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Note: A NEW Koah story for you! Hope you enjoy it. Review and let me know if this is worth continuing, please.

Summary: Twenty-six year old Kurt Hummel leads a normal life…until, one day, he goes blind in a freak accident with no chance of recovery. He begins to have psychic dreams and visions that lead him to work with the criminal investigative team in Lima, Ohio. Can he keep his relationship with his boyfriend, Noah Puckerman, while adjusting to his new powers? Read to find out…

Hi. My name is Kurt Hummel. I have brown hair and blue eyes. I'm twenty-six years old. I have a loving boyfriend named Noah, a dad named Burt, a stepmother named Carole, and an awesome stepbrother named Finn. I graduated from Julliard—summa cum laude—with a B.A. in musical theatre. My life sounds pretty normal, right?

I'm also blind.

I wasn't always blind. In fact, I'm very recently blind. It all started about a month ago…

It started off like any other night. I was out walking our Maltese, Millie. I always took her for a walk at seven p.m., weather permitting. It was a cool April night, brisk enough to get away with wearing a light jacket. "Come on, girl," I prodded her along. I was unusually still out, but nothing completely out of the ordinary for this town.

Then, it happened.

I was walking Millie out along the edge of the woods behind our house when she broke free of my grip, taking off into the trees. "Millie! Come back here!" I ran after her. Whether she was running after a squirrel or just wanted to annoy me, I'll never know. I ran into the woods, calling her name. "Millicent Hummel! You come back to daddy right now!" I could hear her barking up ahead, and went towards the sound. "Mills?" I turned around at the sound of footsteps behind me. There was a flash of blinding, white light. I remember screaming, trying to close my eyes, but finding myself somehow unable to. Finally, I did. The light went away. I opened my eyes, blinking. Instead of seeing trees like I'd expected, all I saw were white sparks dancing in front of me. My heart raced; what was happening? Slowly, the sparks faded away, dissolving to black. "Millie?" I called cautiously. I heard her yipping around my feet. "Girl, go get Noah," I begged, terrified I wouldn't make it home. Whether I was temporarily blind or…oh, I hated to think of it…permanently blind, I did not know. The very thought of never being able to see again made my heart pound. I sank to the round carefully, hoping my beloved dog would not fail me.

No more than ten minutes later, I heard her familiar bark and footsteps running towards me. "Kurt!"

"Noah?" I turned my head towards the sound of him.

"Kurt, what happened?" I could hear the worry laced in his voice. I felt his hands pull me up, steadying me.

"I was walking Millie…she ran from me, and I followed her. Then I heard someone behind me, so I turned to look, and….and there was a bright light…the next thing I knew, I couldn't see anything."

"Shit," Noah swore. "Okay just…hold on to me, I'll get you home." Walking through the woods at night unable to see anything is terrifying, even with your boyfriend by your side. "We're home," Noah led me inside our house. "Just…sit here," he guided me to the couch. "I'll…I'll call for help…" I listened as he walked quickly towards the phone. What the hell was that light? Why did Millie lead me towards it? And more importantly…who was it there behind me?

The doctors never did find out what was wrong with me. They did a hundred tests, but there was no explanation for my blindness, which I knew now to be permanent. I have to use a cane to get around now, and Noah's been a big help, always by my side. It's a hard thing to get used to, being blind. It's even more devastating when you know you can't really perform again. Sure, I can hear, but I can't see my way around a stage. Anyway, like I said, it's been a month, and I'm still depressed over it. I'll never be able to see Noah's face again, nor the faces of our children, should we ever decide to have some. I cried myself to sleep every night for the first week after that bizarre accident. I wonder if I'll ever adjust to this.

I woke up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat. I'd just had the creepiest dream. At first, I was surprised that I was still bale to have dreams, but really, it's not different than it was before. In my dream, there was a little girl, perhaps four years old. She had brown hair with bangs that reached to about her shoulders, and big, brown, haunting eyes. She was standing in the middle of an abandoned dirt road, wearing a white dress that fell just above her knees. She called my name. "Kurt…Kurt…" I woke up with a start, trying to open my eyes, but realizing it didn't matter, for I'd be seeing darkness either way.

"Kurt…what's wrong?" Noah asked sleepily.

"Nothing, honey…go back to sleep," I whispered. I felt him settle back down next to me. I shook my head, laying back down, wrapping an arm around him, pressing my cold body against his warm one. I eventually sank into a deep and dreamless sleep, but the little girl still haunted me.