"Hey," Kurt looked up from the ground. He leant against a brick wall at the parking lot and saw a boy in front of him. Kurt glanced at his short frame, noticing the black polo shirt and red pants; rolled up at the seam and showing off the boy's ankles. His dark hair was gelled down and accentuated the boy's funny triangular eyebrows and strong jaw; dusted lightly with shaven facial hair.

He had a nervous smile on his face.

Instead of greeting the boy back he whipped out a pack of cigarettes from his tight fitting jeans. The guy eyed the cigarettes carefully. Kurt was about to light one when the boy continued talking, "You shouldn't smoke."

Kurt sighed. Instead of telling the guy to fuck off, he put the cigarette back in it's pack and shoved it in his back pocket.

"I think, I remember you," Kurt noted. He tried to play cool and stroked lazy through his multicolored hair. "You are one of those private school dapper pants guys. Where is your uniform?"

The boy stepped closer a few steps. He tried to hide his shy smile when he spoke," Well, I don't need the uniform anymore. I transferred."

"Where?" Asked Kurt, wary.

"Here? McKinley?" The light smile slipped from the boy's face.

Kurt laughed, "Why would you do that?"

The dark haired boy bit his lip and blushed. Actually blushed! "To be with you?"

Kurt scrampled from the floor and frowned at the guy. Now that he stood he noticed he had several inches on the guy. "What?"

The boy stepped closer again and tried to take Kurt's hand in his but gave up fast at Kurt's confused and angry face.

"Y-You are my soulmate, so I followed you here!" He added to his words a forced, charming smile.

"Fuck off!" Kurt snarled, he lifted his bag from the floor and turned to leave. "Fucking prank, fucking stalker," he mumbled on his way to the school building.

"Wait!" The guy said and followed Kurt. "My name is Blaine. We saw each other at the Lima Bean. We are soulmates! You must have felt it too when we saw each other."

"No," Kurt spit his answer out. "And I don't remember seeing you but just your sort."

"You must! We saw each other and then you was gone. I asked your friend about you-"

"I don't have friends." Kurt returned.

"That girl with the pink hair? She told me where you go to school and-"

"Please, stop talking." He groaned and huffed a breath when he entered the hallway filled with students. "I don't have any memory of you. You blue blazer penguins look all the same to me..."

Truth was he remembered. He fucking remembered the moment when he learned how fucked up his damn life is because he was a fucking weak and useless sub, chained for life to some dapper school boy with too much hair gel, and too much top 40 music, and maybe never even leaving Ohio. He saw his life dominated by a guy who would most likely wear tighty whities and leave Kurt at home to lead a boring life. No, not lead but being lead by a boring boy and his ordinary lifestyle.

Kurt entered two weeks prior the Lima Bean with Quinn and went straight to the counter to get some decent coffee when he heard a loud, charming laugh. He was stressed because his dad gave him an ultimatum, work half the week at his auto shop or no money anymore. No money meant nothing to smoke and Kurt could not go through the day without tabacco and caffeine. He was bitching with Quinn about it when he glanced to the loud table occupied by some of the Dalton students.

Right in the middle of them was a boy, Blaine like the boy told him earlier. He was smiling bright and teased some of his friends when he looked up and his eyes met Kurt's.

Shit. Kurt felt many things in the moment they catched each other's eyes. First, his chest must have exploded, then he felt a pull he never felt before. A pullnot to compare like with any of his other crushes before and then the worst, his knees became weak. And he knew immediately what it was. He just met his stupid soulmate who looked good even in such a tacky uniform. And please no, Kurtwas a sub and he was weak and he swore to himself never to be weak and to be what he wants to be and...

Shit no! The guy left his friends to come over, Kurt could see it in his eyes; the nerves and excitement and even if they were seperated by tables, chairs and several foot it already felt like as if the guy had him in his tight grip.

The barista asked Quinn and him for their order. Without answering he touched the wood counter to ground himself, he breathed in and then fast like lightning bailed out of the building, leaving Quinn and his destiny boy behind.

That was almost 2 weeks ago.

Quinn bitch glared at him every time they saw each other. They didn't talk but he knew everything would be normal soon since she always found him to steal a smoke from him.

Kurt went to his locker. He was sure there was almost nothing in since Figgins just let it investigate a few days back. And sure the only things he found was a pencil, some math book he was sure was from last year and a ripped in 2 parts notebook. His hairspray and his chewing gum was confiscated. ("I too watched Macgyver yesterday, Mr. Hummel. I am aware that a troublemaker like yourself is able to build a bomb. This school don't tolerate terrorists!" Principle Figgins declared in his Indian accent and let his secretary destroy the danger. She put both items in her bag after Figgins retreated into his office. No woman would throw away a can of 40 dollar hairspray.)

Blaine stayed at Kurt's side on his way through the hallway. His presence made the students around them look up from their stupor of early Monday to look at the odd pair. He fully ignored Kurt's pleas of leaving him alone and continued their chat. "I want to know more about you. I know, it feels like we already know each other but really we should know more about each other than just feel. What music is your thing? Do you always wear clothes like these? Why the piercings? Do you have any scars? I have a really ugly one because my brother pushed me off the roof once when I was a kid-"

"Shut up," cried Kurt. He had the pencil and one half of the notebook with him now and just walked down the hallway ditching students on his way.

"But we should really know these things about each other." Blaine tried to encourage. "I mean, we are so lucky that we found us so early-"

Kurt just walked faster but Blaine got a hold of his shoulder."Stop running away." Kurt froze for a moment on his place. It was not like he magically stopped but he felt the need to obey Blaine. He looked unsure up to Blaine's shiny, hazel eyes and saw the relieved happiness in them. He fast turned around and ran away from the spot and finally got away from the Dom.

He ran into a classroom and glanced up at the class. "Where am I?" He breathed.

The old teacher looked up from her attendance list and eyed Kurt with disdain. "You, Mr Hummel are in your chemistry class. But I can understand your confusion since you never show up. Sit down and learn something or go skip and ruin your life anyway like you prefer."

Still too shoken from Blaine's... just Blaine he sat down at the only vacated table.

He ignored the teacher and decided to distract himself with some doodles. A few minutes later the door opened and to Kurt's bad luck Blaine entered. He walked up to the teacher, shoke hands with her and said a cheerfull "Hi!" to the class while ignoring Kurt's presence. The teacher was smitten by Blaine's charm the second she laid eyes on him and looked over the students to find a lab partner for him. The only free table was Kurt's. Blaine was about to sit next to Kurt when the teacher halted him.

"Wait. I am sure some of the other groups would agree to work with you. A three men group is still okay, I think."

Blaine lifted his funny eyebrows and glanced over at Kurt in question. "What's with him? He is alone...-"

"Oh, don't pay attention to him. He's lost, next class he won't show up anyway and you'd be alone. It's better to group you with someone reliable. Ms Berry I think-"

"He will show up next class," said Blaine. Instead of looking at the teacher he looked directly at Kurt, still grinning brightly. It sounded normal but the twinkle in Blaine's eyes told him it was a command. He lightly shivered, gathering goosebumps on his pale skin with Blaine's eyes on him.

"But I still think it would be better no to-" But Blaine ignored her and approached Kurt's table and sat down next to him. Blaine felt so close, unable to avert Blaine next to him he noticed the boy sat closer than necessary and the thought made Kurt innerly heat up.

The teacher continues her lesson, sometimes throwing impatient glances at Kurt.

Kurt tried to ignore everything. The students around him, the stupid teacher and her stupid lesson and especially Blaine. He went back to doodle in his notebook half, both hands on the table. With the right he scribbled while his left hand tapped a quiete upbeat rythm on the table top.

A hand closed over the left and he tensed at the touch. He didn't look up but of course he knew it was Blaine. He wanted to make a scene, he wanted to do anything BUT melt and submit to the touch but that's exactly what happened when Blaine carefully laced their hands together and Kurt felt like he could feel his Dom's- Blaine's pulse under his finger; excited but caring and protecting.

Class continued. No one said a thing to them. The teacher never looked up from her book while explaining something about organic chemistry. And Blaine never loosened his hold; trapping Kurt's hand beneath his own. Kurt tried to compose himself with ignoring the hand and finger prison and continued his doodles half heartly.

He could feel Blaine's eyes on him. He knew he couldn't escape Blaine. Or better, his destiny of being a weak stay at home sub. Except, he could bail and vanish somewhere Blaine wouldn't find him. He should transfer to another school, maybe change his name, he must ask Quinn what she told Blaine to prevent any further run-ins. God, maybe his father would be willing to move to another state?

The class finished but Blaine didn't let go.

When earlier this morning everyone stared at them they were now ignored. Even by the stupid teacher who skipped as the first one out of the classroom to have a small break in the teacher lounge.

Within a minute they were alone.

Feeling shy, Kurt looked over at Blaine who was already observing Kurt. Blaine cracked a cheeky smirk when their eyes met.

"Where do you live?" Blaine asked.

"Why? Quinn didn't told you already?" Kurt tried to be bitchy but felt his come back was a lame attempt.

"Actually, I need to talk to your family with living together and all."

Kurt's eyes became wide as saucers, "Are you crazy?"

"No? Kurt. We are soulmates. We are not supposed to be seperated for long after we connect."

Kurt snapped his hand back and held it to his chest. "We. Are. Not. Soulmates. And we are not connected and you will never know where I live or God damn... just fuck off! Live with your own family!"

Blaine stayed calm. "Would be difficult with my family's residence being in California." He was still all smile and charming. "Right now, I live in a hotel. I couldn't stay in the Dalton dorms without being an enrolled student anymore."

Kurt looked at Blaine like he lost his mind. He must have lost his mind, Kurt thought. "Have you lost your mind?" He asked Blaine because that guy must have lost his mind!

Blaine laughed out loud. "Just my heart."