Blaine stood in the hallway outside of his living room, his hand gripped around the doorknob. His thoughts were racing and he was breathing heavily. He was going to do this. He was going to talk to his parents. Ever since Kurt had mentioned that he liked guys at the beginning of the week Blaine couldn't stop thinking about it. Thinking that maybe he was like that too. He remembered when he was younger his parent's had mentioned something about being gay. It had been during one of their many discussions about the people from South Edge. It was around the same time he was fairly certain he had heard them mention the name Hummel. The only thing was he couldn't remember was the way in which they were talking about it. Usually everything they said about people from the South Edge was insulting. That they all had different views. They had a different lifestyle. His parent's always brought money into it. Apparently they didn't have very much of it. His parent's thought that was enough reason to say that everything they did was wrong. According to his family the people there thought that it was alright if people chose to stay blind for life or if they wanted to wait until they were older to see. Blaine guessed that somewhere in there being gay came into conversation, he just didn't really know it at the time. But had they really meant it in a bad way? Or was he just too young at the time to understand? Blaine let out a sigh and pushed the door open, he was going to do this.

His parent's stopped their conversation as he entered the room. "Mom... Dad. I was wondering if I could talk to you for a second." He slowly walked towards one of the sofas in the room where he had heard his mother's voice before he had come in and sat down beside her.

"Of course. You don't have to ask to talk to us, Blaine," his mother, Clarissa said. She sounded tense, she knew something was up.

"And hurry up," his father added, oblivious to the tone in Clarissa's voice, "we have people coming over in a bit."

"Michael," his mother warned, trying to tell him that there was clearly something wrong with Blaine.

"It's just..." Blaine started, he could practically feel their eyes on him. "It's just, we have a new student at school," his parent's interest increased at that.

"If you want to have her for dinner this weekend I can cancel plans wit-"

"No, dad, that's not what I mean. We have a new student, yes. It's a guy though. He's my age."

"And he's important because?" his father asked, interrupting Blaine again.

"Look, can you just let me finish talking before you start talking?" Blaine took a few deep breaths before continuing. "Okay. So he's new to our school, and he's eighteen too... And he's- he's- well. He said that he's from the South Edge." Blaine paused to listen to his parent's reactions. He could hear them sit up in their seats, and his father was about to start talking again, but Blaine took over. "He said something to me. He said that he liked... guys. And I was just wondering," he said, raising his voice because Michael was once again trying to get a word in, "is it possible for two people that are the same gender to get their sight together? Can they fall in love?" Blaine smiled a little, pleased that he got all of that out.

"I'm calling the school," his father said to Clarissa, ignoring Blaine's question. "They can't let that kind into his school. It's disgusting. They're in Dalton so they can all end up in appropriate relationships. Blaine shouldn't be anywhere near those..." His father stopped talking, lost for words. Blaine could hear him starting to leave the room, but he stopped to say something else to Blaine. "Don't talk to him, Blaine. Don't go anywhere near him. I'll make sure he's out of your school soon enough." He took a few more paces forewords, but stopped once more. "What was his name, Blaine?"

Blaine hesitated at that. What was he supposed to say? He didn't want Kurt to leave. He couldn't make up a name though. His father would find out. "Kurt," he said between clenched teeth. "Kurt Hummel."

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Blaine smashed his locker closed and leaned his head against the door. He was supposed to stay with Kurt all day to show him around and get him used to the school, but he just couldn't. He was torn between what his father said and just talking to Kurt anyways. He wanted to more than anything, but he knew that he would probably get in trouble.

"You okay, Blaine?" Nick asked from beside him. "You haven't said a word to anyone since you got the new kid yesterday."

"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm just feeling a little sick. I think I'm just going to lie down or something for a bit. Tell Mrs. Bromley that I'm not feeling well so I couldn't make her class, okay?"

"Sure thing," Nick gently rested his hand on Blaine's shoulder before turning around and heading to his next class. At least this period off would give him some time to think. His father had stayed up yelling at the school for hours and once he was off the phone he just continued to shout at Clarissa. It didn't really give time for Blaine and his thoughts and he still had a pounding headache. He slowly dragged his feet down the boys locker hallway and into the main one. Before he really had time to realize where he was going he was standing at the door that lead into the music room. Was there a class in there? Blaine shrugged and opened the door, hoping that there wasn't.

The first note of a song filled the room with the sound of a piano. Someone was in here... But they were still playing so they obviously didn't notice that Blaine had entered. Whoever was playing continued to fiddle around for a second, getting used to the feel of the piano before they started to sing. Sing in a voice that Blaine had never heard before, but a voice that he wished he could hear for the rest of his life.

It's a little bit funny this feeling inside
I'm not one of those who can easily hide

Blaine recognized the song after the first few words and smiled. They were amazing. It was beautiful. He couldn't think of words to suit the warmth that filled him with every word.

I don't have much money but boy if I did
I'd buy a big house where we both could live

He took a few steps closer to the piano, all thoughts leaving his head. His headache vanished in a second and he couldn't help but smile greater than he could ever remember having smiled.

If I was a sculptor, but then again, no
Or a man who makes potions in a travelling show
I know it's not much but it's the best I can do
My gift is my song and this one's for you

The stranger playing the piano picked up speed and volume, even more emotion flooding into his voice. Without even thinking about it, Blaine joined in with whoever was singing, their voices blending flawlessly.

And you can tell everybody that this is your song
It may be quite simple but now that it's done

The piano player took in a breath as he realized someone else was in the room. He didn't stop playing though, aware that the other person wasn't there to kick him out.

I hope you don't mind
I hope you don't mind that I put down in words
How wonderful life is while you're in the world

Blaine backed off again, just listening to the stranger sing. It was mesmerizing.

I sat on the roof and kicked off the moss
Well a few of the verses well they've got me quite cross
But the sun's been quite kind
While I wrote this song
It's for people like you that keep it turned on

He walked even closer to the piano, running his hands along the side of it. He needed to figure out who was playing.

So excuse me forgetting but these things I do
You see I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue

Blaine joined in at the last second, the two of them finishing the song together.

Anyways the thing is what I really mean
Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen

As the last words flowed out of Blaine's mouth everything made sense. Who was someone that he hadn't heard sing, but said that they did?

"Kurt," he said, the worry from earlier back in his system, but at the same time he couldn't help but smile.

"Blaine," Kurt replied after a hesitant second.

"I didn't know that you could sing."

"Well, I told you that I signed up for music," Kurt said, belting out laughter.

"I know, but still. I just wasn't expecting... that." Blaine flushed slightly at his words, but stopped talking. Did Kurt know about his father calling the school? Was he going to have to leave?

Kurt shrugged, even though he knew Blaine would't notice. He didn't really know what else to say. "My dad got a call this morning from the school," he started, deciding to just go right at it. It was clear that they were both thinking about the same thing. "Apparently some parent isn't too happy with me being here."

Blaine tried to stutter out a response, but he couldn't get the right words. Nothing was coming to him. He couldn't think of any way to explain, and the only thought that was running through his head was what would happen to Kurt. "They aren't making you leave, right?" he finally got out.

"They can't," Kurt said, "My dad's paying the tuition, and it's not like I've done anything wrong..." he paused for a bit, not exactly sure how much he should tell Blaine. "They want me to- to blend in with everyone though. They said it would make all of the families here more comfortable if I just pretended for a bit. They want me to just pretend that I like girls."

Blaine bit down on his lip hard, tasting blood. This was all his fucking fault. He shouldn't have said anything. She should have stayed quiet. "I'm sorry," he whispered.

"It's fine, Blaine," Kurt sighed as he stretched out his fingers across the piano keys. "I guess it's better than before," he said, more to himself than Blaine.

"Kurt?" Blaine asked, tapping his hands on the side to calm his nerves. "I tired talking to my parents. Not to get you in trouble. I really didn't think they would react like that," he rushed out his explanation before he had time to give up and stay silent. "I just, I wanted to know if... You said that someone can like the same gender, yes? So I was just wondering, does that mean you can receive your sight with them? Or can that only happen with someone who isn't gay?"

"Straight," Kurt said, "When you like the opposite gender where I'm from people call it straight. I guess you wouldn't know that because you never really had the option..." Kurt rambled on for a second. "But yes... Blaine, love is love. It doesn't matter who they are. Girl, guy, super strange human-dragon-demon, I don't know. It just does't matter. If two people love each other, they get their sight together. I don't know what they teach you here, but that's the way it works.

"Thank you, Kurt," Blaine smiled to himself. He had a hundred different questions bubbling in his head. Was it possible that he had been gay this whole time and didn't know it? Was that why he never felt a spark with any of the girls his father introduced him to? More than anything he wanted to know why Kurt was here. He said that it was safer, but what did he mean? He didn't bother him with any of them though. He wasn't sure if he could make enough sense of his own thoughts to ask someone else. Too much was going on in his head. He simply sat down on the piano bench beside Kurt and hummed the last few notes to the song they had just been singing.

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Thad stood outside of the music room, looking in through the window. There was a happiness he had never seen before in the corner of Blaine's eyes, and he couldn't help but smile.