Kurt was pacing around his bedside table where his phone was charging, his fingernail being gnawed at between his teeth. Kurt knew how unattractive the trait he was currently displaying was, and even worse so, he couldn't care less. It had been over seventeen hours since Blaine had said his last goodbyes to him, and he was still waiting on that phone call. Seventeen whole hours of barely any sleep and constant reassurance to himself that he did not dream last night up found Kurt moving onto his next nail and pacing at a quicker pace.

To be perfectly honest, Kurt knew he was being ridiculous. He also knew that meeting your soul mate wasn't something that happened everyday. He decided to excuse his clingy attitude under the clause of his heart taking full control of his brain. Letting out a sigh, he hit the unlock button just to be surehe didn't miss a call.

With a groan, Kurt fell back onto his bed. He knew he should give Blaine time, but damn it, it's just so hard. Now that Kurt knows what Blaine looks like, what his skin feels like, what his eyes look like when they're looking into the eyes of his soul mate, Kurt wanted nothing else for the rest of his life. And yet, here he was, waiting for this boy to call. He couldn't help the nagging feeling that Blaine didn't feel the same way about Kurt as he did for him. If he had Blaine's number, he would have called as soon as he left the venue, and it bothered him more than it should have that Blaine hadn't done just that.

"Kurt?" Rachel's shrill voice called from the hallway towards the door to his room. "It is three in the afternoon and I haven't even seen you once. In case you forgot, you were supposed to help me with my lines for class on Monday, but instead you're letting my memory rot in turn for what? What is so much more important?"

Kurt groaned again, knowing she wasn't going to leave until he explained his sudden onset depression. He had been careful to avoid telling anyone about Blaine or who he was or even where he was headed last night incase the worst happened. He took a deep breath to prepare himself and then pealed one eye open to look at Rachel.

"I think I screwed up," Kurt whispered, his voice suddenly thick. Oh no, Kurt thought to himself because he just couldn'tcry yet. Crying meant defeat, and although his nerves were wearing thin, he wasn't about to give in. Blaine was going to call. He hadto call.

Rachel looked scared. Kurt was never down like this, and quite frankly, it scared her. Kurt was always the emotionally strong one in this household. She needed him to be strong for her Finn fights, because if he wasn't who would be?

"I found Blaine," Kurt whispered. "I found him and I think I've scared him away."

Kurt's words snapped Rachel out of her self-pity party. She looked up, realizing what his words meant.

"Oh, Kurt." She rushed over to him and sat on the bed next to him, her hand gently resting on his knee. "You mean you found the Blaine? Blaine Anderson? Blaine-written-on-your-wrist-Anderson?"

Kurt nodded, eliciting a squeal from Rachel.

"Kurt! That's great! Wait! He had your name, too, right?" Rachel's eyes went big.

"Yes, but it's not as easy as that," Kurt sighed. He reached over to his Mac and hit the play button on the keyboard and the song he had been listening to on repeat flowed through is speakers. Kurt visibly relaxed at the sound. Blaine's voice was like silk, and Kurt cursed himself silently for becoming so addicted to it. "Have you heard this song?"

"Oh yes," Rachel said. "They play it pretty often in the coffee shop. His voice is very dreamy, isn't it?" Rachel sighed, always willing to appreciate a good voice when she heard one. "Wait, no Kurt, don't change the subject. Blaine, remember?" Rachel scolded, swatting his knee.

"That's the thing, Rachel." Kurt took a deep breath. "This is Blaine."

Rachel gasped, her hands going up to her mouth and her eyes growing large again.

"And you met him? Did you actually see your name on his wrist? I mean, I'm sure you're not lying, but I don't want you to get your hopes up if you just thought you saw it, or wanted to see it maybe—"

"He showed me his damn name, Rachel," Kurt spat at her. "It said Kurt Hummel. It is definitely him. I just," Kurt took a shaky breath. "I just think I scared him away. He said he was going to call but he hasn't yet, and I met him last night, Rachel. It has been a very long time since I said goodbye to him, and yet here I am!" Kurt waved his hands around dramatically. "Here I am, still alone, still without a call from Blaine. The least he could have done was tell me he wasn't interested. He didn't have to go get my hopes up like that!" Tears were running down Kurt's face now, his emotions running over.

Rachel laughed. She actually laughed.Kurt could have killed her.

"Oh, Kurt. It's only three in the afternoon. You just met him last night. He's a busy boy, sweetie. Give him some time to figure out what this means to him. As big of a life change as it is to you, imagine what it means for him.He's famous, he has girls draping themselves over him all the time, he's probably not even out to the media yet." Kurt's mind went back to the interviews he'd watched of Blaine before their meeting. Rachel was right. No one seemed to mention or even ask about his sexual orientation.

Kurt blinked at her, his eyebrows still furrowed. When did Rachel become so sensitive to other people's feelings?

"You know I'm right," Rachel smirked. "Just give him a little more time. And stop that." She waved at his forehead. "Wrinkles," she scolded.

Kurt sighed and dropped back on his bed. He didn't know how much more patience he had. His mind went back to last night and was filled with Blaine. The smile etched on his face when he was on stage, the very same one he had when he was saying goodbye to Kurt. He remembered the way his fingers ran over the neck of his guitar compared with how gentle they were as they ran across Kurt's wrist, almost as if he couldn't actually believe it was there. Kurt's thoughts drifted to his eyes, how big and beautiful they were. Kurt never wanted to believe that the eyes were the pathway into the soul, but after seeing Blaine's eyes and the sincerity he carried in them, Kurt knew they absolutely had to be. You could read Blaine like a book through his eyes. Kurt smiled at the thought.

Yes, he could be patient for this boy. Kurt was surprising himself at how much more calm he was after he let his mind drift to the good things of Blaine rather than thoughts of scaring him away. This boy was something else.

Beside him, Kurt's phone lit up and vibrated against the wooden table. Kurt sat up so fast his vision went a little fuzzy. The number buzzing on his phone wasn't one he had saved in his contacts. Kurt swallowed the lump in his throat and reached out a shaking hand, silently chanting to himself not to get his hopes up. He held the phone in his hand, staring at it for a little bit longer before he picked up the nerve to swipe the screen to answer.

"H-hello?" he stuttered out.

"Kurt," the voice sighed out as though he had been holding his breath. There was a nervous chuckle. "It's me. It's Blaine."

"Blaine," Kurt choked out, releasing the breath he didn't know he was holding. "Hi."