As the sound of footsteps dissipated he made his way up and the three steps to the right, out of the way of desk’s then preceded the fifteen it took to leave the classroom.

Walking along the row of lockers to his own, he was knocked into the wall and his binder and papers went flying everywhere. Just great, this is exactly what I need at the end of the day. Crouching to the ground, trying to feel around for his papers, his fingers were stepped on without even a sorry being uttered. Shit, that hurt! Pulling his injured hand to his chest, he continued searching for his splayed papers. It was sure to take awhile and the halls were already emptying of noise except the occasional locker slam or hurried footsteps.

And to add to it all, I get make me and Finn late. This is lovely. His searching hand reached out and grabbed onto to something that was definitely not paper. Oh. He retracted his hand and froze.

“I think these are yours,” said an unfamiliar voice. Who is that…? “Um, probably. Thank you,” Kurt said, clearing his throat. He put out his hand, and the papers were gently laid on his palm. Standing up, he subconsciously ran his hand over his perfectly coiffed hair.

“I think this is yours too.” The voice said. He felt the rough edge of his binder being pressed to his hand and mumbled a quiet “yes, thank you” in return.

Turning around to walk to his locker, he still felt the person’s presence follow behind him. He reached out for his locker punch code, and after a moment of fumbled searching he pushed in the code and his locker pushed slightly open. Grabbing for his coat and bag, he felt the stranger’s chest press against his shoulder and automatically tensed against the unexpected touch.

He understood when the chest was pulled away and his coat was placed into his slightly trembling hand. “Err, thanks” was his confused reply. He shut his locker and went to head to Finn’s car.

Before he could, he felt a hand on his shoulder, trying to turn him around. “Hi, I don’t think we’ve met. I’m Blaine. Just moved here from San Francisco” the person, Blaine, said. “Uh, I’m Kurt. Kurt Hummel.” Blaine. That’s a nice name.

Making to take a step backwards, towards the parking lot, Blaine’s hand left Kurt’s shoulder. “I, uh, guess I’ll see you round. Well, actually you’ll see me around.” Kurt said with a slight smirk, and turned down the hall. He could tell Blaine hadn’t followed. Well that was…interesting.

Walking out the front doors and cautiously down the ten stair steps he started towards Finn’s car. He was obviously new. No one other than glee club ever talks to me. He steadily made his way to Finn’s car which was…actually he didn’t remember where his car was.

Shoot. What am I supposed to do now? What if I can’t find it? What is Karofsky’s out here? Oh my gosh. He froze in his spot, listening to see if there were any other foot falls or laughter. He was met with silence. Well there’s one crisis averted. Now to find the car.

Kurt couldn’t remember where Finn had parked that morning. And the silence he was so relieved about then turned worrying. Finn had left him there. He obviously didn’t and couldn’t drive. He couldn’t see for Christ’s sake! Uhg, I wonder who would come pick me up.

Reaching behind him to grab his phone out of his bag, he heard the sound of foot falls. Freezing, he stood straight up and calmly pulled his bag to his front. All he had to do was call his Father and Karofsky should leave him alone.

He didn’t realize he was too slow until someone grabbed his arm. He shrieked and ripped his arm away. In his haste to escape Karofsky’s clutches he tripped over his feet, twirling around reaching blindly for the ground before his face could hit the pavement. He hit the ground hard, and he could tell his palms were scratched.

Scrambling to get up, a strong arm pulled him up and Kurt couldn’t help put let out a strangled whimper. “Please just let me go” Kurt breathed. The arm and hand left immediately and a soft voice said “I’m…I’m sorry.”

Kurt’s breathe caught in his throat as he realized it wasn’t Karofsky trying to hurt him at all. “Oh,” was Kurt’s breathless reply. “I’m sorry. I thought…I thought you were someone else.”

“It’s okay, I should have said something, and I know you… couldn’t really…yeah.” It was Blaine’s voice. Oh my gosh. Kurt was at a loss for words. He just shuffled his feet and little and tilted his head towards the ground.

“I was just going to ask, if you… needed a ride. I walked out and you were just sort of… standing there.” What do I do? I hardly know the guy. He could be just as bad as the rest of them. You would think being the blind kid would stop the tormenting for being gay, but no. It just added to the pile of rude remarks. But Blaine genuinely sounded sorry for scaring me…

“Uhm. Yes actually. I do need a ride.” Kurt said, tilting his head back up, facing towards where Blaine’s voice was coming from. “Okay, my cars uhm…behind you, towards the end of the lot. Crappy parking space I know.” Blaine chuckled to himself. He has a really nice laugh. And voice for that matter. I wonder if he can sing…

He felt Blaine walk around him, so he silently followed. He let Blaine walk a little ahead so when his foot falls stopped, he could stop too. But this seemed to have been a mistake because for the second time in ten minutes, Kurt was flying forwards, his foot having caught on a crack in the pavement.

He let out a slight gasp and then contacted the ground, just as forcefully as before. “Oh, shoot! Kurt! Are you alright?” Blaine was beside him, putting a hand on his shoulder to let him know he was there, then tentatively grabbed the fallen boy’s hand. Kurt accepted it a little hesitantly and was pulled to his feet.

“You have dirt… on your jacket… right…” Blaine stopped and Kurt felt a hand brush off his chest. Naturally, he tensed and started to take a step back, but his hand was still in Blaine’s and another boy had never held his hand before and Blaine’s other had was wiping off his chest and shoulders and he was slightly overwhelmed with the sudden contact.

“Please stop” Kurt said quietly. Blaine’s hand stilled on his chest. He felt Blaine shift and then the hand in his and on him were gone. “I apologize. I didn’t mean to get in your personal space.” Blaine said, sounding a tad confused and worried.

“I just… I don’t like people touching me.” Kurt said. The only contact I ever have is brushes in the hall ways, or purposeful shoving into lockers, or being thrown into dumpsters. “Most people avoid me anyways, so it’s not… usually a problem.” He continued.

Kurt couldn’t see it, but Blaine had a very sad look on his face, confused as to why this boy was such a social enigma. He just seemed very reclusive, Blaine thought. I wonder why.

“Well, my cars down a little bit farther, then to the left.” Kurt nodded his head, and they continued again. He heard Blaine stop, and did the same. “She’s right here. Do you need…?” Blaine trailed off. Kurt could hear the unspoken word, help, in his mind.

“She?” Kurt asked, slightly smiling. Kurt could hear the smile in Blaine’s reply, “But of course! She is a magnificent creature. Had her for a year and have had absolutely no trouble.” “Oh, because a year with no trouble is a wonderful feat,” Kurt replied, heavy on the sarcasm. Kurt walked forward, hand out, and found the front of the hood. He walked along until he felt the handle, and got in, Blaine not far belong.

The car started and then Blaine realized he had no idea where this boy lived. “Where exactly do you live?” Kurt recited his address, hoping Blaine had a GPS because he would obviously be no help pointing out street signs. Kurt heard Blaine tapping in the address and relaxed, letting out a quiet sigh.

They started the ride home, Blaine twiddling with the radio until stopping on a station playing a slightly odd pop song. “Ooh, I love this song!” Blaine said, and then quietly started singing along.

You think I’m pretty, without any makeup on.
You think I’m funny, when I tell the punch line wrong
I know you get me, so I let my walls come down. Dooown.

Kurt’s mind was whirling. Whoa. He could really sing. He found himself concentrating on his beautiful voice and trying to control his face, because he could tell it was stuck in a look of wonder.

Imma get your heart racing, in my skintight jeans
Be your teenage dream tonight.

He just listened as Blaine sang through the rest of the song. When he was finished, he tilted his head towards the window trying to hide the heat rising in his cheeks. “That was, uhm, that was really good.” He said. Wait, I wasn’t going to say anything.

”I guess I’m alright, do you sing any?” was his modest reply.

“Well, yes I do sing. I’m…” would he think I was a loser if I said I’m in glee? Well, who cares? I don’t even really know him “I’m in glee club.” He of course couldn’t see it, but Blaine turned towards him, a pleasantly surprised look on his face.

“Really? Are you good? You’ll have to sing to me sometime. I was in the, well I guess it would be called glee club, back in San Fran.” Whew.

“I guess I could do that.” Kurt mumbled. I am an amazing singer. If I didn’t have singing and the glee club I would probably …I don’t even know. Kurt felt the car stop and realized he was home already. “Thanks for the ride.”

“No problem. Listen, if you ever need a ride, don’t hesitate to ask.” I’m in your third and last hour but you probably…couldn’t tell…” He trailed off awkwardly. Kurt, used to people being worried about offended him, tried to lessen the tension.

“I’m blind Blaine. There’s no way around it. I’ve always been this way. No need to dance around it, it won’t offend me.” Kurt went to open the door, but a hand on his wrist stopped him.

He once again tensed, but didn’t panic this time. “See you Monday Kurt.” He could feel Blaine’s warm breathe on his neck and it send a shiver down his spine that hopefully the other didn’t notice.

“Yeah, Monday” Kurt breathlessly answered, opening the door and letting himself out. He walked to the door and heard Blaine drive away, and then he was gone. You can’t let him affect you like that. He’s probably straight anyways. He let out a longing sigh, and then walked in to what sounded like an argument.

“Finn, how could you leave your brother at the school?! He is BLIND FINN. What if he’s still there? I called his cell and got no answer. If you left my son at that school I swear!” oh yeah, forgot about my cell phone.

“Uh, Dad?” Kurt walked into the entryway and sat his bag on the floor. “Kurt, you’re here! How did you get here?” He was enveloped into a hug and awkwardly patted his Father on the back.

“I’m fine, I forgot about my cell phone. Sorry for not answering." Kurt let go, and walked the sixteen steps to the kitchen, making a slightly curved path as he avoided the couch.

“Yes, but how did you get here? Who drove you?” Burt said. Kurt walked towards the counter, hands out until they found purchase. “Uhm, there was a guy named Blaine. He found me in the parking lot. Offered me a ride.”

He heard heavy foot steps walking away from him, “See Finn? He was just standing in the parking lot! Do you know what could have happened? What if someone else found him standing there, huh?” Finn was silent on the couch. He better be sorry. He left without even thinking about me. That makes me feel great.

“Honestly Finn? What was running through your head? You drive him everyday!” Kurt reached for a cabinet, grabbing a water glass. He finally heard Finn emit a sigh and he began.

“Well, I left last period and then Rachel came over to my locker going on about some new kid and distracted me. I just sort of kept walking with her, and when we got to my car she asked for a ride so I said yes.” He said it all guiltily and made Kurt feel the tiniest bit satisfied but still resentful. Second to Rachel and I’m his step-brother. Well, he does have an incredibly small brain capacity.

Kurt made to the sink to fill his glass, and then walked back through the living room, then down the fourteen stairs leading to his bedroom. He walked eleven steps to sit his glass down on his vanity, which really had no purpose except to hold his moisturizers that Carole had demonstrated how to use for him.

Carole was lovely. She helped pick out his clothes at the store and ran them through his fingers so he could feel the fine fabrics. She even bought him hair gels and hairspray to style his hair a way she said she liked once in a movie and liked very much on him. She was incredibly happy when Kurt had been able to do his hair himself and even more so when he stopped needing help with his facial creams.

This made Kurt happy but sad for various reasons. Kurt trusted Carole but he wanted to actually know what his clothes looked like. Wanted to actually see his hair when it was done in the morning. Wanted to actually see his reflection, as he had never seen himself before which was the worst part of it all.

One day, he and Carole had been home alone, sitting on the couch just enjoying each others presence. Kurt had been thinking these exact thoughts and tears had sprung to his eyes before he could stop them. She had reached out a hand to wipe them away and asked him what was wrong. He completely broke down, sobbing brokenly into her open shoulder. When he had calmed down enough, he explained to her what was wrong. "Carole, i don't even know what i look like! I could be hideous!"

The only memories he had were slightly blurred because he had been in the terrible car accident which had taken his mother's life, and his vision. At first, she was still and silent but then Kurt heard her take a shaky breathe. He realized she had cried along with him and then she uttered four words that made him cry all over again. “Kurt, you are beautiful,”