After he had successfully moved his bed, desk, and taken inventory of the soaps and sharp edges in the bathroom, Kurt figured he couldn't be reclusive forever. Someone would probably come around eventually, and he didn't want to get in trouble on his first day.

Oh god. He sounded like a little boy on his first day of Kindergarten. Shaking his head, he got up and strode out of his room. He went down the hall, remembering the way to the two rooms Jo had shown him.

He walked past the library and peeked into the lounge. There were far too many people for Kurt's liking, so he backtracked a few steps, tentatively entering the library. Looking around, he saw that the tall boy and the blond girl had left. One person remained, however. Kurt sighed. Well, it's my lucky day, isn't it? He thought irritably. He looked at the boy with the curly hair. He seemed smaller than Kurt. He probably wouldn't try to hit him.

Maybe the boy wouldn't talk to him. Maybe he would finish his book and leave. Maybe this would be one of the most awkward encounters of Kurt's life so far. Kurt walked toward the other side of the room, attempting to look casual, but his entire plan soon went out the window.

"Hi," the boy said pleasantly.

Kurt froze. Should he make a run for it and go deal with the people in the lounge? Should he pretend to be deaf? No, that was a stupid idea. He decided to stall while he formulated his escape plan.

"Um, hi," Kurt replied cautiously. He wondered if this boy heard voices, or perhaps he was a homicidal maniac who liked to kill fluffy puppies.

The boy grinned widely. "You're new," he said simply.

"How do you know?" Kurt questioned.

"Because I would have noticed you before," the boy said simply.

Okay, Kurt, come up with a plan.

But Kurt had nothing.

He screwed everything up. He should've had a backup plan for the cutting, an alibi. Shouldn't have told Mercedes. Should've slipped in some nail clippers after Carole checked his suitcase.

"Sorry if I look too queer to blend in with the crowd," Kurt said bitterly.

The boy raised his eyebrows in surprise. "You don't," he answered quietly, looking as through this was a very surprising piece of information.

Kurt didn't respond. How do you talk to someone who's crazy? Well, Kurt had fucked up and gotten himself thrown in here. Maybe they were both crazy.

"Do I look crazy to you?" Kurt asked before he could stop himself. The boy laughed. His laugh sounded amazing. "No," he said with a smile. "Do I look crazy to you?"

Kurt couldn't help but smile back. "I'm still trying to decide, but no, not yet." The boy extended his hand. "My name's Blaine."

"Kurt," Kurt said, shaking hands with the boy. He really was very good looking. He wore dark jeans, the kind that were not dirty or ripped. Kurt approved. He also wore red converse shoes, and a gray t-shirt with some design on it. Oh my god, was that-?

It was.

The boy was wearing an Avenue Q t-shirt. Kurt burst into a fit of laughter. Avenue Q. As in one of the gayest musicals on Broadway. As in, this boy had a souvenir T-shirt from a musical.

Kurt looked down at Blaine, who appeared confused. "Why are you laughing?" He asked. Kurt smirked, barely able to contain his laughter.

Instead of answering, he dragged a beanbag chair over to where Blaine was sitting. "I think your shirt is awesome," Kurt began.

The boy smiled. "Thanks," he said. "I saw it a few months ago. Do you like Broadway?"

Kurt smiled. "You have no idea. I take it you're gay, then? Sorry if I'm wrong." Blaine nodded in confirmation. Kurt beamed. "You totally have to come to my bedroom. You'll love it."

Blaine's eyes widened. Kurt laughed even harder than before. He couldn't even remember the last time he had really laughed. "Oh my god, let me rephrase that. I did some redecorating as soon as I got here. It's kind of Broadway-themed. I just thought you might wanna see it?" Blaine laughed at this, too. "Oh, okay. Thank god. I thought that you were coming on to me or something."

Kurt rolled his eyes, giving him his best bitch, please look. "You are crazy, I changed my mind." Kurt gave Blaine a hand up, and they walked out of the library and toward the stairs. "So, um, I don't know if it's rude to ask, but why are you here? I mean, you seem pretty normal to me." Blaine smiled. "Don't worry, you aren't overstepping or anything." He assured the taller boy. "I have OCD. It's not nearly as bad as it was when I got here." Kurt frowned, searching his mind for knowledge of what OCD entailed. He didn't come up with much. Balaniferous seemed to be acting normally, but Kurt noticed that he cracked his wrist every few seconds. He also rubbed his thumb nail against the first joint of his middle finger occasionally. It wasn't even noticeable unless you were really looking.

"Freaked out yet?" Blaine asked. "No," Kurt replied genuinely. It wasn't any creepier than Kurt cutting himself. "So, why are you here?" Blaine asked. "No, wait, let me guess. Creepy sex addict leading me up to your room so you can lock me in? It won't work, you know. They do room checks."

Kurt blushed slightly at Blaine's teasing comment. "I'd rather not say," he said quietly. Blaine turned suddenly serious, catching on to Kurt's hange of mood. "Oh, okay," he said comfortingly. "It's fine if that's too personal." Kurt nodded, deeply grateful that Blaine wasn't prying. He rather liked Blaine so far.

"Here we are," Blaine said after a little while, stopping in front of the doors. Kurt hadn't even noticed where they were walking. "Which one's yours?" Blaine asked. Kurt pointed to the middle door, slipping his hideous orange key out of his pocket. "Ah, cool," Blaine said as Kurt turned the key in the lock. "Your room's right next to mine. And my key is purple."

Kurt pushed the door open.

"Woah," Blaine whispered, stepping inside after Kurt. "I didn't think I'd ever meet someone who worships Broadway as much as I do.

Kurt smiled "Well, that's gay for you. He winked at Blaine, who laughed in return.

As he showed Blaine all of his posters, Kurt realized he felt different. Lighter, somehow, like maybe he would amount to something. Maybe he wouldn't always be the scared teenager hiding from his demons and facing them alone.

And Blaine didn't hate him. He was obviously doing something right. Blaine couldn't hate him, though, Kurt reasoned. Blaine didn't know him. His own friends back at McKinley couldn't wait to get rid of them. (He was too upset all of the time, and he just pulled everyone close to him down. They must be pretty eager to get away from him.)

He wasn't really screwed up. He was just different. (Not because he was gay; that was probably screwed up.) But the cutting, that was strong. That was dependable.

Kurt was confused, though. Blaine was gay. And Blaine seemed to be a very good person. He was putting up with Kurt, after all.

"So," Blaine began, "Met anyone else yet?"

Kurt shook his head. "No, I kind of thought they might be crazy. I don't... I don't belong here."

Blaine smiled at him. "We're all mad here," he said. "Everyone's mentally unhinged on some level. It's what makes us human."

What was up with this boy? Kurt wondered. He didn't seem to feel bad about being in a mental facility at all.

He looked at Blaine. "Could you maybe explain OCD for me a little bit? Sorry, you don't have to," He said, embarrassed. "I'm just curious..."

Blaine smiled and nodded encouragingly. "No, Kurt, it's completely fine. It doesn't even bother me."

"Really?" Kurt asked. "You don't, well, hate yourself for it?"

Blaine frowned. "No, why would I?"

Kurt's face got red. "No reason."

"Oh, okay." Blaine still let it go. "Well, OCD is like.. Well, it's like this feeling I get. Mostly, it's with things in a room. I feel like I need to touch them." He pauses. "Is that weird?"

Kurt shook his head. "Well, sometimes I feel like they need to be upside-down, or maybe I just need to touch them a certain number of times. It feels really good to pick stuff up and put it down a couple of times."

Kurt was puzzled. "Well, why not just stop?" He asked. "Leave the room or something." Blaine nodded patiently. "It isn't always that easy. I like organization; I always touch the centers of things, or the backs of them. And opening and closing things, too. If I open a cupboard and it bangs shut, let's say the door bounces back a little and then hits the cupboard four times. Well, four is... Four feels bad. I have a big thing with numbers, too. One, Three and five are really good. Five is the best, though. I used to like nines until I realized that three is the square root, and so three is okay instead. They really only go up to sixteen or seventeen. Thirteen was really, really bad."

He looked up at Kurt. "Sorry, I'm rambling." Kurt shook his head quickly, his eyes wide. "No, go on."

Blaine exhaled. "So, now thirteen is good. Something about the numbers shifted." He shrugs. "The behaviors usually go away after a while, but they're replaced with new ones."

Kurt was highly intrigued. "Well, why aren't you doing it right now?"

"Well, why aren't you doing whatever's your issue right now?" Blaine countered.

Kurt flinched. "Sorry," Blaine said. "That was uncalled for." "It's okay," Kurt said quietly. "I get it."

"I'm distracted," Blaine continued. "I'm talking to you. Also, this isn't my room, so I'm not really getting any strong feelings about what to touch. It's my first time in here, so I don't really have any rituals yet, I guess. It's easier to stop it before it begins, too. Sometimes I can just turn around and leave, and go somewhere else, and the urge will go away. But it's still there the next time. And once I get going, it's really hard to stop. It feels as though something really bad will happen, something will go wrong if I don't touch things. I know it's not true, but still... It's better to be safe then sorry."

He looked up at Kurt as though waiting for a reaction.

Kurt stared at him, taking it all in. "It doesn't seem that bad," he said. "So why are you still here?"

Blaine shrugged evasively. "I don't know," he said. "Come on Kurt, it's time for dinner. You can sit with me."

Feeling overjoyed that he was making friends with a complete stranger, one who wasn't going to pry or judge him or think he was strange, Kurt nodded and followed Blaine down to dinner. Maybe the boy was right. A little bit of crazy wasn't a bad thing after all.

Hello! The plot thickens! This is your extra-long bonus chapter to make up for yesterday's chapter being late. So Blaine is actually doing pretty well mentally. He's probably going to be a big part of helping Kurt recover. We'll find out why he's still at the treatment center later.

Sorry if the OCD details don't seem believable. I actually used to have pretty bad OCD, and so this is just from my personal experience. If you don't have it yourself, it can be hard to understand.

Reviews! What do you guys think of Blaine so far? Anyone seen Avenue Q? Anyone love Broadway?

I'll post the next chapter as soon as I write it.

3 Luna ;)