kiss, lowering his head to press his lips against Blaine's neck and the boy beneath him moaned, throwing his head back to expose more skin.

"I love you, too," Kurt whispered against Blaine's skin, pressing insistent kisses against it. Kurt's jumper fell down across his shoulder once more but this time he didn't correct it and neither did he swat Blaine's hands away when they hurried under the fabric of Kurt's jumper and trailed across his porcelain skin.

In an instant, Kurt pulled away and Blaine worried that he'd gone too far.

But instead of climbing away from him, Kurt raised his arms above his head, looking at the boy beneath him expectantly. Blaine hurried into a sitting position as Kurt straddled his hips, one eyebrow raised.

"Are you – are you sure?" Blaine asked. He knew this would be Kurt's first time and though he'd had flings before, Blaine had confided in Kurt that he was still a virgin; he was saving that special part of him for his soul mate. And now he was about to give it to him.

Kurt nodded. "I love you, Blaine," he replied, "I want to be with you in every way possible."

Blaine didn't waste a second, peeling Kurt's jumper off over his head and discarding it on the floor before reattaching their lips, clinging to Kurt as if he never wanted to let go. Truth be told, he didn't.

They lay, naked and spent in Kurt's bed, every part of their bodies entwined, breath mingling together as they gazed at one another. Blaine reached out a hand and traced his fingers along Kurt's cheekbone, leaning over and kissing him softly.

Kurt smiled, tangling his fingers in the hair at the back of Blaine's head, but this was a reminder that Kurt had yet to remove his gloves. Even through their love making, they had remained and he seemed unwilling to take them off.

Blaine was about to question this when Kurt spoke up.

"What if I hadn't had been Kurt?" He asked, timidly.

Blaine didn't even think twice about this. "Nothing could change the way I feel about you, Kurt, nothing," he assured him, wrapping his arms tighter around the body of the boy next to him.

Kurt let out a contented sigh, his eyelids fluttering closed and in an instant, he was asleep. Blaine watched him for a long moment, before his eyes wandered to his hands, still gloved. Curiosity over took him and even though he knew it was wrong, he found himself tracing his fingers along the fabric, fighting the urge to pull it off. It could have been ten minutes, thirty minutes, an hour; he couldn't have said how long he touched the material, fingers tingling with the urge to remove the gloves.

But Kurt, being hyper-aware even in unconsciousness, was awake in a second, instantly retracting his hand. "What are you doing?" He asked, clutching his hand to his bare chest. "I thought this didn't matter?"

"I'm just curious, Kurt," Blaine told him, reaching out for him again but Kurt pulled away.

"Don't be curious," he berated. "This is my life, my soul mate, my problem."

"I'm a problem?" Blaine's tone instantly turned accusing.

"Well you're not exactly helping me right now, are you?" Kurt retorted hotly.

"What's so wrong with me seeing who your soul mate is?" Blaine asked, sitting up in bed, the sheets pooling around his bare torso.

Kurt's harsh exterior fell in an instant and he looked up at Blaine, eyes filling with tears. "What if it's not you? I want it to be you so badly, Blaine, I can't even tell you. But what if it isn't?" His voice was very small and Blaine couldn't help but reach out for him and pull Kurt into his arms, holding him close.

Blaine pressed a kiss to the top of his head. "It doesn't matter, Kurt," he reassured him.

"It matters to me," Kurt insisted. "I can't, I just can't. I just got you. I don't want to lose you. If you're not my soul mate, this is all over," Kurt sounded on the verge of tears.

Blaine reached out a finger and angled Kurt's face so that their eyes met and he gazed deep into them as he said his next words, "It'll never be over, Kurt. Never. I'm never saying goodbye to you."

FINALLY.

Hallelujah.

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