Summary: Blaine is blind and the only way he can cope is by saying he's cursed. Follow the story of Blaine and how he meets Kurt, the love of his life. Follow an original story written by Blaine and how uses his story to understand his blindness.
Author's Note: I'm trying something new here, so give me a break! Let me know what you think with a review and please do follow the story, hopefully you'll like it enough to!
Disclaimer: Glee belongs to Ryan Murphy and Fox, not me!
My Eyes, Your Heart
"…but, it was so that the works of God might be displayed in him."
(John 9:3)
Chapter 1:
Not once had it been heard of, no eye sight, until the almighty God went blind himself.
Many, many years ago, there was a boy. He was the most ungrateful human being God had come to know. The saddest part was God had created him and was ashamed for doing so. Truth be told, the boy would put down the lives of those who got in his way, he would shun those who had more than he could offer, and he would insult those who dare have the looks of a prince or princess. He was a true devil. No one knew why.
God appeared from nowhere, from just dust from the ground. "Your time has come you peasant! You've sinned." God yelled to him.
The boy listened to the voice of the man standing in front of him. "Who are you? Why do you talk to me so?"
"I'm God. I'm your father. You do as I say, you do as I do."
"No, sir! I had a father once and he abandoned me. You're no father to me."
God was concerned. He had always known what his children were doing. But, he neglected this young man and now the results were terrible. He did not understand how his absence could be so dangerous.
"Listen, young man! Despite what you say and know now, I am here to help you through your problems. Call me your father and I will be here for you always."
The boy listened to him, paying attention to every detail that was being spoken. The boy did not do as God said, though.
"I do not want what you have to offer, you're not my father! You never will be."
God placed his hand on the boys shoulder and began to pray. The boy pulled from him, trying to release himself. The bond was very strong; the boy could feel the faith and hope entering his body. He denied it all, everything God was offering to him.
"If you do not wish for this, what I have for you, then I shall cast you to hell!"
But, with one sentence, God's eyes greyed: "I'm already there."
In an instant, God went blind. His eye sight was gone and his hope of seeing his creation, the world and his people, had vanished.
God, now ashamed of himself, went missing. He ran from his problems, instead of facing them. This was not God, not the God everyone knew and came to love. Something was terribly wrong…
They say that being blind is like losing faith, and that's what they say happened to God.
Blaine went blind 4 years, 9 months, 5 weeks, and 6 days ago. The doctor said it was Trachoma, but he knew he had been cursed. It was the story he made up and it's the story that's helped him cope for as long as he's had to. Once doctors couldn't cure him, he cried himself to sleep for God knows how long! He knew the faces of his friends and family, but once his vision was impaired, he had to rely on voice of the people he loved. He'd mastered the skill of hearing the voice and seeing them in his head, but it wasn't the same. One day, his parents just decided that it was best he didn't go to public school, that he wasn't exposed to the dangers of school, all because he was blind. He hated his life.
"Honey, I've made breakfast. Do you want some? Of course you do, I'll bring it to you." Ever sense the "accident", his mother would talk like this. You know, ask a question and just answer for him. He was blind, not stupid, but his mother just couldn't understand.
Blaine had been struggling with reading. In the years it's taken him to learn braille, he still had trouble comprehending all there is to know. Often when reading a story, he'd miss one thing and it would change the whole outcome of what he thought he was reading. When his mother tested him on the story she assigned him, she would think he was teasing, but no, he didn't understand.
Once his mother got a better job, she wasn't even able to take care of him, so they sent him away to a school for the blind. At first, it sounded official. Like, he'd be with others like him, but he was wrong. Being in one of these schools, he could imagine tall, white walls and long halls. People in wheelchairs and lady-doctors all dressed in white. And, he'd picture a morgue just down the hall, where they'd send you if you died in your sleep after dreaming up a dream of true colors. At least you'd die happy.
You see, Blaine only had his imagination, now. Having been able to see before and not being able to see now is much different than have not being able to see at all. He had much pity on people who were born blind, but he would still ask them all about it. People would ask him, mostly. What is was like to see the color blue or pink, green or purple. He's always say: It's just a color. Colors don't matter unless you're an artist. He would then change the subject. Though he remembers some colors and how vibrant they were, everything he used to know, everything he used to see was slowly slipping away from his memory. It hurt him to have to deny he didn't remember what his own mother looked like, what his own body looked like.
Blaine liked to believe that his other senses were heightened, but when he tried listening to what his parents were arguing about down stairs, he couldn't. Or, when his mother started a bath for him, he couldn't always hear the running water. It was sad, but Blaine learned to not cry, there was no point, especially if he couldn't see himself crying. And that was his motto: Why cry if you can't see yourself do it?