A/N: Hello! So, this fic just came to mind because of a reading assignment for school. I really hope you all like this. It's not the greatest, but hey, i tried right? Well, thank you for the ratings, and enjoy (:
Blaines first night was just as terrible as he thought it would be. The nightmares, the screams from others, the darkness.
Blaine sat in the sitting room, on the same couch as yesterday, only he was the only one up this early. He sat, motionless on the couch. Just staring out the window. He had Pookie in his hands. He kept playing with the little hand made bowtie around the bears neck.
You're sick, Blaine, we're doing this for your own good, his mothers voice rang through his ears.
You disgust me! Came his fathers voice next.
"But I'm you're son," Blaine quietly whispered to himself.
You're not my son.
"Goodmornin' Blainie."
Blaine quickly turned and saw Brittany standing by the hall entrance.
"Mornin'." Blaine nodded and looked back out the window.
"Did Pookie help you last night?" Brittany asked, taking her seat next to Blaine.
"Yeah, he did," Blaine told the girl. It was true. Blaine held onto the thing for dear life, waiting for it to vanish like everything else in his life.
"Good," Brittany smiled.
A minute of silence went by when a nurse came up to them. "Brittany, Blaine, time for your medicine."
She handed both of them a small cup of pills and a cup of water. She watched them, making sure it was all taken.
Well, if it makes me better, Blaine thought and took all the pills he was given.
"Very good." The nurse smiled and took the cups and left.
Blaine watched her walking away, into her office.
"Mornin' Artie." he heard Brittany's voice.
Blaine looked over and saw a boy in a wheel chair roll his way over to his spot by the window.
"Why is he here?" Blaine asked, not sure if Brittany had said anything about him.
"His legs don't work. He said that society ain't gonna except him so he has to stay here." Brittany frowned, "I wish I could give em' some legs."
"That's mighty kind of you, Britt, but I don't think-" Blaine stopped himself. Brittany looked so hopeful. "I don't think they'd let you. Here, I mean. They probably are waiting for the right time to give him some legs."
"I hope so." Brittany smiled and watched a couple more people fill the room.
Blaine watched them too. It's like a bunch of them had the same routine. Go to the radio, sit by the window, chat at the same table. It sickened Blaine, but than he remember where he was sitting. The same exact spot as yesterday.
"Kurt! Mornin'!" Brittany called over to the half awake boy. Blaine turned and looked at him. Even in the early mornin' he looked beautiful.
Stop it Blaine! Blaine mentally slapped himself.
"Mornin', Darling." Kurt nodded over to her. But once his eyes landed on Blaine, he drew back any warmth that came from him. He turned quickly and walked over to the wall he occupied yesterday.
"I don't think he likes me." Blaine whispered.
"Don't be silly," Brittany rubbed Blaines arm. "Kurt doesn't like anybody, not just you."
"Thanks," Blaine sighed and looked at Kurt once more. He was staring up at the ceiling, mumbling something. He must be prayin', Blaine thought.
"I'll be right back." Blaine got up, but Brittany grabbed his hand.
"Blainie, if you going to chat with Kurt, I wouldn't if I was you." Brittany looked at Blaine with worry.
"Don't worry, doll." Blaine smiled assuring. He walked over slowly to Kurt, wondering what he could say.
"Hiyathere." Blaine spoke quietly.
Kurts head didn't move at all, only his eyes. He looked up at Blaine and just stared.
"Mind if I join ya?" Blaine asked hopeful.
Kurt smirked, "Sure."
Blaine smiled at that, taking it as a good sign. He sat beside Kurt, not to close, but close enough so there were a couple inches between them.
Blaine closed his eyes and put his hands together and started his prayers.
Kurt watched Blaine, amused. "What an earth are you doing?"
Blaine looked over confused. "Praying? I thought that's what you were doing."
Kurt started to laugh hysterically.
Blaine was confused by this. "What's so funny?"
"Prayin', good one." Kurt sighed and looked over at Blaine. "Oh, golly, you were serious?"
Blaine nodded a little taken aback.
"That makes to ten times as funny." Kurt blurted out and continued his laughing.
"Well, I mean-"
"No, wait, wait, I can't stop!" Kurt cut him off with his laughter.
"I don't see what's so funny." Blaine got up and crossed his arms.
"You really think that there's a God up there?" Kurt asked Blaine once his laughter died down.
"Yes I do. Why? You don't?" Blaine seemed shocked.
"If there was a God, my mom wouldn't have died. My dad wouldn't have gotten sick in the hospital, and I wouldn't have gotten landed here." Kurt stated.
"Oh, Kurt, gosh, listen, if we just sit together and pray, I'm sure all those confusing thoughts can be answered for you." Blaine went to sit by Kurt again but Kurt abruptly stood up and pushed Blaine against the wall and held a blade to his neck.
"Where's your God now, pretty boy?" Kurt glared and brought the blade closer to Blaines next.
"Please, please don't.." Blaine tried to say.
Than his prayers were answered as the big black boys in white came in and grabbed Kurt away from Blaine, getting the blade out of his hand as well.
"Get off of me!" Kurt screamed. "It was him! He's the one who started with me!"
Blaine just kept his back against the wall, trying to catch his breath. The men carried Kurt out of the ward and all that was heard was Kurts screams as he was being taken who knows where.
"Blainie!" Brittany ran up to Blaine. "Are you alright?"
"Sure, I'm great, except some lunatic just threatened to slice open my throat!" Blaine screamed.
"I wouldn't be calling anyone a lunatic if I was you, pal." The boy with the strip of hair atop of his head walked over, Noah was his name, Blaine remembered.
"Why not?" Blaine stated, trying to sound tough.
"Because you're in here too." Noah sneered at him.
"Come on, leave the kid alone." the blonde one, Sam, joined in. He held out his hand for Blaine.
Blaine took his hand, "Thank you."
"Ain't a problem." Sam smiled, "Come on over, Brittany I think you should go talk to your lady friends."
"Okay, Sammie." Brittany smiled and walked over to Santana and Mercedes.
"Noah, maybe you should go settle down." Sam insisted and Noah rolled his eyes, heading down the hall to his room.
Sam turned to Blaine and smiled kindly. "Are you alright?"
"Never been better." Blaine sighed and shook his head.
"Come on," Sam lead him to the couch. "That must have been a fright."
"Does he always do that?" Blaine asked taking a seat next to Sam.
"Only when you really piss 'em off I reckon." Sam laughed.
"Lesson learned." Blaine let out a breath. "I didn't think I'd getting him that winded up."
"Kurt's a character alright." Sam said.
"I'm guessin the lot of you are?" Blaine asked.
"You have no idea," Sam shook his head with a smile.
All of a sudden a petite girl with blonde hair came over and stood in front of Sam and Blaine.
"Can we help you?" Sam asked the girl.
"You, with me, now." She ordered, pointing at Blaine.
"Me?" Blaine pointed to himself unsure.
She walked away back to her seat by the window.
"What was that about?" Blaine asked.
"That's Quinn for ya, just go, you don't wanna get on her bad side." Sam got up and walked back over to the radio.
Blaine got up from the couch and made his way over to Quinn.
"Um, hi?" Blaine said this more as a question.
"Sit." Quinn ordered, flipping to a new page in here pad and getting a fresh piece of charcoal.
Blaine did as he was told and sat across from her.
"Okay, now look at me." Quinn told Blaine.
"Like this?" Blaine faced her completely.
"Yeah, squint your eyes just a little. Uh, huh. And push your lips out a bit more."
Blaine did all of Quinns orders. He felt silly. Like he shouldn't be doing this, but if Blaine learned anything from his incident with Kurt, he knew to do as these people told him.
"Okay, don't move." Quinn whispered and started to sketch.
Blaine sat still, just staring straight ahead.
"Think of something. Show some sort of emotion," Quinn told Blaine.
What could he think of? Was there anything worth thinking about? He could think of his parents, and how they sent him here. Or the people in school who treated him like he had some sort of disease, which in fact he did. Or maybe, Kurt…
"Right there!" Quinn shouted. "Hold that thought." She quickly started drawing the shapes of Blaines eyes.
Think of how he seemed like this cold boy, when in reality, he was this cold boy. Would he have killed Blaine if those men hadn't come? Would they have become friends if Blaine hadn't tried to help Kurt pray? What was the reason he was so cruel? His lack of family? No friends to chat with? These things kept running through his mind as Quinn sketched with concentration.
Blaine didn't know what he was doing. Just sitting there, allowing some stranger to stare at him all they wanted, and tell him what to do or what to think. In a way, Blaine didn't mind this. He didn't have to do much.
Blaine looked at the girl before him. You could see here dominant collarbone. Her cheekbones, high and sticking out. The way her arms looked so skinny when she used her muscles. But Blaine also saw other things. Like the way her skin looked so soft and delicate. The way her lips tensed into a straight line when she was concentrating, and the way they softened when she was relaxed. The beautiful green color of her eyes, and the way they hid so much pain and fear.
"Quinn?" Blaine spoke softly, trying not to move.
"Yes, newbie?" Quinn said still working on the drawing.
"You're very beautiful." Blaine all but whispered.
Quinn stopped drawing and looked up carefully. "What?"
"You're a very beautiful girl, Quinn. Don't forget that." Blaine smiled slightly.
Quinn was frozen for a moment. Not knowing what to say. But she took a deep breath and went back to her drawing state.
"Fix your lips." She ordered.
Blaine smiled once more before he went back to pouting his lips.
He noticed how the corners of her mouth turned up slightly. Even if she swears it didn't happen, he knows he got her to smile, even just for a moment.
"How was art time with Quinn?" Sam asked Blaine at lunch.
"She's a character like the rest of you for sure." Blaine laughed. "But I like her. She's nice."
"Quinn? Blonde Quinn with the sketch pad right?" The tall boy, Finn, said.
"Yeah, she's just not as opened to talking with the rest of us." Blaine told the boys.
"Blainie! There you are!" Brittany sat on the other side of him.
"Hello, doll." Blaine smiled and than continued to eat.
"So you mean to say, she wasn't, cold?" Sam asked carefully.
"Oh, heavens no, she was." Blaine quickly answered back.
"I'm so.." Finn stopped himself and looked around for the men in white and the nurses.
"We know, Finn." Sam nodded at Finn, understanding.
"You know, no one has ever seen her drawings." Brittany spoke up.
"Never?" Blaine asked.
"Nope, it's her private thing." Brittany replied nodding.
The four of them looked over to where Quinn was sitting alone, no food in front of her, sketch book right at her side.
There was then a slam of doors and in walked the Warden and tired, weak Kurt.
"Get in there and eat something." She sat him down at a table by himself and a nurse came over and placed a plate in front of him.
They left him alone and he just stared down at his plate.
"I'll be back." Brittany got up and brought her plate over to Kurt.
Blaine noticed as she sat across from him he gave her a small smile.
"Why is Brittany the only person Kurt isn't nasty with?" Blaine asked.
"Come on, who could be mean with Brittany, she's a dear." Sam smiled.
"They have some queer bond." Finn admitted.
"No, Brittany just knows how to make people shine." A loud voice was heard at the edge of the table. It was that Rachel girl, the one who wants to be a star. "Hiya Rachel." Finn smiled dumbly.
"May I join you fellas?" She asked, but sat down before anyone could answer.
"Sure Rachel, we don't mind." Finn told her smiling.
"Finn takes a liking to her." Sam whispered to Blaine.
"No kidding?" Blaine felt himself smile at the dazed look Finn wore on his face.
"Yeah, but Rachel doesn't want nothing to do with boys. She still thinks she gonna get to New York and big some big star." Sam snorted.
"I think she could." Blaine defended the small girl.
"Well if you think that, it's a good thing you're here than." Sam said and went back to his food.
Blaine looked back over at Kurt. Brittany was chatting away about something while Kurt slowly hate his food. Blaine didn't know what it was about this boy that made his so curious, but he sure wanted to find out.
"So William Shuster is good?" Blaine felt himself asking dumbly.
"Yeah, he's a good fella." Sam told him. "He really wants to help us."
"I heard he doesn't even think we're sick." Rachel explained as the all sat by the radio.
"If we weren't sick we wouldn't be here, Rachel." Finn stated as if it were the most obvious thing.
"We all meet with him once a week, but some of us might have to meet with him couple times." Sam said, ignoring Finn and Rachels argument. "Like Kurt, because of his flip out this mornin', he'll have to meet with him more than usual."
"Ain't that something." Blaine said taking in all the information his new friends were telling him.
Finn was searching through the stations when a slow beat song came on.
"Keep this on!" Rachel shouted.
"Oh come on." Finn groaned.
"No, Rachels right, keep this on." Blaine smiled, but than noticed Finn and Sams stares.
"Patti Page? Tennessee waltz?" Blaine questioned them. "This came out two years ago in 1950? It was on top for thirteen weeks?" But still Blaine received stares.
"Oh you guys don't know what your missing!" Blaine shouted with a smile.
"I knew I liked you!" Rachel smiled at him with awe.
"Come on," Blaine grabbed her hand and started to dance with her.
"Whoa!" Rachel laughed being taken by surprise.
The two slow danced with such dramatics they started laughing.
"What are they doin?" Finn asked.
"I don't know, but they're nuts." Sam laughed.
"You are quiet the dancer, Blaine." Rachel commented.
"Why thank you, little miss." Blaine smiled and dipped her.
Than there was a loud bang and the music stopped. They all looked over and saw Kurt, standing next to the table where the radio once sat, but now was on the floor.
"Oops," Kurt muttered and than walked down the hall to his room.
"What is his problem?" Blaine asked, bring Rachel back to her feet.
"He just gets like that." Brittany called over from her seat on the couch.
"But he broke the radio!" Finn cried out.
"Now what are we gonna do?" Sam asked.
"Go to bed, that's what." The Warden stood in the room and glared at them. "Five minutes and you better be in your beds."
She left and a few people started for the hall way.
Blaine picked up the radio and placed it back on the table.
"I guess we can always watch TV." Rachel suggested before walking towards the hall.
"Yeah, guess so." Finn sighed and started for his room as well.
Blaine and Sam stood there for a moment, trying to turn on the radio.
"I could try and fix it."
They turned and saw Artie a couple feet away.
"What?" Sam asked.
"I could try and fix it up. I used to repair a lot of things back home." Artie told the two.
"I don't think you can do much." Sam said hopeless.
Blaine looked at Artie, than back at the radio. "Well, first thing in the mornin' we'll see what you can do."
Artie looked up at Blaine expectantly. "Really?"
"Sure." Blaine smiled. "But you best be able to do some good." Blaine joked.
"I'll try my best." Artie smiled back and wheeled his way to bed.
Blaine watched him with a small smile.
"You've got a good head." Sam said patting Blaines back.
"You think?" Blaine asked, not really believing it.
"Yes, now come on, lets get out of here before the Warden comes back."
Sam went a couple doors down to his room, while Blaine went to his own. Before entering he looked into Kurts room. He sat there, holding what looked like a picture. Blaine was gonna find out his deal, even if it got him killed.
A/N: Whoo! Second Chapter, done! I hope I recieve more reviews. Feed back is always lovely (:
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