Hey Guys!

I apologize for not updating in a few weeks but I'll make it up to you guys somehow, I promise!

There are many aspects of this chapter which I related to deeply (most of which linked back to the reason why I had not been able to update)

Other than that, enjoy! :)

Kurt laid on his bed in the pitch black room. It was dead-silent apart from the sound of the wind hitting against the glass of the window.

It was after hours and Kurt was still awake and deep in his thoughts.

Kurt brushed his thumb and caressed his freshly wounded cuts on his wrists that he had carved in early that day -using the razor blade that he had broken out of a sharpener that he had taken from the front reception desk.

Kurt decided to think as far back as he could. He tried to remember and savor the memories of the days where he was a normal kid without any issues.

Kurt used to be just like any other kid; he used to attend school, he would look forward to the summer breaks and loved helping his dad out at his work fixing cars, his mum would read him to bed every night till he fell asleep, and had a genuine interest in music.

Kurt loved to sing -something which his mother had noticed- and began taking vocal lessons as well piano lessons.

All those memories of the glorious feeling when he would perform in front of small crowds consisting of other parents and relatives of the other children waiting to watch them perform. The way his parents would always be so proud of him afterwards. The feeling of being fed with the applause of the audience completed him.

Yes. This was all Kurt needed.

But that all changed when his personality took a twist for the worse; Kurt became dark.

Kurt continued resting on his back as he brushed his thumb over his freshly carved skin -which were deep, long lines going downwards instead of across.

It had been 4 months since Kurt had gotten his hands on something sharp to cause the pain he felt he deserved and that painful feeling he so desperately craved.

He craved the addictive sharp, painful feeling -which clearly existed but still felt numb- from the contact of the blade to his skin as it pricked. The weight of shame which pushed it in further, encouraging him. The white specks which appeared within his eye sight as he dragged the blade down further. The voice in his head which encouraged him to go through with it, that he was worthless, it's his time, he's life is ruined for being mentally ill, his whole life has been a laughing stock, until he began crying uncontrollably from the memories and words which were running through his head which had bruised and scarred him and couldn't keep a steady hold of the blade any longer so he laid there; a shaking mess, bleeding everywhere.

This was no longer just a pain relief.

This was now a one-step closer to suicide.

Kurt had to clear his head so he gently climbed out of bed, left the dull room, and decided to take a stroll along the long dark corridors of the asylum which were populated by bodies which breathed but dead souls.

Florance Zachurr Asylum was most definitely not a place someone would want to dorm in.

All the walls were off-colour and stained with unrecognizable liquids of a dark shade.

This is was no place for someone of big dreams like Kurt. It just reminded him just how insane and unstable he is.

As Kurt continued strolling along the Asylum claustrophobic, jail-like walls, wandering in the dead of night, he noticed a light in one of the offices.

Blaine's office.

Kurt walked further down the hall.

Blaine's office door was opened just a crack with a glimpse of light shinning out of it.

Kurt walked over and slowly pushed the door entirely opened -which caused a low screeching noise from the rusty door hinges- to reveal a very frustrated Blaine who was seated at his desk as he concentrated deeply on paper work with only a lamp lighting his way.

"Blaine..." Kurt said in almost a whisper, unintentionally.

Blaine peeked over his shoulder to see Kurt standing in the doorway and instantly snapped his head back towards the papers he was deeply concentrating on just as quickly.

"Hi, Kurt," Blaine greeted, still focusing on his paper work. "What are you doing up?"

"Insomnia." He lied. "What-"

"Hold up, Kurt," Blaine finished off the last sentence of whatever it was he was writing then spun his chair around so he could be facing Kurt. "Now, what was that?"

"What are you still doing here? You should've finished off hours ago." Kurt pointed out with an eyebrow raised.

"Should've," Blaine said. "I had some unfinished work I had to get done by tomorrow morning so I stayed back." He explained.

"I see." Kurt said, turning his gaze to the dark corner of thee room.

"Is there something on your mind, Kurt?" Blaine asked with concern, clearly seeing that there was.

Kurt snapped his eyes back at Blaine. Blaine could definitely see the fear in his eyes of whatever it was that was dangling in his mind now.

"Wh-?" He hesitated for a minute. "I- no..."

"Come here, Kurt." Blaine said as he gestured for Kurt to come closer. Kurt did as he was told.

Blaine looked deeply into Kurt's gaze with concern.

"What's wrong?" He simply said. My God, those crystal blue eyes were beautiful!

Kurt could feel his Lacrimal Gland pulsing as his eyelids began feeling heavy by wet liquid as his tears prickled and began to build up. Kurt fluttered his eyelids a few times with the result of a few tear drops dripping down his face as he attempted to avoid them from bursting out as he turned his gaze anywhere else but Blaine. Starring into those gorgeous honey eyes was too much.

The moment he turned back to gaze into Blaine's concerned eyes, he gave in.

Kurt leaned over, wrapping his arms around Blaine -Blaine did the same- and sobbed into his shoulder.

"Hey, it's okay," Blaine said as he brushed hair from Kurt's face. He had never seen Kurt like this before. "What's wrong."

"I'm a failure! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" Kurt sobbed. "Everything I do is wrong! I completely understand if you want to quit your job and give up on me. They all do. It's right!"

"What is?" Blaine asked, getting further worried than before.

"The voice, Blaine! The voice!" Kurt continued sobbing out. "My time's up! I should've done it! Why did I have to lose control? why? It was right!"

Blaine went wide-eyed by the choice of words Kurt had just spoken. He instantly stood from his chair, dragging them both up whilst still embracing and tightened the hug, feeling his own tears building up.

"No! It's wrong! Ignore it!" Blaine insisted desperately. "I'll never leave, I promise." He said, hoping the convince him otherwise of the negativity circling his head.

"No! It's right!" Kurt tried insisting. "No one would even care! "

"I'd care!" Blaine admitted, sounding a little too desperate than he intended.

Kurt lifted his head from where it had been stifled in Blaine's shoulder and looked directly at Blaine's eyes, sniffling and wiping his tears with his own shoulder whilst his arms were still around Blaine's neck.

"You would?" Kurt asked with so much hope in his eyes.

How long would Blaine be able to control himself?

"Of course! And don't you for one second think you're insane." Blaine said.

"Because it's not like I'm in an insane asylum or anything." Kurt said sarcastically.

Blaine had realized what he had just said and wanted to slap himself. He should've chosen better words, but he didn't want Kurt to feel as if he was like everyone else who's caged in here.

"You wanna know something?" Blaine said. "You may have some...problems,but you're the most perfectly sane person I have ever encountered in these walls. Even most of the carers deserve to be here more so than you."

Kurt sniffled. "You mean that?"

"Absolutely." Blaine confirmed.

They starred at each other for a minute, gazing into each other's eyes till Kurt slapped the sexual frustration in the face as he crashed his lips on Blaine's.

They broke apart for a second to stare at each other and confirm that they weren't being pushed out of their comfort zone through their facial expressions until they connected their lips once again and stayed kissing for a good few minutes.

Blaine moved his hand from around Kurt's waist where he was hugging him to comfort him -down to his ass which he had wanted to touch for so long- and gave a hard squeeze which he received a moaning response from Kurt.

Kurt encouraged Blaine to continue grabbing at Kurt hard to make sure he wasn't dreaming again.

He wasn't.

This was really happening.

Once reality hit Blaine, he instantly broke from both the kiss and the embrace. Blaine blushed a timid red and continued to stare at Kurt -who panted from the loss- with pink, swollen lips.

"I, uhh-" Blaine hesitated for a moment. "I've got to go." Blaine said as he rushed out the door, leaving Kurt in the middle of his office.