Hey guys! Sorry its been a while. It's been a little hectic because of finnals at school this week, but I got the day off today because SOMEONE (me) went to go see the midnight showing of The Hobbit last night. It was epic, and I am glad to say that I stayed up till 3 am watching it and didn't fall asleep once...

This is from Blaine's POV, and i hope you like it. I havent recieved many reviews on this story, which is making me sad. I don't know if you guys like it or not, and I don't know if I should bother continuing. But if you like this story check out my other one. Let me hear you whisper. Its about Cold!Blaine and Mute!Kurt. I'm having a disabilities phase. Review, read, enjoy, and follow me on tumblr at myparentswouldfacepalm. tumblr. com. I take requests for stories, and write them for you. Just message me your idea, I'll write it out, and send you the link :3


I visibly flinched when i slammed the door A little too hard. I could hear him. God I could still see him. His unseeing eyes well up in tears as he reached frantically for his walking stick. Reaching his blind arms out to find someone, anyone to help him. You could have helped him. I said to myself. Instead of being such an asshole. I sighed as I quickly stripped myself of clothes, and walked to the closet trying to pick out an outfit for the day. I reached my arm out for a black t-shirt, and began pulling it over my head. I stopped when I heard the dorm door open.

Be. Very. Quite. I told myself as I stood their and watched Kurt. The only time i thanked god that he couldn't see me in nothing but a t shirt. But it broke my heart to see his face stained with tears. I stopped for a second and listened for anyone in the room. I swear the way he cocked his head to the side to pick up on the smallest noise, made me stop breathing. He eventully decided that he was alone, and pulled the harness off of his dog, and put her In her... Dog kennal? Were did that come from? I think Kurt had named the dog, Cat. Cat whimpered in protest as Kurt shushed him, and shut the door.

I didn't know what to do. I just stood their watching kurt in awe as he flowed about the room. Side stepping baskets of clothes, and other random things, but his head stayed still, and his eyes forward, and unseeing. He reached the closet that we shared, and reached inside to pull out a duffle bag.

Oh my god. What was he doing? Was he running away. As quitely as I could I stepped into my wardrobe, and shut the door. Leaving it open a little bit to be able to see Kurt as He began shoving clothes into the bag, along with shampoo, and lotions, and body washes. Where was he going? it took me a little bit to remember that today was friday, and a large majority of the students went home on fridays. I was relieved, and dissapointed that He was leaving. Sure I wouldn't have to listen to him get up, and shuffle around the room clicking his tongue trying to get around in the middle of the night. Or listen to his horrible show tunes. Or that annoying humming he did while he read his brail text books.

But I would miss him. A slight sniffle pulled me back into my consoisness. Kurt was crying. He was hunched over a desk. His arms supporting him as tears began falling onto the desk. That was it for me, as I moved to open the wardrobe door to comfort him. Tell him he was special. That I did like him, and I didn't mean it, but a knock on the door forced me to retreat back into the wardrobe. Kurt whipped his eyes with the back of his hands and opened the door.

"Hello?" He asked once it was open. A boy stood their clad in a leather jacket, with a mohawk, and A guitar strap around his chest.

"KURT!" He yelled engolfing Kurt in a bear hug. Kurt laughed, and I was instantly jealous. Who the fuck was this? "Puck!" He laughed punching the boys arm lightly. Puck set him down and looked at his face.

"Kurt... have you been crying? Whats wrong? Do I need to kill someone?" I scoffed lightly, and Kurt immediatly turned in my direction. His eyes narrowing.

"Kurt?" Kurt turned back to the boy, and told him in was nothing. Puck smiled lightly, and moved past him, and into our room. "Nice set up you got in here!" Puck said looking around. "Got a roommate?" Kurt nodded. "OOhhh is he cute? Get any yet hummel?" He asked. Kurt immediatly blushed, and shook his head.

"He... he doesn't like me." Kurt said. "In fact I'm pretty sure he hates me." I almost growled in frustraion. After a short conversation, Puck began picking up Kurt's bags, and taking them out the door. Kurt sighed, garbbed Cat's harness, and left the room.

I finnaly burst out of the closet. (The irony) and stood in place for a second.

Well... What now?

Hey guys. Sorry for such a short chapter. It was more of a reassurance that I haven't forgotten about you guys. I've been pretty busy with my story requests on tumblr. And I don't get a lot of reviews from this story anyway, but I'll try and finish soon. If you can give me plot ideas I will grant you one wish!