I originally started this a few months ago, got stuck, and set it aside temporarily with the intent of picking it back up later. It started off as a oneshot before I realized there was no way I could make that work, so when I came back to it a few weeks ago and began revising it, I decided to make it a multichapter. It's based on an amazing fanart by leeminkyo on Tumblr and the accompanying quote. If you want to see it, check it out here: http:/ bit .ly /wK1FaR (delete the spaces in the link).
This went through about five working titles while I was in the process of writing it. I finally decided on "Fix You" when the amazing Coldplay song of the same name started playing on shuffle yesterday. I already had most of this written at that point, but I couldn't help thinking that it would make a perfect title. I think in many ways, the lyrics apply to what's going to happen here.
A better summary: This story takes place in a seemingly utopian world not unlike our own, except for the fact that every human being is blinded at birth. Whenever a new baby is born, he or she has a red silk blindfold tied over her eyes. This blindfold is magical due to the fact that only one person can untie someone else's blindfold – that person's soul mate.
Blaine is stuck in a rut, but too stubborn to find a way out. He is homeschooled (blind students either have the option of being homeschooled or attending public school) and sings in an a capella group with his friends, called the Warblers. Kurt has learned the hard way that the blindfolds do not blind everyone from hatred. He attends public school and is constantly harassed for the way he sounds. Singing in glee club helps him feel better most of the time, but on days when the club doesn't rehearse, Kurt resorts to cutting as a way to let go of the pain pent up inside him.
I think that's about all you need to know. :D Also, this is my first attempt at writing fantasy, so please bear with me.
Blaine Anderson had never seen sunlight. He'd never looked into another person's eyes or seen someone smile. He had no idea what colors looked like. He had never even seen his own reflection in a mirror.
Blaine had been blind from birth, but that was all too common in this society. Whenever a child was born, a red blindfold was tied over his or her eyes. It could not be removed. A person could only untie another person's blindfold - and in doing so, give him or her sight - if the two were each other's true loves, destined to be together.
By the time Blaine was eighteen, his blindfold still had yet to be untied. He tried not to let it bother him, but he knew there were others his age that already had sight. He couldn't help but feel that there was something wrong with him. There had to be someone out there for everyone, after all. Everyone received their sight eventually. But maybe not for him. Maybe he was the odd one out. Extra. Left over. Unwanted.
Instead of wallowing in self-pity, Blaine tried to focus most of his attention on his music. A few years ago, he'd formed an a capella group called the Warblers with several of his friends. Blaine usually sang lead, and although he would never admit it to the rest of the group, he preferred it that way. Actually singing was a much better outlet for his emotions than laying down random a capella harmonies in the background. And when he was singing, it didn't matter that he still had yet to receive his sight. Just the feeling of the music was enough.
But sometimes even music frustrated him, as was evidenced one fall afternoon at rehearsal. Sebastian had signed them all up to compete in some stupid talent show that was sponsored by the local blind community center, which aided those who had not yet received their sight and tried to make them feel like they were normal by hosting activities such as this – at least that's how Blaine saw it. He had to sing some dumb song about skin tight jeans and teenage dreams, which he was not looking forward to in the slightest.
"I don't understand," he sighed after they'd run through the number once, running one hand through his curly hair. His fingers brushed against the knot of the blindfold at the back of his head. "We're pretty much singing a song about being sexy, when the fact is we're all still blind and we have no clue what the hell 'sexy' even looks like. Not to mention, the people in the audience at this show are also going to be blind like us. So they won't know if we're sexy, either. It makes no sense."
"He has a point." Blaine heard Wes crack open a can of some calorie-laden energy drink as he spoke. "Besides, the lyrics are dumb."
Sebastian spoke up defensively, ignoring Wes's last comment. "You guys don't get it. It's not about what we look like, it's about our music. And yeah, most of these people who come to the show are going to be blind, but that just means we have to use our vocal talents to the best of our advantage. There's nothing that says we can't sound sexy."
Blaine flinched when he felt Sebastian suddenly throwing an arm over his shoulder as he continued. "Besides, I think Blaine can definitely pull this sexy thing off, don't you?"
"I guess so." When David spoke up, it sounded like his mouth was full. Blaine presumed he was eating; he always brought food to rehearsal. "But I agree with Wes. It's a pretty stupid song."
"Look, Sebastian, Blaine is our lead singer. If he doesn't want to sing this, we should at least let him pick another song," Nick suggested.
"Guys!" Blaine had to practically shout. "I don't want any more drama." There was a mumble of agreement. "I'll sing the song. I actually really like the harmonies, and you guys sound great on them. We might as well stick with it. Besides, I don't think we have time to pick another song and get it perfect by the time we perform next week."
The rest of them seemed to agree, so they stuck with it. After running through the song one more time, they decided to call it quits for the day.
"Same time tomorrow?" Jeff asked Blaine when they were all done.
"Same time tomorrow," Blaine repeated in response, making sure his voice was loud enough for everyone to hear.
He was gathering up his things, about to head out and catch the bus when suddenly someone spoke to him.
"Blaine. You got a minute?"
Blaine inhaled sharply and turned towards the sound of the voice. "God, Sebastian, stop scaring me like that. What do you need?"
"I wanted to talk to you about that whole 'sexiness' thing," Sebastian said. For whatever reason, Blaine felt his stomach sink. "To be honest, you're doing a great job, but I think you could sound even sexier."
Blaine bit his lip. He didn't like where this was going. "I'm sorry?"
"Have you ever had any kind of sexual experience with anyone?" Sebastian asked in response.
He shook his head, even though he knew the other boy couldn't see. "I'm still blind, Sebastian. The person who I want to share everything with…I haven't met them yet. So to answer your question, no."
The little voice in the back of Blaine's head was telling him to get out of there fast. Sebastian had been coming onto him like this more and more lately and Blaine didn't like it one bit. He backed away as he spoke.
"Y'know, if you want…," Sebastian's voice was low and made Blaine's heart start racing – and not in the good way. "I could help you out with that. We could—"
"No, Sebastian," Blaine said forcefully. "I'm not going to just throw myself away like that. I know what you're trying to do, and I don't like it. I don't like you. Not in that way, at least."
"How do you know you don't like me in that way when we've never even seen each other?" Sebastian countered.
Blaine sighed in defeat and hitched his bag over his shoulder.
"I just know you're not the one," he said quietly. "I have to go."
Without saying another word, he turned and walked out the door. The bus that was mostly utilized by those who were still blind and couldn't drive yet usually ran by right at the end of their rehearsal, so Blaine could catch it home. Today, though, he figured he'd probably missed it. Damn Sebastian and his inability to take a hint.
He walked down to the bench at the corner to wait for the next bus. The sound of traffic whizzed by around him; the faint hint of exhaust from the vehicles filled his nose. Being without sight had left Blaine especially keen to the rest of his senses. That wasn't necessarily a bad thing, but hardly a day went by when he wished he could just see things for once.
He pulled his knees up to his chest, curling himself into a little ball on the bench. Only one person in the world had the magic necessary to untie his blindfold and give him sight. Blaine wondered, as he often did, who that person was and what they were doing right now.
Kurt Hummel drew in a ragged breath as he picked the razor up with shaky fingers.
He tried not to think about what he was doing, even as he traced the tips of his fingers over the raised scars that criss-crossed the insides of his forearms between his elbow and wrist. He'd been doing this regularly for about two months now, ever since he'd decided to switch from being homeschooled – as many young people who were still blind were educated – to mainstreaming himself into real school. Some students who went to the local public school had already received their sight; others had not. The school had made special accommodations for those students like Kurt, who fit into the latter group. School itself wasn't so difficult. The people who went there were.
The insults came every single day, from blind and unblind alike.
You sound like such a fucking girl.
Nobody will ever unblind you. Nobody will ever love you.
The only way anyone can tell you're a boy is because of your name. That's it.
Why don't you do us all a favor and shut the fuck up?
Kurt, never one to want to intentionally offend anyone, had taken to never speaking unless he was spoken to. Teachers still called on him in class from time to time, and whenever he spoke up with an answer he could hear the snickers of several other students as he talked.
The only place he felt safe was in glee club. Three times a week, the group met after school to sing and share their mutual love for music. Sometimes Kurt would even get up and sing a solo, much to the delight of the other members. They all loved his voice and were unshy about telling him how beautiful it was. Kurt would graciously thank them as he felt his face grow warm with a blush, but he couldn't help wondering why none of them ever stood up for him outside of the choir room.
On Tuesdays and Thursdays, when glee club didn't rehearse, Kurt took the bus straight home after school. He would go up to his room and take out the razor he had hidden under his pillow. Then he would cut – one mark for each insult that had been hurled his way that afternoon. It was the only way he knew to release his inner pain when he couldn't sing.
He squeezed his eyes shut behind the blindfold, even though it made no difference, and touched the razor to the inside of his arm, feeling the cool press of the blade against his skin. Trying his best to clear his thoughts, he sliced three marks, one after another, below the crease of his elbow.
As the blood ran down his arms, Kurt reached up to his face with one trembling hand. He ran his fingers lightly over the smooth silk of his blindfold, towards the knot at the back of his head. Without even thinking about it, he gave it a light tug. The fabric didn't even budge.
He felt tears leaking out of his eyes, staining the fabric of the blindfold. Supposedly there was someone out there for everyone. Each and every human being would receive sight at some point in their existence. But it seemed impossible for Kurt to believe that when he was taunted and picked on every single day. Maybe whatever higher being that was responsible for his existence had forgotten to create someone special for him, too.
Did he really live in a perfect world, if people still couldn't respect him without being able to see him? Most of the time, his life was a living hell. Only when he sang did he feel that it was worth it to be alive at all.
Well, Kurt thought as he curled himself into a ball on his bed, perfection certainly seemed ugly.
"Blaine! Are you even listening to a word I'm saying?"
His mother's sharp voice snapped Blaine out of the reverie he'd floated into. He immediately turned his head towards the sound of her voice. "Yeah – um, sorry. Just daydreaming."
"You'll never get anywhere if you don't pay attention to what I'm trying to teach you," his mother responded exasperatedly. Blaine had always hated being homeschooled – now that it was becoming more and more common for blind students to attend public school, he really didn't see a point to it anymore, but he couldn't bring himself to ask his parents to let him make the transition.
"How old were you and Dad when you unblinded each other?" he asked out of the blue.
His mother seemed taken aback as she responded, but she answered him all the same. "He and I were sixteen. Why do you ask?"
"I dunno." Blaine shrugged as he ran his fingers absentmindedly over the raised dots on the page he was supposed to be reading, not really paying attention to what the words actually said. "I just feel like it's never gonna happen. So many kids have already met that person, y'know?"
"Your friends in that music group haven't been unblinded yet," his mother pointed out. As Blaine mentally ran through the list of his fellow Warblers, he realized she was right. "They're all your age, right?"
He sighed. "Yeah, but Jeff met this girl and he thinks she might be the one...same with David…but neither of them have made the move to unblind their partner yet. They're waiting for the right moment."
"As they should," his mother agreed. "There's no specific time limit on when you have to unblind each other, but it does make it more special to wait and get to really know each other before you take that step. That way, all that's left to know about them is what they look like."
Blaine considered this for a second. She made a very good point, but at the same time he couldn't help feeling anxious for when he would meet that person.
"I guess I just want to know who it is," he admitted. "I don't want to wait anymore."
His mother gave his hand a reassuring squeeze. "Don't stress yourself out about it," she told him. "When you meet that person, you'll just know. That's the best way I can explain it. You'll know."
Fortunately for Kurt, there was glee club rehearsal the next day. Unfortunately for Kurt, they didn't sing. Instead, Mr. Will Schuester, the teacher in charge of the club, began their rehearsal with an announcement.
"Guys, I have great news." His voice was teeming with excitement; Kurt took a moment to wonder if Mr. Schuester's idea of "great news" was at all similar to his own. "The blind community center is hosting a talent show next weekend. Since the majority of our club is blind, we're eligible to participate. I'd like us all to perform."
There was an excited murmur of contentment throughout the members of the club. Kurt stayed silent. He really had no reason to be excited about something like this. Mr. Schue would most likely have him sing backup vocals while Rachel Berry and Finn Hudson – who, after unblinding each other earlier this year, were the only members of the club to have received their sight – sang some sappy love duet. The only difference was that this time, they would be in front of an audience that Kurt wouldn't be able to see.
He heard Rachel's voice. Speak of the devil… "Mr. Schuester, I would like to make a suggestion. Seeing as how Finn and I are the only unblind members of the group, I think we should sing lead. It would create a much better visual dynamic for those few members of the audience who can see."
"Called it," Kurt mumbled under his breath. Nobody heard him.
"Actually, Rachel, I wasn't planning on having a duet," Mr. Schue explained. Kurt bit back a smile, even though he knew Rachel, Finn and Mr. Schue would be the only people in the room able to see it.
"Oh! That's perfectly all right, I had a great song in mind for my solo—"
"Rachel." Mr. Schue's voice was stern. "You're not singing lead."
"But-," she protested.
There was a smile in the teacher's voice as he continued. "I was thinking about having Kurt sing the lead for this, actually."
A near-collective gasp went up around the room. To Kurt's delight, it sounded more like an oh-my-goodness-what-a-great-idea gasp than a what-the-hell-are-you-thinking-Schuester gasp.
"Kurt?" Mr. Schue asked gently. "Would you like to do that?"
He opened his mouth but didn't respond. Every single day of his life, he was taunted for the way he sounded, and Schuester wanted him to get up onstage in front of God only knows how many people, to sing? Granted, most of the bullies at school usually made fun of his normal speaking voice, since they'd never heard him sing, so there was a difference there. Still.
But for whatever reason, he heard himself saying, "I would love to."
"Great." Schuester sounded sufficiently pleased. "It's settled. Kurt, congratulations on your first solo."
After finishing his lesson for the day, Blaine went to meet up with the rest of the guys for rehearsal – just like he did every single other day. As he rode the bus to Jeff's, where they'd been holding practice lately, he leaned his head against the cool glass of the window he couldn't see out of – why did they even put windows on a bus used mostly by blind people, anyway? – and thought deeply.
He was stuck in a rut. There was no denying that. Every day was the same: home school lessons with his mother, then Warblers practice with the guys, then sometimes he would stop and get a coffee on his way home, but he always ended up back at his house. As he felt the smooth motion of the bus as it rolled along, he couldn't help wondering if this was how it would always be. If he'd just be stuck in this repetition until his supposed soul mate came along some random day. He didn't see how it could be possible to meet the love of his life when said life was so redundant.
At rehearsal, he found himself going through the motions of yet another routine in his monotonous life. Granted, they had that talent show coming up, but that was about it. Other than that, Blaine really had nothing to look forward to.
For whatever reason, he found himself at the coffee shop after rehearsal, but he wasn't alone this time. Sebastian had asked him to go get coffee, and Blaine had agreed without really thinking. Part of him thought that having someone else accompany him might bring about some kind of change in this monotonous routine he cycled through day after day.
But the second they were seated with their coffee and Sebastian began to talk, Blaine wished he would have just taken the bus home instead.
"So can you tell me something?" Sebastian asked, then continued without waiting for Blaine to respond. "Why do you always try to avoid me?"
Blaine took a sip of his medium drip. "I'm here with you now, aren't I?" he acknowledged.
"You know what the hell I mean, Blaine," Sebastian shot back. His voice was borderline rude. "You seem so turned off by me. You won't even let yourself go and experiment a little bit; you won't even open your mind. Why is that?"
"Because first of all, I know exactly who you want me to 'experiment' with, and that's not happening," Blaine told him flatly. "Second, what makes you think I'm so attractive, anyway? You said it yourself just the other day – we've never even seen each other."
He heard Sebastian scooting his chair closer to Blaine's own. His fingers clenched nervously around his paper coffee cup.
"I've told you a million times. You're so sexy." Sebastian's voice was low. "Especially on Teenage Dream. It…it does things to me, Blaine. I've never been so turned on just by the sound of someone's voice before."
"Okay, first of all, all I get from that is that you're attracted to my voice. Not to me," Blaine pointed out. "Second, the feeling isn't mutual. Sebastian…you're a really cool guy, and an awesome friend, but I just don't feel that way about you." He shook his head, knowing full well that the other boy couldn't see. "Sorry."
"But it's not just your voice," Sebastian protested. "It's you. Everything about you. I can't explain it. This has to be how people feel when they've met the one, right?"
"It's not," Blaine explained. "It's just infatuation, trust me. I've felt it before." He let his mind wander back in time to Jeremiah, who he'd met the previous year and who had not reciprocated Blaine's feelings at all. "You can feel these things for me, but because I don't return your feelings, it's not meant to be. Besides, I've never heard of two men actually unblinding each other…or two women, for that matter." He took a sip of his coffee.
"I have," Sebastian insisted. "If it's possible to feel these things about someone of the same gender, even if it's unrequited, then it's possible for two men or two women to give each other sight. It only makes sense."
Blaine shook his head again. "No," he said. "It doesn't. Not to me, anyway. We're all just confused teenagers. We can't see the world around us. The only things we have to rely on are the rest of our senses. We can become intrigued by the way certain people talk or behave or even smell, but that doesn't mean we're destined to be with them. We're just simply trying to figure out what kinds of things we like. At the end of the day, men and women unblind each other. That's it. That's the only way I've ever heard of it happening."
He heard Sebastian scoot his chair back from the table. "All right, you've sufficiently pissed me off."
Blaine immediately stood up and started after him, trying to figure out from the sound of his voice where Sebastian was headed. "This isn't because I don't return your feelings, is it? Because that's a really stupid reason to get mad at me. This may not be what you want to hear, Sebastian, but I don't feel that way about you. I can't help it."
Sebastian scoffed. "No, it's not because of that. It's because you won't even open your mind to the possibility of something different happening." Blaine heard him begin to walk away, then there was a pause and the sound of his footsteps grew closer again. "Let me tell you something, Blaine Anderson. If you want to just sit around and expect some girl to come along and unblind you – because you can't bear the thought that it just might be a boy – then you're never going to see the light of day."
He heard Sebastian's footsteps start to retreat again, storming angrily off into the distance. This time, they didn't come back.
Blaine stood there alone for a long time. He couldn't help wondering, in the depths of the back of his mind, if by some chance Sebastian might be right.
Kurt rode home with Finn after glee club rehearsal that day. They lived together now – Kurt's father and Finn's mother had both lost their spouses many years ago and had recently found solace in each other. Kurt knew it wasn't the same for either of them – they had both been unblinded by their soul mates, and now that said soul mates were gone, nothing would ever compare. But Carole Hudson and Burt Hummel enjoyed each other's company, and besides, Kurt thought it was nice to have some type of motherly figure in his life.
But having Finn and Carole living with them now also meant that Kurt was the only member of their unconventional family who had yet to be unblinded. It wasn't so bad when it was just him and his dad, but now that there were two additional people living with them, he couldn't help feeling self-conscious about it most of the time.
At least Finn could drive him back to their house now, so Kurt didn't have to take the bus with the rest of the blind people anymore. For the entire duration of the ride, Finn chattered excitedly about the talent show and expressed his genuine happiness that Kurt had gotten the lead solo. Kurt mostly responded with one word answers and mm-hmms of agreement. He had gotten so used to not talking outside of glee club that sometimes it was hard to hold a simple conversation with the kid who had practically become his brother.
He had no way of knowing just how much talking he'd have to do when they got home.
The second he and Finn stepped into the house, Kurt heard his father's voice from somewhere not far away. He must have been waiting for them right in the front hallway. "Kurt. We need to talk."
Finn must have been trying to walk away, because his father's voice spoke up again. "Oh, no, don't you go anywhere. This has to do with you, too."
Kurt felt a hand wrap around his upper arm and tried to relax as Finn led him over to the couch. His knees were shaking as he sat down.
"What's wrong?" he asked warily. One of the things he hated about situations like this was the fact that he could never tell where everyone else in the room was sitting. Were they all relatively close, or did they have him sitting on the couch by himself while they all stared at him judgmentally from across the room?
Carole began. Her voice sounded gentle. "Kurt, honey, your dad and I were worried…"
She trailed off, apparently waiting for Burt to pick up, which he did. "Why the hell was there blood on your sheets when I went upstairs this morning?"
Kurt practically felt his heart stop. He was usually so good about grabbing tissues to hold to his arms right away while he was bleeding, but yesterday he must have accidentally gotten blood on the sheets somehow. He scrambled for an explanation.
"I…uh, I stubbed my toe yesterday," he lied. "Just banged it on the edge of the wall, right in my room." It wasn't a total lie. Running into things when nobody was around to help guide him was not uncommon. "And I went to sit on my bed; I guess I didn't realize it was bleeding." He hesitated for a moment as he realized that he didn't know just how much blood could be seen on the sheets. "Why? Is there a lot?"
"Not a lot, but enough for me to be able to tell that you were bleeding," his father explained. "I was really worried, kid."
Finn spoke up all of a sudden. "Wait, so why am I here?"
"We just wanted to make sure nothing was going on with Kurt that you weren't telling us about," Carole explained gently. "You know Burt and I both trust you very much to help him out, we wanted to be sure you knew everything was okay."
"I'm fine," Kurt insisted, but all he could hear in his head was Dave Karofsky's sneering whisper from earlier that day: You think anyone's gonna unblind you, Hummel? Nobody will know what to do with you because you sound like such a chick.
His father was silent for a moment. "Okay," he said finally. "But if anything happens to you, Kurt, I want you to come tell me right away. I remember being blind…running into stuff all the time…it's dangerous. I don't want you hurting yourself."
For some reason, Kurt couldn't help but get the feeling that there was something else implied - something his father wasn't telling him. But he didn't acknowledge this; instead, he tried his best to smile and said, "Okay."
When Kurt went up to his room, Burt kept Carole and Finn down in the living room to continue their conversation.
"I don't know why the hell he expects us to believe that, but let me tell you something. Kurt didn't 'stub his toe,'" Burt told them. "I found a razor under his pillow."
Carole gasped and clamped one hand over her mouth. Finn flinched and stared ahead in disbelief.
"I didn't bring it up to him just now in front of you two because I think this should be a private discussion between him and I. The only reason I had him sit down with us just now was because I wanted to see what he would say," Burt explained. "I took the razor. I just hope to God he doesn't have any more hidden up there. I was so shocked from finding the first one that it didn't really enter my mind to check for more."
Carole turned to her son. "Do you have any idea why he might be doing this?"
Finn looked at the ground.
"Do you?" Burt prodded.
"Maybe," Finn said to the floor.
"Finn, what's going on?" Burt demanded.
There was nothing left to do but spill all the details of the torture Kurt endured every day at school, so that's exactly what Finn did. He couldn't bear to look at either his mother or Burt, so he kept his eyes down the whole time. When he was done, a heavy silence hung in the air before Carole spoke.
"Haven't you done anything to help him?" she scolded gently. "Kurt's so much more vulnerable than you are because he's still blind. He doesn't need to be ignored by people who care about him in a situation like this."
Burt, on the other hand, was red in the face and seething with rage. To Finn's relief, Kurt's father didn't acknowledge the same thing as Carole.
"I'm calling the school," he spat. "I want those assholes away from my son. I don't want them near him. And I want—"
"Burt," Carole cut him off softly. "I don't think that's a good idea. If you try to keep them away, they'll only go out of their way to find Kurt and make his life even more miserable. I think you need to have a talk with him about the razor you found, but don't try to interfere with anything going on at school. Like I said, that will only make it worse."
Burt let out a deep sigh and shook his head. "So much for a perfect world," he muttered dejectedly.
Finn bit his lip and wished the floor could open up and swallow him. His mother was right – he should have stood up for Kurt. So many times, he saw his friend getting pounded with insults and he never did anything about it. He never forgot the pain that hung over Kurt's expression every time. It was times like that when Finn was glad Kurt was still blind – the red cloth over his eyes hid most of the pain. For whatever reason, Kurt seemed like the type that would have every single emotion reflected in his eyes.
"I'm sorry," he said after a long time. "Next time I see it happening, I'll stop it. I swear."
Burt, too shaken to be upset about the fact that Finn had neglected the problem thus far, bowed his head humbly. "Thank you."
Finn nodded and tried not to let his remorse show on his face for not having done something sooner.
When Blaine arrived at Jeff's house for Warblers rehearsal later that afternoon, a voice spoke up before he could even announce his presence.
"Blaine?" It was David. Blaine wondered how he'd been able to tell who it was. Whenever one of them arrived, they usually called out and said I'm here just so everyone would know, because obviously none of them would be able to tell who had just walked in the door.
"Yeah," Blaine responded. "It's me, what's up?"
He heard footsteps; David must have been walking closer.
"Blaine," his friend said again, an unmistakable smile in his voice. "I can see."
Blaine's jaw dropped, but he couldn't help letting a huge smile take over his face. David was the first of the Warblers to have gained his sight, and Blaine was genuinely happy for him – not just because of that, but because he'd known David since the two of them were five and now considered him to be the brother he'd never had.
"Are you serious?" he asked incredulously. "That's amazing!"
"Yeah, Adrienne and I unblinded each other last night," David said, an even bigger smile evident in his voice when he referred to the girl he'd been dating for quite some time. "I…I don't even know how to describe it, Blaine. Incredible is such an understatement. I feel like I'm finally living, y'know?"
"I'm so happy for you," Blaine told him sincerely, then opened his arms. "C'mere, I need a hug."
It wasn't long before he felt himself being squeezed into a hug. The tension between himself and Sebastian yesterday at the coffee shop was completely gone from his mind. Right now, all Blaine could focus on was how happy he was for David. Knowing that one of his close friends had their sight now gave him a renewed sense of hope that maybe there was someone out there for him after all.
"At least now one of us can see how sexy we actually are," Blaine cracked when they broke away.
"Oh, please, Sebastian doesn't know what he's talking about half the time," David responded flatly. His tone suddenly changed as he continued and Blaine felt his heart stop at his friend's next words.
"Besides, you might be closer to finding your soul mate than you think."
Chapter 2 coming soon! :)
Like I said at the beginning…first time writing fantasy, so please review! I'm always open for comments and suggestions!