dark!Blaine. Post-college. Kurt and Blaine are in NYC. Kurt goes blind. Blaine loves him. Blaine loves controlling him. Blaine loves showing him off. T for sex, language. Based on this prompt on Glee Angst Meme. Something happens and Kurt is left blind, he has a hard time adjusting. He always hated letting other people in, depending on other people. But being blind he had no choice but to trust Blaine, who secretly is enjoying greatly taking control of Kurt's life, what he wears, when to walk, when not to, etc. Kurt was also more compliant to have sex now since he was scared Blaine wouldn't want him anymore.

Besides Blaine had always wanted to try exhibitionism, but never told Kurt, who he knew would never agree since he was always such a prude when it came to sex.
So he started inviting people to watch as he fucked Kurt's brains out, and hey, his beautiful boy getting fucked was definitely a sight to see, so he started charging people to watch him bone Kurt.
Kurt felt presences but Blaine always said he was just imagining, he couldn't see so he was scared, but he had to trust Kurt did.

If Kurt finds out is up to the writer (though I'd prefer he did). Make this as angsty as you like it.

You can use other Kurt pairing if you like, I'm not picky

Bonus points:

- With time Blaine became more and more kinky, using toys, making Kurt beg and dirt talk, tying him up.
- If Kurt does find out I want lots of Papabear!Burt and bigbrother!Finn. When his boyfriend started to go blind in his senior year in college, Blaine had thought that he'd miss the expressiveness of Kurt's eyes. But as his vision started to fade from the retinitis pigmentosa, he found that instead, the rest of Kurt became more expressive. His hands, the way he turned his head, the way his lips parted as he began to rely more and more on sound, they all echoed his emotions in the same way.

Blaine loved how vulnerable it made Kurt and how lost it made him seem. Kurt's vulnerability was what had first attracted him that time at Dalton, the lost stranger who was pretending to fit in, and it was Kurt's vulnerability after Pavarotti's death that turned him on so much he had to make his move.

As Kurt lost his night vision and his peripheral vision, he tried to wrap his fear in strength. But he let Blaine into his fear, especially when it became obvious that he was losing his central vision, and then even the sense of light and dark. Blaine loved the way that Kurt still turned his head towards where he thought Blaine was in the room, as if he were still trying to see him.

Kurt had insisted on at least trying to stay in New York with Blaine. His disability checks and occasional casting in a bit part in a theater troupe for people with disabilities paid his share of the rent and other expenses. Especially because they lived on the top floor of a walk-up in a neighborhood far from public transportation. Blaine had chosen it for those features.

The only problem was that Kurt was his addiction. And like most addicts, he kept needing more to get those highs.

Fashion means showing off that you've got great taste and that your wallet is in great shape, too. You can afford to wear something that will be fashionable only one season or shoes in a color that go with only one outfit. Showing Kurt off in public scratched the same itch for Blaine. Kurt had never been comfortable about public displays of affection, while Blaine loved them. He got to show off that this beautiful boy belonged to him and that he was the one lucky enough to get to take him home every night and bone him until they were both exhausted. He wanted to make sure that everybody who saw was jealous of how much he was getting.

The problem was that unless Blaine applied a lot of persuasion, Kurt was such a prude that people looking at them holding hands or the light kisses might think that he was still a freaking virgin. But that problem took care of itself once Kurt couldn't see whether the restaurant was nearly empty or nearly full, whether there were other people in the little neighborhood park, or whether they were alone on the street. It didn't work if the street or restaurant or park had people nearby, because then Kurt could hear all the little sounds that gave away their presence and proximity, but it worked often enough that Blaine could satisfy this kink just fine, thank you.

All these thoughts were running through his mind as he picked out clothing for Kurt to wear for the summer party at the hedge fund where he worked. He pulled out one of his favorite outfits, one that quietly exuded just how much it cost and not so quietly exuded just how great Kurt's figure was. He'd started taking Kurt to his gym since Kurt wasn't able to dance the way he had before and missed the physical activity. He'd put Kurt on the elliptical or ski machine while he swam laps, and then when they were warmed up, they'd either use the free weights or a yoga class. The yoga wasn't Blaine's thing, but Kurt loved it and Blaine loved moving Kurt into the positions the instructor showed them and watching people look jealously at his boyfriend's flexibility. He wanted to show off just how much this paid off.

He especially wanted to show Kurt off to Mark, the other openly gay man his age at the firm. Mark had circled Blaine with obvious intent for about two weeks after Blaine had casually revealed that he was gay by referring to a boyfriend. Blaine had played oblivious for a while, enjoying Mark's confusion and frustration, and then when Mark had finally cracked and directly asked if he wanted a fuck, had sincerely explained that he had a boyfriend and was very happy being monogamous.

He came home to help Kurt finish preparing and to bring him to the party. He brushed Kurt's hair just the way he liked it, telling Kurt as he did so how hot he was and how jealous everybody would be of his sexy, sweet boyfriend. Kurt smiled shyly and rested his head on Blaine's shoulder.

When he brought Kurt into the banquet room that the firm had rented, he loved the reaction. He'd deliberately not mentioned that Kurt was blind, and enjoyed the mix of admiration, envy, and yearning to take care of this fragile-looking young man that he saw in nearly every eye, male and female. He spotted two spaces at a table with mostly women and led Kurt there, not even paying any attention to Mark after the first quick, "Hi, I saw you" mini-wave.

The waiter asked Blaine what they wanted to drink, and Blaine coldly said that he'd have a scotch and that he should ask his boyfriend what he wanted. "Being blind doesn't make him helpless to order for himself." Kurt ordered a margarita, adding lightly to the table that he wasn't going to drive. One of the women asked him what he did, and he answered that he did freelance copy-writing and acted and sang a little in a theater troupe. From the expressions on the womens' faces, including Katherine's, one of the three owners, he and Kurt were going to be one of the firm's power couples in a few years. Kurt was brave, artistic, and funny, he was adorably protective of Kurt and his dignity, and made a gorgeous couple. He wasn't sure whether Mark had followed him to the bathroom after they had finished drinks and before the dinner was served, or whether it was just coincidence, but he suspected the former. "You weren't exaggerating about Kurt. He is one sexy guy." Blaine just smiled in acknowledgment and Mark continued, "You ever want a threesome, just let me know." Blaine only smiled again. Mark had been learning, apparently, and figured out the right way to say it, lightly enough that he could say it was just a pleasantry if Blaine called him on it, but not so much that Blaine would miss it.

Blaine was pretty sure that he wasn't into sharing, but it still did put a very interesting idea in his head for later consideration.

When the dinner arrived, he took Kurt's hand, spread his thumb and forefinger, and pressed them to the rim of the plate to indicate where the different items were. "Your trout is here, the asparagus is right here, and the rice pilaf is here." As they ate and chatted, Blaine was absolutely delighted with the impression that Kurt was making and the impression they were making as a couple. He'd expected good things, but this was even better.

The pinnacle was when the DJ started the music for dancing and he and Kurt took to the floor. Kurt missed more athletic dancing but still loved slow dancing, and Blaine knew just how good they looked while doing it. He surrendered Kurt to Katherine while he went to the DJ and made his whispered request for Teenage Dream. Kurt's grin when Blaine reclaimed him was adorable and Blaine would have fallen for him all over again just from that.

Even though it was much better than before, crowded rooms still sapped Kurt's energy as he tried to process everything just through hearing, smell, and touch, and he soon looked tired. Blaine guided him back to a chair and when he didn't perk up again after a few minutes, suggested that they go home and overruled Kurt's protests that he didn't want to take Blaine away from the party. "You think I wouldn't rather go home with you?" he asked huskily in Kurt's ear, and he and Kurt said their goodbyes. In the car, he stroked Kurt's hand or his thigh at every stoplight and when they parked, drew him close for a long kiss.

When he got his boy undressed and in bed, he did everything that Kurt most relished during foreplay, giving special attention to each spot where a touch or kiss could drive him crazy, nipping along his collarbone, nuzzling his ears, and heavily stroking along his sides. As Kurt started to mewl for more, he reached for the vibrator he had put in the drawer earlier and switched it on briefly so Kurt could hear the buzzing.

"I've been wanting to try this for a while and tonight seems like the perfect night," he murmured, between quick nips and licks.

"What, what is it?" Kurt asked, warily. His boy was such a vanilla prude, it was a good thing that he was so good at vanilla.

"It's just a vibrator. I want it inside you, driving you crazy while I blow you."

"Oh...okay..." Kurt whispered. Blaine could read the thoughts that even Kurt himself might not have been aware of thinking, the fear of what would happen if Blaine ever got bored with him, the fear that his blindness made him not as good in bed as somebody who could see, as well as the resolution to trust Blaine, the thinking that a vibrator wasn't even that exotic, and even the hope that he'd enjoy it. He carefully rubbed lube on his fingers and stretched Kurt slightly, then slipped the vibrator in, watching Kurt's face and the sweet apprehension there that turned into relief as the vibrator slid in easily. He switched it on, kissing Kurt as he responded to the strange sensation, turning it higher and angling it right against his prostate, then swooping down to capture Kurt's erection in his mouth. He could feel some of the vibrations that way, and closed his own eyes to enjoy Kurt's soft gasps as the double sensations were simultaneously alarming and exciting him. The sensation of Kurt coming was enough to trigger his own orgasm and after it was done, he removed the vibrator and turned it off, then pulled Kurt close, whispering, "I love you so much."