A/N: Thank you SO MUCH to everyone who started following this story. :) I don't know anything about ASL so if there are any mistakes, please let me know and I'll edit it. Thank you.

Original Artrian version on my Tumblr wordsofwhisper. You can also read the Klaine version on there under the tag klaine fic: impossible love.

Brothers

Blaine had a tough skin. He had to with everything he had been through in his life. He had come such a long way in his short life so far that the people he had known for years, friends and family, were surprised at how optimistic he still was in his life.

At birth, Blaine's parents were told that their second son's hearing wasn't good. It was quite bad, but there was a chance for him to get a surgery where they could fix the problem at age two. They had put faith in someone that they would later on blame the same thing on. When Blaine was two years old, he got the surgery his doctor talked about with his parents. He couldn't remember anything from it; he had only been two years old and it's been a long, long time ago now. During the operation there had been a complication they hadn't foreseen. When Blaine woke up, the little bit of hearing that he had, had been completely gone. He was now deaf.

His parents had been furious. There wasn't much they could do about it. Even after going to their lawyer, they wouldn't stand a chance. The complications weren't foreseen and the doctor handled the situation like any other would do. But the emotional pain for his parents and physical disability of Blaine would always be there.

Blaine didn't let it bring him down. He was a happy boy growing up and he learned American Sign Language early on. Even his parents and older brother Cooper learned it so they could communicate with him. Blaine could tell Cooper was really doing his best and got it quickly under control. Blaine had always admired how learning things had come so easily to him. Quickly, he and Cooper got some inside jokes nobody else understood. His mother tried, but she was just a bad signer. His father barely talked to him. He occasionally signed, but they were broken sentences. If he really needed something, he'd tell his mother or Cooper. They would sign it to him them.

His mother wanted Blaine to live a normal life. Being deaf didn't mean he couldn't do anything normal children could do. That's why she had sent him to a normal school with hearing children. Cooper's school. The first day everybody noticed that he was different. He wasn't looking up with the children were calling names and he didn't notice it either when they were making fun of him. Eventually nobody bothered talking to him except for Cooper and his teacher, Miss Lovelace. She was nice; Blaine had always liked her. She knew how to do sign language as well, which was nice because then he didn't always have to read lips or go to his brother. The dean had asked his parents multiple times, when Blaine had gotten himself into trouble again, if it wasn't better for him to go to a school for deaf children. His mother refused, saying he was normal just like any of the other kids.

Until he was ten years old, Blaine had attended the school, but the last year had become a lot more difficult after Cooper had graduated. Miss Lovelace was the only person who bothered checking in with him from time to time, even though she wasn't teaching him anymore. The last year of Blaine's school year had been the worst of all. He came home crying more than usual. Cooper wasn't there anymore to comfort him and although his mother tried, Blaine didn't feel like talking to her that much. He started to beg for her to get him to a different school, but the closest deaf school was miles and miles away. His mother didn't want him to go there and not being able to see him until the holidays when he came home.

With nobody to talk to, not even Cooper because he was too busy with his freshman year at college, Blaine started to rebel more. He was a smart boy, but his grades were dropping because his teacher wasn't looking at him all the time so he couldn't always read her lips. She couldn't do sign language either and, if you asked Blaine, she was kind of a snob. His classmates were starting to pick more and more on him and he started to feel like he didn't belong anywhere. Nobody talked to him, Cooper had left him alone as well – although he didn't really blame his brother! – and his parents didn't go in on his request to pull him out of school. More often Blaine was sent to the dean's office and his parents were called in a couple of times as well.

When Blaine gotten himself into a fight, the dean's had it. Actually, Blaine was agreeing with him when he got sent home with his parents that afternoon and be told not to come back. It's for the better, he had said. Blaine could read his lips and he was actually thanking the guy for this. His mother was in tears, thinking she had done something wrong and his father wasn't even looking at him.

That night, Blaine lied down a pamphlet down on the kitchen table his parents were sitting at.

WHAT IS THAT? His mother took the pamphlet and started to read it.

Blaine could see by the look on her face that she didn't like it, but that wasn't going to stop him.

IT IS CLOSE TO HOME AND I WILL BE AMONG PEOPLE WHO ACTUALLY UNDERSTAND WHO I AM. THEY CAN GIVE ME THE EDUCATION I NEED. Blaine looked at her with a begging look; he really needed this. He'd rather not go there, but to a school for the deaf instead, but his parents would never let him. So he went to look for something else himself that was close enough to home so he could either still live at home with his parents or they could visit him every weekend if they needed to.

LET BOY GO. His father signed while he looked from Blaine to his mother. His sign language was definitely not the best, but Blaine could tell he was trying and sticking up for him.

One month later, Blaine had moved into the institute because his parents weren't able to drive him up and down every day and they wouldn't let him go by himself on the public transport either at only the age of ten. He didn't mind it, because he only had his parents at home and all of his friends were living at the institute. For the first time in years, Blaine actually felt like he belonged.

It was the weekend, which meant two days of doing what he wanted to do. Sometimes Blaine went back home to spend the weekend with his parents or they were coming out to the institute on one of the days and they would have dinner together. He knew they weren't coming out this weekend because they were visiting some other of his relatives. That wasn't why Blaine was pacing the floor of the living area, looking through the windows out to the parking lot. Cooper was coming to see him for the weekend. He hadn't seen him in a while since he was busy as well, which made this weekend with only the two of them even more excited for Blaine.

Blaine was biting his nails, an old and nervous habit of his, when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He was used to not jumping when someone did it. Sometimes he could even tell by the tap who it was, although right now he had no clue.

COOPER! Blaine signed quickly and excitedly, a big smile on his face before he pulled his brother into a hug. He was smaller than Cooper was, but he was seven years older than him. Blaine pulled away again and let go of his brother. HOW DID YOU COME HERE? WHERE IS YOUR CAR?

I TOOK A CAB. There was a sneaky grin on his face. SHOW ME WHERE THE FOOD IS. I'M HUNGRY. WE CAN TALK WHILE WE EAT.

They walked to the cafeteria, grabbed a sandwich both and a muffin. Blaine took a cup of tea and Cooper grabbed himself a cup of coffee since he came straight from the airport to the institute. They talked about everything and nothing; how Blaine was doing, how school was going (he was in his senior year now) and what he thought he would do next year when he went to college. Blaine had a few ideas what he wanted to do, but he hadn't really decided what yet.

I WANT TO HELP PEOPLE. He was certain about that when he signed the answer back to his brother's question. MAYBE A DOCTOR? OR A TEACHER? Blaine could see the frown and confusion forming on his brother's face.

THOSE ARE TWO COMPLETELY DIFFERENT THINGS. IT'S A GOOD THING YOU STILL HAVE SOME TIME TO REALLY FIGURE OUT WHAT YOU WANT. JUST LET ME KNOW IF YOU NEED SOME HELP, OKAY?

Blaine nodded and quickly signed OKAY back to him before he finished his sandwich in silence. He knew Cooper wasn't judging him for his choices, and he was definitely sure that he knew Blaine's reasoning behind those choices, but he was glad he didn't ask more about it,

Cooper started to sign again about something that happened to him. Blaine had to keep focus on him and he had for a while, but his eyes were starting to drift to the door of the cafeteria. A boy with a white cane came walking in, following by an older couple, a tall lumpy boy and two girls who didn't look like they belonged with the family. Suddenly Blaine wasn't paying attention to Cooper at all anymore as he watched how the boy was interacting with his family.

Cooper noticed. He was snapping his fingers in front of Blaine's eyes to get his attention. A blush appeared on Blaine's face as he looked back down at his plate. Cooper looked over his shoulder and noticed the boy and his family as well. Immediately, a smile came on his face as he looked back and put one and one together. WHO'S THAT?

JUST A FRIEND, Blaine quickly returned, pretending he was no one.

YEAH RIGHT. SPILL THE DEEDS, SQUIRT.

DON'T CALL ME THAT, Blaine aggressively returned. He really hated it when Cooper was calling him that. Blaine also knew Cooper wouldn't stop calling him that, not even when they were both old and saggy. IT'S A BIT COMPLICATED. I'M DEAF AND HE'S BLIND. WE DON'T REALLY TALK. HE LISTENS TO ME PLAYING THE PIANO AND THAT'S IT.

Cooper nodded, still a smirk on his face, but he wasn't saying anything for a while as he just stared at Blaine. Honestly, it was making him a bit uncomfortable seeing his older brother having that look in his eyes. He knew exactly what it meant and he knew what was coming next.

YOU SHOULD ASK HIM OUT, Cooper signed and then shrugged like it was no big deal.

HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO DO THAT? I DON'T TALK AND HE CAN'T SEE ME SIGN. It was frustrating, because Blaine had wanted to ask him out since that first day when Kurt had walked into the piano room and listened to him play. The guy had caught his eyes instantly and he didn't run away when finding out that Blaine was blind. They wouldn't work together, at all. All of the odds are against them, yet Blaine couldn't stop thinking about how it would be like to kiss those lips.

YOU'RE THINKING ABOUT HIM RIGHT NOW, AREN'T YOU? Cooper smirked and another blush covered his face. LOVE DOESN'T NEED A LANGUAGE, BLAINE. IT SPEAKS FOR ITSELF.

Blaine had dropped the conversation then and moved to another one. The entire weekend with Cooper was amazing, but exhausting as well. He had missed his brother dearly and it was fun going out, spending time with him, the little competition between them that they had always going on, but he was also glad that when it was Sunday evening and he was back at the institute again. He still had some homework to do, pages to read before the next day. He took his stuff with him and went to the library to finish it there. Just because Blaine was deaf and technically couldn't here, he liked to be in quiet places more than in the loud ones. Basically because people were always running around there and distracting him with their fast movements.

When he walked in he noticed him sitting in one of the big chairs. Kurt was just sitting there with headphones on and listening to some music. Cooper's words popped into his head and repeating themselves. Love doesn't need a language. It speaks for itself. He took a big breath and walked over to Kurt. He tapped his shoulder to let him know someone was there.

"One second," he quickly said. Blaine watched as Kurt took off his headphones and looked up in thin air. "Hello."

Sometimes it was frustrating to not being able to respond back. He never had speech therapy, but since meeting Kurt he had been thinking about it so they could communicate a bit more. Blaine had no trouble reading Kurt's lips to know what he was saying, but it was harder to reply back. So instead, Blaine took his hand and brought it to his face. He could feel Kurt touching it as a smile already came to his face.

"Blaine," he replied before Blaine nodded to let him know he was right. "How are you doing? Had a fun weekend with your brother?"

Blaine nodded again, excitedly, before he stopped abruptly. How did Kurt know he was with his brother? He hadn't told him about Cooper coming over since they hadn't really talked much or shared stories with how difficult communicating for them was.

Somehow, Kurt could feel he was thinking. "He came over to introduce himself when you were off to the bathroom. He is nice. Is he your only brother?"

Blaine nodded softly again as he moved slowly to sit in the chair next to him. He brought Kurt's hand back to cup his face – which was an amazing feeling – and stared at the beautiful boy, but scared now what Cooper had talked to Kurt about. He wanted to desperately he could talk right now, but when he opened his mouth to speak, only vague sounds came out and it frustrated him.

"Hey," Kurt quickly said, sitting up and carefully moving his hand blindly to find something else until he found Blaine's knee. "He didn't say anything inappropriate or embarrassed you. Actually, he warned me…"

Blaine frowned. He took Kurt's hand with palm up and slowly but trying to spell out as fast as he could. F-O-R W-H-A-T.

"For what?" Kurt repeated, getting quite good at these letters although for a second he thought Blaine spelled fob vavt; he was still learning. He figured it out pretty fast that Blaine wanted to know what his brother warned him for. "That if I said no when you asked me out, he would come down and kick my blind ass." Kurt let out a laugh, sounding a bit nervous but Blaine couldn't hear that.

Blaine immediately started blushing again, looking down at his lap. He made a mental note that he was going to send a text message later to Cooper and tell him exactly what he thought about the plan he had done.

"Are you asking me out?" Kurt asked.

Blaine didn't respond for a second, wishing Kurt would take off his sunglasses so he could see his eyes and the colour of them. Since meeting him for the first time, he hadn't seen him without him. Then he nodded softly and watched as the tiniest smile appeared on Kurt's face.

"I'd love to," he responded.

Blaine could feel his heart skipping a beat as a big bright smile appeared on his face. Even if Kurt couldn't see the smile, he could feel Blaine's cheeks shifting and knowing he was smiling. It felt amazing.

Later that night, after spending some time with Kurt in silence – Kurt listening to his music again and Blaine reading through the pages of his book – he was back in his room and took out his phone to send Cooper a quick message. His original plan was to scold at him, but when he was typing out the message, he couldn't get passed two words.

From Blaine: Thank you.

Just seconds after sending his message to Cooper, he got one back.

From Cooper: I knew you two could figure it out. ;)

From Blaine: I'm not happy with you going behind my back and telling him I wanted to ask him out, though! But thank you.

From Cooper: No problem, squirt.

From Blaine: STOP CALLING ME THAT!

From Cooper: Never. ;)

Blaine let out a laugh and dropped himself on the bed. He was pretty happy now that he had asked Kurt out and he said yes. Suddenly Blaine sat up in bed with his eyes wide open and looking afraid. There was just one thought going through him: what was he going to wear on that date?