Everyone can hate me. I apologize with every part of my being. I've been a bit preoccupied and running low on inspiration. Excuses, excuses, I know. But here is the new chapter and I really hope those of you who read my story haven't given up on me. I really am sorry! I love you guys and your support! Enjoy!

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In that moment, he can feel his whole world crash around him. He can almost hear the men in white rushing towards their wing. He can almost feel waves of electricity pulsing through his veins. Kurts eyes widen, "You did what!?"

Blaine flinches at the loudness of Kurts voice, "I'm so sorry, I just felt so bad not telling her! She's one of the few people I trust here and it felt wrong not telling her!"

"Blaine, do you even realize what you've done? She can go and tell the warden and we'll be tortured. Do you know what they'll do to us? They'll hurt us, they'll separate us!" Kurt stops at the last sentence. They'll separate us. Kurt begins pacing around the room, "No, no, no, no!" He punches the wall, not wincing at the searing pain that shoots up his arm.

From his bed, Blaine sits and tries to put himself together. He wipes away his tears and says with a shaky voice, "She won't tell anyone. I trust Quinn."

Kurt turns towards him, "She gave me such a look of disgust when I passed her, I wouldn't doubt if she went to tell someone right now."

"She wouldn't-"

"She would."

Blaine looks at Kurt with such anger that he can't help but shout, "Why is it so hard for you to trust people!?" Kurt raises an eyebrow, but Blaine continues, "I may be stupid for trusting people easily, but at least I let them in. I give them a chance. I gave you a chance."

"Blaine, that's completely different," Kurt defends himself.

"No, it's not," Blaine glares, "Quinn is my friend. I know more about her then most of the people here do. She's honest, trustworthy, and so much more then everyone here gives her credit. I know she won't tell anyone."

"Then why are you so upset? Huh? If you are so sure she ain't gonna say something, then why are you sitting here crying?" Kurt asks, trying to prove his point.

Blaine looks away, staring out the window.

Kurt goes up to him, "I'm talking to you, Blaine. Why are you so upset? Why did she leave?"

"She was upset that I would leave her here alone," Blaine looks back at Kurt with sad eyes. "She thought that I didn't care about her. I tried to explain everything to her, but she wouldn't listen. So, she left."

Feeling guilty, Kurt bites his bottom lip, looking down at his feet, Way to go, Hummel.

"I know I haven't been here long," Blaine starts, causing Kurt to look up, "But I've made more friends here than I ever had out there. I trust these people. They make me feel like I'm something special. Especially you." Blaine notices Kurts whole body relax, "So many of you guys have been here for years. I've only been here for a few weeks and I can't do it. I respect you guys so much, and I love each and every one of you."

Kurt gives a soft smile, "I'm sure they all feel the same."

Blaine sighs, "Which is what brings us to my decision of staying or going. I don't think we should leave. I want to stay here for a while. I'm not ready to leave some of these people."

Kurt nods understandingly, sort of glad that they don't have to risk so much. "Good idea," Kurt smiles, "And I think that you're right about Quinn. She won't say anything, she'll probably just need a little bit of time to herself."

"I was guessing so," Blaine grins, "I'm sorry for yelling at you."

"I kind of deserved it, didn't I?" Kurt chuckles low, "I don't trust people easily, I'll agree to that. But I do trust you, and your judgment."

Blaines smile grows, "Well, thank ya."

His smile was infectious, and Kurt begins to grin from ear to ear. Seeing Blaine like this was exactly what he needed. He knows what he is about to ask might ruin it all, but he has to do it. Taking a deep breath, Kurt says, "So you made up your mind 'bout leaving. Did you make up your mind about something else?"

Blaine opens his mouth to say something, but closes it and looks way. Kurt is watching him with hopeful eyes, not sure what to expect. Blaine finally answers, "I know what I want. But I think we still need some time to get to know each other more before we make any haste decisions."

"Isn't that what we do best?" Kurt jokes, but understands Blaines point, "I think we can do that. I'd like to get to know ya more."

"Great," Blaine lets out a sigh of relief.

"Boys?"

They turn to see Nurse Pillsbury by the door. She smiles, "Lunch time."

"Yes ma'am," Kurt nods.

After she goes, Blaine turns to Kurt, "Shall we chat over a nice warm lunch?"

"Nice? Not so much, but sure," Kurt winks.

"Oh hush," Blaine bites his lip at the wink, walking out the door.

Kurt stops for a moment, feeling as though he was forgetting something. Just then his eyes widen, "Shit."

"Forget 'bout me?" Noah walks up the hall towards the boys, smirk in place, "Don't worry about it. Obviously it's a good thing you decided to stop in there." He gives Kurt and Blaine a knowing look before walking pass them.

Kurt stands still looking straight ahead trying not to smile at Noah's look. He bites the inside of his cheek and rolls his eyes.

"What was that about?" Blaine asks quietly.

"Nothing," Kurt looks to him with a grin, "Let's get some lunch."

In just a little under an hour, Kurt can feel his brain begin to burst at all the knowledge he was taking in. Blaine was open about everything. Kurt grins at the way he animatedly would wave his arms around when explaining something, or how his eye brows danced on his forehead whenever he found something especially exciting. Kurt sits across from him at their table, eating his food and listening intently. A small smile is in place as he listens to every little detail of every story that Blaine was telling him. He's learned so much already. Kurt knows that Blaine's favorite color depends on what mood he's in, that he's obsessed with music more than any young boy should be, that when he was five years old he bought his first record with some money he received from helping his grandmother around the house, the different family memories of parties and picnics, and how outside of the hospital he's usually clad in a bow tie and oxfords. Kurt tries to picture Blaine in a the attire. A clean light shaded pair of slacks, ironed and pressed button up, bright colored bow tie around his neck. The thought makes Kurt's heart ache. He was going to make sure he and Blaine would be out of this place eventually so he could see how precious his Blaine would look all dressed up.

"And I think my favorite of them all though is definitely Christmas time," Blaine beams, hands folded in front of him.

Kurt lets out a light laugh as he looks to Blaine amused, "Is that so? Why's that?"

"Oh, where do I begin?!" Blaine swings his arms back, almost knocking over his drink. Kurt reaches across the table to steady the cup as Blaine continues, "Well, first of all, mama and I would always spend all night decorating the tree. We'd wait for daddy to come home from work and he's finish up putting up the higher decorations and the star on top! On Christmas Eve, mama and I'd make a bunch of cookies for ourselves and the neighbors. We'd frost them and everything! And once I was old enough, I started helping wrapping some of daddy's gifts or some of the gifts we bring to the orphanage for the kids."

"That's incredibly sweet of you," interrupts Kurt, smiling madly at him, "You really are some sort of angel, aren't you?"

Blaine blushes at the comment, not really too fond of considering himself a holy spirit. After all he's been through he doesn't really know what to consider himself. "Trust me, I'm no angel," Blaine chuckles, finally taking a bite of his already cold food.

"Maybe so, but…" Kurt leans forward as if he was about to tell a secret, "You're my angel."

"I thought you weren't religious?" Blaine raises an eyebrow, trying to push through the pink tint on his cheeks.

"Eat your broccoli," he scolds the boy with sass.

As Blaine giggles placing a fork full of food into his mouth, Kurt leans back and begins to think. It's going to be a rough Christmas this year. Blaine is so used to all of his family traditions. If only there was some way Kurt could keep them going, to make Blaine feel more at home. It would be difficult, but Kurt was willing to do anything for this boy.

"Kurt?"

He shakes his head, snapping back to reality, "Huh?"

"You need to get your hearing check," Blaine smiles at him, "The warden told us that lunch is over."

"Oh, course, I knew that," Kurt scoffs, standing up and grabbing his and Blaine's trays.

As the group of teens walk back into the common room, Blaine's eyes immediately go to the table by the window. But a frown appears on his face as he sees the blonde girl isn't there. His eyes scan the room quickly, seeing if she was anywhere else. Though to no avail, he could not spot her. In fact, Blaine isn't sure if he even saw her at lunch.

"I'll be right back," Blaine places a hand on Kurt's arm before walking towards the nurses' station. He taps on the counter, "Um, excuse me? Nurse Pillsbury?"

Wide doe eyes stare up at him, "Oh, Blaine! Hello, sweetie, what can I do for you?"

"Um, I was wondering where Quinn is? I don't think I saw her at lunch," Blaine explains, hoping that she was alright.

Nurse Pillsbury thinks for a moment before the light bulb went on, "Oh, that's right. She wasn't feeling to well so she stayed in her room."

"Thank you," Blaine smiles politely and rushes off towards the rooms. He needed to talk to Quinn and set things right.

There you have it folks! I hate myself so much for stalling with this story. But hopefully I've done good and you don't hate me too much? We'll see! I hope you enjoyed and stay tuned for more eventually.

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