A/N: Thanks everyone for your nice words. It will be explained soon why it's important for soulmates to be together. I know it looks a bit fast with moving in after 10 exchanged words but that's my headcanon for soulmates. Dear OP, your words are really nice. The nicest anyone ever said about my writing. To be honest, I rewrote this part about 20 times to not let your high expectations down. I tend to lose sense while my writing processes. That's why sorry for the delay.

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Kurt can't really remember how they seperated after chemistry but he was sure running away again was involved.

He skipped the rest of his classes to bathe in the shadows of the bleachers. The old, worn couch under them stayed sheltered and dry since it's appearance a few years ago. It was a welcomed furniture for the skanks and him to hang out on when they skipped classes or were in need of privacy for a fast fuck.

"Look who we have here. All alone?" Droned a voice too sweet to be genuine over him.

Kurt opened one tired eye to glance at Quinn today with her own cigarettes it seemed. "Why didn't you tell me that you spoke to him?" He grumbled and turned his back to her standing form.

"I thought the surprise would be revenge enough for leaving me there," she grinned. "Scoot over." She knocked his hip away and laid opposite him on the couch. "Nice weather," she commented after inhaling deep and long the sweet smoke. Quinn breathed it out through her nose and felt the quiet, consciuos burn on the sensitive nasal mucosa.

Kurt watched her with a disgusted face. "I hate it when you do that."

"What? Revenge?" The pink haired girl snickered with the butt between her lips.

"That too. But I meant that nose smoking thing you always do looks so gross. You look like a crazy bull with your nose ring and the smoke coming out your nostrils."

Quinn mooed loud!

She looked at him provocative with a raised eyebrow and made them chuckle. Both falling deeper on the comfy couch.

"So, your soulmate?" She began. "Huh... Slutty Kurt and the cement head are soulmates."

"'Can it! We are not soulmates and I don't know what's wrong in his head to think that." Kurt howled. He kicked her in the side for even mentioning him but she kicked instantly back and hit his nuts to Kurt's misfortune. He turned around and curled in himself and cried out loud, "Ow Ow Ow... That hurts, you bitch!"

She continued smoking without any remorse for hurting her friend and watched relaxed the disgusting underside of the bleachers above them. Kurt still fought for a few minutes the tears and pain back of being kicked where it hurts a man the most. When the pain subdued and he could settle back in a normal position they stayed quiet; Quinn smoking, Kurt mentally cursing.

Kurt blankly looked at Quinn and Quinn stared somewhere else. There was a breeze of wind that smelled like the parking lot next to the football field. They could hear some shouts and laughter from teenagers around them on the school grounds.

Kurt remembered the time when Quinn was popular, a cheerleader and wanted by every guy in school. He remembered when she became pregnant and thought Puck must be her soulmate. The whole school knew he was a player except for her; stupidly in love and blind. They said she found him in bed with one of her best friends.

She was gone after that. No one could find her for days. Her parents abandoned her when they learned she disgraced their family by bearing a bastard. The only people who looked for her were Puck who was more interested in the baby, and a cheerleader and her cat ('LOST! Pleas finde Queen fAb Reyh' The flyer said.)

When Quinn came back to school, she was babyless. She became a skank in punk dress, stank of cigarettes, her pink hair catched everyone's eye, apparently an easy lay (except for Puck). Gone. Gone was the pious girl, her high reputations, the good grades and her long, blond angel locks.

Strange was that Kurt couldn't remember how they sort of became friends. One day she sat next to him and the next and and next and next. And when he noticed they kind of were unseperable he knew they were kinda friends.
Kurt couldn't remember when he became a waste of time for teachers, or when his father began to fight with him because of his behaviour, when people began to avert him. He saw in the mirror and watched his own face. The eyebrow piercing, nose stud, monroe and tongue piercing and all the steal in the ears, the tattoo (his father didn't know about that one - yay!) were normal for him. He felt like that's what he always was.

Nothing left from her leaf cigarette, she flicked it off and stood up. Quinn waved goodbye while making her exit and called out a last time, "You can't run away from your fate you idiot."

He threw an arm over his forehead and watched her backside become smaller with the distance. "We will see," he mumbled to himself.

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Kurt decided to work at his dad's shop today. He really needed the money. He had only enough left for a pack cigarettes but also needed new directions. The hair dye. Not the stupid Glee club. His turquoise and flamingo pink was almost empty. And he refused to leave the house with color washed out hair like those street punks that drank from beer bottles no one was sure of if they were filled with beer or their piss.

Like everyday after school, he first drove to the Lima Bean for decent coffee. When he stood in the queue he noticed some boys in blue blazers and red piping. Dalton Academy students. With his coffee in hand he carefully approached the group of boys.

"Hello," he said delicatly.

The boys looked up, some with interest, some not.

"Can I ask you guys some questions?" They nodded. "Do you maybe know a 'Blaine'?"

"Like in Blaine Anderson?" Someone complied.

"I don't know his last name but he was at your school."

Now their eyes were on him. "Are you that punk soulmate dude he said he met?" A guy with blond hair asked way too excited.

"It's your fault we lost our lead singer!" A black (good looking!) guy pointed at him.

Kurt ignored the blond and turned to the other guy. "Lead singer?"

"We are all from our Glee club. We are the Dalton Academy's Warblers," he announced proudly.

Kurt thought, I give a shit about your birds club. "He sings?" Kurt groaned loudly. "Please no."

"Sadly, yes." A voice behind him chuckled.

Kurt glanced back and met again Blaine. He groaned and stepped back while Blaine's friends greeted him cheerfully.

"And there is my stalker." Kurt sighed and went to the exit but Blaine was fast enough and stopped him in time.

"Where are you going?"

The question felt like a demand and Kurt had the urge to answer him. "To my father's auto shop. 'need to work." He shut his mouth and silently cursed for giving Blaine so much information about himself.

Blaine just grinned bright with white teeth and... what the fuck, were those dimples? Had men dimples? Kurt thought about humans in general he knew with dimples but the only face he had in mind was stupid Shirley Temple.

Blaine took his hand and continued his show of happiness by giving Kurt's fingers a little squeeze. "See you soon," Blaine said and shit, why was Kurt reminded of a puppy waiting for you to come home?

He withdrew his hand and averted the Dom's eyes. "Hope not," he mumbled.

Blaine's face fell. "Don't say that."

The Dom's disappointment was clear on his face and voice, and Kurt felt the need to run away again because something twitched uncomfortable in his body. He couldn't even say where it twitched; not or if the heart, or stomach or even his shoulders. Making Blaine sound so small made Kurt feel even tinier.

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After only working 2 hours his father send him home early.

"Y'kay, kid?" He asked earlier. Kurt nodded as answer. "So it's part of work to stare at the car without doing anything productive?" Burt teased his son.

Kurt flushed and got back to work but only for ten minutes before he began to stare at nothing again.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

"Something happened at school?" His father explored. "Did you try to kill the student body with hairspray and gum again?"

"No," the skank sighed.

"Boy problems?"

"Dad!"

His father shrugged. "I can't help you if ya never talk to your ol' man."

Kurt thought about Blaine and Blaine and Blaine but he couldn't tell his father. He couldn't tell his father that he was a sub... he just couldn't! He wasn't a little kid anymore that cried when the princess didn't get their prince, or Bambi's mom died or when he fell and hurt his knee. He liked being indepedent and his own person. He liked making decisions. He didn't want to lean on anyone.

He had to lie. "Quinn kicked me in the nuts."

"Ouch!" Burt patted his son's back. "Still hurts?"

Kurt shook his head.

Burt disappeared to work on something else and Kurt tried to concentrate on the car in front of him.

"Hey Kurt?" One of his dad's men shouted from the other side of the garage. Kurt didn't know that guy really well. He only worked here for a few months and Kurt felt wary about him.

"Yeah?"

The man came over and leaned against the car Kurt tried to work on. "I have a question."

"Shoot," Kurt vanished behind the hood to look at something leaking.

"Y'gay?"

"Yes." Kurt sighed but tensed at the direct question. "Problem with that?"

The guy, Ted was his name didn't answer but looked Kurt up and down.

"How d'you know you're gay?"

Kurt dully laughed. With a short glance over his shoulder he saw his father occupied with a costumer.

He used this chance to creep the new guy out. Kurt cleared his throat before answering. "Because I like to fuck guys. Big cocks and little assholes, hard muscles, edges instead of curves, chest hair or a happy trail? Super hot. Total turn on." He moaned while stroking over his exposed neck.

He searched for Ted's eyes but the guy looked away; clearly uncomfortable. "How can y' be sure? You haven't found y' soulmate yet, right? Like, a friend of a friend of my wife's aunt- not really aunt but the cousin of her mother, he thought he was gay. He met his soulmate and it was a woman. Can you believe it? What will y' do if y' meet y' soulmate and it's a chick?"

"Then it won't be his soulmate." Burt came up and clapped on Ted's shoulder. "Back to work with you." He gently shoved Ted in the other direction of the garage to go back to work.

Father and son only nodded at each other in understanding.

Burt accepted his son's sexuality. When they fought, it was when Kurt came home with a new piercing (Burt always noticed!) or when the school called, the only time they didn't fought about school was when Figgins called because apparently Kurt was a terrorist and even Burt understood how ridiculous that would be.

Back at home, Kurt laid on his bed and stared at the bit money he made the day. He asked Burt to pay him after work for the days he came in. His father would have preferred to give him the money once a month but Kurt was the kind of person that couldn't save money. If Burt would pay his son once a month nothing would be left the day after payday.

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The next day Kurt could go through his day without running into Blaine until lunch time. He sat on the couch under the bleachers again when Quinn approached him. She had a lollipop in her mouth and smirked down at him.

He searched her face, "What's so funny?"

"There is a surprise for you." She answered.

He took her lolly away and stuck it in his mouth. "Urgs cherry. Wait. Open your mouth."

She opened up and Kurt searched for stains from the lollipop on her tongue. When everything was normal and he could suck in peace the candy he asked her, "What surprise?" Visibly not showing much interest.

She leaned over Kurt and braced her arms on the cushions. "I don't really know. Let's find out," she stage whispered.

Kurt knew it would have something to do with Blaine. He saw that twinkle in Quinn's eyes that promised she knew what would happen but did not tell. Still, he agreed to tag along with a heavy huff.

Quinn slid a hand to Kurt's back pocket and stealed a cigarette. He gave her fire and with hooked arms they made their way to the schoolyard.

From afar Kurt could see Rachel Berry standing on a lunch table searching over the heads of students.

Her eyes lit up when she spotted Kurt and screeched loud, "HE IS HERE!" She clapped in her hands in excitement while some asian guy helped her down.

"Crap no," Kurt cursed. If the Glee club was involved he had an idea what would happen next...

Music began to play loud overhead them all and a second later Blaine appeared on the stone stairs, swinging his body to the music. His face was alight with fun and laughter while swirling some cheerio over the place.

Blaine began to sing, "It's not unusual to be loved by anyone. It's not unusual to have fun with anyone-"

"Is he serious?!" Kurt's eyes widened in shock. Why would Blaine do this? Why would Blaine work with the Glee losers. God no! He was a Glee loser! That guy would hang out with Rachel - TOO LOUD - Berry and consortium!

Never! NEVER. N.E.V.E.R. would Kurt let Blaine close to him again. He would more likely kiss Jacob Ben Israel than let Blaine anywhere near him. No touches. No looking for a glimpse of him in the hallways, no chemistry class or other classes they may have together.

He hated the Glee club for their forced happiness, for being such a 'family', for the incestuous dating habbits even Kurt knew of. For supporting pigs like Puck after he has lost his unborn child to a "freaky skank's antics" (to quote one of the girls in that club).

Just no.

In the second Blaine's eyes found Kurt's head between the other students Kurt turned on the spot and left the scene as fast as his feet allowed.

Quinn glanced back at Blaine. She could see the hurt expression, still he continued his performance; wooing the girls around him and making boyfriends jealous.

The rest of the school hours went by without any run-ins with Blaine, Quinn didn't comment on Blaine's surprise for him and he didn't ask her what she knew about Blaine singing for him.

After school he went to get his coffee and stayed long at a back corner table by himself to think about Blaine. Blaine who had a really nice voice. Blaine who sang for him in front of their whole school. Blaine who was friends with the group Kurt hated the most next to the jocks and everyone else. Blaine who only needed to smile and Kurt felt his heart speed up. Blaine whose touch made Kurt's insides rip apart with desire and submission.

Sigh. Blaine.

After coffee he went to shop. Some directions at Sally's Beauty Supply, more smokes (Ooh! A pack of Pink Elephant for Quinn!) and some clothes.

Kurt knew his cherry red Doc Martens would arrive any day now and he really needed some accessories to go with them. He didn't want anything silver. Black, gray or white jeans would go with them but he wanted a new waistcoat in a rusty color or maybe a burgundy scarf or hat. He really hoped to find some brass necklaces or red tiger stone ear plugs. Everything should shout autumn but still mix well with his dark clothes and his piercings and NOT clash with his hair.

It was difficult not to dress too flamboyant but still stylish, not scene but more like himself. He wanted a bit chick, a bit punk, a bit season. Those three combined felt like Kurt.

Finished with his shopping trip he drove to work to be met with a quiet auto shop.

"Hello? Dad? Where is everyone?" He called out when he walked between the open cars.

There were some noises from the back of the garage and a minute later Burt appeared from his office looking grim. "'Send them away for an hour."

"Why-" The question stuck in his throat when after Burt Blaine came out the office. "What are you doing here? Stop stalking me!" Kurt hissed; sudden anger overwhelming him. "DAD! What's going on? What is this guy doing here?"

Burt eyed his son. "He came in to get his car checked. Then we had a bit of smalltalk about soulmates. He told me how he recently found his partner and how his partner always bails from him. I told him my wife was the same-"

Kurt was furios, "Really, Blaine? Any more obvious? You know my father had an auto shop. And it's no secret that this is the only auto shop in Lima!"

"-When I noticed my deceased wife and HIS soulmate had some things in common I knew something was foul." Burt continued like Kurt's shrieking voice didn't cut him off. "I told you how your mom was a really head strong sub and even if it's supposed to be love at first sight with your soulmate we had our differences at the beginning..."

He sighed and continued, "I pushed and pushed until the little guy here gave in and told me what's going on. That MY son found his soulmate, that MY son is his sub and he is my son's Dom, that MY son is avoiding him, running away, and suppressing his instincts. Kurt! God! You'll get sick if you continue running from your nature!" His father carried on. "So I gave my men a break to talk to your partner, to get to know him because apparently you didn't."

"Dad stop!"

"I won't stop. Kurt. It's dangerous what you're doing and it's right what Blaine did. It's right that he searched for you and found you because you need him." Burt wildly gestured with his hands between the two boys while talking but his son interrupted again.

Kurt had tears in his eyes when he screamed, "I DON'T NEED HIM DAD! I DON'T WANT HIM! I AM NOT SOME WEAK SUB."

"Stop shouting," ordered Blaine. Kurt's mouth shut immediately.

Burt laughed at the scene in front of him. "Buddy. I came along with your weird hair, managed the fact somehow that my teenage son is a smoker, pierced God knows where. I will always find a way to at least get you through life but abandoning your soulmate, especially as a sub will make you sick and I can't help you with that."

"First of, you are doing great without mom. Second, didn't you hear me? He is not my soulmate. I am not a sub! Shit, why can't you get that in your head? He is making it up."

The mechanic watched his son with an easy smile. "From what I saw a minute ago... how he got you to shup up with one little command I don't believe he is the one lying, kid."

He wanted to leave and was about to storm off but Blaine implied, "Please don't leave."

And so he didn't.

"What do you want?" Kurt inquired with a pout.

Blaine smiled and answered with a heavy breath, "Just you."