A/N: Lack of food, wifi, and people on campus makes for some desperate entertainment. I came up with this little one-shot about blind!Blaine… Depending on what kind of response I get, I may continue it! Just some cute fluff for now. ^_^
Left, right, left, right, left, right.
That's how is mother had told him to use the walking stick –to the left, to the right, slide it across the floor. It was easy to do at home; Blaine even managed to get up and down the stairs, and it had been a few days since he had last tripped. He had assured himself and his parents that he was ready to go back to school –public school this time, since a lot of their fortune had gone towards Blaine's medical bills after the accident.
So here he was, sliding his walking stick along the ground as he tried to make his way into the school building. McKinley High was already much louder than Dalton had been; he could feel people breeze past him as he moved at a snail's pace, nerves trying to get the best of him. He swallowed thickly and took another step, sliding his stick to the left. And to the right. And to the right. And—
Shit. Shit. Someone was cursing under their breath to his right. He must have nailed someone in the ankle. That was a novice move, Blaine, he sighed to himself. You should at least be able to walk without trying to impale someone.
"I'm really sorry," Blaine murmured sadly, straightening his back a little as he turned to his right a little bit. "I really am, it's my first day here and I'm still trying to get used to this damn stick and- and-" He could feel himself getting worked up, could feel tears sting at his unseeing eyes.
"It's alright," Kurt breathed out, patting Blaine's shoulder. "You scuffed my boot but I think I'll be able it buff it out. No big deal. Are you a freshman?"
Blaine felt his cheeks blush. The boy sounded practically angelic; the hand on his shoulder startled him a little and he jumped. "I'm- I'm a junior," he managed to get out. "I transferred. From Dalton Academy, it's all the way in—"
"Westerville," Kurt nodded. "I'm Kurt, by the way."
Kurt. That's a beautiful name, Blaine thought to himself. "Blaine," he blurted out. "I'm… my name is Blaine. And I'm sorry I scuffed your boot. I'm kind of… blind."
A laugh. Arguably the most beautiful laugh Blaine has ever heard. He smiled sheepishly and ducked his head a little bit, twisting the edge of his walking cane in his hands. He took another breath. You can do this, Blaine. "Do you think you could show me where, uh…" He desperately tried to remember what his first class was. "Calculus, I need to Calculus."
Kurt smiled as Blaine stumbled with his words a little bit. He was awfully cute. "I know someone that's taking that class, his name is Mike. I can help you get there and he'll get you to your next class. I bet we'll have some classes together if you transferred from Dalton."
Blaine could feel his insides flutter at Kurt's words. He really liked Kurt's voice; it soothed his nerves and made his fingers want to tremble. "Okay," he finally smiled. "That'd be nice. To have someone I know, I mean. It's kind of…yeah. That'd be nice."
He felt an arm wrap around his own, and held onto it. He didn't move his cane too much while he was walking with Kurt because for some reason that he wasn't going to question, he trusted the boy with the sweet voice.