Hi everybody! I'm an italian girl who loves English (so forgive me if I write something wrong) and I also love Klaine, so I decided to write another fanfiction besides an italian one I'm already writing.
This is an AU klaine with badboy!Blaine and blind!straight!Kurt, this chapter is quite short, anyway. It's some sort of introduction.
Oh, and, also, I'm not sure if I will be able to upload new chapters every two weeks, but I'll do my best. I haven't got a lot of time so I usually upload later. I'll try to do that with some sort of regularity :)
Enjoy :D
Chapter 1
Kurt was going in his bedroom after a long day at school.
He finally made it. He got into NYADA, one of the most important Dramatic Arts Academies in the United States of America, and he got in with his best friend Santana. They got an apartment with two bedrooms, and they lived there together. Yes, it was pretty much far away from the school, but who cared?
They found a beautiful apartment and they could afford it, so it was some sort of a goddamned piece of luck. The only problem was that his girlfriend Rachel was in another apartment with her best friend Quinn, but he didn't care about that either. They met everyday at school, so there was no problem.
As he entered the room he tossed his bag, but it didn't do the usual noise it did when it collided with the bed. It did a noise that scared the crap out of Kurt, and it wasn't his dance teacher's scream.
"Ouch! Hey!"
"OHSWEETMERCYOFLORD WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN MY BEDROOM AND WHO ARE YOU WHY ARE YOU LYING ON MY BED" he screamed as he heard the boy lying happily on his other bed grunting.
"Name's Blaine. You must be Kurt. 'm glad to meet my new roommate." answered the guy sarcastically getting on his elbows and looking at him with a sleepy gaze.
"Your new- your new what?!"
Kurt wasn't understanding anything. What the heck was that guy saying? He wasn't his roommate, he didn't have roommates! He used the other bed for dropping things on it, it was his dropping-things bed!
"No, you must have misunderstood, I have no roommates"
"Yes you have"
Kurt turned around in confusion and ran into Santana's bedroom, smashing against the wall before getting the door.
"SANTANA WHY THE FUCK THERE IS A BOY LYING ON MY DROPPING-THINGS BED" he screamed at her as he rushed into the room.
The girl looked at him and just said "He's a new student at NYADA. He needed a room, I thought he could move in. He's got a band and people say they're great"
A new student at NYADA...could it be...? No, he couldn't. He mustn't be the boy who had to...no. It wasn't him, it was impossible.
"I don't give a shit whether he's got a band or not! He's fucking lying on MY bed!" Kurt said her back desperately, and in that moment Blaine walked in the room.
"Well that's my bed now. I pay 1/3 of the rent, so I deserve a bed, honey" the guy's left hand reached out for Kurt's waist and grabbed it, pushing him closer as he whispered the last word in the other boy's ear. Kurt immediately pushed him away and grunted before telling him that he didn't have to touch him again or he would have been punched on the face.
"Woah, honey. Calm down. I just wanted to be friendly"
"Well that's not really friendly. That is flirty. So please don't touch me like that again, Blue"
"My name is Blaine"
"Yeah, whatever. And don't you even try to walk around naked or I'll kill you"
"The thing doesn't apply to you, babe. You can walk around naked as much as you desire. Instead, it would be better if you walked around naked."
And with that phrase Kurt's new roommate passed behind him and went back in their room.
The other guy was almost melting in anger. Who the heck was that friggin' idiot to treat him that way?! He was Kurt Elizabeth Hummel, Blaine didn't know anything about him and he had no right to treat him that way.
He ran after him and rushed into the room, shutting the door behind him.
"Listen, I don't give a fuck whether you're the most talented boy in the world or stuff. You could be Ewan McGregor, I wouldn't let you treat me like that anyway. So stop calling me honey and shut the fuck up. And don't you even try to touch me again!" he shouted to him, but when Blaine walked behind him without making noises, he kept his gaze where it was before.
"Why? Are you afraid I might rape you randomly anytime you will bend? Are you afraid I might turn you gay, sugar?" he whispered against Kurt's neck, putting his hands around his waist from back and pulling him closer rudely.
That action didn't do anything but increase the boy's anger, so Kurt turned to face him and punched him hard on the face, making him turn.
"Don' " he said angrily, his hands shaking in hate.
"What are you so scared about?! Do I disgust you?!" Blaine shouted back, thinking that the guy in front of him was homophobic.
"No, I'm not disgusted, you friggin' jackass! I don't like people touching me! Is it that much hard to get? I don't like being touched, especially from strangers who are also rude and sex-centered assholes!"
"Fine! I won't touch you again! Is it okay now?"
"Yeah, totally!"
"Oh, and, anyway, maybe if you remove your sunglasses you can see me and don't talk to the walls! Why do you keep them on?! They don't make you look cooler"
"I don't use them to be cooler!"
"Then why?! You look like an idiot!"
Those last shouts made Kurt even more angry than how much he already was. He had never loathed someone as he did with that Blaine. How could he dare judging him after having known him for something like a quarter of hour?
"BECAUSE IT WOULDN'T CHANGE ANYTHING!" he shouted so loudly he could have been heard in the whole country, taking his sunglasses off and staring at him.
Blaine's jaw fell as his eyes opened widely and his hand raised, covering the mouth.
The eyes staring at him weren't really doing that. They were glassy, even if filled by tears.
"Oh my god I didn't mean...I didn't know...I'm sorry." Blaine whispered, getting instinctively closer to Kurt.
"No, it's okay. You think you're the first? Well you are not. The world is full of imbecile idiots, so I'm kind of used to that. Now, if I may, I have to go."
And with that the boy put his sunglasses back on his nose, then walked away, took the cane next to the door and got out of the house, shutting the door after having screamed "Santana I'm going out, don't know when I'll come back!".
He wanted to run away from that shit. Yes, he was used to people who misunderstood and judged him and everything. He was used to being fucking blind. He was used to being treated like a walking, fresh, enormous shit. He was used to that. And he was strong. Most of times he didn't care about those people. He just ignored them.
He thought about them like sandpaper. They may have scratched him over and over. He might have suffered. But in the end he ended up polished and they ended up useless.
But that time, he didn't know why, he just...got hurt. He broke something like four times a year, but usually it was when it was mother's or father's day, or the first of November, when he went on their graves. It never was because of his sight or a person he didn't even know, it always was because of something related to his parents.
And that Blaine...he broke him. And the fact that he did it so easily made Kurt even angrier that how he already was, so in the exact moment he shut the door he started to run (because he knew by heart the building and the streets), while tears started to stream like waterfalls down his face.
Damn guy. How the hell did he made him cry?
Because that was the other horrible thing. Kurt never cried for someone else besides his family, and then this jackass arrived and boom. He ruined everything.
Goddamned guy.
But he wouldn't had let him get him down.
Nobody could break him, he was made of stone.
He never broke, he just bent, so fuck that idiot.
As he reached the door of the building, Kurt stopped, wiped away the tears and put his fake smile worthy of an Oscar and got out.
And fuck that Blaine.
Santana walked into the boys' bedroom and looked at Blaine worryingly.
"Please tell me you didn't do anything stupid related to his sight." she said getting closer to him.
"I...I didn't know, okay? You didn't tell me, I didn't know that and I just...I'm sorry!"
"Oh, well, fine. He already hated you, now he will never even remotely like you. Don't keep apologizing, he hates that. Just, act like it didn't happen, okay? And don't be protective or stuff."
"But I am the guy assigned to him, I have to help him out"
"Yeah, help him out. Not treat him like a walking handicap. He's a lot less fragile than how it seems. Act like he's a normal guy, keep your flirty, asshole attitude. It'll be better than treating him like your granny"
And after that the girl walked away, getting out of the room.
Blaine turned around and observed the bedroom. Actually, if you looked around you could see it was a blind person's room. It was perfectly tidy and it had not much furniture, so that Kurt could walk around easily.
He sat on his new bed and ran his hands through his hair.
Gosh, how could he have been so stupid? How could he have treated him that way?
Oh, but it wasn't his fault, right? No one told him that he was blind, so he couldn't know that.
Yes. It wasn't his fault.
But why did he felt so guilty and worried, then?
"Great way to start" he whispered as he raised his face and looked at the other boy's bed.
"Great way"
