Lima Instutuion of Mental Health

Summery: AU, All the glee kids an mental institution, each for their own reasons. Will is the new arts teacher and through music helps the kids become more normal and even find some romance for himself.

AN: This story is very AU, and as cheesy as it sounds it came to me in my sleep...a side effect of my sleeping medications has me sleepwalking, talking, writing, cooking. I woke up the next morning with my psychology book and the cliff notes of this chapter and it has been buging me until I actually wrote the first chapter. That being said I don't have this 'planed' out much. Every time I plan a story I never get it typed and rarely get it finished, so I don't know how updates are going to go. Hope you enjoy and reviews are welcome.

This is a dark fic that is filled with triggers which is why it's rated M : Here's a list of the big ones: Mental illness, child abuse(including sexual), gay bashing, and eating disorders. It originally rated this T until I got to the point of writing the child abuse and then it got too graphic in my opinion to not wart a M rating. If you are very young or sensitive I suggest you not read this. This story might become more about Brittany and Santana than Will and Emma but I don't know yet.

-Will-
Every since I was little I had loved music. Terri buried that love for almost five years; now she's gone and I can get back to the flow of things. To kick off my new life, I'm going to bring music to the kids who need it most, kids who are often forgotten I'm not talking about the terminally ill or an 'at risk' school, there are plenty of charities for them. I'm going to try to bring music to the teen ward at LIMH(Lima institution of mental health). It was more of a halfway house. They went to the school on the propriety and they were happy to bring in a teacher of the arts.

After going to psychology classes for six months I finally get to meet the kids. I sit in my car looking down at the files I've been given. I open up the one on top after taking a deep breath.

Name: Artie Abrems
Age: 16

I closed the file. I'll look at these as needed. I don't want to make any prejudgments because of their problems. I want to go into this like they are normal teenagers. I scan my card at the gate and head to the wreck room we're I was supposed to be meeting one of the guidance counselors. A small clean dressed red-haired woman was sitting on the bench looking at me. "Hello" she said when I got up to the door. "You must be Will Schuester. I'm Emma."

"That's me" I hold out my hand and she looked down at it a nervous look replacing the smile. I put it back to my side. "Are you the person who's supposed to show me around?" The awkward moment passed she nods.

"This is the wreck room where most of the kids hang out, it is also one of the only places that girls and boys are allowed; it's where you'll be meeting the kids too. Speaking of which here are two now." She nods to a Latina girl and a tall blond skipping practically hand in hand toward us.

"Hello Ms. P who's curly top here?" the darker girl asked, quickly dropping the taller ones hand. Her face was flushed briefly before putting up a guarded front, for me who was still an outsider. I smile anyway, continuing my observation of the girls.

"He's going to be the new music teacher, you two signed up right." The blond one nodded enthusiastically."Will Schuster this is Brittany and Santana, you'd rarely see one without the other."

"And your showing him around here?" Santana asked with a slight smirk. Emma nodded trying not to show the younger girl struck a nerve. Though I didn't know what it was. "Talking about the blind leading the blind; Are you crazy too?" she asked looking at me. "Come on Britt-Britt let's go find your cat." then they started running off again before I had a chance to answer.

"What was that about?" I ask Emma just kinda looked down at her feet.

"I'm actually a patient here...but I am a counselor; I studied the same classes as you, I just can't do messes and they don't feel I should live alone just yet. I really wish Santana would stop encouraging Brittany's hallucinations."

"Hallucinations?"

"Her cat, he died 6 years ago. It's one of the main reasons why she's here, but between the two of them they help each other more than telling her her cat has been dead for years would. If I were to correct her she would lock herself in the bathroom crying creating a problem with Santana. She probably would have lashed out at me which would get me dirty which would cause me to have a major relapse, which will end your tour. "
"I got it Emma." I smiled, her ranting was kind of cute. "Are they more than just friends?" I wondered looking after them, remembering the seconds of blushing.

"Kinda, they have been roommates since Santana was admitted. When one of the nurses caught them in a compromising position we separated them but they regressed so much without the other, we were forced to put them back together, on the condition that there would be many more checks after 'lights-out', so that is what I call a loaded question. They are more but until they tell you, you should pretend they are just friends. Especially with Santana, you will have to walk on eggshells with her even after she opens up to you."

"So" I started changing the subject, I didn't want to learn to much about the kids until I have gotten to know them.

"What made you think about working here. Wouldn't you rather help the adults?" I pried I knew she'd could fire back with why I didn't teach adults about music or why I didn't want to teach in a more urban area etc.

"I've been here since I was 8, even-though I got help when I was little. It was very clinical. I didn't know my shriek and my shrink didn't know me beyond my OCD and my compulsions. I'm was more than that. My parents only put me here so the neighbors wouldn't see me scrubbing things. I was damaging to them and their all ginger social circle. I don't want these kids to become what they were sent here for, the adults have already become that. There's still hope for them. It's why I'm so happy you've came I signed up to help right away. Music is something so normal to teenagers. Though they had to sign up for it they can express themselves more than their illness."

We continued the tour without meeting any other of the kids. "So I guess I'd be seeing you tomorrow, I know you said you didn't want to have any foreknowledge of the kids and I admire that about you but I really suggest you browse through their files, at least to get an idea of what to expect. I'll hate for some of these kids to start shutting you out. It was really nice meeting you Will." She then put out her hand but still looked nervous. I took it with a smile. "See you tomorrow, then."