A Love That Lasts

Chapter2

Blaine felt like he was going to die. It just figured that on the day that he was supposed to perform in the Veteran's Day ceremony (for the President no less) he ended up sick. It all started from the moment he woke up that day. His head was pounding, his nose was stuffy, his ears hurt, and he didn't have a voice. Blaine was no stranger to sinus infections, and they always progressed in the same way which meant there was no way in the world he would be able to sing.

"I'm sick," Blaine said to Wes that morning at breakfast. With every word he spoke, he felt even hoarser and talking seriously hurt his throat. "There is no way I can perform today."

"You sound awful," Wes said, a concerned look on his face. "But you're the soloist, what are we going to do?"

"I can sing it."

They both turned to see that it was Sebastian Smythe who had spoken. If Blaine was telling the truth he really didn't care for Sebastian at all. A few months ago Sebastian had transferred to Dalton and joined the Warblers, and ever since he was adept at making a nuisance of himself. Sebastian was always giving advice for the set lists, begged for solos and to Blaine's disgust was always asking him for a date. To be honest Sebastian was very arrogant condescending; two traits Blaine felt were very unattractive.

"Really?" Blaine asked, glancing at Sebastian in annoyance.

"Would I lie to you?" Sebastian asked, smirking at Blaine.

Blaine felt suddenly uncomfortable and looked at Wes who nodded. "The council will have to agree, but I think they will. Congratulations Sebastian."

With that Wes stood and left the two other boys alone. Blaine didn't look at the other boy and subconsciously rubbed the spot on his hand where Kurt Hummel was written.

"Too bad you can't be there Blaine," Sebastian said in mock sympathy. "I hear that Kurt Hummel is super hot in person."

Blaine gasped. It was no secret to those at Dalton that Blaine had a bit of a crush on the 'First Son', but for some reason Sebastian's statement still surprised him. Absolutely nobody knew whose name was written on Blaine's hand he knew that for absolute sure. And the thought of Sebastian trying to pursue his soul mate made a part of Blaine want to last out and beat him to a pulp. He was so incredibly jealous that he didn't get to sing for Kurt after all, but he couldn't let Sebastian know that.

"Since when have you been interested in Kurt Hummel?" Blaine asked, trying to keep the annoyance out of his voice.

"He's the gay, hot, son of the President," Sebastian said rolling his eyes. "Why wouldn't I want to meet him?"

"So you just want your fifteen minutes of fame?" Blaine replied angrily.

"Try to keep the bitterness out of your voice Blaine," Sebastian teased. "It's not like you are his soul mate or something."

"I'm not bitter," Blaine protested his voice hardly understandable.

"Of course you're not," Sebastian said. "And get some lozenges or something, you sound like a frog."

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A few hours later a medicated Blaine was sitting in the hall where the Veteran's Day assembly was going to take place. The people were starting to trickle in and the Warblers were already doing their sound check. The president had arrived and was greeting various people, while Kurt Hummel sat in his seat waiting for the event to start. To Blaine it felt completely surreal and amazing be sitting in the same room as his soul mate, yet at the same time it was absolutely torture.

Blaine wanted nothing more than to rush forward, pull Kurt into his arms and kiss him senseless, but unfortunately there was hundreds of people and a dozen secret service agents in his way. Kurt looked immaculately fashionable as always with what Blaine thought was a Marc Jacobs jacket over skinny jeans that were so tight it was a wonder the man could wear them at all. Kurt looked bored and kept glancing at the clock. If only Kurt would look at him, if only he would notice him and make eye contact. But of course he never did.

Suddenly someone was at the podium and Kurt was joined by his father. The person speaking talked about the importance of Veteran's Day and waxed poetically on its virtues as a holiday.

"And now we would like to welcome a performance from D.C.'s own Dalton Academy Warblers,"

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Kurt couldn't deny it any longer; he was completely bored out of his brain. Despite the large number of events he attended with his father, Kurt really wasn't that patient. These sort of things always tended to drag and the speaker was always oblivious to the fact that half the audience was falling asleep. The only highlight of the entire thing was when the choir started to perform.

Ever since his father mentioned the Warblers, Kurt couldn't deny being interested in seeing how another show choir operated. And an a capella boys choir was something that was so different from his own New Directions, that he found their whole performance very interesting. They sang patriotic songs of course, but the arrangement was simply a breath of fresh air to Kurt. Though he still didn't want to go to Dalton, he could definitely appreciate their performance.

The lead singer was cute enough and seemed to carry an air of confidence, and while he had a good voice, Kurt had heard better from the New Directions. And it seemed like the Warblers had a one soloist focus which felt too much like the Rachel show he was used to that it slightly annoyed him. When at last the performance was over and everyone started to clap, Kurt finally looked out over the audience. He gasped.

Staring right back at him was a pair of the most beautiful hazel eyes he had ever seen. He couldn't see the person who owned those eyes because the crowd was too thick, but Kurt could've sworn he felt his heart stop. It was as if those eyes were staring straight into his soul, and for some reason Kurt couldn't bear to look away. It felt like hours that he sat there staring into those gorgeous warm eyes, but he knew it was only a matter of seconds.

"Kurt?"

Kurt blinked and with reluctance looked away and at his father who had spoken.

"I need you to head backstage because we are leaving as soon as my speech is over, and secret service feels it is best if you wait back there," Burt said standing up.

Kurt looked out at the audience again and was disappointed when he didn't see those eyes again. Was he imagining it? He stood and followed his father backstage where he stood with a few secret service agents waiting for his dad's speech.

There were still quite a few of the Warblers were still finishing up backstage. Many of them stared at him and started whispering together when they recognized who he was. Kurt figured that nobody would be daring enough to speak with him, but he was wrong.

"Kurt Hummel," a young man said walking towards him. "It is so nice to see you in person."

The secret service agent stopped the teen and briefly patted him down, before saying to the other agent. "He's clean."

"Nice to meet you," Kurt said, smiling. He finally recognized the boy as being the lead singer of the Warblers, not the person with those gorgeous hazel eyes.

"It must suck for you to have to bring them everywhere you go," the Warbler said, pointing to the two agents.

"You have no idea," Kurt replied, grinning. "It is so nice to talk to someone my own age."

"I bet it is," the guy joked. He then looked down, and grasped at the glove he wore, before looking up at Kurt again. "I have a confession to make."

Kurt watched confused as he watched the teen pull off the glove on his hand and showed him the name written there.

Kurt Hummel

Kurt's eyes widened in shock, and for one of the very few times in his life he was absolutely speechless.

"Blaine," he gasped.

The Warbler's mouth twitched curiously and he paused for a second before holding out his hand. "Blaine Anderson, it's nice to finally meet you."