A/N: This is my first Klaine story. It's originally an AU on two RP characters of a friend and mine, but one of the faces was Darren Criss so it's easy to change it slightly to become a Klaine story.

Original version on my Tumblr wordsofwhisper

First meeting

Kurt wasn't used to walking by himself yet with only his white cane. He's had quite some practice now, but still he walked into walls or chairs that he somehow didn't touch with his white cane. Practice, they told him. That's why Kurt was walking around the corridors of the institute he was currently staying at. He wasn't sure how long he had to stay here. Just until you've recovered, dear, his stepmother Carol had kindly said. Maybe it was better that he wasn't at home with Finn around there as well. He knew the guy was lump and leaving stuff behind all over the place for him to trip. Although he did know the house by heart, he would probably bump into more stuff there than he was here. Kurt couldn't even see if he had bruises on his legs, but he could definitely feel them.

Ever since the accident happened a few weeks ago, he had been angry. That's why his father Burt and Carol put him here to recover when he was discharged from the hospital. Kurt was blind, although the doctor had good hopes with him that it wouldn't be permanently. His dad and Carol kept their hopes up, but Kurt not so much. Although he couldn't see the look on the doctor's face when he told his parents about the news, Kurt could hear a different tone in his voice. There were risks and what he said was only a hunch, a hope himself. Of course, he wasn't going to disappoint them by saying that they just had to accept that he was blind now. But the anger was still there and he had lashed out to everyone enough times that his dad and Carol didn't want to risk bringing Kurt home, too scared that he might hurt one of them or even himself when they weren't looking.

Suddenly his hearing was being tested. He could only hear now when someone was approaching. It was when he opened his eyes for the first time and noticed he couldn't see that he suddenly was completely depended on his hearing. He still wasn't used to not being able to see but it was getting easier each day. Kurt made his parents buy him sunglasses so nobody had to look him in the eyes when he couldn't even look them back. At least with the glasses on his nose he didn't have to pretend he couldn't see.

The nurse, or whatever she was in this institute, had showed him around a couple of times but she was talking too fast for Kurt to really take in where everything was. He had been lost numerous times now and today was just another one of those days. He wanted to go get something to drink in the living room, but he had miscalculated the corridors and took one left too early. He didn't realise it until he bumped into a wall where there was supposed to be another corridor.

Suddenly he heard the sound of a piano coming from his right.

Kurt stopped and listened. Now that he couldn't see, he could really listen to the things that were going on around him. The piano music was a beautiful change and the soft and slow melody calmed him after his minor frustration when he realised he was lost once again. Turning around, he moved his white cane in front of him, walking towards the sound of the music and finding the room. He slowly found the doorknob and pushed the door open, hearing the piano sound growing. Kurt just stood there in the doorway, listening to the melody and getting lost in his thoughts as so many emotions came up to him listening to one simple, but slow melody. Whoever the kid was who was playing the instrument, was a genius.

"Wow," Kurt said when the sound had died and it was dead silent in the room now. However, he got no reply. "That was really amazing. You have some real talent." He was really curious to who this kid was that had these magical fingers.

Yet again, there was only silence. Until he heard the movement of a bench and then some shuffling footsteps. At first he thought they were walking away from him, but the echo of the room made it look like they were everywhere. It was confusing Kurt so much.

"Hello? Somebody there?" Kurt called out this time. Had he scared of the kid? Had he run past him or walked somewhere where he pretended to have left the room until Kurt would turn around and walk away himself.

A brush of air suddenly came closer. Then he felt the small brush of fingers over his hand that was clutched around the white cane. There was definitely someone out there.

"Hello, um. I'm Kurt." He couldn't figure out why the kid wasn't talking to him until he felt his free hand being grabbed and brought in front of him. He felt some movement coming from the other hand, but it confused him even more. "I'm sorry, I don't understand." His palm was being brought upwards and he felt a finger moving over his palm, tickling at first until he realised the person was sending him a message. H-I. The kid was saying hello.

"Hi," Kurt repeated back. "What's your name?"

Kurt could feel a finger moving over his palm again, sending him another message. R-I-V-I-N-E. What kind of name was that? Rivine. Kurt had never heard of it before, but he wasn't going to question the kid's name. His parents sure must've loved the name since they picked it out for their kid. Maybe it was a family's name and he went by Riv, or something like it. Maybe even Vin?

"Nice to meet you, Rivine," Kurt said with a smile on his face before he heard a weird sound coming from across him. It sounded like a giggle, but he couldn't be too sure about it. Then the kid repeated the same letters, but this time a bit different. B-L-A-I-N-E. Well, that made a lot more sense to Kurt although he was definitely blushing he got the guy's name wrong.

"I'm so sorry!" Kurt quickly apologised to him. "I'm really stupid. Blaine. That's a much better name." There was the same giggling sound again and he could feel the kid – definitely knowing it was a boy now – still holding his hand. "Do you mind if I touch your face, so I know what you look like?" Kurt asked.

Blaine took his hand and brought it to his face, where he could feel the roundness of one of his cheeks. Then he felt another hand on his cane-clutched hand and taking it from him so he could move his other hand to the other side of Blaine's face. Two eyes, a nose, a mouth, two ears; pretty standard for a face. There were no glasses, although that didn't mean he wasn't wearing contacts. Kurt couldn't feel those without hurting the kid's eyes. Kurt wasn't too good in this yet; he'd only felt a handful of people's faces so far since he was pretty familiar with his family's faces from memory. He could feel bushy eyebrows and then moving further up were tiny curls of hair. It was a bit frustration to Kurt to never find out what colour eyes the guy had or what colour hair. At least he could tell the boy was smaller than he was himself.

"Can I ask you something?" Kurt asked as he felt Blaine's head moving up and knowing, indicating that he could ask him. "You are deaf, aren't you?" For a moment nothing happened until Kurt could feel the tiniest nod. "Sorry for being blunt; I haven't been blind for a long time so I was a bit confused why you didn't talk back to me. You can tell me to shut up if I talk too much. Although, maybe it's good that you're deaf so you can't really listen to my whiny voice." Another blush covered his cheeks while he kept his hands on the kid's face. "Will you play something for me again?" Then another nod, a bigger one, came and soon his hand was clutched into Blaine's, who had given back his white cane and pulling with him somewhere in the middle of the room.

Blaine was being really helpful as he put him down on a small bench. Kurt touched in front of him before a sound filled the room and he realised Blaine had sat him next to him on the small bench by the piano. His shoulder brushed with Blaine's when he sat down and stayed close so he knew the kid was sitting next to him. Then the room was filled with the sound of a sweet, much happier melody coming from the piano, being played by the deaf Blaine.