A/N: I promise I'm keeping up with this! Enjoy this chapter. Warning for smut. But also, I'm letting you know there will be a lot of smut in the coming chapters. Smooches.

Before We Meet

Chapter 13

The route Kurt and Blaine had decided to wordlessly take together was one of complete ignorance regarding the impending tour. Without ever talking about it, they had both somehow come to the conclusion that if they didn't acknowledge it, they could pretend it wasn't going to happen.

Kurt found nearly permanent residence in Blaine's much nicer and much less crowded apartment and the simple domesticity of sharing his space with Blaine almost—almost—allowed him to forget this wasn't how it was going to be forever.

They shared kisses as they shook the sleep out of their bodies in the morning. They brushed hands together as they sipped their morning coffee. Blaine had started sending William in the recently underutilized car to pick Kurt up from classes. Kurt had shown his appreciation by bringing homey touches to Blaine's previously bland apartment. What started as blank walls soon filled up with art scrounged up from his classmates at Parsons. Life was swept into the apartment and Kurt frequently had to push down the sinking feeling in his stomach reminding him that no matter how hard he wished this wasn't home.

Ignoring the pending doom of the goddamn tour that would take his Blaine away worked for a while. Until it didn't.

Blaine was in a meeting when Kurt had stopped at his apartment briefly to pick up a change of clothes for the next day, as his overnight bag at Blaine's house continued to deplete in resources. Unexpectedly, Rachel was home. She almost looked shocked as Kurt walked in the door.

"Kurt!" she squealed before standing and rushing toward him with her arms wide.

"Rachel," Kurt huffed, bracing himself to hold the added weight of Rachel clinging to his chest. "It's not like I died."

"Well you might as well have," she huffed back before sadness took over her eyes. "You haven't been here in weeks. I miss my roommate."

"You know I've been spending as much time with Blaine as I can before…" he trailed off, gnawing his bottom lip. He couldn't manage to meet Rachel's eyes.

"Kurt…" Rachel started, pulling back so just the palms of her hands rested on Kurt's chest. "I think we should talk about this. For real."

Kurt looked up and saw what looked like a combination of pity and some sort of almost maternal concern in Rachel's eyes. He let out a breath he didn't even know he had been holding before slowly nodding his head. He let Rachel pull him over to their small second-hand couch as she crossed her legs and grabbed onto Kurt's shaking hands. She rubbed small circles on the back of his hand with her thumb as she waited for him to work up the courage to say something.

"I don't know what I'm going to do without him here." Kurt finally let out, and all of a sudden, the dam he had been building up burst open.

Sobs ripped out his chest as he finally allowed the painful reminders of what his life was like pre-Blaine flood his memory. Of the stinging, all-encompassing, complete loneliness of his life before he knew the world-view shift of meeting your soul mate.

Somehow, Rachel managed to pick up on this fear of Kurt's and elaborate on it in the exact worst way possible.

"Oh Kurt," she started. "You've lived without Blaine before, and you can live without Blaine again." She smiled a self-satisfying grin as if she had just found the answer to the biggest problem Kurt has ever faced.

Kurt let the pain radiate from his heart, dropping like a heavy brick into his stomach. He pulled his head up from where it was hiding in his hands. Through his puffy, red-rimmed eyes he glared his absolute harshest look at Rachel.

"Just because you haven't met your soul mate," he started, standing up and walking to the door. "Does not mean you can try to drag me down to your lonely pit of self-loathing."

"You need to understand that Blaine isn't the answer to your problems!" Rachel rushed to say, standing up quickly. "You can't just spend all your time at his apartment and pretend it's going to stay this way forever! Blaine's lifestyle is different! His needs are different! He can't stay holed up in his apartment with you forever!"

He gave one more glare before he slammed the door behind him.

He made it down the three flights of stairs and through the building's main doors before his trembling legs give out and he sinks on his knees to the sidewalk. The heaviness in his chest settled back on his heart as he clutched at his arms, wrapping them tight around himself.

Deep down, he knew Rachel was right. He knew that he was living an unattainable fantasy. And the worst part was that the only person he knew could make him feel better was Blaine. The very Blaine leaving in a week for a tour.

Before he even knew what he was doing, his shaking hands were holding his phone up to his ear.

"Hello?"

Blaine's voice startled Kurt out of his thoughts.

"Kurt?" Blaine asked again after hearing silence from the other line.

Kurt opened his mouth, but the hole he felt being ripped open in his chest stopped any words from coming out.

"Kurt, what's wrong? Where are you?" Blaine's voice was deep and commanding. A demeanor Kurt hadn't heard from him before. It jolted him into answering.

"My apartment," he whispered, the words coming out raspy and barely there.

"I'm sending William. Don't move."

And the line went dead.

Kurt curled his arms around himself tighter and squeezed his eyes shut, trying to will away the heartache radiating through his body.

•••

Blaine ran to the car and jumped in as soon as he saw William pull up to the studio where he abruptly left the meeting he was supposed to be in.

"Where to?" William asked, professional as ever.

"Kurt's, please," Blaine all but shouted. Then softer, "Something's wrong."

William did not reply, but Blaine felt the car speed up, barely noticeable.

As soon as they came within enough distance of Kurt's apartment, Blaine saw a crumpled figure on the ground. He didn't need to see the face hidden in the arms of the person to know it was Kurt. He felt his heartbeat quicken.

Without the car being completely stopped, Blaine opened the door and rushed to Kurt, falling to his knees roughly in his haste.

"Kurt, baby, what's wrong?" Blaine gathered Kurt up and felt the sobs rip through his shaking body.

"I…I don't…" Kurt tried, his voice muffled in Blaine's shirt. He shook harder as words failed him.

Blaine was panicking. He didn't know what was wrong. He couldn't get words out of Kurt. He knew they couldn't stay in the street like this in case someone saw.

Blaine stood up, and in a surprising burst of strength, picked Kurt up bridal style and quickly carried him to the car, the door still hanging open. After placing Kurt inside and scooting up next to him, Blaine gave a wordless look to William, who nodded his head and started driving toward Blaine's apartment.

The whole ride there, Blaine didn't try to make Kurt talk. He simply held him close and carded through Kurt's hair, working out the product in the wake of his fingers. Blaine made soothing shushing noises as he worked, but he was not sure if it was more Kurt's sake or his own.

When William pulled up to Blaine's curb, Blaine was in no rush to get out. Softly, he placed his hands on either side of Kurt's face and pulled back gently to look into his eyes.

"Can you walk?" He asked, his voice barely above a whisper. Kurt only nodded with his eyes cast down, not meeting Blaine's.

Blaine bit his bottom lip briefly, deciding Kurt was telling the truth. He slid out of the seat and extended his hand for Kurt to take.

The elevator ride was silent, as was the short walk to Blaine's front door. As Blaine fumbled with his keys, the tension between them continued to rise. Blaine finally got the door open and took Kurt's hand again to lead him to the couch.

Kurt still would not look at him. Blaine felt the lump in his throat swell. He tried to swallow it down as he sat next to Kurt, not touching him this time.

"Please…" Blaine started, his voice sounding weak and shaky. "Look at me."

Kurt's eyes slid up and met Blaine's. He felt the air leave his lungs like he had been punched in the gut. He never wanted to see his soul mate so hurt. The skin around his eyes was bloodshot and puffy. Tear streaks stained his face. His bottom lip was quivering. But worst of all, deep in Kurt's eyes, he looked broken.

"I'm sorry," Kurt whispered, his eyes closing again.

"I need you to tell me what's going on," Blaine pleaded, his voice betraying him and starting to show the panic he was feeling. "Please."

"I…I don't want…" Kurt started, his eyes meeting Blaine's again.

Blaine was sure his eyes showed his anxiety at those words, because Kurt's gaze suddenly softened.

"I don't want to be without you."

"Are you…" Blaine couldn't finish his sentence. He stood up and ran his fingers through his own hair quickly. "Are you leaving me?" His voice was barely audible.

"What?" Kurt's eyes grew large. "Of course not! Blaine! I had a panic attack at the loft because Rachel scolded me for spending so much time with you when she knew I was just setting myself up for heartbreak when you leave for your tour."

Blaine squeezed his eyes shut, willing away the tears in his eyes. He took three deep breaths and turned back to Kurt, soft eyes meeting soft eyes.

"You will never be without me again," Blaine tried. "Now that we've met, I am never letting you go. No matter how far apart we are physically, no matter how far away this tour takes me, I promise I am always right here with you." Blaine took Kurt's right hand in both of his and held them over Kurt's heart.

Kurt's tears welled up in his eyes again. He held Blaine's hands against his chest as he took a deep breath.

"I know that in my heart, I promise." He said, feeling tears betray him and spill over onto his already wet cheeks. "Rachel just got me worked up and it sent me into this spiral."

"Tell me what happened," Blaine said. It was not a question.

Kurt's tears continued to spill over as he told Blaine the whole story of the conversation between him and Rachel. As he was nearing the end of the story, his eyes darted down again, this time out of shame rather than sadness.

"The worst part is I know she's right," Kurt muttered as he finished.

"She's not right," Blaine said simply. "My life has changed so much since I met you. I know I can never go back to being who I was before you, and I certainly hope you feel the same."

Kurt nodded.

"Kurt, you are the answer to my problems. And it's okay if I'm the answer to yours. We are meant to be the balancing force in each other's lives. What are we?" Blaine asked.

"Soul mates," Kurt answered automatically.

"Exactly. We're soul mates. Our souls need each other. Which is why it's so hard to think about the tour. Our souls don't want to be separated. We'll be missing a critical part of our soul, our very essence, our spirit. But don't dare think for a moment that it's gone forever. We are in this together and we will figure out a way to put our aching souls in peace while we're apart. I promise to take care of you. I promise to make sure you aren't hurting for too long. I promise to make your soul happy." Blaine punctuated this point with a kiss to Kurt's temple.

"Aren't you scared?" He asked timidly.

"Of course I'm scared. But I also know that I would give up this record deal, this fame, this money, this lifestyle, if I had to for you." Blaine looked into Kurt's eyes with what he hoped was his most sincere expression.

"I would never ask you to do that."

"I know you wouldn't. Which is why you are such an amazing boyfriend and soul mate. But it will be my call if it needs to be. I know I have this to fall back on if we can't make it apart. I have known from the moment I met you that you are more important than any of this."

Kurt mustered up a sad smile.

Blaine returned his smile earnestly and pulled Kurt's face up to his. He began kissing away the tears resting on Kurt's face. He kissed up and down his cheeks, then a soft kiss to his forehead, then down to the tip of his nose, before finally kissing his lips softly. He pulled back briefly to meet eyes with Kurt.

Kurt's smile turned more sincere and leaned forward bashfully.

Blaine smiled again and closed the rest of the distance between their lips.

The urgency of the kiss happened almost immediately. It was as if every ounce of love, devotion, connection, and admiration between them poured into the kiss.

Blaine slid his tongue against Kurt's bottom lip, and Kurt immediately obliged and parted his lips, his own tongue meeting Blaine's gently. Blaine pushed slightly harder against Kurt's lips and with a flick of his tongue against Kurt's, he felt the negative tension start to melt to be replaced by sexual tension. By pure need.

Blaine pushed Kurt's shoulders so he was flat against the back of the couch. Blaine swung his leg over Kurt's hips and straddled him, his hands fisting in Kurt's hair. Blaine's lips moved to Kurt's jaw, then down to his neck. He peppered kisses down to his pulse point, then to the juncture between his collarbone and his throat.

"Let me show you how much I believe in us being okay," Blaine breathed before nipping at Kurt's neck.

Kurt could only nod, his voice lost in sensation.

Blaine wiggled off Kurt's lap down to his knees on the floor in front of the couch. His hands trailed up Kurt's calves, his thighs, up around his hips, and finally against the growing length pushing against Kurt's zipper. Kurt rolled his head back against the top of the couch and let a soft groan rip through his throat.

Blaine's hands moved up to the button on Kurt's impossibly tight jeans. He worked it open and was about to pull on the zipper when Kurt snapped back to reality and pushed at Blaine's shoulders.

"Wait."

Blaine's hands moved back away from Kurt and Kurt's hips unconsciously bucked up trying to follow them. He swallowed hard before continuing.

"I've never done…this before," he murmured, his cheeks reddening softly.

Blaine smiled softly before returning his hands to the zipper.

"Me neither. I've been saving everything for you. Even before I knew you."

Kurt let the warmth of Blaine's words seep through him before meeting Blaine's gaze and nodding.

Blaine didn't need another cue. He unzipped Kurt's jeans quickly and pulled at the waistband. Kurt pushed up on the heels of his feet to lift his hips. Blaine could only manage to get the tight pants and even tighter boxer briefs down to his thighs before his resolve faded and need took over.

Kurt barely had time to be embarrassed that another man was seeing his embarrassingly hard cock before Blaine's lips were around the head, sucking softly. His tongue darted out and licked up the leaking fluid and swirling around the groves of the head.

Kurt's eyes fluttered shut and he let out a breath that took the shape of Blaine's name. His fingers curled into Blaine's hair and he tugged without meaning to.

Blaine let out a whine at the pressure Kurt's fingers were inflicting, and the vibration it caused made Kurt tighten his grip even more.

Blaine pulled off of Kurt's length to slide his tongue roughly down the underside, down to the base, twisting his head to lick at the opposite side on his way back up. His hand wrapped around Kurt's cock and began to stroke as his mouth sank back down, taking more and more with each bob of his head. His other hand reached down to palm at his own aching cock as he worked.

Kurt was a babbling mess, words falling out of his mouth in no particular order. His hips were shaking against the force of trying to keep them from bucking up into the wet heat of Blaine's mouth.

Encouraged by Kurt's reaction, Blaine took a deep breath through his nose and pushed his head down all the way, until his nose was pressed against the neatly trimmed hair at the base of Kurt's cock. He swallowed around the length, feeling Kurt throb in his mouth.

Kurt finally seemed to find his words.

"Oh my god, Blaine. Blaine, this is going to. Blaine this is going to be over too quick if you. If you keep doing that I'm going to come," Kurt rambled. His fingers untangled from Blaine's hair and grabbed at the cushion on either side of his hips.

Blaine pulled off with a wet swallow, but continued to stroke his broad and calloused hand up and down the length.

"Let me taste you. Please Kurt, let me taste you," Blaine pleaded as he gently smacked the tip against his lips and flat tongue.

"Shit," is all Kurt could muster before his hips gave in to the need to buck up. Blaine had barely sealed his mouth around his cock before he was pulsing quick spurts into Blaine's willing mouth.

Blaine worked Kurt through his orgasm and finally pulled off when Kurt whimpered softly at the over stimulation.

"Blaine Anderson, you're going to kill me," Kurt muttered, feeling himself come back down from his high.

Blaine smiled and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

"If you're always going to be as responsive as that, believe me when I say that it is my pleasure."

"Give me a minute and I'll take care of you," Kurt said softly, his eyes drifting shut again.

"Uh.." Blaine laughed softly and stood up. He grabbed Kurt's hand and led it to the very obvious wet spot on Blaine's jeans. "No need. You're too sexy for your own good."

Kurt smiled and made weak grabby hands at Blaine to come back down to him on the couch.

"Hang on," Blaine said as he shuffled into the bedroom.

Kurt took the opportunity to pull his boxer briefs back up but discarded his pants entirely. Blaine must have had the same idea, as he returned in a fresh pair of boxer briefs himself, sans pants.

Blaine slid in next to Kurt on the couch and rested his head on Kurt's shoulder. He let out a content sigh and grabbed at Kurt's hand. Lifting it to his chest, he placed Kurt's hand flat against his still rapidly beating heart.

"This is all yours," Blaine murmured.

Kurt mirrored Blaine's action with his free hand, leading Blaine's palm to his own fluttering heart.

"All yours," Kurt replied back.