Been awhile since I wrote a prompt. Welcome back, blind!Laura AU.
The mood is different than when you introduced Carmilla to your dad. It was nervous, but also excited. Now you can just feel the fear radiating off Carmilla as she tapped the steering wheel.
“Carm, baby, you are a nervous wreck. What’s wrong?”
“How can you tell?”
“I tap my fingers when I’m nervous, yeah, yeah, I get it.” Carmilla snaps. You fold your hands in your lap.
You feel a hand running through your scalp. “…Babe, I’m sorry. It’s just–I mean, you know how much I hate my family.”
“You like your sister, though.”
“I know, and if this party wasn’t for her I wouldn’t be going.”
You take Carmilla’s hand from your hand, holding it in your lap. “If they’re your family, I’m sure I’ll find something to like.”
“Don’t speak too soon, Cupcake.” The car comes to a stop. “Okay, we’re here. I should probably tell you one more thing?”
“I kind of…neglected to mention that I was dating you until yesterday.”
You smile. “Hey, as long as they aren’t surprised to see me, right?”
“About that…” She trails off. You tilt your head.
“Carm, they know I’m blind, right?”
She doesn’t answer.
“Carmilla you didn’t tell them?”
“Well, might as well get it over with! Let’s go!” Carmilla gets out of the car and you follow her, grabbing your cane.
“Carmilla, answer my question!”
“Let me worry about it, Laura.”
“Oh my God, so help me I will break up with you right–”
“And you must be Laura!”
“Hiiiii Miss Karnstein! Or Mattie. I’m sorry, but I can’t tell which. Because I’m blind. You know, I can’t see? Since I’m blind. Not sure if Carm told you that. But, nice to meet you.”
You hold out a hand until Carm presses lightly on your back.
“Cool it, Cupcake,” she whispers in your ear, “And that was my mom.”
“How’d she look?” You ask as you walk in.
“…Let me worry about that, Laura.”
“Will, Mattie, my girlfriend Laura. Mother, I know you just met her.”
You really wish you could see their reactions to you right now.
“Dude, you’re seriously dating a blind girl–OW!”
“Leave it alone, William.”
“Carmilla, that is no way to treat your little brother!”
“Or a guest, unappealing as you may find her. To be fair to Millie.” An unfamiliar says. Mattie, you guess.
“Look…guys, yes. She is blind. Can we please let it drop?”
“Let it drop? Carmilla, you neglect to tell me you are dating this woman for two years. And when you finally tell me, you decide to neglect to tell me this?”
You’re starting to feel like a puppy Carm is trying to convince her parents to keep.
“Mother, I will date whoever I want. I don’t need your preapproval. Ever think that this reaction was why I didn’t want to say anything?”
“You can’t blame us for being a bit shocked when she walked in with that.”
The cane, you guess. Okay. You’ve had enough of just standing there.
“I don’t need the cane,” you answer.
“No, I really don’t. See? I can get around as well as all of you. Really. Let’s just pretend I’m not blind, okay? Carm’s sister is celebrating her birthday today. Let’s focus on that.”
You take two steps.
And then fall flat on your face.
“…There’s a step there, babe.”
You get up. “I’m fine.” You reach a hand out and feel someone’s face.
Why are you such a mess today?
“Uh, you know this is my face, right?”
“Sorry, Will, right?” You retract your hand and blush.
“Well, Millie, you really got yourself a keeper there,” Mattie says dryly. You hear the scrape of a chair as, you guess, she sits down. “Clearly such an independent woman.”
You grit your teeth. “Who do you think–”
“Okay, let’s not let this ruin my oldest’s birthday.” Miss Karnstein said in a sing song voice, pulling another chair out. “You. Sit down. The chair is–”
“I heard it, thank you.”
You sit down and feel an arm snake around your waist.
“I’m sorry,” Carmilla whispers. She presses your cane into your hand underneath the table, “But don’t get yourself hurt over it, please?”
You squeeze her hand and smile. “Thanks,” you mouth. She’s right. It’s best to just enjoy the dinner. Your hands hover over the table in front of you, the tips of your fingers brushing over the plates and utensils so that you know where everything is.
“…So, Carmilla, how did you and Laura meet?”
“A blind date.” Carmilla answers.
You hear a snicker.
“Will, you little punk, shut up.”
You definitely don’t like Will.
“Carmilla, that is no way to talk to your brother.”
And you also don’t like Carmilla’s Mom.
“In all fairness, I am sure they’re getting rather tired of that particular bit of irony.”
You aren’t sure if you hate Mattie. She’s unpleasant, at the very least.
“Oh, come on, it’s funny,” Will answers.
You keep your head down. For Carm’s sake you’ll stay quiet. Plus, he’s just some snotty sixteen year old kid.
“Hey, sis, I have a question,” Will continues, “What convinced you to go on a date with a blind girl you don’t even know?”
“For your information, I didn’t even know she–” Carmilla stops.
“And you didn’t even dump her once you found out?”
Your palms slam on the table.
“I. Am. Standing. Right. Here.” You snap.
“I am blind, not deaf.”
“Hey, I’m just wondering. Not like she doesn’t have a ton of options. You may not notice, but Carmilla could date anyone she–”
You swing your cane. It’s a lucky hit; you could only hear Will but you got him right on the head. You hear a clatter and you realize the cane broke.
“Will!” Miss Karnstein exclaimed.
“Relax, the cane is really flimsy. She didn’t hit him that hard!” Carmilla said.
“Fuck, sugar-puss, your girlfriend is crazy!”
You’re sure any attempt at getting in her family’s good graces won’t work now.
“Carm, where’s your room?”
“Carmilla, don’t even…I need to get out of here. Please tell me where your room is.”
You hear Carmilla sigh. “Up the stairs, go straight.”
You stumble awkwardly through the house, keeping a hand on the wall. You feel so lost without the cane. You hate strangers’ houses. You hate this one especially. No wonder it took you so long to meet Carmilla’s family. As you grope your way up the stairs and then hit the door, you grasp the doorknob and turn. It opens and you once again feel around and find a bed. You fall into it and cry.
Your eyes don’t do tears, but you make all the customary noises and shuddering breathes. At least you can pretend you were never crying. That’s the last thing you need.
The doorknob turns again and you sit up. “C-Carmilla?”
“No, but it’s nice to see you.”
“Yes, it is. Now,” you feel Mattie’s weight shifting the mattress. She’s next to you. “That was some stunt you pulled.”
“Look, I know you hate me, and now you’re not even irrational for hating me ‘cause I attacked your brother, so please just leave me–”
Mattie starts laughing. “Darling, he may be my brother, but do you know how many times I’ve wanted to hit him over the head? Besides, the only thing you’ve hurt is his ego. Here,” Mattie presses a glass in your hand, “Water.”
You take a cautious sip. “…Where is Carm?”
“Having a very heated argument with Mother and William. Using lots of words like ‘ableism’ and ‘privilege’ and whatnot. It’s rather impressive. I’ve never seen Millie this passionate about anything in here life.”
“Except maybe Joan Jett,” you mutter, and Mattie laughs again.
“Yes, except maybe that. The point is, you may not be the brightest girl, but you’re certainly not fragile. In the future, however, you may want to bring an extra cane in case Will gets annoying again.”
You can’t help it; you laugh. “Thank you. I can see why Carmilla loves you so much.”
“Well, she’s the only member of the family I find tolerable, so.”
You sit with Mattie in companionable silence as you listen to the sounds of Carmilla and her Mother screaming at each other downstairs.