Another dull day. Another lifeless day. Another regretful evening in Ms. Fabray's office where Kurt was inattentively listening.

"...And you must understand: If Blaine-or anyone in this matter-is taking advantage of you, you must inform me."

That got Kurt's attention.

Kurt snapped out of his mindless gaze of staring into nothing and shot a disapproving look to Ms. Fabray. "Excuse me?" He snapped.

"Kurt, what I'm saying-"

"No, I know what you're saying. How dare you!" Kurt said, a little too defensively.

"I'm sorry?" Quinn asked, a little confused why he's mad at her.

"To make a quick snap assumption that Blaine is doing something wrong when he is clearly the only one who takes it in consideration to start a welcoming friendship with his patients-"

"Kurt, that's not true. There are-"

"And I don't mean just flash them a smile. He sticks around for a conversation. Stays back if a patient needs company. He is the only one that had ever made me feel like I'm not worthless. In case you haven't realized, I don't exactly have a a great record of people sticking around." Kurt finally finished off. Quinn was speechless, unaware of what to say-or accuse him of-next.

"I..." Quinn said,trailing off as she had not processed what to say yet.

"Can I go now?" Kurt asked.

"Umm...Yeah, sure." Quinn replied in almost a whisper as she stood from her seat, opening the door for Kurt.

"Thank you..." Kurt said, and escorted himself out of the room.

XXXX

Most days, there wasn't much to do rather than stare at the off-colour painted wall. Kurt just laid back, staring at the ceiling that was clearly covered in stains and other substances that Kurt couldn't make out of what they were as he waited for Blaine to come in. He stared at the off-coloured plaster-and most probably asbestos-ceiling that was only lit by the night sky through the window, wind constantly hitting it, making a 'cling' sound, increasing in volume.

Thinking sometimes becomes Kurt's only companion. Memories that he had recalled-thinking back and considering how he would change certain things in life. Tone down his dreaming would most definitely be one.

Kurt was instantly snapped out of his train of thought by a loud 'Bang' on the door.

"Hi, there!" Blaine said, a little too gleeful. Blaine leaned over to Kurt and attempted to place a peck on his lips but he was rejected through Kurt turning his head, allowing Blaine to kiss his cheek instead. That hurt. "Hey, what's wrong?" Blaine said with hurtful eyes.

Kurt sat up and brought his knees to his chest. "You were right." Kurt simply said.

"Tell me something I don't know," Blaine laughed and saw that Kurt wasn't amused. "Hey, I'm sorry. I was only joking. What was I right about?"

"Fabray." Kurt said.

"Oh," Blaine said, clenching his jaw. "Her," He said with the clear tone of hatred obvious in his voice. "What did she say?"

"She...accused you. Accused you for what you're-we're-doing. But she said it with such negativity. As if it's wrong."

"Well, Kurt," Blaine took a minute and let out a sigh. Allowing himself to become true to himself once again. "This is wrong."

Kurt shot his eyes up at Blaine instantly with such hurt. "What do you mean?!"

"Kurt, I'm a doctor. I'm a doctor who's having sexual relations with a patient. It's against the law. I have responsibilities" Blaine pointed out.

"That's not all it is," Kurt muttered under his breath, but loud enough for Blaine to hear. He knew; Blaine knew there was more to him and Kurt. He could feel the vibe when they were together. There was no denying that. But, however, he had to avoid it at all costs. It was too risky. "It doesn't matter what the law says!" Kurt opinionated.

Blaine lifted himself up from where he had knelt on Kurt's-cheap but, but sustainable-bed. Kurt lifted himself onto his feet at almost the same time.

"Kurt, maybe we should-"

"No," Kurt said. The quietly firm voice which revealed the wound that this had opened up in Kurt was clearly visual. Though Blaine hadn't said much, he understood what he was trying to say. He knew what Blaine's intentions were.

Kurt tried wrapping his arms around Blaine as he felt his eye sockets pulse. "Blaine, please-"

Blaine gripped Kurt's wrists before they wrapped all around his waist and pushed them back with a little too much pressure. "Don't!" Blaine snapped.

Kurt was terrified. Blaine has never put any force on him or raised his voice. He didn't understand what had suddenly happened.

Blaine turned to go walk towards the door.

"Blaine!" Kurt called out, in hope Blaine would turn around. "Blaine, stop!" Kurt attempted again. Nothing grabbed Blaine's attention till...

"I love you!"

Blaine stopped his movements. He could feel his own tears prick his eyes. He didn't know how to respond. He didn't turn back to Kurt, knowing it'll be more so painful than what this situation already was.

"Kurt, I..." Blaine couldn't put the words together, instead he walked out the door, leaving Kurt alone in the dark room, knowing he'd be hurt.

Blaine knew it was wrong. He should have seen it coming. He gotten himself into a catastrophe that's total chaos. If only he'd been able to resist as if before.

Kurt was wounded. He'd said the words he was too afraid to say-partly because the last person he'd said them to had become the victim and the cause on how he'd winded up in this dreadful palace of dead souls where he was constantly reminded everyday that he'd become the person he'd never wanted to be-the person he'd prayed he wouldn't become.

Kurt had been hurt. Plenty of times. But this hurt was one that Kurt hadn't felt long enough for him to forget how it felt; the feeling of your breathing being separate to your lungs. It hurt to remember you were alive. Your weight: far too heavy for gravity to keep up with. Your mind thrusting the thought forcefully into your memory, making it all you can think about and over thinking it. He'd been heartbroken. It didn't feel like a prick from a needle like all the other traces of pain he had experience. No, it was a stab wound. A stab wound to his heart and trust. He put himself out there for Blaine, throwing himself around for him because he truly cared. Tried to show he was more than his medical-and law-history said he was. He had openly told Blaine-almost-everything. He'd been a secret passage within a novel, only for it to be ripped out and shredded. He'd been so foolish to think he could trust again.

The night had been filled with tears and insomnia for both Blaine and Kurt, waiting to awake the nightmare. Pinching themselves to do so, only it never happened. Not another layer of reality was revealed. This was the only only bitterness reality.