A/N: Heyo all you people out there who have nothing better to do than read my crappy fan fiction, this happens to be my very first fan fiction EVER! So I apologize if it's kinda bad. Constructive criticism is appreciated except for if you're harping on me because this is a Slash story.

Rating: T+ for language & flashbacks

Warnings: Contains mental and emotional disorders I apologize if it triggers anyone.

Spoilers: none that I can think of.

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee though that would be freaking' awesome.


"Blaine"

"Uhhhhh."

"Get up, Blaine"

"Go way. Wanna sleep"

"Blaine Everett Anderson, I swear to god if you don't get up right now than I will publish the video of you singing "Peacock" on YouTube."

My eyes shot open and I turned towards the annoying voice that belonged to my roommate and best friend, Wesley Montgomery, wondering how the hell he caught me doing that. Don't get me wrong I love Katy Perry and her music but some things are better left private. Oh well, at least he didn't find my frankenfurter costume.

I rolled to face my clock. It was 7:30 AM. "Shit!" I yelled "I'm late shit why didn't you wake me up Wes?"

"That's what I've been trying to do for the last ten minutes dude. I got your case file for you, and a bagel. Now get your ass in gear and go meet your patient."

"Alright already", I grumbled pulling on my standard issue Dalton Mental uniform. "Can you read me my case file?"

"Alright, it says here that your patients name is Kurt E. Hummel, age 17, he suffers from severe depression. It says here that he was admitted after his stepmother and father died in a brutal car accident and his stepbrother has been admitted here as well."

"Great", I muttered "Guess I'll go then". I made my way down to room 345 and knocked quietly. I heard a tentative "come in".

"Hello, Kurt my name is Blaine and I will be your new nurse and psychologist for a f-", I stuttered as I looked up and saw Kurt's face for the first time, "for a few weeks." He nodded and went back to staring out of the window at the rain. I took in his striking profile. His skin was porcelain colored and almost see-through. He seemed small and shrunken in appearance his bones poking through his skin.

"What are you staring at?" a soft voice whispered, I zoned back in and realized it was Kurt speaking. I hadn't even seen his lips move, "What are you staring at?" he repeated voice rising, he was borderline yelling now.

"N-nothing", I stammered

"Really, you're looking at me like I'm some freak! Haven't you ever seen a gay boy before?"

"I see one every time I look in the mirror. Please forgive me for staring it's just I've never seen anyone that looks like you." I said

"Should I take that as a compliment?" His voice back to a sweet, angelic whisper. I could listen to it all day. Wait what? Where did that come from? I only met the guy like 15 minutes ago and already I want to spend more time with him. He was a patient! My patient and I couldn't let our relationship progress as anymore then friends. Wait now I was calling it a relationship? Cheesus I needed to snap out of it.

Kurt looked on unaware of the internal battle of my morals. He turned back to the window and resumed watching the rain fall outside. Right then the orderly, my other best friend David Thompson, wheeled in to bring Kurt his morning meds. On his way out he whispered "Good luck getting any words out of him. I've been here a month longer than you and he has yet to say a word to me."

Huh, if he hasn't spoken to David then why did he speak to me? I shook away this train of thought and focused on my first psychiatry session with Kurt. "Kurt can you come sit on your bed please?" I asked closing the door. As soon as he had gotten himself settled I sat in the chair next to him and steepled my fingers.

"Don't stare to hard; I might get the wrong idea." Kurt whispered. I flushed red. "Not at all. When you said 'get the wrong idea' were you implying that you had before?"

Kurt blushed an almost edible shade of pink before whispering "Once, with my step-brother Finn."

"Really? Well this will make an intriguing addition to the Dalton gossip mill. Do tell." I said turning sideways in my chair. Kurt almost smiled at me the corners of his mouth twitching.

"Well if you're so keen to know then I simply must tell you!" He said giggling slightly, it sounded like pure music. "I had an enormous crush on Finn before our parents got together. He was always helping me you know? I got bullied a lot at my old school but that's another story, and he didn't exactly stop it either nor did he contribute to it he just let me take off my designer McQueen jacket before the other jocks tossed me in the dumpster."

"That's awful Kurt really." He shrugged and continued

"You get used to it. Anyway I thought that he liked me so in an effort to make him realize that he did, I went to back-to-school night with my father to make sure he didn't eat anything bad. Finn's mother was easily recognizable (they both had the same bad fashion sense) I walked up to her pulling my dad with me, I introduced them and they started dating a few days later."

"So what made you stop having a crush on Finn?" I asked genuinely curious

"Well a few months in Finn and Carole moved in with us and Finn and I had to share a room. He kind of sort of freaked out on me."

"What do you mean?"

"He told me that he knew about how I felt about him and that he would never feel the same way I did. Then he indirectly called me a Fag and my dad kicked him out. I had always known this deep down but I didn't want to be alone." He finished looking down at his hands his shoulders shaking with repressed sobs.

"Oh Kurt." I whispered wrapping my arms around him and holding him as he cried himself out.

As I held him one thought came back to my mind. Kurt didn't speak to people. So why did he speak to me?

"Kurt?" "Hmm?"

"I was told that you didn't really talk to people. So why did you talk to me?"

"You seemed like you were worth talking to.", he said like it was the most obviouus thing in the world.


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