Chapter 5

Blaine's POV~Dad just dropped me off in the front of the building and waved. He didn't tell me when he would be back, where he was going. Great. I was suppose to go back to work today after seeing Mr. Hummel, but if I don't have ride, I'm not going.I stuffed my hands in my pocket and walked through the front door, smiling over at the receptionist in the lobby.Walking towards the door under the "Making Life Easier" sign, I saw Hummel's receptionist, Linda, typing away at her computer. She looked up from over her glasses and smiled at me, waving.

"Hello." I signed.She handed me a clipboard telling me to sign in as she pressed the intercom button on the phone. I signed in and place the clipboard back on her desk and walked over to sit in the red velvet fabric colored chairs. I looked down at my watch. 8:10 it read. They let me in right away when I got here yesterday. What is taking so long? I saw the front door swing open from the corner of my eye, causing me to turn and look. Mr. Hummel was coming in carrying 3 coffees, 2 donut bags, a satchel and a bunch of papers.I watched as him and Linda exchanged words. Mr. Hummel handed Linda a cup of coffee and a donut bag and walked towards his office door.

"Kurt" I saw Linda say.He swiftly turned around seeing Linda pointing in my direction. As he turned towards me, his eyes bulged, seeing me sitting there. With his free hand, he waved me over to follow him.I slowly stood up, looking over at Linda with a confused look. She just smiled and laughed turning back to her donut bag.

I shut the door behind me, walking in and standing next to the couch.I watched as he ran around his room, getting organized. He quickly sipped his coffee and threw it in the trash can, grabbing the other one and taking a sip of that before walking over and sitting down across from me. I slowly sunk down into the couch.He smiled tiredly.His eyes wondered around the chair looking for something.He held up his index finger and stood up, walking back over to his desk. When he came back he had two whiteboards and two markers in hand.He sat back down, handing me a board and marker, and began writing.

"Sorry I'm so late and disorganized. I don't usually have appointments this early. I see you forgot your whiteboard?"

"Yeah. Sorry about that. My plan was to go to work after this, but my Dad just dropped me off and left. I don't know when he'll be back. I forgot my board in the back of his car." I wrote, shrugging.

He nodded.

"How long is this session going to be?" I wrote.

"Well I don't have another appointment until 11. And since you don't have anything to do, want to go till 11?" He asked.

"Sounds good to me." I wrote.He went back to the white board and scribbled for a little bit.When he turned the board back around, it was a drawing of a thumbs up emoji. He laughed, putting the board back down and walking over to his desk, grabbing his coffee.

"What are we learning today?" I wrote.He walked back over, coffee in hand, grabbed his marker and scribbled down"Basic Conversation" onto my board.

*10:30*

"How do you feel about this?" Mr. Hummel signed.

"Good. This is easier than I thought." I replied.

He reached over to the end of the table and grabbed the board and wrote"I still want you to carry this around with you. 1, not many people know sign. And 2, you don't know every sign. Okay?" I nodded.

"What kind of coffee do you drink?"  I asked.

"Non-Fat Grande Mocha" he wrote.I nodded, remembering that.

"What are we learning tomorrow?"

"Music." I looked at him questioningly.

"It'll be easier for you at work."

"Thanks." I signed.I grabbed the whiteboard that was sitting next to me and began writing.

"Can I stay in here until your next client comes, Mr. Hummel?"

"Of course. And please, it's Kurt."

"Can I go to the Music Room, Kurt?"

"Yeah. Go ahead."

I stood up, walking back into the room I was in yesterday. I used to have a music room. It was just like this, maybe even a bit bigger. But then I moved into a smaller apartment so that I was closer to work. It's still a pretty big place, just not big enough for a music room.I walked over to the piano, trailing my fingers against the edge of it, and onto the black and white keys. Sitting down on the stool, I took a deep breath, closed my eyes and began to play. I remember when I first learned to play this. It was the reason I wanted to learn to play the piano in the first place. Canon in D Major. It's such a beautiful piece.As my fingers danced along the keys I could hear the song playing along in my head. It was like I was hearing it for the first time all again.

I would give anything to just hear this piece one more time.I would give anything to hear at all. I felt a tear escape my eyes as I continued to play. More flowed down my cheeks.Why is this my life?I'm going to loose everything. Everything I've worked so hard for. All I wanted to do was the make music. How am I suppose to do that if I can't even hear what I'm doing anymore?!I can't make a living anymore. No one is going to want to be apart of a record deal when their top dealer is deaf.This is it for me.The end of my career.The end of my everything.I went into this business so that I could eventually make my own music.And now I'll never be able to do that.What if I can't get this surgery to fix my hearing.What if nothing works out.I'm going to be nothing.

My hands fell off the keys as I buried my hands into them and sobbed. I felt a pair of arms wrap around my body and pull me up from the bench, leading me out the door and onto the couch.Suddenly the presence was gone, and then it was back again.They wrapped me up in their arms and held me as I cried, rubbing my back soothingly. I eventually fell asleep.

Kurt's POV~"Linda. Push all of my appointments back one hour. I will not be available for a while." I said poking my head out of my office.

"Kurt-" Linda began.

"Please. Just do it." I begged. She nodded her head.I walked back into my office and shut the door, resting my eyes on a crying curled up Blaine on the couch. I walked back over to him and sat down, wrapping him into my arms and letting him cry, rubbing soothing circles on his back.Eventually he fell asleep.

I slowly removed myself from beneath him and walked over to my desk, opening the bottom drawer and pulling out a blanket. I usually only use this when I'm buried in paper work and end up spending the night here, but I'll let him use it.I walked back over to Blaine and draped the blanket over him, he stirred gently and then fell back into a deep sleep.

I walked over towards my filing cabinets and pulled out Blaine's file, shutting the drawer and walking over to my desk chair, sitting down.I pulled my office phone closer to me as I dialed a number.*ring ring ring ring*Come on, pick up.*ring ring-*

"Hello?" A voice answered over the phone.

"Hi, Mr. Anderson? This is Kurt Hummel, Blaine's sign language teacher. I just wanted to let you know that Blaine has just fallen asleep over here. You don't have to pick him up today, I get out a bit earlier so I can just drop him back off at home." I said quietly, even though I knew Blaine couldn't hear me.

"Is everything okay, Mr. Hummel?" He asked with concern.

"Please, call me Kurt. And I let him play on the piano, next thing I know he's crying, so I pulled him over to the couch and let him cry. Eventually he fell asleep."

"Playing the piano always makes him emotional. Was it Canon in D Major?"

"Yes, sir"

"I figured. Well you did the right thing by calling me, Kurt. Thank you. Please bring him come safe."

"Of course." I said hanging up the phone. I laid back in my chair, shutting my eyes and letting out a loud sign. I looked back up to see the blanket fall off of Blaine's shoulders. I slowly walked back over to him and kneeled down, pulling it back up on his shoulders. I took a second to admire him sleeping. He looks so at peace. Every angry, smile and stress line where faded away. He was relaxed and at peace. It really was a beautiful sight. I unintentionally moved my arm and brushed a curl out of his face, smiling as I got up and sat down in the chair across from him.

Maybe Mercedes was right. Maybe I do like him?

I sat there and pulled my knees in close, looking at the way he was perfectly curled up on the couch.Yep. She was defiantly right.I think I have a crush on Blaine Anderson.

~A/NThis is a realllllllllyyyyy long chapter I think *is actually only 10 words*.Until Next Time...