A/N: I really appreciate everyone who supports and help give me the drive to continue. I usually never finish fanfictions or stories at all. So I'm really trying for this one. Thank you for all the love. Here's chapter five. It's not much, but I enjoyed writing certain parts. I promise things will pick up a bit more, just be patient, my little crazies. Enjoy!
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Blaine hears all of them whispering, chatting it up about the event that had just happened about an hour or so ago. Though it shouldn't be any of their concerns, Blaine learned very quick that gossip was popular, even in insane asylems.
"I don't know why he flipped like that." Finn stated dumbfound.
"Yeah, I mean, we expected it from Noah, but not from Kurt." Artie added.
"Well, we don't really know Kurts story." Sam pointed out.
"I heard he's in here because he takes a liking to men." Rachel said as a matter of factly.
"Huh, no wonder he's messed up." Finn mumbled.
That hit Blaine. Deep. He had thought Finn was a kind fellow. He wanted to stand up and scream or do something. But before he could do anything, Mercedes stood up.
"Something wrong with a man liking another man?" She asked defensively.
"Well, I mean, that means you're sick. You don't wanna live normally." Finn tried to sound intelligent.
"Just because you like the same gender, it doesn't make you sick. It just makes you different." Mercedes scolded Finn.
"I was just sayin'," Finn shrunk into his seat.
"Yeah well, you're disrespecting certain people, so can it." Mercedes glared.
"No one here besides Santana is sick like that." Artie said.
"Watch is wheels." Santana hissed.
"Oh, no, not you too, Artie, do not get me started." Mercedes pointed her finger at the boy in the wheel chair.
"Blainie is too." Brittany said suddenly. Finn and Artie looked over at Blaine immediately. Sam looked over too, a little confused. Brittany covered her mouth, clearly upset she told something she shouldn't have.
"Blaine's not a queer like that.. No, not Blaine." Finn shook his head disbelieving.
"Yeah, Blaine's one of us." Artie tried to go along with Finn.
"Is it true?" Sam asked Blaine carefully.
Blaine just sighed and nodded, feeling tears swell in his eyes.
"What? Why didn't you say anything?" Finn burst.
"Why does it matter, Finn?" Mercedes spat.
"I shared my yogurt with him.." Finn mumbled.
"I don't understand how Blaine could be a homosexual." Artie said in shock.
"I don't understand how you can't walk." Santana said mocking Artie.
"You all need to stop flipping!" Mercedes shouted.
"You're one to talk." Finn pointed.
"What's that suppose to mean?" Mercedes said defensively.
"You obviously got some mental disorder that makes you angry." Finn told her.
"YOU obviously have some mental disorder that makes you dumber than my shoe!" Mercedes yelled back.
"Enough!"
Everyone turned and saw Quinn standing from her seat, small hands balled into fists.
"I've had enough of this, she's sick with this, or he's got that. Why don't you leave each other alone for once." Quinn looked to Blaine and walked over. "Come on." She grabbed his hand and they walked down the hall to her room.
"I'm guessing you don't do that much." Blaine whispered as he took a seat on her bed.
"No, I barely talk to them." Quinn took a seat next to him, putting her pad on her lap, beginning a new drawing. "Lean against the wall and look straight ahead. I wanna get your profile."
Blaine did as she said, not wanting to aggitate the girl any further.
After a while Blaine asked, "Quinn, did you bring me in here just to draw?"
"No." Quinn stated flatly.
Blaine waited for her to finish, but nothing came after that. "Well, than why did you do that?"
"I was tired of their bickering." Quinn looked up for a moment. "And I know you probably didn't want them gaining up on you."
"Well, thank you, for uh," Blaine searched for the right words, "Stopping the insanity."
Quinn let out a breathy laugh. "There's no stopping the insanity in this place."
"I guess that would sort of beat the purpose of being here." Blaine smiled slightly.
They were silent for a while. Blaine didn't mind. He liked the quiet. But it seemed all he could think about was Kurt. Their relationship was confusing. Was it a relationship? Were they friends? Were they even acquaintances? Did Kurt actually like him under all that hate? Did he actually like Kurt?
"You're thinking." Quinn spoke abruptly.
"How can you tell?" Blaine sighed.
"Your brow is furrowed." Quinn noted. "Don't think to hard now."
"Funny." Blaine smiled.
Quinn stopped drawing for a moment. "Are you thinking about Kurt?"
"How did you-"
"He thinks about you too." Quinn smirked. "It's quite adorable."
Blaine felt himself blush. "I… it doesn't matter.. I'm sick."
"Blaine enough with the sick bullshit." Quinn put her pad under her bed. "You are not sick. You are fine. You are normal. You are perfectly sane."
Blaine thought for a moment. He knew all of this already. But after hearing from everyone how wrong he was, he started believing it. His parents, the kids at school, the doctors.
"You're right." Blaine told her.
"I know." Quinn rolled her eyes.
Blaine just chuckled, but than looked at Quinn with a serious expression.
"Quinn?"
"Yes, Blaine?" She turned to him.
"Why are you here?" Blaine asked carefully.
Quinn just stared at him. "That's none of your concern."
"Friendship is a two way street." Blaine told her.
"Who said this is a friendship?" Quinn spat out angrily.
"Quinn," Blaine put a hand on top of Quinns. "You don't have to tell me now. But I would really like to know. You've helped me out and you know so much 'bout me… I'd love to know a few things about you."
Quinn just stared at the curly haired boy in front of her. Her face had no signs of emotions. Blaine gave a weak smile and stood up. Once he reached the door, Quinn spoke in shakey voice, "I'm a terrible person."
Blaine turned around to see Quinn staring down at her lap.
"What do you mean?" Blaine asked concerned.
Quinn took a deep breath. "I got pregnant last year.." She let out a shaky breath and began to softly cry.
"Oh, Quinn.." Blaine walked over and sat next to the girl.
"Everyone called me a harlot. Everyone thought of me as garbage. I-I tried to stay strong, not let them get to me," Quinn looked up to Blaine, "But after giving birth.. I-I just couldn't look at my self anymore."
"Quinn you're beautiful.." Blaine went to grab her hand.
"No!" Quinn pulled away. "I'm not.. I'm ugly, and fat, and I have these horrible scars, and-and..I just stopped eating..and I got sicker and I-I.."
Quinn broke down into silent sobs against Blaines chest. Blaine looked at down at the broken girl. Not the cold, silent girl everyone thought they knew, but the real Quinn, the scared, insecure girl who's been hiding.
Blaine wrapped his arms around her and soothingly rubbed her back.
"None of that is true," Blaine whispered.
"Yes it is." Quinn cried.
"Hey, look at me." Blaine took Quinns small face into his hands. "You know what I see? I see a beautiful girl, a strong one at that. One who just made a few mistakes.. But you know what the greatest thing about mistakes are?"
Quinn shook her head.
"You get to try again. You always get another chance." Blaine smiled and wiped away a few stray tears from her cheeks.
"Blaine why are you being so nice to me?" Quinn asked softly.
"Cause, we can both use a friend right now." Blaine smiled and pulled her into a hug, which she gratefully accepted.
Kurt woke up feeling more tired than usual, almost forgetting what had happened. But than he remembered. Blaine, the black boys, the needles.
Kurt sat up and noticed his blanket was back, and a little extra something.
"Well I'll be damned.." Kurt whispered and picked up the stuffed bear.
He than noticed the silence down the hall and quickly put the bear under his pillow and got up. When Kurt entered the ward, he noticed something was different already. Everyone was silent. The radio was off. The girls sat quietly. Everyone was perfectly still. Well, almost.
"Kurtsy!" Brittany ran up to him and hugged him tightly. "I thought they was gonna hurt you really bad."
"I'm fine, dear." Kurt rubbed her back and began walking over to the boys at the radio. "What's going on?"
Sam was the only one to speak. "Quinn flipped."
"Okay, that's funny, what really happened?" Kurt asked humored but than noticed everyone's expression. "You're not joking?"
"Her and Blaine went down the hall, probably to her room or something." Sam explained. "Conversation started about why we're here and all and Quinn sort of… snapped."
"Well, shit.." Kurt mumbled.
"Who died?" Everyone turned and saw Noah walking into the Ward, scratching the back of his neck, yawning.
"You alright there?" Kurt asked.
"Fine." Noah shrugged. "Now what did I miss?"
"Quinn lost it." Kurt sighed.
"It was only a matter of time." Noah chuckled and sat on one of the couches.
"Knock it off," Kurt rolled his eyes.
Sam cleared his throat, and everyone looked up to see Blaine and Quinn walking back into the Ward.
Kurt looked right at Blaine, not sure whether to smile or just stay blank.
Blaine looked away after a moment and began walking to the window seat Quinn mostly occupied.
"Alright, freaks, time for group counseling." The Warden came in. "Oh, good to see you two are up." She smirked to Kurt and Noah.
Kurt just glared. Noah tightened his fists.
"Well, what are you waiting for, get into a circle, pull up the chairs, you know the drill." She ordered and walked out of the ward.
Finn and Sam moved the couches to make more room for the circle. Mercedes and Brittany pulled over a few chairs.
They all took their seats. Quinn sat at the edge of the one couch, than Blaine sat next to her. Next to Blaine, Brittany took her seat, which she begged Kurt to sit on her other side. On chairs next to the couch, was Noah, Artie in his wheel chair, Sam and Finn. Than seated on the other couch was Rachel, Mercedes, and Santana. Between the two couches was one more seat, for their counselor of the day.
The doors to the ward opened and in walked William Shuster.
"Hello, everyone." He smiled brightly.
"Hello." Brittany smiled back.
William took his seat and clapped his hands together. "So, we have a new member joining us, Mr. Blaine Anderson."
Anderson, Kurt thought, Kurt Anderson..No, Kurt stop it.
"I hope everyone made Blaine feel welcomed." William said carefully.
"Kurt sure did," Noah mumbled. Kurt kicked his chair slightly, eyes still on William.
"So, Blaine," William turned towards him. "What we do, is go around and talk about certain problems or subjects, and we give each other feed back or we start a group discussion. Sound easy enough?"
"Sure." Blaine smiled enthusiastic.
"Okay, who'd like to start?" William looked around hopeful. "Come on kids." Still no one. "Okay, um, how about, we all talk about how they've been feeling?"
Mercedes raised her hand.
"Yes, Mercedes." William pointed to her.
"I'm feeling angry." She glared at Finn.
"Okay, that's good, we'll get back to that. Anyone else?"
"I'm feeling annoyed." Noah said not looking an anyone.
"I'm feeling sad." Brittany looked down at her hands.
"Why's that?" William asked, concerned.
"Everyone has been really upset with one another." Brittany looked around at everyone. "I feel lonely sometimes because of all the fussing."
"Okay, who here, feels lonely?" William asked the group. No one raised their hand. "Okay, so what you're telling me is you all have at least someone in this group who's you're go to person?" Still silence. "Okay, we're going around and everyone tell me their person, Blaine, go."
"Uhm, Brittany," Blaine smiled to his left. "And Quinn." Blaine took a deep breath. "And Sam." Blaine looked towards Sam but Sam had his head down. Maybe because of their latest discovery of him liking men, Sam doesn't want to be his friend anymore.
"Good, Brittany, come on keep it going." William clapped.
"I try to be pals with everyone, but Kurt, Blaine, and Santana." Brittany smiled.
"Brittany and Noah." Kurt sighed.
"Kurt." Noah leaned back in his seat, feeling slightly lame for not having more go to people.
"Well, now, Finn and Sam." Artie said.
It was Sam's turn next, and Blaine really didn't expect his name to be said. "Blaine and Finn."
Blaine looked up at Sam. The blond boy smiled shyly and nodded to Blaine. Blaine smiled back and mouthed, Thank you.
"Probably, Sam, Artie, and Rachel." Finn smiled cheekily at saying Rachel's name.
"Well, Finn, Sam, and well, Blaine." Rachel smiled towards the boy who in returned smiled back, grateful she still cared for him.
"Santana and Britt, I guess." Mercedes shrugged.
"Brittany and Mercedes." Santana said looking at her nails.
It was Quinn who was left, and she sat quietly.
"Quinn?" William insisted she say someone.
Quinn looked away from the group, biting her lip. Blaine reached out for her hand and grabbed it. She looked down at their hands and than to the hazel eyed boy.
"Blaine." Quinn spoke in a shaky tone, trying not to cry again.
"Great, than. You all have at least one person." William smiled. "But I think everything would go along smoothly, if you all got along. So I have an assignment for you all."
A few people groaned, not please about this news.
"I'm going to pair you up with someone you usually don't chat with, but since there are eleven of you, one group will have to have three." William stood up. "Okay, uh, Santana and Rachel and Sam."
"What? Uh, uh." Santana shook her head.
"No, complaints." William scolded her. "Mercedes and Finn. Brittany and Quinn. Noah and Artie. And finally Kurt and Blaine. Now pair up. And I'll give you fifteen minutes to talk."
Everyone went to their respective partner, except for Kurt and Blaine. They sat on the couch, awkwardly looking anywhere but at each other.
"Kurt, Blaine, that means you too." William told the two.
Kurt sighed and turned towards Blaine. "Hey."
Blaine sat with his arms crossed, looking down. "Hi."
"Okay, I know this is weird, so lets forget about the blade to the neck, the shower incident, and such, and we'll start over." Kurt tried to smile but the look on Blaines face made it difficult.
"I can't just forget that you assaulted me and sexually harassed me." Blaine mumbled.
"I'm really sorry about all that." Kurt whispered and sat closer to Blaine. "Really, I mean it."
Blaine looked over at the blue eyed boy. "How can I believe you?"
"I guess that's a risk you'll have to take." Kurt smiled and batted his eye lashes.
Blaine chuckled a little at that. "I guess so."
A moment of silence went by as they sat in silence while everyone else was at least trying to connect with their partners.
"This is kind of stupid isn't it." Kurt sighed.
"I guess," Blaine shrugged.
"Well, I know one good thing will come out of this." Kurt leaned back in his seat.
"What's that?" Blaine asked, curiously.
"Ah, my good sir, I mustn't say." Kurt crossed his legs and winked.
Blaine felt himself blush at that.
"Okay, well I hope you all really try to get to know your partner. Until next time, kids." William smiled and left the Ward.
Mostly everyone went back to their normal positions and normal friends. Kurt looked over to Blaine, but before he could say anything, the Warden came in. "Lights out in five!"
Blaine smiled and nodded to Kurt before getting up to go to bed. This is a start, Kurt. Kurt told himself. Tomorrow, he was gonna make peace with Blaine.
A/N: Well? *Waggles eyebrows* Hope everyone enjoyed!