To say Kurt taught me a very important lesson about love would be an understatement.

You see, Kurt's blind, has been since birth. Now, I'm not talking bad vision where you need a new pair glasses every couple of months, no I mean legally blind, the kind that requires a cane or seeing-eye dog just to get around on a day to day basis. Now, why am I telling you this? Because it's important and you'll figure out why if you just listen to our story.

The first time I met Kurt was at this little out of the way music store that I happen to work at. Since I work part time I usually only go in on Tuesdays, Thursdays and Fridays, unless I have to take over someone else's shift, but even then it's usually Rachael's Monday shift because of a choir rehearsal or an "important" audition. So needless to say when I got called in on a Sunday, I was shocked to say the least. But not nearly as shocked as I was when I walked in late that Sunday, after greeting the others and arguing with Rachael's annoying boyfriend Finn again, to find a guy who looked to be around my age, humming softly as his fingers gracefully glided over the keys of our Baby Grand, creating a beautiful melody. The fact that I'd never seen him before or that he was playing the piano wasn't what had me confused, it was the fact that sitting on the floor next to his feet, was a dog.

Why didn't the others say anything? they knew our manager, Will, had a strict policy about pets in the store. Why would they keep going about their tasks as if was a normal occurence? Didn't they notice when the guy walked in?

I looked back and forth between the unfamiliar face, partially hidden by a pair of black sunglasses, and the other employees. When I saw that they weren't going to say anything I decided to take care of it myself.

As much as it pained me to disturb him when he seemed so at peace, like he was in his element, it was my responsibilty as an employee, who really needed the money, to inform the guy of the store policies.

"Excuse me sir, I'd hate to inform you but our store has a strict no pe-" Before I could even finish my sentence I heard Finn running towards me, calling my name.

"Blaine, wait." He said as he pulled me aside and whispered something I did not expect to hear.

"Wait, he's what?"

"Blind you nimrod." He said harshly.

"Don't give me attitude, how was I supposed to know he was blind?!" I barked back.

"You'd know if you paid attention when I talk to you instead of always getting distracted by what you would call attractive guys!" Finn bit out.

"Well I might pay more attention if the conversations didn't always lead back to Rachael this and Rachael that."

"Oh I'm sorry I actually have a love life, it's more than you can say pretty boy." He glared

"Ughh, whatever." I said as I rolled my eyes at him

I turned back tto the guy who's name I still had yet to learn. By now he had stopped playing and started to slowly pet his beautiful chocolate lab, I could tell he overheard our conversation. Shit.

"I'm so sorry sir, I seem to have misunderstood why you had a dog with you." I apologized sincerely.

"It's no worry. I didn't expect you to know since you don't work on Sundays." he replied politely with a voice as melodic as an angel's song, as cliche as it sounded.

"Oh thank God. I was worried I might have offended you in some way. Wait, how did you know I don't work on Sundays if you've, you know...never seen me?" I asked cautiously, afraid to say something wrong.

"First things first, stop being so hesitant and cautious with your wording, it's unneseccary and annoying. I've been this way since I was born, so I'm used to and quite sick of people feeling the need to be careful around me. Unless you purposely say something rude, I won't take offense to what you say."

Wow. I wasn't expecting him to be so blunt. The way he accepts it so easily...well I'm sure it took awhile, but it's still incredible. I would never be able to do that.

Hmm, why is it I suddenly want to know more about him?

"Secondly, it was easy. As I've been coming here every Sunday for the past 4 months I've managed to memorize the voices of all the employees who work on Sunday, so when I heard yours there was only two possibilities; you were either new or covering for someone's shift. But the not so friendly banter that occurred between you and Finn when you walked in and just now, and the absence of Santana's prescence brought me to the conclusion that it was the latter of the two options." He said as if it was obvious. Well I guess in a way it was.

But regardless of how he knew I was still speechless. This guy's really found some ways to work around his blindness. I can barely remember people's names, nevermind their voices.

He looked at me, well not actually looked, but faced me with an expectant look as if waiting for me to respond.

"O-oh, well, um, th-that's incredible, to say the least. I wish I could do that." I joked nervously, not exactly sure how to respond.

"Well, unlike you I didn't really have much choice in the matter." he said rather harshly.

Woah. Total 360 on the atittude front, wasn't expecting that. But I I can't blame him, I'm the one who hit a, clearly still raw, nerve, rgardless I was still a little taken aback.

I guess I must have had an audible reaction, because he immediately started to stutter an apology.

"Oh my God! I'm so sorry. I was out of line."

"It's okay. I understand, I probably would have had the same reaction if I was in your place. But if you don't mind me asking, if it's a pain to memorize stuff likevoices and names, why don't you try getting surgery, they have that don't they?" I asked curiously

He sighed and I could see him visibly deflate. I'm starting to regret asking that.

"It's fine, I don't mind you asking. Yes, they do have that, but it's not a matter of it existing, it's a matter of money, which I don't have much of at the moment." he responded sadly.

Just seeing the look on his face had my heart breaking and before I could even stop myself I blurted out "Why don't you work here?"

"I mean, I know I only heard you play a little, but you're obviously skilled in the art, and I'm sure Will would be really happy to have someone of your obvious talent join us. I know I would." I added quietly but seriously.

I could see his cheeks flush and him open his mouth preparing to wave off my compliment.

"You know, Blaine's got a point. Will has hinted at the idea before. I think you should go for it." Finn said from behind me.

Has he been standing there this whole time? I would've thought he'd go back to the counter to text Rachael or something. Guess she must be mad at him again, that explains the attitude earlier. Man, I'm glad I'm gay because straight boys are so whipped, especially Finn.

"You really think he'd give me a job?" he asked hopefully. He must be really into music, I wonder if he can sing too.

"He'd be crazy not to." I don't know why I was so positive, or why I felt such a strong need to assure this guy, but I just knew I had to.

"Thank you Blaine." I don't know why but just the way he smiled so bright had my heart beating. Ok so I knew why but I didn't understand why when I only just met him. Either way I hope I get to see it more often. I'll have to ask Will to give him the same days as me so I can.

"You're welcome..umm, I'm sorry I still don't know your name." I said, rubbing my neck nervously.

"Kurt." he said simply, holding out his hand to be shook.

I took his hand in mine and felt a burst of warmth flow through me.

"Kurt. I like that name."