A/N: Hey guys! So this is my first story on here and I've been thinking about this for a while now, so if you're reading this, thanks for checking my story out. This is pretty much an AU story and I think that's all there is to say. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or Klaine much to my disappointment.

Chapter 1

Kurt walked out of his second period French class and walked down the system of hallways towards his locker. There was a smile on his face as he held his head up high, school bag on one shoulder and textbooks hugged tightly against his chest. His great plan of being optimistic instead of pessimistic was working out quite well for him so far–why?

Two words: senior year.

This was his time to shine and to finally make something of himself before he left the dreaded halls of William McKinley High School. One of the many things he planned on doing was running for senior class president–though he already had. If he wanted to get into NYADA, he needed to make himself stand out, and also add a couple or at least one thing to the giant blank space in the activities he took part in during high school.

So as he reached his locker, he made a mental promise to himself that he would not let anything get in his way of distracting him from his dreams or ambitions. This year, he would focus solely on himself and his future, and nothing was going to get in the way of that. Or so he thought.

"Hummel!"

The bright blue-eyed teen looked up as he saw Noah Puckerman making his way toward him with a big grin. He rolled his eyes when the stronger boy clamped his hands down on his shoulders and gave him a slight shake.

"How is it that I just found out my favorite dude is running for senior class president?!" Puck asked as Kurt placed his books in his lockers, switching them out for his next class.

"It's not that big of a deal, Puck," he said, though he knew it was.

Puck gave him an incredulous look. "Not...not a big deal? First off, you're crazy Kurt, and second, it is a pretty big fucking deal."

Kurt stayed silent for a moment before he turned to him with a wide grin. "Okay it actually is." Puck smiled and gave him a pat on the back. "I'll be voting for you, dude."

They began to walk down the hallway over to Finn's locker where he and Rachel were standing before Puck pinched Kurt's side, causing him to squeal. Puck laughed loudly and the blue-eyed boy shoved him, but laughed all the same. When Puck did it again, Kurt pinched him back, both boys sliding away from each other to avoid getting pinched. It was only when Kurt accidentally rammed into someone walking the opposite direction did they stop.

Kurt glared at Puck as he began to apologize. "I'm so sorry–"

"Watch where the fuck you walk."

Kurt turned to look at who he had bumped into, taking a good look at him. He was first met with black plastic sunglasses and a visible frown on the boy's face. His hair came in short, unruly curls, a few centimeters above his bushy, triangular eyebrows. There was a faint stubble around his sharp jaw and full lips. Kurt looked down at his attire and saw that he was wearing a white shirt with a dark brown leather jacket over, navy jeans, and low-top black and white converse. Kurt licked his lips.

This boy was gorgeous.

But before he could say anything, he then noticed the metal walking stick in his right hand, and felt his breath hitch. This gorgeous boy was blind.

"I-I'm sorry. I wasn't looking," he managed to say.

The boy scoffed. "Obviously." And with that, he walked away from him and down the hall.

"I know him."

Kurt turned to look at Puck and raised a brow. "How?"

"He was in my math class with Tina and Artie. Sat at the table next to mine. All that I know is that he transferred from Dalton Academy and well, he's blind. But I'm guessing you already knew that," Puck explained as they neared Finn and Rachel.

"That I knew indeed," Kurt said. "What's his name?"

Puck shrugged. "No clue, I never asked. Mostly because he's got one hell of an attitude."

"Who's got one hell of an attitude?" Finn asked, jumping into the conversation.

"This new kid from Dalton," Puck answered. "You know, the one that's blind–OW!" He glared at Kurt as he rubbed the spot on his arm where the brunette had punched him. "What was that for?!"

"That's rude, Noah. You don't go off saying stuff like that," Kurt scolded.

Puck pouted and muttered an apology before he resumed. "Anyways, the new kid from Dalton has one hell of an attitude."

Rachel frowned. "Oh, I know who you're talking about, and may I add that he's extremely rude."

"How do you–"

"I have English with him," she answered before Kurt could ask.

Finn nodded. "We both do. He acts like such a jerk, more than Karofsky to be honest. And that says a lot."

"Is he really that bad?" Kurt asked with an incredulous look. He knew the boy had been rude to him in the hallway, but he had figured it was because Kurt had bumped into him and annoyed him.

All three of his friends nodded. "Yup."

"Wow," he breathed and then smiled. "Well, anyways, we should be going to our next class."

"Yeah, we'll catch you guys later," Finn said before he and Rachel walked off, hand-in-hand. Puck turned to Kurt and lightly punched his shoulder. "See'ya, man," he said before walking off.

Kurt smiled before turning around and spotting Mercedes by her locker. He walked over to her and playful rolled his head across her shoulders before he ended up on her other side. Mercedes smiled at him and shoved him a bit as she closed her locker.

"Hey Kurt," she said with a smile.

"Hey 'cedes," he greeted back. "Ready to spend a torturous fifty-five minutes of history together?"

The dark-skinned girl groaned. "Not one bit."

Kurt sighed. "If we weren't such good students, I'd suggest we'd skip, but that's not the case."

"That," Mercedes shut her locker and turned to look at him, "is true. Now c'mon, because speaking of such good students, we also don't want to be late." Kurt allowed her to link arms with him as they wandered down the hall towards their history class, arriving thirty seconds before the bell rung. They walked over to Sam, Tina, and Artie, and were about to sit in their assigned seats next to each other like everyone else, until their teacher, Mr. Sell, stopped them.

"Uh-uh, we have a new seating chart," he said and waved his clipboard in the air.

Some students were relieved, while others, like Kurt and Mercedes, were beyond that. They looked at each other and groaned in dismay, both knowing that the only reason they got through the class alive was because they had each other to rely on.

"Maybe we'll be near each other?" Mercedes said hopefully, though it came out as more of a question.

Kurt nodded. "Yeah...yeah, maybe it won't be so bad."

But after hearing the new seating arrangement, Kurt and Mercedes both found themselves across the room from each other with Mercedes sitting in the very front, next to Tina, with Sam and Artie right behind them. Kurt on the other hand, was seated in the very back, with an empty seat next to him. Apparently they had an odd number of students and he was stuck by himself.

Stupid seating chart.

"Okay class, these seats are going to be perm–" Mr. Sell began, but stopped when the door opened and in walked Ms. Pillsbury. But that wasn't what caught Kurt's attention.

It was who was behind her that did.

Ms. Pillsbury, or Emma, leaned in to speak to Mr. Sell softly and he nodded before turning to the class and smiling. "Well, it seems that we have a new student!" Emma gently grabbed the student's arm and brought him forward, completely missing the scowl on their face when she did so.

Mr. Sell gently placed a hand on their shoulder and beamed. "Everyone, please welcome Blaine Anderson."

The whole class smiled shyly, but Kurt only stared. The boy, who he bumped into in the hallway, that couldn't see, finally had a name.

Blaine Anderson.

It took him a moment to realize that the only available seat in the room was the one right next to him. He swore under his breath as he saw a reluctant Blaine being led to his table. Kurt frowned. It must suck having to deal with people constantly helping you, especially when it seemed like a guy like Blaine could take care of himself perfectly.

"Blaine, this is Kurt Hummel," Mr. Sell said with a warm smile. "Kurt, this is Blaine Anderson. Since there's no other seat available, this is probably the best spot, but I think you two will get along just fine." He turned to Blaine and his smile faded a bit. "Is this fine? We can move you to the front to–"

"To what? See better? I think everyone has grasped the concept that I'm pretty much blind," Blaine interrupted, rather rudely.

Mr. Sell frowned. "No, no! Of course not, I just thought that if you needed to navigate your way around the class a little better–"

Again, Blaine interrupted. "I can handle myself, thank you very much. Can I sit down now?" The teacher sighed and allowed Blaine to sit before walking off to the front of the class.

Kurt eyed Blaine for a few seconds before he shook his head and turned to him and smiled. "Hi, I'm Kurt."

Blaine turned his head slightly, though not enough to face Kurt. "Blaine."

"Sorry about Mr. Sell, he tends to say the wrong things–" Kurt started, but Blaine interrupted him.

"I know you."

Kurt gave him a confused expression. "You...know me...?"

Blaine smirked. "You're the idiot who rammed into me in the hallway earlier."

Oh. Oh.

"Um, h-how do you know that?" Kurt asked, mentally cursing himself for stuttering.

"Your voice, I recognized it," was all Blaine said before he turned himself to face forward, saying nothing more.

Great, Kurt thought, he already hates me. He let out a quiet sigh before turning around to face the front, too. It was a torturous first half hour of listening to Mr. Sell's daily lecture until he finally told everyone to talk to their new table partners for the rest of the class period. Kurt turned to Blaine, waiting for him to say something but when he realized he wasn't getting anything, he spoke.

"So, I heard you came from Dalton?"

Blaine shrugged and said nothing.

Kurt frowned. "Okay...um, so what's your favorite class so far?"

Blaine still said nothing.

"So, I'm guessing you're an on and off talker?"

Blaine grunted. "Sure."

Kurt found himself rolling his eyes before looking over at Mercedes, Tina, Sam, and Artie, who were all laughing at something Sam said. He made eye-contact with Mercedes and she sent him an apologetic look before turning back to Tina. Kurt looked over at Blaine and took the time to really look at him.

There was a faint stubble dusting his sharp jawline and above his top lip. His eyebrows were thick and angled in a triangular shape. His skin was slightly tanned, and from the way his clothes hugged his body, Kurt could tell he was well-built. He had short, unruly curls that weren't too messy, but still a mess. Then there were the big pair of plastic sunglasses he wore. Kurt leaned forward a little to see if he could make out Blaine's eyes, but it was near impossible because of how dark the glasses were. He leaned back again and from the side, he could only tell that Blaine's eyes were big and wide, and he had some really long eyelashes.

Like, really long.

Soon, Kurt found himself wanting to know Blaine's eye color. Were they brown or were they a blue or green color? He nearly asked when Blaine suddenly spoke, irritation clear in his voice.

"Stop fucking staring at me." Kurt was about to say he wasn't, but Blaine continued. "I'm blind, that doesn't mean I don't feel or know when someone's staring at me."

The coiffed teen averted his eyes. "Sorry."

"Whatever."

Before the bell rung, Mr. Sell announced to the class that the seats would remain permanent until the end of the school year. Kurt closed his eyes and took a deep breath as the bell rung, already knowing that the rest of his senior year would probably go in a different direction than he planned.

A/N: Annnddd there's chapter one! Sorry it's a bit on the short side, I'll make sure to make the next chapter a bit longer, so stay tuned. (; Feedback is always welcomed, so thank you!