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He's watching me. I can feel it. Kurt thought to himself as he stared down at the picture in his hands.Too bad he's to dim witted to realize it. Who did this kid think he was anyway?
Let me help you pray!
His annoying voice still rang throughout Kurts ears as Blaine went into his room and the Warden came and locked all the doors.
Because of him. Blaine. The new kid, Kurt went through the entire day feeling weak, feeling sick.
The big black boys came and took him to get electric shock therapy.
Therapy my ass,
Kurt thought.
When he closes his eyes he can still feel it. The painful shots going through his entire body. The way his vision fogged up and all you can see is the white smoke around you and all you can hear are your own screams.
Kurt took a deep breath to calm himself down. He shouldn't be here. He's not sick. He's just…different. But since his mother passed away and his father couldn't protect him in the way his mother did, he ended up here. His mother would always stick up for Kurt, always take his side when people pointed fingers. Kurts father on the other hand, he's a kind man, but he didn't know how to deal with Kurt after his mother died.
More people started shouting nasty remarks, more people stopped taking part in his fathers business at his repair shop, more people started tearing the little family apart.
That's when it happened, Kurts father got sick, some sort of heart disease that doctors were trying to fix. No one was around to help Kurt, so doctors took that opportunity to put Kurt away.
That was when Kurt was fourteen. He's seventeen now. He's been trapped in this place for three years, two months, and one week…today. Kurt looked up at the wall across the room from him. He had marked on the wall everyday he has been here. The marks scared him at times, and he would always keep his hopes high that his father was going to get him out of here. After about two years, Kurt gave up. He decided his father wasn't going to get him, he was still sick. That was a lie and Kurt knew it. But thinking his father was still stick in the hospital was much better than anything else.
Kurt sighed and looked down at the picture in his hands. It was taken when he was four years old. It was taken on his birthday. Little him sat at the table in their kitchen. His mother to the left, beautiful, smiling brightly. His father to the right of him, not looking at the camera, but admiring his family.
Weren't those the days? Kurt thought to himself. Staring at the picture a bit more became to much and he had to put the picture but underneath his pillow.
Kurt laid down and closed his eyes. He hasn't cried in a while, he forces himself to stay strong. But tonight, he let one tear sneak its way out of the corner of his eye.
"Up and at 'em!" a loud voice rang through out Kurts ears.
He slowly opened his eyes and looked around the room. It was bright, which meant it was sunny out today. Brittany will want to go outside with him.
Kurt sat up in bed, trying to wake himself up more. He stood up and walked over to his sink.
"You look like hell, Hummel." He told himself, than splashed some water on his face.
His hair was a mess like always, he quickly ran his fingers through it to fix it a little.
He gave himself one last look in the mirror before turning to leave his room.
Kurt walked down the hall into the ward. Everyone was sitting where they usually were, except that Artie kid was sitting with Finn, Sam and Blaine. Fixing that damn radio.
Kurt rolled his eyes and than noticed Noah sitting at a table by himself.
"Hey," Kurt took the seat across from him.
"Hey." Noah nodded at him.
"Figured you'd be with the rest of your boys." Kurt said.
"Yeah, their Blaine's boys, now." Noah snorted.
"I'm guessing you're not taking a liking to our new little toy?" Kurt smirked a little.
"He's a pain." Noah said. "He called you a lunatic yesterday, I almost killed him."
"Oh, so sweet." Kurt teased.
"Whatever, he's just as crazy if he's here." Noah turned his head and looked out of the window.
Kurt sighed. He looked over to where the boys were. Artie had the radio in his lap, doing who knows what to it. Finn's standing behind him looking confused as ever. Sam's bent over, helping Artie with little things.
Kurt couldn't help but let his eyes wander for a moment. The boy had a pretty lovely back side.
Than he looked to Blaine who was…
Wait a minute,
Kurt thought. Is he?
Yes, Blaine, religious, annoying, Blaine, was looking at Sam's back side as well? But why would he? Kurt thought for a moment, and than, it hit him.
"Oh, no way." Kurt felt himself smiling with amusement.
"What?" Noah returned his attention to Kurt.
"I have a little project for us to do." Kurt smirked.
"Isn't it really nice today!" Brittany shouted, spinning around with her arms spread out, soaking in the sun.
"It's beautiful." Kurt smiled at her enthusiasm.
"I heard you screamin' last night." Brittany said quietly, eyes still closed.
"I was?" Kurt asked, he had no idea he had another one of those dreams. All he remembered was seeing black.
"You know, you can use Master Fluffs-a-lot." Brittany stopped spinning and walked over to where Kurt was sitting.
"Thanks, darling, but I'm quite alright with out him." Kurt assured her.
"Kurtsy," Brittany grabbed his hand.
Kurt looked around, worried someone would hear her.
"I don't want you sad." Brittany told him.
"I'll be fine, honey." Kurt gave her a reassuring smile.
"Promise, Kurtsy?"
"Promise."
"Okay good." Brittany smiled and got back up and started spinning again.
"Darlin', you're going to hurt yourself." Kurt laughed.
"No I'm not! Come on, Kurt!" Brittany lifted him from his seat.
"Oh gees!" Kurt shouted and began spinning.
"Whoo!" Brittany laughed and Kurt couldn't help but laugh with her. "Whoo-oh, golly!" Brittany lost balance and fell onto the ground, almost bringing Kurt down with her.
"Whoa, there." Kurt chuckled and bent down to help her up.
"I'm sorry, Kurtsy." Brittany giggled getting up.
"Don't worry, dear." Kurt smiled. He turned his head to the side to see if anyone had seen the incident. "Well, look at that." Kurt whispered with a small smirk.
Just as he assumed, Blaine was there, staring. Not even at Kurts face or Brittany, but Kurts lower half.
Blaine looked up and noticed Kurt looking. He quickly turned and went back to chatting with Sam and Finn.
"Oh, this sure is something." Kurt mumbled and went back to check if Brittany was okay.
"Okay boys, shower time!" one of the black boys yelled.
They all started walking towards the showers, Kurt and Noah trailing behind.
"You know what to do right?" Kurt asked him.
"Yeah, get the goofs out of here." Noah shrugged, "Piece of cake."
"Okay, but only once everyone starts leave more and it's just Blaine and me." Kurt ordered.
"How do you even know he'll take that long?" Noah asked unsure.
"Trust me, have you seen how much hair that kid has?" Kurt laughed.
"Get in here, you two!" The black boy ordered.
Kurt and Noah nodded at each other before going to their stalls.
Kurt looked around and noticed the only people left was Noah, Sam, Blaine, and himself.
Sam stepped out of the shower and went to go get dressed.
Perfect,
Kurt smiled.
He looked at Noah expectantly.
Noah nodded and turned around, and walked out of the shower, holding the bar of soap.
"Uhm, excuse, I have a complaint." Noah spoke to the man.
"Yeah?" The man asked amused.
"Yes," Noah smirked. "It tastes a little bitter."
"Excuse me?" His face showed confusion. And with that, Noah shoved the bar of soap into the mans mouth and ran out of the room.
He spit the soap out. "Ugh, get back here!" And the man ran out of the room.
Kurt laughed quietly to himself. So Noah, he thought.
He than turned and saw Blaine still in the shower.
Kurt, determined as ever, walked out of his stall, over to Blaines.
Kurt opened his mouth to say something, but stopped.
Whoa,
Kurt thought, staring at Blaines back side. He looked lovely.
Kurt shook his head and started again, knowing what to say. "Nice ass."
Blaine jumped and turned around, covering himself. "W-what are y-you.."
Kurt got into the shower and put one hand on Blaines side, the other under his chin.
"You know, you might have me beat on nicest ass. But you'd disagree, since you are quite fond of mine." Kurt whispered bringing Blaine closer to himself.
"I don't, uh, know what you're saying about." Blaine said, breathless, "But y-you should stop."
"Should I?" Kurt whispered into Blaines ear, and he felt Blaine shiver. He started kissing his neck, down to his collarbone.
"W-why are you doing this?" Blaine asked, and Kurt could hear the fear in his voice, but he could also hear the pleasure.
"Because you want it." Kurt answered, moving his hand from Blaines waist, cupping Blaine ass.
Blaine let out a gasp, but than it was followed by a moan. Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurts neck.
"K-Kurt," Blaine breathlessly whispered, "I thought, y-you, hated me."
Kurt bit down hard on Blaines neck, in which he received a moan from Blaine. He kissed the spot a couple more times, than pulled away to whispered into Blaines ear.
"I do hate you." Kurt stepped away from Blaine and walked over to his stall to get his towel.
"W-wait, what?" Blaine stuttered, yet again, confused.
"What would you're God think of you now?" Kurt spoke in a steady tone, and walked out of the showers, leaving Blaine standing there alone.
It was almost dinner time, Blaine sat on the couch, legs curled up to his chest.
He couldn't stop thinking about what had happened in the showers a few hours ago. It was wrong, but so right. It was abnormal, but amazing. The feeling of Kurts hands on his body, the way his lips felt on Blaines skin.
You're sick! His fathers voice rang in his ears.
Blaine shut his eyes and bit his lip. This is why you're here, you're very ill.
"Blaine!"
Blaine opened his eyes and looked up, seeing Sam in front of him.
"You alright?" Sam asked concerned.
"Sure, just, uh, tired." Blaine lied.
"Well, do you want to go eat?"
"Yeah," Blaine got up and began walking with Sam towards the doors. "Wait!"
Blaine ran back and grabbed Pookie.
"You've been attached to that thing since Brittany gave it to you." Sam laughed.
"It's just, it helps." Blaine smiled weakly.
Blaine stared down at the mush on his plate. It wasn't at all appetizing even if he was hungry.
"Blaine, what's eating you?" Artie asked, noticing the boys state.
"Seriously, you've been acting queer ever since we got back from the showers." Sam noted.
"Just, tired, guys. I told you." Blaine shrugged, pushing around the food with his fork.
He looked over to where Brittany was sitting with Kurt. He was smiling and chatting with her. He was perfectly okay, or so it seemed. How could he be so calm and yet Blaine can barely speak?
Blaine sighed and decided to leave it alone, for now at least.
"I just don't know what to do." Brittany sighed.
"What do you mean, dear?" Kurt asked, feeling their light conversation become serious.
"Tana, I mean, she's so nice sometimes, and than she's this nasty woman." Brittany made a face when she said this.
"Oh, Britt, don't worry, you know Santana just has the same thing going on as me." Kurt told Brittany.
"Yeah, but your so friendly, Kurtsy." Brittany rested her head on her hand.
"You seem to be the only one to think so." Kurt chuckled. "Well, I actually fond out some information today."
"Really? What?" Brittany pepped up.
"That Blaine fellow, he's here for the same reason as Santana and me." Kurt whispered.
Brittany put her hand over her mouth in surprise. "He is?"
"You bet cha." Kurt nodded and continued to eat.
"Is he going to be your man friend? Like how I'm Tana's lady friend?" Brittany asked hopeful.
Kurt choked on his food. "I, um, no I don't think so, Brittany."
"Why not?" Brittany got upset.
"Because, I don't like him, and he don't like me." Kurt explained.
"I think you two fancy each other. You're just too scared to admit it." Brittany's voice remained the same level, but there was an edge of harshness.
"Brittany, that's not-"
"No." Brittany cut him off. "I think that you like Blaine. You just don't want anyone know that you are this really sweet guy. And Blaines an amazing person, Kurt. If you just got to know 'em, you'd see that too."
"Brittany you're to quick to believe people are nice." Kurt told her.
"Tana loves me. And sure, she hasn't said it, but she's not afraid to show it. But if you wanna go round sayin' you don't like nobody, than fine, that's swell."
The doors opened and the Warden came in, announcing dinner was over.
Brittany stood up, "Night, Kurt."
"B-but, Britt!" Kurt called after her. Kurt sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. Things just had to get complicated.
"Just one more, turn.." Artie stuck his tongue out in concentration. "There!"
"It's fixed?" Rachel asked loudly.
"You got it?" Finn asked hopeful.
"Not sure, turn it on." Artie suggested.
Sam put the radio on the table and turned the switch on. Music came from the speakers.
"Yes!" the bunch of the shouted in victory.
"Blaine, the radios working!" Rachel called over to the boy curled up on the couch, holding the stuffed bear.
Sam put his hand on Rachels shoulder. "Leave 'em alone. I don't think he's up for anything right now."
Across the room, Kurt looked at the boys and Rachel celebrating their radio working again. He noticed Blaine laying on the couch alone. He also saw Brittany sitting with Santana and Mercedes at their usual table. Quinn off to the side, looking through her pad.
Kurt walked over to where Quinn was sitting and stood on the other side of the table from here.
She looked up. "Yes?"
"Mind if I join ya?" Kurt asked.
"Why?" Quinn simply asked.
"Well, I just figured, we haven't really talked in a while." Kurt smiled at her.
"We never talk." Quinn pointed out.
"Really?" Kurt asked shocked.
"Really." Quinn sighed and opened to a fresh page, and taking a piece of charcoal from her little case.
"Oh, well, I'll uh, leave you alone." Kurt went to get up, when Quinn stopped him.
"No, stay." Quinn ordered.
Kurt was confused but than caught on. She wants to draw.
He sat down and looked straight at her.
"No, look the other way." She leaned over and took his chin in her hand and turned his face so he was facing the entire room.
"Why am I facing this way?" Kurt felt himself asking.
"I never really draw profiles. Yours is exquisite." Quinn told him.
"Why thank you." Kurt smiled a little.
"Stop smiling." Quinn spoke monotone as always and he immediately stopped.
Kurt relaxed and looked around the room for something to focus on.
"Look straight ahead," Quinn said.
Kurt did as she said and his eyes landed on Blaine.
Of course.
Kurt thought.
He stared at him. It annoyed him at first, but after a while, he just felt sad, ashamed. He shouldn't have done what he did in the showers. He probably scarred the kid. He probably felt even more lost and scared than he already did.
No, no, Hummel, don't start caring for this kid.
Kurt told himself. But he looked at Blaine once more, and saw something he really wish he didn't. Blaine was crying. His nose was red, his eyes were big and watery, his lip was quivering.
Kurt felt awful. He couldn't even look at Blaine anymore.
"Kurt, what's wrong?"
Kurt turned and saw Quinn had settled the pad on against her chest and placed the charcoal on the table.
"What?" Kurt felt himself dumbly saying.
"Well, you came over to talk with me, that's already on indication." Quinn sighed. "Listen, I know you think most of us are stupid, but I'm not."
"I don't know what you're saying." Kurt put up his walls.
"You like gentlemen." Quinn flat out stated.
"I.." Kurt felt himself frozen.
"You're not exactly discreet about it." Quinn said. "You're curious about the new kid."
"Not exactly the words I would use." Kurt mumbled.
"He's interested in men too. I can tell." Quinn looked down at her pad.
"How do you even know I take a liking to him?" Kurt crossed his arms.
"Because when you looked at him while I was drawing you, I saw something in your eyes. Something I've never seen before in them."
"You've been taking notes on my eyes?" Kurt asked confused.
"No, you fool, I just pay attention to all the little things around here." Quinn sat up straight. "I saw fear in yours eyes. Hurt. Pain."
Kurt looked down, feeling himself becoming more and more small to the world.
Quinn looked over at Blaine, "Whatever you did to him, I hope you can fix it." She turned back to Kurt. "Goodnight." She got up, gathered her things, and walked towards the hall to go to bed.
Kurt sighed and rubbed the back of his neck.
He looked over at Blaine, and felt a pang at his heart when he noticed Blaine wasn't sitting on the couch anymore. Kurt frantically looked around, but didn't see the boy anywhere.
He got up and walked towards the hallway, quickly walking to Blaines room.
Once he got there, he looked into the room and saw Blaine curled up on his bed, shivering, the old stuffed bear pressed hard against his chest.
Kurt stood there for a moment and than slowly walked backwards towards his room. He sat on his bed and grabbed at his blanket. Kurt looked down at the cloth and than stood up, stripping it from his mattress. He walked across the hall, knocking on the doorframe of Blaines room. His eyes were closed, but he wanted to make sure he was definitely sleeping. He slowly walked over to Blaines bed and carefully place the blanket over Blaines body.
Kurt looked down at the small boy. He wanted so bad to brush the hair out of his face and kiss his forehead goodnight, but instead, he just sighed and went back to his cold room.
A/N : So again, thanks so much everyone. And I'm realizing as I read over the chapters, it's not very detailed. I'm going to work on that, I promise. You all deserve a well written story, and that's what I'm going to give you, even if it takes me forever. Which it probably won't. But anyway, thanks, and don't forget to check out Tumblr and Twitter!
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