A/N: Happy New Year! I'm so grateful for all the reviewing/favouriting/following! It's nice to see that you guys are still supporting this and I still have several more important storylines to write for this story. Some of you are asking if Rachel and the gang will meet Blaine and Santana or if Blaine will have surgery so he could finally see Kurt. We'll see about that ;)

Chapter 13:: Say Something

Two days have passed since Kurt Hummel confessed to Blaine Anderson about what happened back at McKinley and with only four days left till they have to submit the completed novel to Graham, the two were scrambling to finish the last few pages. But the blind man knew that his lover was still hurting because the happy go-lucky chipper that was Kurt had now become a much more quiet and reserved.

And that worried him.

Choosing to leave the subject alone for now, Blaine focused on working on the novel with Kurt in the study for the day. They had comically argued whether to leave it at a happy ending or with a cliffhanger that would lead into the next book. The sight-impaired man briefly wondered if Kurt would help work on that novel too in the future but at the same time, he was glad he was able to bring Kurt out of his bout of dejection as they joked and sometimes took breaks and also sneak some kisses just for the fun of it.

It was already approaching sunset when they decided to call it a day and Kurt immediately retired to his own bedroom—it's been abandoned for the past few days since Kurt has been sharing a bed with Blaine in his respective room instead. Santana had also noticed the sudden change in Kurt's behaviour and she pulled Blaine aside into the dining table.

"What did you do?" She narrowed her eyes, suspicious.

"Wh-what are you talking about?" Blaine was taken aback, surprised by her accusatory tone.

"Oh don't play dumb with me, hobbit! It's obvious that something's wrong with Kurt and since I didn't do anything bad—aside from accidentally burning his toast this morning—the only other person here to blame is you. So what did you do?"

"I didn't do anything wrong, okay?" He defended himself, clenching around his cane harshly. "You know I would never do anything to hurt Night Sky—"

"Night Sky?" Santana frowned in confusion before realization hit her like a freight train. She crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow, "You call Kurt 'Night Sky'? Really, Blaine?"

"Don't judge me, it just came out nowhere." The man huffed childishly, self-consciously brushing a curl back over his tan forehead. His expression morphed into a concerned one when he heard Santana cough all of a sudden. "Oh my gosh, what's wrong? Are you—"

"I'm fine," she placed a hand over her mouth to block her coughing fit. "I just have a piece of corny stuck in my throat."

"Santana!" Blaine gritted under his teeth. "I swear to God, I'll fire you—"

"You wouldn't dare, you love me." She grinned, watching the blind man sigh in resignation. "But back to the problem here, you need to get in there and talk to Kur—I mean, Night Sky."

Her chuckling made his blood boil. "Fine, I'll talk to him. But I didn't do anything bad! He's everything to me—"

"Yeah yeah, save all the cheesy romantics for him—"

"Ok ok, I'll go!"

Shaking her head, she watched him venture towards Kurt's guest bedroom and she could only hope that everything was okay between you two. She would really hate to see Blaine fall back into the dark days where he was alone and damaged after the accident. If Kurt left him, Santana wouldn't know how to help fix and bring him back up as she barely couldn't handle seeing Blaine so low before.

The thought terrified her.

David Karofsky leaned in and unzipped his fly; Kurt whimpering into the ground, looking up in horror.

"SHUT UP, FAGGOT!"

"No, stop! PLEASE!"

The sounds of a door opening and a loud gasp made the two turn to see Coach Beiste staring at them in shock. "What the—"

"Kurt?"

The foreign voice brought him back to the present and he swerved around to see his blind lover standing at his door, a worried expression on his handsome features.

Sitting by his bedside, Kurt quickly wiped the tears off his face with his bare hands and inhaled deeply, trying to cover up his state of despair but Blaine, courtesy of his hypersensitive sense of hearing, was heartbroken at how Kurt was hiding this from him.

"Honey, where are you?" Blaine bit his lip, daring to move forward until his cane touched the bedside and he heard Kurt hiccup. "Hey, I'm right here—"

"Leave me alone, Blaine." He cleared his throat. "I already helped you with the book for the day so please give me some privacy..."

Following the sound of his voice, Blaine cautiously sat down on the soft duvet and he reached a hand out to beckon Kurt to come closer, "Kurt—"

"Just go."

"Kurt, this isn't going to get better if you keep it all in and hide yourself away in a corner. I care deeply about you and I hate knowing that there's only so much I can do to help."

"Well, you can help by leaving and closing the door behind you—"

"No," he declared firmly. "I'm not going anywhere until we talk about this. I thought everything was getting better after you told everything but—"

"Just get out, I know this is your house and you're technically my superior but I just want you to leave me alone—"

"Well, I'm also your boyfriend, Kurt!" Blaine cut in before whispering. "You don't want me to leave; I know you don't want me to go."

"I'm asking you to leave so yes, I want you to go!"

"I'm not going anywhere, okay?!" Blaine clenched his fists. "Now please talk to me. Let me help you. Let me in."

Kurt defiantly stood up, glaring at how Blaine still doesn't listen. "I don't want—"

"You're pushing me away because you're afraid. You're pushing me away because you're not used to having a man love you and do anything for you." He replies vulnerably, voice shaky as he continued. "I get that you've been hurt by men before but what matters is I'm here now. The last thing I want is to feel helpless around you whenever you're troubled and I want to be there for you. I've been nothing but honest, loving and supportive of you and all I ask is for you to let me in."

"Blaine, please." Kurt's voice was now broken and it killed him. But the blind man chose to stand up and he gently beckoned for Kurt to come to him, the countertenor still afraid of surrendering.

"I may be blind, Kurt, but I still know when you really need me by your side." He whispered. "I know you're still hurting but I know what it's like when nobody is there to catch you when you're down. I may not see but I can feel. I pushed everyone out of my life because I let my career and wealth get to me and I paid the price with my eyesight. But I learned the hard lesson to not block everyone out. So please, talk to me."

Kurt's lips trembled, heart beating loudly as the image of Karofsky vanished slowly, his sight now replaced by the view of a desperate, tearful Blaine in front of him, arms still inviting him to come to him.

This isn't Karofsky, Kurt. This is Blaine, a man who truly loves you for who you are and he would never hurt you like that.

"I'm scared," he confessed amidst sobs as he walked into Blaine's embrace, relishing in his warmth and security. "I'm so scared, Blaine—"

"Don't be, it's my job to keep you safe." the blind man stumbled over his words as he held Kurt, rocking him soothingly. "Let me help you like the way you helped me."

Kurt leans into Blaine's touch, humming with a bare smile as the man's stubble tickled his skin while Blaine looked blindly down, aching as he couldn't look him in the eye. "It's okay you can't see, I'm right here." Kurt became lost in his wintry blue eyes and he cupped his cheeks, closing his eyes as he rested his forehead against his. "I love you."

Blaine broke into a teary smile, "I love you too, Angel." Gathering him in, he surged forward and captured him in a languid kiss.

Kurt no longer appeared as afraid or nervous in the following days and as the deadline for the book's submission loomed over them, he got back into completing the novel with his partner-in-crime, savouring every moment left as they literally completed a chapter in their relationship together. The book was what brought Kurt into Blaine's doorstep in the first place and so, being the sensitive one, Kurt thought it was bittersweet to see it go.

As he sipped at his coffee while they both sat in the study again, Kurt was greeted with the sight of Blaine, his natural mess of curls lying silently and unrestricted atop his head, sporting a simple grey NYU T-shirt and yoga pants. He wonders how Blaine, a possessive lover who initiates intense makeout sessions could turn so quickly into this adorable, dorky man who wakes him up with cuddles.

"Oh my God," the countertenor gasped, rousing the blind man to sit up in alarm.

"Wh-what's wrong?"

"It's just that...we did it! We finally finished the book. Although I don't agree that Andrew should be killed in the very last page as a cliffhanger, we did it! Blaine, after over three months, we finally completed this monster!"

He laughed lightly, "So I'll ask Santana to send it all to Graham so it can be edited—"

"No, I can just send everything via email to him from here." He tapped softly on the laptop where he'd been typing the book's very words all this time.

"Ah, the beauty of technology." Blaine smiled and once Kurt said he'd sent the entire thing to Graham, he felt-reached out for his hand. "Thank you."

"Blaine, it's just sending an email. A very long email at that but still—"

"No, thank you for everything. You've helped me finish the one book I thought I never would've continued on."

Kurt blushed, "I was just doing my job. Besides, it's been the best three months of my working life. I got to meet one of my literary idols, I stayed at a beautiful beach house and now I'm here at a Manhattan penthouse apartment but most of all...I fell in love in you."

"Well, without you, this book would've never been completed." Blaine's face lit up. "Without you, I'd never be able to get back on my feet. God, I don't even want to think how things would be so different if you hadn't walked into my doorstep that day—"

"Hey, what matters is that you're not that person anymore. I've watched you grow and change into the man I see now."

Clutching at his hand deeply, he swallowed. "Let's celebrate. Let's go down to a restaurant tonight in honour of finishing the book together and the two of us moving on from the past."

Kurt's smile grew from ear-to-ear. "I'd love that."

Blaine was late. And Kurt, already dressed up for the night, was anxiously waiting for them to come down so that they could have dinner outside to celebrate. Peering down at his wristwatch, he was about to call out his name once more when Santana stepped out of Blaine's bedroom in a simple red dress with heels in an apologetic smile. She was helping to dress Blaine up and before long, the man himself emerged from his room.

"Holy Martha Ellen Oprah..." Kurt's jaw dropped when the blind man walked towards his direction, a nervous smile on his face. "Blaine—"

"Sorry for taking so long," he bit his lip, looking chipper and excited as he looked devastatingly handsome in his tweed blazer. He reached-pulled Kurt in for a sweet, forgiveness-inducing kiss and when they part, Kurt melts. Blaine's blue eyes never ceased to haunt him and when Santana crossed over to push the elevator button, they were at ground level before they knew it.

It was confirmed that the novel's launch party slash dinner, that would invite many literary enthusiasts and notable New Yorkers down to celebrate Blaine's books and his contributions to the literary world, is going to happen this weekend and Kurt was shocked when the novelist finally told him everything.

"Is this a formal event? Or a casual thing only?" He stuttered, still awestruck at his boyfriend's dapperness.

"I'd say semi-formal but don't get your hopes up, not many people would be coming anyway." Blaine shrugged, nonchalantly drumming his fingers over the table as they sat in the Italian restaurant together.

"Blaine, you're a great writer. Why are you always bringing yourself down when you know you've moved on from the person you were back in the day?" Santana pushed, lightly shaking her apple martini as the three continued conversing.

"Remember how you had to be there for me after I'd visited Graham and MountCrest that one day? The people still know me as the monster I once was. I guess I'm having trouble believing I've changed—"

"You have," Kurt reached over to take his hand. "Trust me, okay?"

Blaine couldn't help but sigh, "Kurt, there's a question I've been meaning to ask you."

"Oh?"

"Don't feel obligated but...would you do me the honour of being my plus-one for the dinner event?"

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"Yes," Kurt breathed, nodding fervently while Blaine grinned in excitement. "Yes, I'd love to be your plus-one!"

"Somehow I have this feeling that you're more than excited about this night. Is it because you get to wear the fancier clothes you've always boasted about?"

"Shut up," he hit in the arm playfully. "I already have the perfect outfit in mind. I have this amazing dark blue blazer and I could pair that with a cute black bowtie. Ooh, I need to colour-coordinate it all with a pocket square—"

"I'm blind, remember?" Blaine pointed at his eyes, Kurt waving him off. "I won't be able to see how gorgeous you'd be then so you can go all out. But hey, I think I need someone to help style me and choose what I should wear for the dinner as well—"

"You'll be wearing a beige suit with a grey sleek tie with black loafers and Ray Ban shades to stylishly cover your eyes," Kurt hummed.

"And that's why I love you so much." Blaine laughed, reaching his hand up to plant a kiss on him.

"Oh dear lord, you guys are just so sappy." Santana rolled her eyes good-naturedly, these two have watched far too may romantic comedies. "But in the spirit of celebrating, I'm just happy you guys are happy."

Kurt looked over at Blaine and frowned when he looked unsettled but he immediately put up an unconvincing smile, leaving Kurt wondering what was wrong.

"Something's bothering you," Kurt muttered when he slipped into their bed, Blaine sighing in exhaustion as he prepared for sleep beside him "You looked nervous at dinner—"

"It's not supposed to be like this," Blaine ran a hand through his curls. "Why is everything so complicated? I'm supposed to look at you and admire your clothes, your features, your eyes...I'm supposed to see you."

"I told you a long time ago, it doesn't bother me." Kurt shuffled closer, both now tucked in with their backs against the headboard behind after he'd closed the lamps. "Where is this coming from?"

"I just felt somewhat disconnected from you guys at dinner...I-I used to wonder about what we have now when I was a kid. About how I get to fall in love with the one man who'd see me both inside and out, every night cuddling and looking at each other's eyes, to be able to see how lucky I am. Instead, I'm stuck in this dark prison where you seem to be okay with being in with me." He ducked slowly. "I don't know if I can keep up with this charade of being fine with being a blind boyfriend—"

"Blaine—"

"God, I'd do anything to see you even if it's just for a mere second. Why is this happening? Why can't I be the man you deserve?"

"We've both had our hearts kicked and our lives turned around in the past, I get that." Kurt breathed, trying to calm him down. "And Blaine, you have to stop worrying about your insecurities. I think you're spending a lot of time worrying that you forget how to live. Even in the darkness, you found me. And I found you. You fell for me because of how I am on the inside and I've never felt this way about someone before."

"I'm scared," he confessed, echoing Kurt's earlier words about Karofsky. "I just—"

"You helped me move on from what happened at my high school. Well, now it's my turn to help you." Kurt sat up, pressing his forehead against Blaine's. "Give me your hands," he whispered, closing his eyes to experience how Blaine's vision was then. Blaine heeded his demand, placing them on his cheeks and holding Kurt's face, feeling his soft skin in his fingers. "You feel that?"

Suddenly, Blaine's other senses were overwhelmed: in his dark vision, he listened to his gentle breathing, smelled his signature cologne, slowly skimmed his fingers across Kurt's features, appreciating their close proximity, cherishing how Kurt's fair skin differed from his own stubble and almost imagining his own heartbeat.

"Night Sky," he shakily mumbled.

"How about this?" Kurt cautiously leaned in, kissing him slowly as if Blaine was fragile. Lights unexpectedly popped in Blaine's vision—something he never witnessed before, overwhelming him, his brain in overdrive, heart racing.

He was surrounded by Kurt.

Pulling back, Kurt wrapped his arms around him lovingly, Blaine's eyes daring a tear to escape. "Don't feel nervous when we go to that dinner event this Saturday night, okay? I'm here now."

"Thank you, Kurt." Blaine smiled, sniffing. "Thank you."

The warmth of their bodies never went away when they snuggled together, sleep overtaking them. Right before he resigned, Blaine couldn't help but wonder where those little lights came from when Kurt kissed him. But he let it go when he felt Kurt shift closer to him under the duvet, a grateful smile on his face.

A/N: Novel's launch party, Rachel and the gang meeting Blaine, and Klaine doing something dramatic together up next :O Let me know what you think!