Billy Boy Blake Blond.

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55. Last Chance.

April 11.

All night at the hospital was a nightmare for Kitty. Once she and Will had arrived there, Kitty was admitted to one room where a nurse cleaned up her arms while another nurse spoke to Will in the lobby. Inside of the room while cleaning up the nurse kept asking Kitty some questions such as "Why did this happen?" and made statements such as "This is not the best way to handle yourself, Katherine."

"It's Kitty, you bitch!" Kitty yelled. "It's short for Kathleen, not Katherine!"

"Kathleen, Katherine, it's all the same." The nurse said as she finished up the last clean up of the blood.

"Whatever, I'm use to getting mixed up." Kitty rolled her eyes.


She rested in the room for a while longer while Will finished speaking to one of the doctors and a nurse. She pulled out her phone and saw a recent message from Jake. Hey, can I come over later?

She replied. Um, probably. Not sure.

Great, if he came of later he'd find out why she was at the hospital.

Kitty, is your window open? I'll just climb in, I've got a ladder.

Stupid. No, you'd fall and crack your head! Unless you want to end up here in the hospital with a broken head!

He replied back.

What?

Stupid.

You will fall off the damn ladder and break your neck! If you damage a certain part of your brain, let's just say Artie will have a new a new best friend.

His response.

No, I mean... you're at the hospital? Is everything okay? Are you there for you or Kathy? Which hospital?

Shoot.

Yeah, I'm here. Dose it matter why I'm here?

He didn't text back for several minutes, but he called her phone. Sighing she picked up. "What Puckerman?"

"It's a hospital, so yes I do care. Why are you at a hospital?"

"Dosen't matter. Leaving soon." Kitty answered casually, biting her fingernail. "Yeah, come over later. Maybe around five."

"Kitty," Jake's voice was relatively calm but added some serious tone into it. "Are you the patient?"

"Bite me."

He sighed on the other side. "Kitty, did you cu—"


Kitty hung up before he could finish. She didn't want to deal with it right now, she just wanted to go home and sleep for a while. Maybe dis-invite him from the house too. She sat back and let her phone buzz a million times while waiting to head home.

Will came inside the room, followed by a woman that Kitty knew to well. The woman was named Ingrid, she was a friend of Shirley's who was in charge of some the group places for abused kids. She usually only came when it was serious or becoming serious. Kitty had met Ingrid twice, but seeing her for a third time made Kitty begin to think that Ingrid wasn't content with seeing Kitty three times.

"Oh, hey Ingrid," Kitty said coolly with a smile. "I'm fine, don't worry."

"Katherine Susan Wilde Schuester," Ingrid began to say with a serious tone to her voice and a look of disappointment followed along.

"Listen lady, it's Kathleen or Kitty! Your choice! But my name is NOT Katherine for the last fucking time!" Kitty yelled. "God you out of all people should know that by now!"

"In full truth I'd rather mistake your name than get it right. If I ever get your name correct when I meet you, that is not a good thing." Ingrid said. "Kathleen, I am not pleased too see you here."

"Well I'm not too pleased to see you too. I'd rather see Death or the ghost of Touch-Little-Boys Jackson than see you." Kitty said, crossing her arms unpleased herself. She turned to Will and said, "Mr. Schue can we go now? I'm tired and I just want to sleep in my own bed and not this bed where about a million frigging people died."

"Kitty, this is kind of important right now." Will said. "We'll go home as soon as we can."

"Oh God, what Ingrid!?" Kitty yelled.

"Kathleen, I have a feeling that you went back into self-harming habit when you were in Michigan, yes?" Ingrid inquired.

"So what, bitch?"

"Kitty, please." Will said, the tone of his voice was asking her to just listen.

"You known for different group sessions there are better ways of releasing the pain, healthy ways." Ingrid explained. "You've been in several different groups in the past, they've told you this over and over again. Not just that but I've been told that since you been adopted you have not been in any therapy session, correct?"

"Oh fucking trust me, I didn't need it. They couldn't even get me to go no matter what I told them." Kitty said. "What's the point? I'm going to a new group?"

"Kathleen we have tried that in the past, but it hasn't worked. And you don't seem to even try and get better or even like these sessions."

"LISTEN LADY! I DO FUCKING TRY! HOW ABOUT YOU GO AND LIVE IN AN ABUSIVE HOUSE YOUR ENTIRE LIFE, GET YELLED AT, KICKED, PUNCH, SLAPPED AND MY MOST FAVORITE THING, GETTING RAPED MORE THAN TEN TIMES, AND SEE IF YOU CAN TALK IN GROUP SESSIONS!" Kitty screamed at the top of her lungs, nearly lunging at Ingrid and ready to attack her. Luckily Will held her back and kept her on the chair, soothing her with calming words.

Ingrid, having to see this reaction from many abused children and therefore use to it, stayed calm and let Kitty take a few moments to sooth down before speaking again.

"Kathleen there is one last thing we can do. There is a rehab facility that has both a partial program and a live-in program. The partial program is like a day time, where you go there in the morning and leave later, and live-in is self explained. This place has intense therapy, intense group sessions and constantly being watched 24-7, or at the the entire time you are there. There are even people in bathrooms who stay in there all day and for those who live there, the bedrooms are just a bed, a chair, a desk—pretty much almost like a dorm. But with a camera inside that is on all the time and monitored by a control room."

"Oh god, what the hell!? That's like suicide watch!" Kitty yelled. "Thank god I'm in the fucking day program."

"It's in Columbus. You'd have to be in the live-in program." Ingrid told her. "You'll stay there until you are stable and ready to leave."

Kitty thought Ingrid was joking until she eyeballed Will on the side. He had that sad facial expression written on his face, almost like he didn't want that to happen. (He just got her back, having her taken away would just be painful). Kitty's eyes widened widely when she saw that, figuring it had to be true.

"Well screw you lady, I'm not going!" Kitty screamed. "I'll stop, I'll be fine!"

"Kathleen—"

"No!" Kitty yelled, nearly shaking. "No, no, no! No!"

"Kathleen, it might be best for you."

"No. I'm not going. Let me stay here, I'll go to group! I'll see a therapist! I'm already going to Summer School! I'm probably not going to be able to sing at Nationals!" Kitty yelled, visibly shaking now. "Please don't send me away! I'll do better! I promise!"

"Kathleen, I'm sorry, but this is the best for you. You'll pack up the day after tomorrow and you'll be at the rehab after that." Ingrid said. Her phone rang after that. "Excuse me." She picked her phone up, answered, and left the room.


Will watched Ingrid leave the room on her phone, listening to Kitty breathe deeply. He turned to Kitty to talk to her when all of a sudden Kitty bursted into tears. She began hysterically hyperventilating and sobbing, not being able to breathe properly and shaking her entire body. Will could that she really wanted to stay here with her friends and not at some rehab place and be forced to make friends and deal with everything, whereas staying here with people who know about her problem and supported her/helped her as much was a better solution.

Will hugged Kitty tightly, rubbing her back and whispered. "Don't worry, you are going to stay."

"B—b—but how?" Kitty sobbed. "You heard Ingrid, I have to go!"

"You are not going, I promise you are going to stay here with us, Kathy and your friends." Will said. "Just stay here."

Will then stood up and jogged out of the room and followed down the hall to where Ingrid was. "Ingrid!"

Ingrid looked up from her phone. "Yes, Mr. Schuester?"

"Ingrid, let Kitty stay. Emma, my wife, and I will help her. And Kitty has friends who can help her."

"You've all been helping, she's just not working her end." Ingrid said. "Mr. Schuester I know what I am doing and this is the best."

"What? Taking Kitty away from her friends and family after she just came back after months of being away from us and having to deal with that abusive jackass?" Will snapped. He'd rarely ever used 'jackass' in his life but now he was being honest. "You are going to take Kitty from us, her friends and family, just like that abusive jackass did in December, and keep her away from us for months, like that jackass did, and you expect her to get happy again?"

Ingrid stood still, silently.

"Look, Ingrid, please don't take Kitty away from us. Please." Will pleaded. "Please. We just got her back, we don't want to lose her again. Isn't there some sort of thing we can make a deal on?"

Ingrid eyeballed him up and down, seeing how caring he was, how much he cared about Kitty's feelings too.

"Well, there is one last thing...she's done it before, but then lost it and never bothered to go back to it."


Kitty laid on the bed looking up at the blank white ceiling, trying to take in everything that just happened, when Will came back into the room. Kitty sat up and looked eager to hear what went on.

"Come on Kitty, we're heading home."

"What? What happened? Am I leaving?" Kitty asked.

"No." Will said with a smile. "You're not going to Columbus, you're staying here in Lima."

"Oh my God are you serious!?" Kitty yelled with a cheer and big smile. "How'd you do it?"

"I talked some sense into her, but there was a deal breaker." Will said. "Sunday afternoon, 8—1. is therapy plus group session and lunch. But you have to keep a journal to write down any emotions you feel."

"Shit, I did that once." Kitty recalled. "I lost my journal and some six year old ripped out the written pages and used marker to draw on the rest... I never got another journal after that. Didn't think I'd need one."

"Did it work?"

"I don't remember... I guess." Kitty shrugged. "So I'm staying here in Lima?"

"Only if you promise to really, really work hard to not hurt yourself again and to do better." Will said. He put his hand on her shoulder and said, "Ingrid is giving you one last chance to try and do better. If she called to the hospital again, or any of the therapist think you are not getting better on your own, you are going to have to live at that rehab place."

Kitty took in every word he had said to her, and to the heart. She didn't want to her friends, her boyfriend or her sister. She wanted to stay here with them and with Glee club and have fun at Nationals and stay there in the summer and everything. Just stay here in Lima.

"I will I promise, I'll get better. I'll do anything to stay." Kitty said. "So I'm staying here?"

"Yes," Will assured her again. "You're staying here."


Kitty grinned brightly and couldn't stop. She was more than content with being able to stay here. And the fact that Will made it happen, making some sort of deal with Ingrid, made her believe again that everyone she knows have some sort of faith in her to get better.