Kurt slowly woke up next to his husband in bed, wondering what had woken him since his alarm clock wasn't currently going off. It took him a second to realize that it was the sound of Blaine groaning that had disturbed his sleep.

Another migraine.

"Baby?" Kurt asked softly, knowing that Blaine's hearing would be extra sensitive today.

Blaine simply groaned in response.

"Another migraine?"

"Yeah. And my eyes hurt," Blaine whined, quietly.

Kurt quickly rolled out of bed and made his way to the bathroom to grab some medicine and a warm washcloth for Blaine's forehead. This was the fourth time this week that Blaine had woken up with a migraine. If it happened again, Kurt was definitely going to take his husband to the doctor. He knew Blaine had to be growing tired of the constant throbbing behind his eyes, and he hated seeing his loved one in pain.

Kurt hurried back to bed and gently guided Blaine to sit up against the head board, nudged Blaine's mouth so he would know what was coming next, then placed the pills in Blaine's mouth and handed him a glass of water so he could swallow the pills. Once Blaine had swallowed the pain medication, he laid back down in bed, sighing softly as Kurt put the warm washcloth on his aching forehead.

"That's it. You're staying home from work today," Kurt declared. "And so am I. I want to take care of you. I hate seeing you unwell."

"No... Kurt..." Blaine groaned, too weak to fully protest.

"No, baby. Try to go back to sleep. I'll be here. Let me know if you need anything."

And with that, Blaine promptly fell back to sleep while Kurt sat vigilant at their bed side, hoping that his husband would be better in the morning.


The next morning wasn't any better. In fact, it was much worse. Blaine jolted out of sleep to a sharp pain in his head, and harsh pounding right behind his eyes. He turned his head toward Kurt's side of the bed to tell his husband that he had another migraine, when the ache suddenly increased tenfold.

"Blaine?" Kurt asked cautiously in response to his husband's sudden groan.

"Kurt... turn off the light. It's hurting my eyes," Blaine gasped.

Both men froze at the same time when they realized exactly what Blaine had just said.

"Kurt..."

"Oh my god," Kurt gasped, not believing.

"Kurt... the light. I can see a faint light. Is the lamp turned on just to the right of you, next to our bed?"

Kurt didn't answer, still in shock.

"KURT!"

"Yes," Kurt finally answered, snapping out of it. "Yes, there is light there. Blaine..."

"I don't know," Blaine replied to the unasked question, shaking his head back and forth, not understanding what was happening.

"I'm going to call the doctor," Kurt said, leaping out of bed and running to the dresser, where he had set his phone the night before.

"I..."

"I know, Blaine. We'll figure this out. Let's not get our hopes up... but we'll figure this out."


First thing the next morning, just as soon as Kurt got Blaine some more pain medicine for his head and eyes, the two men climbed into their car, Susan and ten-year-old Chewie in tow, and took off to the doctor.

"Papa? What's wrong with daddy?" Susan asked from her car seat in the back seat.

"Daddy's head hurts, and his eyes are achy, too. That's why he's wearing sunglasses today," Kurt explained, sparing his husband from having to speak, knowing any conversation caused his head to throb even more than it already was.

"Is that why we're going to the doctor?" Susan questioned, curiously. "Is daddy gonna be okay?"

"Yes, Susan. That's why we're going to the doctor. Well... daddy and I are, at least. But first we're going to drop you off at Auntie Rachel's. Don't you worry your precious little head, though, okay? Daddy is just fine. I promise," Kurt explained.

"Okay, papa..." Susan replied, but Blaine, despite his horrible headache, could still tell that his daughter was worried. He was always amazed by how perceptive she is for her age.

"I'm fine, angel," Blaine whispered reassuringly, reaching an arm out behind him for his daughter to grab on to.


"Well... I have some big news," the doctor declared after hours of tests and waiting. Kurt and Blaine were growing impatient, but if there was any chance Blaine could recover his sight, it would all be worth it.

"Blaine's eyes reacted to all of our light tests, and it looks like the severity of his injuries have healed somewhat throughout the years, due to minimal stress placed on the eyes. Frankly, Blaine, you've been taking care of yourself, and that's about to pay off. If you wish, we could perform surgery for your eyes so that you can regain your sight. Your vision would not be perfect, but you would be able to see again... with the help of some glasses, of course. I'll give you two a moment to discuss this."

And with that, the doctor exited the room, leaving a shocked and silent Blaine and Kurt.

"Kurt..." Blaine whispered. He didn't know what else to say. In all the years since he went blind, since the doctor first told him that he would never see again, he never even imagined that he would be told he could regain his sight. It was a miracle, and he just couldn't believe it.

"I know... you're going to see again," Kurt whispered through his tears, his voice choked with emotion.

And that was all it took for Blaine to reach out for his husband, who immediately grabbed him and pulled him into his arms, both crying tears of joy.


By the time Kurt and Blaine left the doctor's office, a final decision had still not been made between the two. Well, at least, not in Blaine's opinion. Kurt had already decided that Blaine would see again, if it was the last thing he did. But Blaine was honestly frightened at the prospect of seeing again, and what it would mean for the changes in their every day lifestyles. So Blaine asked Kurt on the car ride home to call Rachel and ask her to keep Susan for the night so the two men could talk some more.

The second they walked through the door, Blaine walked straight to the couch and plopped down, head buried in his arms, which rested on his legs.

"Blaine?" Kurt asked, cautiously. This was an entirely new situation for them, and Kurt wasn't sure exactly how to approach it, or how Blaine would react.

"I don't know if I can do this," Blaine mumbled.

"Do what?" Kurt asked, confused.

"Have this surgery. See again."

Kurt didn't respond. He simply walked over to the couch and sat down next to Blaine, leaving distance between them. He sat in silence, waiting for Blaine to talk, because he knew his husband well enough to know that Blaine would just need to let this all off his chest.

"We don't have the money for this, Kurt. And you'd have to take care of me for a few days after the surgery, which means you'd have to take off work. And what would we do with Susan during the recovery time? And honestly, I'm just scared that once I see again, everything will change between us. And I'm sorry, because I know you deserve a husband who can see, but I'm just scared. I'm not sure I want this."

Kurt waited a few more seconds after Blaine finished before speaking up.

"Blaine..." Kurt started.

"Yeah?" Blaine mumbled through his tears.

"You finished?"

"Yeah," Blaine sighed.

"Okay... so, first of all, I need you to know that I love you exactly as you are and I wouldn't change a damn thing about you. But whenever I get a chance to do something for you that could make you happy, I would do it in a heartbeat. So don't you lie to me and tell me you don't want this when I know you do."

"I'm sorry," Blaine whispered. "You're right. I do want this..."

"I know," Kurt said simply.

"But the money and taking care of me and Susan... it's all so complicated."

"Yeah, Blaine, things will be complicated for a while. Money will definitely be tight. But I really don't care. And I know your parents would be willing to help out. So would my dad. I know we hate asking them for help, but I think this is one time I'd be willing to make an exception, because it goes toward you and making you happy. I can ask my dad to come up here for a few weeks, too, to help out with Susan. He's retired now, so he would love to spend some time with Susan for a while. He can take care of her while I take care of you."

"But you shouldn't have to take care of me," Blaine argued.

"Yes, I should. We are married Blaine. We made a promise to take care of one another, and I will uphold that promise no matter what. I know you'd do the same thing for me. I want this for you, Blaine."

"You're right... I want this, too. I want this more than anything. I want to see you. I want to see our daughter."

"Well then let's set you up an appointment," Kurt said simply, then pulled Blaine into a tight hug.


Blaine's appointment was set up for a month later. Burt flew in the day before and immediately set to work in taking care of his granddaughter, knowing that Blaine and Kurt would probably be too nervous to give the attention that Susan needed.

Blaine was a bundle of nerves as Kurt drove him to the doctor, bouncing in his seat until Kurt reached out and a laid a reassuring hand on Blaine's leg to let him know he was there for him, no matter how this went.

The last time Blaine had been this nervous was when he was lying in the hospital bed all those years ago waiting to hear from the doctor whether he would ever see again or not. And now, here he was, about to go back to the doctor for a surgery that would make him finally see again. He was finally going to see his Kurt.

The surgery went well, and Kurt was as attentive as he could possibly be in the days that followed, while Blaine was bandaged up and loopy on painkillers.

Burt enjoyed teasing Blaine, trying to see what he could get his son-in-law to say while he was high on drugs, but Kurt always shooed him away, fussing over Blaine and making sure he was as comfortable as possible.

It wasn't until three days had passed that Blaine was finally taken off the painkillers, which meant Kurt was more present than ever. He laid in bed with Blaine for hours at a time, just softly rubbing Blaine's back, temples, legs, feet... anything that started aching, and fixed Blaine all of his favorite foods.

Blaine was so grateful for Kurt. He didn't know what he would have done if he had this surgery at a time when he didn't have his husband to watch over him.

Finally, five days after the surgery, Blaine was allowed to take the bandages off. This was it. The big reveal. He would soon find out if the surgery was successful. In a few seconds, he might be able to see again.

"Are you ready for this?" Kurt asked warily, sitting across the bed from Blaine, legs crossed in front of him, both men facing one another.

"More than anything," Blaine replied, shakily raising his hands to unwrap the bandages. He worked slowly, Kurt anxiously biting his lip in anticipation across from him. Finally, the wrapping was undone, and Blaine gradually began to open his eyes.

Everything was extremely blurry, and still a little dark, but it was there. He could see his room. And he could see the outline of a person sitting in front of him. It suddenly hit Blaine that that person was Kurt. He was looking at his husband.

And then nothing else in the room mattered. Blaine continued to stare straight ahead at Kurt, blinking his eyes rapidly in succession in order for his vision to become clearer. Kurt slowly became more and more in focus.

"Oh my god..." Blaine murmured.

"What?" Kurt shrieked, worried something had gone wrong. "What is it? Can you see? Are you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah. I just... no one told me I married a fucking super model."

Kurt choked on a sob, then threw himself at his husband, both men laughing and clinging to one another. Blaine kept pulling back so he could stare at Kurt, who was honestly the most beautiful man in the world- he was sure of it. He couldn't believe how lucky he was that someone as beautiful as Kurt would want a scrawny guy like him.

And that's when it hit him. He wasn't a teenager anymore. He was a grown man.

Blaine suddenly jumped out of bed and ran to the closest mirror he could find.

He was shocked by the man staring back at him.

"He's handsome, isn't he? Probably not the same teenage boy you remember yourself as," Kurt whispered from where he had stood up and walked over to stand behind Blaine, wrapping his arms around him from behind- a gesture he had done time and time again throughout the years. Only now, Blaine could see the reflection of his husband behind him in the mirror.

"I love you, Kurt. So much. I just..." Blaine started, then trailed off.

"Shhh... I know. It's a lot to take in," Kurt reassured, then turned Blaine around and pulled him in for a tight embrace, face to face. "I love you, too."

"I'm so happy right now," Blaine whispered into Kurt's neck, then suddenly jerked back. "Susan! Oh, I have to see Susan!"

Blaine took off running toward his daughter's bedroom, where he assumed Burt and Susan would be playing. He didn't bother stopping to take in their apartment. He would have time for that later. He would have the rest of his life for that, in fact. But right now, he only cared about the thing that mattered- Kurt and Susan.

"Susan!" Blaine exclaimed as he burst into the room. His daughter was currently on the floor, working on a simple puzzle with Burt, who was staring up at Blaine with a smile on his face. Chewie was on the ground next to her.

Blaine spared a quick glance at the dog that had guided him since about a month before he met Kurt, and reached out a hand to pet him as he wandered over to stand at Blaine's feet. Blaine had a quick, happy realization that Chewie had just retired to household pet, but then his attention went straight back to his daughter.

"She's beautiful, isn't she," Burt stated more than asked..

"Susan," Blaine whispered, then slowly made his way toward his daughter and crouched down in front of her. He heard Kurt approaching the door behind him and turned around to glance his way. "Kurt... she's perfect."

"I know," Kurt answered, smiling as he watched his husband scoop Susan up into his arms and smother her face with kisses.

"Daddy! What's gotten into you?" Susan shrieked.

"I'm just admiring how beautiful my little angel is," Blaine said through his smile.

"You can see me? It worked!" Susan cheered, then peppered Blaine's face with kisses in return.

"I can see you," Blaine echoed, voice wavering between excitement and wonderment. "I can see you."

Kurt walked up to Blaine and Susan and wrapped his arms around his husband's waist, leaning their foreheads together so that they were staring right into one another's eyes.

"I can see you, and you're both so beautiful," Blaine whispered to his husband, then slowly leaned in to share a kiss.


A/N: Well, that's it. That's the end. I hope you guys enjoyed this! It was originally just supposed to be the first two chapters, so I hope the rest only made the story better.

I didn't research any of the eye surgery/returning sight stuff, so, as far as i know, it's completely fictional. So don't go using this to write an essay for medical school or anything. Lol.

Also, in my mind, Blaine got Chewie about a month before he met Kurt. He had an seeing dog before Chewie, but... idk. He got hit by a car and died or something? I just wanted Chewie to still be Blaine's guide dog by the end of this story, and if Blaine had gotten him right when he went blind, then Chewie would have been a little too old to still be a good guide dog. So, yeah... just go with it. Lol.

This chapter also takes place about a year after they got Susan. I didn't mention a timeline anywhere in there, so sorry about that!

Anyway... this has been fun! If you stuck with it till the end, then THANK YOU! I appreciate you guys so much. Let me know what you thought about the story, or even just this chapter! :)