A/N: Yeah, so I just thought I'd keep writing. You know. What the hell.

Focusing more on Kurt today, since last chapter was a bit too Finn-centric.

CHAPTER TWO.

(O)(o)(O)

"I just had another nightmare. That's all..."

"That's all?" The woman frowned, "Can you tell me what happened in it?"

Finn shifted uncomfortably, "Yeah. I mean. I guess... He was there..."

"Kurt?"

"Yeah. He was there. And he was... nice, and... looked good. Like he used to..." Finn felt his cheeks go red, there were very few people he had told about his feeling for Kurt.

"Go on, Finn," Dr. Alex wrote something on her clipboard and looked back up to Finn, "You're doing good."

His fingers curled around the edge of the armrest, feeling around the small, worn, tears in the leather. Finally, he spoke, slowly, "He was perfect again... He was soft, and warm, and he held my hand and was... like he used to be." Finn looked down, taking a deep breath before continuing, "And then... he was cold. And mean. And...he wanted to hurt me..."

"What did he do?"

"W-water," Finn forced himself to say the word, "I was... tied up..."

"And then?"

"I-I woke up." Finn was shaking, he didn't want to talk anymore, he wanted to push these memories back, he wanted to forgot anything that ever happened with Kurt, good or bad.

Dr. Alex nodded and gave him a small smile, "I'm proud of you for coming here today."

Finn felt a small pang of guilt, he really hadn't intended to come to see her.

"Have you been taking the medicine?"

"Sometimes I take the sleeping pills at night..."

"And the anxiety medicine?"

Finn shook his head, "I don't like it... It makes me feel weird."

The doctor sighed, "It's really meant to help you, Finn. It can help reduce the amount of nightmares you have. It could possibly stop the panic attacks."

"I just don't like it."

She frowned, but chose to leave the subject alone, "Tell me more about your dream."

Finn shrugged, "That's it. I told you all of it."

Dr. Alex set down her clipboard and stared at Finn, and then finally spoke, "Your dreams mean more than you think, Finn." She paused, waiting for Finn to respond. When he simply stared, she sighed and continued on, "They're telling your mind that you still have unfinished business. That you still have a lot to work out with Kurt."

"I'm not talking to him."

"It would do you good. If it made you more comfortable, you could have someone sit in with you. I could help work it out between the two of you-"

"Don't talk about it like it's some petty fight!" Finn's voice was sharp, cracking in his throat, "You know what he did to me, he-he tried to hurt me..."

Softly, Dr. Alex spoke, "He's forgiven you for what you did to him, Finn."

Finn looked down, his hands shaking. It was hardly the same. "Can I just... go?"

"Are you going back to class?"

"Yeah..." He was lying again. No, he was going home, and Dr. Alex probably knew it as well, but there was very little she could do about it. Besides, why bother? There was barely a half hour left, anyway.

"Alright. Then I'll see you next week, Finn."

He rose from his chair, and quickly left the room, not pausing to bid the psychiatrist goodbye.

(O)(o)(O)

Sometimes, Kurt missed the way Finn had made him feel. When he had pushed it to the back of his mind that they would never be real, and open, and truly together, he used to find himself really happy.

And right at that moment, laying in bed after a quick walk home from school, Kurt deeply wished that he could talk to Finn again. He wanted everything to be the way it used to, when Finn would sneak downstairs at night and talk to him, and run his hands through his hair, and give him kisses he never thought he would have. He missed Finn's warm embraces and silly questions.

Kurt rolled over in bed and sighed, "Well, you fucked that up, Kurt..."

But to be completely honest with himself, it wasn't only his fault. He'd taken countless dumpster dives, slushies, being shoved into lockers, all while Finn stood and watched. Sometimes he even laughed.

And when Finn didn't come to his rescue when those boys threw him around and kicked him in the dirt, that was the last straw. When Finn knew what was happening, and stayed in the school, took his time with his things, it snapped something in Kurt.

But I'm on medicine now, he thought to himself, I can be normal. We can go back to what we were...

"No," he mumbled softly, he'd changed Finn. What he'd done was too much. He'd taken a boy that was normal and happy, and turned him into a paranoid, terrified shut-in. He'd seen Finn glance around nervously, check around corners.

That alone was enough to make Kurt cry, but he tried his best to hold back the tears. Can't I just call him, he thought to himself, would he even answer?

Nervously, Kurt pulled his phone from his pocket and slowly went through his contacts. There he was. Finn H. He even had a picture for him. And timidly, Kurt pressed the call button and moved the phone to his ear and held his breath.

One ring.

Two.

"Hey, this is Finn, sorry I missed you. Leave a message, I'll call you back." His voicemail was so cheerful, he must have never changed it. He probably had the same voicemail message for years.

Seconds went by, and Kurt wished deeply he could hear his voice that way again. With a small sigh, he hung up and blinked back his tears. He knew he wouldn't answer. He knew he'd run away in the halls at school. If only he could talk to him again, if only he could form some kind of plan...

(o)(O)(o)

Finn had stopped for a milkshake before heading home, hoping that maybe a rush of sugar and chocolate could stop the terrified tremble he couldn't seem to shake. But, once he had climbed back into his vehicle to head home, Finn had felt the phone vibrate in his pocket. He had even pulled the phone out to look at it. He saw the name, whipped the truck to the side of the road, and hit ignore, shaking. Why? Why was Kurt trying to call him?

He wanted to throw the phone into the ditch. He wanted to throw up. He wanted to grab Kurt by the hair and throw him in the dirt, to humiliate him, to change Kurt the way he'd changed him. He wanted Kurt to be the one who jumped when someone touched him. He wanted Kurt to wake up at night, shaking and cold.

Finn slammed his hands into the steering wheel in a rage, then ran his hands roughly through his hair. What was he supposed to do?

Could he transfer? No, there was no way his mother could afford the out of district tuition. He could just drop out. Forget high school.

He shook his head; no, he had to graduate. But two years was so long. He couldn't deal with this for two more years, it would drive him insane.

After several minutes of sitting on the side of the road in the beat up green truck, Finn finally decided to continue his drive home. Home, he thought miserably to himself, what a nice home we have because of me. Home was a small apartment on the third floor of a run down apartment complex. Most of the time, it was a decent place, as long as you had a can of Raid handy to ward off the bugs every so often. The people upstairs were relatively nice, the ones that spoke English were, anyway. And the downstairs neighbors weren't so bad when they weren't having huge parties.

With a sigh, Finn climbed the stairs and opened the door to the small home he and his mother shared, "Mom?"

"You're early today. How was school?" Carole was so gentle and kind, and Finn would have done anything for her. In fact, even after his problems with Kurt, he offered to move out, himself, so Carole wouldn't have to leave Burt. But she was sweet, and loving, and would do anything for her son; she'd never have Finn move out on his own, especially after what he'd been through.

"It was fine, Mom..."

She stared at him for a moment before speaking, "You look a little pale, Finn. Have you eaten today?"

"Yeah, a little, I had a milkshake," he mumbled quietly. He didn't need her to worry about him, "I'm alright, Mom."

"You just worry me, Finn," she admitted, "Let me cook you supper before I go to work, alright?"

He shrugged, "You really don't have to, Mom. You should go rest or something." Finn meant it, he didn't want his mother to have to cook for him before she went to work all night-to pay for the apartment she was forced to get because of him. He felt terrible about it already, especially since he couldn't find a job for himself to help out.

Carole smiled, "No, I'm going to cook you supper. How about some spaghetti? Some empty carbs would do you some good, Finn, you've lost so much weight." She laid a gentle hand on his shoulder, and he was forced to give her a small smile.

"If you really want to, Mom. I can help." Finn rose from his chair, but froze when he heard the reminder beep on his phone.

"You missed a call, Finn," his mother said absentmindedly as she pulled out a large pan to boil water in, "Is it one of your friends?"

"No..." he mumbled softly, "It was Kurt."

Carole spun around, her eyes wide, "What does he want?"

"I don't know," he snapped, "I don't know, I didn't answer."

His mother set the pan down and took a step towards him, "I can... call Burt."

"No. No, Mom, I'm fine. It's fine." He was shaking, and he knew his mother could tell, but he kept talking, reassuring himself, "I'm fine."

"Are you sure, Finn? I can call someone. I can help..."

"No. Mom, I'm fine. It's not a big deal. And I think I'm going to go out. Don't worry about the spaghetti, okay? I'll just pick up a cheeseburger or something." Finn had to get out of the house, he couldn't keep talking about this with his mother. Quickly, he pushed open the front door, throwing a smile back at his mother before he left.

"Finn, honey-"

But he was already out the door and halfway down the stairs. With money the way it was, he really shouldn't be wasting it on gas and cheeseburgers, but he couldn't stay inside any longer.

(O)(o)(O)

Kurt had had enough of sitting and thinking about Finn. So when he grabbed his iPod and jumped in the Navigator, he knew he had to find something fitting for what he was about to do. He whipped out of the drive way and tore down the road, skimming quickly through songs. Something loud, anything to get him ready for this. He wasn't going to sit and think about Finn any longer. He was going to do something about it. After all, it's what the shrink told him to do, anyway. Maybe not like this. Maybe Dr. Alex hadn't specifically meant that Kurt should corner Finn and force him to talk. But there was no other way.

Kurt knew where the other boy's apartment was, and he was a bit disappointed to see the green truck pulling out of the parking space. He thought maybe he could catch him at home. He could follow him...

He shook his head, no, I'll just wait here. His mom works nights, and he'll come back soon, I'm sure... Kurt pulled the large vehicle into an empty space across the street from the apartment complex, prepared for any kind of wait that was to come. Finn would have to come home eventually.

(O)(o)(O)

Hours had passed with Finn driving around. Around the lake, to McDonald's, around town. And when he had finally decided that he'd wasted enough gas, he pulled into the assigned apartment parking space and climbed out of the truck. He took a deep breath and looked up at the darkening sky, everything was better now. He just needed some air, that was all. Eveything was okay now.

Slowly, he climbed up the stairs and opened the door to the apartment, threw his coat on the chair, and walked into the kitchen, surprised by a sudden knock on the door.

Finn sighed, wasn't it too late for those door-to-door sales people? With a frown, Finn opened the door, surprised to have it pushed back into him and knocking him down, a small body passing through the doorway and slamming the door shut behind him.

Pale green eyes stared down at him, a long black peacoat hugging tightly around the intruder's body. He looked good, as he always did, but the very sight of him made Finn tremble.

"We're going to talk, Finn. Now."

(o)(O)(o)

A/N: Yes, yes, yes. Mentally unstable Bad Kurt. So good. So so so good.