A/N: Am I really starting something new? Again? Yes, yes I am. Hello lovely readers, I introduce you to my last new fic. After this one, I will no longer be starting any new stories. I will complete the ones I have, some as full fics, some will end with one final chapter that sums the fic up, but this is officially my last new story. I have several chapters already complete and the entire fic is completely planned out so I should be able to keep up with the updates. The plan as of now is an update a week.

Warning: This fic will have some femslash at one point. Nothing major but it will happen. Between whom? You'll just have to wait and see.

Big props to MuseInMe3 for betaing and BritBoJangles for reading this over and offering her advice. If you aren't reading any of their fic, GO NOW! They're all amazing!

With that said, here is the prologue.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

The first recorded occurrence of soulmates dates back to the middle ages when the name of a servant boy appeared on the left wrist of Princess Amelia, the youngest daughter of King Henry IV, shortly after her 18th birthday. No one but Amelia and her beloved Nathaniel, whose own wrist had Amelia's name, knew how it happened. No one understood the connection between the unlikely pair but soon after, every young man and woman experienced the magic on their 18th birthday. Many said it was witchcraft, accusing Nathaniel of making a deal with the devil in order to be with the princess who was betrothed. What they didn't know was that there was no witch, no deal, but simply a wish between young lovers at a secluded lake that was said to hold the power of fairies and nymphs. Amelia and Nathaniel were beheaded under the king's order, believing that the evil magic would die with them. The magic increased tenfold by their death, however, and no one would ever be able to escape the truth behind the red string that bound their love.

Excerpt from: History of the Bond

Kurt remembered the exact moment he saw him. He remembered being frozen in his spot, mesmerized by the man who seemed to be singing directly to him. He remembered begging his dad for money to throw in the street performer's open guitar case as he serenaded the crowd for tips. He remembered how nervous he had been walking up to the man, the money he snatched from his father shaking in his hand. Burt had tried giving him a ten, but Kurt grabbed a fifty and scurried off before his father could even protest. The man had removed his bright yellow sunglasses, placing them on his head and smiling appreciatively at the people who dropped change in his guitar case. Kurt waited patiently for the small crowd to disperse before shyly walking up to the singer.

"Hey there," the young man greeted with a smile that made Kurt's heart melt. "Did you enjoy the show?"

Kurt nodded eagerly. "I did. You're amazing," the singer smiled bashfully at the compliment. "This is for you," Kurt said as he tried handing the young man the money.

The singer hesitated for a moment. "I can't take that. It's too much," he said regretfully, ignoring the sudden pang of hunger in his stomach at the thought of how much food that money could buy.

Kurt wasn't having it though. "No, it isn't!" he said quickly. "It's not enough. You deserve so much more. You're an incredible singer. Please, take it," he said, practically shoving the fifty into the singer's hands.

The young man smiled softly, taking the bill and slipping it into his pocket. "Thank you. And since you are my biggest tipper tonight, I will sing something just for you," Kurt's eyes widened in excitement. "What's your favorite Disney movie?"

"Mulan!" Kurt answered instantly.

The singer smiled, nodding approvingly. "Awesome. That's one of my fave's too," he said with a wink before starting his rendition of I'll Make A Man Out of You.

The young man was discovered not long after his encounter with Kurt and soon, he, alongside four others, started a band called The Warblers. It didn't take long for The Warblers to make it in the music industry and gain the fame that many artists could only dream of. Eleven year old Kurt had fallen in love with eighteen year old Blaine Anderson that night and six years later, he was Blaine's biggest fan. He prayed that one day he would be able to meet Blaine again, remind him of that day and thank him for the years of soulful music that helped him through the darkest moments in his life.

The bell rang, indicating the end of home room and bringing Kurt back from his memories. It was the first day of senior year and he was already bored out of his mind. With a long sigh, Kurt grabbed the notebook he'd been doodling his and Blaine's name inside a heart in, slipped it into his messenger bag and headed out of the classroom. A few students waved to him as he walked past them in the hallway, some sent him disgusted glares, but most simply stepped out of the way and kept to themselves, not wanting to risk the wrath of the Cheerio. Kurt ignored them all and walked to his locker, keeping an eye out for his tormentor.

Being on the Cheerios gave him enough status at McKinley to keep him safe from most of the bullies and his uniform saved him from being slushied. But it didn't prevent Dave Karofsky from making his life hell. Kurt pushed all thoughts of Karofsky away and opened his locker, smiling to himself as his eyes instantly went to the picture of Blaine and The Warblers. No matter what high school threw at him, no matter how hard life became, he could always count on Blaine's velvety smooth vocals to set him at ease.

"If one more person asks me if it's true," Santana's voice rang out from a few feet away. Kurt turned away from the picture to look at his best friend. "I will ends them. Te lo juro."

Kurt smiled sympathetically before turning back to his locker. Brittany had turned of age during the summer and everyone was shocked when the name on her wrist was Samuel E. Evans, not Santana M. Lopez. The night they found out had been torture for Santana. In all the years of their friendship, not once had he seen her cry as much as she did that night.

"Whatever. It doesn't matter," Santana grumbled as she leaned on the locker next to Kurt's. "As long as she's happy, I'm happy."

"You keep saying that," Kurt said with a raised brow.

"Yeah well, maybe if I say it enough times it'll be true," Santana mumbled. "Have you seen Quinn yet?"

"Oh, I've seen her," Kurt said as he switched out his books. "I cannot believe she ruined her beautiful hair. We need to do some major recon and get her back."

Santana shrugged, her eyes darting around the hall for any signs of Karofsky, all the while praying she didn't get a glimpse of Brittany and Sam. "I kinda like it. It looks hot." Kurt sent her a look which meant he clearly thought she was delusional but it had no effect on her.

Kurt felt his phone vibrate in his pocket and quickly pulled it out, his eyes widening when he saw the Twitter notification. "Oh. My. God."

Blaine walked into the studio alongside Jeff, Nick, Wes, and David, eager to hear the news from their manager. They finished filming the first music video for their third album the day before and there was talk of a tour but nothing had been confirmed yet. Blaine loved going out on the road, performing in as many cities as they could. At every concert, every single meet and greet, Blaine hoped that he would show up. He prayed that his soulmate would be there, waiting for him amongst the crowd. But he never was. No matter how many people The Warblers had the opportunity to meet, Blaine's soulmate had yet to be one of them. But he still had hope. He still had faith that he would meet his beloved. It was simply a matter of when.

"How long do you think we'll be gone this time?" David asked worriedly as they entered their manager's empty office. David's soulmate and wife, Katherine, was four months pregnant and while he was excited for the possible tour, he didn't want to miss the birth of his child.

"It doesn't matter how long we're gone for. You are not going to miss Katherine giving birth," Wes assured him. "If that means you leaving in the middle of the tour, hell the middle of a concert, then so be it. The fans will understand."

"Wes is right, David," Blaine said with a soft smile. "Nothing and no one is going to keep you away from the birth of your child. We'll make sure of it."

David smiled at his bandmates, grateful for their support. "Thanks, guys." Just then, a loud smacking caught their attention. "Seriously? You two can't go five minutes without making out."

Jeff and Nick reluctantly pulled apart, Jeff grinning wickedly while Nick blushed. "What can we say? Our love is too strong to contain," Jeff said with a wink.

"Well try and contain it," Wes scolded, though he was smirking. "Not all of us are lucky enough to have our soulmates with us at all times."

Jeff stuck his tongue out at Wes, taking a seat in one of the chairs and bringing Nick to sit on his lap. "Party pooper."

Blaine rolled his eyes at his friends, his right hand subtly fidgeting with the brown leather cuff on his left wrist. Part of him felt like he was getting ahead of himself, but Blaine had a strong feeling that he would be meeting his soulmate very soon. The thought alone made him anxious and giddy.

"My boys!" The Warblers' manager Eric, a tall, lean man with blond hair, exclaimed when he walked into his office. "I have some very good news!"

"Has the tour been confirmed?" Blaine asked excitedly. Eric was the man that discovered him, the man that put faith in him and his friends when it mattered most, and the man that, in a lot of ways, was more of a father to Blaine than his own. Band manager was his official title but he meant much more than that to the five men. He always put the needs of the band first and if Eric was excited about the news then Blaine knew it had to be good.

Eric nodded with a smile. "Yes, it has. But that's not all. We start a six month tour in October, the album will be released a month earlier, and we will have a two month break from January to February in order to welcome David's bundle of joy with no hassle."

"YES!" David shouted, throwing his hands in the air. "You are the best manager ever!" he said, pulling Eric in for a hug.

"I couldn't let you miss the birth," Eric chuckled as David embraced him tightly. "It's still going to suck when the tour picks back up and we have to leave, but you should be able to at least have a few weeks with Katherine and the baby."

"I couldn't ask for more," David said gratefully as he stepped out of the hug. "Seriously, thanks."

"Where's our first stop?" Nick asked curiously. Eric's smile widened, pulling a sheet of paper out of the folder in his hand and handing it to the guys.

"What? What is it?" Santana asked, peering over Kurt's phone to catch a glimpse. Kurt turned the phone to her, his heart racing.

WarblerBlaineAnderson: The Warblers are officially going on tour! First stop will be Columbus, OH. Tour dates will be posted soon. #CantWait #WhereItAllBegan

A/N: So, whaddya think? Next chapter will be up next Sunday. :)

Te lo juro means I swear to you.