OMG THIS IS THE SECOND TO LAST CHAPTER HOW DID THIS HAPPEN WHY AM I SO EMOTIONAL.

So, I hope you enjoy the penultimate chapter. Thank you very, very much for all of your lovely reviews. The next chapter will be the last one, please leave me a review and tell me what you think of this one :)

Also, I think this is the chapter you've all been waiting for. The big reveal. I hope it doesn't disappoint.

Chapter eleven

Kurt and Blaine spent that night together, so enraptured in their nest of love despite the previous argument. Burt had been called out that night to tend to an accident, Carol was working a night shift and Finn was at Rachel's, meaning that they were undisturbed and they took full of advantage of this, as two people desperately in love will.

But morning came too quickly and Blaine was forced to leave after seeing that he had dozens of missed calls from his parents inquiring his location. He kissed Kurt longingly at the door and asked if he could see him later that night, to which Kurt agreed with a smile as he bade Blaine goodbye.

Kurt stared after Blaine as the car pulled away. He watched long after it disappeared down the road, but he was soon startled out of his reverie when his phone buzzed in his pocket.

I love you. I miss you already, is that weird? – B x

Kurt couldn't help but grin at this, instantly typing out a reply.

Very weird. Don't text and drive. But I love you, too. See you later – K x

Kurt felt giddy as he re-entered the house, flopping down onto the sofa as he struggled to make sense of it all. He was Blaine's soul mate.

His mind – the rational part of him – told him that this was bad, so very, very bad but his heart screamed in protest. This was amazing, Blaine was amazing and Kurt was crazy about him. Screw his morals. There was nothing more important to him than Blaine right now.

This was everything he'd ever wanted.

He looked down at his palm. This was the only thing on Earth that could screw this up for him. His soul mate. Every fibre in his body prayed that it was Blaine, but there was no certainty of this. It could be anyone and if it was anyone but Blaine, Kurt was certain that his heart would break.

He was completely, utterly, irrevocably in love with Blaine, of that he was certain. But if Blaine wasn't his soul mate, how would their relationship continue? Would Blaine be satisfied knowing that Kurt's soul mate was still out there and that he wasn't it? And even if he wasn't angry, there would always be a distance between them because of the stupid words on Kurt's palm. But, similarly, he knew a distance would fester if he refused to acknowledge that he, too, had a soul mate. Even if Blaine wasn't angry, Kurt was sure that he would always second guess their relationship because of it and question their love's validity. And he would do anything in his power to hang onto Blaine.

This meant one thing. He had to look at his palm unclothed and uncover the truth, whatever it may be. He couldn't pretend anymore; pretend that it didn't matter and that he'd just figure things out because he wouldn't. And without Blaine, he didn't know what he would do.

At that moment, the door flew open, revealing a very dishevelled and fatigue-ridden Burt Hummel.

"Hey, bud," Burt greeted, discarding his coat and coming into the living room. He flopped down on the sofa next to Kurt, leaning back uselessly against the cushions. "Was that Blaine's car I saw leaving?"

Kurt flushed violently, ducking his head to hide this from his father. "Maybe," he admitted.

"Kurt Hummel!" Burt admonished, though his tone was teasing. "Have you been having an adult sleepover?"

"Kind of," Kurt replied, struggling to find words. "It's complicated."

"Well, I'm not going anywhere," Burt informed him, crossing his arms across his chest, eyes locked on Kurt's.

Kurt sighed. "A few days ago, Blaine met a boy who had Blaine's name on his palm."

Burt's eyes widened, though he stayed silent.

"And Blaine called me up to tell me this. He said that although he didn't quite feel the fire, he was willing to try with this guy," Kurt explained, "but I disagreed. I didn't think that you should try to love somebody and I told him so."

"Of course you did," Burt chuckled. "In no uncertain terms, I'm sure."

"You know me so well," Kurt grinned, before his expression changed back to one of melancholy. "We got into a fight, Blaine and I, and he went on a date with this boy. He left halfway through, though, because I was right – naturally – and he just couldn't force himself to feel something he didn't. But, in the heat of conversation, he happened to disclose the name that was on his hand."

Burt sucked in a breath. "Well?" He prompted. "Good or bad?"

"Both," Kurt replied without thinking. "It – it was me," he admitted.

Burt feigned shock. "Wow, Kurt," he raised his eyebrows. "How did you feel about that?"

"Confused," Kurt said, "I've known I had feelings for Blaine for a long time, since the first moment that we met but I never – I never expected that."

Burt nodded. "So why did you lock yourself away from him?"

"What do you do when you start to question the only thing you really believe in?" Kurt asked, ignoring his father's question, "I'm not religious. As far as beliefs and morals go, this is all I have. And I feel like it's being taken away from me because I'm in love."

"Kurt, nothing is being taken away from you..." Burt started, but his son cut him off.

"But it is! All I wanted is to have a normal life without soul mates interfering! But then Blaine comes along, and he's dapper and he's charming and he's damn near perfect and I'm so in love with him that I don't even care that all of my beliefs are being stripped away!" Kurt insisted, flaring up with the intensity of his rant. "This is me. Not believing in soul mates is a fundamental part of my being."

"Sometimes change can be a good thing," Burt interjected.

"Why should I have to change?" Kurt retorted.

"Because you love him. And you can try and deny it all you want, but you want him to be your soul mate is as much as he does. You're terrified, Kurt, and I understand that, but being irrational is not going to help. You feel like your identity is being taken away from you, then fight for it. But the real question is, is Blaine worth changing for?" Burt asked, looking pointedly at his son.

Kurt sighed. "What kind of a question is that?"

"The thing is, Kurt, I admire you for having such a strong opinion. But if you're going to be opinionated and alone, then what's the point?" Burt asked. "You're giving up love, soul mate love. That's something special, kid, and you can't let your opinions stand in the way of you being happy. Morals are great, kid, and I'd rather you be like this than throw yourself around like you don't matter, because you do matter, Kurt. And it's because you matter that I want you to be happy," Burt paused. "Blaine makes you happy, right?"

Kurt didn't even have to think about it. "Sickeningly so," he replied.

"Then you have your answer," Burt replied.

"But I don't believe in this stuff, Dad. I didn't think that I could be Blaine's soul mate but then he turned up here last night and I just…couldn't help myself," he explained.

"I know the feeling," Burt told him.

Kurt looked up, surprised.

"I felt the same way about your mum," Burt explained, smiling. "From the second I first met her and knew she was my soul mate. Everything changed."

Kurt nodded, but he stayed silent.

"And is he…?" Burt gestured to Kurt's palm, surprised to see that it was still gloved.

His son shrugged. "I don't know," he admitted. "That's the problem."

"Have you not looked?" Burt asked, brow furrowing in confusion.

Kurt shook his head.

"Bud, you know I love you," Burt told him, softly. Then his voice turned stony, "But you're being an idiot."

"I know!" Kurt retorted. "I just – what if it's not him, Dad? I love him and I don't know what I'll do if my soul mate isn't Blaine. I don't want to lose him. To me, he is my soul mate. Why should I have to look at my palm to prove that?"

"Eventually you'll drive him away by not trusting fate enough to put the two of you together," Burt replied.

Kurt nodded, dropping his head. "I know," he said, mournfully. "I know."

"But, Kurt, I'm your dad. I know the name on your palm as well as I know your name. Of course I peeked at it when you were a kid, don't look so surprised! You won't be disappointed. This is a decision you have to make on your own, and I respect that, but hurry the hell up and make it." And with that, Burt stood from the couch and ambled off into the kitchen.

Kurt sat in his wake, staring down at his palm in bewilderment. He tore the glove away, effectively exposing the name underneath.

He stopped and stared. He couldn't believe it. This was it. His soul mate. The one he would spend the rest of his life with.

And it was everything he'd ever hoped for.

Kurt waited on the front porch for Blaine, leaning against the wall of the house, hands clasped behind his back. He was only just getting used to the sensation of having his hands unclothed and he still felt a small thrill of shock every time he felt the bare skin of his palm underneath his fingers. He trailed the name that he'd already memorised the shape of with his fingers, smiling softly.

Blaine's car pulled up in the driveway and he emerged, spotting Kurt on the front porch and making his way over, grinning at him all the way. He stepped onto the wooden decking and held his arms out to Kurt, who obliged, making his way over and hugging Blaine tightly.

"Hi," Blaine murmured, smiling up at him. "I missed you."

"Because we've been apart for so long," Kurt teased, but he understood completely what Blaine meant. Every second apart felt like eternity, and he knew that he would never tire of holding Blaine in his arms and telling him that he loved him simply because he could.

"Exactly," Blaine agreed, chuckling.

"What did your parents say?" Kurt asked.

Blaine winced. "They were mad, but when I explained the situation and my motives, they understood. It's normally not a problem, because I board at Dalton, but as it was a Friday they were expecting me home. But I had prior commitments," he said, grinning.

Kurt laughed. "Not if it gets you in trouble with your parents, Blaine," he chided, teasingly.

"You're worth it," Blaine replied, simply, making Kurt's breath catch in his throat.

Kurt smiled up at him as Blaine reached out and cupped his face, stroking his thumb along his cheekbones. Kurt leaned into the touch, gazing at Blaine. "I love you," he murmured.

"I love you, too," Blaine replied, grinning.

Kurt leaned in to kiss him languidly and, gaining confidence, clasped his hands at the back of Blaine's neck, pulling him closer. He grinned into the kiss as he felt Blaine respond eagerly before he faltered and Kurt knew he'd worked it out.

Blaine let out a small gasp at the feel of the bare skin of Kurt's hands on his neck and he started. Kurt had taken his gloves off. Did that mean…?

He pulled away, holding Kurt at arm's length, his face a perfect question mark. "Did you…?" He asked, gesturing to his soul mate's palm.

Kurt grinned, holding out his bare hand for inspection. Blaine caught it and tilted the palm up so that the name was in full view.

Blaine Anderson

He just stopped and stared for a few moments, frozen in place by the magnitude of this moment. Eventually, Blaine looked back up at Kurt, eyes wide and brimming with tears.

"I'm yours," he whispered.

Kurt's grin widened and he nodded happily, pulling Blaine into another heated kiss as he breathed against his lips, "You're mine."

He kissed him languidly, not caring who saw or cast judgement. This was his soul mate, and he would love him until the end of time.

There was simply no question about it.

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