A/N: SO sorry for the long update (over 3 months)! I've been going through a lot recently: transitioning to my new university as a freshman and also going on a month-long vacation so I really didn't have time to sit down and type. But I'm back with Ch.24 (I think a lot of you will love this one!) and this may be the chapter y'all have been waiting for a VERY LONG TIME!

Chapter 24:: Hazel

It's been three weeks since the surgery.

And Kurt was getting increasingly nervous and excited at the same time.

On one hand, he was ecstatic that Blaine would be able to see again and he couldn't even imagine how Blaine would react when he finally reaches that stage. But on the other hand, Kurt was internally afraid—afraid that Blaine wouldn't like he'll see upon seeing him for the first time ever. Karofsky and the bullying at McKinley really had a large impact on the countertenor and although he always remained strong about it, there were still cracks underneath his confident facade. And he hopes that Blaine would accept him for all that he is.

Speaking of the blind novelist, Blaine had been forced to wear tightly-woven bandages around his head to cover his slowly-healing eyes for the first two weeks but now, Dr. Marley Rose encouraged him to wear sunglasses up until he should regain most of his eyesight back.

Blaine was now alone and resting again in their bedroom, and Kurt and Santana stood by the kitchen. Kurt had just gasped when Santana advised to add more effort into his own grooming now that Blaine is about to regain his sight anytime soon and—

Both perked up when they heard Santana's iPhone ring and one look down at the screen made the woman smile for the first time since their conversation began. Kurt already knew who was calling—Brittany.

It made him smile a little. Someone else in the room is also enjoying romance like an elementary school student loving chocolate. "I have to take this. Anyway, I need to grab some groceries and you need to go to work."

Standing up, he peered at his watch before running over to grab his messenger bag and laptop. "Yeah, I lost track of time, I'll head out now. See you later, San!"

"Later, Lady."

As the two parted ways, even after the sound of Kurt yelling Bye Blaine and the front door shutting while Santana walked off, they had no idea that someone had been overhearing their conversation the whole time.

The man sighed in their bed, the sheets covering his lean body while still dressed in his pyjamas, sunglasses over his eyes, his beard already overgrowing while his hair left unkempt and curlier/frizzier that ever. He purposely ignored his trimming routines for weeks now and he simply slumped even further into his pillow, allowing the sheets to envelope him like a cloud.

The reason why Blaine was acting off and ever-so-silent today, unlike recent days, is that...it was because he was astonished to find that today...he was suddenly able to see New York City's morning skyline across from his bed.

Standing up and trekking cautiously towards the glass window, he froze there when his vision—slightly blurry but convenient enough to make out objects afar—allowed him to blurrily watch how vibrant that the sunlight shone over the glass buildings ahead, the traffic jams below, the New Yorkers walking all over...

Everything around him was a little too bright for his sensitive eyes though and he shivered.

A tear trickled down his cheek, blurring his vision even more, a small smile finally appearing on his tired face.

Today's the day I get to see Night Sky.

After an emotional minute of silence, he finally gathered enough courage to walk out of their bedroom and while searching for Santana, he stumbled over his footsteps as he drank in his surroundings once more. He marvelled at the furniture around him—not much has changed—but he froze when he saw a framed photograph atop a little cupboard. Curiosity gnawed at him as he grabbed it and just as he realized that there was a third person beside him—is that Kurt?—and Santana in the photo, he looked up when he heard Santana walk out of the study, iPhone to her ear.

"So, Brit, speaking of tomorrow, how about I come over...and you know, maybe we could—"

"Hello, Santana." Blaine's sudden voice and bright, chipper smile made the woman scream, rooted on the spot as she sighed dramatically.

"Hey, I'll call you later, okay? Blaine's up." She paused as she listened to Brittany speaking then. "Yes, he's the blind dolphin, okay, bye!"

Hanging up, Blaine stared in shock as he took in how Santana looked before him.

"Hobbit, how many times do I have to tell you that I'll help walk you around the house, okay? I don't want you walking around, blind as hell, and accidentally walking towards something sharp or rough. And for the love of God, aren't you gay men supposed to take more time grooming yourselves and not ending up looking like a caveman?"

"I really like that red dress you have on, San. Bet it really makes your eyes pop," he teased, heart beating rapidly now.

"Oh this?" She did a little twirl, blushing. "I know, I bought it at—" She faltered, her eyes glowing and bulging at him. "W-wait, h-how did you know I was wearing a r-red dress?" Her knees grew weak. "You can see me?"

Blaine bit his lip, insecurely scratching the back of his furry head before slowly nodding, a childish grin now etched over him.

He frowned when Santana raised her index and middle finger.

"B-Blaine, how many f-fingers am I holding up?"

Oh, the classic how-many-fingers question. "Two," he mumbled.

Her iPhone dropped.

And Blaine oofed when Santana bolted and enveloped him with the greatest teddy bear hug of the 21st century, screaming "Oh my God!" so many times Blaine lost count.

Sebastian Smythe has been getting increasingly annoying and upfront with his insatiable desire for Kurt. And he didn't care that Kurt was in a serious relationship. He didn't care about anything at all.

He just wanted Kurt.

His constantly obnoxious nature, infamous reputation for hooking up and dumping people overnight and his meerkat-like smirk all made him hated by all the employees at MountCrest Publishing. And it didn't help that his sharp grooming and expensive-looking attire managed to give off an arrogant vibe. Hell, even Graham didn't like Sebastian but, truth is, he does his job well here.

"Hey there, babe."

Kurt cursed at himself mentally as he forced himself to look up from the printer, no longer alone in the offices' little printer room where he was printing out papers for Graham. Hating that he was now alone with the hated man, his eyes unfortunately landed on Sebastian's egotistical face, hatred slowly coursing through his veins.

"What do you want, Sebastian?" He deadpanned, praying that the papers would print faster.

The taller man approached him, standing in front of the only room's exit.

"Ya'know, I really love this playing-hard-to-get thing you're playing with me." He neared him, breathy. "I think it's hot."

"Go to hell, Sebastian." Kurt threatened, sarcastically smiling when he finally gathered all the newly-printed papers but he frowned when Sebastian stood in his way for the exit. "I would really appreciate it if you move out of my way. Unlike you, some of us have actual work to do."

"Nah ah ah," he teased as he stepped in front of Kurt when the countertenor tried to move forward again. "You see, now that we're alone here, I was thinking we could..." He cocked his head, a raised eyebrow. "...talk."

"About how your face makes you look like those rodents called meerkats? Yup, there's that. End of conversation—"

"Snarky," he darkly chuckled, nearing dangerously to him. "I like that. Ya'know, I've been watching you ever since you first worked here years ago. And I've always tried to take out to dinner but you always come up with some random excuse. And now, you're telling me you're still seeing that blind cripple of yours?"

"You leave Blaine out of this," he tried to keep his head high. "He's loving, thoughtful, kind and compassionate unlike you. Yes, he may have been a very different person before he lost his sight but he's a changed man now. And he's getting his eyesight back anytime now. So, if he sees you coming at me, you'd better run."

"Well, at least he won't be able to see this—" Sebastian taunted before suddenly lunging and kissing him harshly, cupping his cheeks defiantly and moaning as he finally tasted those lips that he'd thirst for so long. Kurt squealed in panic, accidentally dropping all his papers down and tried not to reciprocate but Sebastian was stronger and he felt the taller man push him against the wall, never leaving his lips.

Suddenly, memories of Karofsky, his bullying and his twisted features sprang up in Kurt's mind. He shivered when he remembered how Karofsky forced himself onto him after Kurt confronted him for the first time, how he abruptly kissed him and eventually threatening to kill him.

Fear clouded his mind before Kurt gathered enough courage to push Sebastian off, the taller man panting heavily, a wicked smile growing. Without thinking, Kurt lashed out a kick of rage at Sebastian's groin and the man's satisfied features contorted into pain and shock, Sebastian collapsing onto the ground, groaning achingly as Kurt hurriedly picked up his papers and ran out the room.

Kurt didn't expect the panic attack that began to overcome him out in the corridor and he steadied himself against a wall, hyperventilating as Karofsky and Sebastian's faces appeared in his thoughts. It was Blaine's face, however, that calmed him down a little.

He gasped when his smartphone rang and shakily fishing it out of his pocket, he bit his lip when he heard Santana's voice on the line.

"Hummel, get your ass to the hospital NOW! This is important!"

"Wha—now? But I'm working—" He blurted out.

"NOW! It's about Blaine!"

And he bolted out of there, briefly informing Graham while grateful to escape Sebastian's presence.

"Okay, so I want you to keep your eyes closed until I tell you to open them again." Dr. Marley Rose instructed as she watched Blaine do so, having been stunned when Santana ushered him in earlier. Blaine's vision had grown increasingly blurry since this morning unfortunately as after Dr. Rose helped calm him down a little, she applied a few eyedrops onto his pupils, shivering when Blaine sighed. It was to help ease the irritation Blaine was feeling in his eyes and make his vision a bit less blurry.

This can't be happening, Blaine chanted inside. I'm going to be able to see!

Dr. Rose applied a little pressure against Blaine's closed eyelids and after a moment, "Now open them, Blaine."

"God, wh-what if my vision got worse?" He mumbled fearfully, sighing when he felt a familiar hand over his. Santana.

"There's only one way to find out, Blaine. I'm right here, okay?" She soothed, seated beside him. "I called Lady Trousers already and he's on his way."

He broke into a small toothy smile, eyes still closed. Kurt.

As he dared, he slowly opened his eyes, wincing slightly from the light of the room, his blurry vision clearing a little and he froze when he saw Santana now before him, seeing her much better than this morning. The familiar tanned skin, her angular cheekbones and slim figure, her eyes...

He exhaled deeply, heart thumping rapidly as he cautiously reached out to hold her hand.

"Blaine—c-can you see me?" She whispered, a tear welling up.

"I can s-see," he breathed, shuddery while Dr. Rose watched the emotional exchange. "Santana, I can see you! Gosh, you look exactly as I remember! Oh god—"

He broke down into tears when Santana gathered him into a soft hug, both friends clinging on tightly, expressing how they've each been so grateful for the other.

"It's okay, it's going to be okay. You're safe now," she cooed, rubbing his back softly while Blaine continued to weep. "It's okay."

"I can see," he whispered, still too shocked to comprehend everything, his vision blurry from his tears.

"We need to get you fitted for spectacles as soon as possible. You'll need to wear them all the time or your eyesight will be damaged again. Your eyes are too fragile now so we wouldn't want that." Dr. Rose announced.

I wonder how Kurt would react to me wearing glasses everyday.

They suddenly heard rushed footsteps.

"Sorry I'm late, I was at work so I rushed down here as fast as I..." The oh-so-familiar voice roused Blaine from his thoughts. "...could."

He looked up and froze.

Slowly, his blurry vision cleared and he saw his boyfriend for the very first time. His pale, porcelain skin, his accented cheekbones, slim eyebrows, his perfectly-coiffed hair but what made Blaine heart stop, most of all, was looking into those tender, blue eyes. He exhaled when his eyes quickly darted down to view his slim, lean body, daring a smile when he finally noticed just how much of a fashionista Kurt truly was.

"Guys, sorry I'm late, I—" He noted the eerie silence then, frowning, oblivious. "What? Is something wrong?"

"Night Sky," Blaine finally breathed, his hazel eyes filling with tears.

Kurt's eyes bulged.

The whole world stopped.

Blue looked at hazel and hazel looked at blue.

"I can see you," he whispered, biting his lip, heart thumping from realizing just how exquisite Kurt looked. He couldn't believe this was happening. He didn't deserve this. He didn't deserve him.

All too soon, Kurt bolted to him but hesitated when he cupped his boyfriend's cheeks, mesmerized by the hazel. "You c-can see m-me?" He stammered, tearing up too.

"You're so b-beautiful...you're p-perfect." Blaine sobbed, his insides crumpling and his heart exploding. "You're actually here..."

A flourishing of insecurities suddenly struck him as the countertenor wondered if Blaine truly loved how he looked but he chose to pull him into a tight hug. "OH MY GOD! You can see! Honey—"

"I'm not a cripple anymore! I can see again!" He broke down into his shoulder, voice cracking.

"Hey, you were never a cripple, Blaine. I'm right here," he soothed him as Blaine continued sobbing. "I'm right here."

"Everything's...s-so b-bright..." The author gave an embarrassed laugh, squinting, as he pulled away, running a delicate hand through Kurt's locks.

"I love you," Kurt declared shakily, resting his forehead against his protectively. "So much."

"Love you too, Angel." Blaine hummed, fiercely crashing his lips against his. He deepened it as memories of meeting Kurt for the first time hit him, recalling how frustrated he was that would never see his face...but now, he could. Kurt moaned heavily, stunned and relieved altogether that Blaine was getting better.

"You're here," Blaine whispered so softly that only Kurt could hear, his hazel orbs staring straight at Kurt's ocean blues, hands clasped softly over his lover's cheeks. He felt Kurt's heavy breathing as well, the goosebumps on his arms...this was all too much for him at once.

"C'mon, let's get you some glasses then." Dr. Rose announced and the couple pulled away, chuckling as they forgot about her and Santana. Blaine quickly kissed Kurt again, face still glistening with hopeful tears and Kurt smiled giddily.

Before long, Santana pulled the two men in for a giant big almost-motherly hug, still stunned at everything that's happening right now.

Eventually, Blaine was fitted with thick, jet black frames and upon being ushered into the Towncar, Kurt never let go of his hand as the novelist marvelled at his surroundings, squinting from the sunlight and getting a little dizzy.

"Too bright," he whimpered but Kurt kissed his cheek once they were seated inside, Santana chuckling from the driver's seat.

"I know, Blaine." He kissed him again. "You'll get used to it soon. But let's go home first, okay? Oh my god, we should have a little get-together! I could call Nick and Jeff and invite my friends—"

"Whoa, not so fast, gorgeous." He grinned, eyes never leaving the perfection that Kurt was. He laughed when Kurt hit him in the arm.

Blaine raised an eyebrow when he noticed how Kurt blushed then. His heart raced. It was the first time he ever saw Kurt blush. And he was adorable. "You like the glasses, huh?" He teased, his voice husky.

The countertenor didn't answer, once again getting lost in those caramel eyes of his.

Later that night

"How does it feel?" The man's soft, velvet voice brought Blaine back to the world after looking out his penthouse's balcony, his eyes welcoming the city's night skyline for the first time in a long time. He was astonished that all this was happening. He still didn't believe that he deserved this. It had, after all, been only a great number of months since the accident and Blaine didn't want to think about that again. He was lucky.

While he felt his overgrown mop of curls above his head sway lightly from the night's breeze, he was also struggling with having to wear this new set of glasses permanently—he'd smirked when he realized that Kurt thought it was a hot look on him: "dork chic", Kurt'd called it—and as he turned to see Kurt walk towards him out here on their balcony, he once again felt his knees grow weak.

"It's a lot to take in," was all Blaine could admit as Kurt neared him and wrapped his loving arms around his waist.

Immediately, Blaine once again peered down to survey Kurt's outfit, his eyes loving what he's seeing. The way his clothes clung tightly to Kurt's lean frame, those ballet-esque legs of his, his gorgeous face...

Holy shit, the former blind man thought.

"I definitely feel refreshed though," Blaine continued, cherishing Kurt's smile. "I feel like I do have a second chance. And I feel that you and I can start over, ya'know? Now, I feel like a changed man."

"I hope not a completely changed man though..." Kurt bit his lip, teasing. "There were parts of you that I did like."

Blaine sent him a dark gaze, deviously smiling.

It was also something that Blaine was still struggling. In the weeks after the accident, he recalled feeling so horrible and never smiling and laughing no matter how hard Santana tried. Kurt truly has changed him a lot.

"I do like the sound of starting over," Kurt mused, stepping back to present an arm. "Hi, I'm Kurt Hummel. It's really nice to meet you...?"

"—Blaine Anderson," his lover chuckled, shaking his arm. "Nice to meet you too, Kurt."

They fell into a comfortable episode of silence. Out here on the balcony overlooking Central Park, the couple just stood there, Kurt interlocking his fingers with Blaine's seamlessly.

They observed the iridescence of the Gotham, the honking of taxis and buses, the pedestrians, the bright moon above...

"So what happens now?" Kurt hummed, treasuring Blaine's warmth in his arms despite the night's cold. The author blinked, confused, prompting Kurt to continue. "About us? What's going to happen now that you have your sight back?"

Blaine mockingly raised an eyebrow. Kurt rolled his eyes, "C'mon, I'm serious! We really need to talk about this. About what happens now, about our future, about—"

"Have dinner with me tomorrow night," Blaine breathed, his words ghosting over Kurt's features. "I really want to take you out, now that I can see again." He pulled Kurt closer into his grasp, planting a few kisses over his neck and jaw. "We can talk about us and where we stand, like you want."

The countertenor sighed blissfully into those begging, chocolate eyes. Though he'd fallen for the man's former blue, he's secretly finding this new shade irresistible. "I love you."

"So...is that a yes, Night Sky?" He hummed, his dimples highlighted. "Plus, I recall promising a certain serenading with a Katy Perry showstopper."

He died.

All of a sudden, a flash of memories about Sebastian forcing himself onto him at work today hit Kurt like a subway train and he faltered. Blaine deserves to know everything that's happened, he decided ultimately.

"I'd love that."

He then moaned when Blaine surged forward in a languid, passionate kiss, briefly forgetting about all their past and present troubles.

A/N: Sooooo...hope you liked that! Things are changing, now with Blaine's sight (with drama, of course!) and tell me what you think! Hope to see ya around soon! :)