A/Nshort chapter again, I am so sorry. Though...if you like the short chapters, let me know. Otherwise I'll try to make them longer. This just seemed like a good ending place. Anyway, bit more background, Kurt growing up and not really coming to terms with his differences. Maybe more of this in the next chapter? I'm not sure whether to leave the growing up there and move on to the meeting Hunter or not. Again, let me know in the review if you don't mind :) Or just let me know what you think of the story anyway, I'd love to hear your views.


Kurt could still remember the day he'd found the name on his arm like it was only yesterday. ten years had passed, yet that day still defined him, had shaped him growing up. He hadn't really understood the implications of having a soulmate at the tender age of seven. hadn't realised what it would mean to him growing up.

The first day back at school after the discovery, Kurt had proudly gone around showing everyone his arm, telling everyone his soulmate was called Hunter. it was only later on that day, when his head had ended up down the toilet for the first time and he'd found himself outcast from the group, that he realised how cruel people could be.

Before school that day, Kurt hadn't cared that it was a boys name on his arm. He was just excited that he was special, he was one of the rare few to end up with a soulmate. Washing toilet water out of his hair made him think that maybe this wasn't such a good thing.

And so he hid it. Bought his first fashion magazines, immersed himself in the world of layers, and never looked back. he tried not to let himself look at the name, if he could avoid it. that name...that one name had caused him so much grief at school. the kids hadn't forgotten about it, of course. Kids never do. From that day onwards, Kurt was bullied for being different.

High school had been different. Tired of having to wash his hair everyday, Kurt had begged to go to a school where he knew no one. Sure, maybe it would mean he was lonely. But there was that hope...the tiny yellow spark that made him think 'maybe i won't be alone'.

But boy was he wrong. The bullying, if it was possible, only got worse. Only this time it wasn't because his peers had solid evidence Kurt was a freak. This time it was purely because he looked and sounded different. Apparently an actual fashion sense and a high pitched voice were never going to fit in in the hallowed halls of McKinley High School.

Kurt knew he couldn't go back to his father and asked to transfer anywhere else. there was nowhere close enough, other than Dalton Academy. Kurt envied the boys who attended there. He'd looked up their website online, salivated over the no bullying policy, and nearly fallen out of his chair when he'd seen the price. There was no way he could even ask his father to consider it.

But it didn't stop him dreaming of a different life, a better life.