Blaine had fought and fought with his manager for the date with Kurt. He understood where he was coming from, but he really, really, really did not agree. Kurt wasn't just some fan that was throwing himself at Blaine. Kurt was Blaine'ssoul mate and damn it, he was going to get his chance at his happily ever after too. He had been so careful not to let the name of his soul mate slip out, so he would know he had found his soul mate when he introduced himself as Kurt Hummel.

Blaine knew he was being quick about it, but he had finally found the boy he had been searching for his whole life, and quite honestly, he wasn't going to let that slip by him because of some silly record label he now obtained.

And Kurt was perfect. No matter how much guilt he had for going behind his manager's back and going on the date even though he had "strongly advised him to snap out of this silly fairy tale," the way Kurt blushed at compliments and smiled at Blaine washed out any feeling of guilt. Blaine had found his soul mate, and the date, even if it was only one single date, had proved his thoughts right. Kurt was his soul mate, and now that he had him, he wasn't going to let him go.

Waking up in Kurt's arms was the biggest relief to Blaine's guilt for going behind his manager's back about the date. The same sense of right that he felt while kissing Kurt was back as he was wrapped up in the sleeping boy's arms. Once he figured out where he was, a smile split on his face. He sat up a little and glanced up at Kurt.

He had never seen someone look so adorable asleep. Kurt's cheeks were flushed, his lips slightly parted. He looked so at peace, and it only made Blaine's heart flutter more than it had last night. He couldn't help but think that this was what he was supposed to wake up to every morning for the rest of his life. Once again, Blaine was feeling unbelievably content.

As he was admiring Kurt, there was a knock at the door. Blaine usually would have answered, but quite honestly, the only person worth answering the door for was currently asleep underneath him. With a smile, he laid his head back down on Kurt's chest so he could maybe catch some more sleep before Kurt woke up, ignoring the continuing knocks at the door.

"Blaine! Open this door!" the voice behind the knocking boomed. Blaine's heart stopped. He would know that voice anywhere. It was Michael, his one and only manager. It was the very manager he had lied to about where he was last night, and more importantly about who was sleeping on his couch. Michael had told him not to pursue anything with Kurt. After a very long argument, Blaine reluctantly agreed, mentally crossing his fingers. It was no sooner that Michael left Blaine on his own when Blaine had hurried off to make the phone call that he had wanted to make since Kurt left the venue.

The very same Michael was now pounding at his door, and the only real worry Blaine could think of was that he would wake Kurt if he didn't pipe down.

Very slowly, Blaine got off the couch, untangling himself from Kurt's arms. He smiled at Kurt's little grunt and bent down to kiss his forehead softly. He gave one last glance at the boy and then walked over to the door to stop the pounding. He opened it only a crack so Michael didn't see Kurt right away.

"What do you want?" Blaine asked in a hurried whisper.

"Blaine. I am your manager. It is my job to be here." Michael tried to open the door so he could get in.

"Well, I need you to be quiet." Blaine looked Michael right in the eye, showing that he wasn't going to back down from this fight. "Kurt is asleep."

Michael's eyes went wide as he pushed the door hard enough to open it. "What do you think you're doing?" he roared, Blaine jumping and rushing to physically cover his mouth, causing Michael's eyes to stretch even further.

"Don't you dare wake him up," Blaine whispered, his voice angrier this time. He took his hand off of Michael's mouth and held up his forefinger to his lips and motioning towards the hallway with his other hand. Blaine moved quickly into the other room, knowing that Michael would only talk if Blaine were there to listen, thus forcing him into the other room so Kurt could remain blissfully ignorant of his presence.

•••

Kurt was awake before he had opened his eyes. He was letting the rest of his senses pick up on his surroundings before he absolutely had to get up. Mondays weren't as bad for him anymore because his first class wasn't until two. He could sleep in every single Monday, and it was one of the best feelings in the world.

Kurt was comfortable. He could tell that he had just had one of the best nights of sleep in a while. He was a little bit cold, but when he reached down to tug at his covers and couldn't find them, he shrugged off the feeling. It was bearable.

Kurt then heard the arguing in the distance. He vaguely wondered whom Rachel had over and why on earth she was arguing with him so early in the morning. He strained to listen further, never giving up the opportunity to get some good dirt.

"We've been over this," the man said. "He's probably just using you for your money, or for the publicity. The name on his wrist might not even be real!"

"He is real! What we have is real!" Rachel answered.

Kurt sat up straight, his eyes flying open. That was not Rachel who answered. That was Blaine. The Blaine he had gone on a date with last night. The Blaine whose apartment he was in right now, whose couch he slept on last night.

Blaine was fighting with someone. And from what he had heard, it sounded like Blaine was fighting with someone overhim. Kurt slowly got up and walked to the wall by the hallway so he could listen more. He knew it was wrong of him, but he really needed to know what Blaine was saying to him. He needed to know if the trust he put in him was done so rightfully.

"You need to grow up. I know this seems like the best thing in the world, but it's not logical for the moment!"

"I don't care if it's logical. It's what I want. I know it will be hard, but I've been looking for Kurt forever."

"Damn it, Blaine. This is going to ruin your singing career. I need you single and straight. That's how we market you. We've been through this."

"I'm not giving up what I might have with Kurt. I've only just met him. Please don't make me lose him already."

"He won't be able to keep up with your lifestyle, Blaine. Famous musicians don't have relationships. You are a famous musician. You need to decide right now if you want that to continue or if you want Kurt to continue."

Kurt felt tears sting his eyes. He wouldn't make Blaine choose like that. He had said so himself last night, music was his everything. What kind of heartless being would Kurt be if he made Blaine give that up? No. He wasn't going to do this to Blaine. He deserved so much better.

He quickly wiped way the forming tears and made his way to the door, patting his pockets to make sure he had his cell phone. When it wasn't there, he ran over to the couch in an attempt to find it. He could still hear the arguing in the background, but tried his best to ignore it. He didn't want his heart to break anymore.

The coffee table seemed invisible in his rush to the couch. He only seemed to notice it when his shin banged into it.

"Fuck!" Kurt yelled, reaching down to sooth his shin. The background noise of the argument stopped immediately.

"Kurt?" Blaine asked, his voice tentative. He slowly started walking over to Kurt who had sat down on the couch. Kurt looked up and met Blaine's eyes, the familiar feeling washing over him.

"I'm sorry," Kurt said, his voice almost too soft for Blaine to hear it.

"Give me some time. I'll call you this afternoon when I'm ready to be picked up." Blaine had turned around to snap at Michael, the anger in his eyes screaming 'you woke him up, you asshole.'

Michael made a hasty retreat, knowing he wasn't going to get any further with Blaine now that Kurt was awake. With a sigh, he shut the door behind him.

"Blaine, I don't want you to have to choose," Kurt said, his voice shaking as he desperately tried to swallow the lump in his throat.

"Oh, Kurt. How much of that conversation did you hear? I told him not to wake you up." Blaine sat next to Kurt on the couch and gathered him up in his arms.

"I won't make you choose. I don't want you to give up your career," Kurt mumbled into Blaine's chest, his arms circling around Blaine's neck.

"Don't you dare listen to Michael. I won't ever choose my career over you if it means giving you up. You're everything I've ever wanted, Kurt. You're worth more than the world to me already." Kurt smiled a little at Blaine's words. Blaine pulled back to look at Kurt's face as if he could sense it. "I know this is a little fast, but I am not going to give you up, my manager be damned. Got that?"

Kurt nodded, not trusting his voice. There was a comfortable silence that fell over them.

"Thank you for last night," Blaine said at last.

"No, thank you," Kurt replied, his head going back to rest on Blaine's shoulder as Blaine's hands rubbed soothingly up and down his back.

Blaine pulled back again, his hand reaching to cup Kurt's cheek. Kurt knew what that meant, and before he could help himself, he was leaning in to capture Blaine's lips. Kurt let the feeling of right was over him again, all of his worries from earlier disappearing between the shared kisses with his soul mate.