Sorry about the delay in updates. We've been having some problems at work and I've been picking up the slack leaving me little time to write. Don't worry I wont leave this story unfinished and I'm hoping to get some regular updates going soon enough.

Anyways, Thank you, thank you, thank you for all the lovely reviews. I'm glad people are liking the story. And happy scream Glee is almost back on TV and I'll have a ton of inspiration back! I can't wait!. Kurt talks a lot more in this chapter than any others. I'm hoping this is going to start a turning point for him.

Without further ado, to the story.

Disclaimer: I dont own Glee just the OC's. I also dont own 'The Lazy Song' thats by Bruno Mars.

"Are you settling into your new school?"

Kurt looked at the woman sitting across from him. Dr. Baumer, his therapist. Her blonde hair was up in a tight bun and she always wore a soft smile, as if to reassure him. He hated her. They met three times a week at first but when he started at Dalton it was now just once a week, after school on Monday's.

"Yes."

"Have you made any new friends?"

Kurt thought back to Zach and Blaine, even sometimes Nikel. They were always trying to catch him so they could talk him. It has been two weeks since he started at Dalton and he's managed to avoid them so far; he was starting into his third week at the school and hoping to continue that streak. He didn't want to talk. Not to them, not to his father, his friends and especially not the person sitting in front of him.

"No."

She sighed, "Kurt, we've talked about this. You need to start making friends, to open up to people. They won't hurt you, not everyone is out to hurt you. We've been meeting almost a month. I have to say I'm not seeing any improvements, Kurt. You show very little emotion on what happened to you. Crying can be very healing, but you're bottling it up. I don't want to have to refer you to a psychiatric ward."

"I don't remember what happened."

"But you are aware you were attacked."

His eyes narrowed in on her. He wasn't crazy. He just wanted to be left alone. Was that so hard to understand? He was fine.

"There's some physical evidence to give to that conclusion."

"Kurt…" She sighed, "Okay I'm going to ask about some of your so called physical evidence to an attack and you see if you can remember what happened, okay? Can you tell me where you think the concussion came from?"

…hoisted up by his shoulders and pinned him against a locker, his head bouncing off it roughly exploding with pain.

"Don't remember."

"The cracked ribs?"

The punch across the jaw brought him back to the floor and the kick to the ribs slid him a couple of feet. He heard more than felt the cracking of his ribs.

"No clue."

She closed her eyes for a moment, "Think hard, Kurt. The broken arm?"

With a laugh he came down hard on Kurt's arm with his foot, and a sickening crack was heard.

"Nothing."

She gave him a look like she didn't believe him, "The stab wound."

…pulled his hand away to dig into his pocket and then Kurt felt a pressure in his stomach. His fuzzy brain couldn't even comprehend what it was, but it was painful. More blood spilt from his mouth.

"A knife." She opened her mouth to say something, but he cut her off, "Time."

Dr. Baumer looked at her watch and sighed again, "So it is. Here's your assignment for the week. I want you to talk to at least one schoolmate a day. Have a conversation. When you come next week you'll tell me some of the conversations and we'll discuss it from there. Kurt, if you don't complete this assignment…I'm putting in the recommendation"

He got up and left without another word. He met his dad outside the room. He walked right past him and continued on towards the car leaving his dad to follow after he spoke to the therapist about his session and lack of progress.

"How'd it go?" He asked once they were situated in the car.

"I hate her."

"Kurt…"

"Nevermind."

"I…fine." Burt sighed; he didn't know how to talk to his son anymore. The littlest things would make him wince or stiffen and shut down completely.

They were quiet for most the ride. Finally, Burt glanced at his son as they approached the entrance to Dalton Academy and he knew he had to say something, "Maybe you should take her advice. I mean she went to school for this."

"She went to school to learn what she thinks is best for me?"

"That's not what I meant Kurt and you know it." He rubbed his hand over his forehead, "You're…hurting and maybe opening up will help. You don't even have to talk about what happened-"

"I don't remember what happened." He cut his dad off. His protest half-hearted.

Burt shot his son a dark look, "But you could have a conversation with someone about anything. You're, you're worrying me."

He stared at his dad, the worn expression on his face and he realized just how much this whole thing has affected him. He was causing his dad pain by being around; the attack should've just killed him. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Kurt knew that was the Sarafem talking, but he ignored it.

"I'm sorry I'm a bother." Before Burt could get a word in Kurt was out of the car and running into the main building. He leaned against a nearby pillar and closed his eyes, his breathing uneven. His ribs faintly throbbed. He stood there for awhile composing himself before taking a step forward…only to stumble back as he ran into someone.

He winced as he fell to the ground and then looked up at the person he crashed into. Two boys stood before him. The one he assumed he had hit was tall at least six feet with chin length Brown hair that was combed back and sharp brown eyes. He was broad like a football player. The other was shorter closer to Kurt's height with bright copper hair and pale green eyes.

"Sorry." Kurt breathed out; his body protested all over as he tried to stand back up.

"As you should be," The red head stated, looking at Kurt with disdain, "Watch where you're going."

He blinked shocked by the rude behavior of the boys before him. The Brunette held a superior look on his face.

"I said I was sorry."

The Brunette smirked, "Well since I'm feeling generous I'll forgive you this time. If it happens again, we'll have a problem." He took a step back and looked at Kurt, "You must be the new kid everybody's talking about."

"He doesn't look like much." The red head sniffed, "I expected more with the way Nicholas went about him. According to Brenden he needed scholarship help to even come here."

The Brunette actually sneered at that statement, "Just what we need in this school, more poor people. So much for a high class school. Just stay out of my way, Plebeian."

Kurt couldn't even talk, conjure up a sassy comment back to the stuck up boy before him. He just stared as they moved past him as if he was nothing and he couldn't say anything. Actually this is what he expected from the people around him. This was normal, he could deal with this.

"Hey!" Kurt's head whipped the right to see a very pissed off Nikel heading in his direction. Instinctually he curled into himself, bracing up against the pillar to make himself as small as possible. Nikel stalked past him and to the two boys who turned back around.

"Can I help you?" The Brunette snapped, raising an eyebrow at Nikel.

"Shove it, Gabby." He responded

"It's Gabriel, you uncouth waste of space."

"Now now Gabby you don't want the staff to hear you talk like that, I'm sure Daddy dearest wouldn't be pleased to find his son got expelled from such a prestigious school. Just think of his public image."

"Do you have a point?" The redhead asked, sounding bored.

"Apologized to Kurt for the exceptionally rude way you treated him, both of you."

"I will do no such thing."

"Have I ever told you that you are a brat, Jamie?"

"Frequently, thank you."

With that both boys turned and walked away. Nikel huffed and turned to Kurt, "Sorry, I didn't think I could get them to apologize but something seriously needed to be said. Are you okay?"

"Yeah."

"Just ignore them. The proper Gabriel Michael Johnston the third is a heinous creature who thinks he owns the world and everybody should bow down before him. The little shit next to him is James Samuel Kattalakis, a personal thorn in my side for years. Thankfully they both room in Maxstoke Dorms."

"Kattalakis?"

"Yeah, he's my cousin as much as I hate to admit it." He frowned.

"Nikel's frowning, that's worrisome." Both boys looked towards the steps to see Blaine walking down them.

"Oh shut up. Kurt just had his first encounter with the ass twins."

"You and Zach really need to come up with a better name for them."

Nikel stuck out his tongue, "Whatever, now if you don't mind I have a meeting with the Dean and Damien." He pulled a face, "Just kill me now. Bye Kurt, don't tell the two idiots get to you."

Blaine and Kurt watched their RA walk away before Blaine looked at Kurt with a smile, "Come on, I'll walk with you back to the dorms."

Nodding a thanks he fell in step with him. As they weaved through the halls of Dalton Academy Blaine looked at his companion.

"You know we've missed you this past week." Blaine wouldn't meet Kurt's eye when he said this. He's only spoken to the new kid a few times but he couldn't help but feel a connection even if he wasn't exactly sure why. Plus he was pretty cute.

Kurt raised an eyebrow, "I highly doubt that, you barely know me."

"So? We want to get to know you and it's hard when you're running from us." More like I want to get to know you Blaine thought withholding a sigh.

"Maybe you should take that as a warning."

"I've never been good at heeding warnings."

Kurt side glanced the attractive boy next to him and tried to squish down the feeling to blush. This was ridiculous. He so didn't need to start crushing on this boy. He was trying to be nice and didn't need the weird gay kid panting after him.

"We don't need to worry about you trying to cop a peek at our junk in the shower. Trying to turn all us normal boys into fags like you. Now we'll make sure of it."

He shuddered at the memory.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah." They were almost to the dorms, "I just had a strange thought."

"You know I think this is the longest conversation I've ever had with you."

He opened the door to their dorm building and let Kurt walk through first. Together they headed upstairs towards Kurt's room. Kurt didn't know what to say to Blaine's comment. 'That's nice but it's not going to continue' just sounded too mean, so he stayed silent.

They heard music as they closed in on the room. Kurt hesitated at the door before carefully opening it. He quickly covered his eyes with his hands while Blaine just laughed.

Zach was jumping around on his bed with his hair all over the place like he just woke up. That wasn't the bad part; the problem was he was only in a pair of plaid boxers and white socks with sunglasses on. He was strumming a guitar while singing.

"No, I ain't gonna comb my hair
'Cause I ain't going anywhere
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, oh

I'll just strut in my birthday suit
And let everything hang loose
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-eah

Oh
Today I don't feel like doing anything
I just wanna lay in my bed
Don't feel like picking up my phone
So leave a message at the tone
'Cause today I swear I'm not doing anything"

"Ahem!" Kurt coughed, causing Zach to stop. They stared at each other, Kurt beet red while Zach looked completely unfazed at being caught in his underwear.

"So…you want to join?" Zach finally asked, starting to look uncomfortable at the silence.

"No." Kurt stuttered out before running to their attached bathroom and slamming the door.

Zach looked at Blaine frowning, "What did I do?"

Blaine just shrugged. He was used to Zach's odd antics. After all it was just last year when he was new that he was honored enough to witness Zach singing 'I'm too sexy' while doing a very interesting strip tease in the middle of the dorms common room. Nothing surprised him anymore.

"I'll go talk to him, just…put some clothes on."

"But it's my room too!"

"Zach."

"Fine." He grumbled half heartedly, going to his dress. With that done, Blaine went to the bathroom door and knocked quietly.

"Kurt, its Blaine. Can I come in?"

"No. I'm fine."

"You just bolted into the bathroom and locked yourself in."

"…I really had to go?"

Zach broke out laughing, coming up behind Blaine.

"I'm dressed if you want to come out now. I promise. I'm going to guess you have no brothers. I'm have three so seeing guys in their boxers is pretty normal to me."

Kurt slide down to sit on the floor against the door. His face was still beet red, "I have a step brother but I only shared a house with him for a month." The rest of the time I was in the hospital he thought sullenly.

Zach –though Kurt couldn't see him- put his hand over his heart and gasped, "Did he just give us some information about himself? My heart just stopped."

Kurt stood up and opened the door with an eyebrow raised. Zach stood there with a huge grin on his face and Blaine just looked concerned.

"Hey!" Zach said defensively, "Don't give me that look, roomie. The only thing I know about you is that you don't own a DS and now that you have a step brother. I call that progress."

Progress. Kurt frowned at the word. He didn't want to make progress.

The concerned look didn't leave Blaine's face as Kurt moved past them to go collapse on his bed. It was only about six in the evening, but after school and his therapy session all Kurt wanted to do was sleep. He had to figure out a way to make them leave. It was almost time for his pills.

"Fine then, don't answer." Zach stuck his tongue out in Kurt's direction, "If you'll gents excuse me I'll be in the common area playing the most epic game of Mario Party you've ever witnessed."

With that he headed out the door. After a moment's hesitation, Blaine went and sat on the edge of Kurt's bed by his head. He looked at the pictures that were on Kurt's nightstand.

"Who's in these pictures?"

Kurt looked up from his pillow to see what Blaine was looking at, "Uh the first one is a picture of my best friend Mercedes and me. The second one is a group of my friends from my old school. The third is my dad, step mom, step brother and me. The forth is my dad, mom and me when I was five. The last is Brittany and me." He shrugged.

"Is she your girlfriend?"

Kurt bit his lip unsure how to answer for a second before going with the truth…well what was mostly true.

"Ex-girlfriend but we're really close."

Before Blaine could say anything, Kurt's phone went off. He stood up as Kurt reached to grab it.

"I guess I'll head out. See you later, Kurt."

Kurt nodded, putting the phone to his ear to answer.

Just as Blaine started to shut the door he heard Kurt answer, sounding just a little happier than he has since Blaine's known him, "Brittany? What's wrong, Boo?"

Blaine sighed, heading down the hallway.

Poor Blaine. Well drop a review and tell me what you think.