12 May.

Kurt looked down at the date inscribed in his arm and sighed. It was that time of year again, and to make it worse, it was the day of sectionals.

People were born with a date on their arm, and this was the date that people would meet their soul mates. It was usually amazing coming up to the date, being excited at the prospect of finally meeting the one you would be with for ever, but it was getting tiresome.

All of Kurt's friends had already found their soul mates, and Kurt was sick of the disappointment. The odds of finding another gay boy in Lima, who was open enough to accept him for all of his flamboyant-ness , were very very slim.

Kurt was pulled out of his daze by Mr. Shue walking through the door of the choir room. He looked at the seat next to him to see Rachel giggling at something Finn said and he sighed again. It was okay for them, they had found their soul mates in freshman year. Kurt wasn’t sure he would ever find that special person.

“Right!” Mr. Shue said to get everyone’s attention. He opened his mouth to speak again, but was cut off by the annoying whine of Rachel Berry.

“Mr. Shue, I have found the perfect song for me to sing at sectionals-” Kurt was surprised when the teacher cut her off.

“Rachel, as great as I’m sure you’d be in anything you choose, I think I’m going to be giving the solo in this competition, to Kurt.”

Kurt's head snapped up in shock. “Really Mr. Shue? Are you sure?”

The teacher nodded. “I’m sure. You have an amazing voice Kurt and we need to showcase it. Can you pick something and give us a demonstration tomorrow?”

He looked away from Kurt and continued talking, and Kurt sunk down into his chair in contentment. Maybe this 12 May wouldn’t be so bad after all.

“Blaine!”

Blaine whipped his head up at the sound of his name, breaking out of his train of thought. “Sorry, what?”

Wes, the head councilman sighed in annoyance. “I said. we’re singing a new song which you will be learning today. It’s called ‘Don’t You’ by some guy called Darren Criss.”

Blaine simply nodded again, and Wes was satisfied and turned back to the rest of the group. This time of year was always bad for Blaine. Everyone else in the Warblers had already found their soul mate, and he knew he wasn’t going to find his at least until he went to New York.

It was bad enough that he had to deal with the anxiety of, yet again, not finding his soul mate, but it was the day of sectionals. He couldn’t afford to lose focus.

The last 12th May he had been so alert, looking for any signs of his soul mate that he hadn’t noticed the bullies coming up behind him. He had been beaten to a pulp and sent to the hospital. He was stuck with that memory, and now the same time was coming around again.

He was not looking forwards to this sectionals competition.

Kurt opened his eyes and squinted at the bright light. He looked over at his alarm clock, and his heart immediately jumped into his throat. 12th May. Today was the day of sectionals. His first solo.

He headed down the stairs and the smell of bacon and eggs were wafting towards him. Finn was humming at the stove and he turned around to give Kurt his plate with a big smile on his face. “Hey dude! You excited?”

Kurt attempted to swallow the lump in his throat and he nodded. He walked up to the island and began to eat his breakfast. They ate in silence until Kurt’s dad came down the stairs, sniffing at the smell of food.

“Hey kiddo!” He said, ruffling Kurt's hair, thankfully he hadn’t styled it yet, and he made to help himself to the food left on the stove. “You ready?”

Kurt smiled. “Yeah, I’m fine. I mean, this is never a great day, but having a solo perks it up.”

Burt grinned at his son. “That’s the spirit! Well ,we’d better go or you guys are going to miss the bus!”

“BLAINE ANDERSON YOU GET YOUR ASS ON THIS BUS RIGHT NOW OR YOU ARE WALKING TO SECTIONALS!” David screamed up the stairs, attempting to get Blaine out of his room. Said person was standing looking at himself in the mirror, as he had been for the last half an hour, attempting to tame his hair. He sighed in resignation and he realised that it just wasn’t working, so he started heading down the stairs.

“Coming!” He called. He took a deep breath. This was always a stressful time, and to add to it the fact that he was singing the lead in both songs, well it added up.

He clomped down the stairs and when he got to the bus door he was rewarded with the sight of a very annoyed David. As soon as he was within reach, David grabbed Blaine and hauled him on the bus.

“Finally! Now let’s go win sectionals!” The Warblers erupted into cheers as the bus pulled away from the curb.

Kurt opened the doors of the hall and took a look around. Mercedes bounded up towards him; she was the only one who knew what the little date on his arm said. “Hey Kurt, it’s going to be okay. Maybe you’ll find your soul mate here?” she said with a hopeful look on her face.

The Warblers walked past a big group of students, most likely the New Directions. The group was chatting animatedly about the competition, but really, Blaine couldn’t care less. He was looking around for any sign of his soul mate when he hear a girl’s voice wafting towards him.

“Maybe you’ll find your soul mate here?” Blaine took a sharp breath as he strained to listen to the beautiful voice that replied.

“It’s not that simple, Mercedes. I need to make eye contact with him, and who would want to look at me?”  At the sound of the voice, Blaine was entranced. He had to find out who it was, even if it lost them the competition.

He pushed through the group of Warblers, being met with a lot of protest, but by the time he got out, all he could see was a pale hand disappearing around the corner. Just Blaine’s luck.

Kurt was fiddling in his seat. He had completely tuned out the old show choir that was performing and was focusing on his performance. They had drawn second, which meant that they would be going next. He knew it wasn’t a big deal, but he couldn’t help it.

There was applause sounding through the room as the seniors performance ended. Kurt’s breath caught in his throat as he got up and started walking backstage.

Blaine was sitting his seat, rolling his eyes. Sure the old people were cute, but they weren’t good! The Warblers had it in the bag! It was so obvious who was going to win.

The lights went down and Blaine turned his attention back to the stage.

“And now, all the way from Lima, Ohio, the New Directions!”

The lights came up on stage and Blaine’s breath caught in his throat.

It was him.

Blaine stared up at the beautiful boy on the stage as he opened his mouth to sing.

I'm still alive but I'm barely breathing

Just praying to a God that I don't believe in

'Cause I got time while she got freedom

'Cause when a heart breaks no it don't break even

Blaine was in shock. He never expected his soul mate to be so, well, perfect. He knew he had to bring his best if he wanted to impress this amazing boy.

What am I supposed to do when the best part of me was always you,

And what am I supposed to say when I'm all choked up and you're ok

I'm falling to pieces, yeah,

I'm falling to pieces

What am I gonna do when the best part of me was always you and

What am I supposed to say when I'm all choked up and you're ok

(Oh glad your okay now)

I'm falling to pieces yeah

(Oh I'm glad your okay)

I'm falling to pieces yeah

(One still in love while the other ones leaving)

I'm falling to pieces

('Cause when a heart breaks no it don't breakeven)

Oh it don't break even no

Oh it don't break even no

Oh it don't break even no

Blaine jumped to his feet and clapped as loudly as he could. His teammates looked at him questioningly and Wes turned to him. “What’s gotten in to you Blaine?”

Blaine just grinned at him and silently slid his arm towards him. Wes stared at the small date, but finally he smiled and clapped Blaine on the back. “I knew you’d find him.”

Kurt exhaled as the song drew to a close. He had done it. His first solo. He was surrounded by his teammates who were all congratulating him, and he just grinned in complete bliss.

They headed back stage and he didn’t even notice the pair of eyes staring at him as they crossed the path of the other competing show choir.

Kurt sat down in his chair, still on cloud 9, and watched as the light dimmed once more for the final performance of the day.

The lights went up on stage to reveal a group of blazer clad boys all standing in a formation, but with one boy in front. Kurt’s eyes immediately went to him, and they never left.

It was him.

They boy he had been looking for was standing on the stage, singing. Kurt started internally freaking out. Oh no! He heard me sing! The first time he ever saw me and it was singing!

Mercedes put a reassuring hand on his shoulder, sensing his internal struggle, and squeezed lightly as the boy began to sing.

Say, wasn’t that a funny day?
Gee, you had a funny way—a way about you
A kind of glow of something new.
Sure—I’ll admit that I’m the same.
Another sucker for a game kids like to play,
And the rules they like to use.

Don’t you want the way I feel?
Don’t you want the way I feel?
Don’t you want the way I feel for you?

Blaine sang his heart out, knowing that this song was going out to his soul mate, the person he would be spending the rest of his life with, the amazing boy with the amazing voice.

The sun: telling me the night is done.
Well I refuse to let it stop our fun.
Close your eyes—we’ll make it dark again
And kiss; there’s a thought, so how ’bout this?
Let’s pretend that both our lips are made of candy.
After all, we need sweets every now and then.

Don’t you want the way I feel?
Don’t you want the way I feel?
Don’t you want the way I feel for you?

Don’t you want the way that I feel for you?

Blaine was on a high as he finished the song, and as soon as the lights went down, he ran backstage, knowing what was waiting for him, the Warblers following behind.

Kurt jumped up from his seat and ran out into the hallway, determined to find this boy. The New Directions all jumped up to follow him.

Blaine skidded around the corner and saw a group of people standing before him, with the boy grinning in the front. He stepped forwards.

Kurt stuck his hand out towards the boy with the curly hair. “I’m Kurt Hummel.” He said, still grinning hugely.

“Blaine Anderson. I’ve been looking for you forever.”