A/N so this is inspired by a prompt I found on tumblr, reblogged by my friend Jay and posted by colferschristopher. I really really liked the prompt and so...this little multi chapter was born. And I am determined to finish it this time, I actually know where it's going and what the ending is. So..yepp. First chapter is short to set the scene and what not, subsequent chapters will be longer. Rated K for now, who knows in the future (cheeky)

From the moment his son was born, Burt Hummel always knew he'd grow up unique, special, a one of a kind guy. He never knew quite how special his son would end up being.

It was a chilly Tuesday morning when Kurt found it. He had been playing on the floor of his bedroom, setting up his teddies for a tea party, when he turned his arm over, and caught sight of the strange black marks on his pale forearm. The young boy narrowed his eyes at them, trying to make sense of what it was. He knew his letters, but couldn't read whole words yet. Giving up, he ran downstairs to his dad.

"Daddy?" the high pitched voice floated through the house and his father stuck his head around the doorway.

"Mmm Kurty?" came the reply, and Kurt moved towards Burt, holding out his arm.

"What's this?" he asked in the curious, innocent voice of a seven year old. Burt knelt down to get a better look, sucking in a deep breath as he realised what it was his son had found.

Everyone knew about soulmates. They were something of a legend, or an urban tale, told to young kids as a bedtime story, laughed about over a pint. They were rare, a case hadn't been recorded in over fifty years, and many people were sceptical over whether they even existed, Burt included. But here..here was the solid proof thatsoulmates existed. And his son…his only son, his pride and joy, had one.

His excitement was marred slightly though. The name on Kurt's arm….it was the name of a boy. Kurt was barely seven years old, and yet his sexuality was defined for him by one name etched into his small forearm. The older man had no idea how he felt about that yet. Sure, his son had always been more…feminine, than other boys his age. But even so, Burt had always imagined Kurt's future with a woman, getting married, having kids…all the normal things. And now his future would change entirely, and Kurt had no choice. Everyone knew soulmates had to end up together. There was nothing anyone could do about it, even if they wanted to.

"Daddy?" Kurts small voice brought Burt back to reality, and his father swallowed hard.

"Kurt, do you remember when I read you that story about the boy and girl who had each others names on their arms?" Burt asked softly, gazing his son in the eyes. The small child nodded, eager to please.

"You called them…soulmates" his small brow furrowed with the effort of remembering. Burt smiled, pleased Kurt had remembered.

"Yeah. Soulmates. That name on your arm Kurt…that's your soulmate" Burt watched as Kurt's expression went from confusion to shock to excitement.

"Tell me the name!" Kurt insisted. Burt took a deep breath.

"Well Kurt…he's called Hunter. Hunter Clarington."