A/n: all your response is really making me write like crazy, I don't think I have ever updated a story as fast or as much as this one, and it's all because of you guys. Thank you :D

Thanks to Shelly, couldn't do any of this without you. x

Chapter 7 - Kurt

"Did you ever play the question game at school when you moved into a new class?" Blaine's question made Kurt turn and look at him. They were outside, sitting under an oak tree. Blaine had insisted they sit there because it was the nicest looking spot, and Kurt didn't argue, he just sat beside him and for the most part enjoyed the comforting silence that passed between them.

"The question game?" Kurt frowned, he didn't remember playing any games at school. None of his school memories were good. "What is it?" Kurt asked quickly, trying to push the memories away.

"It's when we ask each other questions to get to know each other, but we answer our own questions too, if we're comfortable answering them, then the questions should be okay," Kurt looked up at Blaine who was watching him curiously. "I thought maybe we could play it, get to know each other a little. What do you think?"

"I think...Okay." Kurt nodded. He wanted to get to know Blaine, it felt nice that someone wanted to get to know him too. "You start."

"Okay." Blaine grinned, his feet tapping excitedly on the ground. Kurt rolled his eyes watching him, keeping up with Blaine's mood swings was becoming hard work; one minute he was okay, the next he was angry, then calm, and now he was like an excited puppy. A very cute excited puppy. "What's your favourite day of the week?" The question was so stupid and easy to answer that it made Kurt laugh out loud. "My favourite day of the week is Friday, because it means it's the weekend."

"That's what you want to know about me?" Kurt giggled quietly, he couldn't remember the last time he giggled, it was weird and made his heart feel light but he liked it.

"I do, I think it's the most important thing you could know about a person." Blaine grinned up at him. Kurt rolled his eyes and answered Blaine's important question.

"I guess it's a Saturday." Kurt smiled. "I used to spend time with my dad in his shop on a Saturday morning. I liked that."

Blaine nodded humming in response. "Your turn."

"What's your favourite colour?" Kurt asked, nervous that he was asking the wrong question. Blaine just grinned and told him it was purple. "I like purple, mine's blue."

"Nice." Blaine smiled.

The two asked simple questions back and forth to each other for half an hour, Kurt felt so at ease talking to him that he didn't even mind that Blaine had moved closer to him, or that Blaine's leg was pressed against his as they sat together. "This is nice." Kurt whispered once Blaine had asked his last question, Kurt informing him that his favourite animal was a llama which had caused Blaine to laugh so loudly, one of the staff had asked if he was okay.

"This is nice." Blaine agreed, closing his eyes. Kurt took that moment to watch him. Blaine looked so relaxed and calm, so at peace with whatever demons he had. "When my dad told me I was coming here, I thought it was going to be full of crazy people."

"I'm sure it is." Kurt chuckled. "I felt the same though."

"How long are you here for?" Blaine asked, opening his eyes and looking at Kurt intently.

"Until I'm better. You?" Kurt whispered.

"My dad said I'm here until I learn to love myself." Blaine sighed.

"I'm sure that won't take very long." Kurt said softly.

"What will make you better?" Blaine whispered.

"Are you going to answer that too?" Kurt asked, his hands fiddling with the material of his shirt.

"If you want me to." Blaine breathed.

"I do." Kurt nodded.

"To make me better I need to believe that people want to know me for more than my body." Blaine said after a few minutes. "It will make me better to have someone who cares about me, someone who knows my dirty secrets but loves me anyway." Blaine looked down.

Kurt stared at him, Blaine had given him such a heartfelt answer, he didn't think he would. He leaned over and took Blaine's hand, smiling when Blaine linked his fingers with him.

"To make me better I need...I need to learn that what happened to me wasn't my fault." Kurt whispered, his hands trembling thinking about what happened to put him here. Thinking about why he was in here, thinking about what made him so dirty.

"I wish I could help you, Kurt." Blaine whispered, he was holding his hands tighter.

"I wish I could help you too." Kurt said quietly, he pulled his hand away from him and rest them back on his lap. "I'm getting cold, I think I want to go to my room."

"Oh. Okay." Blaine frowned. "Do you want some company?"

Kurt knew Blaine wanted him to say yes, but he couldn't, Kurt needed to be on his own, he needed to breathe and not think. "I'll come and find you when I do," Kurt said softly, he squeezed Blaine's hand to say that he wasn't mad or upset with him before walking to his room.

He sat on his bed and curled his body under itself, he knew that it would take a lot for him to be better. It was his fault that Dave hurt him. If he hadn't acted the way he acted at school. If he hadn't rubbed it in his face. If he didn't wear such tight clothes. If he hadn't been him then Dave wouldn't have raped him.

Kurt would always believe that. Kurt was never going to be okay.