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Part two.

Blaine inhaled deeply, shifting in the uncomfortable chair. He was terrified, petrified of what the doctor would tell him when he went into the examination room. Terrified that he be told that he would never see again, or that his eye was infected, that something horrible had happened.

Kurt put his hand on Blaine's thigh, making him look up. "You'll be fine, Blaine." He told him, putting his other arm around Blaine's shoulder.

He smiled weakly, looking into the older boy's eyes. The area around his aquamarine eyes were puffy and red rimmed, a sign Blaine knew meant that he had been crying at some point. "How do you know, Kurt?" He whispered, his voice cracking towards the end of the sentence.

Kurt stayed quiet.

Blaine closed his eye, trying to hold back the tears. He wasn't ready, he was more nervous than he was before surgery. This was it. An appointment, the first time he would be able to ask about his sight, about the questions that plagued his mind every moment he was awake.

"Blaine Anderson?"

Blaine opened his eye and looked up. His heart pounded as he looked at the young nurse who called him. He was being called back, this was it.

He grabbed Kurt's arm while he stood up, trying to steady himself. The lack of sight causing him to be off balance. "Thank you.." he murmured, looking down at the ground, embarrassed that he needed help with simple things like standing.

Kurt pulled him into a hug. "Hey," he whispered, pulling back and bending so he was in Blaine's path of vision, "you're going to be fine."

Blaine nodded slowly, not making eye contact with the other boy. "Yeah.." he whispered, grabbing his mother's hand and walking towards the nurse.

Blaine looked back at Kurt, who shot Blaine a smile as their eyes met. "Good luck."


Blaine sat in chair that reminded him a lot of the ones at the dentist office. His fingers and legs twitched from anxiety, from the worry that seemed to build up the more time he spent in this office.

The nurse smiled at him. "Hi Blaine," she said, turning away from the desk to face him, "I'm going to ask you a few questions. Okay?"

Blaine nodded, trying to still his fidgeting fingers. "Okay."

She turned to the computer. "Can you tell me what happened?" She asked, turning her head so she was looking at him.

Blaine bit his lip. Every time he told this story he cried, it was still such a scary thing to him. He was injured, his eye was injured. "Umm..." he looked at his mom, silently pleading she would tell it, because he couldn't.

Blaine breathed in relief when his mother got the message and retold the story. He blocked out most of it, but he couldn't help but notice the icy tone in her voice as she told the nurse that it had been an assault.

Blaine kept his gaze on the ground. How had it come to this? One second he was at Lima Bean awkwardly laughing with Sebastian, the next he's being rushed to the hospital sobbing and screaming from the sheer feeling of fire in his eye. What had happened?

When he looked up the nurse was gazing at him sympathetically. "On as scale of one to ten, how would you rate your pain?"

Blaine bit his lip again. How do you rate fire? Throbbing? How do you rate the pain that had caused unending tears. "A seven? Maybe an eight?" He whispered, worrying that if he spoke any louder his voice would crack and he would break down. The numbers sounded wrong, they sounded like they needed to be bigger, but a nine and ten sounded too extreme, too serious.

She nodded again as her fingers clicked against the keys. "How would you describe the pain?"

He ran a hand through his tangled curls, wishing they were gelled down, but he hadn't been allowed to shower since the incident. "Fire. It burns, but it also throbs and stabs." He told her, watching as she typed what he had said.

She stood up and walked towards him, grabbing a few things on the way. "Here," she said, handing him a rectangular shaped piece of plastic with two large holes and a flap to cover one of the holes at a time. It was covering the right hole. "tell me what you see."

Blaine looked through it, looking at the eye chart. It looked normal, he could see pretty far down. "D, E, F, P, O, T, E, C." He read, hoping he got them right.

The nurse nodded. "Okay." She told him, then flipped it. "Now what do you see?"

Blaine bit his lip and held back a sob. It was dark, like his eye lid was still shut, but he knew it was open as much as possible. "I can't see anything." He said, moving his eyes back and forth, desperately trying to get some sight from the uncovered eye. But he was faced with darkness.

Blaine sat in shock as the nurse did a few more things, but he didn't care. He couldn't see, what would this mean for his music career? He played piano and guitar, how would he be able to play if he only had half of his sight?

The nurse left the room, saying she'd be back in a minute with the doctor.

Blaine looked up, locking his eye with his mother's. "Mama, I can't see." He whimpered, tears budding in his eyes.

She looked at him sadly. "Its alright, baby." She soothed, reaching over and grabbing his hand.

Blaine nodded slowly, more to try to reassure himself than agree with her. How could he? It was his eye, his sight. It was gone.


Thanks for reading, I hope you liked it! :)

Also, a special thanks to my beta/alpha Wild Birdie! (And her former English teacher who helped when we had no idea what to do with a sentence.)