A/N: I once read a Harry/Draco fic where Draco got blind, and it partly inspired me to write this. However, the main inspiration was a Placebo song called Blind, which is a great song and I also got the title from it.

Any kinds of reviews are always appreciated, so feel free to say what you have to say!

Enjoi!

"You sure you don't need a ride?" Kurt rolled his eyes.

"I'm sure. It's not a long way, I can easily walk. And I still have my Cheerios practice, you'd have to wait for me." He patted Blaine on his cheek.

"I don't mind. I'd wait for you forever", Blaine said adoringly and Kurt let out a laugh.

"Aww. But really, I'm fine. Just go home. I'll call you later, okay?"

"Fine. Can I come see your practice sometime?"

"I don't know. I have to ask Coach Sylvester and I don't think she's gonna approve. But I could have a private show sometime, just for you", Kurt said seductively, grabbing Blaine on the waist and pulling him closer.

"Sounds good", Blaine grinned and pressed his lips against Kurt's. The other boy leaned a little closer, returning the kiss but pulled soon away.

"The practice starts in ten minutes and I still have to change", Kurt said. "I gotta go."

"Call me after", Blaine reminded him and Kurt nodded.

"I will", he said, pressed a quick kiss on Blaine's lips and headed to the locker rooms.


The practice went well as usually, Kurt did everything amazingly and Coach Sylvester even complimented him a couple times.

"You coming?" Santana asked but Kurt shook his head.

"I have to talk to Coach."

"About what?" Santana frowned.

"I wanna ask if Blaine can come see our practice", Kurt grinned, receiving a smirk from Santana.

"He wants to see you moving in that uniform, huh? Not blaming him, if we both played in another team, I'd totally tap that."

"Umm, yeah. Thanks", Kurt blushed. "I'll see you tomorrow."

"See you", Santana waved her hand and headed out after the other Cheerios.

"Coach Sylvester?" Kurt said, walking towards Sue. "Can I talk to you?"

"Okay, but make it quick, Porcelain."

"I was just wondering if Blaine could come see our practice someday?" He shifted on his feet awkwardly.

"Your boyfriend, huh? No can do", Sue said, as expected. "I can't let anyone come here distract your practicing.

"I understand. Thanks anyway, I'll see you tomorrow", Kurt shrugged and waved his hand as he headed out.

Once Kurt was back in his designer clothes, he packed his uniform, shouldered his bag and after the last smile at the mirror he left the locker room.


When he got out and breathed in the fresh air, he headed to the parking lot. When he got there, he rolled his eyes and cursed at himself. What the hell was he doing there with no car?

He turned on his heel but had time to take only one step when he was surprised by some guys he didn't know. They weren't those jocks from the football team as usually, or not even the guys from the hockey team. He wasn't even sure if they were from his school, so what were they doing there?

"Excuse me", Kurt said, trying to get past the guys. One of the guys let out a laugh.

"Oh, the faggot's talking. And sounds like a girl." The other guys laughed too and Kurt blushed.

"Let me through", he demanded but was grabbed on his wrist.

"You ain't going nowhere", the first guy said. "We still have one lesson to teach you." He grabbed Kurt's collar and smashed him against the nearest wall.

"What do you want?" Kurt asked, trying to sound stronger than he felt.

"Like I said, we have a lesson to teach you", the guy smirked. "Boys?"

Kurt's eyes widened as one of the boys pulled out a baseball bat. They weren't gonna beat him up, were they? He'd never been beaten up before. Locker shoves, slushie facials and dumpster dives, sure, but never an actual beat up.

"What are you gonna do?" Kurt asked but only received a smirk.

The guy who pulled out the bad handed it to the apparent leader. The guy raised the bat and Kurt nearly bit through his lip as he tried not to scream when the bat hit his side.

"Stop it!" he cried out but only heard laughter. "Why are you doing this?"

"How many times do we have to tell you? The fag needs a lesson, you need to learn where you belong." The guy grinned as he raised the bat again. Soon it hit Kurt's stomach and he felt the air escaping his lungs. He bent over, covering his stomach with his arms.

"Stop", he pleaded but received a hit on his crotch. This time he let out a painful scream and fell to the ground. The guy holding the bat spit on him. He laid on the ground, whimpering as he was kicked and hit and it hurt so bad and he just wanted it to end already.

"Please", he whispered. "Just make it stop."

The next thing he knew was hard wood against the back of his head and then everything went black.


Kurt tried to open his eyes but it felt like his eyelids were glued together or something.

He didn't know for sure where he was, but he could feel the cold metal beneath him so he supposed he was in a dumpster. What a surprise.

Everything was black and it was disturbing and Kurt couldn't understand why his eyes refused to open. The boys hadn't really glued them together, had they? It didn't actually really feel like they were glued, they just refused to open.

Pain flashed through Kurt's body and he winced. There was pain everywhere and his head hurt and he felt dizzy. Kurt wasn't sure if he had any broken bones or if he was bleeding but he surely had many painful bruises. How would he explain them to his dad? He couldn't know, his heart couldn't take it and Kurt didn't wanna show how weak he was for not being able to fight back.

Blaine! He needed to call Blaine.

Kurt pulled the phone out of his pocket and pressed two buttons, hoping they were the right ones. Soon he heard familiar beeps, so at least he'd managed to call someone.

"Hey, Kurt! How was your practice?" Blaine asked happily.

"B-Blaine…" Kurt muttered and coughed.

"Kurt? What's wrong?" Blaine sounded worried.

"I… I… Some guys…"

"Where are you?" Blaine interrupted, immediately realizing what had happened.

"School", Kurt breathed and coughed again.

"Don't move, I'll be right there. Don't hang up, okay?" Kurt nodded, not realizing Blaine couldn't see it.

"Kurt? Are you there?"

"Yeah", Kurt replied. He was feeling dizzy and tired and he was starting to drift into unconsciousness again.

"I'll be there soon, okay? Just stay with me." Blaine sounded really worried and his voice was shivering.

"Mmh…" Kurt mused. He was in so much pain and he was so tired and he just wanted to sleep and he wanted the pain to stop.

"Kurt? I'm almost there, just hang in there."

"I'm trying", Kurt muttered. He really was, he wanted to stay awake but he was just so tired and hurt and why wasn't Blaine there yet?

"Blaine", he whispered. "Please. I need you."

"Kurt? I'm here, where are you?"

"I'm not sure… In a dumpster, I think."

"Okay. Make some noise; I'll try to find you."

"Please, help me", Kurt whispered before hanging up so Blaine wouldn't mess up the noises from the phone and from the dumpster.

He started to hit the dumpster walls, wincing as it caused some pain on his sides.

"Blaine! Blaine, I'm here!" he shouted weakly.

"Kurt! I can hear you, keep shouting!" Kurt heard a familiar voice and felt a wave of relief flashing through him.

"Blaine! I'm here! I'm here!"

The next thing he heard was a lid of a dumpster being lift up.

"Kurt! Oh god, I'm right here, it's okay!"

"Blaine, is it you?" Kurt asked. He knew the voice but he couldn't be sure since he couldn't see anything.

"Shh, I'm right here. Can you get up?"

Kurt managed to sit up but would've fallen as he tried to stand up if Blaine hadn't grabbed his hands.

"Hold on, I'm getting you out", Blaine promised. Despite his hobbit-y size he managed to pull Kurt carefully out.

He was shocked when he really saw Kurt. The boy was bruised, his head was slightly bleeding, as his lip, too, and his eyes were red from crying.

"Oh my god", Blaine breathed. "What did they do?"

Kurt didn't reply. His balance failed and he fell. He cried out in pain and burst into tears. Blaine kneeled next to him and sat him up, letting Kurt cry his eyes out into his chest.

"Kurt. Kurt! Look at me", he demanded quietly, lifting Kurt's chin up.

"I can't", Kurt managed to say between his sobs, startling Blaine.

"What do you mean?"

"I can't", Kurt cried out. "I can't see!"

Blaine looked at Kurt in the eyes. His eyes weren't as bright as usually, instead they looked kinda foggy. Like blind people's.

"Oh god", Blaine whispered. "What have they done?"

"Why can't I see anything? I wanna see you", Kurt cried. Blaine pulled him closer, hugging him tightly.

"It's okay, Kurt", he whispered. "I'm right here. You're gonna be fine."

After seconds, minutes, hours, Blaine wasn't sure, Kurt slowly started to stop crying and now he was just sobbing quietly.

"I'll call the hospital, okay?" Blaine said.

"No! Not the hospital, my dad can't know! It's not good for his heart!" Kurt shouted.

"Kurt!" Blaine was startled. "You're not in a good condition, we need to get you to hospital!"

"Fine", Kurt gave up surprisingly easily. He hugged Blaine tightly. "Just don't leave me, okay?"

"I'll never leave you", Blaine promised, caressing Kurt's back. He pulled out his phone but Kurt couldn't even hear his first words before he drifted back into unconsciousness.