A/N: 250 followers and 161 reviews WOW! Many of you wrote that you were very excited about Blaine possibly getting his sight back (don't you love cliffhangers?) and surprised about Santana's sacrfice of her relationship for an oblivious Blaine so I figured a new chapter and some Auntie Snix right after wouldn't hurt:) As I've said, a lot's happening here so enjoy!

Chapter 17:: Turbulent Oceans

Blaine shifted in his seat, squeezing his lover's hand so tightly it could rival the grip of a boa constrictor, the soft leather barely squeaking as he moved slightly. The sunrays filtered through the Lincoln Towncar's windows and blind as he is, Blaine truly missed seeing the celestial star above in the sky. It was just another thing on a seemingly endless list of things/people he'd taken granted for and he suddenly was hit with the realization he could see again. He could see the city, his penthouse, Broadway, Santana...Kurt.

He absolutely hated keeping his eye examination's appointment a secret from his angel. He'd promised him the moon and stars that he would always be 100% honest but this was different. He wanted it to be a surprise for him and Santana. To hear their reactions, their gasps, their screams...to be overwhelmed by Kurt's delicious lips and Santana's supportive hugs. He'd do anything for them.

"Blaine, you okay?" Kurt questioned, concern laced in his tone, returning his hand with a squeeze.

It was the day Blaine had been mortified of for months and now that it has come, he was saddened that he had to let Kurt go. Sure, he was simply returning to his workplace but Blaine just knew that things weren't gonna be the same again. Not having Kurt with him all day pained him. But he was at least ecstatic that they were still a couple and staying together at his place. A discussion about whether to ask Kurt to officially move in is in order.

"I-I'm fine. It's just..." Having to let go of your soulmate was hard enough for the blind man but admitting this face-to-face to Kurt was a whole other matter. "It just sucks you have to get back to work. I certainly don't look forward to being so alone at home—"

"Hey, you're not gonna lose me, okay?" He cups Blaine's cheek, marvelling at the stubble under his palm, looking at his pale blue eyes. Eyes that harbour pain, loss, darkness and sorrow—something Kurt wished to push away one day. He randomly remembered Blaine telling him that he once had hazel eyes and Kurt, now imagining the color, felt himself getting lost in his warmth, his cologne, his everything. The man's features soften, Blaine's mind falling for only a second when he felt Kurt rest his forehead against his. This intimacy, how close they were to each other...it was all too much. It reminded him of how he pinned Kurt down on the mattress that morning and initiated a makeout session, eliciting loud moans and loving words.

"I'll be home at 6pm," Blaine's heart fluttered when he heard that word...home. Kurt saw his penthouse as his home now. "I'm not going to leave you, Blaine."

It was like he'd read his mind.

As the days passed on, Blaine started worrying a little that all this—their relationship, their love for each other—would vanish in a second. Kurt had been the first soul to break down his walls and gain access to the hurt, lonely man behind them.

The Towncar pulled to a gentle stop, Kurt looking out to see MountCrest Publishing Headquarters on top of a modern building's entrance. It's time.

"Thanks, Santana." Kurt smiled towards the front, the woman simply nodding, smiling. He then turned to his boyfriend who appeared a bit saddened again. "I have to go now, okay?"

"Wait! Before you go, I just want you to know that..." Blaine began, gosh, speeches were not his best friend. "I love you, Kurt." He admits immediately, caressing the neck of his hand against Kurt's rosy cheek. "You saved me...and, um...I just want to be the man to hold you and take care of you, ya'know? You brought out the good in me—a part of me I'd lost the past few years because of how horrible a person I used to be, but you came and I love you so much for that. I needed you to know that."

"Blaine—" Kurt breathes, emotional but before he could fully respond, he kissed him. Blaine fervently pressed his lips harder against his, hand tangling in his hair while his arms snaked around his slim form. Gasping, Kurt reciprocated by wrapping his arms around his neck, feeling Blaine smirk into the kiss, groaning when his lover tilted his head to deepen the liplock.

Santana's clearing of her throat interrupted them from the driver's seat, the two pulling away amidst chuckles and embarrassed smiles.

"I love you too," Kurt declared, cupping Blaine's cheeks while planting a peck on his forehead. He pulled open the door and exited, messenger bag strapped on. "See you tonight, Blaine."

"Until then, Night Sky." He charmingly smiled, heart aching a bit when he heard the door close. Kurt had left. A loud sigh now.

"Blaine Devon Anderson," Santana exclaimed, drumming her fingers on the wheel. "You're so in love with that Hummel. Gosh, blind-gay romances are so tedious—"

"Shut up and drive, Satan." The man chuckled. "So where to, now?"

"I have some errands to do today so I'm just gonna drop you off at the penthouse and I'll be back home in the afternoon. Sounds good?"

"You know, Kurt told me you met someone last Friday night...do I sense some passionate romance brewing anytime now?" He asked cheekily, the car now moving.

That little bastard told him?!

"I may or may not have a date with someone tonight. But right now, I have to meet someone else, that's why I need to bring you home first."

"Who?"

"Don't worry, it doesn't concern you." She smirked.

"So, Kurt."

The voice came out of nowhere and Kurt jumps in his seat, a hand over his chest, terrified. He had just arrived at his old desk which was a few desks away from his boss, Graham Woods' office and after downing some coffee to start the new day, he'd been greeted by many of his old co-workers and peers. Some were giving him weird looks for some reason and it unnerved him. What did I do?

"Jesus, Graham." He gasped. "You scared me...so not necessary."

Graham laughed, looking dashing in his buttoned-up shirt and chinos, his Hilfiger cologne prominent now. "How's your first day back so far?"

"Fine," he replied, slightly hesitant. Turning on his computer, he types his username and password, sometimes looking around to see his co-workers go about their own business. "People have been looking strangely at me though."

"Well, that's normal. Seeing an old peer return after months can be a bit...surprising for them, I guess." He surveys his own tie self-consciously. "But I just wanted to come over to not only welcome you back but to thank you for everything you've done for Blaine. Funny how he was very resistant at having you come over to his Long Island house all those months ago but now I hear you two have been—how should I phrase this—cozy?"

"Cozy? Oh, ya'know, we've grown close over the months."

"And after what I saw and heard last Friday night, it appears you've clearly affected that blind chap. Mainly like how you two have been pursuing not only a working relationship but a romantic one as well?"

Shit.

"Oh, I-I uh, I—we've been..." Kurt stutters nervously, goodness, being unprofessional on the job and falling for an author certainly doesn't sound good with his boss. "About that..."

Graham is quiet for a while then he chuckles, his dimples emphasized as Kurt looks at him in confusion. "Kurt, relax! I'm not judging. While I thought it was a bit unprofessional of you since you and Blaine should be only working...but ya'know, I'm not judging."

Kurt heaves a heavy sigh, relief washing over him.

"I've known Blaine for years and trust me, he certainly isn't the same man now as he once was nine months ago before he lost his eyesight. But what I, and probably the rest of the people working here, are wondering is...how'd you do it? How'd you manage to change him?"

Kurt couldn't help but smile softly, memories of knocking on Blaine's Long Island beach house's door for the first time emerging.

"He let me in," he remarks fondly.

Santana had dropped Blaine off back at the penthouse, leading him up and making him some hot chocolate with marshmallows before saying goodbye and heading down to the towncar again. Blaine had remained weary and suspicious of her claim of meeting someone today and while that was true, that someone had a name. A name that would have hurt Blaine if he ever heard it again.

It had been a while since Santana had done the one thing she does best—revenge. Ever since that asshole Jeremy Hunt, Blaine's ex, called the man out by labelling him as "nothing but a cripple", the shock that she'd felt turned into a outright rage that she'd bottled up. Until today. She'd done her research and recalling past conversations with Blaine when he was still dating that fish, she had the man's home and workplace address and since it was Monday, she figured he was at work.

Being a marketing executive down at 56th Street, Jeremy should be out at the cafe, Brewed Awakening, right next to his building, she thought. Having parked a couple streets away, she put on her sunglasses as she walked over towards the cafe, smiling in satisfaction when she rightfully saw Jeremy among the sea of businessmen, coffee at hand, sandwiches at the ready.

Taking a seat across the hall from Jeremy and his crew, Santana quickly ordered a frappuccino, drinking it silently while watching him, tipping her sunglasses.

The man suddenly stood up and went off to the men's restroom. And the predator smirked.

As it was a private restroom for one, Santana waited until the man had finished using it and when he exited, she pushed him back in, locking the door behind her as she shoved her glasses into her purse. Jeremy gasped when he looked up to see his attacker.

"S-Santana?" He babbled. "Wh-what are you doing here?"

"Oh well it's nice to see you too, Hunt." She rolled her eyes, hand on hip. "More like cunt, in this case—"

"This is the men's room, ya'know?"

She waved him off. "Oh, stop whining like the flatulent troll you are. I think you and I both know why I'm here." The man quirked an eyebrow. "Allow me to jog your memory...you may have insulted my best friend a month ago. Does the name Blaine Anderson ring a bell?"

"I'm done with that cripple. Now I think you should leave—"

"Hold up, Charlie Sheen." she stepped forward, cornering him against the wall without even touching him. "You see, the thing is: Blaine is my family. And ever since he lost almost everything, I've taken care of him and helped him get back on his feet with the help of this extremely pale yet kind man named Kurt. So as time went on, we grew into this small, little family and I'll do anything to protect them. Which is why when you went out and hurt Blaine like that, I officially began crafting a masterplan against you.

"First, which I'm actually doing right now, is to tell you that I will end you. Then, I'm going to sneak into your workplace and post dozens of pictures of you when you were a sad, lonely, little teenager all over the walls so as to publicly humiliate you and ruin your reputation. Because, thanks to the insane amount of research I did, apparently you sported a mullet back in the 90s," she fished out her smartphone and briefly showed him an example of his hair. "And then, apparently, you once had a career as a gigolo..."

The man's horrified expression confirmed her statement, much to her delight. "You wouldn't—"

"And one of your clients filmed you two...doing it and thanks to the beauty that is the Internet, I found it online and I saved it on this flash drive." She held up the item, Jeremy frozen on the spot. "And I'm going to send a mass email of that video to all the employees at your office just to let them know how you once actually had a great body."

Wide-eyed, "You're such a—"

She stepped forward again. "Bitch, I know. And I will go all Lima Heights on you: two men enter, one man leaves. God is my witness, I will break you down harder than a constipated orangutan that escaped from a women's prison."

"You'd do all that for a blind man?" He scoffed.

"The difference between you and him is that Blaine admits that he's done wrong things in the past and he's willing to change. You, on the other hand, will forever remain stubborn and cold and once I'm done with you, you're gonna wish you never left your mom's uterus."

"Oh yeah?" he called her out.

"Yeah," she echoed, turning around to exit the restroom, turning around one last time. "That shirt makes you look ten years older by the way."

She then walked off, smiling while ignoring a bewildered man who was about to use the restroom.

Kurt had just arrived back from his lunch at the cafeteria, still bewildered at the weird looks many of his co-workers shot at him all day, when he groaned upon seeing the man sitting on his seat by his desk. The man had a small parcel with him and as he turned around to greet the countertenor, Kurt forced a fake smile.

"Sebastian, I believe you're in my seat." He announced, frowning when the secretary smirked at him, standing up, clearing his throat. "Is there something you want?"

"Wow, first day I see you after what? Three months and that's how you greet me?"

The man was Sebastian Smythe, a secretary who worked across the hall from Kurt and he was known as the charming, manipulative snake by everyone here because with his charm, good looks and expensive taste, he's been nothing but self-absorbed, cunning and narcissistic ever since the day Kurt got his job here years ago. Kurt knew that all Sebastian wanted was to take him out for a dinner and despite repeatedly rejecting him, the scheming man always returned to flirt and tease him while mocking and belittling everyone else in the office—even Graham wasn't fond of him but he does his job well.

"What's that?" Kurt ignored the growing smile spread across the weasel's face, pointing at the parcel. Sebastian picks it up and hands it to him, staring as if silently beckoning him to open it before him and Kurt frowns when the parcel seemed rather heavy. Tearing it open reluctantly, his eyes widened when he sees an expensive messenger bag, a customary Thermos mug and a note and he reads:

Night Sky:

Hope your first day back at work's going well! Santana told me that when you first arrived at my Long Island beach house, you had a messenger bag on and you once secretly told me how you've been saving up to get the latest Salvatore Ferragamo messenger bag, amongst other things. See it as another way of me thanking you for always being there for me.

Xx Blaine

"Guess that Anderson chap really likes you."

Sebastian's voice brings him back to reality, momentarily freaking out at Blaine's expensive gifts, then blinking as he looks up at the well-built man. "We're in love so yeah."

Silence. Crossing his arms, he stepped closer, suddenly invading Kurt's space. "You really have no idea what kind of man Blaine Anderson is, do you?" He asks, cocking his head. "How he treated everyone around him like trash, except that Latina chick he always hangs out with, and his attitude resulted in two people quitting—"

"That may be but it's all in the past," Kurt seethes, his blood boiling. How dare he talk about Blaine and Santana like that! Gathering his thoughts, he calmly put the gifts and parcel aside, pretending that Sebastian's accusations didn't hurt him, looking back at him. This was so typical of Sebastian. But one thing he was afraid of was how close Sebastian was to him now, their faces were mere inches away, his cologne choking his air passage.

"Why fall for a monster when you can go out with me, Hummel?" He bit his lip, staring him up and down, Kurt feeling uncomfortable. "He's trying to win your heart by buying these expensive things and while you have fallen for him, do you really know who he is? What kind of man he is? What he did?"

"He already won me over and I can see the good in him. He's different now and he's willing to change to be a better man and I believe him. The difference between you and him is that he has a heart and he respects my space, both of which you clearly lack."

Automatically stepping back, the man scoffs, Hummel definitely was the only one able to resist him. And Kurt already in love with that blind bastard? That doesn't sit well with him.

"Oh, Hummel, you're so naive, you may think that blind chap's changed but have you actually seen the kind of man he was? How cold, ruthless and judgmental he was? Wait till you discover his true colors." He peers down at the bag and mug Blaine had given Kurt. "See ya around, babe."

Trekking off, Kurt was left alone with his thoughts, ignoring the hustle and bustle of his co-workers around him. Now he realized why they'd been giving him weird looks: they were stunned that he had worked and fallen for Blaine—the man they feared so much. Sebastian did bring up a point though...he hasn't witnessed Blaine's dark side yet. And he wished he would never have to.

Was Blaine really that much of a monster then?

His boyfriend had been acting off this morning...it was as if he was trying to act like he was fine but there was a hint of hesitation in his voice then. Kurt wants to accept how their relationship was perfectly blossoming but he couldn't ignore that inkling in the back of his mind. He wants to accept his gifts but deep down, Sebastian's threat was making him doubt some things now.

Looking at Blaine's note again, he heard Graham call him over to his office. Leaving his desk with a sigh, he could only feel his insecurities, fears and doubts intensify. Sebastian's words continued ringing in his ears but the image of Blaine emerged simultaneously. He smiles at how much they've been through together but under those blue eyes, those luscious curls, that intoxicating smile...would he stay a changed man? Or will he revert to his old, cruel ways one day?

Fuck.

A/N: Uh-oh! Our trio's keeping secrets from each other plus Sebastian, the jerk he is, never went to Dalton here like on the show (he went to another private school) so he never met Blaine in high school. Blaine's long-awaited eye-exam (I wanted to put that here but there was too much going on already) comes next chapter and Brittana may or may not return too;) Let me know what you think!