This was just something that popped into my head…I'm obsessed with blind!Blaine…Let me know what you thought! :)
Kurt moved about the loft quickly, a last run through before Blaine would arrive later that day. Rachel sat on the couch watching as her roommate made sure that there was nothing lying on the floor, ready to trip up his boyfriend. She smiled, excited as well to see her friend.
"So what do you boys have planned while Blaine's here, besides the obvious?" she wiggled her eyebrows a little.
Kurt huffed out a laugh but kept moving, now dusting the bookshelf that he himself had cleaned the night before, "Well, he's only going to be here for the weekend. I figure since he's getting in so late, that we'd just have dinner, but then I have the next two days completely book. We're going to take a walk through Central Park, maybe a horse ride while we're there, I thought we could go to one of the museums, I've been dying to go to the MET, maybe even one of those tour buses. Then on Sunday afternoon I got us tickets to see Wicked!" He smiled, "Blaine's going to love it, I've been dying to take him."
Rachel looked at him confused, "Kurt—"
"I know what you're thinking, and I agree that it's completely tourist-y, apart from Wicked which I know you think is a great idea, but I've been in the city for eight months and haven't gotten around to doing any of it. Blaine will be moving here in a few months for school, and I was thinking it would be nice if we did all of it together." He looked over and his face morphed into confusion by the look Rachel was giving him, as though he were crazy, "What?"
"Blaine's blind, Kurt."
At that he grew even more confused, "Yes, since birth…and…?"
She rolled her eyes, "Kurt, you're bringing him on all these trips that are basically sight required…What is Blaine going to do sitting on a bus sightseeing when he can't see?"
It was Kurt's turn to roll his eyes, "He can still hear the facts that the tour guide says, plus he likes doing stuff like that. When we were in Lima, we went to movies and museums all the time."
"Because you liked it and Blaine liked you."
"No," He drew out the word slightly, "because Blaine liked it just as much as I did."
Rachel stood up, gathering her apron and purse, before kissing him on the cheek and heading towards the door, ready to go to work, "All I'm saying, is that Blaine is coming to visit you and it sounds to me like you're being kind of selfish..." She shrugged her shoulders, "But do what you think is right, I have to get to the diner, tell Blaine I said I'll see him in the morning."
Kurt stared at her and then at the door once she had left. Was he being selfish? He tried to think of all of the times he and Blaine had talked about being in the City, and Kurt recalled Blaine speaking about being a total tourist, but maybe he was just saying that because Kurt always spoke about his desire to explore every nook and cranny of New York.
His heart dropped when he realized that Rachel was right, he planned an entire weekend of sightseeing activities to do with his blind boyfriend…what was he thinking? Looking at the clock, he realized that he had to leave to get to the airport, but he vowed to make a plan. He was lucky that tonight he and Blaine had already decided that because he was getting in pretty late that they would order in, but he needed to think up something fast for the next two days.
Forty minutes later, Kurt was standing at baggage claim, waiting for Blaine to arrive. The flight board showed that he had landed, but Kurt knew that Blaine would be waiting for an escort. Blaine's Seeing Eye dog, Charlie a four-year-old golden retriever, had been too big to go into the main cabin with Blaine, so he would be picked up after the arrival. It took another fifteen minutes before Kurt noticed an airport transport vehicle coming into view. Along with Blaine, there was an elderly couple sitting and chatting with him. When the car came to a stop, Kurt walked over to it, smiling brightly, though Blaine wouldn't be able to tell.
"Someone is coming to meet you, son?" The older man asked Blaine.
"Oh yes, my boyfriend should be here soon."
"Well if it's this handsome young man right here, then I'd say you're just as lucky as him." The woman, presumably his wife, said as she winked to Kurt.
He laughed and blushed as Blaine replied, "I'm definitely the lucky one."
"Have a nice time in New York." The woman spoke again and squeezed his arm.
"Thank you, you as well." Blaine turned towards where Kurt's laugh had sounded, "Hi." He smiled.
Kurt smiled as well, "Hey, honey," He helped him out of the vehicle and then pulled him into a hug, followed by a brief kiss, "How was your flight?"
"Not bad," They began walking, Blaine's hand woven around Kurt's arm near his elbow, "I mostly slept."
"I will forever be jealous of the fact that you can sleep so easily on planes."
"It is a gift."
Kurt hummed in response. They were able to get Blaine's bag easily, and then retrieved Charlie from where he was kept in special handling. Once the dog was released from his crate, Kurt held Blaine's hand and allowed Charlie to do most of Blaine's leading. They hauled a cab and headed to Kurt's apartment.
Later that night, after the boys were able to be properly reacquainted with each other, were full on Chinese food, and Charlie was brought for his night time walk, Kurt found himself lying in bed, Blaine asleep half on top of him. He rubbed a hand up and down Blaine's back, partly to relax him in his slumber, and maybe a little more to remind himself Blaine was there. It had been difficult being apart for so long, and even though he was just visiting, Blaine would be living there soon and Kurt just wanted to share the whole City with him. He still didn't know what he was going to do the next day, but figure that they could still get bagels and coffee from Pick a Bagel, which despite it's name actually had the best bagels in the world, and then Central Park would take up some time. With at least a beginning of a plan formed, Kurt allowed himself to be pulled under into sleep by both Blaine and Charlie's rhythmic breathings.
Bagels, coffee, and Central Park turned out to be a great idea…for about four hours. After they walked around for a bit, Kurt convinced Blaine that they should sit on the Great Lawn in the park and just bask in the beautiful spring day. Charlie lay right against Blaine's leg, but he appeared to be enjoying himself just as much. Kurt turned on some music, and the boys listened, Blaine lying on the blanket, Kurt resting his head on Blaine's stomach. After a couple hours, though, Blaine seemed restless.
"Kurt?"
"Hmm?"
"What else are we doing today?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, not that this isn't fun, but you kept telling me that you planned, like, a packed weekend…"
Kurt sat up and Blaine followed suit, "Oh, um…yea I guess I'm not as good of a planner as I thought."
He watched as Blaine's eyebrows scrunched up from behind his sunglasses, "You are nothing if not a thorough planner, what's really going on?"
"Nothing!" He internally cursed his voice for shooting up an octave.
Blaine turned his head away, resting a hand on Charlie's back, "Do you…um…
He took a moment, "Are you embarrassed?" He turned back towards Kurt.
"What? Embarrassed of what?"
"Of all of this," He gestured from Charlie to his eyes, "Of me."
Kurt's heart dropped at the thought, he grabbed Blaine's hand, "No, Blaine, no...I've never been embarrassed of you, I never could be…why would you think that?"
He shrugged a little and looked away, didn't seem convinced.
Kurt reached up with his free hand and moved Blaine's face so that he was facing him again, "Why would you even think that?"
"I just…" He shook his head a little and sniffed, keying Kurt into the fact that he was trying not to cry, "You kept talking about all these things you wanted to do around the city, and I thought you'd want to do them with me, but we've spent like half the day in this park, and it's great, but I don't know, it just…I just thought maybe it was because you didn't want to do those things with me…that you didn't want to have to deal with me and Charlie and all of that."
Kurt's heart broke at the thought that Blaine could even think that. He leaned forward and pulled him into a hug, "Never, ok? I'm so sorry that's what you thought, but I am not embarrassed of you and there is no dealing with you, I love you, Blaine, all of you…And that includes Charlie and his shedding."
Blaine laughed at that and pulled away from Kurt, wiping his eyes from behind his sunglasses, "Then why?"
Kurt sighed a little, taking his hand again and squeezing it, "Rachel."
"Rachel?"
"Yes…I had all these plans and…she just made me feel like they were so stupid because she said they were all sight reliant and that if I made you do those things, that I was being selfish."
"That's really dumb."
"I mean, is it? What fun would you have going to the MET or riding on a sightseeing bus, even going to see Wicked when you can't actually see any of it?"
"Kurt…I'm blind. In fact, I've been blind my whole life."
"Exactly!"
"No…Look, the whole world is a sight reliant place. Everything I do I miss out on a little bit because I can't see, that doesn't mean I should just sit in my bedroom and do nothing does it?"
"No, but this seems different. Going about your day is much different than taking a tour."
Blaine squeezed his hand, "Because a tour is much cooler, especially when it's in New York City, and even more so when it's with you."
Kurt sighed and dropped his head against Blaine's shoulder, "I'm an idiot."
Blaine laughed, placing a hand on Kurt's back, "Maybe a little."
"Hey!"
He shrugged, smiling, "I mean, you listened to Rachel."
He leaned up again, "I just didn't want you to feel uncomfortable."
"If there is one thing you know for sure, it's that I will always tell you if I don't want to do something. Kurt, you know me better than anyone else…don't listen to Rachel anymore."
"Ok, ok…maybe that was a stupid decision."
"A really stupid decision."
Kurt jokingly slapped his arm, "I get it."
They shared a silence for a few more moments before Kurt suggested they get packed up and finish the day off outside of the park.
As they walked towards the subway, heading to the MET, Blaine paused them suddenly.
"What happened? Did you leave something?" Kurt looked back from where they just headed.
"Did you say we were going to see Wicked?"
He laughed a little, rolling his eyes, "Yes, we're going to see it tomorrow for the matinée before you have to get back to the airport."
Blaine excitedly squealed and then launched himself into Kurt's arms, hugging him tight around the neck. He kissed his cheek as he pulled back and then on the mouth.
"I love New York." He whispered happily when he leaned back a little, still in Kurt's arms.
"I love you."
As it turned out, the MET had a touch tour, which allowed Blaine to feel different pieces, mostly statues, as they were described. It wasn't perfect, and Kurt knew that he still missed out on the visual of many of the paintings, however Blaine seemed content to experience the museum and all it had to offer, if his bright smile was anything to go by. The bus tour rounded out the day and Kurt watched as Blaine closed his eyes and tilted his head back, listening to the tour guide speak about the buildings and feeling the wind go past his face, the setting sun hit his skin.
As the night drew to a close, and Kurt once again found himself surrounded by Blaine, he closed his eyes and smiled, knowing that the day had been pretty perfect.
When the boys awoke the next day, Rachel had made them blueberry and lemon zest pancakes, and after eating, Kurt helped Blaine pack up his bags, knowing that after the show they would have to grab his things and head to the airport.
They were both drumming with excited energy as they waited in their seats for the show to begin. When the music filled the theatre, Blaine's hand tightened around Kurt's and he knew he hadn't made a mistake coming. Kurt lowered his head onto Blaine's shoulder and watched as the show progressed, smiling when he heard Blaine's sniffling as the actress playing Elphaba belted out Defying Gravity. The world may be a sight reliant place, but Blaine seemed to be able to take in the beauty of it without his vision.
Later, they would hug and kiss and cry at the airport, missing each other already, but for now, Kurt was completely content, his head on Blaine's shoulder where he could feel each time he took in a surprised breath, his hand tightly held, and eventually Kurt realized, that he wasn't even really watching the show anyway.
Basically just a short drabble! Hope you enjoyed!