Blaine clenched his hand tightly around his fork, causing his knuckles to turn white. "Yes mother. I like music," he said, trying to sound enthusiastic, but instead it only came out sarcastic.

"Well, sure, you're a fine singer, but it's not like that's actually going to get you anywhere in life. Once Blaine get's his sight and is out of that damn school he's going to work towards something real. An architect. You can take over my business when I'm done."

He couldn't help but laugh at his father's addition to the conversation. How could he go and call him a fine singer when the last time he had heard a note come out of his mouth was when he was twelve. He didn't care about Blaine's singing in the slightest. He figured it couldn't earn him any money and therefore it wasn't worth anything. That's how it's always been. Every week since he turned sixteen his father would bring over some girl to the house for dinner. They would try to get Blaine to talk to whoever she was. Get him to like her. Get them to fall in love. They wanted Blaine to be able to see, and the only way that was going to happen was if he fell in love. It happened for most kids when they were about fourteen. It seemed outrageous to him, though. He wasn't ready to fall in love. He didn't have the slightest feelings for a single girl that he knew, and he just felt hopeless. By the time he turned sixteen all of his friends had fallen in love. They received their sight and didn't want anything to do with Blaine. It would have been inconvenient for them to stay friends. His parent's started to panic at that point. He was a disappointment. He was hopeless. That's why they sent him to Dalton. It was a school for kids like him. People who hadn't been able to fall in love yet. While everyone else his age was working on their careers he was stuck at a school for the blind. It was unfair.

The girl that they brought over this week was someone named Liane. Blaine's parent's said that she was gorgeous, but it really didn't make a difference to him. He felt no connection, no spark. He knew from the second that she sat down at the table with them that she wouldn't be right for him. She apparently liked music too, but it didn't change anything. He wasn't going to fall in love with someone simply because they had the same interests.

"I'm going up to my room. I have school tomorrow and I still have some work that I need to get done. Thanks for coming Liane. Sorry." He wasn't sure if the last word was directed to the girl for ruining her night, or his parents for being such a disappointment. Either way, he hated himself at the moment. Why couldn't he just be normal and fall in love? He dragged his feet up to his room without really thinking about it. He had lived in the house for such a long time that worrying about not being able to see wasn't really a problem. Instead of finishing the work that he had he laid back on his bed, taking in harsh breaths. He was just going to be alone for life. It didn't matter. He could get a small house and live there by himself. He didn't need anyone. Sure, he would be poor as hell. People didn't want to hire the ones that still couldn't see. They couldn't work as fast, couldn't make as much money.

Blaine rolled over and sighed into his pillows, knowing that he wasn't going to be getting very much sleep that night.

In an early morning Warblers rehearsal the next day, Blaine sat in a chair at the back of the room. Only a small part of his attention was on the current argument that was going on between the council members. Apparently Wes had lost his gavel again and he was trying to blame it on some innocent member who was new to the group this year. In any other situation he probably wouldn't have been friends with Wes, but he didn't really have many options. The school held almost all of the student's living in the area who didn't have their sight yet, but over the years that number decreased. Seeing as Blaine was now eighteen, almost all of the other kids that were his age had fallen in love and left. Now it was just a handful of them. A handful of outcasts.

He heard someone clear their throat from in front of him and he jumped back in surprise. "Blaine," it was Thad talking, "we have a new student that needs to be taken around, and seeing as you aren't interested in the important conversation that is currently going on, I was hoping that you would do it." Thad was a year older than Blaine and he had actually gotten his sight the year before, but chose to stay at the school. The girl that he had fallen in love with died a few months later. Thad wouldn't talk about how it happened, and refused to bring up anything about her. He could have gotten a job somewhere, but instead he chose to stay at the school and keep everything in order. It was convenient to have a student who could keep an eye on things. It reduced the amount of times that they destroyed parts of the school at least.

"Important conversation?" Blaine smirked, "We fight about Wes' stupid hammer at least once a week. It's nothing new." He stood up anyways though, and maneuvered his way out of the classroom. Usually teachers were supposed to take care of new students, but it must have been too early in the morning for them. They were probably preparing for classes. Blaine didn't notice how fast he was walking and without thinking about listening for when he heard the new student's breathing or voice he walked right into someone. "I-I'm... So sorry... Sorry," he stuttered awkwardly hoping that this wasn't the new kid. That would be really uncomfortable first greeting.

"It's fine, I probably should have said something when I heard you coming," the voice sounded shy and unfamiliar to Blaine. Shit, this was definitely the new kid. "I'm Kurt. Kurt Hummel," he added.

Hummel... Blaine was fairly certain he had heard that name before. Maybe his parent's had used it before at dinner once. He usually knew most of the last names of the people in his town quite well though, there was no way he was from his area. "Right, I'm Blaine Anderson," he said, a second too late. "I'm supposed to take you around and stuff, but there really isn't that much to tell you about. The hall we are in now is just the main entrance. If we walk this way for a few seconds," he said, taking Kurt's hand and walking along, "we can either turn left or right. Right is to the boys lockers and left is to the girls. In front of us is a staircase. It takes us to all of the academic classes. There is another staircase on that floor that will take you up to all of the classes where we learn how to 'fall in love' and try to figure out what we are going to do once we have our sight." Blaine's voice was bitter and Kurt could tell that he didn't really believe he would be seeing any time soon. "Oh, also, if we keep on walking down this hall," he stepped to the right slightly so they wouldn't walk up the stairs, "we have all of the art rooms. Music, photography, dance, that kind of stuff. You have to take one art, because apparently it's a good way to get to know people and find the one."

Kurt nodded to himself taking it all in. "I already signed up for music... The Warblers, no?"

"Yeah, that's us. We're pretty good for a group of blind singing teenage girls and guys." Blaine sighed and started to walk Kurt over to the music room. "As you can tell, there are bumps on the floor to show you were to go. They get dense when you are coming close to a wall, disappear completely when you are in front of a door, and turn into long lines when you are in front of a staircase. So pretty standard. Also," Blaine started, hesitantly, "just wondering, how old are you?" Kurt's voice sounded young, but there was also maturity behind it, so he couldn't be sure.

"I'm eighteen," Kurt said, and Blaine suddenly stopped in his tracks

"Oh," he whispered. "Cool. Me too. You're going to be one of ten- well, now eleven, just so you know. And only three of us are girls, so we're all kind of hopeless when it comes to trying to find someone to get our sight with."

Kurt laughed for the first time since he got there, "That doesn't matter to me," he said, still chuckling, "I'm gay, so it's probably actually better."

Blaine crinkled his eyebrows together, confused. He had heard that word somewhere before too, but it was distant, just like the boys last name. "Sorry? I don't... I don't know what you mean," he felt stupid not knowing. It was probably something he should have learned years ago.

"Right," Kurt said, his laughter fading, "I forgot, everyone here is probably from the North Edge. I guess you wouldn't really talk about it... Gay, so I like the same gender as me, I like guys."

Blaine's mouth fell open. Wait. That was a thing? Guys and girls didn't have to... like each other? People could love the same gender?