Blaine Anderson is many things. He is confident in his ability to charm the pants off of any man, woman, or child, he is happy with where his music career is going, and he is very lonely. He knew that he could easily use his newfound fame to find the Kurt Hummel on his wrist, but after the harsh reaction his parents had after he showed them the boy's name, he didn't want his career to be jeopardized by more closed-minded people. He was not ashamed of his sexual orientation, but he was not ready to have the whole world jump down his throat about it. It's better if no one knows yet, he often told himself.

Blaine had given up dating. The boys he dated in high school were too bland for his taste. The connection he longed for was never there. He wasn't in college long before he got his break, so he didn't get a chance to have a relationship. The few coffee dates he went on were full of forced smiles and sincere apologies for not wanting a second go at it. Fame, in the somewhat small dose he had of it, was intimidating already. He was both grateful and terrified of his fans.

The first time he heard his song on the radio, Blaine was ecstatic. The first time he had people singing along with the lyrics at a show, he was beaming. The first time someone launched herself at him, tearing at his clothes and attempting to get any souvenir off of him that she could, he was both baffled and petrified. Yes, fame was going to take some serious getting used to, but as long as it allowed him to do what he loved every single day, he wasn't going to complain.

•••

Kurt Hummel had exhausted his resources. He had watched every interview he could possibly find, scrolled through the archives of every Tumblr blog dedicated to the man of interest, and he had spent hours upon hours searching pictures, trying his hardest to catch the name on his wrist. With no avail, this is how Kurt found himself staring at his computer screen once more. With one final click, the screen shared a message that made his heart clench in anticipation, and his stomach drop with anxiety.

Thank you for purchasing your ticket to see Blaine Anderson at the Bowery Ballroom for Saturday, April 12, 2014.

This is it. In a little less than three weeks, Kurt will being seeing Blaine in the flesh, and hopefully, get the information he has been seeking non-stop since he heard the beautiful voice. With an anxious smile, Kurt closed his laptop, and for the first time in a while, went to bed feeling excited, rather than frustrated.

•••

Kurt was panicking. How could he have been so stupid? Seeing Blaine was not something he was ready for yet. Kurt took a deep breath, attempting to calm his frayed nerves and took a spot at the bar near the back and sat down. No way was he wrestling the stupid little girls that would be squealing and shouting in his ear. Seeing him in the same room would be good enough…for now.

Kurt's anxiety only elevated as the time before the show passed. It's not like Blaine would know his name or anything, but knowing that he could possibly be seeing his soul mate in the flesh for the first time was nerve-wracking, to say the least. He drummed his fingernails down on the counter as he waited, his eyes constantly following the movement on stage. Only after what seemed like forever, did someone come out on stage. Kurt held his breath as the singer turned, his guitar swinging into place in his arms. Kurt's nerves shot even higher when he realized that the man preparing to serenade the crowd was definitely not Blaine Anderson.

"I'd like to thank you all for coming out. My name is Noah Elliott and I'll be singing a few songs for you guys. I hope you enjoy" The not-Blaine said. Kurt ground his teeth as his fingers clenched against the table. Of course there was an opening act. This only meant more waiting for Kurt, waiting he didn't have the patience for thanks to his raised anxiety level for the past three weeks. He had to take many deep breaths before he managed to get himself back to normal, opening his eyes when he heard the applause for the first song. Luckily, Noah was easy to listen to and had a very sincere voice.

It was during the first performance that Kurt realized how utterly ridiculous he was being. Of course everyone wanted Blaine to come out, of course they were all anxious to hear him and see him preform. Kurt is, and probably will remain, he realized, just another fan. With this sullen realization, he was able to calm his nerves significantly. He was just another fan here to see famous Blaine Anderson. Even if the name on his wrist haunted him and urged him to reach out, he sat back and decided to just support Noah and Blaine for being talented musicians.

The rest of Noah's set list went by fast. He politely thanked the crowd again for listening and bowed adorably as he made his exit. Kurt realized how lucky Noah's soul mate must be. He was simply adorable. It brought a smile to his face that quickly fell once he was reminded of his own soul mate situation.

After a few adjustments with the sound, the crowd lights dimmed and everyone fell quiet. Kurt's breath involuntarily caught in his breath again as he saw him. Blaine Anderson, the very one that was staring in every photo Kurt had been obsessing over for the past month, was up on stage. Kurt's left hand went up to his heart and gasped. He was even more adorable in person. His hair was wild, his eyes were big and sincere, and his clothes were oddly grandfather-ish, but looked so unbelievably perfect on him. His bowtie was maroon, matching his pants that ended at his ankles. His smile was captivating as he took a few bows, blowing kisses to the crowd as they hooped and hollered their excitement. Kurt's smile continued to grow as Blaine giggled—yes giggled—up on stage at the enthusiasm in front of him.

"Thank you guys so much. You have no idea how much it means to me that you all came out here tonight," Blaine gushed, looking beyond appreciative at his fans. "Let's have some fun tonight," he shouted, giving that breathtaking smile as he started out into a fast-paced song.

The crowd was eating him right up. Arms were swinging in the air, lyrics were being shouted along the music, and most importantly, Blaine was loving every minute of it. He often stopped singing at certain parts to allow the crowd to take over, his smile plastered on his face the whole time. The first song ended and the applause exploded, Kurt's applause lost in the mix of it all. Blaine bowed again, muttering an adorable thank you and started up on the next song.

Kurt was in awe. He watched the whole performance with his smile growing considerably with each beat. His toe was tapping along to the beat and his eyes were locked on Blaine, drinking in his every movement. Again, the crowd roared with appreciation as the song finished, and Blaine still looked shocked that these people were here to see him, even if he had done a considerable amount of touring prior to this show. Kurt felt the overwhelming urge to squeeze him again.

Blaine took a drink of water before he went back up to the microphone. He smiled at the crowd and waved at a fan whose hand was moving impossibly fast in the air, seeking his attention.

"I love you!" some nameless fan shouted from the crowd. Blaine blushed.

"I love you right back," he said with a smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

"I want your babies!" another, or possibly the same, fan shouted again. Kurt felt the jealousy rising in his chest. There was a roar of laughter, but Blaine blushed harder and gave a nervous chuckle.

"Okay, guys. I'm going to play the song you all want to hear. I wrote this song when I was feeling pretty lonely," Blaine started. There was a loud, sympathetic 'awww' from the crowd. Blaine smiled again, not quite reaching his eyes this time. "I'm in love with the idea of this one special person waiting for me. And once I meet them, I'm going to give them everything I have. But the best part of it is, I'm going to be patient for it. Love will happen when it happens for me, and I'm so excited for that day to come. I hope you all feel the same about the name on your wrist, too."

Kurt's mouth dropped again. Blaine was saying everything he thought of when the issue of soul mates came up. Blaine started the strumming to the song he was all too familiar with by now, and Kurt felt himself relax as the lyrics started. This song was so unbelievably perfect. Kurt silently wondered if it had the same effect on others, or if it was the name printed on his wrist that made the difference. As Blaine got into the chorus, Kurt knew this was it. He couldn't give up on this Blaine Anderson yet. Kurt felt it down to his bones. There was something special about Blaine, and damn it, he was going to get a chance to prove himself to the boy singing his heart out in front of him if it is the last thing he does.