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Author's Note:

All righty, I'm getting a HELLACIOUSLY late start on it, but here it is. I did promise that if you guys paid Lainey's story a visit, that I would get a chapter written this weekend... Though upon finishing it, it's technically Monday morning. ;D I do have to give a shout out to The Ruler of Nothing Important and bow ties-coffee dates-duets for both of you left wonderful reviews on One Thousand Years of Sunshine. Lainey was thrilled believe me. On Friday she and I were hanging out and she flailed. -.^ So if you haven't, please do hop on over to her story, it's beautiful and will definitely rip your still beating heart from your chest. Go prepared my minions… ;D

Anyways, lovely reviews as always guys! Keep them comin'! I love reading your lovely words always! So as promised…Chapter 26! I apologize in advance for any grammatical errors or the like, I'm extremely exhausted. X_X But I wanted to get this chapter up! So, happy reading!

-Casey

Chapter 26. "Therapy"

Blaine didn't know how much more of this facility he could take. Every morning of waking up in this god awful white room was starting to get to him. Yes, he may have been hurting himself before his arrival here, but not once had he actually felt crazy. One week in this place and he felt as if he were being driven slowly into insanity. It didn't help that the nurse who acted as the patient's personal alarm clock was nothing short of bright eyed and bushy tailed every morning without fail.

Since the patients all showered or bathed at night, they didn't have to do much other than get dressed before being forced to eat together in the dining hall. Blaine sighed as he saw a clean pair of CBHI patient assigned clothes waiting for him on the chair by the door: a light blue hospital top with the letters CBHI followed by a red cross underneath were stitched on the top left side and a pair of matching pants in the same color to go with it. To Blaine, they looked and felt like glorified hospital pajamas that they were required to wear all day except for sleeping and for that, they even had assigned pajamas. Not only did he have to adhere to a strict hospital rulebook, but he also didn't even have the freedom of dressing in what he liked. Since when did being "mentally ill" cost you even the most basic of freedoms?

As soon as Blaine was dressed in the drearily dull uniform, he followed the routine he had been taught. He knocked on the door signifying that he was ready and waited for the dorm monitor to come and unlock the door. When they were actually allowed to be in their rooms, they were locked in like it was some sort of a mental asylum. Blaine knew it was because they couldn't risk anyone sneaking out even though they had a monitor in the hallway at all hours in case of an emergency. There were many different divisions of the hospital, not just the one Blaine was in. There was everything from the suicide division patients to the criminal division patients who actually suffered from severe mental illnesses. Even though some divisions weren't as high risk as others, they had to treat everyone the same as per hospital policy.

Once he was freed, he was lead with a few others down to the dining hall where he was then forced to eat breakfast with the rest of the patients in complete silence just as he had the few days prior. As per usual, the food was already there waiting for him when he took his assigned seat. He looked down and grimaced at the contents of his bowl: oatmeal for the 2nd time since he'd been here. Blaine actually liked oatmeal, but this muddy substance they were trying to pass off was incredibly bland and tasteless. Honestly, how the hell do you mess up oatmeal?

His assigned dining hall group weren't the talkative type as they sat and picked at the lumpy cement in their own bowls. He was sure that they felt just as out of place as he did. At CBHI they encouraged friendship, but to Blaine, this didn't seem like the best venue to make friends; it's not that he wouldn't allow for it but he certainly wasn't going to try and go through the routine of finding out what he and they had in common. It was clear as day that they had nothing in common; they were probably suicidal and he was nowhere near that. It didn't help that his lunch group were all new inmates just like himself. They had all been in the shuttle together that had brought them here and they were going through the same adjustment period that he was. No one had a good "it gets easier" speech, so the silence was a good alternative.

After breakfast, Blaine was scheduled to be whisked off immediately to his first therapy session with Dr. K. It was safe to say that he was dreading the therapy sessions most of all. Of all the things he had to do here, seeing the doctor was the thing he wanted to do the very least because he knew that trying to convince a medical professional that he wasn't suicidal would be a long shot and most likely impossible. For some reason, maybe because of the simplicity, doctors took self harm and lumped it into the category of suicidal thoughts and tendencies. If they didn't, Blaine was sure that he wouldn't be stuck in this madhouse.

As soon as he forced down the last of the glue, Nurse Leila was at his side to guide him to Dr. K's office. Reluctantly Blaine stood, catching a few sympathetic glances from the lunch group, and followed her out of the dining hall. As they made their way past the front office, Blaine caught sight of the front doors. It would be easy, he could just break away from Nurse Leila and run his way to freedom. Well, he would probably be caught before he made it very far; there had to be actual guards around this place somewhere. It was a rather large institution; they couldn't just leave the front doors unguarded in a place like this.

So they continued on, walking along the very hallway that he had when he first arrived.

"You must learn to adhere to all the rules during your stay at Columbus Behavioral Health Institute," The nurse prattled on as she led Blaine and three other unfortunate patients down the main hallway of the prison. 'She's probably in charge of leading the inmates to their cells,' Blaine thought to himself bitterly as he followed along.

"We don't have too many, but since you are patients without severe traumas, you will reside in a less strict unit. This unit is for those who possess suicidal tendencies and desires."

Suicidal desires? Blaine thought it would be appropriate to be placed in this unit if he actually possessed a suicidal desire. Where was the unit for "Desires control and feels he deserves just a little bit of pain?"

Blaine didn't want to die. If he wanted to, he knew which vein to cut. He purposely steered clear of those veins when he was self harming. He couldn't…he wouldn't leave Kurt alone like that. If he didn't want to end his life, then why was he even here? Yes, he cut himself, but so does half of the teenage population of America…isn't this a free country? All he wanted was one thing and they took it away from him.

"…bedtime is at precisely 9 PM every evening."

Blaine pretended to be listening politely as they walked along, her voice was as grating and obnoxious as it was irritating. He could see that she held an air of self entitled superiority over them; she practically screamed, 'I don't have to be on suicide watch, so that makes me better than you.'

Also, who the hell goes to bed at 9? Old people? He was seventeen, no normal teenager ever went to bed that early-but being in this facility, that made him not a normal teenager, didn't it?

"Breakfast is served promptly at 7 AM. Afterward you will be given your morning dose of medication as prescribed from Dr. K; he is the doctor specialized for this particular unit. After breakfast you will have free time in the living room—"

"Excuse me, miss?" Asked the girl walking along side Blaine. She was the girl who had been in the shuttle when Blaine was being picked up. The two other boys standing with them had been with them as well.

"Yes, um…Jillian?" The nurse answered, checking her chart for the girl's name.

"After breakfast are we allowed to just go to our rooms if we want to?" She inquired with her head held toward the ground.

The nurse didn't look too pleased at the question.

"No. You will not be allowed in your rooms alone at anytime except for sleeping. Bedrooms are for sleeping, nothing else. You are here to overcome your desire to leave this world. We believe that if you have copious interactions with other patients, you will find the desire to love this world and stay in it. Now shall we go over the rest of the rules?"

Jillian nodded her head, which remained bowed towards the white reflective tile.

Blaine had to admit, for a girl, Jillian was very pretty. Her hair was a dark brown that looked like it had the potential to hold a lot of volume, but instead it hung straight and lifeless down past her shoulder blades. Her skin was a creamy white and her eyes were a deep ocean blue. Blaine's heart panged at how much the girl reminded him of Kurt. A much more lifeless and apparently suicidal Kurt, but still her features resembled Kurt more than Blaine would have wished. He wondered to himself if any of these patients were here wrongly as he was. Were they also sent here because they were mislabeled as suicidal?

They had finally reached the living room where another Nurse, Nurse Leila as she had soon introduced herself was waiting for the new arrivals. She was the head nurse who was in charge of their unit and keeping them all in line. The unit that they would be staying in was apparently restricted to ages 13-18. So in their mind, that could present tons of trouble: Teenage hormones mixed with medication and 'brain issues,' yeah, Blaine could see why they might be a little strict in this ward.

"So, I want us all to feel like a family during your stay at CBHI. I can't make assumptions, but I find often that the individuals placed in our care come from places where feelings of loneliness and lack of companionship were a constant in their lives. I promise that will never be an issue here. You will have many opportunities to interact with the other patients in your ward. My assistant, Nurse Emily," She gestured to the nurse who had brought them here. "Will be available at all times if you need someone to talk to.

Your doctor, Dr. K is a wonderful man and I'm sure all of you and he will come to be great friends as well during your stay. You will all have therapy sessions with him 3 days a week and when you aren't in therapy, we have had all of your schools kindly forward us your school work so that you don't fall behind in your studies. We have a wonderful tutor that you will meet tomorrow, her name is Ms. Lyons."

Blaine's head was swimming at all of this new information. He was expected to abide by all of these strict rules and regulations and had to interact with kids that he barely knew. If his family wanted to torture him, couldn't they have found a more sane way? He remained standing and listening to the nurse ramble on and on about the rules they were to follow. In the meantime, he began to familiarize himself with the living room that he would be forced to spend most of his free time in.

The room was enormous, that was for sure. There were many circular tables in the large room that appeared to accommodate at least four individuals. In the far right hand corner of the room held a large lush couch in front of a surprisingly expensive flat screen TV. This hospital reminded him of a larger, more affluent version of the one from the movie "Girl Interrupted."

He took in the last few remaining rules and felt a headache gradually increasing from all of this information being thrown at him. Let's see: he had to be awake at 6:30 AM, in bed by 9 PM, wasn't allowed in his room unattended, had to take medication prescribed by a doctor, attend therapy, be forced to do work from Dalton without being able to actually attend his beloved school, and if he didn't follow these rules there was practically a binder filled with different kinds of consequences for their actions depending on their type of misbehavior. And were his parents sure this wasn't a prison when they looked into it?

He was going to hate this place. There was no possibility of him finding any kind of solace here. He just knew it.

Blaine followed Nurse Leila to the large oak door of Dr. K's office and rapped on it gently.

"You'll love Dr. K, Blaine; he's truly a wonderful man. He has a great insight to people that I've never encountered before with any other doctor. You didn't hear that from me!" She teased, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"You may think that I'm just saying this, but I'm being honest, here. You'll come to find that Dr. K is someone who will actually listen rather than pretend to. So have a great session and we'll see you at dinner!" She assured before she rushed off to return to the other patients.

Blaine stood alone waiting for this Doctor of his to open the door and bestow upon him his many words of wisdom like "how much Blaine had to live for" and "suicide was selfish" and so on and so forth. These words would be helpful if he was actually suicidal! This was such an astronomical waste of time and money. The door soon opened to reveal a rather tired looking man clad in a grey suit. So no typical white lab coat then, huh? He had light bags under his eyes probably from lack of sleep and age, but he could also see laugh lines in the corner of the man's eyes which had to mean that he had to have a particular joy of some kind. Dealing with a bunch of suicidal teenagers probably wasn't it. There was something in the Doctor's features that held a sense of familiarity, but Blaine couldn't pinpoint what it was exactly.

"You must be…" He checked his chart. "Mr. Anderson."

"Blaine," Blaine corrected immediately. 'Mr. Anderson' was his father, not him.

"Well, Blaine, it's nice to meet you, I'm Dr. K, or Paul. Whatever you feel most comfortable with." The man introduced himself, holding out his hand, which Blaine took. Blaine may hate his whole situation, but he still remembered his manners. The man looked at Blaine the same way for a moment, as if he was trying to place him from somewhere.

"Nice to meet you, Dr. K," Blaine answered back and took the seat that Dr. K offered to him in front of the large wooden desk.

"Well Blaine, it's both a joy and a sadness to meet a new face at CBHI," Dr. K stated, taking a seat behind the desk. He flipped through some of the papers from his chart and continued to make small talk.

"Anderson...that name is for some reason ringing a bell. You're not related to the Anderson family here in Columbus by any chance? I know Greg well; hell of a good surgeon."

"No, sir. All my family is back in Westerville."

"Oh, I see," Dr. K said as he appeared to try to put where he thought he knew Blaine aside. "So, a handsome young man such as yourself is probably quite the ladies man back at home, hmm?"

Blaine shifted uncomfortably, he didn't feel like coming out to this man, but he was out and proud, so he muttered, "I have a boyfriend."

"Oh," Dr. K nodded at him, not seeming to astonished. "What's he like, might I ask?"

Blaine was curious as to why Dr. K didn't immediately rush into the topic of his supposed suicidal tendencies, but if he had the opportunity to talk about Kurt, he wouldn't give that up.

"He's the most wonderful human being I've ever met. He's the most selfless, kindhearted and compassionate person I know. Without him, I feel like I'm..incomplete I guess? You know how they say that when you meet someone, they become your other half?"

Dr. K nodded in response.

"Well, that's exactly who Kurt is. He's honestly the best thing that has ever happened to me and I wish I could find more words, but Kurt defies words. All human languages lack the ability to describe him. In all honesty, I just want to do whatever it takes to get out of here and back to him."

Dr. K nodded again, this time with a slight smile. "We'll have to work to get you there, then. It seems you have quite the catch waiting for you back at home."

Blaine simply nodded and became really interested in his hands that were clasped together tightly in his lap.

"So Blaine, I suppose we should get to the real topic here. What exactly brought you to CBHI?"

Oh God here it was. This was the part Blaine had been dreading the most since his arrival here: having to convince this man that he wasn't suicidal and that his being here was a mistake. Before he could come up with a concrete answer, a knock sounded at the door.

"Will you excuse me for a moment, Blaine?" Dr. K asked with an apologetic glance as he went to the door to address the interruption.

It was some nurse from another unit who needed him at the front desk, so he informed Blaine to think on his question and that he would be back in a few minutes. As soon as the door clicked shut, Blaine stood up and began to walk about the room. He was always very fidgety and hyper even at the best of times. and he couldn't sit still for too long, especially when he was nervous.

After pacing the room in a circle a few times, he found himself on the other side of Dr. K's desk and his eye caught the paperwork he had left behind: Blaine's file. He glanced towards the door nervously. If he was caught reading his file, he might already be booking himself an appointment with that binder full of consequences for misbehavior. He was very curious as to what they had to say about his "condition" though. Curiosity eventually won out and whilst Blaine kept an ear out for sounds behind the door, he began to read.

Columbus Behavioral Health Institute Patient Medical Form

Name: Blaine Everett Anderson

Age: 17

Hometown: Westerville, Ohio

Education: Dalton Academy

Grade: Senior

Referral to CBHI:

- Therapist

- Court Mandate

- Law Enforcement

- Parent or Guardian

- Self Admission

Evaluation: Was discovered self mutilating by a friend in the bathroom of this friend's home. The self mutilation was achieved by applying a razor blade to the innermost part of the arm and making 1 inch to 2 inch incisions. There appear to be scars and scabs from prior dates unknown. The incidents judging from the lacerations could have began as early as 1 month ago.

Treatment: The patient will be institutionalized and held under a 2 month suicide watch at Columbus Behavioral Health Institute. Therapy sessions, daily medication to be prescribed from assigned CBHI Health Professional.

Release Date: No release scheduled.

Assigned Doctor:

That's where everything changed. Blaine felt his stomach drop, the shock made his knees give way and sent him sprawling to the floor. Was it even possible? How could this even be allowed? Did no one do their research here? How could they let this happen? He knew why the man looked familiar now; how he didn't place it in the beginning, he would never know.

The door opened in the middle of Blaine's panic attack to once again reveal the doctor in question. Blaine stared at the doctor in absolute horror as the older man blinked in surprise as he assessed the situation.

"Blaine, are you all right?" He inquired as he approached to tend to his fallen patient.

"No, Dr. Karofsky I'm not all right."

Dr. K, Dr. Karofsky, Dr. Paul Karofsky…Dave's father was his doctor.

"Blaine, son, you have to calm down," Dr. Karofsky attempted to say over Blaine's rather loud hyperventilation.

"NO! I will NOT calm down!" Blaine shouted back.

"Blaine, please. Why are you so upset, can you talk to me, please?"

"It's all his fault!"

Dr. Karofsky gazed at Blaine in honest confusion and knelt down beside him. "Who, Blaine?"

"Dave! It's all his fault! Your son is the reason that I'm stuck in this horrible place!"

Ohhhhh shit. Who does the paperwork in these places? That's quite the fuck up somewhere, right? Oh, and to answer what I'm sure if the biggest question everyone has, "Why didn't Dr. Karofsky immediately recognize Blaine?" Well, faithful reader, to answer this, they never met. He had never seen a full picture of him and yes, he knew of the name of his son's victim, but let's face it, Paul's a busy man and it's fiction! ;D Plus, we just need more angst and suspense all the time! I do promise though, we are on the road to Blaine's recovery. I did indeed state that there were many directions in which I could take this story and this is where the path led me.

Also, yes, I do know in canon that Mr. Karofsky cares a lot for Dave, but if this was a strictly canon story, Dave wouldn't be our villain to begin with. Yes, he cares for his son, but his son is also a fucking psycho in this story and has been in jail for many months.

Anywho, I wanted a suspenseful twist and there it is! More will be explained next chapter and I think we shall add a bit of Kurt most definitely. This was a quick chapter that I promised and it's definitely Casey's bed time. So anyway, shoot me a review and let me know your innermost thoughts! Reviews will most definitely result in a quicker chapter! *Hint hint* Also, I apologize for any mistakes, but I am severely tired. Love you all!

- Casey