Of course, he was right, because he now felt he knew Blaine more than he knew himself. They were connected on the deepest more complex levels, whether Kurt liked it or not.

He gave no explanation, no promise of resolve. He saw Blaine every day at headquarters, but avoided him the best he could. His success, however, only increased his misery.

So the night Kurt came home after a really long day, feeling torn and defeated, he really shouldn't have been surprised to see Blaine sitting alone at his kitchen counter, waiting for him.

***

Blaine had curled up in bed sleeping the day away when Kal left.

Ideally he would have chased after him, forced him to stay, kissed him with great romantic notion, but Blaine was tired of chasing.

He was tired of chasing after people who didn't want him. People who he loved but had let him down, not loving him enough in return. People that he needed in his life, but were only set up to abandon him.

Blaine then allowed the world of dreams to soothe his aching heart, too tired and too broken for tears.

He woke with new ambition after he had gazed at the little name on his wrist. He wouldn't allow anybody, especially Kurt Hummel ruin what he could have with Kal.

They had potential. But it was so much more than that. They were right.

The moment they met Blaine knew that the pain he experienced during their handshake was a sign. A sign that he doesn't have to wait for the mystery person he was provided to have a life with. Kal was his end all be all, and even in the short time that they had known each other, Blaine knew that to be true.

There were some things beyond all reason and logic. All purely intuition, feeling and instinct; that was something to not be taken for granted. That was all he knew for sure.

Other than that Blaine's new lover was clearly a person that had a difficult time opening up or showing any vulnerability whatsoever.

It didn't take Blaine long to figure out that out about Kal. He was fiercely loyal, that was obvious. He was also a bit closed off, but Blaine didn't blame him. Though, his dedication to his father and the cause made Blaine's heart heavy, wishing he could have the same.

There were rare moments where they'd quietly express their longing to have a mother, something they could share on an intimate level, but all too quickly Kal would bring them back to the surface level.

On the other hand it also made Blaine want to tell Kal that parents weren't always the ones with the answers. Blaine had to learn the hard way, because he never had parents. He had to find out his own answers.

Blaine was quite sure that Burt was the main reason why Kal left, but the reason exactly was a mystery. Kal's very being was rooted in all his father's beliefs, which in like, Blaine could also understand, though not fully comprehend.

Blaine just wanted to open himself up completely, baring his wrist as he would intimate skin to show his devotion. It was the next thing short of revealing his true name. He wished Kal understood, but it was clearly a big mistake. Kal wasn't ready.

There were times when Kal would briefly show vulnerability. Blaine saw it in his eyes as they made love, during breathless gasps until everything was shielded by his closing eyes.

Though Blaine didn't doubt Kal's feelings for him, too true and pure to doubt, he doubted whether he would ever allow Blaine to see him fully.

Blaine spent nights curled up in his fluttering heart and the day's enchanting memories spent with Kal considering on whether or not to actually reveal his true name, wishing they didn't have to keep anything from each other.

But it was clear the moment Kal evaded most of Blaine's questions the day they met it set up the future of their complicated relationship despite the overwhelming chemistry.

So Blaine had no other choice but to confront Kal directly, in a place he couldn't slip down some stairs or within a crowd of needy people. He set up a secret appointment with Burt immediately.

***

"What are you doing here," Kal demanded, his voice sharp and cold. But Blaine knew better.

Kal clearly wasn't expecting him to be there, his father gave no warning none the less. The moment he registered Blaine's presence the anguish in his eyes was crushing until quickly masked by the safe blockade he built for himself.

Again, Blaine did not comprehend why. It went against almost everything he knew about Kal.

Sure, they had fallen in deep infatuation for each other, but he was by no means a hopeless romantic by his deductions. He'd be like the commoners if that were the case, so his behavior didn't quite add up.

Kal liked getting what he wanted. Kal liked being in control. Kal was honest about everything he could manage. And most definitely Kal wouldn't dump someone just because his soulmate's name didn't match his own. At least, he never did before in the past.

So why did seeing Blaine's wrist jar him so? Did he by some miracle know Kurt Hummel? Was he jealous for some odd reason despite Blaine's reassurances? Or was he just a real stickler for the rules and didn't like Blaine's recklessness with what Kal consider sacred law.

Either way, Kal was a lot more troubled than he let on. Also, there was still much they didn't know about each other, no matter how much they wanted to share.

Blaine wanted to know everything, but in due time. He believed in Burt too, that love took time to nurture. So he had to fix this somehow; get some answers, at least. He wanted some sort of resolve before he went out of his mind.

It so happened that luck was on Blaine's side in the matter, or the stars were shining in his favor because Burt was more than willing to help him out with anything the moment he strolled into Burt's cluttered office.

He had a big enough heart to understand without Blaine having to say much, which was surprising because he was so sure that Burt would be just as cut off as his son, if not so, worse with so much else that was going on.

Burt just patted him on the shoulder. "You should come over for dinner tonight and bring my son to his senses. He's always been terrified of commitment, my Kal.. probably because he never had his mom teach him that it was safe to love-"

The man of thousands had trailed off at that point, his eyes filling with a deep sadness so immense and vast that Blaine felt like he was intruding on an extremely private moment, very tempted to leave the room without another word.

But a few heartbeats later, Burt snaps out of it. "I can tell my son really cares for you - there's something about you - and I'd do anything to finally make him happy."

Burt then blinked, his eyes watery, and it made Blaine want to tell Kal that his father loved him more than anything in the world, hoping someday they could find a way to communicate properly with each other without the weight of the world watching them.

That night, they eat, but Kal never shows.

Burt calls him numerous times. They heat up the dinner twice before deciding to eat, barely speaking because of their worry.

"Does he ever tell you where he goes?" Blaine wonders, barely having an appetite.

"I let him do as he pleases," Burt answers slowly. "But he is usually home for dinner. Something is up with him lately."

When they finish, Burt shakes his head sadly, patting Blaine on the shoulder again before he makes his way to the sink, rinsing off the dishes. Blaine then joins him in the living room, idly watching television for a while, living in the fantasy of pretending this is what it could be like if he had a father when gravel outside gives way to tires.

"He's home," Burt says, turning off the TV, slowly making his way up the stairs. "I'll leave you two alone."

So Blaine waits at the counter.

"We need to talk," Blaine insisted, standing from his seat the moment Kal made his way in, pain still etching his features. "You can't just ignore me."

"Yes I can," Kal counters. "I have no obligations to you."

Blaine then glares, the heat of anger flaring in his chest. That was until he looks down, Kal's ratty wrist cuff catching his eye. Droplets of dark red are dripping from within.

He's bleeding.

"You're hurt," Blaine worries, reaching for Kal, who flinches away, once again. The whiplash of repeat wounds Blaine more than he expected to. "Just let me in!"

Kal, more distraught than Blaine had ever seen him, lashes out, eyes narrowed and teeth bared.

"BLAINE! I CAN'T! JUST LEAVE ME BE!"

His words echo around the house, and Blaine who was preparing to respond lets his audio catch up to him. Kal just called him Blaine. Not Ben.

Blaine's eyes widen, and so do Kal's, knowing his mistake. He looked utterly terrified.

"How did you-" Blaine tries, but Kal is running again.

This time, Blaine takes off after him.