Blaine Anderson had never had a boyfriend. Blaine was currently 18 years old, boarded at Dalton Academy in Westerville, Ohio, where he was a senior and sang in the Warblers, and he had big dreams of moving to New York one day.

Blaine was also blind.

Sure, there were plenty of gay guys at Dalton- it was a safe place for them to be in Ohio, after all, but those guys were just like the rest. They were great friends to Blaine, but they quickly realized that he wouldn't be worth the hassle of a relationship.

Which is why Blaine's best friend, Wes, had gone behind Blaine's back and made him an account on a dating website.

"Wes, I can't believe you would do that! Do you have no respect for me at all?" Blaine yelled out in exasperation.

"You know I do, Blaine. I'm just tired of seeing you so alone, and I thought if you met a guy on-line, it might make you happier," Wes argued.

"I'm plenty happy," Blaine retorted.

"You're alone. You act like you're okay, but I know it bothers you."

"Well nobody wants me. I'm too much trouble. Not much I can do about that," Blaine muttered.

"You are so much better than you give yourself credit for, Blaine. Just give some guy the chance to see that. Let someone get to know you- without worrying about the fact that you can't see. Someone out there will see how amazing you are."

"Fine... I might give it a look," Blaine sighed, resigning to his best friend.

"Okay, I set it up so if you chat with someone who is on-line, your computer will read the messages out loud to you through your text to speech program, just like your e-mail and stuff does. That okay?" Wes asked.

"Yeah, that should be fine. If I even get on the website."

"I've already logged you in, so you're set to go."

"Whatever," Blaine grumbled. He honestly couldn't believe that his best friend would have such a disregard for his own personal privacy. And he knew it was a stupid idea. Absolutely nothing good could from this.

It was a lazy Friday night in when Blaine suddenly heard a ding come from his computer, and the words "ummm, hi," were spoken in a monotone voice through his computer speakers.

"What is that?" Blaine asked himself aloud. He walked over to the computer and sat down, realizing that it was probably someone trying to chat with him on the dating website. He remembered that had never logged out. He had meant to, but he just forgot. So that must mean he was on-line. Shit. He should probably type out a reply.

Hi!

"I'm Kurt," the computer read, in that boring, male, monotone voice that Blaine hated so much.

Blaine.

Oh god, what was he doing? This was a bad idea. A very bad idea.

"Ummm... sorry if this is awkward, I'm kind of new to all of this. My friend Rachel even set up this account for me... behind my back, I might add. I don't really know what to say..."

Blaine laughed out loud at the irony of the situation.

Same! Well, I mean, my friend Wes set this up for me without telling me. In fact, I didn't even realize I was on-line until I heard your message ding on my computer. I have no idea what I'm doing.

"Oh...Wes wasn't just playing a prank when he listed you as gay, was he?"

Haha, nope! I'm gay. Are you gay?

"Yep. I'm gay. I noticed your profile says you're from Ohio. Me too! What are the odds?"

No way! There are a few gay guys who I go to school with, but it's still pretty rare outside of these hallowed halls.

"You go to school with gay guys? In Ohio? How? What?"

It's a private boarding school with a zero tolerance policy on bullying, so it's kind of a safe haven for guys like us.

"That's so awesome, Blaine!"

Okay... so this guy wasn't so bad. It was actually kind of nice talking to someone who didn't know about his disability for once. He could just sit back and have a real conversation. Yeah... this was definitely nice. Kudos to Wes.

So, since I'm on this dating website, even though it's against my will, I guess I should go ahead and take advantage of it, so why don't you tell me about yourself, Kurt?

"Umm... okay :) Well, let's see. I am 18 years old, from Lima, Ohio, and I enjoy glee club and fashion."

Wow. We already have a lot in common!

"Oh yeah?"

Yeah! I'm also 18, from Westerville, Ohio, and I enjoy glee club and football.

"Okay, so first of all... Westerville is only 2 hours away from me! That's so cool! And you're in glee club?"

I am!

"I wonder if we've ever competed against each other. I don't recall a school from Westerville..."

Well, we are two hours apart.

"Yeah, I guess that would be why. So tell me more about yourself, because right now you're sounding kind of perfect so I can't help but think you're just echoing what I tell you."

I'm not echoing on purpose, I promise! But hmm... I like the Buckeyes, and I board at school. Oh, I love Katy Perry!

"Oh god. Katy Perry? I knew there had to be a flaw in there somewhere semi-colon p"

Blaine giggled out loud at the use of emoticon. He always loved it when computer read those out loud.

Don't hate! You have to admit that she's a legend.

"Barbra Streisand is a legend. Katy Perry is a pop-princess who can't hit a note."

Barbra Streisand? This guy must be a Broadway fan, then. That was something else they had in common. Blaine searched his brain for anything else he and Kurt might have in common when he recalled that Kurt mentioned fashion. Blaine used to liked fashion, too. Especially now that he had to just trust the designer labels to know if something would look good on him or not. He was secretly thankful that he had a uniform at school though, because it was always so much trouble putting good outfits together.

But he did have a monthly subscription to Vogue that Wes always read out-loud to him, telling him what clothes featured in the magazine that month would look good on him. It was definitely nice having a metro-sexual friend sometimes. Blaine thought back to his favorite issue of Vogue that year that Wes had read to him, and figured he might as well bring that up to Kurt. He was sure the other man would appreciate it.

Lies! Katy Perry is perfect! But I can't argue with you on the Barbra Streisand thing. You said you like fashion, right? My favorite Vogue this year was Marion Cotillard.

"Shut up! Me too!"

Now who's echoing who? :P

"And the Buckeyes, huh? My dad loves them. So does my step-brother."

You and your mom not into sports?

"Oh... well, my mom died when I was little. And my step-mother is kind of indifferent. She'd rather go shopping with me any day, which I love."

Whoa. Blaine didn't see that one coming. That was the first time someone mentioned something tragic in front of Blaine since the accident. It's like his friends were worried Blaine had enough problems of his own, so they didn't want to unload their own problems onto him, as well. And while Blaine was sorry for Kurt's loss, he was so happy to have someone lean on him for a change.

Oh, Kurt. I'm so sorry.

"No worries. It was a long time ago. What's your family like?"

They're fine. Supportive. I mean, they were all for me transferring to Dalton after I got bullied.

And the fact that it's the only blind-friendly school in the area, Blaine thought to himself.

"Dalton? Is that the name of your school?"

Yeah. Dalton Academy. I probably shouldn't have told you that in case you're some psycho killer/stalker person...

"I'm not. I know you have no reason to believe me, so I guess I'll just have to ask you to believe me in blind faith."

Blaine laughed at the word choice. Blind faith. Yeah... he definitely had that down.

Oh, I can definitely do that. Story of my life.

"Question mark"

Don't worry about it.

"Were you bullied for being gay? (You don't have to answer that if you don't want to)"

Shit. Shit, Kurt! Don't ask about that, Blaine thought to himself.

Yes. Freshman year at a homecoming dance. Three guys beat me up and I ended up in the hospital.

"Oh my god, Blaine. I'm so sorry. Were you okay?"

Oh, you know, just went into a coma and woke up blind... but apart from that, nothing too bad, Blaine thought, sarcastically.

I survived...

"I'm bullied, too. Not to the same extent that you were, but if it makes you feel any better, I get it."

'I get it'... wow. Blaine hadn't heard those words spoken to him in the longest time. You don't find many blind, gay teenagers in Ohio, and while Kurt may not understand the extent of his troubles, it will still nice to finally find someone who understood him, even on a basic level.

You know... it does make me feel a little better. I mean, not that you're bullied. I hate that you're having to go through that, but I've never had anyone who understood what it's like before.

"Same."

The two boys continued to chat until the early hours of the morning, Blaine completely getting lost in the conversation and thankful that he had a single room in the dorm so Kurt's dialogue coming from the computer wouldn't disturb anyone.

"I just realized how late it is. Almost 3 AM. We should probably go to bed."

Can we talk again tomorrow?

This was the first open and real conversation Blaine had had with someone in years, apart from Wes, and it was so nice. He was going to cling to it.

"I would love that. Same time?"

Talk to you then!

"Wes, I met someone," Blaine announced one day, over lunch.

"Oh yeah?" Wes questioned.

"Yeah. His name is Kurt," Blaine said with a fond smile. The two young men had been talking for a few weeks now, and Blaine was completely smitten.

"And where did you meet Kurt?"

"I... I haven't. We talked on that dating website you set up for me," Blaine said, bashfully.

"Yes! I knew that would work!" Wes cheered. "What's he like? Is he from around here?"

"He's... amazing. He's from Lima, which is only two hours away. And we have so much in common. And we can just talk for hours about anything and everything, you know? He's so wonderful."

"Does he... know?" Wes asked, cautiously.

"No," Blaine said with firm finality. "Kurt is basically the best thing that's happened to me since the accident, and I don't want to screw it up. He doesn't need to know."

"Yeah, but Blaine... if you keep talking to him, you guys might meet one day. It's only fair for him to kno-"

"No," Blaine cut him off. "It would ruin everything. It always does. So no."

"Fine..." Wes sighed. "So tell me more about him."

Blaine was finally back in his dorm for the afternoon. He hated that he couldn't just text Kurt throughout the day like other people could, but it made his afternoons even better, because he had this to look forward to every day.

Hi, Kurt :)

"Hi Blaine semi-colon right parentheses."

How was your day? Any bullies whose butts I need to kick?

"Hahaha. Nothing too bad today. Thank you, though."

I'm glad to hear that. Soo... do you think we could pick back up where we left off last night?

"Oh god, I was hoping you would forget about that"

Okay, so after you called your guidance counselor 'bambi' and puked on her shoes, then what happened? ;)

"sigh"

A few months after starting this on-line relationship with Kurt, Blaine received a huge surprise, in the form of Kurt asking him for his phone number.

"Blaine... do you ever wish we could just talk all the time?"

Of course! I love talking to you :)

"Do you think we could maybe exchange phone numbers then?"

Well shit. That would be amazing. But Blaine had avoided this for a reason. Most kids his age preferred texting over talking on the phone, and he was afraid it would look suspicious if he didn't do the same with Kurt. But the temptation to hear Kurt's real voice, rather than the monotone voice through his computer monitor was just too tempting to turn down.

Oh! Wow. Um... I would love to, Kurt. But I should tell you now that I don't really text. But I would love to be able to call you- hear your voice.

"I would love that, too."

Okay. Okay, Blaine. You can do this. Kurt sent you his number. Just call him. Surprise him. It will be fun. You'll finally get to hear what he sounds like. Okay. Come on.

Blaine grabbed his phone and spoke Kurt's number into it, then heard it ringing. Oh my god, Oh my god, oh my god, oh my-.

"Hello?" A beautiful, high-pitched, angelic-sounding voice answered the phone.

Wow, okay. Breathe, Blaine.

"Hi," Blaine answered in a slightly breathy voice.

"Blaine?"

"That's me. Kurt... I love your voice," Blaine sighed. And, oh, yeah, that didn't sound creepy at all, Blaine.

"Thank you. You sound like yourself."

"I sound like myself?" Blaine asked, having no idea what Kurt was talking about, but still loving every minute of it, because this was Kurt! He was talking to Kurt!

"Yeah... you just sound like how I pictured you."

"Oh. Well, so do you."

"This is so crazy. I can't believe I'm talking to you on the phone right now."

"Me neither," Blaine said, almost forgetting himself and adding on 'it's so different from the monotone computer voice.'

There were a few moments of awkward silence, in which Blaine just took in the whole situation, trying to calm himself down a bit, before Kurt announced, "I don't even know what to say right now..."

"How about you just tell me about your day, like you would normally," Blaine said with a smile.

"I'd love to."

"Sooo... Kurt gave me his number," Blaine squealed to Wes at glee club the next afternoon.

"Did you call him?" Wes asked, eagerly.

"Yes!" Blaine exclaimed. "And his voice is so beautiful, Wes. He sounds like a dream. We talked for hours."

"You really like this guy, don't you?"

"I really, really do. Everything just comes so naturally with him. I've never felt more like myself. Not ever. Not even before the accident."

"Wow, Blaine. I am so, so happy for you."

"Hey Blaine?" Kurt asked on the phone one afternoon, a few weeks after the two boys started calling one another.

"Yeah?"

"I'm sorry if this is too forward, but do you think you could send me a picture of yourself? I want to know what the guy I'm talking to looks like."

Well shit. Blaine would have to run and find Wes really quick and help him find a picture of him on his computer and then attach it to an e-mail and send it to Kurt and dammit, why was Blaine so useless?

"Oh! Uhh... sure? I mean, I suppose it couldn't hurt anything," Blaine said, trying to sound calm and normal.

"You don't have to if you're too uncomfortable. I promise I won't be offended," Kurt said, and Blaine could tell the other man was freaking out, so he quickly interrupted.

"No, no. I'll do it. Uhhh... tomorrow. Can I send it to you tomorrow?" Blaine asked, figuring that would give him enough time to call Wes and have him come over and help. He would have to tell Wes to use a picture of him outdoors, so the sunglasses wouldn't seem out of place.

"Yeah. No problem! So how was your day? Warblers practice going well?"

"Yeah! We're definitely going to dominate at Sectionals. How about New Directions?" Blaine asked, happy for the change in topic.

"Oh, we're totally going to kick ass. That is, if all the drama ever dies down," Kurt laughed.

"Oh no. Who broke up this week?"

"Thanks, Wes," Blaine said, as Wes scooted away from his computer after having sent the picture to Kurt. "I really appreciate you helping me out with this."

"It's no problem. I'm just happy you guys are getting even closer," Wes replied. "I'll see you at breakfast, okay?"

"Sounds good. See you then," Blaine said, then waited to hear the door close before finishing getting ready for school that day.

A few minutes later he heard his e-mail ding. We went over to the computer and opened it, waiting for the text to voice program to work and read him the e-mail, but no sound came through the computer speakers.

Huh, someone must have sent him a blank e-mail or something by accident. Oh well.

Blaine was just settling down at his desk to do homework for the evening when he heard his phone ringing. It was probably Kurt, but he always answered the phone the same way, just in case it was someone else.

"Hello?" Blaine asked.

"Hey, Blaine. What's up?" Kurt's voice sounded down the line.

"Oh, hey Kurt. Nothing much. Just getting started on homework."

"Oh yeah? I was just procrastinating."

"Oh, so now I'm just an excuse to get out of studying?" Blaine teased.

"You know you're more to me than that."

Oh my god. Did Kurt just...? He did. He totally did. He implied that he cared for Blaine. Wow. Blaine couldn't believe this was happening to him. This never happened to him. It must be a mistake.

"Uhh... Blaine? I'm sorry, did I scare you off?" Kurt asked, snapping Blaine out of his thoughts.

"No! No, not at all. It's just... no one's ever said something like that to me before. No one's ever implied that they care about me."

"I'm not implying. I do care about you, Blaine. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me," Kurt admitted.

"Don't say that," Blaine whispered, not wanting his heart to get broken. Kurt couldn't like him. It just wasn't possible. There was no way the guy Blaine was completely head over heels for liked him back.

"Why not?"

"Because you don't mean it. You can't mean it," Blaine argued.

"I do, though."

"Kurt," Blaine practically whined. "I'm not good enough for you."

Maybe Blaine should just fess up. Maybe he should tell Kurt that he was blind so the other man would understand. So Kurt could have a chance to run for the hills, just like every other guy.

"That's crazy!" Kurt screeched, forcing Blaine to briefly pull the phone away from his ear.

"It's true though," Blaine sighed, ready to admit the truth so Kurt would understand that he could do so much better than a blind guy.

"I'm... I... you just deserve better than me," Blaine chickened out at the end, not able to confess.

"No. I want to be with you."

"I want to be with you, too," Blaine whispered, knowing he should resist, but he just wasn't strong enough. He liked Kurt too much. So he decided to be selfish.

"Kurt and I are together," Blaine admitted as he and Wes were hanging out in his room one evening.

"Wait, so you met him?" Wes asked.

"No, not yet. We... we talked about it over the phone. I almost told him I'm blind, but I just couldn't. I like him too much to lose him. But he admitted that he likes me, too. So... I guess that means we're together."

"Blaine, that's so awesome! But I think you underestimate Kurt. I don't think he would run from you if you told him the truth. From what you tell me, he sounds better than that. And you kind of have the advantage of him knowing you before judging you on your blindness."

"Yeah... maybe. But I'm too scared to find out. Anyway... I kind of miss him now. Do you mind if I call him really quick? Just to say hello?"

"Sure thing, bud," Wes smiled, turning back to the book he was reading.

"Hey Kurt?" Blaine greeted once Kurt picked up the phone. "Is this a good time? How are you?"

It was the big day- the day of the Warblers performance in the study room.

The Warblers were basically rock stars at Dalton- even Blaine, who practiced even harder than the other guys, and rightfully deserved his spot as the lead singer.

Blaine was nervous and excited, just like he was before any performance. That is, until the Warblers started the background singing behind him. Then, he was completely in his element. He sang his heart out, two-stepping in time with the other guys, not missing a single beat.

If Blaine was being honest with himself, it was probably his best performance to date, which the other Warblers obviously agreed with, since they tackled him after the song ended, showering him with hugs and pats on the back.

Blaine admitted to himself that it was probably his best performance because he had been thinking of Kurt the entire song, wishing he could sing it to him. Maybe he would call him later and serenade him through the phone. That would be romantic, right?

Blaine's thoughts were interrupted when he heard someone call out his name. And wait... he knew that voice. Oh my god.

"Kurt?" Blaine gasped, glancing up in the general direction the voice had come from. "What are you doing here?"

Oh my god, this could not be happening. Blaine wasn't ready for this. He wasn't ready for it to all be over, yet.

"I wanted to meet you... in person, that is. I hope you don't mind," Kurt said, suddenly right in front of Blaine, causing Blaine to jerk back a bit in surprise.

"No! No, of course I don't mind. It's just... a surprise." Blaine said, nerves completely taking over. "God, I'm... I'm so sorry you had to find out this way."

"Wait, find out what? What are you talking about?" Kurt asked, sounding confused.

Did he really not know? How could he not have noticed? Blaine thought it was pretty obvious. Oh well... looked like all of this was about to end anyway, so he might as well fess up.

"You don't... Kurt... I- I'm blind," Blaine sighed, completely dejected, waiting for Kurt to run away.

After a few moments of silence, he figured Kurt was gone, but he decided to call out his name, just to make sure. "Kurt?"

"Sorry. Just... a lot to take in."

Blaine nearly jumped out of his skin when Kurt answered. Kurt was still there? Kurt was still talking to him? Okay... so what was he supposed to do now?

"I'm assuming you have a lot of questions."

"Yeah. Yeah, of course I do. So can we go out for coffee? I came all this way to ask you out on a proper date, after all," Kurt said, taking Blaine's hands.

Blaine grasped onto Kurt's hands tightly in return. He was in shock. There was no way this was happening. Kurt still wanted him. Kurt knew the truth, and he wanted to take him on a date. It was then, right then, that Blaine realized it. He was completely, head over heels in love with this man.

"Are... you can't be serious," Blaine gasped, trying to take his hands back, but Kurt wouldn't let go.

"About what?"

"You still want to date me?" Blaine asked, incredulously.

"Blaine, of course I do. I love you. I know I've never said it before and the timing probably isn't ideal, but it's true. I'm in love with you. Just because you can't see won't change that."

Blaine honestly couldn't believe it. He had never felt so overwhelmed in his life, and at that moment, all he wished for was that he could see the man who had completely changed his life.

"Kurt," Blaine whispered, barely able to to find his voice. "Can I look at you?"

"Uhhh, yeah?" Kurt responded, and Blaine had to repress a grin, knowing that had probably sounded like a crazy question to Kurt.

Blaine slowly reached his hands out until he felt Kurt's eyebrows. And oh, Kurt was taller than him. By a couple of inches, if Blaine had to guess. His eyebrows were soft and smooth, which meant Kurt definitely cared about his appearance, unlike Blaine, whose own eyebrows were big and triangular. He slowly worked his hands down, caressing the soft, smooth skin that felt like silk under his hands. Kurt's cheekbones were defined and strong, which meant Kurt looked masculine, despite his delicate skin. His lips were plump and smooth, and Blaine was sure they would feel amazing moving against his. His chin was angular, and also strong, and perfectly rounded off Kurt's face. Kurt was beautiful.

Blaine's hands slowly made their way back up to Kurt's cheeks, where he softly cupped them, hoping he wasn't overstepping.

"You're beautiful, Kurt," Blaine whispered.

And suddenly, Kurt's lips were on his, and Blaine had never felt more complete.

"I love you, too," Blaine whispered as they broke apart, and then immediately dove back in, recapturing Kurt's lips with his own.

A/N: So there you have it. That should have cleared up any questions brought up in Kurt's POV, but if you still have questions, don't hesitate to ask!

The text to speech program is a real thing, in case you were wondering, and you can google it if you want :)

Hope you guys enjoyed seeing the story from Blaine's POV!

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or these characters. Sometimes, life just isn't fair.