A/N: Hello everybody! Firstly, the time kind of jumps a little in this chapter so just a pre warning. I'd also like to apologize for the rather long updateing time. This whole week has been kind of crazy for me. So, as an apology, Blaine's here! Strap on your bowties, and get out your hair gel everybody! Because, Blaine 'Warbler' Anderson, has entered the builing.

Warnings: Same as chapters 1&2

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or Dr. Seuss' genius.

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Kurt never thought about how hard it would be to walk into his house, hell he never thought about how hard it would be to leave the hospital. Even though he couldn't stand Nurse Holts sunshine smile, the food was terrible, and he had counted every tile and crack in his room, Kurt found it hard to walk back into the world. The world that told him everyday that he wasn't enough, that he wouldn't find love, that he was destined to burn for something he couldn't control. The hospital was almost a safe haven, all he did was lay on the bed and think. He thought about his collection of Dr. Seuss books that he kept hidden in his hope chest, next to his tiaras, that he would read when ever things got to hard. One particular quote seemed to always stick with him, in fact he had it hanging inside his locker on the back wall where no one could see it, "Al alone! Whether you like it or not, alone is something you'll be quite a lot." It was true, Kurt was alone.

Well, maybe he wasn't so alone anymore. After his dad and Dr. Trunnel left, Puck stayed in the room. He even offered to hold his hand when Nurse Holt came in with the stitching supplies. Kurt, not so politely, refused. He was already pretty much numb from the pain meds and all of the emotional crap he's been dealing with. After his wrists were stitched and re-bandaged, Nurse Holt left, only to come back a few minutes later with her smile a little smaller than before.

"Mr. Hummel, your clothes were ruined from your accident, and we can't let you leave in the hospital gown since it doesn't cover..erm...everything. Do you have someone that can bring you some clothes or do you want me to get your dad?" Before Kurt could reply, with some snarky comment that probably wasn't necessary but whatever, Puck spoke up from the seat next to him.

"It's cool Nurse, I've got some clothes in my truck that Kurt can borrow." Kurt turned his head towards Puck, with one eyebrow raised. "You cool with that Princess?"

"Uh..yeah" Kurt replied. Nurse Holt smiled and quickly left the room.

Puck left for a few minutes, and returned with a WMHS hoodie and a pair of jeans. Handing them to Kurt, Puck left the room again while he changed. The hoodie was a little to big and the jeans hung low on his hips but, it was better than walking out in a blanket. November was a pretty cold fucking month in Ohio.

Kurt sat back down on the bed and called Puck back into the room. After a few minutes of idle conversation, Dr. Trunnel came in with a wheelchair. Hospital policy stated that patients had to leave in a wheelchair and, since he was still a little loopy form the pain meds, being wheeled out of the hospital wasn't exactly that difficult to resist. His father handed him his phone and, Kurt shoved it in his pocket. Not caring about the amount of texts Mercedes and Rachel sent him. He ended up deleteing all of them when he got in the car. Before he left, Puck insisted on getting his number, saying "All you have to do is call me Princess, and I'll be there. No one's going to fuck with you now"

And now, here he was standing on the porch of his house, waiting for his dad to find the right key to unlock the door. The door opened and, startled him out of his thoughts. Stepping over the threshold, Kurt looked around his home. He's not sure what he was expecting, everything looked the same. But, the atmosphere felt different. Not a bad different but, not a good different either. Just...different. Burt coughed from his place next to the door. Kurt turned around and raised a questioning eyebrow.

"I scheduled your appointment with Dr. Golten for next Tuesday. If you uh if you want I'll order some pizza and we can..talk. I want us to talk more." Burt said, while taking his cap off and scratching his head.

"Uh yeah, thats fine dad. I'm just...I'm going to go change real fast. Pucks clothes smell like the locker room at school.." Kurt replied, already heading towards his room. His dad nodded and went into the kitchen to order the pizza.

Kurt walked down the stairs and stepped into his room, looking around everything was just how he left it. He felt suffocated. Quickly crossing the room to his dresser and pulling out his own pair of pajamas, he walked into his bathroom to take a shower. Opening the door, he almost dropped his clothes at the sight of the bathroom. His dad must have not had time to, well, get rid of his mess. The bathtub was caked with dried blood and the red letters glared at him from the mirror. Kurt ran up the stairs and almost knocked his dad down, who was exiting the kitchen.

"Woah Kurt, whats wrong? Are you okay?" Burt said, as he wrapped his arms around his son. Tears started falling from Kurts eyes and Burt grew increasingly worried.

"I'm sorry dad! I went into the bathroom to take a shower and the bathub..and the mirror..and I'm so sorry dad. I'm just, I'm so sorry" Kurt cried, clutching onto his father. Burt shushed his son and led him to the couch. Letting Kurt curl into his side and cry.

"It's okay son...It'll be okay"

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Puck walked into school the next day, feeling pretty damn good about himself. Sure, his ma was upset about the whole 'fight during school and dissapearing for a few hours when he should have been home' thing. But, once he explained to her everything that happened with Kurt, she understood and even told him that she was proud of him for caring about Kurt and helping him through everything. It had been a long time since Pucks mom had said that and, even though he would never admit it, it gave him happy little butterflies in his stomach to know he wasn't a complete fuck up.

He turned the corner to his locker, and saw Rachel standing next to it with her arms crossed and face morphed into a scowl. Oh my god it is to early for this. Puck walked up to his locker, doing his best to ignore Rachel. However, that didn't quite work.

"Puck! I can't believe you! We are this close to sectionals and, you miss a club rehearsal for some stupid fight! We already lost you during your stint at juvie. Do you even care about this club?..." Puck listened to Rachel as she rambled on about everything he did wrong and how the club was lucky to have her to even stay a float. By the time she was done, Puck had already gotten his books for his first class out of his locker and was ready to leave.

"Well, as fun as this has been Rachel, I have a class to get to." Puck replied, turning to leave. Unfortunately, he didn't get very far before Finn stopped him too. Puck looked at him. With a raised eyebrow and his chest puffed out a little bit. Usually when Finn came to talk to him, it wasn't about cupcakes and cheerleaders. Espeacially after the whole babyegate thing last year. Puck couldn't really blame Finn though, what he did was pretty damn unforgiveable.

"What the hell was that yesterday dude? I heard you in the locker room defending Kurt and the next thing I know, everybody is fighting!" Finn said.

"Well, you heard Kurt the other day. He gets so much shit here and I was just trying to help. I'm not going to just sit and watch anymore." Puck watched as a range of emotions went through Finn's face, then Finn's mouth started to open and close like he was trying to say something but wasn't quite sure.

"Dude...do you...are you...are you and Kurt like...a thing?" Finn whispered, leaning down a little bit and widening his eyes. What the actualy fuck goes through Finn's head?

"What the hell Finn, no. What made you think that?

"Well it's just, I remember how Kurt got all stalkery with me last year. I figured the reason he...you know...was because he was upset about the fact that you were straight. But, then everything in the locker room happened yesterday and I was wondering if maybe you and Kurt got into a relationship fight or something. He can get pretty emotional." Puck stood there for a few seconds, just gaping at Finn. Did he really think Kurt tried to kill himself because of unrequieted love, or a 'relationship fight'? Maybe hanging out with Rachel gave Finn a case of 'overly dramaticness' or Finn was really just that fucking dumb.

"Finn, dude, it's not like that" Puck tried to walk away after that but, Finn stopped him again this is getting pretty annoying.

"Where did you go after the fight yesterday? You weren't in Glee"

"I went to see Kurt, the dude needs a friend right now. Which is something that no one else is being. I mean look at you Finn, even after everything that Kurt told us you assumed that he tried to kill hemself because of some unreturned feelings. Did you ever think about going down to the hospital and trying to talk to him?"

"Well, no. I mean, come on dude it doesn't really affect us that much. Why should I be upset that Kurt tried to kill himself?" Puck had to leave then. He couldn't stand there, listening to what Finn was saying, without giving him a face to match Karofsky's. He heard Finn call out to him but, Puck just kept walking until he arrived at his first class.

Some people...are just really fucked up

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Dr. Golten smiled at his secretary, Scarlett, as he entered the lobby to his office. Shrugging off his coat and hanging it on the rack by the door, Dr. Golten set towards Scarlett's desk. She already had his appointment book open, ready to answer any of Dr. Goltens questions for the day.

"Good Morning Scarlett! How does my schedule look for today?" Scarlett beamed at Dr. Golten, and looked down at the scheduling book.

"Well, you have Mr. Grendof coming in at 10 for his weekly appointment, and Ms. Hendilan coming in at noon. Her daughter has been acting up again. Oh! And, you have a newcomer! He'll be in at about 2:30. His name is Kurt Hummel, Dr. Trunnel recommended you to him. I talked to his dad for a few minutes, this poor kid has been through hell and back it seems." Dr. Golten sighed upon hearing the story of Kurt, as Scarlett recounted everything Mr. Hummel had told her on the phone. Was it really so hard for acceptance in todays world? Here is a 17 year old boy, that was bullied and hurt so many times that he death looked like the only way out.

Scarlett's face morphed into one of sympathy, she knew how cases like Kurt's always hit a little to close to home for him. Standing up, she walked over to the mini fridge hidden under her desk and handed Dr. Golten a bottle of water. Gratefully, Dr. Golten took a sip and came back to himself. Shooting Scarlett another smile, he walked into his office and set up his meetings for the day.

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Kurt sat in his dad's car, looking out the window as they headed towards Dr. Golten's office. Sighing at the thought of having a shrink, Kurt switched the radio station. Not because he didn't like the songs, just because he was looking for something to do. He was getting a little fidgety, knowing he'd have to talk to a stranger about all of the fucked up shit going on in his life. Well, he didn't have to talk but, if he didn't then these 'sessions' would end up lasting forever.

Glanceing over at his dad, he took in the bags under his eyes and the stiff way he sat in his seat. Burt had barely been sleeping since everything had happened, and spent most of his time worrying about how he was going to keep Kurt from ever going back to McKinley. Burt told him about Dr. Trunnel suggesting Dalton, and Kurt never really gave him an answer. He wanted to leave Mckinley and, with the way the brochure described it, Dalton seemed like fucking heaven. But, Kurt couldn't shake the nagging thought in the back of his mind that he didn't belong there. That maybe, once Kurt made a few friends there, they would learn about his scars and how fucked up he was. No bullying policy looked wonderful on paper, but how could that actually exist.

The car came to a stop in front of a smallish stone office buildng. Funny, Kurt had spent the last week imagining this place as a white sterile box with foam walls. Stepping out of the car and shutting the door, probably with more force than neccessary, Kurt began walking up to the entrance. His dad following quickly behind. Kurt caught a glimpse of himself in the reflection of the door before stepping in. He was wearing an old sweatshirt, with a few holes somewhere probably, to cover up the bandages on his arms and an old pair of jeans that had faded and frayed a little. It was sort of intrigueing how Kurt, the fashionista extrodanaire, was wearing cheap fabric and unstyled hair. Honestly, Kurt really didn't give a damn about how he looked right now, he barely left his home and he wasn't exactly trying to impress Dr. whats-his-face.

Walking into the office, he saw a woman with jet black hair that curled a little towards the end, working behind a desk. She looked up from her book when the door opened and flashed Kurt a small smile. For some reason, Kurt didn't feel like cringing at the site like he did whenever Nurse Holt walked into his hospital room. The womans smile, though small, actually looked caring and helpful and real. Unlike the thousands of forced and strained smiles he's had to put up with.

His dad walked around him up to the desk and began talking quietly with the woman there, Kurt glanced at her name plate as he found a seat. Scarlett was printed on the plate in standard font, and Kurt glanced up at her once again. Hoping she wasn't wearing any red to be annoyingly ironic. Luckily she was not, she simply wore a black shirt and a white cardigan. Kurt could feel a little of his old self surface as he admired her choice in dress and how it fit her wonderfully. Looking away, Kurt scanned the office, taking in the soft oak colored walls with an emerald lining. It was actually somewhat relaxing, whether or not Kurt wanted to admit it.

His dad sat down in the seat next to him, apparantly done talking to Scarlett. They sat there, in silence, for a few minutes before a door towards the back opened and a middle aged man in a brown sweater and jeans stepped out. Looking towards the waiting area, the man spotted Kurt and shot him another small smile. Much like Scarlett's.

"Ah, you must be Kurt Hummel. It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Dr. Golten"

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2 months later

Burt walked into the familiar stone walled building. Smiling at Scarlett as he walked up to her desk. The waiting room held a few people, probably waiting for whoever was in Dr. Goltens office to finish their session.

"Mr. Hummel! How are you doing? I know I saw Kurt a few days ago but, how is he? Dr. Golten said he's doing better." Burt nodded because, Kurt was doing better. Sure he wasn't completely healed but, he was smiling more and even turning back into his old self. His self before the bullying escalated. Puck had been coming around a lot after football practice and him and Kurt had become close. They would spend their time talking about random topics and Burt would often come home to find them stretched out on the couch, with some sort of ice cream or snack sitting on the table. Even though Burt would try to sneak a little bit, Kurt would slap his hand away saying that his heart needed to stay healthy. Then, when Kurt wasn't looking, Puck would sneak him a little bit of whatever they were munching on. Everything wasn't fixed but, things were sure as hell getting better.

"Yeah..yeah he is."

Just then, the door to Dr. Goltens office opened and a petite looking girl with long brunette hair stepped out. She had her arms closed in on herself and the few people in the waiting room rushed over to her. She lifted her head, nodded, and hugged each one of them. Dr. Golten stepped out of the office and softly spoke to each member of the group, and led them towards the door. After saying goodbye he turned and smiled at Burt.

"Mr. Hummel! Thank you for coming down, if you'd step into my office I'd like to discuss some things with you." Burt nodded and followed him into his office. Sitting down on the soft brown couch, Burt watched as Dr. Golten sat down at his desk with a file that had Kurt's name on it. Looking up at Burt, Dr. Golten smiled and folded his hands.

"Kurt has been coming along quite wonderfully. While he is still a bit secretive about some things, and his guard is still up most of the time, he's made quite a lot of progress. I never put him on medication because, I personally don't feel he needs it. Kurt was lost, broken, and upset. After your heart attack and the bullying escalateing, I belive Kurt had a moment of temporary insanity, causing him to feel enclosed in horror. To him, the only way out was to sleep and well...never wake up. Now, he knows what he did was the wrong way to go about things and since he's been kept away from the toxic enviornment of McKinley, Kurt hasn't had any more thoughts of suicide or hurting himself. I think his friend Puck has also helped in keeping him on track. Now, I'm not sure how he will react to people that he isn't comfortable with but, I believe it would be best if Kurt returned to school." Burt took a moment to take all of this information in, his son was actually getting better. It wasn't all in his head. But, school? Was Kurt ready for that? Burt had already decided that he'd send Kurt to Dalton but, how would Kurt be able to deal with being thrown into a completely new enviornment? It almost felt like they would be taking one step forward and two steps back. Kurt still hadn't talked to any of his old glee friends from McKinley, besides Puck. Although...it didn't seem like they tried all that much. After Puck came home from them competeing at Sectionals, and winning, most of them forget Kurt even existed.

"Are...are you sure that's a good idea Dr. Golten? Kurt can barely even answer the door for the pizza kid without making the poor boy leave in tears." Burt replied.

"Well, that's why I think it'd be best. If Kurt returns to school, he'd be able to move his way back into society. I'm not letting him go alone though, Scarlett will be accompanying him." Burt cocked his head to the side. Scarlett? Well, yeah her and Kurt got a long really well but she was just a secretary right. "I know that look Mr. Hummel. Yes, Scarlett is a secretary but she's also a student. She's been studying under me for about two years and, seeing as how her and Kurt get along so well I thought it'd be best. Kurt would still see me regularly but, Scarlett would be there so Kurt wouldn't be dumped completely into a world of strangers. Dr. Trunnel told me you and her had already been working on getting Kurt an academic scholarship at Dalton for whenever he returned. I can pull a few strings and get him in within the next few weeks. Scarlett would also be given a room on campus, used for cases like Kurt's."Dr. Golten added.

Burt thought about it, and decided he'd talk to Kurt about it first. Smiling at Dr. Golten Burt stood up from his chair.

"Thank you for all of your help Dr. Golten. I trust your judgement and if you think Kurt is ready to go back to school then, he probably is. But, I'm still going ot have to have to talk to him about it. So, I'll give you a call as soon as he gives me an answer."

"Thank you Mr. Hummel. I hope to hear from you soon."

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"School? Like...school school?" Kurt couldn't believe what his dad was saying. Sure, the house had been getting boring and Kurt was missing some form of intellectual challenge. The movie trivia on FX wasn't exactly doing it for him any more. But, Kurt couldn't go to a new school. A new school where he didn't know anybody.

"Dad...I'll be alone. I can't be alone yet. I mean yeah, I miss learning and it's getting boreing as fucking hell here but, I don't know if I could do that Dad."

"But you won't be alone Kurt! Scarlett will be going with you, she's been studying under Dr. Golten for years. I fully understand if you're not ready Kurt. It's just a suggestion." Kurt looked up when his dad mentioned Scarlett. Kurt loved Scarlett, she wasn't overly cheery or annoyingly bright and starry eyed. She was down to earth and actually kept Kurt somewhat sane.

"Scarlett...Scarlett will be there?" Kurt asked in a small, unsure voice. Burt nodded and smiled encouragingly at Kurt. After taking a few minutes to weigh his options, Kurt stood up from his chair by the counter and took a deep breath.

"If Scarlett will be there, and Dr. Golten doesn't think I'm too fucked up to engage in normal human contact then I might as well give it a shot...that Dalton place has a no bullying policy right? Let's see how well it works."

"Well I'll go give Dr. Golten a call then" Burt said, turning to leave the kitchen. Stopping at the entrance, he turned back aorund and looked at his son. "I'm glad you're getting better Kurt."

"Me too dad...me too."

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Blaine hated math. Like really hated math. So, you can imagine how over joyed he was to be called out of his Calculas class down to the principals office. Sure, there was the off chance that he was going to get another lecture about scuff marks on the common room couches but, he was willing to deal with that over functions any day. Walking down the hallway with his hands in his pocket and whistling a soft tune under his breath, Blaine felt at ease. He glanced at the artwork linging the halls and the few boys sitting on the couches, taking a free period to study or do homework. It wasn't long before he rounded the corner to the front office, and strolled in shooting his signature smile at the secretary working up front.

"Hello Ms. Dent. How are you today?" Blaine asked, hoping to make some light conversation before entering Principal Roymans office. Blaine watched as Ms. Dents cheeks reddened a little and she ducked her head, with her glasses sliding off of her nose, before smiling back at Blaine.

"I'm fine. Prinicpal Royman should be out any minute, so just take a seat." she softly replied. Blaine sat down in one of the plush office chairs. After a few seconds of idly twidling his thumbs, the door to the principals office opened and Prinicpal Royman beckoned him inside.

Quickly walking into the room and shutting the door, Blaine sat down in the chair in front of the Principals desk. Trying to look as well mannered as possible, Blaine striaghtened his back and set his hands in his lap.

"Mr. Anderson, thank you for coming in here. We have a new transfer student joining us today, his name is Kurt Hummel, and I'd like you to show him around a little bit. He'll be boarding in Jeff Stanyuns room but, I figured you'd be the best person to ease him into the school. I must warn you he is a bit timid at the moment, he went through some terrible things at his previous school. Seeing as how you both were...taunted, I felt you'd be the best choice. I just need you to show him around the dorms, take him down to dinner, and spend this weekend getting him acquainted with the Dalton atmosphere. We want him to feel as welcomed as possible." Blaine listened as Principal Royman gave him some information on the new kid, like where his room was and what grade he was in. Blaine was intrgued by all of this. Meeting a new student and getting to help him fall in love with Dalton? Perfect.

"I can assure you Principal Royman, I will do my best and Kurt will resurface unharmed." He replied. Principat Royman dismissed him, with instructions to wait by the front doors. Kurt would be arriving soon and, probably wouldn't know left from right when he got there.

Blaine stood on the Dalton academy steps, hugging his coat around him in the frosty January air. A black navigator entered the parking lot and pulled around to the steps. The door opened and a boy wearing a blue milllitary style army jacket, and black skinny jeand stepped out. Wrapping a scarf around his neck the boy, who Blaine assumed was Kurt, walked up to Blaine. Blaine looked at this beautiful boys soft pale skin and green-blue-gray eyes. Blaine almost thought he could feel cupids arrow fling onto his back, even though it was probably just a fallen ice cube. He stuck his hand out for the boy to shake, hoping not to come off as to urgent.

"Hi, I'm Blaine Anderson. I'm here to show you around Dalton and get you accompanied with the place." Blaine said, a bright smile on his face. Kurt looked down at his hand sticking out in mid air, and Blaine watched as his eyes turned cold. Opening his mouth, the boy spoke.

"I didn't know hobbits were allowed to leave the shire." Never had an insult, sounded so beautiful to Blaine.

Well guys there you have it!

I feel kind of bad, I sort of strayed from the prompt a tiny bit with how Kurt and Blaine met. I hope it's not an issue.

I hope you enjoyed this chapter! And I'll be off for Thanksgiving break next week so chapter 8 shouldn't take this long.

Reviews keep me going loves! Thanks again!