“Well the point is pretty clear, Blaine... You get to know when you meet your soulmate.” Wes sighed, his beer still untouched between his hands.

“But is that all there is to life? Knowing who you're meant to be with? What about education and careers and other important things? It's not all about love and soulmates...” Blaine shook his head and downed another shot.

“Well that's all there is to life to some people, I guess. Maybe you're just smarter than 90% of the population of the world.” Wes laughed and finally took a sip of his beer. Blaine turned to glare at him.

“That's not what I meant, Wes. What I meant was that we need to stop being so focused on who's gonna marry who. And what happens when you zero out? You just find that one person and stay with them forever? It's ridiculous.” Blaine shut his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. Wes took this time to subtly look down at the TiMER on his wrist. Still almost 6 months left...

A few more shots and some drinks later, Blaine was done for.

“Plus what if I get my TiMER and Seb's doesn't beep and mine says I have to wait, like, 7 gazillion years to know who my soulmate is and Wes what if he won't love me anymore?” Blaine was practically sobbing into Wes' shoulder at this point.

“I think it's time to get you home, Blainey...” Wes mumbled, reaching for Blaine's hand. He dropped a few bills down on the bar and tugged his drunken friend out into the cool night air.

“Seb calls me Blainey.” Blaine sobbed, wrapping his arms around Wes and pulling him tight as he cried into his neck. Wes just stood there and waited for a taxi to drive by. Dammit, in a city like New York it should not be this hard to flag down a taxi.

When one finally came, it took some effort to drag Blaine into the back seat and get the seat belt around him. Wes glanced at the taxi driver and gave him the address before turning to Blaine.

“You are going to go home and you are going to go to sleep and in the morning you are going to have a massive hangover...” He whispered, sighing. Blaine just seemed to be somewhere between asleep and hysterical sobbing.

Once the taxi pulled up to Blaine's apartment building, Wes paid the driver and pulled Blaine out, steadying him on the sidewalk. He searched Blaine's coat pocket for his keys and trudged into the apartment building with Blaine stumbling along behind him.

Out of all of the things that happened tonight, the elevator was the worst in Wes' mind. Blaine had returned his face to its spot on Wes' shoulder, and he was weeping. Plain out sobbing-loudly-and-hysterically-crying weeping. To the point where Blaine was gasping for air. But thankfully the ride was short lived and he made it to the apartment door and knocked a few times.

Sebastian opened the door almost immediately, the look on his face was almost terrifying.

“Goddammit, Wes, it's almost 3 o'clock in the morning where were you guys?” He asked, looking Blaine up and down. “And why is my boyfriend crying?”

“Blaine's drunk. Don't worry, nothing happened. He's just having... Lots of thoughts. I don't know how his little drunk mind works. But he's yours now.” Wes handed Blaine off to Sebastian and turned down the hallway.

“Thanks, by the way!” Sebastian called out after Wes, who only raised his hand as an acknowledgment. Seb turned to Blaine, who was half asleep against the door frame.

“Come on, let's get you to bed...” Sebastian sighed and pulled Blaine into their bedroom...

The next morning, Blaine opened his eyes and immediately groaned, throwing his pillow over his face.

“Everything hurts!” He whined, prolonging the second word longer than he should have. “Sebastian make it stop!”

“I wish I could...” Seb cooed, walking in the room with a glass of water and two aspirins. “Here, take these. They'll help.”

“Nu uh.” Blaine said. “Not moving the pillow, not moving at all. Period. Not. At. All.”

“Fine then, lay there with a throbbing headache for the rest of the day...” Sebastian dropped the pills and water on the night table and left the room, shutting the door softly.

It took Blaine a good 10 minutes to come out of hiding and quickly take the pills before returning to the safety of his covers. He didn't move for the rest of the day, but he didn't really mind.

Monday morning came too quickly, and suddenly Blaine wished he could call in to work sick. But the second the water hit his bare chest in his incredibly small shower, he knew he couldn't miss a day of work. The guilt would eat him alive if he did. Even if all his job was was working at a music store. It was still better than no job at all...

He walked into the shop and set his bag behind the desk, knowing that today was going to be a generally awful day. Because everyone walking into the store had a stupid TiMER on their wrist. And all it did was make Blaine consider getting one... No. Absolutely not. He wouldn't. They were stupid.

Blaine sighed and walked down an aisle of Broadway sheet music, rearranging some of the books and trying to get his mind off of everything.

“Excuse me?” A voice broke through Blaine's thoughts and he turned to look at the source of the voice. Oh my...

“Hi, sorry... How may I help you?” Blaine smiled at the man.

“I was looking for the Broadway section. I'm new around here and I'm a little lost...” He looked almost embarrassed to admit it. Blaine grinned.

“You're in luck, because you're standing right in it.” He said, gesturing to the music books beside him. “Anything in particular you're looking for?”

“Oh... My God I'm so sorry... I should have just looked...” The man shook his head and sighed. “Nothing in particular... Just something new to try.” Blaine nodded.

“I'm Blaine, by the way. If you need any help, just yell for me. I'll be around.” He smiled and turned to walk away, leaving the man to his own devices. But he still couldn't get those blue eyes out of his mind...

But Blaine never saw him again that day.

In fact, Blaine didn't see those blue eyes again until he was in Starbucks one rainy Saturday morning. But he didn't know what to do, so he just leaned a little further back in his chair and continued to type away at his laptop.

“Blaine, from the music store, right?” The familiar voice spoke and Blaine almost had a heart attack.

“Y-yeah...” He smiled a little and took another sip from his cup.

“I'm sorry, am I interrupted anything? You seemed incredibly concentrated on your computer screen.”

“No, no, you're not interrupting a thing. You can, uh... Sit down if you want?” Blaine offered, saving his file and shutting down his laptop. He shoved it back in its case, then returned it to his back pack before looking back at the boy. “Did you find the music you were looking for?” He asked, grinning lopsidedly.

“I did, actually. I know I said I was looking for something new but I ended up leaving with Wicked...” He laughed a little. “Sorry I never yelled for you. I meant to, I really did, but I, uh, had somewhere to be.” He said as he sat down in the chair opposite of Blaine, who nodded at his story.

A silence fell between the two of them and Blaine swallowed, unsure of what to say.

“My name is Kurt, by the way.” Kurt said, and Blaine was glad he could finally put a name to the face sitting in front of him. Kurt offered Blaine his hand to shake. Blaine reached forward and shook it, glancing down at his wrist.

“No TiMER?” He pointed out, raising an eyebrow.

“I never got around to getting one. They never really interested me. Plus, I'm pretty sure it might clash with a few outfits...” Kurt said, furrowing his eyebrows. Blaine laughed.

“I had the same idea. Well, minus the outfit clashing. As you can tell by my outfit, I didn't really try that hard this morning.” He said, glancing down at his simple white v-neck and cardigan with jeans outfit. He just didn't think it was that important to dress up to go down to Starbucks.

“I assure you that you look completely fine.” Kurt smiled and took another sip of his coffee. Just then, Blaine's phone buzzed. He pulled it out and sighed at the name he saw on the screen, which part of the text under it. Why did Sebastian always seem to just know? He opened the rest of the text.

How's the studying going? If you're getting any done at all. ;) You should think about coming home soon. I miss you.

Blaine shoved his phone back into his pocket and glanced up as Kurt nudged a piece of paper with 10 digits written on it. His eyebrows shot up as he took the number.

“I have to go. But I'll be sure to text you later. It was really nice to officially meet you, Kurt.” Blaine said, standing up and reaching for his bag.

“You too. Hopefully we see each other around.” Kurt said with a smile. Blaine nodded and left the building, his hand subconsciously rubbing his wrist. What if Sebastian just wasn't his one...

No, Blaine, stop it...