AN: Hi everyone! So first off, I would like to start by saying that this story is based off of the fic Blind by would-you-like-a-jellybaby. The original plotline is theirs, and I am simply expanding upon the idea.

Second, I get all my facts off the internet so please excuse any inaccuracies.

Third, this is the first fanfic I have written in a looooong time. However, I do promise that I will give this one an actual end, unlike my other story. (I may go back to that story later, maybe during the summer.) That's all! Thank you, and please please review!

Prologue: Blurring

"C'mon Kurt, it's getting late and the movie's just about done. Let's head to bed," Burt said.

"Dad! It's barely 11:30! Besides, I'm waiting for Blaine to text me back."

"Kurt. We have an early morning tomorrow. I have a customer coming in at 7 with their car. They need their tires and oil done. If we both help, then we can get it done fast. I know you care about Blaine, and I know you miss him, but it can wait. Go to bed. He'll be back in two days," Burt reprimanded his son. Kurt sighed and turned to go downstairs.

"Fine. Oh, and Dad?"

"Yeah son?"

"Speaking of seeing Blaine, well… I'm not exactly sure what's up, but I've been getting a little bit of tunnel vision lately, as well as a headache. It just started like, yesterday though," Kurt said nervously. "What do you think is up with that?"

"Honestly, Kurt I'm not sure. I'll call your opterminst tomorrow morning. Remind me, it might be important."

"Okay Dad. Love you , goodnight." Burt said the same thing back to Kurt, and Kurt turned down the stairs to his bedroom, which was in the basement. All of a sudden, he stopped. His vision blurred, and he blinked a few times to clear it. Ignoring the sinking feeling in his stomach, he went downstairs and got ready for bed.

Kurt reached his hand out and turned his alarm off. He sat up and rubbed his eyes. He grimaced, wondering why he had a headache at 6 in the morning. Oh, that reminds me. Better tell dad to make an appointment with my eye doctor. This isn't normal… Kurt stood up, changed his clothes and went upstairs. He could already smell the breakfast his dad was making, and started to run up the stairs. He still didn't trust Burt with cooking, even after all this time.

"Mornin' kiddo," Burt said by way of greeting. "Hey am I doing this right?" He fiddled with the oven and attempted to flip the pancakes over in the pan.

Kurt sighed. "No dad, that's not how you do it." Kurt took the pan from his dad and motioned for him to make coffee. "Dad, did you make the appointment for my eyes?" Burt looked up.

"Yeah. The earliest they can see you is next week. Is that okay or do you need an earlier appointment?"

Kurt thought for a minute. No need to worry him. Dad has enough on his plate already. "Yeah Dad, that's fine. Thanks. I can't wait for Blaine to come home tomorrow," he said, deliberately changing the subject. "Come on, let's head on over to the garage. We can get a head start on some stuff." Burt nodded and cleaned up the plates.

On the drive home from the garage, Kurt was texting Blaine.

B: Can't wait to see my boyfriend and best friend after two weeks ;)

K: Me too. I'm counting down the days.

B: Well, better start counting the hours. I'm at the airport. Gotta go now babe. I'll see you in 10 hours. Ilysm.

K: Love you. :*

Burt looked over at his smiling son. What he wouldn't give to see that face more. Burt knew that Kurt was having a tough time at school, and he intended to have a talk with him about it as the school year approached. Burt wasn't going to have his son have a miserable junior year of high school. Kurt looked up as they pulled into the driveway, and saw his dad staring at him. Burt quickly averted his eyes and cleared his throat.

"Alrighty. Let's go on in. Want to watch Deadliest Catch tonight?" Burt asked, knowing full well the answer.

"Dad. I don't have time for TV unless it's America's Next Top Model, Desperate Housewives, Say Yes To The Dress, So You Think You Can Dance, X Factor, American Idol, Project: Runway or My Fair Wedding. So thanks, but no thanks." Kurt said back, in a teasing tone of voice. Burt chuckled, deciding not to point out that his son just listed a bunch of TV shows, even though he claimed he had 'no time.' "As a matter of fact, I think I'm going to head to my room. My head's been aching all day, and working in a noisy garage all day didn't really help."

"Sorry kiddo, but helping in the garage is part of the deal. I'll see you tomorrow," Burt called over his shoulder. "Feel better."

Kurt smiled. He had such a kind dad. Kurt loved him so much, even though he didn't tell him everything about his life - like the slushies, the locker checks, Karofsky… Kurt shook his head. He wasn't going to let those thoughts ruin his mood. As far as Kurt knew, he had a very sexy boyfriend returning from the Bahamas in the morning, and he wanted to look his best for him.

TBC. I have the first couple chapters prewritten, so I'm hoping to get them up soon, as long as people review! Things will get more dramatic next chapter!

DC: I do not own any characters you recognize.