Abduction Chapter 28: Progress, a glee fanfic

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:

Hey guys, hello, hello. Sorry that I didn't get an update up last week. Work decided to screw me, as they usually like to do. But here I am, ready to bring you Chapter 28! Can you believe we're almost to 30 chapters? I am amazed by the dedication and kind words of all my readers and I am thankful that all of you have gotten us to almost 30 chapters! Anyways, I will shut up and bring you chapter 28! As always, love to read those reviews so keep them coming, guys! ^.^

Also, one more quick note: I may be working on a new story here soon and would love to see all of you there. It's something that I'm playing around with and am not sure if I want to create it yet, but there might be a new project in the works. Just keep your eyes out!

-Casey

Chapter 28. "Progress"

Blaine held the phone in his grip tightly as if it would disappear or as if Nurse Leila would take it from him at any given moment. Hearing Kurt's beautiful, angelic voice on the other end made the sinking feeling in his stomach ease up on its torment and he felt more at ease than he had in days. Kurt's voice was one of the only things in this world that could be Blaine's personal anesthetic. Just hearing his boyfriend's voice was more calming and soothing than that dreadful syringe could have ever been.

"Have they been treating you OK, honey?"

Blaine could hear the compassion in Kurt's voice even over the phone. He missed him more than words could even express and he would give practically anything to have Kurt here with him now. That was the point though, wasn't it? Send him away so that he could heal by himself without placing additional burden on Kurt. He supposed they were right in thinking that he needed to heal on his own, but that didn't mean he had to like it any. Blaine swallowed thickly and tried to find the right words. It's not that they were treating him badly per se, it was just not the place for him. People who legitimately wanted to end their lives belonged here, not Blaine. Plus, the shock of finding out that Dave's father was his doctor hadn't helped matters any.

"It's-well, it's just not the place for me, Kurt. I don't belong here."

"How do you mean?"

"Well I-" Blaine didn't know how much of a hand that Kurt had in his being brought here and he didn't want to question Kurt's judgment, but in their relationship, nothing was more important than honesty and honesty always won out. "Kurt, this place is for suicidal people, not people like me. I never wanted to kill myself, Kurt, you have to know that. The-the..."

"Self harming?" Kurt finished for him.

"Yeah, that...well, it was just a coping mechanism. It was what helped my brain process everything and it was something I finally had a say in, Kurt. I never would want to leave you like that. You have to understand that...please tell me you understand."

Kurt was silent for a moment which ended up being too long for Blaine. He felt a stray tear fall from his eye at Kurt's hesitation.

"K-Kurt?" Blaine's voice was becoming shaky. "P-please tell me you understand that. Kurt? Are you there?" He held the phone closer to his ear as if it would make Kurt come back if he held on hard enough.

"I'm here, sweetheart," Came Kurt's reply. It sounded shaky and Blaine could detect that Kurt was crying.

"Please tell me you're not crying, Kurt...please," Blaine begged, feeling more tears of his own beginning to stream down his cheeks. Why did this phone call have to be this way? Weren't they supposed to be happy that they got to talk to each other. It seemed every conversation they had right now always ended with some form of crying.

"I'm trying not to, baby, but I just don't know what to do. When you see someone you love hurting themselves like that, you can't help but worry about why they would do it. It's the first conclusion you draw when you see it happening. I've never been more scared in my life, Blaine; it hurt so much to see you like that and I just-"

"I never meant to hurt you, never," Blaine stated as sternly as possible. "I promise, I would never kill myself. I love you too much to do that and I don't know how many times I can say I'm sorry and will never hurt you like that again."

"I want to believe you, honey, I do-"

"Y-you don't believe me?" Blaine asked in a whisper, feeling his heart drop into his stomach.

Someone might as well have shot him again right then and there. Hearing the distrust in Kurt's voice was like a knife to the heart. Kurt's faith in him had never strayed and now here he was practically shouting to Blaine that he didn't trust him. It hurt as much as if Karofsky had hit him with his belt if not more so.

"I want to, Blaine, but I need you to do something for me."

"What, Kurt? I'll do anything, please just tell me." Blaine cried out desperately, hastily wiping his tears away before Nurse Leila had a chance to see them. She had been surveying the conversation every few moments and just when she made her next round, Blaine knew he had to hide the tears. If she believed that the phone call was in anyway stressing to him, her patient, she would take the phone away in a second and he couldn't let her do that.

"I-I need you to stay put where you are and accept the help that they're trying to give you. I know that you don't like it there, but they're there to help you. I need you let them take care of you, baby. Right now I can't help you and they can. Please just trust them, Blaine, for me. I-it's hard for me too, honey, not having you here; it kills me. I'd do practically anything to have you home with me right now, but before we can do that, you need to let them help you."

Blaine couldn't help but feel anger boil in his stomach at Kurt's plea. He had no idea what their idea of help was. He didn't mean to have it come out as it did, but words have a pesky way of leaving your mouth before your brain has a chance to process.

"Oh, I have to let them help me, Kurt? Let me ask, did you have any hand in placing me in this particular prison? Huh? The idea of help here is by placing me in a doctor's office for therapy with Paul Karofsky!" Blaine shouted, scratching at his arm but doing no damage as his nails had been filed down to nothing when he got here.

"Oh my God...Blaine are you-"

"I take it you know the name, Kurt? Yeah, that's their idea of help here. Place me in therapy with the man whose son is the reason I'm here in the first place! How is one supposed to perceive that as help? If it is indeed a fact in some messed up universe I think I'd like to hear that explanation, Kurt! I'm sure it's a fucking laugh riot! This place is a prison, Kurt! You don't understand, I need to come home to you and to my parents. Please Kurt, you have to get me out of here. I need to get out...please help-"

Blaine felt the phone tugged out of his grasp. He whirled around to face Nurse Leila who held the phone in her hand with a stern look of disapproval on her face mixed with a bit of shame with herself. She held the phone up to her ear and began to speak to Kurt in a calm, direct tone.

"Hello, this is Nurse Leila Malone with CBHI, with whom am I speaking?" She waited a moment for a response, ignoring Blaine's desperate attempt to grab for the phone. "Oh, yes, of course. Unfortunately Blaine's becoming a bit distressed and we must end his call and place him under phone restriction for sometime."

Blaine felt a stab in his stomach at that. They weren't going to let him talk to Kurt for some time? How the hell long was some time?

"Please, Nurse Leila, please give me the phone...I'll be a good boy, I promise. Please just let me talk to Kurt again and I promise I'll be calm. I'll be a good boy, please. Y-you can even beat me if you want to. I won't fight it, just please let me talk to Kurt."

He kept trying to grab for the phone, but Nurse Leila shot him a look of warning and gestured towards a table that held a syringe in the corner. He cowered immediately. "No, please...anything but that, please don't do that," He whimpered in terror.

"You need to calm down, Blaine," She stated calmly after she placed a hand against the mouthpiece.

"Please, don't. I-I don't like needles," Blaine begged and brought his knees up to his chest and sobbed into them.

"Mr. Hummel? I'm sorry but I'm going to have to end the call now so I can tend to Blaine...Within reason...I understand...Trust that we will take good care of him and we'll notify the family if and when he is able to accept visitors or future phone calls...I will let him know...Thank you for your time and have a wonderful evening."

Just like that, Kurt was gone. The worst of it was that Blaine had no idea when he'd get to hear Kurt's beautiful voice again. He really messed up by losing his control like that. If he hadn't screamed at Kurt the way he did, he wouldn't have the fear of not knowing when he would talk to him again. Why did he yell? Why? Nurse Leila wouldn't have taken the phone away if he had just remained calm. Fuck, he couldn't even do that right.

"Blaine," Nurse Leila began, placing a hand below his chin and tilting it up from his knees gently. "I'm sorry I had to do that."

"I-I didn't even get to tell him goodbye...or that I love him," Blaine whispered, keeping his eyes downcast.

"I'm sure he knows, sweetie and he sends you his love. I'm sorry again, but we can't have you stressed like that, it's not good for your progress."

Blaine stayed silent at that. How was he expected to make progress in a place like this when they couldn't even appoint him the right therapist?

"It was my fault; it was way too soon to grant phone privileges and I'm sorry for causing you any pain," She stated, looking a little guilty.

"It wasn't your fault. I-I appreciate what you did, but I just wish I hadn't yelled at him. I just don't know why I'm here in the first place and it's-its just frustrating," Blaine explained, quietly.

"I know it is, sweetie, but things will be right again soon, I promise."

"H-how long is some time?"

"What was that?" She inquired in confusion.

"Y-you said that I wouldn't be able to t-talk to Kurt for some time."

"Oh, I see. Well, honey, there isn't really an answer for that. Your health is the highest priority in this facility and we'll do whatever it takes to get you well."

"I am well," Blaine stated flatly.

She responded with a sympathetic smile. "We'll get you there. Right now you're where you need to be, sweetheart."

Blaine let out a sigh of frustration and made to move to bury his face in his knees again, but she spoke too soon.

"I'll tell you what, Blaine. We'll have you in therapy sometime this week and if you can prove to me that you're behaving in those sessions and making new friends here, I may consider taking you off phone restriction," She paused and took in how Blaine's eyes lit up with hope at that. "But, you really must try, Blaine. No half-hearted attempts; I want to see real progress."

Blaine startled himself and Nurse Leila by wrapping his arms around the woman. She smiled and returned the embrace with rubbing gentle circles on his back.

"Thank you," Blaine whispered softly into her hair.

"Just work hard, Blaine and we'll see where we're at, OK? I'm not going to make any promises, so we'll see."

Blaine released her and nodded in response, wiping away at the tear streaks on his cheeks.

She picked herself up off the floor and made her way over to the cart which made Blaine tense. Was she really going to sedate him after all of that? He was calm...she couldn't just come at him with the syringe like that if she wanted him to make progress. But when she turned around, it wasn't a syringe, it was two cups. She knelt back down and offered him the cups.

"One's water and one's medication. You look exhausted and I think it would do to have a good sleep," She explained with an honest smile.

Blaine normally wouldn't agree, but he wasn't really in the mood to push his luck. It wasn't even dinner time yet, but Blaine didn't feel very hungry anyway and this way he didn't have to try to force himself to be social, so it was a win-win. With no additional hesitation, he popped the pills into his mouth, brought the water cup to his lips and drained it.

"Open up," She instructed immediately after Blaine had swallowed them down.

He responded with a bewildered look.

"Oh, I forgot," She replied slapping her head lightly, "Your medication doses start tomorrow so you haven't had to undergo the check. We have to check that you swallowed the pills. It's procedure."

Blaine nodded in understanding and opened his mouth for her and lifted his tongue when she instructed him to do so.

"Very good," She nodded her approval.

Not too long after, Blaine felt the pills begin to take effect as the room steadily became blurry. His limbs started to feel as if they were weighed down by boulders while at the same time, they managed to feel like jelly.

"Let's get you back to your room," She said with a smile and gestured for an orderly to pick him up and carry him off to his room.

Kurt was surprised when Blaine had been cut off.

"Blaine, sweetie, are you all right?"

"Hello, this is Nurse Leila Malone with CBHI, with whom am I speaking?"

Kurt was taken aback at hearing the woman's voice. Where was Blaine and why was his nurse on the phone now and not Blaine?

"Um, K-kurt, Kurt Hummel. I'm Blaine's boyfriend."

"Oh yes, of course."

Kurt was relieved that she didn't seem bothered by that fact at all. If Blaine was in the care of this nurse, things should be at least some semblance of OK.

"Sorry to be rude, but where is Blaine?"

"Unfortunately Blaine's becoming a bit distressed and we must end his call and place him under phone restriction for some time."

Some time?

How the hell long was some time?

"Oh, a-all right. I-uh suppose I understand," Kurt stammered, as he felt his stomach churn.

He would just have to accept it. He didn't make hospital rules and he wasn't one to interfere with the ones in charge of Blaine's care, but it didn't mean he had to like it, though. He just wanted his boyfriend here to tell him it would all be OK, but it would be some time before he could even be granted that. He was about to say his goodbyes when he heard Blaine's voice in the background.

Oh god...Blaine was regressing back to himself from months ago. He hadn't requested to be beaten in a long while and now here he was OK'ing it again. Kurt placed a hand to his mouth to keep himself from sobbing out loud.

"No, please...anything but that, please don't do that."

Kurt's eyes widened.

"Miss Malone? What's going on? What are-"

He didn't get a chance to finish his question. He heard the phone crackle a bit as if a hand was trying to cover the receiver.

"You need to calm down, Blaine."

"Please, don't. I-I don't like needles."

Oh. That was it. They were threatening to sedate him. Blaine was terrified of needles and he hadn't even considered that there would be syringes in there. He felt his heart break that much more. He knew that Blaine was terrified of them ever since that one day at Dalton during Warbler practice.

The routine was going flawlessly and that was a severe understatement. They were going to be ready for Regionals and even the New Directions better watch out. Kurt danced next to Blaine, glancing back at him as often as he could; he couldn't help it. He couldn't believe that that gorgeous boy was his. Blaine's hazel eyes soon met his, catching him staring and he shot him a quick wink and a grin while he sang. Kurt felt his knees start to give out, but he remained strong; he didn't want to be on the wrong end of Wes's anger and gavel.

As soon as the final note of Raise Your Glass was sung, The Warblers all broke out into applause as per usual.

"Guys, I'd say we're ready for Regionals," Blaine grinned with his usual cocky smile and charming, confident demeanor. He held it as all the Warblers gave him their usual pats on the back of a job well done. As soon as they dispersed, Blaine turned to Kurt and his face fell.

"I ripped my pants." He admitted with a frowny face at Kurt. The most ADORABLE frowny face, at that.

Kurt responded with a chuckle at his new boyfriend's pouty lips.

"I've been with you for only 2 weeks and I already don't know what to do with you," Kurt laughed, taking Blaine by the shoulders and leading him to the couch.

"All right, you, let's inspect the damage," Kurt teased and looked it over. It was a minor tear in the seam just about mid thigh. "Oh, that's a quick fix. I can do it right now," Kurt replied with a chuckle and reached into his bag and pulled out his emergency sewing kit. He brought out the needle and thread and turned back to Blaine who looked like he had just seen a ghost.

"Blaine? Are you all right?" Kurt inquired, still holding onto the needle.

"I don't like needles," Blaine responded with a shake of the head.

"Oh," Kurt replied in surprise and put it back. He sat down on the couch next to Blaine and placed a hand on his back to relax him. He felt the tension gradually leave from Blaine's shoulders.

"Sorry, they just-"

"You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to," Kurt insisted, but Blaine shook his head.

"No, it's all right, it's just when those guys-at the Sadie Hawkins' Dance...after they beat me up, they threatened to carve a disgusting word into my skin with a needle. They got my shirt up and were just about to do it, but someone came by before they got the chance and I just haven't been OK with needles ever since," He explained with a shiver.

Kurt continued to rub Blaine's back as he calmed down and as soon as he did, he released a soft chuckle.

"Sorry about that. Cue the violin music," He joked.

Kurt shook his head. "No, I get that it's a tough subject to talk about. Tell you what, just bring your pants to my room tonight and I'll fix them up for you before class tomorrow."

"What would I do without you?" Blaine asked batting his eyes at Kurt.

"You would be wandering around pants less, that's where," Kurt teased back, placing a gentle kiss on Blaine's lips. Blaine responded by placing a hand in Kurt's hair and deepening the kiss.

Kurt felt his heart soar as he responded to the kiss with a contented 'hmm'. How did he ever get so lucky?

Kurt came out of the memory and realized that he had been steadily crying for a while. He heard the crackling stop and soon enough Nurse Leila was back on the line.

"Mr. Hummel?"

"Yes, I'm still here," He responded trying to disguise a sniffle with a cough.

"I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to end the call now so I can tend to Blaine."

"I understand...but first, can you please do me a favor?"

"Within reason..."

"Please try not to sedate Blaine as much as possible. He doesn't have a friendly past with needles and they terrify him. So if it can be in anyway avoided?"

"I understand. Trust that we will take good care of him and we'll notify the family if and when he is able to accept visitors or future phone calls."

"Ok, thank you. Also one more thing, can you please tell him that I love him?"

"I will let him know. Thank you for your time and have a wonderful evening."

With that, the call ended. Kurt slowly dropped the phone to his lap. He didn't think he could miss Blaine more than he did at this moment. He hadn't even been gone for an entire week and already he felt as if all the air in the world had been extinguished from his lungs; He felt suffocated.

He lied down on his bed and tried to do his best to breathe until Burt came in and took a hesitant seat on the edge of his bed.

"It went that well, huh?" He inquired, taking in his son's defeated expression.

Kurt just shook his head back and forth and placed a hand to his mouth as soon as he felt the tears making an encore appearance.

"Come here, Kurt," Burt instructed, holding out his arms.

Kurt sat up and fell into his father's arms and wrapped his arms around him in a vice like grip. "I-I miss him, dad...I miss him so much..." Kurt cried as he held onto Burt and buried his face into his father's shoulder.

I know, I am awful. I just like that angst, guys. But hey, if we didn't like angst we wouldn't be here, would we? Lol. Well anyways, it's late and I need sleeep. I need to work on not writing this so late at night...but hey, it's when I do some of my better writing, lol.

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Much love,

-Casey