A/N: Thanks for the favourites and many, many alerts! I'm writing in Blaine's POV again. I think this story will actually mostly be in Blaine's POV. But, I'll have at least a couple of Kurt's, and maybe some others. This chapter actually came out better than expected. It's a little short, but I did update quite fast. Anyway, reviews are, well, great, and I always love ideas!
Disclaimer: I don't own glee or the characters or anything. They belong to Ryan Murphy and Fox. I do own my pen name, though, which I am pretty darn proud of.
Chapter III
Blaine POV
It has been 2 months since Kurt first actually went in and talked to me. We only seem to hang out in the music room after school, and I don't know too much about Kurt's friends. So, in a way, I guess I'm not even quite his friend yet, but I am completely satisfied with the small amount of company he brings.
"Kurt", I say, one day as we are sitting on the floor in the music room, talking.
"Yes?", he asks, sweeping the dust into a small pile with a slither of wood he found on the ground.
"You're in glee club and I was wondering...", I start but am not quite sure how to finish my sentence.
"Go on", Kurt says.
"Do you sing?", I ask, immediately after thinking it was a stupid question.
"Yes, yes I do sing. But what an interesting question that is, Blaine!", Kurt says, sarcastically.
"Counter-tenor?", I ask, solely off instincts.
"Actually, yes", Kurt says, "How would you know?"
"Eh, I guessed", I say, not very surprised I was right. It would be quite hard to imagine Kurt singing low.
"What? Is it because of my voice being so high-pitched?" Kurt asks, a little insulted.
"No!", I say quickly and truthfully. But, I make sure to put it into my head that Kurt's voice is a little bit on the high-side, "That's awesome, I haven't met many true counter-tenors."
"Yeah, I guess they're pretty rare", Kurt says.
"Well, will you sing for me?", I ask, "You talk about singing in glee all the time, but I've never actually heard you." If Kurt said yes, I deep inside knew that I wouldn't be able to hear him anyway, but I just really wanted to at least see him sing.
Kurt pauses. "Sure, why not?", he says. He walks over to the piano and I sit next to him on the bench. He half-smiles at me before playing a tune on the piano. I watch his mouth and the keys on the piano played and almost instantly recognize the song. I've listened to the Beatles a lot before I lost my hearing.
Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
I clap at the end. "That was amazing", I say, even though I didn't really hear it. It did look amazing, though. Kurt mutters a "thank you".
I find an odd surge of courage and say, "Kurt, I need to- admit something."
Kurt seems a little lost, but then says, "Okay."
"Ican'thearanything", I mumble.
"Huh?", Kurt asks.
"Nothing", I say, realizing that I have lost my courage once more.
Kurt must have noticed the repetitive failed attempts at me admitting something and says, looking kindly into my eyes: "You can tell me anything."
"You won't tell anyone else, right?", I ask cautiously.
"Of course not", Kurt says.
I take a deep breath and say, a little bit quietly, "I can't hear anything."
"You can't... hear anything?", Kurt asks, a little bit confused.
"No, I can't", I say, looking shyly off to the side, "It's kind of like, being deaf, but it isn't"
"It's kind of like being deaf but it isn't?", Kurt asks, a small smile playing at his lips, "Blaine, what are you trying to get at here?"
"Well, I guess you can say that... I am deaf but... if I said exactly that, it would mean that I would never hear again", I say, sadly.
"You're... you're telling the truth?", Kurt asks, concerned.
I nod shakily, on the verge of tears. Kurt seems a little shocked for a moment, but then recovers himself and looks at me lamentably.
"Aw, Blaine", Kurt says, wrapping his arms around me in a hug, "It's okay." I let a few tears fall while out of Kurt's vision.
"But, how can you-", Kurt starts. I know what he's asking even though I can't see his lips.
"I can remember what the piano sounds like", I answer before he can finish the sentence, then continue to watch his face if he asks another question.
"But also, how can you-", Kurt starts again.
"I can read lips", I answer again and before Kurt can ask another question, I say, "No, I didn't hear you singing, but I imagined you must be really great." Kurt seems to notice that my eyes are watery and pulls me back into a hug, continually going, "Shh, shh, It's okay."
"No, it's not", I eventually say, pulling back a little again so I can see his face.
"And I'm wrong about that whole stupid "not being deaf" thing, aren't I? Why am I saying that I'm not deaf when the doctor clearly stated I am? I'll never get my hearing back, it's hopeless. And I know that." I don't expect Kurt to disagree with that, as all that I just said was completely factual, but can't help feeling a pang of sorrow when he doesn't respond.