Nights were not the same. The warmth that had been introduced to Kurt right before his eyes had been snatched away just as quickly, replaced with bitter coldness.

The sound of crying echoing the walls as Kurt held himself in a ball on his mattress. As he tightened his arms around himself he had realized he was alone. Totally and utterly alone. There was no hand on his shoulder nor a welcoming embrace to assure Kurt that everything would be okay because nothing would be okay. There was no one. It was back to the star. Back in the dark pit that Kurt had fallen into a lot earlier in time and pushed through with all his might, promising he would never fall back in again-at least not that deep. It was Blaine that had helped him through. Blaine was the reason he wanted to break through. It was Blaine that gave hope into Kurt's lifeless life. It was Blaine that had brought Kurt back to life. It was Blaine, all Blaine. And now he was gone. Gone with no possible way of reaching him.

It's been just over a week that Blaine had not showed up to work. Kurt couldn't help but blame himself. Nothing felt worse to Kurt. Nothing.

The only energy that remained was negative energy. There was no physical energy. Kurt could barely move. Being heartbroken felt like a stab to the heart and a continuous punch in the gut. The need to vomit was always lingering just at the back of the throat and the hurtful moments being pounded into the memory.

Kurt was completely submissive to his state of mind seeing it had always won and empowered over Kurt. Kurt had been alone with his conscience to realize by now that the state of mind is a funny thing. You just don't realize how empowering it can be till you're on your knees in mercy of your sanity. To be at the door of your sanity is freighting, let alone to let someone else stand side-by-side with you. To open the door is the next step, seeing what your mind really looks like from the inside. To allow someone else to see what really goes on in your head is a huge leap. It isn't only an open door to one's insanity and truth of who they are, it's a door which opens trust. To shatter the door is one of the most hurtful things to do which is what Blaine had exactly done.

Kurt was a writhing mess now. Inside and out. Nothing felt worse-or so he assumes as this empowering pressure had never been acquainted with him before.

Suddenly a sharp knock on the door popped Kurt's thinking bubble and brought him back to reality. One of the carer's that had held and restrained Kurt a few nights back because of his hallucination had barged in.

"I've been told to escort you out to the court-yard." The man said in his deep and husky voice.

"Why?" Kurt said with a croak due to his crying and throbbing throat from it.

"You've got a visitor." The man said and disappeared from the door frame and out into the hallway.

A visitor.
A visitor.

Kurt never got visitors. Never. Who possibly wanted to see him? It obviously couldn't be Blaine. Taking that he hadn't been coming to work and his office hasn't been unlocked allowed Kurt to gather very clearly that Blaine had quit. Blaine had quit his job because of Kurt. Once again, everything was Kurt's fault.

Kurt found himself in the court-yard not too long after. Still, no one was there-most likely going through security checks. For a building that claims a lot to not being a jail sure as hell seems like it as Kurt thought of the visiting process and looking at the tall barbed wire.

There are minor asylums that know what they're doing and call themselves institutions and then there's those like Florance Zachurr Asylum who pretend to know what they're doing, get paid a heap of money by the government, avoid all patients, and god forbid to actually do their jobs. Arriving in Florance Zachurr had been equal to arriving at the gates of death because the moment you step in you are lifeless. Your body remains though your soul is long gone. Night becomes no different to day as the monsters we had feared living in the shadows at night still remained as the sun rose. There was no escaping this. No escaping judgment.

Kurt looked around the court-yard. He was the only one. The others had probably realized there was no purpose to sit out doors as there is nothing more beyond this point for them. This was it. It was a small yard , certain patches with overgrown grass and rusty furniture be dazzling the yard.

Suddenly, "Kurt?"

Kurt turned his head around.

No.

It couldn't be.

It's been almost three years...

...Dad.

"Uh...Hi." Was all Kurt could say. What was he doing here?

"Mind if I take a seat, kiddo?" Burt asked, Kurt just nodded as Burt took a seat on the rusty metal bench across from the rusty table. "How are things?"

"Um, they're fine..." Kurt didn't ask back nor did he care. He's been a ghost dangling the memories of everyone he once knew. That was it.

"Well, although you haven't asked back, things at home are actually going really good. It's not long till your friend Rachel-" Friend? What friend? Friendship has become a stranger to Kurt Hummel long ago "-graduates at that fancy school you also wanted to go to-" And there goes the memory of crushed dreams "-and Finn's-"

"I'm sorry, but why are you here?" Kurt couldn't help but ask.

"I'm sorry?" Burt responded.

"Why are you here?" Kurt repeated.

"Do I need an excuse to visit my son?" Burt asked.

"Yes. With you it's a yes." Kurt blurted out.

"I wanted to see you, kiddo-"

"No, that's not the reason. It's been nearly three years. Tell me the truth." Kurt demanded.

Burt let out a sigh. "We-Carol and I-went to go visit Carol's parents in the area and she demanded that I go visit you."

"I think you should leave." Kurt said quietly.

"No, kurt. I Don-"

"Leave. Now."

"Kurt-" Burt said, reaching a hand out to hold Kurt's which Kurt flinched away.

"Don't touch me. Just go. I don't feel comfortable seeing you anymore." Kurt pointed out. Those words were all it took to hurt Burt.

"Kurt, you were once my little boy." Burt said as he stood from his seat.

"When an adult takes their eyes off a youngster for too long the child runs on the road and they risk danger. That's exactly what happened, except I faced it. " Kurt said, looking down at a patch that may have been ash from a cigarette on the grass and completely avoiding Burt's eye contact. Burt went to go pat Kurt on the shoulder but then stopped mid-way.

Just like that, Burt left.

Soon seconds turned into minute and minutes turned into hours. It became the time for darkness' time to step within the spotlight and Kurt made his way back to his room after crossing the soulless corridors which consisted of off-white coloured paint.

The moment Kurt stepped into his dark room with only the moonlight shining in, the door behind him suddenly shut. Before Kurt could turn around to see what caused it a figure suddenly grabbed a hold of him and put a hand over his mouth. Kurt scream was stifled by the masculine palm. Kurt then kicked backwards, kicking the man in the groin and broke out of the hold as the man behind him double overed . He turned around and...

"...Blaine." Kurt said in almost a whisper.

And there it was, Blaine curled over from pain, looking up at Kurt with hurt eyes. Kurt could see past them. They weren't just hurtful eyes from the pain. No. There was pain written all over him and it had been a periodic chain.

A few beats more till Kurt had snapped out of his attraction haze and realized what just happened.

"What the hell were you doing?!" Kurt shouted.

Blaine quickly snapped up from his curled form and put his hand back on Kurt's mouth, "Shh." Blaine quickly let out.
Kurt pushed Blaine's arm away from him, "Don't touch me!" Kurt shouted in a loud whisper.

"Please, Kurt. You have to be quiet. I beg you, please?" Blaine whispered with such pleading eyes.

"What do you want?" Kurt asked, clearly annoyed.

"I wanted to see you." Blaine said.

"I've heard enough lies today. Tell me the truth." Kurt said.

"That is the truth." Blaine declared.

"I don't believe you."

"Why's that?" Blaine questioned.

"Because first you quit your job then-"

"Hold up, I didn't quit my job." Blaine said.

"You didn't?" Kurt asked, mentally beating himself up. "So it wasn't my fault?"

"No, never!" Blaine said, limping his way towards Kurt so they were just an inch away from each other's faces.

"Then explain where you've been." Kurt knew he sounded beyond demanding but he deserved an explanation after being left in the dark alone.

"They forced me to take at least a two-week holiday."

"They forced you?" Kurt asked in amusement and for the first time that week, Kurt chuckled slightly which was better than nothing. Blaine couldn't help but smile back, knowing that Kurt would have probably had a terrible week alone.

"Mhm. I told you, I'm a workaholic. They force me into breaks and holidays, otherwise I won't take them and after you, who can blame me for not wanting to?" Kurt blushed at Blaine's words. Blaine couldn't see because of the dark but he could tell.

"I couldn't stand being apart from you. I had to see you. I'm sorry for scaring you like that but sneaking in was the only way I could do it." Blaine said.

They stood there staring at each other for a little while longer till Kurt broke the silence, "Guess I kicked you pretty hard, huh?"

"Yeah, but I deserved it." Blaine admitted.

"Don't." Kurt said, referring to not beating himself up.

"Don't wha-oh!" Kurt cupped Blaine's crotch. Blaine hissed as it stung slightly but more so pleasure as the pain was soothing at every rub of Kurt's hand.

The two crashed their lips together, forceful and full of pure lust.

"Oh God, Blaine. I want you! I need you!" Kurt said in between kisses desperately. Kurt knew what he wanted. Blaine knew what Kurt wanted.

"Are you sure?" Blaine asked seriously as he broke the kiss. He knew this was a big step.

"Yes, I'm sure." Kurt said and smile at Blaine.

"Okay." Blaine responded smiling back at Kurt.