A/N: SO Sorry for the late update and RIP Cory Montieth. While I never was huge Finn fan, I was shocked when I found about his death and may we remember what a talented, kind and loving man Cory was. Again, sorry for the late update and I'll resume updating regularly :)

Chapter 6:: Now I've Seen the Light

Blaine stirred awake, the sleeping bag still safely enveloping him as he heard the loud crashes of the waves nearby. He frowned as he sat up, already confused as to why the sounds of the beach, nature and seagulls were much louder than they normally were.

Fear gripped his heart as he began to hyperventilate, taking many short breaths as the intimidating darkness of his vision didn't give him an answer about where he was now.

Then, he heard the soft yawn of a man beside him and the blind man gasped.

I've been kidnapped!

"Whoa, Blaine. Calm down, it's just me!" The faint whisper brought chills to his ears and Blaine panicked. The man knows my name!

"Where am I?! What's going on?!" The demanding tone in his voice made the other man's eyebrows shoot up. "I may be blind but I did take boxing lessons when I was in high school so I can still hurt you if you come any closer—"

"Blaine, it's me: Kurt! We're out on the beach camping together, remember?" The assistant attempted to calm the man down and all of a sudden, Blaine froze.

Kurt.

"Geez, I'm sorry! This is so embarrassing," Blaine flushed as he placed a hand over his forehead in humiliation, the memories of last night now flooding right back in. "I didn't mean—"

"S'okay," Kurt waved him off while standing up to gather his things, images of a hot, younger, sweaty Blaine sparring in a boxing ring suddenly attacking his brain. Checking his watch to see it's 10:15am to avoid any more visuals, he helped Blaine out of their tent and began putting the tent down whereas the pyjama-clad Blaine stood aside, his sleeping bag and belongings all packed and ready to go.

The chilly breeze in the air was a reminder of the fall season and Blaine began to realize that the novel needs to be finished in two months now—meaning that Kurt has to go by then.

He abruptly remembered something from last night: When he finally was able to 'see' Kurt by being allowed to touch his face. He could picture how all the tiny features his sensitive fingertips had roamed over would make up a gentle, understanding face—a face Blaine so desperately wants to see with his own eyes.

He also remembered how willing Kurt was when he asked him if he could feel his face, how his assistant's breaths grew more relaxed and soothing when Blaine's hands were on him and how he had this want to kiss him then and there.

Ugh, you're such a mess, Blaine! Falling harder and harder for a man who might not even like you back in the same way.

"Spill, Anderson. What did you two lovebirds do out there?" The teasing in Santana's voice made the blind man roll his eyes when he consumed a forkful of his delicious strawberry waffles.

"Shut up, Santana! Kurt could hear you," Blaine tensed, afraid that his assistant was still sitting in the dining room.

"Relax, your Romeo just headed upstairs to take a shower a few moments ago so it's just you and me here." The Latina smirked when the blind man sighed, quickly taking a seat beside him while he was still having breakfast. "Now tell me!"

"Nothing happened, okay?" Blaine bit his lip.

"Liar," Santana called him out, enjoying the blush that rapidly spread across his face. "C'mon, I came up with the idea of you two camping in the first place so the least you could do in return is tell me what really happened—"

"He allowed me to touch his face last night and for the first time ever, I thought I could, ya'know...see how Kurt looked like! I've been too shy to ask him if I could feel his face back then so when I finally was able to, it was a really intense moment for me..."

Santana smiled as she watched Blaine babble on about Kurt and she could see from his expression that he really likes Kurt. But all too soon, Blaine returned to eating his waffles and she knew that there was more.

"You're hiding something," she narrowed her eyes, Blaine shivering when he felt her suspicious gaze on him.

"Look, I told you everything already so—"

"Or I could just head upstairs and ask Kurt what really happened last night," she threatened and Blaine squeaked in shock.

"I almost kissed him!" He blurted out loudly, unable to keep it in any longer. "There! I said it. I almost kissed him last night while I was feeling his face and..." He looked down with a depressed sigh. "I couldn't do it."

Santana frowned, concern and worry in her tone. "Why? It's obvious that you two like each other so I don't see why—"

"I'm a monster, Santana!" He cried out all of a sudden, startling his best friend. "It's true. I don't deserve him, okay? I've been so cruel and cold to people throughout the years to the point that all I'm left with is my wealth and career! First, my parents died and my brother rarely talks to me nowadays. I just...I just feel so alone."

"You're not alone," she shifted forward to take his hand. "You've got me and Graham. And Kurt."

"Well, Kurt's leaving for New York in two months once we finish working." He mumbled absently.

"Then, what are you waiting for? Go get him and tell him how you feel!"

"I can't—"

"Yes, you can, Blaine!" She assured him.

The blind man placed a hand over Santana's. "I want to...but I can't. He deserves someone better."

"No, he deserves someone who will love him for who he is." She shook her head before standing up to take Blaine's dishes to the kitchen. "There's a difference, Blaine. And you can be that man for Kurt. Just think about it."

Blaine hated to admit it but Santana actually made a point. A very good point.

Jeremy Hunt quickly checked himself in the rear view mirror of his car to make sure he looked presentable just as he parked outside his boyfriend's beach house.

Ex-boyfriend, Jeremy. Blaine's not your boyfriend anymore, remember?

As he stepped out onto the gravelled driveway that would lead to the front door, he cursed at himself for taking so much time to find the perfect outfit to wear. Blaine's blind so why would he care about how you dress?

Ever since they broke up, Jeremy hadn't returned to visit Blaine at all and while he was still horrified that his ex-boyfriend had lost his sight. He just needed to come back to visit and make sure that he's okay. And who knows, maybe he'll take me back.

New York was where Jeremy belonged. Sure, the beach house here in Long Island was fantastic but he never felt at home here. He treasured the urban sounds back in the city and he remembered how the press always included him and Blaine in the magazines' society pages. He truly loved the attention although it greatly annoyed his then-boyfriend. For just being an author of several successful novels, Jeremy was stunned at the amount of media coverage of Blaine back before the accident happened. To be honest, Jeremy was grateful that Blaine broke up with him afterwards as his social life was in jeopardy. Even though he repeatedly denied it, he deeply was what you would call a gold digger.

He rang the doorbell and he heard shuffling footsteps nearing the door.

The moment the door opened, Santana's eyes bugged out when she saw the visitor. Surprise turned to confusion and immediately into suspicion.

"Jeremy," she breathed. "What are you doing here?"

The man cleared his throat, smiling smugly. "I'm here to see Blaine. You know, just check on how he's doing so far."

Santana narrowed her eyes, "Does Blaine know you're here to visit?"

"Nope," he crossed his arms. "It's a surprise visit and I just thought I should drop by."

She cocked an eyebrow, still not trusting him. "Fine, c'mon in."

For some reason, while Jeremy entered the house and passed her with a smirk, she remembered the day Kurt first arrived onto the house on his first day last month. The way Kurt's gentle smile and his greetings deeply contrasted from Jeremy's.

Oh fuck, why did I let this asshole in? She cursed as she watched Jeremy saunter across the lobby and into the living room without a word.

Kurt was astonished when Quinn called to tell him about Puck's relapse. He felt guilty that he wasn't there for them and in return, he really needed to ask Blaine if he could take a day off and visit New York tomorrow. He's been spending the last month working on the novel with him and falling heads over heels for him—

Oh keep it together, Kurt! Sure, he's handsome and kind and is such a gentleman around you...oh who am I kidding? He's hot!

His thoughts were rudely interrupted when Santana knocked on his bedroom door and he looked up with a curious expression.

"What's up?" He asked.

"Jeremy's here."

Why does that name sound familiar?

"Wait, Blaine's ex-boyfriend?"

She could only nod in silence. "Come, you get to finally see him in person."

Blaine froze when he heard the man's voice. And he stiffened even more when he felt a pair of lips pressed abruptly on his as if to announce his presence. Those could definitely never be Kurt's lips.

"How you holding up, Blaine?" The question shook him out of his reverie. He had just gone downstairs after taking a shower and when Santana told him that Jeremy was here, he worried that Kurt would misinterpret their meeting as getting back together. And Blaine didn't want to get back with Jeremy. After listening to Santana's words again in his head, he knew. He wanted to be with Kurt.

"I...I'm fine, I guess."

"Don't you get bored in this house?" Jeremy took a seat in the living room sofa while the blind man felt-reached for the sofa and sitting down as well. "I still don't get why you wouldn't want to stay in your Manhattan penthouse to recover since the incident."

"I love the peace and quiet here, that's why." Blaine muttered, silently wondering where Kurt is. Santana had told him that she was heading upstairs to get Kurt for him. "I started writing my book again," he offered.

"Oh, that means you're going on a nationwide book tour again?"

"Maybe," he shrugged. "I'm still on the fence with that."

All the while, Kurt and Santana were watching the two men talk from the kitchen and Kurt's jaw dropped at Jeremy's physical appearance. No wonder Blaine dated this guy. Jeremy clearly had been working out since his arms and chest were well-defined under the man's sweater and the man's chiselled facial features could practically rival those of male models in Abercrombie & Fitch.

"Okay, now take this tray, go over and give them their coffee and scones," Santana pointed at the tray beside them and Kurt frowned.

"Why do I have to do it?"

"Just do it," she sighed, picking the tray and handing it to a scowling Kurt.

Blaine heard approaching footsteps and he instantly recognized them as Kurt's, his nose even picking up his cologne.

"Hey, I just bringing you guys some coffee and scones," he handed a cup to Jeremy—ignoring his stunned expression—and he gently put another into Blaine's hand, his heart warming when Blaine smiled in gratitude.

"Thanks, Kurt." He whispered gratefully and when his assistant left the room, Jeremy's voice broke the silence.

"So that's the assistant you were talking about, huh?" He asked. "He's hot."

Blaine suddenly felt a sense of over protectiveness inside him and he did his best to act calm.

Back off, he's mine and mine only.

"His name's Kurt Hummel and he's helping me finish my novel. He's a secretary at MountCrest Publishing and he's hoping to get promoted to an editorial assistant someday."

"Kurt," Jeremy curled the name, liking its simplicity. "He's staying here with you?"

"Yup," Blaine nervously sipped his cup. "He's been a great joy to work with. He really gives helpful suggestions all the time and his input has really affected the novel so far."

"Hmmm," he said to himself. Getting Blaine back was harder that he thought. And by the way he talks about this Kurt, he could tell that Blaine likes him.

"You like him, don't you?" He questioned, stunning the novelist.

"Of course, why else would I allow him to stay here?" He tried to avoid the subject but Jeremy observed how the man bit his lip and he knew.

"Blaine..." He began.

"Ok, why are you here, J?" He blurted out. "Why visit all of a sudden?"

Busted. "I...I told you I just wanted to check up on you—"

"You're lying," Blaine challenged. The more he thought about it, the more he realized that Santana had been right all along. Why would Jeremy visit me today—7 whole months since the accident? "You never really cared about me, didn't you?"

"I—what? How could you say that—"

"You were only dating me for the fame and wealth, right?" Blaine pushed, dropping his cup on the table. "Tell me the truth, J!"

Jeremy shook his head nervously, "That's not true. Of course I care about you—"

"I should've listened to Santana all this time," Blaine grabbed hold of his cane and stood up defiantly. "You're just some gold digger who pretended to love me!"

"Gold digger? No, what I felt when I was with you then—that was real, okay? I'm not—"

"You never called or visited or contacted me at all since the accident!" Blaine cried out. "It never occurred to you that I needed you there when I was recovering?" He held up a shaky finger and Jeremy shook his head, his heart racing as Blaine was too close to the truth. "I WAS IN A FUCKING HOSPITAL FOR A MONTH AND YOU NEVER VISITED ME!"

"Blaine—"

"GET OUT!" Tears welled up in Blaine's blue eyes, his emotions all lost in a hurricane of despair and heartbreak. "GET OUT, YOU BASTARD!"

"Blaine, let's just talk about this—"

"There's nothing to talk about!" He yelled. "Santana, please show Jeremy out the door!"

Both Kurt and Santana had heard everything from the kitchen—they didn't mean to eavesdrop—and the woman sprang out to show him the way, Jeremy refusing stubbornly.

So Blaine does have feelings for me? Kurt thought.

"Fine! Push me out of your life then!" Jeremy gritted under his teeth and he allowed Santana to push out the front door. "Because I can only feel sorry for you now. Look at you, you're just a sad, blind little man who can't even fucking type on his computer to finish your book! You're nothing but a cripple, Blaine! And no one could ever love you!"

Hearing those words made Kurt freeze. They almost sounded like Karofsky...

Santana shut the door after hauling him out and she threatened to call the police if he ever came back but the damage was already done. Both she and Kurt turned to look at Blaine in sorrow and the man quickly walked up the stairs into his bedroom in silence.

"Blaine—" Kurt tried to follow him but Santana held him back.

"Don't, he needs his own space for now." She said, frozen as they heard nothing from upstairs. "Leave him alone for a while—"

"No, I have to talk to him." Kurt broke free and he ran up to Blaine's room, pausing when he realized that the door was unlocked. He'd never been inside and he was afraid that he shouldn't go in. But he shook his head and pushed in.

The sight before him made his heart stop. The room was a complete, utter mess. The bed was ruffled, blankets and pillows all carelessly in disarray; papers were disorganized across the bedside tables and desk; the hardwood floor was littered with used tissues, office supplies and other miscellaneous items. So this was the reason why Blaine never really allowed him in here.

As his eyes roamed across the incredibly untidy room, he gasped when he saw Blaine's cane lying silently on the floor and next to it was its owner, sitting restlessly by the foot of his bed amid sobs.

"Blaine," he breathed, slowly approaching the shaking figure with a cautious hand.

"Get away," he choked in his tears, still not looking up. "I'm nothing but a cripple—"

"Hey, you are not a cripple." Kurt defiantly said as he kneeled beside the blind man, afraid that touching him would scare him away. "That Jeremy asshole was just being a jerk."

"I thought he was the one for me," he whispered. "I guess I'm gonna be alone for the rest of my life..."

"Hey, you've got me. And Santana and Graham would never leave you behind. We care about you, Blaine."

"But you heard what Jeremy said! No one could ever love me because I'm just a sad, blind man who can't even—"

"That's absolutely not true," Kurt shook his head. "I don't think you're just that."

"Oh yeah?" Blaine scoffed.

"Well, in my eyes, I think that you're an amazing, talented, funny, dapper and handsome man, Blaine. And I..." Uh-oh, I shouldn't tell him how I feel yet— "I really care about you."

Good, that shouldn't sound too forward.

"You do?"

When Blaine cocked his head in curiosity, still sniffing as the last of his tears drained out, Kurt couldn't hold it in anymore. He needed to tell him how he felt. How his heart always raced when he saw him. How he gets goosebumps every time Blaine smiled. How his mind went wild when he saw just how attractive Blaine really was.

He couldn't pretend anymore. Day by day, he grew more powerless under Blaine's presence and Kurt knew that he would explode if he didn't do anything about it.

"Yeah," Kurt smiled, placing a gentle hand over Blaine's, watching him as he shed a couple more tears. "And I...I-I just..."

And at that moment, Kurt leaned forward and captured Blaine's lips in a heated yet gentle kiss.

A/N: So yeah that happened...Who am I kidding? They kissed! Plus Kurt, Blaine and Santana are visiting Manhattan next chapter (we'll finally get to see Blaine's penthouse and what happenes with our dear Klaine). Let me know what you think and once again, RIP Cory!