Hello! Becky here, 16 year old child who is simply writing and blogging because she can't be bothered to do her school work. I used to mainly write YouTube Fanfiction but now I've made my leap to Blangst Fanfiction and this is what I will mainly post from now on. Sorry.
Prompt: BPOTD! #868 Blaine goes to by an engagement ring for his boyfriend, because he doesn’t think he will ever meet his soul mate (written on his wrist), but when he goes to the jewelry store, that’s when he meets Kurt!
Summary: Blaine Anderson has yet to find his soul mate, Kurt Hummel. So what happens when he goes to buy an engagement ring for his boyfriend and meets Kurt?
Warnings: None
Blaine had always believed in love. It was what drove him, finding that name on his wrist, written in calligraphy.
Kurt Hummel
Yet he'd never met a Kurt Hummel, his soul mate seemed to have been placed somewhere in the world where Blaine couldn't follow. It was like a cruel joke, taunting Blaine every time he looked at the words written on his wrist.
So he shopped around for someone to fill the void. Because not having a soul mate was eating him from the inside out.
Kevin Ive was a barista at the local coffee shop, who Blaine had been friends with since he'd gained his rather rapid coffee addiction. He had short blond hair and was slightly overweight, but he was funny and he understood Blaine's pain. The man hadn't found his soul mate. They both had black words instead of red, they both didn't have their one true love.
But they had each other.
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It was a few months before they started dating, before they gave in to their needs to be loved. It was only natural, some people fell in love with people who weren't written on their lists, but it wasn't true love. But it was enough.
The boys were good together, they balanced each other out even if they argued over small things that really didn't require it. Blaine wanted to find his true love, but he had lost his hope so he just let himself be drawn in by Kevin's jokes and the free coffee.
His best friend Quinn wasn't as happy about the pairing as he was.
"He's not your soul mate" She reminded him as she sat down opposite him, sipping on her own coffee. Kevin wasn't working that day so Quinn decided it would be that day that they talked about him.
"So? At this rate, I'll never meet Kurt Hummel, I'd rather be with someone who isn't the perfect fit then destroy myself finding a guy who may live in Australia" Blaine sighed.
"What happened to the Blaine Anderson who refused to give up on finding his soul mate? Who said, and I quote, I won't be happy without him."
"He's tired of searching" Blaine shrugged.
Quinn would keep pestering him, whenever he wasn't with Kevin but Blaine ignored her. He was tired of looking for someone who obviously wasn't looking for him. His soul mate clearly didn't care enough to find him, so why bother?
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"You're going to ask him to marry you?" Quinn raised an eyebrow as they both walked into Rings & Things, she had elected to help, even if she didn't approve.
"Yes, I am."
"You're going to marry someone who isn't your soul mate?"
"Yes! It's clear that I'll never find Kurt Hummel, so why bother being alone?"
"Yes?" A voice rang out from the counter, causing both of them to turn.
"Sorry, you said my name" The man shrugged, a soft smile on his face. Blaine's eyes widened and his eyes went to his wrist, watching the colour change from dark black to blood red.
Quinn looked like she was going to explode, a grin on her face.
"You're Kurt Hummel? I'm Blaine Anderson" He asked, watching the boy nod slowly before paling.
"Wait, Bl-as in the name on my wrist?" He quickly pulled back his sleeve to reveal Blaine's name, also red in colour.
"Hello" He smiled, all thoughts of Kevin gone and replaced with Kurt.
Prompt from blangstpromptoftheday from umblangst: Kurt is a famous fashion designer and Blaine is his boyfriend, and also 10 years younger. Blaine is constantly getting hate messages and so has gone as far as deleting twitter and Facebook. They start putting his hate mail in letters and one day Kurt is awoken to soft crying and torch light where Blaine is reading. He reads them too and he spends the night posting several messages to accounts called things like “hate-blaine” and “kurtdeservesbetter” telling them how he just woke to sobbing.
Everyone who was anyone in the fashion world had heard of Kurt Hummel. It was impossible not to have heard of him, the industry raved about his out of the box styles and his ability to weave a whole fashion line to fit or even precede the latest trend. He was the best, his clothing sold for hundreds if not thousands of dollars depending on what it was. He enjoyed his work, each design reflected something in his life, from his deceased Mother, to his Father and most of all, his boyfriend Blaine.
Blaine Anderson was a barely 20 singer who Kurt had met by accident at a coffee shop. Kurt heard the singer and fell in love, Blaine had the voice of an angel and he actually knew quite a lot about fashion. He helped Kurt on projects, secretly though as Blaine didn't want to be in that spotlight. He wasn't as emotionally strong as Kurt, wasn't able to stand in front of a whole load of people and talk about his fashion choices.
Kurt liked having Blaine around, it was grounding, seeing someone who wanted to be in front of a crowd, but only a small one. Blaine only wanted to make art and help people, he was okay with being behind the curtain as opposed to in front with Kurt. It was how they worked, Kurt helped Blaine by being supportive of him and trying to build up some confidence in him while Blaine grounded Kurt and made sure he didn't fly too far to the sun.
When they'd first got together, the tabloids were all over the story.
Kurt Hummel on date with mystery man.
Blaine Anderson revealed as Kurt Hummel's boyfriend.
Kurt Hummel and Blaine Anderson watch the catwalk together!
But with every good story that surfaced, bad ones floated up too.
Blaine Anderson 15 pound weight gain.
Sing a bad note Blaine?
Blaine Anderson with no gel is a hell no.
They both had known the risk of Blaine being pulled into the spotlight with Kurt, he'd get attacked as he wasn't famous, he was simply famous by association. But they were willing to ignore that simply for the need to be with each other. Kurt made sure to show just how much he loved Blaine, they kissed in public, Kurt named a fashion line after him and he had more plans to go to get Blaine to the level of celebrity that Kurt's fans thought he should be before even thinking of dating Kurt.
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"A photoshoot?" Blaine asked, lowering his Vogue Magazine to look directly at Kurt. Kurt wanted him to be the model for the Blaine A. Fashion line, since it was all inspired by Blaine's attire. It was an idea that Blaine wasn't fully happy about, since it meant having his photo taken by lots of men who could judge him on his outfit choice, on how it looked on him. Since he saw the headline about his weight, he'd become very self concious about it, much to Kurt's dismay.
"Yes! Come on, you're perfect to be the model and I wouldn't have anyone else in the world showcase it" Kurt sat down on the sofa with him, linking Blaine's free hand with his own and rubbing small circles across his knuckles. Kurt wasn't only trying to get Blaine's image up, he was trying to get Blaine's self image up, he hated seeing his boyfriend have to look around when they're eating out to see if someone will see his burger or his salad.
"But you have tons of models who it'd work for...what about Sam? Or Noah? Finn would be a stretch, but he'd be better then me" Blaine was grasping at straws, he didn't want to give the public more ammo to use against him. They already thought he was putting on weight, pictures of him in Kurt's wares might make them believe even more that he can't control his weight.
"Sam doesn't have the body shape, it wouldn't suit Noah and I'm pretty sure we don't have any in Finn's size. Please Blaine, trust me, you'll look amazing and I want people to see my fabulous, hot as hell boyfriend exactly the way I see him. Perfect in every way" Kurt leaned over to kiss Blaine's jaw, leaving a trail of kisses down his neck. He was rewarded with the gasp he had been looking for and the tension melting away from Blaine's shoulders.
"But you know how I feel abo-"
"Yes and you know how I feel about you putting yourself down. You're amazing Blaine, your voice is like an earth bound angel, you look like one too and I wish that you could see it" Kurt knew he'd won when he saw the look in Blaine's eye that usually came out when Kurt wanted to watch Project Runway while Blaine was watching Doctor Who and Blaine let Kurt watch his show.
"Fine, I'll do it" Blaine sighed, there wasn't any way around it. Kurt could be stubborn when he wanted his way and Blaine found it easier not to fight every single time. He'd seen the fashion line, he loved it and he just hoped that the audience loved it on him.
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The shoot went well, at least from Kurt's point of view.
Blaine felt like he'd been forced into hell for a few hours.
He hadn't been ready for the sheer muscle and hotness that the models had. He'd felt so out of place, having his photo taken in Kurt's clothing while the other models watched him. He could almost /hear/ their thoughts over how inferior he was compared to them. He'd been happy to leave and hide back at home with Kurt and a season of Sex In The City.
The pictures looked good, Blaine had really captured the essence of the line, which wasn't hard considering that it was based on his wardrobe. The pictures were already online, Blaine A. was going live as they left, streaming to every computer in the country first before crossing to others.
While Kurt was excited, Blaine was not.
Blaine didn't want anyone to see his pictures, his insecurities were warring inside of him with the self confidence that Kurt had helped him build during their relationship. What if the fat people thought he had was actually there? What if he wasn't smiling like a normal human? These questions were at the front of his mind and that scared him a lot. He just wanted to be normal, someone who wasn't on the cover of very gossip magazine or front lining something. Was it too much to ask for ordinary?
He didn't say this to Kurt, because his boyfriend had that smile on his face that was only reserved for him. His I'm so proud of you smile that danced in his eyes and lit up his whole face. Blaine wouldn't do anything to stop that smile.
How bad could it be?
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As it turned out, very bad.
Blaine logged onto his Twitter, something Kurt had said he /had/ to get, a few days after the photos had been released. He could see that his follower count went up, since Kurt and him tweeted while they were out and about and too lazy to text. He noticed there was more mentions of his name and stupidly decided to look.
@kurtdeservesbetter: @BANDerson Why can't you leave Kurt already? was a slap to the face.
@hate-blaine: @BANDerson You'd think dating a fashion designer you'd know weight control #losetheweight was a punch to the gut.
@dieblainedie: @BANDerson Just disappear, no-one will miss you #truth was a stab to the heart.
He hadn't realized he was crying until a drop landed on his phone screen. He scanned through the rest, a weird sense of morbid fascination with the tweets all saying one basic thing. He wasn't good enough for Kurt.
He didn't know what to think, what to do. He couldn't tell Kurt, he'd get angry, do something reckless and ruin his reputation. Blaine might not like being in the spotlight, but Kurt belonged there and Blaine wasn't going to be the one to stop him.
He wasn't planning on leaving Kurt, he was just going to ignore them and hope they go away. It's only the internet, it isn't real.
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Over the next few weeks, the tweets became too much and Blaine deleted his account. He explained it to Kurt that he felt insecure with all the bullies out there that could attack him and Kurt let him do it. Kurt didn't need to know that they already were attacking him.
He also didn't say why he deleted his Facebook was for the same reason, one fan had found his account and spread it to the others. The constant messages and comments left by people who didn't like him with Kurt were wearing away at his heart and his soul. He just wanted it to end, wanted it to stop.
He barely went outside any more, claiming to his work that he was feeling ill, that he'd caught some 24 hour bug that was lasting for a week at a time. That his non-existent cat had died and he had to bury it. He'd even used the excuse that he was going somewhere with Kurt, even though Kurt was unaware of this.
It was tiring, he'd even started getting mail concerning how he wasn't worth enough to be Kurt's boyfriend, to even exist. He couldn't sleep as each comment was burned into his brain, running laps in his head. Round and round, like clockwork.
He stayed up into the early hours of the morning, reading over each and every hand-written insult, every single typed threat on his life shoved into a too small envelope, the stamp stuck just on the envelope. The cries of a mad man/woman being sent to someone who is living the life that the mad mind wants to live.
He's becoming a madman, his mind a warrior of self hatred.
He doesn't know when it's going to end.
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It ended a week later, on a Monday night. Well, technically a Tuesday morning, but Kurt counts it as the night as the sun hasn't come up. That's the first thing that confuses him, it's still dark outside and the reassuring heat of his boyfriend isn't permeating his side. Usually Blaine refused to get up and ended up koalaing him whenever he was awake because it's too early.
It is disorientating and scary, a fear that his boyfriend was lying on the floor of their apartment injured catapulted him to full awareness. It was silly, but he was famous and he wasn't blind, he knew that Blaine wasn't a fan favourite. They wanted him to be with Sam if anyone, not that he would. Sam was straight and while he was hot, he wasn't Blaine. No-one could give him what Blaine did. Blaine gave him his soul, everything in him went with every gesture and he thrived on it. He sat up, eyes scanning the room before seeing a small amount of light under the door.
It was too small a light to be the main light, it wasn't flickering like a candle light would, it was strong but small. A torch.
Carefully he tip-toed out of his bed, because it could be a burglar and while that would be pretty impressive since he lived in a gated community away from the public, it was still dangerous. He slowly opened the door and peered round, feeling slightly better as he saw his boyfriend was the torch welder.
He was about to open his mouth when a sob from Blaine cut him off. It was the worst sound he'd ever heard from Blaine, it was almost silent except for a soft hitch as Blaine breathed. How long had Blaine been out there?
"Blaine?" He asked softly, not surprised when the younger boy jumped about four foot in the air. Blaine often got absorbed in things and zoned out.
"Kurt" He started, desperately trying to hide something behind his back.
"What are-are those letters?" Kurt asked carefully, pulling them from Blaine's grasp to see several folded up letters and one which had been crumpled, obviously the letter he had ebeen reading. Why would Blaine get letters? Anyone who knew Blaine well enough to send them had his number.
Blaine was silent as Kurt flicked one open.
You better break up with Kurt now, before more things are drawn to your natural orbit, since you're fat enough to create one.
He opened another.
If you disappeared, no-one would care.
A tear fell from his eyes as he opened another.
Kurt deserves better.
He looked over at Blaine, seeing just how tired Blaine looked. How anyone could send such horrible things to Blaine was beyond him. It was like they were ignoring how perfect his personality is.
"How long has this been going on?" He asked softly, if he raised his voice, he knew that Blaine would panic and think that he was mad at him. The younger boy was already on edge now, he didn't want to make it worse.
"A few weeks..." Blaine mumbled, curling into what Kurt had nicknamed his puppy position. He pulled his legs up to his chest and rested his face behind his knees so only his eyes peered over the top. He looked like a kicked puppy.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"I didn't want you to worry. It started on Facebook and Twitter, after the photoshoot. It just...got worse" He wasn't raising his voice over a whisper, afraid to anger Kurt, he could see anger burning behind his eyes.
"Blaine" Kurt started, "I'm so sorry, I'm going to fix it" Kurt promised, pulling Blaine into a hug which was hard considering he was curled up in a chair. He kissed Blaine's hair as Blaine relaxed into his embrace.
Kurt was going to make it all better.
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Kurt was beyond pissed, he hated every single person who had sent Blaine a horrible message. He'd found the other letters, read the Twitter posts and the Facebook pages all dedicated to making his boyfriend feel like crap.
He had wanted to protect Blaine, to build up his self esteem to finally accept how big he would be as a famous singer, which he was /totally/ going to be.
But some stupid fans had decided to wreck all Blaine's progress and he hated all of them for it. He had messaged several of the people publicly, not even caring how it would make him look and showing them just how pissed their idol was.
@kurthummelfashion: @kurtdeservesbetter You should be ashamed of yourself. Blaine is an amazing human being and you've been basically bullying him. You make me sick.
Each message along those words made him feel less angry at them and he was sure Blaine had checked online to see them and was almost smiling because of it.
Kurt wasn't going to stand for bullying, especially when it was someone he loved.
He'd kill for Blaine and if that meant blackballing several twitter accounts online so his actual fans attacked them, well that was just karma.
This was requested by scenicdaisy on AO3, who wanted a sequel to Cooper Remembers from Blaine's point of view.
Blaine didn't remember much about his life before the Carlingtons'. It was hazy, flickering snippits of soundless pictures. Over time, they had begun to fade and had turned to dust, being sucked into a box and placed on a mental shelf. Tidied away because it was a false memory planted by people he wasn't supposed to know.
At least, that was what Daddy said. Daddy used to be his teacher, the teacher who always gave him chocolate and gold stars, even if he forgot to do the work. The teacher gave him a chocolate the day his world changed, the day his life was thrown into a weird time warp. He only called it that because that was the song that was playing when he ate the chocolate and everything went dark.
He'd woken up in a big room, it was twice the size of his old one. The bed was extra bouncy, with Spiderman covers and glow in the dark stars blasted across the top of the ceiling. There was musical instruments across the room and the walls were painted black with white dots for stars. It was the room he'd drawn for an assignment by Daddy, he'd drawn his dream room and Daddy had created it.
He remembered the pancakes Daddy had made him that first day, telling him how he was home now. How his Daddy had been searching for him since he was a baby, that his parents had take him from the hospital and he was taking him back.
He wasn't sure if he should feel safe or in danger, but the pancakes were good so he decided safe.
He was so excited about the pancakes that the real questions weren't asked until later. Daddy instructed him to call himself Blaine Carlington, Anderson wasn't his name which was hard since he had called himself Blaine Anderson since he could remember. Though that wasn't very long, so it only took a few weeks before the name crumbled into ash.
Like the other memories of his real past.
*****
A hyperactive 8 year old bounced around his house, since he wasn't allowed to leave when he wasn't at school. Because he might be kidnapped, a stranger could take him and Daddy didn't want that. Daddy wanted to keep him safe.
He did get bored though, what was he supposed to do in the big house on his own? He decided on TV, it was easy and Spongebob was always on.
Though when he turned on the TV, it was the boring news. Daddy liked watching it for some reason, he always checked the news for some story that was never on.
"And it has been 2 years since Blaine Anderson was abducted from his school in Westerville, Ohio" The newsreader spoke and Blaine's head shot up. The name sounded familiar, so close to his own.
But before he could hear any more, the TV went dark and Daddy stood in front of him.
"What are you doing?" He asked and he sounded angry. Daddy was always angry at him, over things he didn't understand. He didn't like it when Blaine went into the garden to play, when Blaine wanted to stay round a friend's house, even when Blaine wanted to have his photo taken by the school.
Daddy didn't like anything that Blaine did and he was mean.
"I wanted to watch Spongebob."
"That was the news!"
"I just turned it on!"
The smack came before Blaine could register Daddy's hand moving. His face moved with the force of the slap.
"Don't talk back to me" His Father spat.
"But-" Another slap interrupted the small boy who at that moment felt like an ant.
"You're not allowed to watch TV without me or your mother in the room" His Daddy left and Blaine curled up, crying over how much his face hurt.
And how unfair everything was.
What other kids weren't allowed to watch TV? Or go outside?
It wasn't fair.
*****
The 11 year old boy had never felt so out of place, so lost in a home that didn't feel like home.
Blaine missed his friends, those he made at school and those who got to stay over each other's houses.
"Dad, I want to stay around Cameron's house" Blaine stated, crossing his arms to show how serious he was about this.
"No."
"Why not?"
"Because we don't know him! He could hurt you!" His Father had his general <i>I'm pissed so I'm not going to listen look</i> on his face. It annoyed the hell out of Blaine and he didn't know why he wasn't allowed to do things normal kids did.
"You're being too over protective!"
He almost expected the slap, but with his Father, Blaine could never tell when it was coming.
"Go to your room."
Blaine climbed the steps to his room which was still as childish as it was when he moved in. When he was younger it was cool, now it was old. He had stuck up posters only to have them taken down while he was at school.
His life wasn't his life, it was his Father's which was being forced on him and he hated it.
Why was he letting his Father tell him what to do. The burning cheek reminded him. Fear was a powerful motivator.
*****
15 year old Blaine was the most inquisitive, he was the one who wanted to find out what had happened with his life. He couldn't find anything under the name Blaine Carlington when he typed it into Google, it wasn't there. he was a ghost and that scared him.
If he was a ghost, then who was he haunting?
He had started at Dalton after he'd come out, but he was still giving weekly updates to his Dad about everyone. He wouldn't be surprised if he'd run security checks on everyone. He'd be more surprised if the man hadn't.
He'd made friends and he felt more freedom in his life then ever before. Yet his life wasn't his own. He didn't get to chose what he did, he had to run it past his Father before he could to it otherwise some punishment would come knocking at his door.
It had taken far more slaps before he had managed to get a dorm room, he managed to move away from his Father and he got to live in Westerville. Sure, it was a long way to commute every break, but it was fine.
He was ready to find himself, to become more then a ghost. He wanted something to call his own, his own personality, his own mind.
His own life.
****
Kurt Hummel was the greatest person he had ever met. Kurt was willing to help him find himself, he loved Blaine more then anything.
At 16 years old, he'd found his soul mate and he didn't want his Father to take him away. So he kept it a secret from him. Otherwise, he'd lose him forever. He wanted this and nothing was going tu ruin it.
"Love you" Blaine spoke against Kurt's lips as they made out on Kurt's bed. The bed was much comfier then the one he had shared when he was back home, which was all the time now he'd transferred to McKinley.
"Love you too" Kurt whispered back, tongue licking into Blaine's mouth. Burt wasn't home so they were taking the chance at a very long make-out session. It was stifling still at McKinley as they weren't sure if they were safe, even with the promises from New Directions to keep them safe.
Their bodies moved in an unspoken melody, complimenting each other perfectly.
That was, until Kurt's phone rang.
"Noooooooo" Blaine whined as Kurt pulled back, checking the screen.
"It's my Dad" He sat up and answered it while Blaine pouted.
The younger boy zoned out until Kurt's voice cut through his daydream.
"Are you sure?...Okay...I'll get him ready" He looked over at Blaine and the look he gave was nothing less then pure pity.
"You okay? Is Burt okay?" Blaine sat up, noticing how pale Kurt looked.
"Blaine...how long have you lived with your Dad?"
"All my life" Blaine raised an eyebrow.
"Did you? Or did you live with someone else?"
"I don't think so, what is this about?"
"My Dad has a guest in the shop. He's handing out flyers with your name on, well, Blaine Anderson. He also has a picture, they changed this old picture of this missing 6 year old and it looks exactly like you" He sounded so scared, so afraid.
Blaine wasn't sure what to think, something about the name rang a bell.
"The guest says he's your brother. Cooper Anderson."
"I don't have a brother" Blaine's voice was unsure. He didn't know if the truth was what was being presented to him or not. Was this why he felt like a ghost?
"Oh Blaine" Kurt pulled him into a hug, just as the dams broke in Blaine.
He was led downstairs by Kurt not long after he had calmed down, though it was a temporary calm. His brother was coming, the one he didn't remember because it had been so long since he'd thought of his youth, when he was 6 and everything changed.
He wanted the proof, he needed to see his brother. Needed to see his life.
A knock startled them both and Kurt went to answer it. He stood out the way and there was an older man that looked so familiar. He looked like he was about to cry, about to dissolve into emotions that were stifling the room.
"Coop?" He asked, the name was bouncing to the front of his mind along with a memory of the man as a boy, helping Blaine build sand castles in the front yard. The older man seemed to recognise the name, it fitted with Cooper, since it was only two letters short.
He ran to the man and hugged him, feeling strong, loving arms hug him back. He could just feel how right this was. He felt the protection and that made the final pieces fit together. His Father wasn't his Father, he was his kidnapper. He wasn't keeping him safe, he was keeping him hostage.
He wasn't a ghost, he was an echo and now he was reverberating back to his source.
Have you guys never seen the original Starbucks logo? It’s still up at the first store in the Pike Place (which isn’t actually the first store, but shhhh)
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