Author's Note: Alright, so we're finally getting somewhere. And we get to meet my OCs. I'm really, really nervous about them. Like, terrified. I hope they're okay.

–runs and dives into bomb shelter-

Disclaimer: I don't own anything…except my OCs. I love them though. :D

"So get me out
Start me over
Forever changed
I should have told you
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh whoa-oh
I'm falling apart."
-"Falling Apart," Matt Nathanson.

Kurt sighed, leaning his head against the car's backseat window. Raindrops splashed against the cool surface as he looked up at the dreary, gray clouds in the sky. Of course it would rain today.

He'd left the hospital a little over a week ago after a strong warning followed by a lecture from his doctor saying he needed to be sent to a rehab and self-help facility as soon as he was back on his feet and able to. For the eight days he'd spent at home, he rarely saw anything, but the back of his eyelids and the worried faces of his fellow New Directions members as well as his family.

Kurt still could remember the worried looks they would exchange when they thought he wasn't looking.

"Kurt?" The boy in question looked through the windowpane to see his father standing outside. He opened the door and Kurt stepped out to join him. They moved to he back of his father's car to grab his bags and threw open the trunk. "I checked you in. They said we're just supposed to settle you in and unpack and someone will be around to show you around before supper." He rubbed at the back of his neck when Kurt didn't respond. "Listen, I know it's going to be hard…But you'll get through this." Kurt swore he saw more tears in his father's eyes. "You're strong."

Kurt swallowed. "Oh, Dad." He grabbed his father and folded him into a hug. They stood there for a moment, not wanting to believe this had all really happened.

Burt stepped back and let go. "Let's go. You need to unpack."

Lying on the bed, Kurt stared at the boring white ceiling and the boring white walls. He was completely unpacked and ready for his tour. His father had left nearly half an hour ago, after a heart-felt-if not slightly awkward-speech about how much better he would be after getting the help he needed and that he would be back tomorrow evening.

There was a commotion of voices outside and the counter-tenor frowned, propping himself up on one elbow, looking to the door when a knock sounded. "Hello?" he called.

A tall girl with long, blonde hair that went past her shoulders stuck her upper half through the door. She was in an over-sized, scarlet, Ohio State sweatshirt and Kurt could see the edge of her ratty dark wash jeans through the crack in the door. Even from the distance, Kurt could tell that her eyes were a startling bright green and that she wore no make-up on her peachy skin.

"Hi," she said, grinning slightly. "I'm Emily and, well, apparently, I'm in charge of showing all the newcomers around…" She paused, pulling a sheet of paper from her pocket, unfolding it. "…Which is you…and only you. Weird."

The boy got up, his mouth turning up slightly at the corners if only to feign amusement. "Hello."

Emily laughed awkwardly. "Hey. I guess we'll get going. I just have to find Nick…" She trailed off as she turned and left the room, Kurt hesitating before following her.

The blonde walked down the hallway a few doors, her black converse squeaking slightly on the tile flooring, barging into the room marked 507. Kurt paused again, wondering whether or not he should enter before Emily reached through the door and pulled him into the room by his wrist.

The counter-tenor looked around the room. With the same basic layout as his own, it had a bed in the corner furthest from the door with windows on the far wall that showed the front entrance as well as the parking lot. Along the right wall, there was a dresser as well as a flat screen TV, currently on and hooked up to a Playstation 3. To the left was a closet and what a bathroom.

On the bed sat a boy, probably a year older than Kurt. He wore Jean-shorts and a plain gray T-shirt. His hair was blonde, skin tanned, and his eyes were a light blue. Even while he was sitting, Kurt could tell he was at least five-foot nine, a few inches taller than Emily. On his lap was a worn-out acoustic that Kurt could assume he'd been playing before he and Emily had barged in.

The other boy glared at Emily. "What do you want, Ems? Aren't you supposed to be giving tours right now?"

Emily jerked her thumb back at Kurt. "I am, but I need Nick. Where's he hiding out now?" Emily gave a sigh and turned to Kurt. "Sorry about this. My jerk of a brother can't keep track of anything—" She turned back to the other boy. "—Including people who are on the 'must watch' list!"

The boy blinked, as if just realizing Kurt was there. He gave him a small nod. "Hey. I'm Josh Myers. And how was I supposed to know he wasn't with you?" The last part was directed at his sister.

Emily threw her hands up in the air. "Who knows where he could be? With the way he's been acting this month, he could be—"

"Hey guys?" A quiet voice came from the door behind Kurt and the counter-tenor turned to see a lean boy, with a mass of straight red-blonde hair standing there. He had fair skin and piercing green eyes. He was a few inches taller than Kurt was. Kurt frowned when he noticed the bags under his eyes, subconsciously realizing the boy might be in the facility for the very same reasons Kurt himself was.

Emily spoke up, breaking his train of thought. "Nicholas Alexander Rowe! Where were you?" Josh rolled his eyes and shorted as she put his hands on her hips and tapped her foot impatiently.

The boy, who Kurt now knew as Nicholas, flinched slightly and held out a plastic water bottle. "I got thirsty...and then I went to walk outside..." He frowned, looking at Kurt as if trying to place him. His eyes widened suddenly. "Crap! I was supposed to help you do tours today wasn't I? Aw, man, I'm sorry Em. I swear I completely forgot! I mean-"

Josh cut him off. "Oh, relax. Em was just overreacting like always. She'll get over it." He narrowed his gaze at her when she huffed.

The girl took a second to swat at her brother before throwing her hands up. "Well," she said, making her way to the door. "I guess we should start showing you around before dinner. Come on, newbie." Josh scoffed and rolled his eyes but said nothing as Kurt followed Emily out the door the other boy trailing slightly behind.

As the walked down the hall—Emily talking about each and every room, paying no mind that Kurt wasn't listening—Kurt found himself looking for any sign of why the other two could be in the facility. They seemed normal enough…and happy enough. Kurt shrugged, deciding to stay out of other people's business. Besides, he was here to recover. He rubbed his arms subconsciously and jumped slightly when he noticed Nicholas frowning as he saw the scars.

The other boy shook his head. "I get it. I—I did the same thing once. I stopped…for a while but then it wasn't enough-" He stopped, his eyes wide. "Crap! This is exactly why they never have me do tours. And now I'm rambling and—" He stopped again when Kurt raised an eyebrow. "Sorry…I'm Nick, by the way." Nick blushed awkwardly.

Kurt grinned slightly. "Kurt Hummel."

Author's Note: -crosses fingers- I'm sorry? You're welcome? I'll just go die in a hole now because this was awful?

Peace, Love, Mark, and Iggy.

Kierstin.