"Today is the day," Santana says, reaching across the table to where Blaine's hands rest around a coffee mug. She touches his wrist lightly, and he instinctively pulls it away. "Are you ready?"

Blaine shakes his head. "No. But I don't think I'll ever be more ready than this." He looks down at his wrist, where the countdown is ticking away the seconds. 0:0:0:02:26:07.

06.

05.

"Four hours, thirty-nine minutes and forty-eight seconds until I meet them," Santana says, "I suppose I'll be at work then."

"Two hours, twenty-five minutes and fifty-nine seconds," He drains his coffee mug. "Well shit, that's when I'm meant to be having my job interview."

"You never know what will happen between now and then, so don't stress about the mechanics. Just go about your day as usual. You can't force your future."

Blaine sighs. "You're right, 'Tana. I hate it when that happens." Santana laughs as she picks up the empty mugs and carries them to the kitchen.

"Love you too, Blaine!" she calls, as she begins to get herself ready to leave for the day. Blaine goes about his own business, packing his bag for the day. Phone, check. Keys, check. Wallet, check. Portfolio, check. He still had two hours to kill before he would have to leave for his interview.

Eventually he gets sick of waiting and picks up his things, ready to head to the office at Mode D'Etoiles, ace his interview, meet his soulmate and ride off into the sunset. The numbers will have faded from his wrist by the time he wakes up tomorrow; he will know whom the person is that the universe wants him to spend his life with. Of course, it's just a countdown to the moment they meet; some people lose their soulmate only moments later. Some people ignore their countdown altogether and are already married with children by the time they meet their destiny. But Blaine, he had spent his whole life waiting for that special moment when he would know exactly whom the countdown was driving him to. He knew that whoever they were, they must be perfect. That he must never let go of them, no matter the scenario.

He enters the lobby a few minutes early for his interview and checks in at reception, where he waits patiently for the receptionist to call the boss and remind her of the appointment. He glances at his wrist- 0:0:0:0:02:24. Two minutes. It wasn't her.

So my soulmate- she's the head of the company? Blaine asks himself. "Ms Fabray's PA will be down to meet you in a moment," The receptionist says, "go wait by the elevators." She points to the back of the lobby, and Blaine walks over. Nothing happens. The minute drags on. A young brunette girl steps out of one elevator and stops when she sees Blaine.

"Anderson?" she asks. Blaine checks his wrist- 0:0:0:0:01:17. Not her, either, then.

"Yes?"

"Ms Fabray is on the fifth floor. She just sent me out to get her coffee- one of the others will show you to her office. Sorry." Blaine gives her a reassuring half smile. The girl presses the button for him. "Fifth floor. Can I get you anything, while I'm at it?" he shakes his head, and the girl clicks off again in her heels. 0:0:0:0:01:05.

He waits for what feels like an eternity, for what must be the slowest elevator in the world. The bell finally dings, alerting him of the elevator's arrival. People flood out of it, and Blaine figures that explained it- people were getting on at every floor. He steps inside- 0:0:0:0:0:04. He presses the button for the fifth floor, and a rack of clothes on hangers is pushed inside with him. The doors slide shut. 0:0:0:0:0:0.

"Going to the fifth floor too?" a young man steps around the clothes rack. Blaine looks from his wrist to the man- there isn't anyone else in the elevator. The man looks at Blaine for a moment with the most brilliantly blue eyes he has ever seen, and then to his own wrist. "Oh," the man says softly, "Hello."

"Hi," Blaine replies. There was no doubt that this man was whom Blaine thought. And he couldn't deny that he was the most beautiful man he had ever seen.