Ok, so this is set in a future where Kurt and Blaine never met and the sort of repercussions of this. Kurt is a blind (you'll find out how in a later chapter, probably the second one :s) pianist who gets drafted in to play in Blaine's dance class at a big arts school in New York, so klaine is back baby! For the world would be a dark and dreary place if klaine did not exist to brighten up our days. Enjoy and review, I love feedback. Unless its done by someone really horrible that's just trying to put me down and in that case, shame on you douchebag!

Kurt tapped his way along the hall, his cane catching the can that someone had dropped before he could trip over it. He heard people walking by and smelt perfume waft past his nose. The sound of a door clicking shut to his right. Kurt turned to it, running his fingers over the wood to find the brass plate attached to the front. The metal was cool to the touch and he focused on working out the letters and number engraved on the brass.

DANCE STUDIO 4

He had found it. Excellent, he thought as he entered. Kurt could tell the room was empty, he would have heard breathing on his way in even if he didn't want to. He could feel a light breeze so assumed there were large windows on the far wall. He walked left until he reached the wall, touching it – mirrors. So that meant the piano was on this side of the room, probably in the corner so that the dancers could see what they were doing in the glass. He felt his way around with his hands and cane until he found the piano, seating himself quietly and putting his cane and bag down.

Blaine walked along with his friends as they chatted around him noisily, all wearing their black leotards as they made their way to the dance studio. It was his second year at New York's School for The Arts and it was like he had found a home. Nobody judged him or called him names. Here he was just another student and like two-thirds of the boys here, he was gay. He entered Dance Studio 4 to see someone already sitting at the piano. He was struck by the dark glasses the man wore even though he looked relatively young. He's blind, his eyes widening slightly as he came to this realisation. He can't be much older than me, he thought, frowning. The man had light brown hair that came up in a slight quiff, contrasting beautifully with his porcelain skin.

"Hurry up people, we haven't got all day!" came the voice of his dance teacher in slightly accented English, ushering the last few stragglers in with a wave of her perfectly manicured hand. She, like them, was dressed in a black leotard, but had a kind of jewelled sash thing that came around her tiny waist and flowed around her legs. "This is Mr Hummel, and he will be accompanying you." she looked at Kurt for the first time. "You have five minutes warm up and then we will begin" she made her way over to the young man at the piano. Kurt had been running his fingers over the keys, having a quick practice in his head

"Mr Hummel, I did not realise that you were…"

"Blind? Yes" he shrugged a little. And so young, she thought – he can't be much older than my students. 21?

"Is there anything I can get you?"

"Non Madame Abel, je suis d'accord"

"Parlez vous francais?" she replied in her mother tongue

"Oui. Il est tres belle" she smiled a little, she missed Paris. Madame Abel stepped away from him and watched her class for a moment, making sure that everyone was warming up properly. She caught Blaine only really half doing his stretches, far more interested in the man sitting at the piano.

"Mr Anderson!" Blaine flicked back to reality, starting a little as his head snapped towards his teacher. "Since you have obviously stretched properly, you can perform first" Blaine gulped a little as he nodded, moving to the centre of the room. "Mr Hummel, you may begin" Kurt raised his hands to the keys, remembering the series of notes he had learnt especially for this. It was Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata, a personal favourite of his. He had one foot on the pedal and the other on the wooden floor which started to vibrate in sympathy to the notes coming from the piano. Blaine gave himself a moment to focus. You can do this, he thought as he started to move. Kurt frowned as he played, his hands taking over from his brain. Normally he could feel the person as they moved, especially when they danced. But the young man dancing in the middle of the room was incredibly light on his feet, absorbing the shock of every landing after he leapt into the air. Wow, he's good, he thought. Blaine turned on the spot, extending his arms and trying to create the curves in his body Madame Abel always banged on about. The piece finally came to an end with Blaine on one knee on the wood floorboards. Everyone clapped, including Kurt which caused Blaine to flush with embarrassment. Kurt made a point to turn around on the piano stool and smile in the direction he assumed the silent dancer was, making Blaine going even pinker than he had been.

By the end of the class Kurt was massaging his hands a little from playing too much and Blaine was just bloody tired from all the dancing. But he wanted to speak to the piano player, so he picked up his bag quickly and made his way over as the other man was fumbling about on the floor near the stool for his cane. Blaine reached down and picked it up, taking one of the man's hands and placing the cane in it. Kurt was startled slightly because he hadn't heard Blaine come over, even with his over developed sense of hearing. But he recovered quickly, taking the cane and nodding

"Thank you"

"You play the piano very well Mr Hummel"

"Just Kurt is fine"

"I'm Blaine Anderson"

"Where you the one that danced first at the beginning of class?"

"Yeah" so this is the weightless dancer. "Um, do you want to get some coffee?" Kurt frowned a little at this, who asks the blind guy for coffee? Blaine could see the indecision in his face, and to be fair he had been kind of forward but he knew if he didn't ask now he would make up excuses in his head so that he wouldn't have to. "It's alright if you say no, I just wanted to ask, you know just to get to know each other better because you're going to be playing with us for a while and-"

"I'll have coffee with you" he said, a smile playing about his lips as he picked up his bag from beside the piano stool. He adjusted the strap slightly and tapped his cane across the floor as he turned to where he knew the exit was. They made their way out of the school quietly, not really speaking to each other until Blaine piped up once they got through the front doors

"So where are you from?"

"Lima, Ohio" Blaine raised a triangular eyebrow

"I'm from Westerville. I went to Dalton Academy"

"McKinley High School" Kurt turned right instinctively, knowing where the closest coffee shop was by smell. He liked this place because it was quiet and the smell of coffee kind of wrapped him up and made him feel comfortable. Blaine followed him, unsure of how the other man knew where this place was. Kurt entered with that shrill tinkling bell he kept telling Jill to get rid of sounding in his ears.

"Hey Kurt!" came Jill's voice from nearby

"Hi Jill" he walked towards the counter until his cane hit the wood so he knew to stop moving.

"Who's this?"

"I'm Blaine. Kurt is playing the piano for our dance class"

"Oh are you at NYSFTA?"

"Yeah, I'm in my second year at the moment"

"Well good for you. Being a triple threat it hard."

"You got that right" he smiled a little

"Anyway, what can I get you sweetie?"

"Usual grande nonfat mocha Jill" the woman turned her eyes to the dancer

"I'll have a medium drip please"

"No problem, you go sit yourselves down and I'll bring those over in a minute"

"Thanks Jill" Kurt moved forward again, knowing where his favourite booth was after being here so many times. Once they had seated themselves Blaine asked the other man a question that had been bothering slightly

"How do you know where everything is?" Kurt frowned at him

"What?"

"I mean, you seem to know where stuff is without being able to, you know…" he trailed off, not wanted to say the word in case it upset Kurt

"See?"

"Yeah"

"Well I wasn't born blind. But over time I guess my other senses have heighted, especially my hearing so I mostly make assumptions based on observations. And I've been here like a million times so I know my way around now. Jill's apartment is opposite mine; we met when I tripped up the stairs and couldn't find my cane"

"Did you know that if a stair is off my as little as two millimetres, most people will trip?"

"Really? That can't be right"

"It is, I promise you"

"Hm" he shrugged slightly, accepting Blaine's words

"So what brought you to new York?"

"It meant I wasn't in freakin Ohio anymore." Blaine smiled in understanding – he hadn't liked Ohio much either "I'd always dreamed of coming here. Even before I lost my sight. It was like…" he frowned, trying to find the right words "my calling."

"Do you have anyone back in Lima?"

"My dad and stepmom still live there. My stepbrother Finn went to university there, much to everyone's surprise, and he's training to be a teacher"

"Good for him"

"So how long have you been at NYSFTA?"

"I'm in my second year"

"Taking all three arts must be difficult"

"Yeah. I don't know I managed to pass last year, there was so much going on it was crazy. I'm pretty sure I lived off red bull during the exams" Kurt smiled at this.

"Here's your coffee boys" came Jill's voice near Kurt and she put the mugs down in front of each man. Kurt lifted a hand and waved it a few centimetres above the mugs until he located the steam coming from his own. He lowered his hand and found the rim of the mug, searching for the handle and picking up the mug so that he could blow on the heated liquid.

"When did you learn to play the piano?"

"I learnt from about the age of 8. I never stopped. It kept me sane after I lost my sight"

"Do you mind if I ask how you lost you-"

"I don't want to talk about it" Kurt cut him off quietly, his voice dark. Blaine frowned a little, his triangular eyebrows almost touching.

Three weeks later both men had been meeting regularly after school to chat and get to know each other. They had become good friends despite Kurt's visual impairment and had a lot in common. Both liked the same music and TV shows and came from the same state so understood what it was like growing up in such a homophobic environment. Kurt was happier than he had been in a while – Blaine didn't treat him like a helpless blind person. He felt like an equal around the weightless dancer rather than an inferior.

"Can I see your eyes?" Blaine asked out of the blue one drizzly Tuesday. Kurt frowned at him

"Why? They don't work"

"I just want to look. Please?"

"Oh, ok. Um, there are some scars around them too so don't freak out when you see" Kurt's hand was shaking slightly as he reached for his glasses, pulling the black frames from his face. His eyelids flickered for a moment and then opened to let Blaine see. The younger man gasped

"The scars are kind of gross aren't they?" he nodded slightly but Blaine was shaking his head

"I wasn't gasping at the scars, I barely noticed them. It's just your eyes, they're just, wow" Blaine couldn't find the fight words. His mother had always said that there would be a time in his life that he would see something so beautiful that he would be able to describe it. Kurt's eyes were an incredible mixture of blue and green and grey and he couldn't work out which colour was what. He felt like he could float in those pools of glasz forever, they were just amazing. Kurt was biting his lip, unsure of what was happening. As soon as he had felt the half healing wounds on his face, he had got those glasses to cover them up – he only took them off when he went to bed and wouldn't leave home without them on. The last time anyone had seen his eyes was his father right after he lost his sight and they were 'blind proofing' the house.

"Can I see you?" he said cutting into Blaine's revelry quietly

"How?"

"I have no idea what you look like, I just wanted to touch your face so I could work it out" he mumbled

"It's fine" Blaine said with a smile, and took Kurt's wrist, pulling his hand towards his face. His hand trembled slightly as he ran his fingers gently over Blaine's tan skin, brushing over his triangular eyebrows and the curve of his nose. The digits moved of their own accord shifting back up to touch his hair which felt weird and then drifting over to Blaine's ear which was small and rounded. He barely felt Kurt's slim fingers wonder over his closed eyes, catching his long eyelashes and stroking along his cheek. He felt the slight stubble on Blaine's chin and then wafted over to his mouth, just touching his slightly parted lips. His hand withdrew and Blaine's eyes flickered open.

"What colour are your eyes?"

"Erm. I think my mom said hazel"

"I don't know what that looks like"

"It's like a mixture of green and brown and yellow. I'm not quite sure" Kurt was trying to imagine colours, which was hard since he hadn't seen any in over three years.

"And what was in your hair? It felts really weird"

"It's just gel" Blaine shrugged

"Why? Have you never heard of styling spray?"

"We don't all have straight perfect hair like you Kurt. My hair is this black curly thing on the top of my head so I use gel to hold it down" Kurt was trying to put the features he had felt into a person in his head. Blaine was5"8 (a couple inches shorter than him) and slim due to all the dancing. His hair was black and held down by gel. He had managed to map out almost all of Blaine apart from one thing – his eyes. He had no idea what hazel was and he had nothing to compare it too. He had asked Jill, who had googled it for him. Apparently it shifted between brown and green, but with flashes of gold interspersed. Kurt didn't know what to think, but he reckoned if he could see Blaine's eyes, just once, they would have been beautiful.