The camera goes on. The scene clears up and a boy sits in a chair across the table. His head his down. All you could see of his clothing was a white shirt, but he most likely had on white pants. Most of the patients did. His lose curls were falling down his face.
A voice is heard. "December 3rd, 1952. Log one."
Than a female voice is heard. "He's ready, Doctor." It's a nurse, letting in the psychiatrist.
You hear a door close, but the boy is still looking down.
"Hello, there."
No answer.
"You must be Blaine." The Doctor said in a careful voice.
The boy looks up. "Yes."
"I'm William Shuster. I'm going to try to help you, Blaine."
Blaine gives the man behind the camera a confused look. "How?"
"Well," William began. "I'm going to talk to you. Chat every once in a while."
"They say I'm sick." Blaine states. "I'm not sick. But that's what they tell me. The doctors, my parents. But, they're the ones that know a lot, right? So, I was thinkin', maybe I am sick."
"Blaine, what do you say we talk about why you're here?" William carefully asked.
Blaine opened his mouth, but shut it immediately.
"You don't have to tell me now. We have a whiles til' you decide to tell me." William stated.
"You're going to help me right?" Blaine asked in a painful voice, eyes full of fear.
"I'm going to try my best." Was the last thing heard on the tape before William stopped the camera.
"Come on, sweetie." A nurse came in and helped Blaine out of his seat.
Blaine kept his eyes on William as the nurse led him out the door of the small white room.
William watched him and sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"He'll talk." William looked up and saw the Warden in the doorway, arms crossed, icy stare, evil grin.
"These kids shouldn't be here." William flat out said.
"They are sick. They are not normal. They should not be out in the world where they can cause havoc and ruin all the progress being made out in the world."
"Sue, I don't think that most of the kids are sick." William countered.
"Really, I'm sure the head honchos here would fancy hearing that." Sue glared.
William packed up his belongings and retreated to his office.
"Here ya go." The nurse brought Blaine into a room with many windows, but all had iron bars around them. There were two couches. A couple tables with chairs. A small TV. A radio. And patients spread around the room.
Blaine took a deep breath, and looked around, taking in his scenery.
"Don't be afraid," the nurse told him. "Go on."
Blaine slowly walked towards a couch that no one was occupying.
Taking a seat slowly, Blaine heard the main doors to the room lock. In the corner of his eye he saw the nurse go into her office.
Looking around again, Blaine noticed all of the patients. Most of them looked to be about his age.
There were a few boys sitting around the radio. There was a girl with a drawing pad, sketching by a window. Two other girls sitting at a nearby table chatting. Another girl was sitting close by the radio, not quiet as close as the boys, listening intently. There was a boy in a wheel chair, sitting alone on the other side of the room, looking out a window.
What am I doing here? Blaine thought.
"Hi." said a sweet voice.
Blaine looked up and saw a girl. She had eyes that showed happiness and a smile that screamed friendly.
"Hi." Blaine said back, unsure of this queer girl.
"I'm Brittany, you must be new." She sat down next to him. "I know a lot of the doctors seem really scary, but if you just picture them in their knickers, it's not as scary."
Blaine smiled small at her. "I'll remember that."
"What's your name?" Brittany asked anxious.
"Blaine. Blaine Anderson." Blaine held out his hand.
"Can I call you Blainers, or Blainie? Oh! Or something like short stuff."
Blaine chuckled softly. "Whatever you'd prefer, darlin'."
"Your hair's really boss. I like it." Brittany patted his head.
"Thank you, hun." Blaine smiled again, not at all flipped by this character. "Brittany, why does everyone seem, I don't know, joyous or not bothered with being here?"
"The lot of us have been here a long whiles. I've been here for a year and three months and one week and a day." Brittany smiled sweetly. "But Noah, Santana, Sam, Kurt, and Quinn have been here before me. Finn, Artie, Rachel, and Mercedes came here after me."
"Wow, that's a drag." Blaine breathed out quickly. He looked over at Brittany. "Um, Brittany, may I ask you something?"
"I'm here because I'm not all there in the cranium. At least that's what the big doctor man says." Brittany looked over at the group of boys. "Finn, the tall one over there, he's here for that too. In school, other kids would poke fun at us, and teachers worried about our minds. We ain't up to speed with them."
"That's a terrible reason to be here." Blaine said sounding shocked.
"Noah," Brittany pointed to a boy with a slightly shaved head, but there was still a strip of hair at the top. "He's here cause he did a lot of bad things. He won't listen to nobody. So he got sent here."
"Why does his hair look like that?" Blaine had to ask. Curiosity.
"The barbers were trying to shave his head, but he wouldn't go along with it. He made a fuss bout it and they had to stop and give him his medicine." Brittany explained. "Sam, the light haired one, he can't see all that well, he can't read or write. Santana," Brittany pointed to the Latina sitting at a table, "She likes lady kisses. That's why she's here. She don't want to live like everyone else."
Blaine raised an eyebrow at that. Women get sick like him too?
"Oh and that girl sitting across from her is Mercedes. She flipped on one of the families her family works for. That claimed her crazy and she got sent here." Brittany continued, "Oh, Quinn over there, the girl with the drawing pad. She doesn't like food so her family sent her here."
Eating disorder, Blaine mentally said.
"Rachel, her story is an 18-karat story." Brittany giggled looking over at the little brunette sitting close to the radio. "She thinks she's this big ole star and she started getting way out of hand with everyone around her, and she'd do anything to leave for the Big Apple."
Blaine looked over at Rachel. She seemed perfectly fine.
"I think she's a star. Everyone is just bringing her down." Brittany smiled to herself.
Blaine smiled too. He looked at all of the other young adults surrounding him. But than, one caught his eye that he hadn't seen before. He was down right about the most handsome boy Blaine had ever seen. His chestnut hair was pushed out of his face, reveling gorgeous blue eyes, and he had the most beautiful porcelain skin.
No! Stop it! This is why you're here! Blaine told himself. But he couldn't help but be intrigued.
"What about him?" Blaine heard himself asking, despite what he was thinking.
"Who?" Brittany turned and than smiled. "That's Kurt. He likes boy kisses." Brittany's smile was gone in an instant. "Oh golly, don't let Kurt know I told you! He doesn't want no body knowing his business."
"Don't worry, doll. I won't say anything." Blaine put his hand on top of Brittany's to relax her.
"Okay good." Brittany sighed a breath of relief. Than she looked at Blaine curiously, "Blainie, why are you here?"
Blaine opened his mouth and was frozen. "I'm just.. I'm really sick."
"I don't think you are." Brittany smiled.
"Thanks, Britt. That means a lot, but I am. And that's okay, cause the doctors are gonna make everything better." Blaine smiled hopeful.
"You're scared." Brittany looked at Blaine with sadness.
Blaine sighed. "Yes, I am."
"Wait right here!" Brittany abruptly got up and ran down a hall off of the sitting room. In a minute she was back. "Here." She handed Blaine a stuffed bear. It was old and it smelt pretty bad. It was dirty and missing an eye. "I sleep with him when I get scared. But I want you to use 'em."
"Wow, Brittany, I.." Blaine took the bear and looked down at it. "Thank you. This means so much." He gave her a smile, with as much sincerity he could show.
"Good! I'm glad you like it." Brittany hugged him. "You can name him too if you want."
"Really?" Blaine asked as he pulled away.
"Course! Everyone calls him different things. Well, except Kurt. He doesn't sleep with Master Fluffs-a-lot." Brittany said this with a hint of sadness in her voice.
"How about I call him… Pookie. How does that sound?" Blaine smiled at Brittany who returned his smile.
"That's boss, Blainie!" Brittany held the bear in her arms. "Okay, Master Fluffs-a-lot, this is Blainie. He's going to need your help. But your Pookie, because that's what Blainie wants."
Blaine watched Brittany give the stuffed bear a stern talk. He couldn't help but smile. She was so sweet, it killed him. He looked behind him and there was Kurt, still leaning against the wall as he was before. But this time he was looking back at Blaine. Blaine quickly looked away.
"Here, Pookie is ready." Brittany handed Blaine the bear.
"Thanks, Britt." Blaine took the bear and place it on his lap.
"Alright, freaks, get into your rooms!" The Warden came in and shouted. A couple strayed around the room a bit longer.
Than a nurse came up to Blaine, "Come on, I'll show you your room."
She lead Blaine to his room. Before he entered he noticed Kurt walking into the room across from him. Fantastic, Blaine thought. He shook the thought out and looked at his new room. White walls. A small bed. A pill. A blanket. And a sink with a mirror. The only light coming from a small window above the bed. For Blaine, this was now home.