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You Got Me If You Want Me: Chapter 5

Kurt had been sitting on a bench outside the bathroom with Matt, waiting to be led in to take his shower. The bathroom was located near the nurse's station where a small radio was playing. He could barely hear it but with the silence that overpowered the fourth floor he could focus on the sound. As the catchy beats to Teenage Dream filled his ears, Kurt froze. His whole body shook and he rocked back and forth.

The memories hit Kurt slow and out of focus. He could hear the laughing as they cornered him and he could feel all the hands on him. Blaine was just above his head, brushing Kurt's hair out of his face as he smiled and sung quietly.

"You make me feel like I'm a living a teenage dream." Kurt struggled against the hands and cried out as the pain over took him.

"Please, Blaine let me go!" Kurt had cried but Blaine had just smiled at him and watched. He hadn't been one who had held Kurt down, but he sure as hell hadn't stopped them.

Present day Kurt had sat on the bench, hugging his arms close to his body. Since he was being watched closely by an orderly he hadn't had to be restrained and he could feel his finger nails digging into his arm. Matt quietly said his name but Kurt didn't answer. The orderly reached out and gently grabbed Kurt's arm but the small boy lashed out, screaming to let him go. Acting quickly, Matt hugged Kurt close to his body, back to front and pinned the smaller boy's arms to his side. He carefully led Kurt back to his room, yelling for help as he went. Kurt kicked out trying to unsuccessfully free himself. Once he was led into the room a nurse came and quickly stabbed a needle into his arm, filling him with a sedative.

He had fallen asleep crying "don't touch me."

Kurt took a deep breath before entering the TV room. It was finally Monday and he had been allowed to come back down to the third floor. He had only had one major panic attack Friday morning but other than that he had been fine. He hugged his arms close to his body, picking at the bandage that still remained on his left arm. Since he was right handed, the cuts made with his left hand had been sloppy and shallow; they had healed quickly.

An orderly Kurt didn't know the name of nodded at him as he entered the room. Kurt's eyes scanned the room and spot Dave sitting in a wheelchair by the couch. He took another deep breath before crossing the room and sitting on the couch. He pulled his knees up to his chest and hugged them tightly, laying his head on his knees. Dave jumped slightly when the boy sat down but they both stayed quiet. After a few tense moments, Kurt turned his head to Dave.

"I'm sorry," he whispered. Dave took a shuttering breath but nodded his head.

"I'm sorry, too. For everything." Dave said back and Kurt bit his lip. "God, Fancy. What happened to you?" Dave started to reach out to grab Kurt's arm but stopped when Kurt flinched.

"Life," Kurt said with a bitter snort and Dave just stared at him with wide eyes. This wasn't the Kurt Hummel he knew. His Kurt Hummel didn't have the dead eyes and bitter attitude. His Kurt Hummel was a sweet boy who had never had anything go wrong other than a closeted bully named Dave Karofsky.

"Your neck…" Dave trailed off, his voice barely over a whisper. AJ let out a loud peel of laughter from where he sat staring at the wall and carried on talking to himself. Kurt cleared his throat before answering.

"I just wanted it all to stop," he whispered, not entirely sure why he was telling the boy he used to hate his horrible life story. Kurt blamed the drugs Dr. Barker had him on for giving him a loose tongue. "I mean I'd been cutting since the…the incident…" Dave cocked his head to the side but didn't ask what the incident was. "But it never seemed to be enough. So I tried to hang myself in my bedroom…But Finn found me like right after I kicked the chair away and got me down before it did any damage. My…My boyfriend dumped me when he found out. And now I'm here."

Dave sat in a stunned silence staring at Kurt who was staring at the TV. An old episode of Happy Day's played on the television and Belle clapped her hands along to the theme song. Dave had just worked up the courage to say something to Kurt when the smaller boy talked again.

"I really don't know why I told you all that…Dr. Barker has me drugged up to my eyeballs and I guess my tongues a little loose." He whispered, messing with the bandage on his left arm again. "I guess since I'm right handed I didn't do much damage to my right arm," Kurt rambled on. "Maybe if I was ambi…ambid…that one work I can't say where you can use both hands equally?"

"Ambidextrous?" Dave suggested, and for a moment Kurt's eyes lit up as he smiled slightly.

"Yeah! That word. Maybe if I was that word I could have just finished myself off and I wouldn't have to worry about all this. Guess I just suck at everything."

"That's not true," Dave whispered, furrowing his brow in worry. "You're perfect. And you always will be to me." Kurt stared at Dave with wide eyes, blinking rapidly. Finally he gave Dave a goofy grin.

"That's very nice."

"God, Fancy. You really are drugged." Dave said, finally reaching out and touching Kurt's right arm. The gleek flinched buy Dave didn't let go. "We're gonna get each other through this, okay?"

"I wanna go home," Kurt mumbled, his good mood suddenly ending.

"I know man. Me too, me too."

Later that night once Dave had gone back to his room, he sat back and stared at the ceiling. Kurt's room was next to his and when Level Three quieted down for the night you could easily hear through the walls. Dave could hear the smaller boy sobbing and Dave's heart broke at the sound.

"No!" Kurt screamed and Dave jumped. "Please, please let me go. I won't tell! Please just don't hurt me! Blaine, please don't let them hurt me!" Dave shoved his fist into his mouth the muffle the sound as tears welled up in his eyes.

He had fallen in love with Kurt shortly after he kissed the teen. Of course Dave never believe anything would come of that and was sure not to get his hopes up. Even if he had came out of the closet right after the kiss, he was sure Kurt would never want to be with him. Dave hated himself for hurting Kurt and hated anyone who would dare hurt him.

Dave wondered if whoever hurt him caused the dead look in Kurt's eyes. As Dave started to drift off, thankful of the sleeping pills Dr. Rogers had him on, he vowed that he would get Kurt out of this place. He would never let anyone hurt him ever again.

AN: Sorry this one's so short. I hope you liked it. Please review.