Standing by the window, Kurt munched on an apple. I wonder what time it is. He called out to the kitchen, “What time is it?” and got a reply from Finn.

“It’s almost 6:45. Dude, if anyone gives you any trouble, call me or something. Us glee boy’s got your back okay?” Finn said.

“Yes Finn. You tell me this weekly. With out your reminder I would probably sit in silence and hold in all my frustrations. Gosh, yes I will call.” Am I THAT incapable of handling myself? This is the first time this year it has happened and I’m already being treated as “the victim” Kurt replied, only slightly angry. Kurt was distracted when the sound of Blaine’s car was pulling into their home’s driveway. “Bye Finn!” Kurt yelled as he left the house.

Kurt walked out the door and almost ran smack dab into Blaine who had been walking up the walk to his front door. “Whoa there buddy!” Blaine exclaimed as he caught Kurt by the shoulders. Its just a casual touch Kurt, you’ll have to get used to it. Kurt let out a strained “I’m sorry” and they walked to Blaine’s car, both climbing in after Blaine, ever the gentlemen, held open Kurt’s door for him.

“Well thank you, kind sir” Kurt said in a fake British accent. After they got in the car, Blaine addressed the things he had thought the second he saw Kurt’s bruised face. “How’s your face? Does it hurt?” Blaine said. My face? What’s wrong with…oh yeah, it’s probably badly bruised. Kurt reached up with a tentative hand to feel around the sore, slightly raised splotch of skin across his right cheek, but was beat to the punch by someone else’s fingers. Stay calm. Don’t flinch, he won’t hurt you.

“That looks…horrible. How could…oh shoot! I mean, it looks painful! Not that YOU look horrible, you look amazing, I mean just look at you! It’s just the bruise; I promise I wasn’t trying to be insulting. That was so rude of me, I apologize and now I’m just rambling. Gosh, I’m sorry.” Blaine rambled on. He thinks I look…amazing?

“Blaine, Blaine stop. I get it; I know you didn’t mean to offend me. And…you can take your hand off of my cheek now.” Blaine had yet to remove his hand from Kurt’s cheek and it was becoming slightly awkward. Even if I don’t really mind.

Blaine immediately removed his hand with an “Oh yeah, sorry” and Kurt heard him buckle his seat belt. They started the ride to school in a comfortable silence, but there was also tension in the air, which was mostly Blaine. He was furious at the jocks that put that mark across Kurt’s perfect skin. Blaine reached for the radio dial, and when the music started he laughed. It was teenage dream. “This was the song that came on last time you were in my car. Ha ha.” How could I have forgotten? It’s only been stuck in my head. “Yeah, it is isn’t it?” Kurt said, and he started to sing along quietly.

When Kurt sings, he loses himself in the music, no matter how meaningless the song. Before Kurt knew it, he was actually singing loud enough for Blaine to hear, not a care in the world. Blaine turned down the radio, which went unnoticed by the blind singing angel beside him. Blaine was lost in his own mind. How could someone sing so angelically? He was openly staring in amazement, as Kurt sang out the rest of the song.
When Kurt finished and realized the radio was barely on, he instantly started blushing. I completely forgot I wasn’t alone.

“Kurt…that, no YOU are amazing! How come you didn’t tell me you could sing like an angel? That was…I’m speechless.” Blaine said breathlessly. Like an angel? That comment had him blushing even deeper, burning his face as it reddened. “I didn’t find it important. When most people hear me sing, or talk for that matter, I’m made fun of for sounding like a girl” Kurt said in an embarrassed rush. At least he recognizes my talent. He should have a talk with Mr.Schue. The radio was still playing random pop songs as they pulled into the lot.

“Here we are.” Blaine said. He started getting up, but Blaine told him to hold tight and went to the other side to open the door for him. Kurt started to blush all over again and made to get up, grabbing hold of the door. Or well, the door was where his hand was headed, but it was intersected by Blaine’s hand grabbing his own. I really need to get used to casual touches. So, holding hands they walked into school together, avoiding being bumped into by their classmates.

The second they walked into the doors, a hush cloaked over the hallway. What happened? Kurt stood up straighter, if it was possible, and asked Blaine quietly “What’s wrong with the hallway?” Blaine replied with an equally quiet “I think it’s your face. Not to be rude, but the bruise is…pretty noticeable.” Immediately, Kurt reached for his face, touching the sore spot on his right cheek. Basing it on how tender it still was, Kurt would say it probably did look quite bad. Lovely, now I’m going to be stared at and not be able to tell anyone off for it. Another thing to be self conscious about. Kurt had used his facial cr�me this morning, but it hadn’t covered the apparent monstrosity on his face.

Kurt stopped at his locker, pushing in his locker combination, and depositing his jacket and then took a slow step to the side, to show he was ready to walk to class. As they stepped forward, Blaine asked for permission to re-hold Kurt’s hand by brushing their fingertips. Kurt complied with less hesitation than yesterday because he was slowly becoming accustomed and they made their way down the hall at a leisurely pace. This time Blaine remembered where the French room was. Already figuring out my schedule, huh? “Today, do you think I could come over? Yesterday got sort of...busy.” Blaine asked.

“That would be fine. I could call Carole and tell her to clean the living room. I’m sure Finn has it left in a state only fit for a college frat boy with no respect for his roommates.” Kurt replied.

Blaine laughed appreciatively. “That was good. Okay, ill see you in third hour. Until then, get pumped for Charlemagne!” and with that Blaine was off. He really is friendly. And funny. And probably smart. And a fantastic singer. Oh, Blaine what can’t you do? In French today, they were conjugating imperfect verbs and trying to have full conversations with a partner. Very easy, I barely have to pay attention The bad end of this deal was he was partnered with one of the Neanderthal football players who wanted nothing to do with him or the class for that matter, and made for a bad partner. The good part was, Kurt could insult them and they wouldn’t be any the wiser. For example, right now Kurt was saying:

“You really are a retard. One day, you will work for me. And that will not be fun for you, I assure you.”

And he wasn’t being shoved into a locker or being called bad names in retaliation. The hour was over before he knew it, and he slowly waited for his classmates the leave the room. When they were finally gone, he began the ten step trek out the door. He stopped by his locker and was disappointed to find that Blaine was not there. Hmm. I was getting dependent on his fun personality. Second hour was probably one of the worst classes of his life. His teacher tended to drone on and on about whatever it was they were learning about and expect them to devote to him their full attention. Not going to happen mister, probably ever. It was safe to say Kurt was thoroughly thrilled when the class bell rang.

Blaine did grace Kurt with his presence this passing period, and they happily chatted their way to class. Why was I so nervous about Blaine coming over? He’s so easy to be around. Makes me feel like part of…something other than glee for once. “So, today we really need to get stuff done. But it’s mostly reading, and you can’t really read the books so I can do the reading and you could… I don’t know. Maybe I could read aloud while you recorded it?” Blaine proposed. That would probably work.

“That would be fine. Usually for these, they send my parents the work and reading through email as an audio so I can listen anyways.” Kurt added. Kurt got out his recorder, and sat down at his desk which then was bashed into by something hard and heavy. “Sorry, I was pulling my desk over. See?” Blaine grabbed Kurt’s hand and lightly brushed it across the tops of the desk’s which were indeed now pushed together, side by side. That explains why his voice is so close.

Blaine released his hand and flipped to the correct page. “Ready when you are.” He said. The rest of the hour passed with Blaine reading aloud to Kurt, who paid attention mostly to the sound of Blaine’s voice instead of the actual reading going on. The class bell surprised both of them and they had to hastily get their things together. Blaine waited, standing by Kurt’s chair until the class was emptied, and then lightly brushed his hand against Kurt’s before taking it in his own. They walked down the hallway like this until reaching Kurt’s locker. But today, unlike before, Kurt was shoved headfirst into his open locker before Blaine could utter any sort of warning but one syllable, “Ku…!”

The metal bottom of the locker pressed into Kurt’s stomach and he clipped his shoulder on the way in, but he had had worse. Surprise, surprise I am now being shoved into my OWN locker.

"Are you okay?" Blaine asked Kurt. He was surprised at how random and public that bully had been. And honestly, how did no one notice it? There are tons of kids in these halls, and not one even turned their head or batted an eye at the loud noise.

"I'm fine." Kurt said, tugging at down at his grey shirt, which had come un-tucked from his very tight black skinny jeans. He also had on a red cardigan with an ungodly amount of zippers, and a navy blue and red striped bow tie. All in all, Blaine thought Kurt looked fantastic. And he was probably going to let it slip that he thought so if he didn't keep himself in check.

Kurt continued trying to fix his appearance, patting back his hair, tugging at his cardigan, straightening his bowtie.

"Kurt, stop it. Your clothes look fantastic as always. Just stop, here." Blaine stopped and grabbed Kurt’s hands away from his thin frame and held them in both of his slightly smaller, but wider hands.

"You think...I look fantastic?" Kurt said. Mercedes is the only one to ever understand my fashion choices. I really can't take credit for them, but still, Blaine likes it?

Blaine mentally slapped himself. Way to go, Anderson. "Well, of course. You somehow manage to look good in everything." Wow, the word vomit just keeps coming. "I mean, I totally could not rock that look. And it compliments your skin tone. Red does, I mean." ANDERSON SHUT UP!

Wow. That has to be the most compliments I have ever gotten...ever. And from BLAINE. Stay calm. "I appreciate the compliments, but can I have my hands back?" Kurt said with a small smile on his pink lips. Looking down, yes, Blaine was still holding Kurt's hands.

"I’m sorry! Again! Gosh, I should probably pay attention to my actions, huh?" Blaine said as he released Kurt's hand. The loss of warmth was instantaneous and they both, with out the other knowing, instantly craved to have it back. Both boys were silent, and they decided to head to class.

Again, the rest of Kurt’s Blaine-less classes seemed to be blurs to his mind. It was if his brain chose to only concentrate on certain points in the day, and those points all happened to include a certain Blaine Anderson. He walked into last hour, and sat down, anxiously awaiting the person who had been on his mind all day. Not only am I now used to his presence, I WANT it. I guess this is what a real friendship feels like. I mean, Mercedes is great but our similarities end at a point and it gets boring.

“Hey there.” And there Blaine was. Finally. “Hey yourself” Kurt replied with a slight smile on his face. “So, do you just want me to drive you home? That way I can come over and we don’t have to worry about times or ride’s or any other annoying piece of planning nonsense.” Blaine said from the desk behind his own. It does make sense, I’ll tell Finn before we leave. “Sounds good, I’ll tell Finn.” Kurt said.

After that small conversation, they were forced to pay attention to the class. Just as Kurt was properly dazing off, he felt something brush the back of his calf lightly. He sat up straight and crossed his leg, to move it out of contact of whatever had touched him. It seemed not to have worked, because then that same something brushed against his other calf. What is that? Kurt sat up as far in his chair as he could, pushing his leg’s out in front of the desk, only to be rewarded with something touching his lower back. Kurt’s hand flew to his back, and came in contact with… A shoe?. Kurt heard a chuckle from behind him and then realized what was happening. Blaine was rubbing against him with his FOOT of all things, just to annoy him. Kurt slapped his shoe away and tried to pay attention, while during the whole rest of the period Blaine rubbed away at his ankles, laughing quietly in the process.

As the class was leaving, Blaine leaned against Kurt’s desk. “Mr. Anderson, you better have an explanation for deterring my attention in class.” Kurt said, trying to sound serious and only slightly failing. Serious, Kurt. Be serious. “Well, sir. I was at a loss of how to lower my level of boredom and messing around with a fellow classmate sounded like a lovely way of doing just that.” Blaine said in an equal level of seriousness.

“Oh you will pay, Blaine. Just you wait. It will happen when you’re not expecting it.” Kurt said, leading the way to his locker. After grabbing his jacket, they proceeded to Blaine’s car in silence, Blaine leading Kurt by the hand as was now usual.

They rode to Kurt’s house in silence which was only broken by the sound of catchy pop song’s coming through the speakers around them. When the car stopped, they got out and made their way to the front door. What if he doesn’t like my house? What if he doesn’t like my ROOM? What if we don’t have any snacks? Wait, Kurt stop psyching yourself out. You were perfectly fine just hours ago.

They walked in the house, Kurt leading for once in the familiar environment. “So, my room is downstairs, if you want to work down there.” Kurt began. “I have a pretty sound proof room so we can blast my IPod.” Kurt said with a smile. “That sounds wonderful, my fine gentlemen.” Blaine said with a bow that Kurt couldn’t see.

They walked down the stairs, Kurt a bundle of nervous anticipation, hoping that Blaine would like the space he couldn’t even see. “I like your room. Dior grey, I think it’s called. Did Carole pick it?” Blaine asked. Hallelujah. “Yes she did. She picks out my everything, actually. My dad is…well, you’ve seen him. Last time I checked, He’s still wearing the same flannel from when I was eight.” Kurt chuckled. Blaine laughed too, in his enthusiastic manner.

Kurt sat his bag down, and retrieved his recorder, then sat on his bed leaning against the headboard. There was then an impression in the comforter beside him, as Blaine was sitting down. So very close. Our elbows are brushing. “Are you ready for some history?” Blaine asked. If I can do it with you, yes “Yes, yes I am.” Kurt replied. And so their studying began, with Blaine reading, Kurt trying to pay attention, and every once and a while the exchange of quiet chatter. Kurt had almost spaced out by this point, and didn’t realize that Blaine had stopped reading. “Kurt. Kurt, I hate to ask but do you have anything to eat? My stomach refuses to stay dormant.” Blaine brought Kurt out of his daydream state. Oh yeah, the real Blaine is here too. “Of course, follow me” Kurt said.

They walked up the stairs, and towards the kitchen. Once inside, Kurt headed the seven steps towards the fridge. He opened it and called Blaine over. I can’t exactly pick something for him. “Thank you,” Blaine said, “Anything you want? You have juice, diet coke, milk, and then you have grapes, and strawberries. Oh, and those good little cheeses with the red casing things! Can I have one?” Blaine asked. Like cheese, do we? Ha ha “Could you get me a glass of juice? And I guess one of those little cheeses it sounds like you enjoy so much.” Kurt said with a smirk on his face.

“Sure thing, where are your glasses? For the juice?” Blaine asked. Kurt replied “Cabinet right next to the fridge, to the right.”

Kurt stood by the cabinet, listening to the sound of Blaine moving around the kitchen. It was nice, to be home alone, but even better to be home alone along with someone you want to be around. Blaine walked over and pressed the glass against Kurt’s fingers. Kurt accepted the glass with a smiled “Thank you” towards Blaine’s direction. They retired to Kurt’s basement bedroom, and sat back on the bed. Blaine handed the mini cheese to Kurt and they ate in a pleasurable silence. If only I could actually see what I was eating, or drinking or sitting on. If only I could tell Carole how beautiful she was and know for sure that she is. If only I could see Blaine.

At these sad thoughts, Kurt sniffled. Blaine turned to Kurt, and saw that the other boy’s eyes were tinged with red. “Kurt, what’s wrong?” Nothing, just I being blind is all. “N-nothing,” Was Kurt’s shaky reply. “Kurt, you can tell me. Did I do something?” Might as well tell him, no matter how pathetic it makes me sound. “I…I just really wish I could see you. Or anything! L-like, this cheese I’m eating! I know from when I was little that cheese is yellow. I know that the juice I’m drinking is cranberry so it’s a reddish purple and I know that my hair is brown. But Blaine, I want to see it NOW. S-sure, the sky is blue, but n-no one can prove it to me! And for all I know, I’m some ugly person being told I look fine so I don’t feel so bad about not being able to see it! And…and you! I just wish for ONCE I could see someone. To be able to have a conversation, and always be looking the right direction. To stare into someone’s eyes when they speak to me, to walk through a hall with them and not get lost or shoved into something.” Kurt had started and couldn’t stop until all his wishes were on the table. “I honestly, just want to see…you.” Kurt finished. A few tears had slid unnoticed down his porcelain face. Kurt had barely registered the moisture when a hand was gently swiping them away, slowly, almost caressing his cheek. That feels…nice Kurt naturally leaned his head down into the comfort of the touch.

“I want to show you something.” Blaine said. How can he show me something? Blaine’s other hand reached down to Kurt’s and held it in his. “So, when I was little my mom worked at a hospital. They had a ward for people who were blind, and I hung out a lot in there during the summer.” Blaine started while rubbing small circles into the back of Kurt’s hand. “While I hung out with them, they taught me that you can see beauty without seeing it. They took my hand, like I’m holding yours, and they taught me how to see without seeing.” How can you do that?

Kurt was about to voice his question, when Blaine pulled Kurt’s hand up to Blaine’s own cheek.

Blaine continued, “They took my hand, and had me close my eyes, and let me feel what they look like. So I would touch their face, starting at their cheek and work my way across, and I found out that it really did paint a picture in my head.”

While listening to Blaine, Kurt decided he would try it. Blaine’s hand left his own, but Kurt kept his hand on Blaine’s cheek. “Can I…?” Kurt whispered. “Of course you can.” Blaine replied.

Kurt shakily moved his hand down to Blaine’s jaw line. It was covered in stubble, rough but not unpleasant feeling. “What color is your hair?” Kurt whispered, working his way across Blaine’s jaw. “Its dark brown, almost a black.” Blaine replied just as quietly. Kurt’s searching hand was on the other side of Blaine’s face now. He went up his cheek, and moved to his nose. Reaching over the upraised part of his face, he went lower in search of Blaine’s lips. When he reached them, Blaine’s lips parted the smallest fraction and Kurt froze. “No, it’s fine. Keep going.” Blaine assured him. Kurt felt Blaine’s soft lips move against his hand and felt the warm breathe from between them. His lips are so soft. Kurt really was getting a picture in his head. Someone with a soft chin, but masculine, average sized really soft pink lips, nice nose, he could see the stubble very clearly in his head. Kurt felt back along Blaine’s cheek and reached his eyes. They were closed, and his eyelids were so paper thin and soft. He could feel the movement of Blaine’s eyes underneath them. Kurt finally reached up for Blaine’s hair and was surprised by the curly mop that greeted his fingers. “Your hair is curly?” Kurt asked, quietly in awe.

Blaine chuckled. “Yeah, very curly. I usually gel it down, but today I was too lazy.” Kurt couldn’t picture so much curl gelled down. “I think it feels nice. You should leave it this way.” He said. “I’ll think about it.” Blaine replied.

Kurt reluctantly brought his hand down to his lap, and Blaine did the same with the hand that had, in fact stayed on Kurt’s cheek throughout the entire process. “That was…very nice of you. And…I think it really helped.” Kurt said, now shy. “It was most definitely the least I could do.” Blaine said seriously. I wonder what color his eyes are. “I have one more question…what color are your eyes?” Kurt asked. Blaine pulled a hand through his curls, then replied with an unsure “Well, mostly hazel. But sometimes they choose to be more green then brown. Kind of like your eyes. I can’t seem to pin down a color for you. Like, usually their blue and right now they are startlingly so. But I could have sworn in the hallway the other day that they were green when you had been shoved in your locker. And then, when you were crying just then, they were a sad grey color that was beautiful all the same. Wow that was creepy.” Blaine finished in a rush. He thinks my eyes are beautiful? “No, it’s fine. I can’t really remember my eyes anyways. It’s nice to be reminded.” Kurt said.

“You don’t remember what you look like? Well, I could tell you if you like.” Blaine said. “That would be…nice.” Kurt said, blushing slightly.

“Well, you have…wonderful pale skin. You look like your made of porcelain or something. And you have perfectly styled hair, which I’m pretty sure only you can pull off. You have a small nose and pink lips. I already described your eyes. Then you have long, elegant fingers.” At that, Blaine picked up one of Kurt’s hands. “You also have almost an aura about you. Like, when I first helped you pick up your papers, and you looked at me, I thought wow, here is one independent kid. Kurt, you are probably one of the strongest people I know and I have only known you this week. Wow, it’s seems like so much longer doesn’t it? And speaking of weeks, which are time, it is now 4:30 and I should probably go.” Blaine said, standing up and also pulling Kurt to his feet.

Blaine walked around the room, picking up his bag and books then returned to Kurt. “Thanks for letting me come over, it was nice.” Blaine said. “No problem, you could…come over tomorrow too? If that fits in your schedule?” Kurt asked, hoping that Blaine could come back tomorrow.

“I think I can, I’ll let you know. Oh! Actually, can I have your cell number? I know you can’t text, but I could call you sometime?” Why of course you can have my number. Kurt gave him the number, and Blaine saved it to his phone. “Well, I gotta be going. Come here,” Blaine said.

Kurt raised an eyebrow and took a small step forward. He was taken into a hug and he wrapped his arms around Blaine tentatively, relishing the contact. All too soon, it was over, and Blaine was walking upstairs to leave. Kurt muttered a small “Bye” Behind him and then flopped onto his bed, deciding to take a while to think over the day’s events before his parents got home.