If writer's block were a person I'd punch them in the face.
"My dad visited." Kurt suddenly said, starring blankly into nothing as Blaine was in the process of placing a cup of orange juice-which is considered as a luxury for the patients- which Blaine had snuck from the kitchen, to Kurt's bedside table, accidentally spilling it as he was startled by Kurt's voice.
"Oh, shit," Blaine said, shaking the juice off his hands and wiping it on his white pants, creating messy orange blobs. "What did you say, baby?"
"I saw my dad. Today. He came. He visited. I hadn't seen him for three years before that." Kurt choked, beginning to slightly cry again, still starring off into nothing.
"Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere. I'll never leave." Blaine repeatedly said before the night faded out.
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Cloudy sky with no trace of the sun, the colour Grey swirling, mimicking Blaine's stomach. His instinct was telling him that there was something wrong and just to Blaine's luck, there was; crowd of cop cars, police force, institutional protectors, his higher boss, and, just to top it all off, Quinn Fabray, some how looking more human than ever by her crocodile tears. Blaine grunted in frustration at the sight and continued driving in, pulling into his reserved parking.
To Blaine's immediate assumption he had thought that someone had passed, seeing as that was the only reason cops would ever come, to investigate the cause. It had must of been a fresh death seeing as the ambulance hadn't arrived yet.
Blaine made his way out of his car, hugging around his long coat to prevent the cold wind getting in. The moment he stepped out of his car all eyes were on him. "Who was it?" Blaine asked out in the open, waiting for anyone to answer.
"Kurt." Quinn said darkly, knowing what Blaine had assumed and finding the pleasure in his pain.
Blaine felt his heart sink and knees failing to hold him up, despite knowing what was really going on.
"You mean-he-" Blaine cut himself off with a deep swallow, unable to speak anymore, tears becoming too hard to hold back.
"Sir, I'm going to need you t step aside and remove your coat. We're going to have to examine you." One officer had said, Blaine holding a hand up to shush him, well aware of being rude.
"What do you mean it was Kurt?" Blaine said sternly, staring directly into Quinn's eyes, seeing that it was impossible for Quinn to have this much pleasure if Kurt had actually died, catching on to the real situation, knowing that it's much worse.
"Sir, we're going to need you to cooperate so there won't be any trouble-"
Blaine stepped closure to Quinn, staring at her darkly, knowing that because of her this may be the beginning of a nightmare Blaine had never wanted to encounter. "Tell me you didn't do it." He said firmly.
Quinn looked into Blaine's eyes, regretting almost everything as she was frightened at this stage. He looked at her so darkly with so much hate. His clenched jaw indicating he will get violent. "I-uh-" she stuttered.
"Tell me!" He yelled, making her tear up from fear. His tone was beyond hateful.
"Sir, get away from the woman." Another officer had said warningly.
"Woman is not what I'd call this bitch." Blaine replied, still staring down into Quinn's eyes. "How dare you." He growled to Quinn.
"Sir-"
"Are you happy now?" Blaine said. Quinn was gaping like a fish out of water, not sure how to respond, feeling so belittled under Blaine's hateful gaze. "Tell me-!"
"Blaine-" His boss had warned.
"Are you happy now?!" Blaine shouted, voice much deeper than before. At that moment a police officer grabbed at one of Blaine's hand which, by reflex and in the heat of anger, Blaine had swung around and punched the officer directly in the left eye. Blaine stared at the officer who was now cupping his face as he himself was panting. Once realization of what just occurred hit him, he began to run inside the building in attempt to find Kurt. Officers running after him immediately.
"Kurt!" Blaine screamed, running down the final hallway to his room. He finally reached Kurt's door and-
Empty.
It was completely empty.
He was gone, they moved him to a different asylum. Blaine was never going to see Kurt- his Kurt- again.
He couldn't beathe, panting for the air he couldn't keep hold off.
"There!" an officer shouted, and before he knew it he was being tackled to the ground. He gave up trying to look like a strong man infront of people he didn't give a fuck about and just let go, began hoarsely shouting for Kurt and crying.
As the officer faced Blaine's face to the ground and began handcuffing him, Quinn appeared in eye sight. Blaine growled deep in his throat and began shouting as they attempted to pull him to his feet and drag him away. "You fucking bitch! I hope you're proud of the fucking catastrophe you caused. You couldn't stand to see me happy for one second. You ruined everything you fucking psychopathic bitch."
They tugged harder at Blaine's wrists, attempting to drag him along. "You can take me anywhere, I don't care, because that fucken whore took the very last of me away." Blaine said.
"I'm the whore? I'm not the one who rubbed off against the minor-mind patient! It's called your hand, Anderson!" Quinn fought back.
"Don't you fucken dare say that about Kurt again!" was the last thing Blaine had said before being completely dragged out. Quinn was shaking and instantly broke into tears from the fear that had built up dramatically towards Blaine within the past half-an-hour.
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"[There's] several charges against you, Mr Anderson." The judge had announced, reading through the files which were just handed to him. "(1) Sexual assault and intended rape-" Blaine's fists tightened and he cringed at the word 'rape'. He'd never do that to anyone, especially Kurt. "-towards a patient who is incapable of-"
"Don't-" Blaine began to say, defending all false information they had towards Kurt but being cut off by the Judge's gavel being slammed.
"I beg your pardon, Mr Anderson. This is a very serious case. My patience is already wearing thin today, don't push me. Is that understood?" Blaine rolled his eyes and gave a half-nod in response.
"(2) Physical assault towards an unarmed police officer-" Now that was bullshit "-(3) hostile behavior and verbally threatening a co-worker in which case you had labeled her as-" The judge flicks through the file, going back to the evidence page. "-a 'psychopathic bitch'"
Silence.
Blaine knew the next few minutes were going to be a huge slap in the face.
"Mr Anderson, are you a one man representing yourself or do you have a lawyer?"
"Myself." Blaine had replied. He knew this wasn't going to end the way he had intended it-but definitely the way Ms. Fabray wanted it to [end].
"Oh dear," The judge mumbled under his breath. "Well I suggest you find one, Mr. Anderson." The judge said, slamming his gavel for almost no reason at all. "Till further notice you will be imprisoned at Westerville jail, secured by medium security and your medical license will be suspended." The judge finalized. Blaine let his head drop in defeat. He knew it was coming.
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Kurt had no idea where he was. Without a word or a beat to skip they had simply packed what little he had and put him in one of the asylum-owned cars, driving him to a new asylum. The drive was far too long to keep Kurt from having a panic attack- something he was very well acquainted to within long car was scared-terrified. Why were they taking him away? Where was Blaine? Does he know about this?
Kurt just sat in the corner of his new room and cried, not knowing what to do. He didn't know what was happening. He missed Blaine. Blaine told him he'd never leave.
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Blaine could easily say now that orange was not his colour. Kurt would've agreed. At least not this shade.
"Excuse me, can I make my phone call now?" Blaine questioned a passing officer from his cell. He may not have been there when Kurt was taken away but he has worked at Florance Zachurr Asylum long enough to know where they send their patients off to.
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"Kurt Hummel? I'm officer Jones and before we go any further I'm going to have to ask you a few questions." Officer Jones had introduced when she entered Kurt's room, Kurt hiding away in the corner like a frightened puppy. At Officer Jones' gentle tone Kurt figured she was a woman to trust and slowly found himself on his feet.
"Good," She smiled when Kurt stood up. "Now, lets begin."
Uncomfortable was an understatement. They had questioned his and Blaine's relationship; from what they spoke about to their sex life. It was awful. And that's when Kurt began to fear he'd never see Blaine. Once Officer Jones left Kurt began to breathe heavily, adrenaline rushing and crying out. Though this crying out was building up far more hostile than his hallucinations and for no apparent reason at all, it stopped. Kurt had no idea what had just occurred. At that confusion, there was a knock at the door, snapping Kurt out of his mindless questioning.
"Kurt Hummel? There's a phone call for you." A male voice had announced.
Kurt shakily picked up the phone, confused on who it may be. The moment he had put it to his ear he had obliviously breathed heavily into the speaker end, signaling to the caller that he was on the other line.
"Kurt, I'm going to come and find you." The deep, dark toned, voice had said before he hung up almost immediately.
No doubt about it, Kurt knew it was Blaine, he couldn't help but grin at it. Blaine really wasn't going anywhere.
"What happened?" the supervisor questioned once he saw Kurt hang up the phone after almost immediately of picking it up.
"Nothing, there was no one on the line." Kurt lied.
"Would you like me to trace the number back, give them a call back?" The carer had offered.
"No, it's fine. I'm sure they'll...show up." Kurt grinned.