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Author's Note:

Ok, those reviews…I have no words, guys. I couldn't leave you for too long after reviews like those! I would be soulless if I did! Lol. Seriously, I remain touched by the kind words that you guys have been leaving. I'm seriously glad that we're 25 chapters in and I still have all of you guys here. It feels wonderful! I thank you all from the bottom of my heart. Words cannot describe how amazing you guys are. Much love to all of you! Abduction wouldn't be anything without you!

Without further adieu and 500 years of a love declaration, here's our much anticipated chapter 25! Hope you guys all enjoy and proceed to leave me your kind and beautiful words! =D

-Casey

Chapter 25. "What's Best For You"

I knew this would happen. I just knew it. If anyone found out they'd send me away. Well what did you expect? You mess everything up; you're damaged and you're figuring out that people don't want you NOW? Where the fuck have you been? It was all a matter of time before they wised up to your pathetic charade and caught you.

Blaine was lying on his bed staring at the white walls, the white ceiling…the white everything. Everything down to the scratchy, uncomfortable bedspread was white. Funny, for a mental health clinic you'd have thought that they would want to prevent people from losing their sanity. All of this white seemed like they were encouraging you to go mad and prove everyone right.

It had only been three days; three long, tedious days since he'd been sent away to live in this prison. OK, that might sound a little heavy for what it actually was, but Blaine was feeling particularly cynical about the whole situation and his mind, it was virtually the same thing. Columbus Behavioral Health Institute may as well have been his own personal prison.

He flipped over onto his side, hugging the pillow close to his chest pretending that it was Kurt that he was holding. Kurt…he couldn't believe how much he had hurt him. The look in Kurt's eyes before he was sent away; if hearts could literally shatter into a million tiny fragments, his did that day. But nothing could remotely compare to when Kurt had discovered him in the bathroom just one week ago. It was terrifying to think that it had only been a week ago that this had all been a secret; no one had known and everything was all right. Now everything was ruined, absolutely everything.

"Blaine sweetheart…what have you done?"

Oh God…he didn't lock the door; Kurt had found him. It felt as if a boulder had been slammed into his stomach, his legs felt like they couldn't hold his weight and all he could comprehend was the shame of what he was doing. How was he going to try to explain this? It was easy to lie to everyone else, but one look into Kurt's eyes and he wouldn't be able to get a single word out. It was a miracle that he could pretend to be OK around Kurt for so long but that was pretend, it hadn't been a complete outright lie, or was it?

"I'm so sorry, Kurt," Blaine whispered before relinquishing control of his limbs and falling to the floor. The only thing he could manage to do right then was crawl over to the toilet and vomit up all of the contents of his stomach. After the five minutes of dry heaving into the bowl did he finally have an ounce of courage to shamefully look into his boyfriend's eyes. Kurt had been kneeling beside him throughout the entire ordeal, rubbing his back as he vomited and whispering soothing words. How could Blaine possibly look him in the eyes now? What right did he have to do so? Why wouldn't Kurt just smack him and tell him what an awful and selfish person he was by committing the act that he'd been performing over the past few weeks?

Moments of silence passed between the couple. Kurt blinking back unshed tears whilst Blaine continued to kneel, gripping the sides of the toilet hard enough for his knuckles to turn white. He finally let go when he realized he was beginning to lose circulation and slumped to the floor. There was still blood dripping steadily from his arm where he had been slicing it open only moments before. It had steadily become a puddle before Kurt noticed the red staining the floor and immediately opened the cabinet for his first aid kit. Without saying a word, he began to tend to the freshly made cuts on Blaine's arm. He cleaned the blood away from the wounds, applied Neosporin once the bleeding had ceased and wrapped a fresh bandage around his arm. Once he had finished his task, he continued to hold Blaine's arm in his hands and only after a few more seconds of silence did he finally let out a heart wrenching sob.

'No, No, Kurt please don't cry. Don't cry, sweetheart.' Blaine pleaded with all of his might only coming to realize that he hadn't said any of it out loud. He just sat there still as a statue whilst Kurt cradled Blaine's arm in his chest and cried. Blaine couldn't say a word; he didn't deserve to. He had always promised to never hurt him and now he had. Kurt began to cough and his sobs were becoming quieter yet Blaine still didn't say a word. He did however reach out timidly with his other hand and stroked his fingers gently through Kurt's silky coifed hair; that initiated an immediate response. Kurt pulled Blaine into his arms and practically pulled him onto his lap. Still without any words said, Kurt just held Blaine's head to his chest and attempted to calm down.

Kurt's breathing became less erratic and slowed into normal even breaths. When Blaine noticed the change, he slowly climbed out of Kurt's lap and back to his spot in the middle of the floor.

"Why?"

Blaine hadn't expected Kurt to break the silence with a question, much less one as simple yet complicated as 'why'.

Blaine opened his mouth to stutter out an answer, but he didn't get that far. Kurt wasn't finished.

"You—you said you were getting better. I didn't believe you, I wanted to with all my heart, but I couldn't. It would have had to be a miracle that you could come back from all that you'd been through and just be you again. It was just too good…too good to be true."

Kurt shifted slightly so that he was looking at Blaine directly, forcing Blaine to stare into those eyes. Those beautiful eyes held the power to calm him, yet completely destroy him at the same time.

"In the back of mind I knew that I didn't believe you, but I was selfish, Blaine…selfish. I wanted my boyfriend back and when I saw that he supposedly was, I really tried not to question it. I just took this façade of yours and clung to it like reality was presenting me with a beautiful miracle. I chose to ignore it and keep telling myself that time was going to fix you, but I should have been able to have seen this. I don't know how I missed it-" Kurt finally trailed off with more tears sliding down his pale cheeks. It was surprising that after all he had cried in the past few months, his tear ducts still managed to produce more.

Blaine felt as though he had swallowed an entire bag of cotton, his throat was dry like he had been stuck in a desert without water for days. How on earth was he supposed to respond to this? He knew he had to, though. He had hurt Kurt enough. Not talking to him now would just be another thing to add onto his list of shame.

Blaine licked his lips softly, blinked at Kurt through his long eyelashes and took a deep breath.

"Kurt I—" Wonderful start, Blaine… "I-I'm not OK."

OK, that was hardly any better. How obvious was the statement 'I'm not OK?' According to Kurt, it had been pretty damn obvious; he just hadn't wanted to believe otherwise and truth be told, Blaine hadn't either. They both wanted to live the lie. By Kurt's silence, he assumed that he should say more.

"I wanted to be, I really did. I wanted so much to believe that everything could be fine. T-that I could just skip any kind of recovery and just deal with it. I believed that I was strong enough to be who I used to be, but I guess as we both can see, I'm not. I mean, I could see that in some aspects I was getting better. It's only—"

"Only?"

"I needed the control and I-I—" Blaine could feel the tears escaping his own eyes now. He felt nauseous again, but he knew if he tried to throw up again, nothing would come out. How does one throw up guilt anyway? "After all of this, I felt damaged. I could barely believe that you still wanted me after all of this and I just-I deserved it."

Kurt's face if it were even physically possible paled even more at Blaine's words. He stared at Blaine wide eyed, his lips pressed together in a thin line of disbelief. He shook his head slightly and let out a shaky breath.

"Blaine, after all you've been through, you truly believed that the one thing that you deserved was more pain?"

Blaine let his head fall as the tears continued to slide down his cheeks and drip into the puddle of blood that remained on the floor. Ashamed and broken, that's all he was now.

"I also needed the control," Blaine added with a sniff. "After all of the pain that I had already had, I had control over this. It—it felt good to have a say in how much it hurt…when it would stop. It was my decision, mine. No one had a say in how deep or how much blood, it was all in my control…I needed it and I deserved it."

Blaine squeezed his eyes shut at the memory. He'd never forget how destroyed Kurt looked when Blaine had told him why he had begun self harming. The disbelief and grief in his eyes would stay with him forever. After that, Kurt had immediately brought Blaine downstairs and called Burt despite Blaine pleading with him not to.

"Please don't, Kurt. I don't want this to get blown out of proportion."

Kurt looked back at Blaine as if he had been smacked in the face.

"Blown out of proportion? You're hurting yourself Blaine! Seeking my father's help is hardly blowing this out of proportion. I just don't know what else to do, sweetheart! I can't keep pretending you're all right when you're not. Honey, why can't you see that you need help?"

Burt had been out of town with Carole, hence why Blaine had been over in the first place. When he had received the phone call from Kurt, he had immediately placed one to Blaine's mother. That's when things had become even worse than they had been before. His mother instructed Kurt to keep Blaine there and not to allow him to leave by any means. Kurt had obliged with her request as she was on her way to get him. She didn't want him driving on his own after receiving the news that he had been self harming.

After a cup of tea and a lot of silence between the two boys, Mrs. Anderson arrived to retrieve her son. Blaine had left Kurt's house feeling empty. Everything was gone. The only feeling that he could fathom was dread. Having to go through all of this with Kurt was one thing, but having to go through it again with his parents was another. He didn't know how he was going to survive having to say everything again, he thought of his mother as he looked at her from the passenger seat of the car. She looked completely distraught and hadn't spoken a word to him; all he could see were the tears.

As one would imagine, his parents hadn't taken it well. His mom cried, his father tried to keep a poker face, but ultimately succumbed to what his mother had done nearly immediately. That really had Blaine on edge, his father never cried. He'd seen his father cry twice: once at his grandfather's funeral and once in the hospital after Sadie Hawkins. Mr. Anderson had been so afraid that he was going to lose his son after that first time, now here he was faced with it again.

"Blaine…we knew you were going through things, son but we never thought that you'd try to take your own life," Mr. Anderson stated trying to keep his tears in check but failing.

"I—I wasn't trying to take my own life!" Blaine tried to defend himself.

"Then why, baby? Why would you do this?" Mrs. Anderson stuttered through thick tears and gestured at Blaine's bandaged arm.

"I just needed-I liked the feeling of control. It was all in my hands and it was something-it was the only thing I had a say in, mom!" Blaine screamed.

It was easy to say that things just continued on a steep downward spiral from there. It had hardly been a day before Blaine's mom had come into his room when he had been working on his homework and announced that they'd be sending him to this clinic. Of course, Blaine had protested, but his parent's minds were made up. He was going to the clinic regardless of what he said. They insisted that he needed help and this was the best place to receive it.

Three days ago: the day that he was admitted into the facility. It seemed like an eternity ago; the days spent confined within these walls never seemed liked they passed at all. One hour felt like one day and one day felt like 4. The hours ticked away as if this was that form of hell when you were stuck waiting in an eternally long line and when you finally get to the front, you're stuck right at the end again. On that day, he hadn't been remotely prepared to be sent to the facility, how could one ever be prepared for that?

"Please, mom! Dad! Please! Don't make me go!" Blaine cried, clinging onto his comforter for dear life.

His parents were attempting to get him to get up and get into the shuttle the clinic had sent on his own, but he wouldn't budge from his bed. Whenever his mother attempted to pull his hand away from the comfort of the blankets, he would cling that much harder. Neither one of them wanted to be forceful with Blaine. He had already been through enough, they didn't want to make anything worse, plus they couldn't find it in their hearts to grab their son and drag him down to the awaiting vehicle.

"If you think I've truly been through enough, why are you doing this to me?" Blaine cried at his parents accusingly.

"Honey, we're not trying to hurt you, we're trying to help you!" Mrs. Anderson cried back in desperation.

"You can help me by not sending me away!"

"Blaine, we're not sending you away. We're getting you the help you need, son. This clinic is the best in the state and they can provide you with the care that you need. Don't you see we're just trying to do the best for you?" Mr. Anderson inquired equally as desperate.

"I don't need a clinic! I need just about everything but that!"

Mr. and Mrs. Anderson each shared a look and before they could say another word, the doorbell rang, which Mr. Anderson went off to attend to.

"You're going to send the clinic people up here, aren't you? You're going to let them drag me into their car instead of you, aren't you?" Blaine asked in a whisper sounding truly defeated.

"No, honey. We're hoping that we can convince you to get up and go on your own. Your father and I are really trying to do what's best for you."

"What's best for me is staying here with people I know."

Mrs. Anderson shook her head at her son sadly. "You say that, Blaine, but you lied to me, to everyone. You charmed your way into having me take you out of therapy and you insisted that things were getting better. I know my Blaine; I thought I could always trust him. I hadn't even considered that you might be putting on an act as a means of coping. You've always been a talented actor, sweetheart. I just know that if we let you stay home things will gradually get worse and you need help now, not later. In fact, this is probably what we should have done at the very beginning. We've put it off for far too long."

Blaine opened his mouth to argue, but his breath caught in his throat when he saw that his father had returned with someone: Kurt.

"Kurt!" Blaine cried out desperately. "Please, tell them that I don't need to go, please."

Kurt looked broken up. It had been evident that he had cried on the drive over. His eyes were red and puffy and his skin was tinted a faint pink. He took a few cautious steps into the room and knelt by Blaine's bedside. He reached out and managed to pry one of Blaine's hands from the bedspread and held it in his own.

"You're here to save me, right? You won't let them send me away will you? You want me, right Kurt? You still want me…don't you?"

Kurt closed his eyes as tears began to fall.

"Please Kurt…you-you won't let them-"

"You have to go, Blaine."

Blaine felt his heart fall. Kurt wanted him gone, too; everyone did. He had no one left that wanted him anymore and he should have been prepared for this. He had believed that no one wanted him in the first place so why was it coming off as a surprise now? Still, Blaine couldn't stop his own tears from falling when Kurt admitted it. He felt so unwanted and his heart couldn't handle it.

"I-I should have expected this. I understand why no one wants me anymore, I do. I guess the clinic is the only place for me now-" Blaine responded, slowly attempting to get up as he resigned himself to his fate, but Kurt's grip on his hand grew tighter, causing Blaine to look up at Kurt who looked back at him with shock.

"You think that your parents are sending you to a clinic because they don't want you?"

Blaine just nodded.

"Sweetheart, that's ridiculous! They're trying to get you some help. You need help, Blaine. The fact that you can't see it makes it even more evident. I'm not stopping them because I know that it's what you need and because I love you. We all do and we don't want to see you hurt anymore. Please honey, understand that we all just want what's best for you."

"What's best for me is you. Don't let them take me away from you, Kurt." Blaine sobbed as his eyes began to fill with tears of fright. He couldn't go away; he couldn't let a bunch of strangers take him to god knows where and be surrounded by god knows who.

"No one's taking you away from me, Blaine," Kurt assured, rubbing his thumb over Blaine's hand softly. "You're going somewhere where people-professionals can help you get better. We can't—I can't do that for you no matter how much I wish I could, sweetie."

"I just need you," Blaine insisted.

"I need you too, honey. Most importantly, I need you to be better. I know that you can recover from all of this, but only if you let everyone help you. If you won't go for yourself, please go for me."

Blaine stared at Kurt, eyes still filled to the brim with tears.

"I'm scared. I don't want to go, Kurt."

"It's OK to be scared and I know you don't want to, but you have to, Blaine. If it helps, I'll be waiting for you when you come home."

"When will I get to come home?"

"It all depends on you, sweetheart. It's not something that has a time limit. I don't want you to focus on that; focus on getting better."

A gentle knock sounded on the door making everyone turn their attention to the cause of the disturbance. A man in a dark colored suit with a logo in the top left hand corner of his shirt that read CBHI stood at the doorway awkwardly.

"Sorry, we're just on a bit of a time crunch and need to pick up another patient before we get to Columbus. Do you need um-assistance?"

Mrs. Anderson shook her head at the question that Blaine had no trouble catching on to. The man was asking if they needed to come up here and take him by force. He clung to the comforter even harder with the hand that wasn't being held in Kurt's.

"That won't be necessary," Mrs. Anderson insisted a little sharply at the thought of the men coming up here and dragging her baby against his will down to the shuttle like some kind of criminal. "Just give us a few more minutes."

The man nodded his affirmation and headed back downstairs to the awaiting vehicle.

Blaine's breathing picked up in speed at the realization that he had only a few minutes left and without warning, he gave up clinging to the blanket and clung fully to Kurt instead.

"I can't! I can't go, Kurt! I won't! Please, please, please!" Blaine began to cry into Kurt's shirt.

"Shhh, baby, please, you have to go. If it makes it easier, I'll go now and you—"

"No! Don't leave!"

"OK, I won't leave…but only if you get into the shuttle, Blaine."

Blaine looked up from Kurt's shirt with eyes that could only be described as one of a kicked puppy. He sat upright on the bed and rubbed the tears away from his eyes with the back of his hand. To Kurt it was extremely odd at seeing Blaine this way. His boyfriend who once held himself proudly and confidently now resembled that of a small child; it shook Kurt in a horrible way. Despite that, Kurt smiled in reassurance and grabbed for Blaine's hand again.

"Remember, we aren't making you go because we don't want you. We're getting you help because we love you. Can we get you ready to go now?"

Blaine closed his eyes as more tears spilled gently from them as he nodded slowly. He was so scared, but there was no way out of this for him. He had to go whether he wanted to or not. It's what his parents wanted...it's what Kurt wanted. He had to obey that command even if it killed him. They finally managed to collect a few last minute belongings before the family headed downstairs. Mr. Anderson carried the suitcase down with Mrs. Anderson right behind him. Behind them, Kurt guided Blaine down the stairs with his hand clasped firmly clasped in his.

Once they arrived outside, Blaine finally caught sight of the shuttle and tensed up immediately. Kurt sensed the shift and brought Blaine's hand up to his lips and kissed it gently.

"I don't want to go," Blaine whispered under his breath a multitude of times as they began to load his suitcase into the shuttle.

"I'll be waiting for you, sweetheart," Kurt whispered in his ear as he placed a soft kiss on his lips and wiped a descending tear from his cheek.

Kurt let Blaine go so that his father could give him a hug as they said their goodbyes.

"I love you son, so very much. I promise that we're doing this only because we love you. They'll help you, Blaine, I promise. We'll see you soon, OK?"

Blaine nodded slightly with a sniff as he turned around to say goodbye to his mother. This was when Blaine's silent tears became full on hysteria as he ran into his mother's arms. It was going to take a lot of effort to get him to let go.

"You'll be OK, sweetie," She reassured as she held her son tightly. "I promise. I'm going to miss you so much, but we'll see each other again very soon. I love you so much, baby."

Kurt assisted in prying Blaine away from his mother and finally get Blaine into the vehicle and buckled in. The fearful look in his eyes was enough to break everyone's hearts. The man who appeared to be the driver came around and spoke with Mr. Anderson. It appeared that no personal items were permitted at the institute and that all of Blaine's personal needs would be provided for. Mr. Anderson looked a bit uncomfortable with the information, but he seemed to understand as he shot an apologetic look at Blaine. There was nothing too special in the suitcase, but Blaine would have liked to have at least had the picture of himself and Kurt from prom but, no such luck.

"We'll see you soon, sweetie. I love you," Mrs. Anderson called out, blowing Blaine a kiss as they shut the door of the shuttle. There were a couple of other teenagers in the vehicle, on was a girl looking just as fearful as he did and the other looked as if he was far off in his own world. This was going to be a really long drive.

The engine of the shuttle roared and Blaine glanced out the window one last time before the car began to move. Kurt was looking on as Blaine steadily disappeared from sight. Right before they turned the corner, he saw Kurt fall into his mother's awaiting arms.

It was truly a miracle that he still had one because for what seemed like the millionth time, his heart was broken.

Blaine felt a tear fall at the memory and clung onto his pillow tighter. He just wanted to go home. He hated it here; he wanted Kurt and he wanted his parents. But most of all, he wanted it all to be over. When would things finally get better? With that thought he let the tears fall freely and cried himself into an uneasy sleep inside the white walls of Columbus Behavioral Health Institute.

Man oh man! That was a long one! So please don't hate me, guys! It's seriously all in Blaine's best interest! He's finally getting help! I know it was heartbreaking…but…he's getting help, right? *Hopeful look*

Anyways, I really, really, really hope you guys liked this chapter. =D I seriously couldn't stop writing it. Next chapter we'll be hearing more about Blaine's arrival at the Institute and maybe some of Kurt's thoughts and such, I know, I can't wait either! ;D

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-Casey