McKinley Institute for the Mentally Unstable

by WriterStarkid

The year is 1955. Kurt Hummel is admitted to the William McKinley Institute for the Mentally Unstable to be cured of his blatant homosexuality. The one ray of light? The gorgeous Blaine Anderson, who happens to be gay also. Follow his journey of finding love and fighting to keep it. Rated M for homophobic slurs, language, descriptions, and sexual content later on.

May 15, 1955

My name is Kurt Hummel. I've recently been put into the care of the William McKinley Institution for the Mentally Unstable. I'm here because I like men, but I did not choose to come here. My father found out. He desperately wants me better. I don't fault him for it though. He's doing what he thinks is best. I miss my father. And my stepmother, Carole. This place is hell. The lady in charge of this whole operation, Ms. Roz Washington, is a complete nut herself. She's a colored lady, but I don't mind that. Not as much as those in the south do. In fact, my best friend is a colored girl, named Mercades Jones. Anyways, back on topic. She's scheduled me for electroshock in the morning, thinks it'll help 'rid me of this illness,' in her own words. But the one ray of light in this place is a boy named Blaine. Blaine Anderson. And he's homosexual too.

I stepped into the recreation room, not looking for anything in particular, but they encourage us to get out and not keep cooped up in our room all day.

"Hi!"

I turn around to see a pretty blonde girl with blue eyes.

"Hello..."

"My name is Brittany. I just wanted to say hi, because you're new here."

"Oh. Hi. My name is Kurt Hummel."

"I know why you're in here," she whispers.

I feel my face go pale.

"You do?"

"Yeah, you're in here because you're a unicorn, like Blaine," she smiles.

"A unicorn?" I ask, my eyes narrowed in confusion.

"Yes! You're more magic and special than anyone in here!" she exclaims.

Suddenly a Latina girl steps up.

"Don't mind Britt. She's got the IQ of about a 5 year old. What she means to say is that you're queer," she says quite bluntly.

"I'm not! I just... how did you know?" I ask her.

"I got an eye for my own. Name's Santana, but everyone here just calls me Satan," she extends her hand for me to shake.

"Kurt... Kurt Hummel," I say, eyeing her warily.

"Nice to meet you, Porcelain. You know, you should really go talk to Blaine," she smiles.

"Oh, no, that's ok. Thank you though. It was nice to meet both of you."

Before I can walk away, she looks behind her and calls, "Hey B! Get over here!"

He walks up, as gorgeous as ever. His dark ebony curls, sun kissed skin, and golden eyes are much more intoxicating up close.

"Hi there, I'm Blaine," he smiles.

"Kurt..."

Yep, this is going to be harder than I expected.