A/N: This has been an idea that's been stuck in my head for a while now and I'll try to update regularly. Enjoy!

Chapter 1:: Strangers

6 months ago...

The hazel-eyed man had only a glass of scotch. He was joking lightly with his best friend as they celebrated the start of a new weekend once more. You see, weekends have always been Blaine's favourite ever since the good old days at Dalton Academy.

But ever since becoming the lead singer of the Warblers years ago as well as sustaining a successful career as a much-popular author, Blaine's personality changed dramatically. He no longer was the sweet, kind gentleman he usually had been. He was now judgemental, constantly rude and always enjoyed making crude, heartbreaking comments towards people he viewed as inferior and pathetic.

Yes, Blaine Anderson had turned into a sour yet successful man with a career but all that was about to change within a couple of minutes.

He had no absolute idea of the imminent danger that was about to pounce onto his life. He wouldn't have enough time to save himself from the blanket of darkness that's about to plunge his world into the depths of uncertainty and fear. And he wouldn't even get to see the horrified expression on his best friend's face when Blaine had already fallen onto the ground.

Emotionally shattered when the doctors informed him that he was blind—from then on, he fell from a self-confident albeit heartless man to a depressed blind victim of an accident.

But somewhere along the road to recovery was a gentle, kind-hearted blue-eyed man who would come into Blaine's life and change everything. And that's where our story begins...

"You've got to be kidding me!"

Santana Lopez's shoulders sagged when she heard the man scoff all the way from where she was in the kitchen. She had been fixing up some breakfast for him and as the housekeeper of this magnificent beach house in Long Island, New York, hearing such yells, scoffs and exasperated sighs from her so-called boss shouldn't be much of a surprise by now.

That man was Blaine Devon Anderson.

An acclaimed and accomplished novelist of his time, Blaine has already been praised by many of his peers, readers and critics alike for his literary works after only seven years since graduating with a degree in Literature at New York University. The 29-year-old man would only shrug and smile nervously whenever interviewers and reporters would ask where he'd gotten inspiration for his works. Blaine has always been a fan of the mystery, crime and suspense genres to the point that the last four books he'd written were a lovely blend of all of these.

And Santana couldn't help but feel sorry for what had happened to Blaine. Ever since the accident six months ago, it would be considered a miracle to see Blaine genuinely smile. Santana longed to see Blaine happy again but of course with his current condition, she absolutely understood why he no longer seemed to be the rainbow go-lucky grinning chipper he used to be.

She had to admit it, Blaine was definitely handsome and she wouldn't be lying if she ever admitted that she had a little one-sided crush on him. His once-hazel eyes pierced right through her whenever he would look her way but now, those eyes no longer harboured that warmth as they now were a pale blue. And since she was a proud single lesbian hailing from Lima Heights, having a crush on a gay man really shows just how attractive Blaine really was.

Sighing with a shake of her head, Santana picked up the tray that had Blaine's usual breakfast of strawberry waffles with whip cream and a glass of chocolate milk. She smiled as she found it adorable that Blaine still loves his chocolate milk.

As she entered his study, she found him seated on his roller chair with the phone perched lightly on his ear, an annoyed expression on his distant face.

"How do you expect me to complete my novel when I'm blind,for God's sake!" He sighed heavily with resignation.

Graham Woods was the publishing manager at MountCrest and he hated it when his client, Blaine yelled at him.

"Blaine, I completely understand that your..." he paused, afraid to offend one of his best clients over the line. "condition has hampered your writing but we have a contract signed by you that dictates that you have to write at least one more novel before we can both sit down and discuss the possibility of renewing your contract to continue publishing your future works under MountCrest Publishing. Look, I hate to do this to you but I'm just trying to help you, okay?"

"Ugh, I know I signed a contract but let's be rational here. I can't type anymore because—"

"I know, Blaine. And I have been by your side ever since you started writing for us and as your friend, I've delayed your deadline twice now."

"And I'm grateful for that, Graham but unless you develop some fancy robot to help write for me, I don't know how to continue working on it."

As Graham took some time to think about this—not without snickering at Blaine's innocent suggestion—Blaine looked up when he heard movement and he nodded as Santana set the tray onto his desk. She carefully laid out the napkin over Blaine's lap and she walked over to make sure that her superior was okay. Her heart broke when she noticed the troubled expression on the man's face.

"I've made your breakfast, Blaine. Feel free to eat whenever you like." She whispered and Blaine nodded. He smiled at how gentle Santana was being with him, knowing that she would rather get out and explore the world instead of staying here and helping some poor blind pimp in his house.

"Well, I do have a suggestion..." Graham replied slowly. "We have a guy here who would absolutely love to help write that book of yours. He can stay over at your house and whatever you wish to include in your story, he will physically help type it up on your computer for you."

Blaine recoiled at the suggestion of having a stranger in his house. For six months, it had always been just him and Santana—Blaine had made sure to give his housekeeper and best friend a lovely bedroom of her own—and he was nervous that someone new would upset the balance of his uneventful life now.

"No, absolutely not." He shook his head indignantly, fully knowing that Santana had just sat on the couch by his bookshelves as he heard the shuffling of leather off to his side. "You know how I feel about strangers in my house!"

"Blaine, that's the only way I can think of that'll help you finish your novel. You know that I would only send in someone gentle, understanding and hardworking into your house. Have some faith in me, bro!"

Silence.

"Dude, I'm serious. I know the perfect guy who can help you with this. I just want to support you, that's all."

Blaine sighed, knowing that Graham really was just looking out for him. "What's his name?"

"His name's Kurt Hummel," he could almost imagine a smile on his boss's face over the phone, "Graduated with a degree in Creative Writing from NYU—the same college you went to... I think that he would really benefit from working with such an amazing writer like you. He's definitely qualified to help you."

Blaine paused to think about this.

"You're sure that this Kirk will be fine working for a blind man in my house. He wouldn't mind staying here?"

Graham countered, "First of all, it's Kurt. And second of all, he has already expressed a great interest in coming over. I already talked to Santana and she said that there're more than enough bedrooms there to accommodate him."

"Kurt," Blaine rolled the name with his curious tongue, secretly loving how simple yet unique that pure name was. "Alright, I accept."

"Oh hold your horses, Anderson." Graham quickly added. "You must understand that Kurt is an employee at MountCrest and he'll be working with you, not for you. I know how much you personally hate strangers in your house but please, be nice to him. He's actually a big fan of your work and he would hate to see his hero belittle and manipulate him."

"Hero?" Blaine's triangular eyebrows shot up. People really idolize me? Oh calm down, Blaine. Stop massaging your ego.

Graham chuckled, loving how Blaine seemed flustered then. "Yup, and he lives in New York City but he's willing to stay there with you at Long Island. He could just simply take a train back to the city whenever he wishes to."

"Okay," Blaine nodded. "When is he coming over?"

"Tomorrow," Graham responded, his professional tone back instead. "Remember, Kurt will be staying with you to help for the next three months which, by the end, is your deadline. I hate to push you but deadlines are—"

"Geez, I know that and I'll try my best to finish the novel by then. Happy now?" he scowled.

"Overjoyed!" After another moment to exchange information regarding Kurt's stay, Blaine hung up and he turned to feel the tray by his desk.

"So... you and Graham have been conspiring behind my back, I see?" Blaine raised a challenged eyebrow, making Santana sit up on the couch in alarm. He heard the sudden shuffling and he held up his hands with a laugh. "It's okay, San. I get it that you're just trying to help me."

He heard Santana make a 'phew' noise and he giggled, holding his fork and knife in hand as he began feasting on the warm waffles before him.

"If we weren't best friends, I might as well let a terrorist in your house to mess with you." She rolled her eyes with a fold of her arms over her chest.

But her annoyed expression morphed into a smile when Blaine laughed.

"Holy shit, I'm finally gonna meet him, Rachel! I'm gonna be working with Blaine fucking Anderson!"

Rachel winced as Kurt crashed into their Brooklyn apartment, throwing his Salvatore Ferragamo messenger bag onto the kitchen counter without a care in the world. His roommate glanced up from the TV with a curious frown. That name sounded so familiar...

"Hello?" Kurt gaped at her. He had been hoping to get the job to work with his idol for months now and the fact that he'll be the one actually typing the story for one of the most talented writers of his generation was beyond mindblowing.

"Shhh, Kurt! I think this is it! Noah and Allie are gonna kiss!" Rachel jumped up and down on their sofa as the iconic rainy kiss scene from The Notebook played on their Samsung TV. Kurt could only roll his eyes so many times.

"Rachel, you've watched that movie like a thousand times already. We know that they're gonna have hot sex right after that—"

"SHUT UP, KURT! You're spoiling it for me!" She dared to give her best friend the death glare before looking back down just in time to see Ryan Gosling run up to Rachel McAdams in the rain and crashing their lips together passionately under the rain.

Kurt couldn't help but stare at the incredibly hot kiss and for some reason, he felt empty all of a sudden. He wanted that. A man to run up to him and kiss him until his knees buckled, to show him that he does matter and to say that he truly loves him.

You see, Kurt isn't exactly lucky when it comes to the romance department. Sure, he dated this one guy named Chandler in college but they drifted apart soon afterwards when he found out that Chandler cheated on him on some bulkier, muscular guy one night. And even though Chandler profusely begged for forgiveness, Kurt kicked him out of his life in order to concentrate on his studies and spend more time with his friends and family.

"Kurt," Rachel looked up, immediately muting the TV when she could sense the distressed vibe from her roommate. "Kurt, hey. What's wrong?"

The blue-eyed man shook out of his reverie and he cleared his throat, "N-nothing, I um... it's getting late, I should—"

"Woah, hold on." She stood up, "I'm sorry for not paying attention to you just now. Come sit down and tell me everything?"

"Ok," they both settled down to talk and once Kurt was done, Rachel stared at him in awe.

"Blaine Anderson? The Blaine Anderson who wrote Into the Darkness?! Shut up!" She hit him in the arm in disbelief and Kurt laughed.

"Yup, and like I said, I'll be staying at his beach house for some time now, starting from tomorrow. Are you okay with that?"

"Am I okay with that? That's fine! You get to work with your idol and I get to have the entire apartment to myself the entire time. It's a win-win."

Kurt gasped, "Ewww! You're so gonna drag Finn here and have him sleep over all the time, right?"

Rachel looked away with a blush, "You know me too well."

Kurt shook his head while he pulled her into a bone-crushing hug. This job could really affect his career and he genuinely hoped that everything will go well tomorrow.

"Gosh, I hope he'll like me..." He mumbled uneasily as the nerves within him began to emerge. Rachel, however, was not going to let him back out now.

"Hey, you are a Hummel. You can do this, I know you can. Besides, the man's blind for crying out loud apparently..."

Kurt looked at her and he nodded, "You're right. Now let's go to bed, I'm supposed to arrive at Blaine's house by 10am tomorrow."

As he was blind, Blaine has since become best friends with his cane and with his exceptional memory, he was able to move around his house without much assistance from Santana. He could still hear the crashing of waves outside the glass windows, feel the gentle wind against his cheeks and sense the warm sunlight on his clear face as he stood on the balcony of his house which overlooked the North Atlantic Ocean. But with his eyesight now gone, he couldn't admire the luscious ocean before him, the soft sand and the animals that busily lived their own lives in their own biomes.

He hadn't left this house in such a long time, his fear of getting lost massively outweighing his desire for exploration and curiosity. He would only leave the house when Santana physically dragged him out to at least go down into town and enjoy the breeze and the light commute. And Blaine knew that getting on Santana's bad side was the equivalent of having a nuclear bomb dropped on him from the sky.

The truth is: he wasn't exactly fond of having someone new to his house. And if it wasn't for that stupid contract and that stupid Graham know-it-all, Blaine wouldn't waste one second in throwing this damn Kurt Hummel off his property. Also, Blaine didn't have that many visitors to his house with the special exception of his ex-boyfriend, Jeremy Hunt. Many of his friends didn't approve of him as they only saw him as a gold-digger but Blaine always dismissed them as he was consumed with how much attention Jeremy would shower him. But after the accident, Blaine broke up with him and pushed him away, secretly afraid that he was only staying with him out of obligation. And Blaine hated it when people pitied him. And he perfectly knew that Kurt would too.

"Blaine, be nice to Kurt, okay?" He heard Santana from his side and he clutched onto his cane with a sigh. "I know how much you hate visitors but he's here to help you. I already set up his bedroom upstairs and Graham told me that Kurt should be here by ten."

"Ugh, and what if I don't? What are you gonna do about it?" Blaine challenged her and he regretted saying it the moment Santana swiftly took away his cane with one swipe.

"This," the Latina held it away from Blaine's reach and the man squeaked in panic.

"Hey! Give it back! You know I can't go anywhere without it!" The previously hardened man started to have a panic attack, his heart dropping as he wondered around the front lobby for his cane, his vision still pitch black. "Santana, please! I can't—"

"What was that? I thought I heard the p-word but someone was being an asshole to me so..." Santana hummed with an evil grin, the cane still under her grasp.

"Okay okay, I'll try to be civil with him. Now can I have my cane back?" Blaine held out his hand, exasperated.

"What's the magic word?" Santana tapped her heel impatiently.

"Please," Blaine pouted and she had to give in. When he felt the cane slowly pressed into his hands, he let out a grateful sigh.

The sounds of a vehicle arriving outside the door alarmed both of them.

Blaine could hear the sound of tires slowing down on his driveway and the sound of a door opening and closing and a foreign male's voice thanking some driver. The doorbell rang.

Santana went to promptly open the door and she immediately admired how well-dressed this man was before her on the front porch. Her eyes fell upon the Gucci sweater and those skinny jeans. If Blaine could see this, he would definitely be heads over heels by now.

"Mr. Hummel," she put on an introductory smile. "It's nice to meet you. I'm Santana Lopez, Blaine Anderson's housekeeper."

Kurt flashed her a friendly smile, "Good morning, Ms. Lopez. I'm Kurt Hummel, Mr. Woods said I should have arrived by ten."

"And you're on time, c'mon in!"

Kurt muttered a thanks as he hauled his roller luggage and bags in, and he had to use an Olympian effort to not gasp at the modern furnishing of this beach house and immediately, he felt bad for Blaine since without his eyesight, he couldn't be able to embrace the gorgeous views of the oceans and admire how absolutely wonderful his house was. It was as if he had stepped into a magazine spread; the floors were highly-polished cherry wood, hallways decorated with Greek pillars, walls with a multitude of paintings and framed pictures, and a grand crystalline chandelier overhead. When Santana closed the front door behind him, Kurt froze on the spot when he laid his eyes on the man of the house himself.

"Oh," was all he could mutter when he took in the perfectly-dressed man before him.

How does this man dress so well when he can't even fucking see?

"Mr. Hummel, it's uh…" Blaine stuttered as he tried to sound civil with this stranger in his property but he swore he could feel Santana's glare on him and he cleared his throat nervously, his grasp on his cane his only sanctuary. "Welcome. As you can see, this is my humble abode. It's… nice," he strained his voice. "to meet you."

Kurt's mouth dropped. Blaine Anderson was just a few feet away from him! "Oh, it's an honor to meet you, Mr. Anderson. I'm a huge fan of your work and it's such a privilege to be working with you for a while." He politely held out his hand but immediately felt like a fool when he realized that Blaine couldn't see it.

Real smooth, Kurt. Real smooth…

Santana snickered at this and Kurt felt his cheeks burn red from embarrassment.

Hearing Kurt compliment him made him almost smile. But he didn't.

"Well, I was just about to have breakfast but I have to head back to my study to work on something first. Why don't you get settled in and I'll meet you down at the dining room in half an hour?"

"S-sure," Kurt nodded and Santana stepped forward to help him with his bags. Inside, she was actually surprised that Blaine would be eating at the dining room today since he almost always has his meals in his study. Perhaps he was just trying to be a gentleman for not leaving Kurt alone on his first day here.

"Follow me, Kurt. Your bedroom's upstairs and I really think you'll like it." She winked at him, using all of her strength to help carry some of the man's bags as she led him up the stairs. Jesus, what are in his bags? A fucking sumo wrestler?

"Here, let me help you." Kurt immediately motioned towards her when he saw Santana grunt with difficulty as she attempted to carry all of his luggages at once. The Latina stared at him with a raised eyebrow. Jeremy never once cared to help me whenever he came over.

"So you're a gentleman, huh?" She joked, earning an innocent laugh from the man. "C'mon, help bring those two bags and we'll be on our merry way."

"Of course," Kurt nodded with a smile. "Since I'm staying here for the next three months, I might as well make new friends on my first day here."

Santana looked at him, "Who said we're gonna be friends?"

The countertenor froze. Fuck, I should really keep my mouth shut! "Oh… I—I didn't mean—"

"Hey, I'm just messing with ya." She waved her hand dismissively amid a fit of laughter. "Now, let me show you up to your bedroom. I think you're gonna love it."

Kurt heaved a sigh of relief and began to strike up a conversation with Santana but while they trudged up the stairs, he couldn't help but wonder how truly sad and lonely Blaine must have been ever since the accident. Someday, he'll ask Graham what had happened to cause Blaine to lose his eyesight.

But Blaine had seemed very put-together and very gentlemanly so far and Kurt couldn't explain the sense of accomplishment that overcame him since Blaine appeared to be civil with him despite Graham warning him that Blaine and strangers don't really mix up well. Since he's going to be staying here for a long while, Kurt suddenly had this inner desire to help break down some of Blaine's walls in order to even help the blind man back on his feet—

Kurt quickly shook the thought out of his head. Just a few minutes being with Blaine had already caused him to develop a crush on the man. The way the simple wool cardigan had enveloped the man's apparent muscular arms, how sharply dressed the man stood before him, how the blue in his distant eyes managed to pierce right through his heart, how his smile almost caused Kurt to break down into fangirl mode and—

"Oi, are you there?"

The sudden interruption in his thoughts made Kurt stumble a bit, the bags still clutched in his hands and Santana's curious expression made him look the other way.

"Everything alright, Kurt?"

The man cleared his throat, "Y-yeah, I'm fine."

"Mmm-hmmm," the woman looked up and down Kurt's state sassily before recommencing their journey up to his guest bedroom. "Okay, we're almost there."

Unbeknownst to them, Blaine had been overhearing them from his study the whole time, his hearing capabilities now enhanced since his loss of sight.

And his lips curved into a hint of a smile when he heard Santana tell Kurt a joke, resulting in the world's most angelic laugh.

He didn't even bother to care that it was the first time in a very long, long time that it was in fact an actual smile. A genuine, heartwarming smile indeed.

A/N: Let me know what you think!