A/N: Short. Filler. Sorry!

Will couldn't do anything but watch helplessly as Blaine locked himself in the tiny bathroom. Dr. Weiss had rushed towards the room at the first scream, but by the time he and a nurse had made it in, Blaine was too far gone to see reality, and only saw what his mind made him see. Fishing a master key out of his pocket, Dr. Weiss unlocked the bathroom, and found the teen wedged into the corner, trembling violently, begging them to stay away. He didn't seem to realize who they were, and when his eyes fell on the needle the nurse held in her hand, he went into hysterics.

Dr. Weiss didn't want to cause Blaine any more physical pain, or give him another reason to freak out, but he was forced to grip Blaine up as gently as he could, trying to hold Blaine's arms from striking the nurse, as she pushed the needle into his upper arm, releasing a quick acting sedative into his system.

Blaine's screams died away, and his struggling ceased as he lapsed against Dr. Weiss, knocked out by the drug. With the help of the nurse, Dr. Weiss managed to get Blaine out of the bathroom and back into the bed. IVs were re-inserted, and the machines checking his vital signs were re-attached and hooked back up. Will still stood, frozen in his spot, watching it all transpire.

"What the hell was that?" He asked in a choked voice when Dr. Weiss stopped fiddling with the machines long enough to look up at Will.

"My best guess? A flashback. Something set off a memory in his subconscious. His mind made him see something that wasn't there. When he looked at you or me or Nurse Laurel, I doubt he was seeing any of us."

"What caused it?"

"I don't know. You may have said something or done something that triggered it in him, or it could have been any number of random things. Anything can set off a flashback, even something simple. Say one of the men abusing him once wore a green shirt while doing so, then the sight of someone in a green shirt could set something in his mind off. Posttraumatic Stress Disorder and flashbacks are not uncommon in abuse patients. It was certainly something I was hoping we wouldn't have to deal with, as it will make Blaine's psychological healing that much harder, but I can't say I'm entirely surprised," Dr. Weiss explained, the exhaustion thick in his voice.

"He's going to be out for awhile, the sedative we gave him was fairly strong. Your best bet may be to just come home, and try back tomorrow and we can see where we're at then, okay?"

Will reluctantly agreed, but he was still shaken. If he couldn't even walk towards Blaine in a hospital without setting off warning bells and fear in his head, than how was Blaine ever going to feel at ease in his house? And Will didn't exactly have a full staff of doctors and nurses with sedatives and know how in restriction to subdue Blaine whenever flashbacks hit him.

With a heavy heart and a mind full of worries, Will decided to head over to Noah's and make sure he was okay. He'd never seen Noah freak out and run before. Noah had always been the resident badass of McKinley High and the fact that he suddenly couldn't handle seeing some kid he barely knew lying in a hospital bed drove Will to worry a little bit about him.

Puck was relaxed on his bed, with a textbook open next to him so that anytime his mom poked her head in it looked like he was studying. Of course, he had a copy of Playboy hidden behind the textbook, but that wasn't the point.

"Noah," His mom interrupted him, and from underneath the covers Puck yanked his hand out of his boxers, and tried not to look guilty.

"Yeah, Ma?"

"You're glee teacher is here to see you."

"What? Why?" At the sight of his mother and the mention of his teacher, Puck had no problem extricating himself from underneath the covers without worrying about an inappropriate bulge that his mom would think had come from his Earth Science book.

"I don't know, but he's in the living room, so you can ask him yourself," His mom disappeared from the door, and he heard her heels clicking on the hard surface of the kitchen a few minutes later.

Puck groaned, but padded out into the living room to see what Schue wanted anyway.

"I'm leaving for work, behave," His mom told him as she whisked out the front door before Puck could even greet Mr. Schuester.

"Bye," He mumbled to the closed door. He turned to his glee coach, cocking his head and an eyebrow at the same time. "Is there something I can help you with, Mr. Schue?"

"Yes, actually. You can tell me why you hightailed it out of the hospital today. That's nothing like the Noah Puckerman I've come to know," Will answered.

"Homework," Puck shrugged.

"Bullshit," Will stated, surprising Puck. "You were freaked out about seeing Blaine. I just wanted to make sure you were okay. I know you dealt with similar issues with your dad, and I thought maybe all of this was just bringing up too much from your past."

"Well don't beat around the bush," Puck grumbled.

"Noah," Will stood up, placing a hand on the boy's shoulder and capturing his eyes. "Are you handling all of this okay?"

Puck brushed Mr. Schue away, and gave an indignant huff. "I'm fine. I'm not the one we need to worry about, Blaine is. You've seen him, Mr. Schue. He looks, he looks," Puck faltered, searching for the right word. "He looks destroyed."

"He had a flashback while I was with him tonight," Will admitted accidentally.

"What?"

"While I was in the room with him, he had a flashback. Neither I nor the doctor knows what set it off, but he was pretty convinced I was his father. He locked himself in the bathroom. Dr. Weiss had to use his key to get into him and then sedate him, because he seemed under the impression that Dr. Weiss and Nurse Laurel were Bruce and Jimmy."

"Fuck!" Puck swore.

"I had an idea," Will ventured, sounding unsure of himself, and effectively peaking Puck's curiosity, who motioned for Mr. Schue to continue when he made no attempt to elaborate.

"I was thinking, that maybe, when Blaine is released from the hospital, whenever that is, that maybe, either, he could stay here with you for awhile or you could come stay at my house with me and him for awhile."

Puck arched a brow," Why?" He asked, before answering his own question. "He's not going to feel safe around just you."

"Exactly. I'm an adult male. I'm the one person in the world that Blaine has been taught to fear and not trust. You said it yourself, in his eyes, I'm the enemy. I was thinking if you were around it could make the transition easier."

"But why me? Why not Kurt? Him and Kurt are closer."

"Superficially, yes," Will agreed. "But if Blaine sees someone like you, someone who has been in a similar situation trusting me, then maybe he'll learn to trust me as well. Yes, he and Kurt know more of the ins and outs of each other's personalities. But you can actually understand where Blaine is, where he's coming from more than Kurt can ever hope to. And Blaine will pick up on that. He will pick up on the fact that another guy who has had an abusive father is okay with me and trusts me, and maybe that will be enough to convince Blaine to trust me."

Puck pondered everything for a moment. "I'll talk to Ma. I doubt Blaine can stay here, we're pretty cramped with just the two of us, and I'm sure you've noticed my Ma isn't the friendliest and open person around. But I think she'd understand and be okay with me staying at your place for as long as needed."

"Thanks," Will said, looking relieved. "Noah, are you sure you're okay? Is anything else going on with you that I should be worrying about?"

Puck shook his head unconvincingly. "Nope. I'm fine. Just freaked out over Blaine and the memories it brings up." No one could ever say that Noah Puckerman wasn't an amazing actor.

Will leveled Puck with a gaze, knowing he was being lied to. "Okay," He said slowly. "But you know if there's anything you need to, uh, discuss that you don't feel comfortable talking to your mom or your friends about….well, just know I'm here for you, okay?"

"Yup. Got it Mr. Schue. But I'm one hundred percent fine," Puck plastered a fake smile on his face. "I do need to get back to homework though, or else I will fail my senior year."

"Okay," Will replied, still unable to force the gnawing sense that something else was going on in Noah's mind from his thoughts. "I'll see you at achool tomorrow."

"Sounds great!" Puck said with false cheeriness, as he showed his teacher to the door. "Catch ya later, Mr. Schue!" He closed the door behind Mr. Schuester, and then slumped against it, spent.

He didn't even know what had gotten to him earlier, so he wasn't about to talk to Mr. Schuester about it. All Puck knew for sure was that he hadn't known Blaine long enough, nor did he know him well enough, to be as worried about him as he currently was. And that was freaking him the fuck out.

Blaine slowly opened his eyes, and then quickly re-shut them when they were hit with an unforgiving stream of direct sunlight. Someone really needed to shut those damn blinds. Reluctantly, he pried his eyes open again, blearily looking around the room and cursing the sun for having the gall to rise and annoy him.

"Blaine. Good to see you awake," A vaguely familiar voice said from his left side. Blaine turned and saw his doctor, whose name he couldn't conjure at that exact moment.

Blaine stifled a groan. "What happened? Last I remember is Santana spraying me with some disgusting body spray," He asked, noting how raw his voice was and how much it scratched his throat just to ask one simple question.

"You don't have any memory of locking yourself in the bathroom, thinking Will was your father, and that the nurse and I were his friends?"

Blaine didn't until Dr. Weiss brought it up, and then he was hit with vivid images he'd rather not revisit. So he shook his head no.

"Alright, that's fine. Dr. Delaney will be in a little bit to talk with you. Do you remember her from your last stay?"

Blaine nodded reluctantly, wishing he could fast talk his way out of meeting with the therapist, but knowing it would be impossible.

"Good. I'll let her know you're awake, in the meantime, I had the nurse leave you some lunch," Dr. Weiss motioned towards the tray that held food that looked anything but appealing to Blaine. "I'll come back to check on you after your session, and then we'll let you get some sleep before your friends start showing up, sound good?"

Blaine didn't reply, since he knew that his input really wouldn't change things anyway.

"Okay," Dr. Weiss said slowly. "Eat something Blaine." He called over his shoulder as he left.

Blaine made a face at the doctor's back , and didn't touch the food sitting on the tray next to him.

It wasn't long before there was a knock at Blaine's door. Blaine waited to see if they would actually wait for him to admit them entrance or just barge in like everyone else, so he was slightly taken aback when the knock sounded again.

"It's open."

"Hi, Blaine. Do you remember me?"

Blaine glanced at the intruder. "Dr. Delaney."

"Good. That makes things much easier. How are you feeling?" She questioned with sincerity in her voice as she sat in a chair a few feet from his bed, and looked at him.

"Great," Blaine replied. "Awesome."

Dr. Delaney had been in the business long enough that she took his sarcasm with a grain of salt and didn't comment on it. "What all do you remember about the period from when you were first released from the hospital up until you woke up here again?"

"Nothing."

"Nothing at all?" She pushed, ever so slightly.

"I remember Brittany picking me up and dropping me off at home. That's about it until I woke up and saw Puck's face entirely too close to my own."

Dr. Delaney didn't believe the boy for a second, but again she let the subject drop. She knew she needed to break through his barriers and build up his trust before he would be honest and open with her, and pushing him to talk about things he didn't want to talk about was not the way to reach that point.

"It looks like I interrupted your lunch. Please feel free to eat while we talk," She offered.

"I'm not really hungry," Blaine responded, shooting the food a dirty look which was quickly turned on the therapist.

"You haven't eaten a bite since you woke up according to Dr. Weiss. If you don't like the food, I can go find something you may enjoy a little more."

"I'm not hungry," Blaine repeated stubbornly.

Dr. Delaney sighed inwardly, but didn't let Blaine see her frustration, as she decided to try another approach. "So tell me about yourself. What do you like to do in your free time?"

"Music," Blaine replied quietly, being honest for the first time.

"You like music? Listening to it or creating it?"

"Both," Blaine said after a beat, before clamming up again.

"Do you play any intrusments? Or do you sing? Or do you write music?" Dr. Delaney made her best attempt at getting something other than a one word answer.

"I play guitar. And drums, piano, bass, saxophone, cello, harmonica," Blaine ticked off pretty much every instrument Dr. Delaney had ever heard of before he stopped sheepishly. "Sorry. I uh, I also sing. And write songs."

"That's wonderful, Blaine. You sound like a very talented young man.

At first, Blaine looked pleased with the honest compliment, but his features quickly became shadowed. "I guess all I do now though is sing. I won't be playing anything when I barely have my right hand." This was the first time the thought had occurred to Blaine, and it dawned on him that his father may have managed to rip away one of the last true joys he'd had in his life. You couldn't play most instruments one handed. Not well, at least. He felt like he had nothing left to lose these these days. Everything had been taken from him by either his father, Jimmy or Bruce.

"It's okay to be mad," Dr. Delaney told Blaine, watching the emotions on his face, and having a good idea at what was going through his mind right then. "You have every right to be angry."

Blaine's only response was to close his eyes and shake his head. "Can we not do this now?" He pleaded softly, his voice sounding heartbroken and exhausted.

"We can talk some more tomorrow, how's that?"

Blaine didn't open his eyes, but gave a quick dip of his chin in thanks.

"You will get through this, Blaine," Dr. Delaney said before she left. "I promise, together we'll make it through. You have friends that care and will help you every step of the way."