Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or any of its characters. Those would be the property of Ryan Murphy, Fox and so on and so forth.

Author's Note:

Howdy everyone! Once again, I do apologize profusely for my late, late, late start on an update here, but I definitely was prepping to go on a trip at the time of my last update, then I went on said trip and have now just been working non-stop.

The trip in which I speak were the best 2 days of my freaking life. Not only did I go to see Darren Criss's Live Acoustic Performance at the House of Blues in Los Angeles, but the next day I met Team Starkid (Please tell me that you all know who they are, readers!) and after meeting them, I watched them perform Apocalyptour from the FRONT ROW. No words. I was literally 2 feet from them and Darren...words CANNOT express, my readers...no words.

Anyway, with all my flailing aside, I think everyone's just about ready for Chapter 27, wouldn't you say? Man, this story has gone on so much longer than I had initially intended and that is definitely a big thanks to all of you guys. This story would've ended at like chapter 2 if it hadn't have been for you! I am so happy that you guys have taken on this wild roller coaster ride of a story and stuck by it. It means the world, it truly does. Ok, if you guys want me to shut the hell up and get on with chapter 27, please say, "Aye" *Chorus of "ayes" are shouted* Ok, ok, here it is, guys! CHAPTER 27!

- Casey

Chapter 27. "Apologies"

Blaine just kept screaming and shouting. Before any of this had happened, he would have been appalled at his behavior, but due to the circumstances, he felt entirely justified in screaming like a five year old. He didn't listen to any form of sense or reason that was attempting to be forced upon him and why should he have to? After minutes of Dr. K attempting to console him, he realized that his efforts were proving fruitless and was no longer alone now. After seeing that he wasn't getting anywhere with calming Blaine on his own, he had retreated to his phone and called up some medics for assistance.

"Blaine, son! We need you to calm down and speak to us. Tell us what's wrong," Dr. K tried to get in through Blaine's screams.

Blaine felt his helplessness and anger boil. He wanted him to tell him what was wrong? If it was an explanation he wanted, Blaine would give him one that he would never forget. It would serve the older man right anyway. How dare he agree to take on Blaine as a patient, just who did he think he was? How on earth did he think he could agree to this arrangement and manage to help Blaine in any way? Or was it some added torture that he and Dave had come up with? Since Dave was no longer free to dish out the torture himself, he'd just have his father do it instead?

"You want me to tell you what's wrong?" Blaine laughed. "You want me to talk to you rationally about what he did to me? You really want me to talk to you about how your son tortured me? About how he kept me a prisoner in your house? You want to hear about how he beat me? Oh, but I'm sure you want to hear about how he would take me over his knee when I wouldn't tell him that I loved him...oh, and of course you'd just love to hear the story of how he r-r-r-rap..."

Blaine couldn't finish the sentence, but he didn't have to. The expression in Dr. K's eyes was enough as realization dawned on him. His eyes swam in a sea of shock before they were overcome with anger.

"No, they wouldn't-how could they have-" He stammered.

Blaine was astonished to see the look of genuine horror in the Doctor's eyes as he made the connection in his head as to who Blaine was. The man looked almost sick with the discovery. Looking at him now, there was no way he could have known this. He felt tears begin to creep down his face as he tried to breathe, but it was growing impossible. How could something like this happen? It had to be some form of sick joke because these things just don't happen. Of all the medical centers he could have been sent to, he was sent here and out of all of the doctors he could have had, it just happened to be Paul Karofsky. He knew the world was a small, but it seriously couldn't be this small. Dr. K really had no prior idea as to who Blaine was before he came into the room and with that being the case, he wasn't alone in this feeling of utter betrayal towards the hospital.

Dr. K held his fingers to the bridge of his nose in an attempt to calm his frustration. How could this mix-up have happened? It quickly dawned on him that his presence in the room wasn't helping as Blaine began to hyperventilate as he took in all these new founded details. The doctor looked towards one of the medics and made a motion that Blaine didn't see and in a matter of seconds, a medic was descending upon him preparing a syringe. His eyes widened with fear as he felt his heart rate quicken even further while he struggled to regulate his breathing.

"No," Blaine whispered, his voice fatigued from the abuse his screaming had caused. "I d-don't need that. I'll calm down, I swear. Just please-"

The medic didn't look convinced as he continued to prepare the syringe. Blaine just kept shaking his head and attempting to crawl away from the offending instrument.

"Please...please...please," He kept repeating as he crawled further and further away.

His breathing was becoming more level, but the fear remained constant. The medic closed the distance between them and knelt down to Blaine's level. He motioned to the second medic to hand him the cotton swab that had been prepared with rubbing alcohol. Despite what fight remained as Blaine struggled to get away, the medic was easily able to grab onto his arm and dab the cotton swab onto it, effectively cleaning the area. He grabbed for the syringe and lined it up with a vein as Blaine tearfully watched, his eyes fixated one the sharp piece of metal. Before the needle managed to pierce the skin, Blaine whimpered and promptly closed his eyes preparing for the sting.

But no sting ever came. He opened his eyes and saw that Dr. K now held the syringe and the medic too was looking up at the doctor in bewilderment.

"Sir?" The medic asked.

"Blaine," Dr. K began uncomfortably as he disassembled the syringe. "Would you be calm enough to talk for a moment? I realize this situation is immensely inappropriate, but if we can talk calmly for just a moment, I promise that we will get all of this sorted out and we will not sedate you."

Blaine took in the offer for a few minutes, not taking his eyes off of the syringe for a moment in case this was a trick to distract him. He gritted his teeth, took a deep breath and nodded his consent. He didn't want to talk to Dr. K at all, but honestly, he would take anything over the needle.

"Good," Dr. K breathed, as he handed the syringe back to the medic. "Would you, um-kindly take a seat in the chair for me?"

Blaine remained silent, but obliged. He wished that they would just put that damn syringe away already. He didn't like needles and the thought of being drugged terrified him. Why the hell did he get sent to this awful place? This institution supposed to 'help' him when all it had done was torture him thus far. He was frightened to think of what else they had up their sleeves. Maybe they'd come into his room tomorrow and inform him that Dave Karofsky was his incoming roommate. It wouldn't surprise him in the least; the torture just couldn't stop coming.

As soon as Blaine was seated, he couldn't help but notice the straps on the sides of the chair. He hadn't noticed them before, but now he was on the look out for any and all devices of torture. Dr. K must have noticed as he took his seat behind his desk and assured Blaine, "I won't be binding you to the chair, don't worry. I just want to talk for a moment."

The look on his face looked nearly as uncomfortable as Blaine's. What could be said in a situation like this? How was he expected to seek treatment from the man who had spawned his torturer? Was is even possible?

He gave Blaine a few more minutes to regulate his breathing and calm down to a reasonable state of shock before he spoke again.

"Blaine, I cannot begin to apologize for this mix-up. The situation we currently find ourselves in is never common practice. It was a mess up in paperwork that I assure you will be righted. I think it goes without saying that having me as your health care professional is not a possibility. Due to the mix-up here today, I'm going to suspend our therapy indefinitely until we can come up with another health care professional for your sessions. You have my word that I'm going to make this my top priority and have this situation fixed as quickly as possible."

Blaine just blinked at him. He couldn't find the right words to respond with. This was just so...fucked up. If he were more of a violent person, he would find the asshole who tends to the paperwork and kill him. Not only was this not fair to him to place him in the care of his attacker's father, but it was also massively unfair for the doctor. He must be having a hard time coming to terms with what his son had done and now right in front of him sat his son's victim. He had been made aware of everything Dave had done before he'd been incarcerated and here he was reliving it again along with Blaine.

"All right, well, with that said, I'll start sorting out this mess, I'll just have the medics escort you back to your quarters, I um-I apologize again, Blaine. I hope you can recover from everything that-" Paul trailed off, and didn't say another word before he buried his face in his paperwork.

Blaine was then led from the office and back down the hallway to his room. He hated it here, why couldn't they just let him go home? These people couldn't even file paperwork correctly. What drugs were his parents on when they thought it was a capital idea to send him to this torture chamber? CBHI, a place where you will be treated by the best! You'll be placed into the professional care of your torturer's father and when you freak out, they'll threaten to drug you with needles! Yep, ready to begin the healing process! Who couldn't heal after that? Blaine thought bitterly as they arrived to his doorway. The medics opened the door and were just about to put Blaine inside and lock the door behind him, but Nurse Leila hurried her way up behind them, her heels clacking against the polished tile loudly.

"I'll take it from here, gentlemen," She said sweetly before they managed to close the door. The medics nodded their approval and cleared out to allow the nurse to tend to Blaine. As soon as they were out of sight, she placed her hand gently on Blaine's shoulder and guided him out of the doorway of his room.

"I heard what happened, sweetheart and I'm sorry you had to go through that."

Blaine blinked at her wondering why she felt the need to apologize and why she had stopped the medics from locking him up in his room. He was certain that he would never understand how this place worked.

"I think I'm supposed to be in my room, now," Blaine said, quietly gazing at the floor.

"Well, I suppose we could put you there, but you look like you need a bit of cheering up and I think I know what just might do that."

Blaine looked at her skeptically, but curiously. "H-how?"

"Well, it is a little unorthodox seeing as how your time with us has been very short, and the rules clearly state that no outside contact is permitted; however, I'm willing to bend the rules just this once due to the circumstances. How does a phone call to one of your loved ones back at home sound?"

That was by far the best thing Blaine had heard since he'd arrived at CBHI.

Kurt lay on his bed just staring at the ceiling. It had only been a few days, but he missed Blaine terribly. The fact that he couldn't even talk to Blaine was driving him crazy. The betrayed and terrified look in Blaine's eyes on the day that CBHI came for him just couldn't leave his mind. He hated siding with Blaine's parents on sending him to that clinic. Kurt never wanted that, but who was he to argue? Blaine wasn't getting any better, he was getting worse and Kurt wasn't his parents.

He grabbed a pillow and placed it over his head as he felt his heart break. One thing was for sure, nothing was going to get him out of that bed today, nothing. Any and all motivation "to be" today was whisked away just as quickly as Blaine had been. He only hoped that the clinic was treating Blaine well and knew how to provide him with the right care so that he could begin to heal. He deserved that much at least.

A knock sounded on Kurt's door driving him out of his thoughts.

"I'm not taking any visitors right now, please call again later," Kurt shouted up to the person on the other side of the door.

The door opened regardless of Kurt's statement, clearly annoying Kurt as he sat up fully prepared to start bitching out the person who had ignored his request.

"Sorry to disrespect your wishes, buddy, but you left your phone upstairs and I think you're going to want to take this call," Burt announced, holding the cell phone in question out to his son.

"Who is it? I don't want to talk to anyone, dad," Kurt replied, ignoring the phone offered to him by lying back down and was just beginning to place the pillow back over his face when he heard his father's next statement.

"Even if that someone is Blaine?"

Kurt sat up so fast he was surprised that he didn't have a head rush or whiplash. The smile on his face was that of a child who just had opened up their favorite toy on Christmas. Just hearing Blaine's voice might be enough to get him out of this funk that he was in. Not knowing how Blaine was coping had been killing him, so he took the phone from his father eagerly and held it like it was his lifeline.

"Blaine, honey?"

He was met with silence. Was this some kind of trick? He glanced up at his father in confusion; he wouldn't be that cruel as to say Blaine was on the phone when he wasn't. Kurt was just about to try again before Blaine's voice spoke up quietly. The voice broke Kurt's heart even more than he thought possible. His hope to hear any optimism in Blaine's voice was crushed. He hadn't known what he'd been expecting, but he'd hoped that it would be the opposite of what he heard now. He had heard Blaine sound scared these past few months, but he'd never heard Blaine sound like this.

"Kurt...Kurt, I-I hate it here, Kurt..."

Aww man, I'm such a jerk to leave you all hanging here, but I'm ridiculously tired and desperately need to get to bed. I didn't want to write a short chapter cuz that's not how I roll, but I also really wanted to get something up for you guys to assure you that I haven't abandoned you. I assure you that I will have a longer and better Chapter 28 posted this week. I have a 3 day weekend coming my way!

Anyways, sorry to leave you like right when Kurt and Blaine are being reunited via phone, but that'll give you guys something to look forward to by the next update! Once again, I'm sorry it was kind of dull, but we'll get more stuff moving when I'm a little more awake to write. I seriously hate the fact that it was so short. =( But because of that, we'll definitely have a bigger and better chapter to make up for it this week. Reviews would definitely be appreciated as always. They are what feeds my writing soul. Look forward to hearing from you guys!

-Casey