Author's Note: So, I've gotten a lot of requests to add a sequel. I've decided to attempt a multi-chapter story, so here is the second chapter of what, hopefully, will be a well-recieved first multi-chap fic. This is a Dave Karofsky redemption story, so if you don't like Karofsky, you're in the wrong place. I'm not sure who I'm going to have Kurt end up with. The choices are Blaine, Karofsky, or Puck. Please feel free to PM me or leave in a review who you'd like. I always take reader reviews seriously. Let me know what you think. Now, on to the story!

So much had happened since Dave had outed Kurt's illness to the Glee Club. They'd told his dad, and he'd been sent to a rehab facility for a few months until he reached their minimum required weight for his height. He was one of few guys that were at the institution for anorexia. Most were there for drug use, and looked at Kurt as though he were beneath them. Most of them were pretty skinny, though.

The halls were miserable at night; he learned that very quickly. There was always crying and sometimes screaming. Sometimes, it was him. Others, it was his roommate, a nice boy named Blaine who was also gay, and a fan of self-harm. He was candid about his life, sharing a lot with Kurt while the countertenor tried to keep his life private. He didn't want to mix these two worlds; then they'd be forever entwined. When he left this place, he didn't want to ever think about it again. It was awful here.

He felt out of touch, like this wasn't his life. He wore scratchy, institution-issued scrub-like clothes, slept on a thin, lumpy mattress, and was pumped full of sugar water until he could barely move without fear of sloshing. He was alone most of the time. He didn't make many friends at the institution, didn't want to. His father came to visit him irregularly, usually once or twice a month. Kurt didn't want to see him; he looked so happy and reminded the smaller boy of the life he'd left behind. Even if it was only temporary, Kurt didn't want to be reminded of the fact that he was away while Finn, Carole, and Burt spent time together and bonded.

"Sorry, Kurt," his dad says, eyes downcast and ashamed. "I can't keep you with me. I'm gonna have to send you to a crazy home. I love you, you know I do. But I can't risk Carole and Finn because you're crazy." Then his dad looks up and he's smiling, all happy like Kurt is supposed to understand.

"No!" Kurt screams, eyes wide and spilling tears. "I'm so sorry, Daddy! I'll stop; I promise! I'll eat! I'll eat anything you want. Burgers! Milkshakes! Slim Jims; I promise! Don't send me away! Nonononononono..."

"Kurt!" Kurt became vaguely aware of the fact that he was now awake. Twisted up in his blankets, he blinked sluggishly, his nos fading, then stopping completely.

"Oh God, Blaine. I'm sorry." He scrubbed at his face, the sweat from his nightmare mixing with the salt of tears that he can taste on his lips. He wondered how long he'd been crying. His hair was sticking to the back of his neck, and he pushed his hands through it, sitting up and causing Blaine to pull back. The older boy stared at him with something akin to concern in his face, and Kurt turned away, not meeting his eyes.

"Kurt..it's okay. Do you want me to try and page a nurse? I mean, they usually don't answer this time of night, but I can try and get a sedative for you."

Kurt didn't think at all before blurting, "Sleep with me?"

Blaine appeared taken aback. "What?"

Kurt blushed, turning away. "I didn't mean...I don't...Can you just hold me, Blaine? Until I fall asleep?" he begged, eyes wide and cheeks flushed.

"Sure," Blaine agreed slowly, and Kurt untwisted himself from the blankets and scooted over, making room for his one friend. Blaine slid in beside the smaller boy, and after a moment's hesitation, he wrapped an arm Kurt's waist and pulled him in until he was flush against his chest, tucking his head down and letting him feel the steady beat of Blaine's heart.

"Thank you," Kurt whispered, so quiet Blaine almost thought it was his imagination. He thought it might have been, when he looked down and realized Kurt was asleep. Blaine sighed sadly. Kurt wasn't made for a place like this. He was too fragile, too vulnerable. He'd been hurt, mostly by himself it seemed. Blaine wanted to make him feel better, so he could get better and get out of this place. If not for himself, then maybe for Blaine. To give him hope.