A/N: SO SORRY for not updating on Friday, I was volunteering for school then so I delayed it all:( Almost 250 followers and 150 reviews?! You Klainers have been asking if Blaine will ever get surgery: we shall see about that *pun intended*...
Chapter 16:: New York City Serenade
Kurt regained consciousness gradually the next morning, becoming aware of his surroundings one facet at a time, squinting when the sunrays shone against his tired eyes. Blinking, he slowly shifted under the sheets and suddenly appreciate the soft tenderness of his bed but something felt different this time. He glanced down at himself and almost gasped when he saw he was naked. That was when he realized why this morning stood out from the rest. There was a pair of tan arms enveloping his lean bare body, his eyes followed the trail of familiar skin up to the man's face, serene with slumber, only inches from his face.
Blaine. Memories immediately hit him like a freight train: being shocked to find that so many people came to Blaine's tribute event last night, Graham honouring him with a great speech and banquet, seeing Rachel and the gang all dressed up to the nines, wondering why Santana suddenly ran off with Brittany as if those two had known each other prior, always staying by Blaine's side the entire night, going back home here with him...and making love with him. So much had happened last night and by the indication of how rustled the sheets over their nude bodies are, how their formal clothes were simply lying albeit crumpled all over the room floor...
Being here with Blaine, it was just so perfect.
That was when he also remembered his boss, Graham telling him that he should start working back at the MountCrest Publishing building tomorrow as the secretary he's always been for years. Goodness, how he wished to get a promotion. It also made him realize that everything's going back to the way it was before he'd met Blaine—but only this time, he's returning with a sweet, gentle, humble and secretly sexy yet blind boyfriend. Because he's no longer working for Blaine on the novel, Kurt knew he would have to return to the old, familiar and sometimes annoying co-workers he used to work with back in the day.
Things are changing and so, Kurt cautiously got up, blushing when Blaine groaned like a little child upon losing Kurt's warmth in his embrace. He quickly stuffed a pillow into his boyfriend's arms and the man seemed content as he quickly hugged it tightly with a sigh, knowing that Kurt's scent was all over it. Picking up their crumpled clothes from the ground and folding and putting them aside, he grabbed a simple pair of pyjamas and slippers and walked out, only after looking back at his bed to see how calm and adorable Blaine looked in his bed.
You're stuck with me now, Anderson. He thought as he made his way over to the kitchen where he almost received a heart attack when Rachel, clad in her signature pyjamas too, popped up, grinning with two mugs of hot coffee.
"Rachel, that was unnecessary." He breathed, accepting the offered mug. "Where's Brittany?"
"Oh don't act like nothing special happened last night, you and that saucy blind author spent the night here and as your best friend, I need to know the details! I arrived around an hour here after you just so you know. But to answer your question, Brit hasn't come home since last night—she probably stayed over at a friend's..."
Santana.
"Let's just say we had a very pleasurable night," Kurt half-joked, sipping. "But what happens with me and Blaine...stays between me and Blaine."
She stepped forward. "What?! You're not even gonna tell me anything—"
"Rachel, it's only ten-twenty in the morning, how are you always so chipper and over-excited? Geez..."
"I'm guessing he's still sleeping in there," she faced Kurt's closed bedroom door, the countertenor following her point and suddenly hit with the memory of how he and Blaine had roughly shut the door on their way to the bed last night.
"Yeah, it was a long night so I figured I let him sleep in a little more. I'm about to make him some waffles for breakfast cuz I know that's his favourite in the morning...why are you grinning at me like that? Berry, don't make burn your Wicked poster!"
"I'm sorry! It's just...I haven't seen you this happy in a long while and it's just nice to see you finally found your Mr. Right." She exclaimed, beginning to help Kurt with the waffle-making, chuckling when Kurt's cheeks grew rosy red. "So what's gonna happen now?"
"What do you mean?" Kurt frowned, pulling out some whip cream while pouring a mixture into the waffle iron.
"I mean with you and Blaine...you start work at MountCrest tomorrow and you made him spend the night with you here last night. Are you going to officially move in with him in his apparently luxurious penthouse I've been hearing so much about? Are you two still staying as an item? You two getting married? Throw in some kids down the line?"
"What the hell, Rachel?! We are not getting married!" He quickly fell into a hushed tone when he guiltily looked back at his bedroom door, hoping his loud voice hadn't woke his lover up by accident. Great, now Rachel's got me thinking about me and Blaine having a romantic, blissful wedding and Gaga, he'd look so handsome in a tux... Oh wait, focus on the present, Hummel! "We're still figuring it all out...and I don't know, he might ask me to move in but one thing's for sure, we're still staying as a couple. He previously was worried I was gonna leave him after we'd finish the novel together but I assured him that I won't leave him."
They then fell into a comfortable silence after Rachel nodded in understanding, both watching the waffle iron heat up, Kurt grabbing some strawberries in preparation. "So I'm guessing you're inviting Blaine over for Thanksgiving when we all fly back to Ohio? It's in a week, ya'know?"
"Oh shit!" Kurt gasped, having forgotten he'd promised his dad he would fly over and visit him and Carole for the holidays. Burt had wanted to meet Blaine the moment Kurt first told him about them. Oh goodness, he better not threaten Blaine with a baseball bat should he ever hurt Kurt in the future... "Yeah, I promised Dad I'd bring Blaine with me over for Thanksgiving. You're coming back with us as well, right?"
"Yeah," she muttered. "Plus, I do get to check how Finn is doing. Ever since we broke up last summer, it's been pretty hard not speaking with him at all."
"Rachel, you broke it off because you couldn't handle the long-distance. Finn couldn't handle the city's hustle-and-bustle so he stayed so are you sure it's a good idea to meet him again next week?"
"I don't know, we'll just have to wait and see. Oh waffles are ready, go bring'em to your luvah—"
"Did you just call Blaine my 'luvah'?" He laughed, putting the finishing touches on the meal, having already poured a glass of orange juice too. Rachel could only wink.
The countertenor watched with an enthralling smile as he entered his bedroom, tray with breakfast at hand, his eyes welcoming the endearing sight of his lover sitting up in bed, his hair all curly and natural after all the lovemaking and the long night. The way Blaine felt insecure and almost a bit lost slightly broke his smile and he realized that Blaine, due to his lack of sight, probably was having a hard time being alone in the morning and not knowing where he could go without him by his side.
"K-Kurt, is that you? And why do I smell...waffles?"
"Hey, it's me. I'm here now, sorry for leaving you alone here. I went up to make you some breakfast—"
A grateful smile spread across his face, accenting his stubble, he felt Kurt sit right beside him as the bed sunk slightly and sensed a tray-like object carefully laid over his lap. Kurt froze when Blaine felt-reached out for his cheek with a gentle hand, caressing him softly before leaning in to plant a sweet kiss. "God, I love you." Blaine murmured, a flustered Kurt then helped cut the waffles up and began to slowly feed him, the man's appreciative moans reminding him of their nocturnal activities. "So last night..." the blind man began, swallowing.
"I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world," Kurt cut in, offering him the juice. "Thank you."
"For what? For making you moan so loudly and—"
"Well that too, but—" Kurt laughed, slightly turned on by Blaine's playful banter. "You didn't push me away even though my body's riddled with hideous scars all over. You made me feel so loved and treasured."
"Well, it's my job to love and treasure you, Night Sky." He breathed, placing a hand over his. "Last night was the best I've ever had because it was with someone I truly love and thank you for letting me stay over. I just hoped I didn't screw it all up because I can't see so—"
"Stop, you were perfect." He shook his head, lifting a forkful to his mouth. "And...I was the best you've ever had?"
"It just felt so right to connect and be so close with you. When I was with Jeremy, I never really felt the emotional aspect of sex, just purely the physical. But with you, Kurt...it was magical. That makes me want you so much more."
"You really want to? With me?" His insecurities crept in, slicing the meal.
"I'm always gonna want more of you, life would be tragic if you weren't there with me." Kurt's mind goes over-excited and his heart thumps louder than usual, forcing himself to bite back a girlish squeal as he looks up at the ceiling, melting and knowing that Blaine couldn't see how he'd just entered into fangirl-mode. "I never thought I'd fall for an angel like you," he continued. "I was so close to giving up altogether when you came into the picture. You never cease to amaze me, Hummel."
"You have no idea how hard I'm falling for you," Kurt confessed, abruptly, eating/feeding seemed so petty now. "Blaine—"
"I want you," his lover's declaration sealed the deal. "Kurt, I can't stop thinking about you."
Wide-eyed, stunned, he simply smirked, secretly blushing madly at Blaine's words. "I-I...uh—mmph!"
He was effectively silenced by Blaine's lips against his, framing Kurt's face with his hypersensitive hands, Kurt carefully setting the tray aside and leading the surprisingly-still-naked man with him towards the shower.
"Where were you last night?" Kurt suspiciously interrogated the woman before him, having brought Blaine (who was adorably clad in his own cloths form his apartment—Thank Gaga, we're almost the same size) back to his penthouse here by noon. He and Blaine had arrived home by eleven and were stunned to see that Santana hadn't yet returned since last night and since the last time Kurt remembered seeing her was when she was busily conversing with Brittany aside at the banquet. And they seemed awfully too close then...
"Oh, is it a crime for a confident, independent woman like me to just to spend the night with some friends here in the Big Apple?" Santana rolled her eyes, tidying the dining room after having a quick snack while Blaine was taking a nap. When Kurt continued to cross his arms, a raised eyebrow, she sighed. "Fine, one friend. In fact, a very old friend actually. You probably don't know her—"
"Let me guess, her name's Brittany Pierce, right?"
Her dumbfounded expression, a rarity itself, almost made him laugh. "Ho-how'd you know? What are you, the NSA?"
"Brit went to the same high school with me and my roommate back in Ohio and after losing contact with her during college, we accidentally encountered her here in New York while she was waitressing at some restaurant at 60th Street. We caught up, went out together and she recently asked to move into my old apartment while she's trying to get back on her feet. Waitressing's not exactly her dream job—"
"She wants to be a dance instructor at some local dance school, yeah." She cut in, mindblown. "What a small world. Well, to answer your question, I snuck with her to grab a bite at some cafe down the street, we decided to catch up then and we stayed the night at some decent hotel. Room service was nasty though—"
"Catch up? Hold up, you knew her before last night?"
"Okay, Sherlock Holmes, I don't tell this very often so treasure it, Hummel. I met Brit nine months ago and we started hanging out after I bumped into her while grabbing some coffee. She felt bad when I watched my coffee spill over the floor in public and she humbly moved to pay for another cup. That was when she awkwardly asked me out and from then on, we continued to see each other. But one month later, as you know...Blaine became a victim of gay bashing—"
"—and lost his sight," he breathed.
"And when I saw Blaine fall apart and break down upon hearing of his condition, I chose to move in with him at Long Island and become his personal housekeeper. So...I had to break it off with Brittany and I've never seen her since. Well, at least until last night..."
"You broke up with her just to be there for Blaine after the accident," he let the new information sink in, stunned. So, Blaine wasn't the only one alone and heartbroken after losing his eyesight...Santana also lost someone and she'd been harbouring this secret for eight months now. "Did you ever tell Blaine—"
"No, the subject never came up cuz Blaine was already going through a very dark time then and I was actually about to tell him I was dating someone when...it happened."
"I'm sorry, Santana. I didn't know," he stepped forward, halting when Santana gave him the touch-me-and-I-will-end-you look. Her emotional voice was surrounded by her thick, hard walls again.
"Whatever, it's all in the past and we began catching up last night and I actually am going to see her tomorrow night for dinner." She paused, "I didn't want to make Blaine feel guilty back then."
Wow, Blaine has no idea.
"Well, I'm happy for you two nevertheless. Oh, and speaking of tomorrow, I'm starting work again back at MountCrest."
Santana frowned, pursing her lips. "So...does that mean you're still staying over here or are you moving back to your old apartment?"
"I don't know, I guess for now I'm staying here but I'll have to talk to Blaine about that and—"
"Hold up, Hummel! Speaking of Blaine, where did you two go last night?"
Kurt froze. "Um...we sorta went back to my place and—"
"Wanky," she quirked an eyebrow, hand on hip. "So, between us two, as a blind man now, is Blaine still actually good in bed—"
"Ew, we're so not having this conversation right now." He tried to avoid the subject but Santana, being how she is, automatically snapped him into erotic images of Blaine once again.
"Jeez, St. Hummel, you're a grown man living in the city in the 21st century—"
He held up a defiant hand. "It was nice talking to you, Lopez."
"Likewise," she sarcastically grinned, parting ways.
Keeping secrets wasn't in his nature these days. And it hurt him like hell to keep this one especially from Kurt, having lied to him that he was taking a nap ten minutes ago. He'd always promised to be honest with him but this was a different affair—he wanted to surprise him at a more suitable time.
Probably over dinner or when we walk down Central Park? Hmmm—wait, focus, Blaine! You will cross that bridge when you get to it. But now, you have to handle this first.
He felt his sight-impaired-friendly smartphone in his hand, his anxiety now stacked up to the size of China but his excitement also flooding in. He had long been contemplating whether to make this call and he was afraid that it may never come. But now it has.
Because of Kurt...
As he had been extremely bitter, depressed and alone in the months right after the accident, he had profusely refused to receive eye surgery that could potentially make regain his sight again due to modern medical technologies but those words still continued to haunt him today. You're a monster, Blaine. No one could ever truly love you. You're nothing but a heartless, cold and judgmental asshole who got what you deserved. He didn't have a reason to go through the surgery because he felt worthless and he believed in those negative, horrible words his peers tossed at him. He didn't deserve to enjoy life anymore. He didn't deserve to see how he had stomped all over everyone else. He didn't deserve anything at all.
But that all changed when he met his angel down his dark road to recovery. And this being helped him realize that he could really change for the better. To be a new man.
To be the man Kurt deserves.
And now, due to recent events relationship-wise, Blaine felt that he finally found his reason to reconsider having the surgery.
Using his voice to activate a call on his smartphone, he shakily held it into his ear. His dark vision could be lightened again. He could live a new life with Kurt.
But most importantly, he needed to see his angel. He needed to admire his features, his soft skin, his perfectly coiffed hair, his apparently ocean-blue eyes that would most definitely melt him.
"This is the Manhattan Eye, Ear and Throat Hospital. I'm Wade Adams, you can call me Unique, how may I help you?"
Unique? What an odd name?
"H-hi, I'm Blaine Anderson and I'd like to schedule an appointment with Dr. Marley Rose for an eye examination. I've been blind for the past eight months and I think that...it's time for me to try to regain m-my eyesight back."
A pause. He heard some paper shuffling and a pen clinking on the line.
"Ok, would Sunday at 6pm work, Mr. Anderson?"
A/N: *gasps* Major cliffhanger, mwahaha! Next chapter, a lot is gonna happen and Santana will have a devious scheme against someone (Auntie Snix debuts)! ;) Hint: trouble arises when Kurt returns to MountCrest while Blaine keeps his plan a secret. Let me know what you think!