Summary: Blaine's transfer to McKinley hasn't gone as well as he hoped and the pull to go back to Dalton keeps getting stronger.

Notes: Think of a soul mark being like your appendix. Once vital to existence, now not so much but it's still there.

Canon dialogue was used in this story. I do not (or have I ever had) any connection to the television series Glee.

Prologue

There have always been soul marks. Once marks were an important part of a person's anatomy, functioning to draw early man and woman together so they would procreate. For over 5 million years the system worked, then around 200,000 years ago things started to change. Humans had evolved enough to move throughout the earth by choice. Because of this, every so often a person would not find their pairing so they would not have children. Scientists referred to it as Survival of the Fittest.

By the time of Romeo and Juliet (the 13th century), marks no longer appeared at birth but on the younger match's 14th birthday. It was also much more common to never find one's match at all. Humans had adapted and began to experience love without a match. Some would even call themselves "soul mates without the mark". However, this love never came close to what was experienced by a couple who found each other.

After the Enlightenment (around the end of the 16th century), finding your soul mark match was exceedingly rare. Over time, marks disappeared altogether except if there was skin on skin contact between a pair. If this occurred, the intertwined script of both first initials would form on the inside of each person's right wrist.

From 1900 to 2011 only 5 matches were found worldwide. This is the story of number 5.

Soul Mates Handbook Chapter 1: Prior to a match

Although the soul mark is the only verifiable evidence of a match, one or both soul mates may sense the presence of the other when within 50 ft. radius. Symptoms can be (but are not limited to) a heightened state anxiety, nostalgia, déjà vu and/ or confusion. Since records began in 1850, 100% of mates report they attributed these feelings to outside forces in their lives and not the possibility of the presence of their soul mate.

As Blaine walked down the hall toward the Warbler Commons, he felt a deep sense of longing. He chalked it up to the fact he was regretting his transfer to McKinley. Everything was fine in the beginning then he won the role of Tony over Kurt. Not only that, Mercedes, Santana and Brittany went to the TroubleTones leaving the New Directions with only 9 members. And don't forget Finn being a total ass.

But then there was West Side Story. He loved everything about the play, even if Rachel could be overbearing at times…or, like all the time. He had become good friends with Artie and Mike and much to his surprise, and amusement, the jocks in the play seemed to like him. Sure, it had been embarrassing when Artie stated he and Rachel lacked passion and it was probably because they were virgins, but all in all it was amazing.

He was brought out of his thoughts by the opening lyrics of Uptown Girl being sung with Nick in the lead. A huge smile took over his face as he watched the Warblers with their crisply pressed uniforms, seamlessly synchronized dance moves and perfectly blended harmonies. God, he missed this.

Then he saw him…a beautiful boy he didn't recognize with eyes which seemed to pierce right into his soul. His stare was so intense Blaine forced himself to look away and focus on his friends. This became harder to do when he heard the voice of an angel coming closer. Of course, it was the beautiful boy who now wore a blazing smile as he pulled him over to join his friends. When the song ended, Blaine realized he had more fun than with any performance he had done with the New Directions. "You guys killed it, as always!"

"We'd sound so much better with you back in the mix. Is this your triumphant return to Dalton? Please?"

Blaine's heart almost broke listening to Trent practically beg him to come back. Every fiber in his body was screaming Yes! but he remembered the reason he was there. "Actually, I'm here to invite you guys to my opening night at McKinley. West Side Story. I reserved a whole block of tickets just for the Warblers. It would mean the world to me if you guys could come."

"We'll be there." Blaine was shocked as he realized the beautiful boy was the one to answer. "Once a Warbler, always a Warbler, right?"

The rest of the Warblers cheered but then walked away sensing something was going on between the two. Blaine sensed it as well but the only thing he was able to do was stretch out his hand. "Blaine Anderson."

"Sebastian Smythe."

When Sebastian's hand shook his, Blaine felt a jolt as if he had been zapped by a short-circuiting appliance but he couldn't let go. He must have also lost the ability to form intelligent sentences "Hi. Are you a freshman?"

"Do I look like a freshman?"

It was only then they both noticed that neither had let go of the other's hand. Etiquette dictated they should have but it was as if they were glued together. Reluctantly, they made greater effort to let go but instead their grip became tighter.

"What's happening?" Blaine whispered as he stared at their clinched hands.

It was then an excruciating pain stabbed at both of their right wrist causing them to cry out and break free at the same time. The few Warblers left in the room were able to catch their unconscious bodies as they fell to the ground but no one knew what else to do. It was Trent who noticed both boys were holding their right wrists. "Um…guys…um…"

"Spit it out, Trent!" Thad snapped only to immediately regret his tone. "I'm sorry man."

"I won't say it's ok, but it is understandable. This is shocking for all of us. What I was trying to say is check out their hands." All of the guys did but it wasn't enough to follow along. "I'm not saying it's anything, however, they are both holding their right wrist."

"Holy Shit!" Jeff yelled as he tried to loosen Blaine's left hand's grip on his right wrist. "You would think with him being unconscious and all he wouldn't have this much strength."

"Will one of you…"

"Oh my god, they're soul mates!" Nick yelled as he figured it out before Thad could snap again. "They're holding onto their right wrists because that's where their soul marks are." He turned to Jeff because he knew his bestie would be the expert. He had read every book, watched every documentary and had even visited the museum dedicated to the last known match. He lived for this stuff. "Should we call someone?"

Jeff looked at him like he had lost his mind. "Are you fucking kidding me? No, definitely not. Not only would this be world wide news because it's a soul match, it would be the first documented case of a same-sex match. I don't know if the world is ready that."

"Why not?" Trent asked with an innocence the rest still wished they had. "It would prove to homophobes love is a natural part of who we are."

"Maybe, but it doesn't mean people have to believe it." Jeff didn't elaborate. The four of them were aware of the reason Blaine enrolled at Dalton. "Guys, none of us can say anything to anyone about Blaine and Sebastian. They have to be the ones to decide what they want to do."

Somehow in all the excitement Blaine's phone must have fallen out of his pocket and it had begun to go off. Thad went to pick it up, praying the all too familiar ringtone of Blackbird didn't mean what he thought it did.

They weren't that lucky.

"Damn it! Guys, we've got a problem" he told the others as he showed the photo of who was calling. "It's Kurt."

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