Fic: Over and Over, Chapter One
Title: Over and Over
Author: AoiTsukikage
Rating: PG-13 for now but will probably go up to NC-17 at some point
Characters/Pairing: Blaine/Kurt
Chapters: 1/?
Word Count: 2030
Summary: Soulmate!AU!fic. Blaine remembers every lifetime he’s ever lived, every time he’s found and loved and lost Kurt. Kurt doesn’t remember any of them except the one he’s living right now. (Spoilers for 5x01)
Chapter One
Initiating the meeting is always the hardest part. In some times and places it was easier, they were brought together by circumstances that forced them to interact, but right here and now he’s not sure how to go about it without being creepy (it’s been a while since he’s seen his other half, their last lifetime together had been one of the better ones. Times were changing and they both lived to a ripe old age, at least, so starting over again isn’t as fresh as it once was).
Still he’s not letting this chance pass him by, and he darts his eyes around the coffee shop before a smile graces his lips as he realizes that he’s currently at the table with the only free seat left on this busy autumn afternoon, which means unless the man’s in a hurry he’s going to come over.
Blaine’s planning on it, in fact, and he’s still got half of his coffee left so he tries to sit still and contain his rush of apprehension when the other man does indeed walk over. There’s a slight hitch in his breath, a subtle widening of his eyes that tells Blaine he feels the connection even if he has no idea why right now,
“Excuse me,” he says, and Blaine takes in the sound of his voice: higher than he’d expected, maybe, but melodious and assured and it somehow suits him. “Sorry, but is this seat taken? Everywhere else is full,” he shrugs apologetically and Blaine gestures for him to sit, which he does with a thin-lipped smile. “Sorry. Again. I’m not in the habit of interrupting strangers in coffee shops,” he laughs and Blaine feels some of the dread that was wrapped around his heart start to ease.
Maybe it won’t be so bad this time. They’re not in a war, they’re not in a place where disease runs rampant, and while of course something bad can still happen…for the first time, if they make it there, they can get married and that’s pretty fucking huge if he has to say so himself.
“Kurt Hummel. If we’re going to be sitting here for a while we might as well introduce ourselves,” he holds out his hand and Blaine reaches to take it, feeling a spark jump between their skin at the first contact. He knows Kurt feels it too, can see another burst of confusion in his eyes before he covers it up, but that one simple touch only confirms that this man…Kurt Hummel…is indeed his soulmate.
“Blaine Anderson,” he replies, and Kurt smiles serenely and crosses his legs, looking so at ease and confident in his own body. He’s not always, and more times than Blaine can care to count he’s been reluctant to enter into a relationship with another man, whether because of society or social standing or some other obstacles, but he has a feeling the fact that Blaine’s male won’t be a factor this time. In fact, it might even be a blessing.
“Well, Blaine Anderson, what brings you to apparently the busiest coffee shop in New York City?” Kurt asks, a little teasing and a little flirty and oh, well, this is already almost too easy.
“Just…scoping out the neighborhood,” Blaine says honestly. He’s not sure why he knew Kurt would be in New York, but somehow he’s always known, and even growing up with the parents he’d been given this time around (nice people, but not overly invested in his life) and his idiot of a brother (God, he’s going to miss Cooper when his time here is done) he’s always been working toward New York.
Add in the fact that he’s extremely musically gifted in this life and, well, musical theatre was an obvious choice and he’s talented enough that getting into the program he’d been looking at hadn’t been much of a challenge.
“I just started at NYADA as a freshman, so…”
“You’re joking!” Kurt’s eyes light up. “I’m at NYADA, too. Second year,” he adds and Blaine nods because that would explain why he hasn’t seen him around before. “Small world, huh?”
“You have no idea,” Blaine mumbles, too quiet to hear, because God, if only Kurt knew. “So maybe we’ll see each other around, then?”
“I’m sure we will,” Kurt replies, and Blaine’s about to ask a question when somebody brushes a little too close to the back of Kurt’s chair, nudging it and causing Kurt to curl in on himself almost instinctively. Blaine feels a surge of protectiveness wash over him that he has to tamp down, but this at least proves that Kurt’s not quite as confident and self-assured as he presents himself to be. “Sorry,” he says a moment later. “I’m just…you’re gay, right?”
Blaine nods without even thinking about it and Kurt sighs in obvious relief.
“I grew up in Ohio, and I…well, gay kid in conservative rural Ohio, you can imagine,” he laughs harshly and Blaine’s floored by the realization that he and Kurt probably grew up only a few hours apart from each other but he hasn’t met him until now and that’s almost disappointing.
“I’m from Ohio, too,” Blaine says even though his whole mouth feels dry. “Westerville.”
“You’re kidding? Lima. Were you in show choir?” Kurt leans forward interestedly. “Dalton’s in Westerville, right? We competed against them.”
“You were in New Directions?” Blaine almost squeaks because this has never really happened before, this chance almost-meeting several years before they actually meet properly.
“Yeah. But I think the year they competed against you I wasn’t there…my dad was having some health issues that fall and between that and getting harassed I quit Glee for a while,” he stops as if he’s afraid he’s revealing too much. “Sorry, you don’t need my life history and normally I don’t tell people this, but…”
But I trust you. But I feel like I’ve known you for a thousand years. But I feel safe with you.
The words hang unspoken but Blaine knows Kurt’s thinking them even if he doesn’t know why.
“It’s okay,” Blaine assures him. “Really. I…yeah, let’s just say I know a thing or two about getting bullied,” he adds, and while getting beat up outside of a school dance hardly compares to some of the pain he’s had to endure over the centuries, it’s still not anything he wants to relive. “But we’re here now, right?”
“We are,” Kurt holds his cup up and Blaine laughs and knocks his against it in toast of sorts. “And I…oh, shoot, I forgot, I have to go. Do you want to exchange numbers? It’s not every day you meet somebody from your old neck of the woods that’s going to the same school,” he’s obviously thinking he’s being too forward but Blaine’s just glad he doesn’t have to ask that and he nods, getting his phone out.
Technology has made life so easy, he thinks as they finish the exchange and Kurt promises to text him so they can meet again. There were times they went weeks or months without communication and if he wanted to find him he’d have to physically go and do it, but now Kurt’s always just a text or a phone call away.
But it’s still too easy, and too coincidental and something has to give, although Blaine’s barely finished thinking that when Kurt’s gathering up his things and standing. “I really do have to go, my boyfriend’s expecting me, but it was nice meeting you!” he waves and heads out of the shop and Blaine tries not to hit his forehead too hard when he slumps down against the table.
Of course Kurt has a boyfriend. Of-fucking-course he does.
000
“News to me.”
“Is he okay with you just…gossiping about him like this?”
“Look, Frodo, what Lady Hummel doesn’t know won’t hurt him, and I’ve got this Psychic Mexican Third Eye that lets me know if I’m talking to somebody I can trust. And I’ve decided that I like you, which doesn’t happen often, so appreciate it,” the girl stands upright and crosses her arms across her chest, one eyebrow raised as if daring Blaine to contradict her, and he wonders how he got into this situation.
Oh, wait, no he doesn’t, it’s because bad things always happen to him.
“So wait, you’re saying he doesn’t have a boyfriend?”
“I’m saying that he’s got commitment issues, and I don’t blame him. High school was rough, and it maybe should have been for me too but life’s got this ridiculous double-standard where the dickheads that threw him in dumpsters for being gay are the same ones that would pay to watch my girlfriend and I make out. Plus I’m a raging bitch, and Kurt’s got a sharp tongue sometimes but he can’t compare to me,” she grins then and slides into the seat across from him.
Santana Lopez, he thinks. Kurt had asked to meet him at this diner and he’d gone willingly, although before they could even order his phone was going off and he was rushing to meet this mysterious boyfriend again. Which is how he found out that two of Kurt’s best friends and roommates also work there, and Santana had apparently been observing them for long enough that she’s decided to take pity on Blaine because, as she started with, ‘you look like a puppy who just got scolded for peeing on the floor.’
He can’t say her frankness is unappreciated, though, because the more he knows about Kurt, the better.
“Look, Dapper Dan,” she whips a nail file out of…somewhere and starts working on her nails, seemingly not paying attention to Blaine at all. “How do I say this…most of the guys Kurt brings home? Are not his type. At all. And for a while I just thought maybe he was exceptionally bad at finding good men, but since he always brushed them off with something like, ‘he just wasn’t right’ or ‘it just didn’t feel right’ and never seemed too broken up…which is probably the weirdest part, since he pretty much cries at everything…I started thinking that maybe he’s not even trying at all,” she sighs. “So I might not know you, but you’re already about a million times more appropriate for our little pretty pony than anybody else he’s tried to go out with. Kurt needs somebody that’s going to sing stupid Broadway duets with him and be a perfect gentleman, and you certainly look the part.”
“So is this you giving me approval, or…?” Blaine starts because he’s still trying to figure her out and she purses her lips and pats his hand before standing up again.
“I’m saying you should go for it, because I want to see him happy, but if you hurt him you’re going to die a very slow, very painful death. Is that clear?” she’s certainly looking at him now, eyes boring into his and Blaine fights down the urge to tell her that whatever she’s got planned in that head of hers won’t be half as bad as some of the deaths he’s had in the past.
“Understood. Right now I just want to be his friend,” he says honestly, because that’s the best way to start, and she sighs and mumbles something in Spanish before muttering, ‘that’s what they all say’ and walking away.
He stays in the booth for a while, mulling this information over in his head and realizing that it makes a strange amount of sense. If the reason Kurt’s seemingly not trying to find a long-term partner is because subconsciously he knows that they’re not the one for him, then it should be easy to connect with him.
If, however, it’s for another reason, or some lingering fear from high school about getting too close to somebody that could hurt him, things are going to be a lot more difficult because the last thing Blaine wants to do is come on too strong and scare him away.
He knows Kurt is special, and not just because they’re soulmates.
He just hopes it won’t take too long for Kurt to feel the same way about him.
Prologue / Chapter Two
Notes:
1. Thank you all so much for the responses to the first chapter! I know soulmate!AUs aren’t uncommon in this fandom but I’m trying to go for an angle I haven’t really seen before and I hope it’s an interesting one :)
2. I know this chapter probably wasn’t all that exciting, but exposition is necessary to set up everything else and hopefully next chapter I can explore one of Kurt and Blaine’s past lives (I’ve got about six or seven of them planned out at this point, so we’ll see how that goes…)
3.Also, I'm on tumblr if you're interested, and feel free to ask questions about the fic or chat or whatever! My blog's at klainejolras (dot tumblr dot com) right now.
Author: AoiTsukikage
Rating: PG-13 for now but will probably go up to NC-17 at some point
Characters/Pairing: Blaine/Kurt
Chapters: 1/?
Word Count: 2030
Summary: Soulmate!AU!fic. Blaine remembers every lifetime he’s ever lived, every time he’s found and loved and lost Kurt. Kurt doesn’t remember any of them except the one he’s living right now. (Spoilers for 5x01)
Chapter One
Initiating the meeting is always the hardest part. In some times and places it was easier, they were brought together by circumstances that forced them to interact, but right here and now he’s not sure how to go about it without being creepy (it’s been a while since he’s seen his other half, their last lifetime together had been one of the better ones. Times were changing and they both lived to a ripe old age, at least, so starting over again isn’t as fresh as it once was).
Still he’s not letting this chance pass him by, and he darts his eyes around the coffee shop before a smile graces his lips as he realizes that he’s currently at the table with the only free seat left on this busy autumn afternoon, which means unless the man’s in a hurry he’s going to come over.
Blaine’s planning on it, in fact, and he’s still got half of his coffee left so he tries to sit still and contain his rush of apprehension when the other man does indeed walk over. There’s a slight hitch in his breath, a subtle widening of his eyes that tells Blaine he feels the connection even if he has no idea why right now,
“Excuse me,” he says, and Blaine takes in the sound of his voice: higher than he’d expected, maybe, but melodious and assured and it somehow suits him. “Sorry, but is this seat taken? Everywhere else is full,” he shrugs apologetically and Blaine gestures for him to sit, which he does with a thin-lipped smile. “Sorry. Again. I’m not in the habit of interrupting strangers in coffee shops,” he laughs and Blaine feels some of the dread that was wrapped around his heart start to ease.
Maybe it won’t be so bad this time. They’re not in a war, they’re not in a place where disease runs rampant, and while of course something bad can still happen…for the first time, if they make it there, they can get married and that’s pretty fucking huge if he has to say so himself.
“Kurt Hummel. If we’re going to be sitting here for a while we might as well introduce ourselves,” he holds out his hand and Blaine reaches to take it, feeling a spark jump between their skin at the first contact. He knows Kurt feels it too, can see another burst of confusion in his eyes before he covers it up, but that one simple touch only confirms that this man…Kurt Hummel…is indeed his soulmate.
“Blaine Anderson,” he replies, and Kurt smiles serenely and crosses his legs, looking so at ease and confident in his own body. He’s not always, and more times than Blaine can care to count he’s been reluctant to enter into a relationship with another man, whether because of society or social standing or some other obstacles, but he has a feeling the fact that Blaine’s male won’t be a factor this time. In fact, it might even be a blessing.
“Well, Blaine Anderson, what brings you to apparently the busiest coffee shop in New York City?” Kurt asks, a little teasing and a little flirty and oh, well, this is already almost too easy.
“Just…scoping out the neighborhood,” Blaine says honestly. He’s not sure why he knew Kurt would be in New York, but somehow he’s always known, and even growing up with the parents he’d been given this time around (nice people, but not overly invested in his life) and his idiot of a brother (God, he’s going to miss Cooper when his time here is done) he’s always been working toward New York.
Add in the fact that he’s extremely musically gifted in this life and, well, musical theatre was an obvious choice and he’s talented enough that getting into the program he’d been looking at hadn’t been much of a challenge.
“I just started at NYADA as a freshman, so…”
“You’re joking!” Kurt’s eyes light up. “I’m at NYADA, too. Second year,” he adds and Blaine nods because that would explain why he hasn’t seen him around before. “Small world, huh?”
“You have no idea,” Blaine mumbles, too quiet to hear, because God, if only Kurt knew. “So maybe we’ll see each other around, then?”
“I’m sure we will,” Kurt replies, and Blaine’s about to ask a question when somebody brushes a little too close to the back of Kurt’s chair, nudging it and causing Kurt to curl in on himself almost instinctively. Blaine feels a surge of protectiveness wash over him that he has to tamp down, but this at least proves that Kurt’s not quite as confident and self-assured as he presents himself to be. “Sorry,” he says a moment later. “I’m just…you’re gay, right?”
Blaine nods without even thinking about it and Kurt sighs in obvious relief.
“I grew up in Ohio, and I…well, gay kid in conservative rural Ohio, you can imagine,” he laughs harshly and Blaine’s floored by the realization that he and Kurt probably grew up only a few hours apart from each other but he hasn’t met him until now and that’s almost disappointing.
“I’m from Ohio, too,” Blaine says even though his whole mouth feels dry. “Westerville.”
“You’re kidding? Lima. Were you in show choir?” Kurt leans forward interestedly. “Dalton’s in Westerville, right? We competed against them.”
“You were in New Directions?” Blaine almost squeaks because this has never really happened before, this chance almost-meeting several years before they actually meet properly.
“Yeah. But I think the year they competed against you I wasn’t there…my dad was having some health issues that fall and between that and getting harassed I quit Glee for a while,” he stops as if he’s afraid he’s revealing too much. “Sorry, you don’t need my life history and normally I don’t tell people this, but…”
But I trust you. But I feel like I’ve known you for a thousand years. But I feel safe with you.
The words hang unspoken but Blaine knows Kurt’s thinking them even if he doesn’t know why.
“It’s okay,” Blaine assures him. “Really. I…yeah, let’s just say I know a thing or two about getting bullied,” he adds, and while getting beat up outside of a school dance hardly compares to some of the pain he’s had to endure over the centuries, it’s still not anything he wants to relive. “But we’re here now, right?”
“We are,” Kurt holds his cup up and Blaine laughs and knocks his against it in toast of sorts. “And I…oh, shoot, I forgot, I have to go. Do you want to exchange numbers? It’s not every day you meet somebody from your old neck of the woods that’s going to the same school,” he’s obviously thinking he’s being too forward but Blaine’s just glad he doesn’t have to ask that and he nods, getting his phone out.
Technology has made life so easy, he thinks as they finish the exchange and Kurt promises to text him so they can meet again. There were times they went weeks or months without communication and if he wanted to find him he’d have to physically go and do it, but now Kurt’s always just a text or a phone call away.
But it’s still too easy, and too coincidental and something has to give, although Blaine’s barely finished thinking that when Kurt’s gathering up his things and standing. “I really do have to go, my boyfriend’s expecting me, but it was nice meeting you!” he waves and heads out of the shop and Blaine tries not to hit his forehead too hard when he slumps down against the table.
Of course Kurt has a boyfriend. Of-fucking-course he does.
000
“News to me.”
“Is he okay with you just…gossiping about him like this?”
“Look, Frodo, what Lady Hummel doesn’t know won’t hurt him, and I’ve got this Psychic Mexican Third Eye that lets me know if I’m talking to somebody I can trust. And I’ve decided that I like you, which doesn’t happen often, so appreciate it,” the girl stands upright and crosses her arms across her chest, one eyebrow raised as if daring Blaine to contradict her, and he wonders how he got into this situation.
Oh, wait, no he doesn’t, it’s because bad things always happen to him.
“So wait, you’re saying he doesn’t have a boyfriend?”
“I’m saying that he’s got commitment issues, and I don’t blame him. High school was rough, and it maybe should have been for me too but life’s got this ridiculous double-standard where the dickheads that threw him in dumpsters for being gay are the same ones that would pay to watch my girlfriend and I make out. Plus I’m a raging bitch, and Kurt’s got a sharp tongue sometimes but he can’t compare to me,” she grins then and slides into the seat across from him.
Santana Lopez, he thinks. Kurt had asked to meet him at this diner and he’d gone willingly, although before they could even order his phone was going off and he was rushing to meet this mysterious boyfriend again. Which is how he found out that two of Kurt’s best friends and roommates also work there, and Santana had apparently been observing them for long enough that she’s decided to take pity on Blaine because, as she started with, ‘you look like a puppy who just got scolded for peeing on the floor.’
He can’t say her frankness is unappreciated, though, because the more he knows about Kurt, the better.
“Look, Dapper Dan,” she whips a nail file out of…somewhere and starts working on her nails, seemingly not paying attention to Blaine at all. “How do I say this…most of the guys Kurt brings home? Are not his type. At all. And for a while I just thought maybe he was exceptionally bad at finding good men, but since he always brushed them off with something like, ‘he just wasn’t right’ or ‘it just didn’t feel right’ and never seemed too broken up…which is probably the weirdest part, since he pretty much cries at everything…I started thinking that maybe he’s not even trying at all,” she sighs. “So I might not know you, but you’re already about a million times more appropriate for our little pretty pony than anybody else he’s tried to go out with. Kurt needs somebody that’s going to sing stupid Broadway duets with him and be a perfect gentleman, and you certainly look the part.”
“So is this you giving me approval, or…?” Blaine starts because he’s still trying to figure her out and she purses her lips and pats his hand before standing up again.
“I’m saying you should go for it, because I want to see him happy, but if you hurt him you’re going to die a very slow, very painful death. Is that clear?” she’s certainly looking at him now, eyes boring into his and Blaine fights down the urge to tell her that whatever she’s got planned in that head of hers won’t be half as bad as some of the deaths he’s had in the past.
“Understood. Right now I just want to be his friend,” he says honestly, because that’s the best way to start, and she sighs and mumbles something in Spanish before muttering, ‘that’s what they all say’ and walking away.
He stays in the booth for a while, mulling this information over in his head and realizing that it makes a strange amount of sense. If the reason Kurt’s seemingly not trying to find a long-term partner is because subconsciously he knows that they’re not the one for him, then it should be easy to connect with him.
If, however, it’s for another reason, or some lingering fear from high school about getting too close to somebody that could hurt him, things are going to be a lot more difficult because the last thing Blaine wants to do is come on too strong and scare him away.
He knows Kurt is special, and not just because they’re soulmates.
He just hopes it won’t take too long for Kurt to feel the same way about him.
Prologue / Chapter Two
Notes:
1. Thank you all so much for the responses to the first chapter! I know soulmate!AUs aren’t uncommon in this fandom but I’m trying to go for an angle I haven’t really seen before and I hope it’s an interesting one :)
2. I know this chapter probably wasn’t all that exciting, but exposition is necessary to set up everything else and hopefully next chapter I can explore one of Kurt and Blaine’s past lives (I’ve got about six or seven of them planned out at this point, so we’ll see how that goes…)
3.Also, I'm on tumblr if you're interested, and feel free to ask questions about the fic or chat or whatever! My blog's at klainejolras (dot tumblr dot com) right now.