Kurt won his Sectionals! Well ok, the New Directions won it and Kurt only had a small solo but the point is they won. Kurt invited me to join their celebratory pizza party at his house, which of course I accepted. Hopefully next week I'd be having my own celebratory party and he'd be my date for it.

"I'm confused. Is Blaine your middle name or something?" Finn asked.

"No, it's my first name."

"But I thought your name was Mark."

"Finn." Kurt said warningly.

"Nope it's Blaine."

"But I could have sworn Kurt's soul mate's name was Mark."

"It is." I told Finn.

"Oh....so you aren't....?"

"No."

"Wow, the fates fucked up."

"Language Finn!" We heard Carole yell from the kitchen.

"Sorry mom but it's true."

"I know but next time find a way of saying it without swearing." Carole said appearing in the doorway.

So Kurt's family thinks the fates fucked up? Does that mean they like me? Judging by Kurt's smile I think so.

"You don't wear a cuff." One of the blonde girls said, Quinn, I think.

"No I don't." I replied trying to pull my sleeve down.

"Wanky." The pretty Latina girl said what was her name again? It started with an "S" I think.

"So you just walk around letting everyone see your soul mate's name?" Quinn asked.

"Drop it Quinn, you too Santana." Kurt said warningly.

"Look if your boy wants to go around flashing....oh" Santana said grabbing my wrist on pushing up my sleeve.

"I'm sorry Blaine. I didn't know." She apologized dropping my arm.

"It's....it's fine. I'm going to go up to your room for bit, ok Kurt?"

"Of course." He replied giving me a sad smile.

As I headed upstairs I could hear him telling Santana that her behavior was unacceptable. A few minutes later he came and laid beside me on his bed.

"You ok?" He asked.

"Yeah. So do all your friends think I'm a freak now?"

"No, I don't think anyone other than Santana saw and she just feels really badly about it. She won't tell the others, she can be kind of a bitch but you can trust her with this."

"Ok."

"You aren't a freak."

"Uh-huh."

"I'm serious Blaine; you are a lot of things: amazing, talented, charming, sweet and intelligent but a freak? Nope."

I shrugged.

"Where are you going"? I asked as felt him get off the bed.

"Sit up and give me your wrist." He replied.

I did as he said and he held up a sharpie which he must have grabbed off his desk and then clearly wrote Kurt Hummel on my wrist.

"There now you are like everyone else." He said kissing directly under where he wrote his name. "But wait, there's more." He said before I could say anything to him, he took off his cuff and crossed off Mark Davis and wrote as neatly as someone can write on their own wrist Blaine Anderson. "There! Perfect!" he declared.

"I love you Kurt."

"I love you too Blaine."