A/N: I really enjoyed writing this (It's the longest part 1 i have ever written) It's completely different to anything that i have ever read or written myself. So I'm excited about it.

The chapters will be split into 2, one chapter will be in Kurt's POV and the next will be in Blaine's.

Warnings: This is completely AU! I've taken our boys and popped them into my own little messed up world.

This story contains OCD behaviour, Violence, Sex, Swearing... A lot of nasty things. You have been warned.

Thank you to Shelly who worked really hard being my beta for this story and coming up with the amazing title; Into the Hurricane. Neither of us are sure of the tenses in this story, I suck with tenses and I confused Shelly a bit so if anyone has any idea where I am going wrong with the tenses can you please help :D

Enough of my ramblings... on with the story.

Chapter 1 - Kurt

The room's bright; white walls with no personal touches, white bed sheets folded strictly over the small metal frame against the corner of the room, a small white chest of drawers against the other wall. It's home. It's plain. It's safe. Kurt taps his feet against the cold tiled floor. One. Two. Three taps and he stands up. He walks to his chest of the draws slowly. Open. Close. Open. Close. Open. Close. He opens it again and takes out a white tee, he closes the drawer and opens it again three times. Always three times. He repeats this as he gets his trousers out, blue jeans that don't scratch his legs. He doesn't like it when things scratch his skin. He gets his boxers out. White. Clean. He can smell the washing detergent on his clothes. He breathes it in. Tells himself that it's all clean. No dirt. He lays his outfit on his made bed, stares at them. He doesn't miss colour. His dad tells him about the flamboyant clothes that he used to wear. It wasn't him. He wouldn't wear leather. Leather sweats. Leather smells. Leather is dirty. He would never wear knitted sweaters down to his knee. Dirt gets trapped in the wool. The material rips apart. No. That wasn't him.

Kurt spends an hour in the shower. He washes himself three times. He washes his hair three times. He counts to three once he turns the shower off before getting out. He dries himself and gets dressed. He opens the door, closes it, opens, closes, opens, closes it, opens it and walks out. He looks at the clock, almost seven am. He's early today. He frowns, what hadn't he done? He goes through his routine, his hands scratching at his skin. He's forgotten to do something. Something bad will happen to him now, he's forgotten something. His hand comes to his mouth quickly. He remembers and rushes to the bathroom. Opens the door. Closes the door. Opens. Closes. Opens. Closes. He rushes in and brushes his teeth. He forces the bristles against his gums, on his tongue, makes sure his teeth are clean. He rinses his mouth and he hears knocking on the door. His name is called. He rushes out. Rushes back to the door. Repeats the opening and closing of the door three times and runs a hand through his hair. 7:05. He's late. His door opens and he stares as his mentor walks in. "Kurt, are you okay?"

"I'm late!" Kurt says, his voice coming out in a high pitched panic. "The breakfast line moved two minutes ago. I'm late."

"Shh. Kurt it's okay." His mentor, Charlie is a middle aged man with nice brown eyes, he's friendly and he is one of the only workers who gets Kurt to talk. "We're doing something different today, remember we spoke about breaking your routine."

"Breakfast line will be over in ten minutes." Kurt says rocking on his feet. His belly should be rumbling now, he's sure he's hungry. "Nine minutes now."

"I have your breakfast here." Charlie holds up a brown paper bag. "Remember, breaking the routine."

"Is it clean? It's Thursday, I have bread and cereal on Thursday."

"It's a breakfast bun. It's in the packet, Susie put it in the bag. You like Susie."

"She uses hand sanitizer just as much as me." Kurt nods, staring at the bag. "I can't eat from a bag."

"We're going to eat in my office. We have a new boy joining us today, he's going to be next door to you." Charlie explains. Kurt looks to the wall on his left and frowns. "I know you like the quiet but there's no other rooms left."

"He'll need a room." Kurt sighs crossing his arms. "Seven minutes."

"You don't need the breakfast line remember." Charlie holds up the bag again and Kurt nods slowly. "Okay, you ready to go?"

"I don't need a jacket. It's not cold." Kurt says as he walks forward.

"That's right." Charlie smiles and leads Kurt out of the room, watching with a fond smile as Kurt opens and closes his door three times. "We're going to work on doing things only two times soon."

"No. Three." Kurt says and walks along the hallway, he doesn't touch the walls. They're dirty. The cleaner cleans the floors. He doesn't touch the walls. Charlie nods slowly, he can tell Kurt isn't in a good mood to try today. "Who is the new boy?"

"His name is Blaine," Charlie says softly. "I think he needs a friend."

"He won't want me as a friend. No one does." They get to the door to Charlie's office and Charlie opens the door. Kurt watches the door, stares at the handle and looks at Charlie. "Do you know how much bacteria is on that handle? The cleaner doesn't clean it. I've seen him."

"I know, you told me yesterday." Charlie says softly. "Want to close it?"

"Dirty." Kurt mumbles. Charlie closes it once and Kurt stares at the door, his stomach aching, hands itching. It's not closed properly. It needs to be opened. Secrets will float out. People will know. He scrambles to the door, opens it, closes it, opens it, closes it, opens it, closes it. It's closed now. He stares at his hands. They're dirty. "I don't have it!" Kurt says loudly, startling Charlie who is shaking hands with a man that had been sitting patiently at his desk. Kurt hadn't even noticed him, and he hadn't noticed the young boy standing awkwardly beside him.

"What don't you have, Kurt?" Charlie asks, a little worried. Kurt hasn't freaked out like this in a long time.

"Hand sanitizer. I touched the handle. It's dirty." Kurt rambled, his eyes fixated on his hands.

"It's okay. I have some." Charlie grabs a new bottle from his drawer and walks over to Kurt, squeezing a generous amount on his hands, and watching as Kurt scrubs his hands. He doesn't stop until they're red raw, but Charlie doesn't stop him until he is finished. "Better?"

"Better." Kurt nods and looks up at the boy who is watching him like a hawk.

"I'm not staying here!" The boy says looking at the man Kurt assumed was his father. They both had crazily curly hair, only the boy had so much gel in his hair that his curls weren't bouncy like his dad's. "You can't expect me to stay with these freaks."

"Blaine!" His father snapped. "They're not freaks, they have issues, just like you. You're staying here until you're better. Charlie thinks this is best for you."

"Charlie just wants me here so i can please him twenty four hours a day." Blaine smirks. Kurt doesn't like the smirk. He doesn't like Blaine.

"That is enough. I will come and see you in a week. You can phone me if you need me," His father stands and looks at Charlie almost desperately.

"Say bye to your dad, Blaine." Charlie says. Kurt thinks he sounds like he's talking to a child. But Blaine is acting like one so that's okay.

"Please dad, don't leave me." Blaine whispers. "I'll be better."

"I'll see you in a week, you can call me whenever you want, okay?" He rubs his son's shoulder and Kurt misses his dad. It's nearly Saturday. That makes him smile. Kurt doesn't hear what else Blaine has to say, he's too busy thinking about seeing his dad. Blaine's father says something to him, Kurt waves awkwardly and watches him close the door.

"Blaine, this is Kurt. He's going to be your guide today." Charlie says and looks at Kurt slowly. "It's going to be fun, isn't it?"

"I doubt that." Kurt says and walks forward, he sits on the chair and rests his hands on his lap. "I've missed breakfast now."

"You have your breakfast here." Charlie puts his bag in front of him and puts an identical bag beside it. "And so has Blaine. Now you can have breakfast here, get to know each other."

"How about we say goodbye to him and me and you get to know each other a little more, Charlie," Blaine whispers leaning forward against Charlie, a hand reaches out to Charlie's belt buckle and Kurt gasps. What the Hell was Blaine doing?

"Blaine." Charlie took his hand and pushed it away. "Sit down and eat your breakfast." Blaine pouts but sits down, he looks at Kurt and smirks again. Kurt ignors him, opens his breakfast and stares at the wrapping, it looked clean. Susie was a clean lady. He opens it and breaks it into pieces before starting to eat. All the while ignoring Blaine who was watching him intently. He knew today wouldn't be fun, and there was no way he was going to be friends with him.