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Chapter 19

Kurt woke up slowly, his head hurting and not really sure what happened. It came back to him like an old movie playing in his head; walking around, crying, Blaine and the man, the car, the pain. Kurt squeezed his eyes as the pain made itself known again.

"Kurt?" Kurt frowned. That's wasn't Blaine. Why wasn't it Blaine?

Kurt moved his eyes around the room slowly, he squinted slightly because of the light and then closed his eyes again when they landed on his father. His father who had been crying. His father who looked a lost as Kurt felt.

"How are you feeling kiddo?" He asked, his normally rough voice had a soft tone to it that made Kurt feel uneasy.

"I'm sore." Kurt answered truthfully.

"The doctor said she's going to send someone to set your arm once you're awake." Burt said gently. Kurt just nodded. For a few minutes Burt just stared at Kurt, and Kurt did his best to just stare back but he found it hard to focus. "What... What were you doing out so late?" Burt finally asked.

"I always go out." Kurt snapped a little irritated. "You've just never noticed before."

Burt looked down. He had no answer for that. Kurt looked down too, he almost felt guilty. Almost. "The doctor wants you to see someone."

"Like who?" Kurt frowned.

"A psychiatrist." Burt said cautiously, not sure how his son would take that.

"I'm not crazy." Kurt said loudly, his dad jumped and Kurt thought he saw a head of curly hair outside jump too and he smiled. Blaine was still here.

"No one is saying you're crazy." Burt said softly, "they just said you were talking to someone..."

"I tried to stop talking back but it got too loud." Kurt muttered. Burt frowned, he hadn't expected Kurt to be honest about it.

"Well that's what they want to help with." Burt replied. Kurt just shrugged slowly, his head was hurting and he was done talking to his dad now.

Burt sighed, he could tell this was the end of the conversation. He looked out of the window aimlessly, aware that his son was doing the same thing. "Your teacher is nice." Burt said after a while when the need for talking became too much for him. When had he let his relationship with Kurt slide so much?

"Yeah." Kurt shrugged again. Blaine was more than nice.

"I'm glad you have him in your life." Burt whispered.

"Me too. I need a good supportive role model in my life." Kurt said as he shot his father a heated look. Burt didn't reply, deep down he knew he deserved that. "I'm tired. I want to sleep."

"Oh okay." Burt stood up awkwardly, he knew his son was dismissing him but not wanting him to leave. Kurt turned away from him, winced slightly and forced his eyes to shut. Burt sighed quietly and walked out of the room.

"How is he?" Blaine asked once Burt closed the door.

"He's... He's tired. Wanted to sleep." Burt sighed. "He hates me. He wouldn't even look at me."

"He doesn't hate you." Blaine said gently, though he wasn't sure if it was true or not. "It's going to take time."

"I know." Burt sighed and shook his head. "I'm going to go and get some of his things from home. Maybe it will help him smile or something."

"I'm sure it will." Blaine nodded. Burt remained silent as he walked away. Blaine watched and then looked at the closed door. Through the window he could see Kurt watching him. Blaine silently asked if he could come in and when Kurt gives him a slight nod so he pushed the door open slowly.

"I thought you would have gone by now." Kurt whispered as he picked at his sheets.

"No, I needed to make sure you were okay." Blaine sat on the corner of the bed, Kurt looked up at him slowly. "Your dad has gone to get you some things."

"I'm not going home?" Kurt whispered.

"Not yet. You have to get your arm plastered and the doctors want to keep you for some more observations."

"Oh." Kurt pulled his knees to his chest, wincing as his chest tightened.

"Just think of it a a mini-break." Blaine said, trying to lighten the mood a little.

"But what about school?" Kurt frowned, what about spending time with you? Was what Kurt had wanted to say.

"I'll help you catch up on anything you miss." Blaine assured him. Kurt just nodded, it didn't sound like Blaine didn't want to spend time with him anymore now that he was officially crazy.

"What are you thinking about?" Blaine asked once Kurt got quiet.

"I don't know." Kurt shrugged. "My thoughts feel fuzzy."

"Is it the voice?" Blaine asked.

"No. I don't hear it now. I think the pain medication is strong," Kurt sighed and leaned back against the bed. Blaine nodded slowly watching him.

"When you see the psychiatrist will you promise me something Kurt?"

"Depends on what." Kurt frowned, his eyebrows knitted together.

"Will you be honest with them? Like you are with me?" Blaine said softly. "They can help you Kurt. But only if you tell them everything."

"I'm scared." Kurt admitted. "If I'm honest they might lock me away."

"Hey, no one is going to lock you away." Blaine assured him. "Do you know when they're going to see you?" Kurt shook his head. "Well how about after you speak to them we can talk about it, maybe over a hot chocolate and a cookie. I know you like our hot chocolate talks."

"I'm not a child." Kurt said, rolling his eyes, a smile playing on his lips.

"I didn't say you were, but you know I like a good cookie." Blaine grinned, Kurt laughed unable to hold it in any longer. Blaine watched him laughing, Kurt always looked younger than he was when he laughed. He looked more carefree, happy. "So, what do you say?"

"I'll tell them the truth." Kurt nodded slowly. "I'm tired of being crazy."

"Okay, so here's another promise." Blaine said sitting beside Kurt instead of opposite him. Their shoulders brushed against each other and Kurt looked up at him slowly. "You're not going to call yourself crazy anymore. Do you understand me? You're not crazy."

"I feel crazy." Kurt sighed, as he gave in to what his body wanted and sagged against Blaine. Everything felt as though it was going to get better when Blaine wrapped his arms around him, careful of his injuries but making Kurt feel bubble wrapped and safe. "I want to be able to walk down the hallways at school and not have people look at me like I'm about to freak out."

"Kurt...Don't pay attention to how they look at you. You are special." Blaine said strongly, Kurt needed to hear these words. "You are unique and whether you hear voices or you don't, you're always going to get looks at school because you are an amazing young man and everyone else knows that they're stuck there. They're not going anywhere fast, but you are. You've got dreams and goals and you're going to achieve them. They're jealous."

"No one's ever said anything like that to me before." Kurt said quietly. "Not even my dad."

"He's scared." Blaine whispered. "He thinks he's lost you."

"He doesn't care about me." Kurt mumbled.

"Yes, he does." Blaine assured him. "Believe me, he really does. He knows he's messed up, but he wants to make things right."

"What if I don't want him to?" Kurt asked, his eyes looked so lost and Blaine knew that he didn't mean those words. He needed his dad, he wanted him.

"I know you do." Blaine said softly. "Promise me you'll try with him."

"You're asking a lot of me today." Kurt said, idly picking at Blaine's sleeve.

"Well you've got to earn that hot chocolate and cookie." Blaine joked, glad to see that it made Kurt smile. "The nurse is coming in to do your arm, do you want me to stay?"

"Please." Kurt whispered. "I don't want to be alone." Blaine nodded, if Kurt didn't want to be alone then he knew he would never leave him.