A/N : Wow guys (and when I say guys, I mean the whole four people who probably read this), I am so sorry I haven't updated in a while (like any of you care). Well here is the fourth chapter. Enjoy, my dears!
"I had a good time tonight, Blaine." The blonde boy told Blaine.
"I as well, Victor." Blaine smiled shyly, looking anywhere but the at the boy walking next to him.
The air was cool, it was a late Friday night. Blaine was walking home with Victor after a lovely evening with the boys. Blaine thought about how lucky he was to be pals with the older gentlemen. Victor was nineteen, a whole three years older than Blaine. But they didn't treat Blaine like he was some sort of child, which Blaine loved.
"Well, here ya are." Victor stopped by the front gates of Blaines home.
"Thank you for walking me home." Blaine told the boy.
"It's really no sweat." Victor smiled down at Blaine. "You know, we should get together, with out the boys, just us."
"I'd love that." Blaine felt his face flushing.
"Glad to here it." Victor placed a hand against Blaines cheek.
Blaines heart was racing, he knew this was wrong, but he didn't care. His heart was in his throat. Everything was fading away. He shut his eyes, as the space between them slowly closed. Just as Victor was about to place his lips to Blaines, the front door opened.
"Blaine!" his fathers voice boomed.
Blaine jumped back, frightened. "F-father, I-I was just um.."
"Get away from my son you-you, disgrace!" Mr. Anderson walked towards the gates.
Blaines whole body tensed, Victor held onto his hand.
"Blaine, relax." Victor whispered. "Mr. Anderson, if you could just give us a minute to explain-"
"Explain what? How you're trying to convert my only son into a homo!" Mr. Anderson shouted.
"Sir, you say that like it's a bad thing." Victor smiled a little.
"It's an awful thing! It's disgusting!" Mr. Anderson looked to Blaine. "Get over here, Blaine, now."
Blaine looked at his father, than to Victor.
"Blaine.." Mr. Anderson growled.
"I-I'm sorry, Victor." Blaine all but whispered.
"Blaine, no wait-" Victor tried to stop Blaine, but Mr. Anderson was too quick and made a grab for Blaines shoulder.
"No, you with me, now." He started dragging Blaine towards the house.
"Blaine!" Victor called, "I'll come back for you, okay? I'll go get help!" Victor ran off.
"No, Victor, don't!" Blaine tried to shout after him. But Victor was gone and out of sight.
"Get in there." Blaines father shoved him into the house. "My office, now."
Blaine stumbled a little and made his way to his fathers office, taking a seat in front of his desk.
Mr. Anderson sat in his chair, glaring at his son. "I thought you were going to be on a date tonight, with that Tiffany White from down the street."
"I was, with my friends." Blaine mumbled.
"What? Those older men who want nothing than to turn you into one of them?" Mr. Anderson leaned forward. "They are sick, Blaine. You know that. That kind of behavior is not excepted."
"I don't see what's so wrong about it." Blaine whispered.
"It's an abomination!" Mr. Anderson slammed his fist on his desk, making Blaine jump in his seat. "I don't want you exposed to that kind of sick, demented way of life. Hell, it's not even a way of life, it makes me sick."
Blaine kept his head down, afraid to look his father in the eye. "But they're really nice people, father."
"Blaine, your young, naïve, you'll believe anything those people will say." Mr. Anderson told his son.
"Those people?" Blaine looked up, anger kicking in. "So now, I'm those people."
"No, you are not one of them. You never will be." Mr. Anderson spoke in a low tone.
"Says you? I like those people, they're my friends!" Blaine raised his voice.
"They are not your friends!" Mr. Anderson stood up.
"And Victor, he is a very kind man, and he-he was gonna kiss me tonight." Blaine spoke in a dreamy voice.
"Enough!" Mr. Anderson shouted. "You are obviously very ill, son."
"No, no father, I'm not." Blaine tried to convince the older man.
His father picked up his telephone and dialed a number.
"Father, what are you doing?" Blaine asked, confusion in his voice.
"Yes, this is Jonathan Anderson," Mr. Anderson said, "Yes, I need you to send some doctors to my home."
"What, father no!" Blaine panicked.
"What's going on down here?" Mrs. Anderson walked into the room, yawning.
"Mama, you gotta stop him!" Blaine ran up to his mother.
"On the accounts that my son is very ill." Mr. Anderson told the hospital. "Yes, fifteen minutes is fine. Thank you."
"Jonathan? What's going on?" Mrs. Anderson asked her husband, hugging her son.
"Blaine is very ill. I caught him before, with an older gentleman." Mr. Anderson looked disgusted.
Mrs. Anderson looked down at her son, shocked. "Blaine? Is this true?"
"Yes, mama, but I'm not sick!" Blaine desperately hoped she would listen.
"Oh, Blaine," She covered her mouth and stepped away from him.
"Mama, please.." Blaine began to cry, trying to approach his mother.
"Get away from her." Mr. Anderson yelled.
Blaine just stood there, tears spilling out of his eyes. "But, you guys, are my parents."
"You're no son of mine." Mr. Anderson told the sobbing boy in front of him.
Blaine jumped up in bed, thankful to have awaken. He looked out the window. It was just about sunrise.
He rubbed his eyes. Just a dream, he told himself.
Blaine looked down and noticed he had an extra blanket on him.
What the.. Blaine was confused. Maybe Brittany had given him her blanket.
Blaine noticed the doors were still locked. The Warden hadn't come by yet. Blaine stood up and walked over to the sink to splash water on his face. When he looked back at the mirror he didn't even recognize himself. He wasn't the same sixteen year old boy he was a couple days previously. He looked tired, weak. He must have lost a significant amount of weight.
Blaine turned his head when he heard the sound of the locks.
"Oh, someone's up." The Warden smirked. "Come on, time for your therapy."
Blaine looked at her confused, but followed the woman out of the ward and into the main halls.
It was an scary feeling, seeing hundreds of people, sitting around in different rooms, scattered in the halls. Blaine took in everything. There was an older man, sitting against the wall, holding himself, rocking back and forth, mumbling. Farther down the hall was a skinny woman, smoking a cigarette. In a room he passed, there was someone strapped down to their bed. It was sick. It was real.
"In here." The Warden ordered for Blaine to go into the small white room.
"Lay down." one doctor, out of the five, told Blaine.
Not really understanding what was happening, Blaine laid on the gurney . The doctors started strapping Blaines arms and legs down.
"What's going on?" Blaine asked, fear showing in his voice.
"Relax, kid." Another doctor said.
They had another doctor come over and hold his head still while they placed the straps around his head, hooking Blaine up to the machine.
"Stop! Let me go!" Blaine shouted.
"Here, open up." One doctor put a plastic mouth guard past Blaines lips.
"Okay, hit the switch." the first doctor ordered.
In a single moment, everything went white, his whole body went numb. The only thing he heard, was his own screams, begging for them to stop.
"Crank it up." A doctor ordered.
Doing this, just made Blaine scream louder. He couldn't see anything, his eyes were shut so tight. His mind was blank, there was nothing he could think about other than the pain. But then, finally the screams stopped. They shut off the machines and entrapped Blaines arms and legs.
"Come on, get him into recovery."
Kurt woke up, feeling better than yesterday, but not incredible. He looked across the hall and noticed Blaine wasn't in his room. This didn't surprise Kurt, usually Blaines the first one up.
Kurt walked out into the ward and looked around. Everyone was there except Blaine.
Kurt walked over to Brittany who was sitting on a lone couch, holding that old ragged bear.
"Mornin', doll." Kurt smiled.
Brittany looked up but than back down.
"Are you still upset with me?" Kurt asked.
"Yes." Brittany turned his head.
Kurt sat down next to her. "I'm really sorry."
Brittany looked at Kurt for a moment, "Were you the one who gave Blainie the extra blanket?"
Kurt sighed, but couldn't help but smile a little. "That would be my doing."
"That was mighty kind of you." Brittany smiled slightly.
"I suppose." Kurt leaned back against the couch. He noticed Brittany wasn't her bubbly self. "What's wrong, sweetie?"
"It's Blainie." She said upset.
"What about 'em?" Kurt was intrigued to hear about his.
"I don't know where he is. He usually takes Pookie with him everywhere. He wouldn't just leave him alone." Brittany looked at Kurt with worry in her eyes.
"I'm sure he's fine." Kurt put a hand on her shoulder.
Just than the doors opened. The Warden came in, and so did a very tired looking Blaine.
"Go sit." She ordered and left the Ward.
Blaine just stood there, looking around, lost.
"Blainie!" Brittany ran up to the small boy.
Blaine looked at her with a confused expression, mixed with fear.
Kurt looked at him, curious. Than it hit him.
"Oh, no.." Kurt covered his mouth. He got up and walked over to the pair. "Blaine? Are you okay?"
Blaine opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out. In stead he shut his mouth and bit back a sob.
"Oh, Blainie." Brittany pulled him into a hug.
"Come on, sit him down." Kurt and Brittany led Blaine to the couch.
"What's going on?" Sam walked over concerned.
Kurt just looked up at Sam, with a saddened and angry expression. At that, Sam knew what had happened.
"Oh, golly," Sam knelt down in front of Blaine. "Hey, pal, you alright?"
Blaine just sat there, crying. It killed Kurt to look at him. Blaine hadn't even done anything to get that pathetic excuse of a treatment.
Kurt stood up, walked back and forth, shaking.
"Argh!" Kurt hit the wall, leaving a hole.
"Kurtsy…" Brittany whispered.
"What's wrong with him?" Santana walked over, pointing to Kurt.
"I don't know." Sam sighed.
Noah walked over to Kurt, "Hey, come on, calm down."
"No!" Kurt screamed. "These people are insane! They can't just do shit like this!"
"What's going on in here?" The Warden came in.
"You.." Kurt hissed. "Why did Blaine have to go through that?"
"You aren't as dumb as you look, Porcelain." The Warden smirked.
"He did nothing! He woke up. That's about it, isn't it?" Kurt got in her face. "You're all crazy! You should be the ones locked up in here! Not, us!"
"Is that so?" The Warden nodded her head. "Okay than."
"What?" Kurt asked, still angry, but now confused as well.
"Boys, I need you." She called out.
In came three of the black boys.
"No, no, no!" Kurt screamed backing away.
"Nurse, can you give this kid some dosage." and with that the Warden was gone.
"Let go of me!" Kurt screamed as the black boys held him still.
"Get off him!" Noah yelled and ran over.
A black boy grabbed him and held him back. "We're gonna need more help!" He called out.
Soon enough four more ran in, three going to Noah, the other going to Kurt.
Everyone watched in horror. No one has yet to have this happen to them, at least not in this side of the Ward.
Blaine stared at the nurse rushing in, two needles in hand.
"Hold him still." the nurse ordered.
"Stop!" Kurt kept yelling, struggling.
The nurse finally found his vein and gave him the needle.
Kurt stopped struggling as much, but he wasn't giving up.
She than walked over to Noah and gave him a shot.
"Hold 'em while I get more." The nurse ran off.
Blaine looked around at everyone's reactions. Sam couldn't even look, he was staring at the ground. Finn was sitting by the radio with Artie and Rachel, both boys were trying to focus on the radio while Rachel cried slightly into Finns arm. Mercedes sat at a table, looking horrified. Quinn sat by her window seat, jaw clenched, just staring. Brittany was crying hysterically, it was painful enough just see her face, but hearing her screams were spine tingling. Santana just held her back, holding onto her.
Blaine looked back and saw the nurse have given both Kurt and Noah another shot. Both were unconscious on the floor.
"Bring them to their rooms." The nurse said and went back to her office.
The black boys carried them to their rooms, than left the ward like nothing happened.
"Come on, Britt," Santana walked with Brittany down the hall to put Brittany in bed to rest. Blaine noticed everyone else tried to go back to what they were doing."Blaine?"
Blaine turned and noticed Sam was still in next to him.
"Are you alright?" Sam asked once again.
"Fine." Blaine muttered quietly and monotone. He looked down at the couch and noticed Pookie to his right. "Excuse me." He stood up with the bear and walked to the hall, into his room, and stood in front of his bed. He picked up the blanket and walked across the hall to Kurts room.
Kurt laid still in his bed. If Blaine hadn't known any better he'd think Kurt was dead. But he noticed the rise and fall of Kurts chest. Blaine walked over and draped the blanket over Kurts body. Than he placed the bear, just next to Kurts head. He covered the bears body with the blanket as well. "Just thought I'd return the favor." Blaine whispered and went back to his respective seat on the couch in the ward.