What The Blind Can Hear And The Deaf Can See
Kurt held onto his walking stick, sliding it side to side in front of him. He stopped and tilted his head, lifting his nose as he shook his head. “You smell like craigslist.” He said but nobody said anything back. He tilted his head and heard a ‘click’click’click.’ Noise. He spun and decided to just go forward to get his coffee until a robotic voice sounded out. “Yes. And you look like Vogue Trash Issue 69.”
Kurt froze and spun. “Excuse me?”
‘click’click’click’
“What? Can’t take an insult from a fellow cripple?”
“Listen Stephen Hawking. You are a cunty little bitch and I don’t get talked down to.”
“Speak slower, I can’t read your lips. Also, I’m taller than you, deaf, not in a wheel chair. I’m also hotter.” That hit Kurt in the gut with the power of it’s words. Kurt was blind, he couldn’t tell how good he looked. Or how bad.
Suddenly there was a hand on his waist. “Kurt.” It was Rachel. “Ignore him, you look lovely today as always. I got your coffee, let’s go sit down.”
“He’s being rude Rachel.”
“As were you. Let’s just… ignore him.” Kurt nodded along with her as they walked to their table. Sebastian smirked, eyeing the males body. God he wanted the boy, he just had to find out how to get him to love him without using his sex appeal.