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Nameless: Chapter 6


M - Words: 994 - Last Updated: Mar 15, 2013
Story: Complete - Chapters: 32/32 - Created: Feb 27, 2013 - Updated: Mar 15, 2013
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Author's Notes: I won't be updating as often over the weekend as I'll be working. Hopefully this will tide you over until I can get online. And once again sorry for the mix up with Chapters 4 & 5.

Not surprisingly Monday after school Wes insisted we go get coffee. We were only there about five minutes when Wes started bouncing in his chair.

"If you need to go to the bathroom just go." I told him.

"What? No. He's here!"

"Who's here?"

"Him! Your him! He's here!"

"Oh."

"I think he's alone Blaine!"

I turned around and waved at dream boy, he smiled and waved back.

"Well that's my cue to leave." Wes said standing up.

"You don't have to go." I told him.

"You can't have date with him if I'm sitting with you." he reasoned.

"Yeah ok. I'll see ya later."

"Bye Blaine" Wes called unnecessarily loud.

"Mind if I join you Blaine?" Dream boy asked.

"I was hoping you would."

He smiled.

"Since none of my friends are here to yell my name from across the coffee shop I suppose I should introduce myself. My name is Kurt."

"It is lovely to meet you officially."

"You as well."

"So tell me about yourself Kurt, where do you go to school?"

"McKinley high, you?"

"Dalton Academy."

"That explains the blazer."

I nodded.

"Can I ask you something?" He asked hesitantly.

"Of course."

"You don't have to answer this, but is it true that you don't have to a name on your wrist?"

I roll my sleeve up a little and show him my bare wrist. He reached over and touched the blank skin of my wrist; my skin tingled a little under his touch.

"How do you feel about it?" He asked.

"Not having a name?"

He nodded.

"I don't know. I mean it kinda sucks; everyone is always ether pitying me or envying me. Mostly I feel lonely."

"Why?"

"Because I know I'm going to end up alone."

"My mom died when I was eight..." he started.

"Oh Kurt, I'm sorry."

"It sucked. Anyway, my dad had her name on his wrist so when she died he thought that was it. He'd never have love again. But last year he met Carole, her son is in my glee club. Carole also lost her soul mate. They just got married, my dad and Carole, they might not be soul mates but it is pretty obvious that they are in love." He paused and looked at me. "Do you get what I'm getting at here?"

"I do, and thank you."

He smiled.

"So are you one of those people who believe that soul mates are a good thing or do you believe in free will?"

"Honestly I never thought about it. I mean, I've always taken comfort in the fact that out there is someone intended just for me but then how do I know that I will really like him? Maybe when I meet him I'll only love him because I'm supposed to, how do I know the fates didn't make a mistake and there isn't someone out there who is better suited for me?"

"The fates aren't infallible. I like that idea."

"I like to think of myself as a romantic but lately I find myself leaning more towards free will. I mean look at my dad and Carole. The fates didn't put them together, they did that themselves and they couldn't be better suited for each other."

"You know I think that's the best argument for free will I've ever heard." I told him.

"Thank you but the thing is I could make an argument for soul mates as well, I know my dad loved my mom and I don't think it was just because he was supposed to. That being said I still worry that when I meet my soul mate I'll never know how I truly feel about him. That is if I ever meet him, not everybody does you know."

"I know."

"I'm sorry does this topic completely suck for you? We can talk about something else."

"You know it usually does but I really like your perspective."

"That maybe due to the fact I've seen both sides in person, I'm unique."

"That you are. Could I....feel free to say no...could I see your wrist?" I asked.

He nodded and removed the leather cuff on his wrist before holding out his wrist to me. I looked at the name clearly written on him. Mark Davis. I slowly lowered my fingers to his wrist giving him plenty of time to pull away, I had never touched the name on someone's wrist, it's a really intimate thing to do so I never felt comfortable asking one of my friends or anyone in my family if I could touch theirs but I have always been curious, would it feel the same as my nameless wrist or can you feel the name? I gently touched the name, it was smooth, I wondered if his skin tingled at my touch the way mine had at his. I figured since he touched my wrist he would mine me touching his and apparently I was right.

"When I first saw you I really hoped your name was Mark." He said so softly I almost wasn't sure if he actually said it or if it was in my head.

"I wish my name was Mark." I replied just as softly.

"Would you ever go on a date with anyone who wasn't your soul mate?" I asked him.

"Depends on who it was." He replied.

"Me?"

"Is this hypothetical or are you asking me out?"

"I'm asking you out."

"In that case yes."

We exchanged phone numbers and agreed to go to Breadstix on Saturday, I had hoped for Friday but he has family dinners on Fridays; that must be nice.


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I had wondered if maybe Kurt was nameless as well or if he had Blaine's name. I'm glad to have that mystery solved. I'm interested to see where this goes.

I had considered both of those things but then I realised that Kurt had to have someone else's name on his wrist.'