The remainder of the show passed quickly. Blaine was mesmerizing to watch. He was so in his element, and it was obvious that he loved preforming for these people. Kurt could feel himself swoon. He no longer cared that he was stooping down to the level of the mindless girls pushing their way to the front. All he cared about was how perfect Blaine was. The way Blaine thanked the crowd after every single song, the way he blushed at the applause like it was the first time he had heard it, the way his smile never faltered from his face, proving how truly at home he was up on stage, they all proved his perfection to Kurt.

Before Kurt was ready for it, Blaine was saying his final thank-you's and blowing his last kisses out to his fans. Kurt's heart felt as though it weighed a million pounds as it sank to his stomach. When was he going to see this boy again? How could he possibly figure out if he was Blaine's soul mate? Kurt needed time, time that was slipping away from him as he watched Blaine turn off stage and give one final wave to the crowd.

Shit. There goes Kurt's one chance of happiness.

Before Kurt could comprehend what he was doing, he was darting off to the bathroom. Once he was in there, he looked at himself in the mirror, somewhat shocked at the morose reflection staring back at him. How did one boy manage to do this to him? The thought of losing one boy, someone he hasn't even met for Pete's sake, is tearing him apart. He took deep breaths, trying to calm himself down for yet another time tonight.

"What is this boy doing to me?" Kurt asked himself in the mirror, his mind still racing on what he could do to not lose him forever.

He knew he was running out of time. He couldn't stall in the bathroom any longer without missing Blaine completely. With a sigh and one last look in the mirror, he exited the bathroom, still no plan in his mind.

Kurt made his way through the venue, his heart stopping when he saw Blaine by the merchandise booth taking pictures and signing shirts for the fans he was too afraid to say no to. This was his chance. Kurt was going to march up there and wait in line, even if all he wanted to do was body-check these annoying little girls to get to the man he's been waiting for his whole life. He was the last in line, meaning he had to watch them all ogle over him before he would get his chance.

The line was slow. Blaine made sure each fan was happy before he sent them on his way. Most of the time, this meant multiple pictures, as well as multiple signatures. Just as Kurt was getting irritated, he remembered Blaine's own words from tonight, "I'm going to be patient for it," he had said right before he sang the song Kurt had fallen in love with, and damn it, if Blaine could be patient, so could he.

Kurt's eyes never left Blaine. He watched his every movement, his heart fluttering at every smile and every full belly laugh that came out of Blaine towards his fans. They way he was so eager to please them might have made him jealous at one point, but now he can't picture Blaine any other way. It made his chest swell.

Blaine had just finished taking a photo with the girl five people in front of Kurt in line when it happened. Blaine looked out at the line, assumingly assessing how much longer he would be out here, when his eyes caught Kurt's. Kurt stopped breathing. The screaming fans, the stench of sweat, the nerves he had been feeling all month leading up to this, they all fell away. The only thing in the world at that moment was Blaine and the overwhelming delight he felt at the connection. His heart was singing.

As quickly as the connection happened, his world shattered when some buff man, presumably Blaine's manager, announced that that was the final photo to be taken tonight. Kurt's eyes stayed on Blaine's, his eyes mirroring the panic growing in them from the other boy.

"Oh, come on Mike, there isn't that many left. Just let me meet the rest of these guys," Blaine told him without breaking eye contact with Kurt. Blaine felt it too, Kurt realized, a smile taking over his face at the realization. Blaine matched his smile and finally looked away, giving the attention that the next-in-line fan was huffing for.

Kurt's stomach was in knots by the time he was second in line. Blaine, as ever the perfect man, paid just the right amount of attention to each fan, always managing to catch Kurt's eye in-between. The fan in front of Kurt was very adamant about keeping all of Blaine's attention, however. She asked him to sign three shirts, her phone case, and her ticket stub. She asked for a picture, which Blaine of course agreed to, his arm around her shoulders and the smile crinkling his eyes.

"Thank you so much for coming out," he said, his voice sincere. She just smiled googly-eyed at him. Finally, her friend dragged her away, finally leaving no teenaged girl or her mother in front of Kurt and his soul mate. The connection he had felt earlier was back, this time stronger than before.

"Hello," Blaine said, his eyes boring into Kurt.

"H-Hi," Kurt squeaked out, mentally slapping himself for sounding so flakey.

"Would you like me to sign something?" Blaine asked, his voice much more calm than he had been with any of the previous fans. Kurt's stomach dropped. How could he have been so stupid? He had been so preoccupied with watching Blaine that he didn't know what he was doing now that it was his chance. Quickly, he fished in his pocket and withdrew the ticket stub, his shaking left hand offering it out to Blaine.

Blaine took the ticket and looked at Kurt closely, a smile turning up at the corner of his mouth.

"And what's your name?" Blaine asked. Kurt would have brushed it off as something he asked every fan to make out his signature to, but he knew better. He had been watching the interaction between him and his fans for too much of the line to know that Blaine hadn't asked a single other person what their name was. He wants to confirm who you are,Kurt's brain screamed at him.

"K-Kurt," He stuttered out. "Kurt Hummel."

The reaction was instantaneous. The Sharpie in Blaine's hand dropped to the floor as he grabbed Kurt's outstretched wrist and yanked up the sleeve. Blaine's mouth dropped as he saw his name delicately written on Kurt's wrist. He gasped as his eyes, damp with what looked like unshed tears, looked back up at Kurt.

"I knew I'd find you," Blaine barely whispered. Quickly, he dropped Kurt's wrist and shyly offered his own wrist to Kurt, hiking up his wrist cuff to reveal the name he had kept secret for so long.

Kurt took one look at his own name scrawled across Blaine's flesh and felt all the blood leave his brain. This wasn't happening, he told himself. This was too good to be true, he scolded himself.

"Oh my god," Kurt murmured as he watched the corners of his vision fade to black.

"Kurt!" Blaine screamed as his newly found soul mate dropped to the floor.