Perfect

It was the first day of school at McKinley. Kurt planned to make the best first impression he possibly could for he would be with the same people for the next four years. If he messes up the first impression just by having a horrible outfit, he messes up on the chance to have friends and a social life through all of his high school life. It sounded rediculous but he took it very seriously.

Kurt stood in front of his closet scanning though the color coordinated fabrics loosely lining the top of the closet. Stacks of scarves and ties were neatly folded next to the ungodly amount of designer boots and dress shoes in a neat cluster. Kurt closed his eyes and sighed in frustration. Nothing to wear, Kurt thought, maybe I'll just go simple. He stared strongly at the linens as he thumbed through them and took in the sweet clean smell of laundry detergent that thickly coated the fabrics.

After a few changes, Kurt smiled at his outfit knowing he didn't go as simple as he planned but was satisfied with the result. He brushed his fingers through his well treated mouse brown thin hair and stared at his reflection in the body length mirror in front of him. He snatched his vintage leather satchel and let the strap hang firmly against his slender shoulder. "Kurt!" his step-brother, Finn, yelled from upstairs.

Kurt shivered in nervousness and shot a worried look at his reflection eyeing his outfit before shouting, "Coming!", and scurried out of his bedroom door.

The next few months seemed to be a breeze for Kurt. Aside from the occasional shove into the lockers, he became close friends with his diva side-kick, Mercades, and the shy-at-first, Tina. Though Kurt enjoyed most of his classes and surprisingly (for him), an active social life, he felt something was missing.

Kurt linked arms tightly with Tina and Mercades as the slowly walkedd down  e hall towards their Home Ec. class. Students shuffled around them quickly grabbing their belongings from their lockers, slamming the door and jogging to their next class. The three eyes a yellow peice of paper tacked onto the School Activities bulletin board reading 'Sign-up for the New Directions Glee Club!' A bitten pencil attached to a string hung limply next to the lines of ink begging for the soft graphite to smear onto the empty spaces of potential Glee Club members.

Mercades chuckled sarcastically as they approached the lonely list, "Glee Club". The words escaped hir lips with such disgust. Kurt secretly wanted to join a club, but he wasn't sure which one to choose. Ever since he stepped into McKinley for the first time, he would stare at the flier's every day hoping a club would stick out to him, but none of them did. He could tell this was recently put up and it stuck out to him. Glee Club sounded perfect to him, a place where he can showcase his hidden talent of singing Broadway classics. A place where he would be accepted.

Kurt cleared his throat and shook his head. "Well, wouldn't you want to join?", he laughed nervously once he noticed Mercades and Tina weren't interested, maybe I'll just try to win them over, Kurt thought, "we can join together".

Tina loosened her arm from Kurt's grip and faced him disappointingly, "Kurt, y-you can't be serious".

He shifted awkwardly and forced a smile on the corners of his lips, "It's a chance to show our inner diva a-and it would look great on a college application". Kurt felt the silence sink in but he quickly gobbled it up, "Plus, we're all really talen-"

"You can't join Glee Club," Mercades interrupted with an annoyed look.

It was the first time Kurt ever saw Mercades with that serious of a face. He was so used of chatting with her about the latest fashions and giggling at every ridiculous outfit Rachel Berry wore. Used to how friendly Tina and Mercades were because they were outsiders just like Kurt, yet instead of being proud of it, here was Mercades upset by Kurt for wanting to join Glee Club, "it's social suicide".

Kurt unraveled his arm from Mercades' slowely. "We're already losers," he croaked, cheeks turning pink, angry. Mercades stared at him blankly, Kurt could feel tears pricking in his eyes causing his sight to go blurry, you're losing it, your friends and reputation, I will forever be known as the gay cry baby, Kurt thought tearing his eyes away from Mercades, "You're right," he paused for a moment still not looking at Mercades and Tima, "why become even more of a loser?" The word 'loser' came out in a whisper. Kurt was sick of being called a loser but was referred as to one so many times that it didn't really bother him anymore, but it bothered his only friends in high school. What was so bad about being a loser with talent and a passion than being somewhat less of a loser and boring?

Kurt bit his lip angrily as the bell chimed into their ears signaling their feet to move towards their class. Kurt stayed still but turned his head ttowards the lonely pencil next to the Sign-up sheet for one last time before joining the other student in the classroom.

Blaine and Sam walked down the hall of McKinley towards the Bulletin Board. It seemed to be their afternoon ritual. Blaine's right hand clasped onto the curve in Sam's left bicep as they walked casually chatting. "It's not too late to sign-up for any clubs, Blaine," Sam suggested stopping in front of the large colorful board of cluttered fliers tacked onto it. Blaine smiled slightly and lifted his hand searching for a random flier to grasp.

Once he lightly toughed the corner of the nearest papet and rubbed it between his thumb and forefinger he squeezed Sam's arm, "What does this one say?" Blaine threw a toothy grin. For some reason, joining an extracurricular activity excited him. A commitment to a club for the rest of high school, creating passions and finding out who you really are. Sam seemed to have found his place in the popular crown being in football but his reputation never caused him to stop being friends with Blaine.

"Gardening club?" Sam laughed, "I didn't know you were like that!" Blaine retracted his hand from the flier quickly and let it dangle at his side.

"No way!" Blaine chuckled. Throughout the whole conversation, Blaine never once looked at Sam or the fliers, he stared straight ahead. Even though all Blaine could see was darkness, his eyes were lit with life and energy.

"I happen to think assorting flowers and landscaping is beautiful," a voice next to Sam sounded. The voice was high pitched. Blaine wasn't sure if it was a male or female. He shot his head towards the new sound, curious, and attracted to the uniqueness of the tone of the voice. Blaine had a good ear. He could detect every movement and feel his surroundings. Having such a sensitive ear, his passion for music was inevitable. He was picky about having the perfec tone and pitch quality when it came to singing. Spending hours perfecting his vocal chords and not stopping until every note and word was spotless and complimenting to his beautifully toned voice.

"Hi, I'm Kurt," Blaine heard Sam and Kurt's hands clasp into a handshake, Sam rubbing his sleeve against his backpack as he released.

"I'm Same, and this is my best friend, Blaine," Blaine held out his free hand still keeping his right hand lightly squeezed onto Sam's bicep. He heard Kurt shift a step forward to meet with Blaine's. Kurt's hand was soft but bigger than his own, he couldn't help but to smile as he felt Kurt's hand mold into his, filling every crook and cranny with the warm softness of Kurt's hand shooting happiness down his veins and shivering down his spine. What was wrong with him? He just met a strange, perfect boy and already started creating lustful feelings towards him.

It was the voice. It cracked ever so slightly as he spoke, soothing and had the perfect pitch and tone that he craved to hear. His face filled with heat when he let go of the handshake feeling the coldness creep back into his shaking palm. He wrapped his left arm around his stomach roughly to replce the emptiness.

"So you've been thinking about joining an extracurricular activity?" Kurt asked. The sentence seemed to glide off of his tongue like milk, making Blaine melt. He could be talking about cow manure and the voice would still set Blaine at the edge of his toes.

"Uh, yeah, Blaine and I have been trying to find a club that suits both of us for the past few weeks or so". Shut up, Sam, let him talk, Blaine thought. 

"I was actually considering in joining Glee Club," Kurt paused and shuffled his feet, "but it was a ftupid idea".

"It's not stupid," Blaine piped up, "it's a great idea".

Blaine heard Kurt let out a sigh of relief and lightly chuckled, "Thank you, Blaine". Blaine smiled and squeezed Sam's arm tighter to keep from falling. He hoped Kurt would say his name again, the way he said it sounded lovely and made Blaine's head swirl.

"You know what? Who cares what they say, I'm going to dign up for Glee Club," Kurt's voice cheered. Blaine jumped at the sound of it and felt his heart beat faster in excitement. Blaine heard Kurt walk closer to the board and write then lightly set the pencil to dangle apaingst the paper.

"Hey, are you okay, bud?" Blaine felt Sam eyeing him with concern in his voice.

"Yeah, why?" Blaine asked letting his left arm lay at his side away from his stomach.

"You're squeezing my arm like crazy," Blaine froze then loosened his hand on Sam's arm slightly.

"I, uh, guess I got excited at the thought of joining Glee Club". Sam laughed and slapped Blaine's chest in a friendly way. Blaine coughed at the sneak slap attack and laughed.

"It's all yours," Kurt hummed. Blaine took a slight step forward and let go of Sam's arm reaching out for Kurt's shoulder nearby. Blaine wrapped his hand around the other taller slender boys shoulder as Kurt lead him to the piece of paper. Kurt took Blaine's hand that lay on his shoulder and slid the pencil into his palm while Blaine grasped around it. Not letting go, Kurt lead Blaine's hand to the empty line under Kurt's name and let go as soon as the tip of the pencil toughed the paper. Blaine slowly wrote his name (the only thing he could write with a pencil) and let go of the pecil quickly reaching his hand for Kurt. He touched Kurt's stomach before lightly tapping the surface of his body traveling to Kurt's arm.

Once he held Kurt's arm and adjusted to Kurt's figure and smell and said, "Sam, won't you join with us? You're really good at guitar and singing too".

Sam shifted slightly, unsure about joining. "Uh, I don't know, Blaine, don't you think being on the football team is enough?"

"No, we can work something out, please?" Blaine begged. He heard Sam sigh walking toward him and wrote on the paper and let go slapping the pencil against the paper more aggressively than Kurt. Blaine felt Sma's arm on his shoulder as he said, "Fine, you need more friends to walk you home because with my football schedule, I can't keep doing this, okay?" Blaine was embarrassed that Sam mentioned Blaine's lack of friends in front of his new friend, Kurt, but was happy Sam was going to join. 

"Thank you," Blaine said with a bright grin and let go of Kurt's arm and held Sam's.

The three boys walked home chatting about thier love for music. Blaine and Sam were on the Pop and Rock genre but were open to listening to Kurt's love for Broadway classics. Blaine was interested with the passion Kurt had for Broadway and smiled violently whenever Kurt brought up the thought of them all making it into Glee Club and singing duets together. Blaine held tightly to Kurt's arm when Sam left the group to go to his house. Kurt was quiet for a while until he cleared his throught, "Blaine".

"Yeah," Blaine said shifting his head toward Kurt.

"What's it like to be uh-,"

"Blind?" Blaine interrupted feeling Kurt lifting his arm to shrug his shoulders.

"Yeah," he whispered in a higher pitch of voice. Blaine sighed lightly.

Kurt stopped walking and pressed a hand softly on Blaine's chest, "Y-you don't have to answer if you don't want to".

Blaine rubbed his thumb against Kurt's soft skin that was wrapped with Blaine's hand. "I do," Blaine said softly as Kurt removed his hand from Blaine's chest and started walking again.

"Being blind is like being in your own world. But reality isn't how or what you think it is once you bump into a wall or people are shouting at you for being in their wat. But I don't blaime them, how should they know I have a disability? My problem is that I can't define people by looking at their face, only by their voice which can be confusing. For instance, I know you're a boy. I know you're taller than me and more slender just by holding your arm. I know your voice is the most unique voice I ever heard, that's how you'll stand out for me. I don't and will never know what your face looks like, but then again if I feel it, I will get some idea of it".

As Blaine and Kurt reached BLaine's front door and stopped walking, Blaine let go of Kurt's arm and stared towards the door waiting for a handshake, a high-five, something. Kurt took Blaine's hands and lifted them to Kurt's cheeks. Blaine shivered and let a breathy laugh slip out of his mouth. Blaine's hands lightly explored Kurt's skin rubbing his thumbs across his eyelids and brushing his fingertips on Kurt's hairline noticing his hair gelled into place. Blaine closed his eyes and cupped Kurt's face with his palms. Kurt took a step closer to Blaine breathing lightly until their chests almost touched. Kurt mirrored Blaine by cupping his hands atound Blaine's face then brushed Blaine's dark curly hair away from Blaine's eyes. Kurt stared at Blaine for a little longer brushing his fingers through Blaine's curls.

"It was nice to meet you," Kurt said backing away slightly.

Blaine's heart sank and started to beat faster in panic, "Wha-uh," Blaine chuckled nervously. He didn't want this moment to end but he didn't want to scare Kurt away either. Kurt probably had a girlfriend and just felt bad for the lonely blind kind. Blaine let go of Kurt's cheeks slowly suffocating himself with negatice thoughts of Kurt treating Blaine like a charity case.

"I was, uh, nice to meet you too," Blaine forced a smile not ready to break away from the moment. Kurt lightly toughed Blaine's shoulder, "See you tomorrow?" he asked. Blaine tried to look into Kurt's eyes even though it was impossible.

"Of course," Blaine sighed happily as heard Kurt's steps descending into the distance.