This place was a joke, he was a joke, his whole life was a was all that happy's fault, he knew it, that's why he had been turfed out of his room and sent to live in the attick like Quasy Modo.

He was feeling shit, his sleep meds hadn't worked in days and he was getting more and more upset as the days went by, which fool said this place was supposed to help him?

He was wrestling with his bags,dragging them slowly through the halls with no sign of help. getting thoroughly close to losing it, to cry, scream, send all of his bags careening out the beautiful stain glass window to his left with the force of his rage, when a sweet voice spoke from behind him.

" hello, is this Taylor?" Asked the voice.

Taylor spun round into the face of the blue freak from before, Kurt really was the last person he wanted to see, the part of him still able to comment on his outer actions hoping to God he could control himself enough not to seriously hurt this kid.

"Yes" he said in a surly voice, swiping away the sweat and tears from his face roughly, he looked a mess, eyes bloodshot and red from lack of sleep.

"Gut" said Kurt with a quick nod, respectfully bypassing the boys appearance in favour of reaching for one of Taylor's bags and explaining

" the professor sent me to help you move your bags- ow!" Kurt snatched his hand back as Taylor slapped it hard " get your pronged claws off my bags!" Snarled Taylor.

Kurt looked heart broken for a moment but recovered quickly " but I need to touch your bags if we're going to teleport" explained Kurt, later adding " the top floor elevator has been out of commission for years, we use the stairs now, or if in your case we need to get bags from ground floor we teleport" he said this like it was the most normal thing in the world.

" just do it" said Taylor, Kurt hooked his tail through his luggage handle and wrapped it round his largest suitcase, placing a three fingered hand on his shoulder.

Everything morphed, dark purple dust consuming everything until he found himself in a small rectangular room.

Immediately he felt dizzy,feeling strong hands guiding him into a sitting position on the bed " it would be best if you put your head between your legs, everybody gets a little queasy their first teleport"

He didn't like this, not being in control, he was dizzy, and felt like he was going to throw up, a glass of water was pressed into his hands and he sipped it gratefully, after a few minutes he was able to sit up, looking into the concerned eyes of the very person he didn't want to see.

"Look, thanks a lot but could you just leave"

" you don't look so gut" said Kurt, tilting his head to the side in thought, oh hell no, the last thing he wanted was for the professor to know what he was dealing with, he liked his privacy, and hell knows, he didn't want to stay at this circus for any longer than necessary.

"Tell no one about this" he hissed, startling the blue boy, eyes slightly wild and hair a mess.

" ok, I respect your privacy- but you could go and see a council-"

"NO!" The room shook, the curtains flapping and the pillows in the bed flying against the walls.

His hands fisted on the bed sheets, knuckles turning white, he spoke, this time more quietly

"No, it'll only make things worse"

" ok, it's your choice" said the blue boy,and he was gone in a cloud of smoke.

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thanks cat cat girl for your review, I'd just like to say, you're right, evil person that I am Taylor isn't a bad person, and don't worry, there's a happy ending, just wait.