After the party at Breadstix, Kurt rushed to his room to finish packing everything. He was in the middle of taping up the last box when Burt called from downstairs, telling them to hurry up because the movers were here. He quickly cut off the tape and stacked the boxes, making the hassle of loading them onto the truck easier.

Kurt looked around his room, now bare after he boxed everything except for his bed and vanity table. He smiled sadly to himself, not believing that he'd be leaving the house he'd come to love, and grabbed his suitcases, hurrying down the stairs at the sound of Burt's voice with Finn following behind. The two met Carole and Burt outside, the movers walking in as soon as Finn stepped out. Kurt immediately moved to his dad's side, a suitcase in each hand and his carry-on bag on his shoulder while Finn stood next to his mom. Burt wrapped his arm around Kurt's shoulder, his other arm around Carole's waist, and pulled him into his side, patting his arm comfortingly. Kurt looked up and smiled at him, looking back at the house with a distant look.

We're going to Paris, Mom. He tightened his grip on his suitcases, one of them holding his mom's favorite perfume. Thankfully, it fit the liquid limit by a few ounces.

"Honey, we should go now or we'll miss the plane," Carole said softly, looking at Burt. He nodded and they all walked to the car. They had decided earlier in the week to use Kurt's Navigator for their transportation to the airport and then having one of the mechanics from the shop meet them there to take the car back.

Kurt slid into the driver's seat, Carole sat in the back with her bag in her lap, Burt opened the passenger door after closing the trunk, and Finn got in next to his mom. Kurt started the engine, taking one last look at the house before driving away.

At the airport, Kurt parked his Navigator next to a familiar SUV belonging to one of Burt's good friends. Burt and Krista, the only female mechanic at the shop, said their goodbyes before taking the keys from Kurt and waving at the Hudson-Hummel family, driving out of the parking lot. They rolled their suitcases into the airport and made it past security, looking around for their terminal.

"Over there!" Finn pointed to two lines of people, a sign above saying terminal J. They quickened their pace and joined the line, boarding the plane and finding their seats. Once everyone in the plane found their seats, the plane took off. Kurt, who luckily got the window seat despite Finn's bribes for them to switch seats, rested his head on the cool window, his eyes slowly closing before falling asleep. Finn stopped his mumbling when he noticed that Kurt had fallen asleep, plugging in the airline headphones and looking for a movie to watch.

"'Night Coop," Blaine said, passing by the bathroom. Cooper mumbled back a 'Goodnight, squirt', his words jumbling together because of the toothbrush in his mouth. Blaine laughed and entered his room, closing the door behind him. He changed into sweats and a cotton t-shirt, turning off the lights and jumping under his blanket. He wrapped himself in the warmth and closed his eyes, letting sleep overcome him.

Blaine looked around, his eyes squinting as they adjust to the bright light. Once they do, he could see that he was in a park. A Victorian styled fountain, which had no water in it, stood in the middle with benches lining one side. He got up from his spot in the grass, moving over to one of the benches. The closer he got, the more a figure began to take shape on the fountain. He smiled at the sight of his soulmate sitting on the edge of the fountain with his legs crossed and singing.

The powerlines went out, and I am all alone.
I don't really care at all not answering my phone

"Candles by Hey Monday," Blaine murmured quietly to himself, recognizing the song. He'd always wanted to sing it as a duet, but could never find the perfect partner and now, here was his soulmate, singing beautifully.

"All the games you played, the promises you made
Couldn't finish what you started only darkness still remains" he sang the next few lines, sitting on the bench in front of the figure on the fountain and leaning forward, not noticing that the outline was much more vague than it was hours ago.

Kurt dusted off his pants and sits up, a bit confused at the lack of soft grass underneath him. After scanning the area, he noticed that he was currently sitting on the edge of a vintage looking fountain with a row of benches in front of him. He smiled at the sight of his soulmate's outline sitting on the bench in front of him, leaning forward and singing.

"Lost sight
Couldn't see, when it was you and me," he realized what the song was and sang along, their voices blending together quite well. He never had the chance in glee club to sing this song due to none of the members being suitable partners. The smile on his face widened at the thought of singing duets with his lover, the two of them dancing around in their living room. Kurt sighed dreamily at that image, the fact that the outline of his soulmate even fuzzier than the last time they 'met' not catching his attention.

"Blow the candles out
Looks like a solo tonight
I'm beginning to see the light," the duo sang together, their voices complimenting the other. Blaine got up from the bench the same time Kurt got up from the fountain edge. They moved towards each other in both dreams, still singing.

"Blow the candles out
Looks like a solo tonight
I'm beginning to see the light."

Before they could touch, Blaine felt himself being pulled back, Kurt stumbling over his feet at the feeling. They both have an arm stretched out, desperately trying to grab the blurred hand getting farther and farther away.

"Wait!" Kurt called out, leaning forward and trying to break free of whatever force was dragging him back. He'd been so close to his soulmate, there's no way he would allow them to be on separate ends of his brightly lit dream.

"Stop!" Blaine yelled, also trying to break free by thrashing around. This was his second soulmate dream yet they'd been so close, he couldn't face the pain of having to listen and watch unclear figure of his destined partner from afar.

The mysterious force that dragged the two back disappeared, letting them drop onto the soft field of grass. Far away, they could see the hazy outlines of each other with their arm still out as tears fell down their cheeks. This just meant that they were too far from each other, out of contact especially since they haven't officially met.

"-urt, Kurt, wake up," Finn shook his shoulder as the plane landed. They had a layover in Boston before hopping onto another plane and heading to Paris. Kurt shifted in his seat before sitting up, his sleepy with a hint of sadness ocean blue eyes meeting Finn's concerned light brown ones.

"You okay?"

"Of course, why..." Kurt's words trailed off as he touched his cheeks, feeling something wet. Why am I crying? Oh, right... my soulmate's across the ocean now His eyes started tearing up again, but he turned his attention to the window, blocking them from Finn's glances. He managed to blink away the tears before they fell and got out of his seat, suitcases in each hand as he followed Finn out of the plane.

"What's wrong, honey?" Carole immediately asked Kurt once they got into the rental car. She decided to sit in the back in order to talk to her beloved stepson, letting her son and husband chat away in the front.

"It's nothing, Carole," Kurt mumbled, tearing his gaze away from the scenery of Paris passing by and fixating his gaze onto his lap. However, Carole kept her eyes on him, which Kurt knew as he sighed and looked right into her eyes. Her eyes continued to ask the same question of 'what's wrong', finally causing Kurt to break; she was much easier to talk to for some reason, probably because he needed the motherly figure.

"I had a soulmate dream on the plane and..." he took a deep breath, trying to regain his composure, "we were so close, but something pulled us apart and I'm pretty that it's telling me we've got an ocean keeping us away from each other now. I could feel myself getting closer to him this past year and I don't think I can deal with not knowing we won't bump into each other until who knows how many years pass." By now, a few tears escaped onto his cheeks, leaving streaks. Carole looked at him with sadness and empathy, knowing the feeling of being an ocean away from your soulmate due to her late husband being in the military.

"It'll be fine, sweetie," she wrapped her arms around him and stroked his back comfortingly, letting him cry silently on her shoulder, "from what you told me, you two are only a year apart and soon he'll be in college too, just like you. Who knows, lady fate could bring him to you."

Kurt appreciated her soothing words because soon, the tears came to a stop and his mind decided to switch gears into a more optimistic light. She's right, maybe his soulmate would "coincidentally" end up going to college in Paris and hey, maybe they'll go to the same college since they both love singing and, most likely, theater.

"Thank you," he whispered into her ear, giving her a peck on the cheek and letting go. The car stopped in the driveway of a simple, two-story house. The lawn looked to have been trimmed recently, the grass seemed greener and the flowers did add a bit of color compared to the white of the whole house. Burt looked at the two through the rear-view mirror, having a silent conversation about Kurt with Carole; he wanted to make sure his precious boy was fine. Their exchange ended with Burt nodding his head slightly and pulling the key out of the engine, opening the door and hurrying to open the trunk. During their small eye conversation, Finn had already got out and walked around the house, happy about the backyard space, while Kurt stealthily took the key from his dad's pocket and was now walking into the house.

Kurt looked around, impressed and shocked at the large amount of space because of the small looking exterior. He walked through the kitchen, hands gliding over the marble countertops and wooden cabinets. Next was the living room, which contained a long leather couch in front of a plasma screen TV with a mantle and fireplace underneath. He headed upstairs, opening all the doors and briefly scanning them over until he opened the door to one of the bedrooms, presumably his because of how much it resembled his old one. The only differences were a large, walk-in closet, perfect for the Paris expansion of his wardrobe, and glass doors right across from the bed that led to a small balcony. Feeling a bit awestruck at the beautiful view, Kurt left his two suitcases at the foot of his bed before reaching out with both hands and turning the handles of the glass doors. Pushing them open at the same time, he walked out into the cool February breeze, the wind blowing a few stray strands of hair like in the movies.

"Kurt!" Finn called from down below, holding onto the football he was tossing in the air, "Burt says don't forget to unpack!"

"Thanks for the reminder, Finn!" Kurt called back, smiling at his stepbrother and waving before walking back into his room, leaving the doors open to let some fresh air in while he unpacked his clothes and pictures.

Over at the Anderson household, Blaine shot up from his bed, panting heavily as his sweating soaked his shirt. The door to his bedroom opened and Cooper emerged from the dark hallway, flipping the light switch while simultaneously rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. He had heard Blaine thrashing around moments earlier, coming back up from getting a glass of water from the kitchen.

"You okay, squirt?" he asked, any remnants of sleep gone and replaced with concern at Blaine's current state. Blaine responded with a gulp followed by silence, not knowing if he should tell his brother about the dream. Come on, he was there for your first dream, might as well tell him about this one.

Cooper didn't say anything, just walked in, careful not to spill the glass of water, his body clock still making him feel sluggish. He grabbed Blaine's swivel chair from in front of his desk and brought it over to the side of his bed, handing him the glass before sitting on the very edge of the chair. Blaine gladly drank the water, mumbling a thank you once he was done.

"I had another soulmate dream and I was so close to touching his hand," Blaine started, playing with the empty glass as he talked, "but this... invisible force pulled us apart before our fingertips could even brush and... Coop, I think my dream's telling me that he's too far away now."

Cooper's concern and worry turned into empathy at his baby brother's misfortune, he knew how much it hurt to be away from your soulmate, what with his girlfriend currently living on the other side of the country in California, but from how Blaine described it, it sounded like his soulmate could be out of the country. Noticing the tears rolling down Blaine's cheek, the light making them very noticeable, Cooper moved to his side and wrapped a comforting arm around his shoulders, letting Blaine cry his heart out onto his shoulder, not caring about how soaked his shirt was getting.

After a good three minutes or so, nobody was really paying attention to the time, the aching pain in his heart mixed with the crying wore Blaine out and he had fallen asleep on Cooper's shoulder. Cooper gently laid him down and covered him with the blanket that fell due to Blaine's thrashing around in his sleep earlier.

"It'll get better," he whispered, patting his brother's head before getting up from the chair, bringing it back to it's original place while placing the glass down on the desk, and turning the lights off, silently closing the door before padding off back to his room, ready to make a surprise call to his girlfriend.