Florance Zachurr Asylum, named after the original rightful owner of the building. An asylum located in Westerville, Ohio for the purpose to take in the problematic, distressed civilians who suffer from mental illnesses.

Kurt laid on his bed in his cage -like room -seeing as he almost never left the four walled, white painted room with only one chested draw near the door and two bedside tables -one on each side.- of the single bed in the middle of the room, all the same chestnut colour which didn't go well with the white paint of the room nor the black of the metal bars on the bed.- allowing himself to get deep in his thoughts;

"I'm disappointed in you, Kurt." Had been repeating in his mind for the past hour or so; the image of his father being so upset with him was haunting him and had left him scarred.

Kurt's no stranger to mental asylums.

Kurt had first been registered within a junior asylum in Lima, Ohio at the age of eight years old after finding his mother dead in the bathroom -she had committed suicide due to depression- leaving Kurt scar'd and suffering from sever hallucinations and anxiety -being too much for a single father.- as a result.

Around the age of 13, Psychoanalysts had believed he was getting better and thus had sent him back home where he began schooling at William McKinley High School where he had become a straight A student, joined the Glee club, the McKinley Titans and the Cheerios. He had even ran for senior class president . Kurt had even come out to his father that he was gay in which he had accepted Kurt entirely. Things were really looking up to Kurt Hummel at this point in time.

Kurt's hallucinations and anxiety attacks had minored tremendously.

Kurt had big dreams to ditch Lima, Ohio and head straight for New York to pursue his dream on Broadway.

All was swell till the 'incident' had occurred.

Kurt had been registered and treated within the Florance Zachurr Asylum once he turned 19 after one of Kurt's minor breakdowns had broken loose and accelerated into a much more concerning state of which had lead into a murder lawsuit.

It's been three years since then.

There was a knock on the door and Kurt snapped out of his deep thoughts. He sat up bringing his knees up to his chest positioning them under his chin as one of his carers came in rolling a food tray.

"Good morning, Kurt," Blaine said smiling widely. "You hungry?" He said taking off the lids of each plater to reveal Kurt's food -today's special was rice with chicken soup and steamed vegetable with a glass of apple juice.

Blaine accidently bumped the apple juice with his elbow whilst in the process of removing the lids. Blaine had almost instantly picked it up -managing to keep a majority of it still inside the cup.

"I'm so sorry," Blaine apologized. "I'll go get you another one, I'll be righ-"

"No, it's fine," Kurt said.

Blaine smiled at Kurt in relief.

"How long have you been working for today?" Kurt asked.

"8,9 hours." Blaine answered.

"Have you taken a break?"

Blaine chuckled breathlessly. "No, there's no time for that."

"Why don't you take a little break now, Blaine?" Kurt asked.

"I warned you not to use my first name, Kurt," Kurt bit his lip as Blaine shot him a look of warning. "And, no. I can't."

"Isn't it illegal to work for 8 hours without being given a break?" Kurt stated.

"It is, but I usually don't take one by my own will," Blaine explained. "I'm too dedicated to my work. i guess you could say I'm a workaholic."

Kurt nodded as he understood.

Kurt bit his lip as Blaine came closer, pushing the food tray towards him. He allowed his eyes to roam over Blaine's body and admiring it -he loved Blaine's tanned skin, masculine arms, how perfectly gelled his hair always was. He often imagined Blaine shirtless and how perfect his abs would look with his dark chest hair. - and taking in the scent of his presence.

Blaine noticed Kurt staring at him and chuckled under his breath.

"You were just looking for an excuse to spend some time with me, weren't you?" Blaine mocked whilst smiling at Kurt with amusement.

Kurt's eyes widened and he instantly turned his head in embarrassment as he felt his cheeks burning.

Blaine took a seat on the edge of Kurt's bed.

"I guess I could take a few minutes off," Kurt instantly turned his head and gazed at Blaine in confusion.

"Kurt, let me make something very clear for you," Kurt knew where this was going and began frowning slightly from hurt.

"Kurt, I've been through this with you before. I'm your doctor. My job is to look after you, nothing else. Nothing more can ever happen, if anything, friends is the limit," Blaine smiled at Kurt hoping to not give him the wrong impression.

Kurt had been very shameless of showing his genuine interest in Blaine -which he assumed was mutual-. He always made it very obvious that he had wanted him.

"I really care about you ,Kurt. But I'm your doctor, nothing more," Blaine specified. He stood off the bed.

"You've got a check up in half-an-hour." Kurt nodded.

Blaine smiled and left the room.

Kurt wasn't going to take no for an answer. Kurt Hummel never took no as an answer -his lawsuit clearly stated that.