A/N: Hi all, so here we have a chapter that I have spent all of last night and all of today on.

I hope it's good, I was actually going to have four times as much in this chapter but I think that the content I have is enough :)

Trigger warning guys and gals and all the inbetweens!

You'll meet my favourite OC in this chapter, I don't know how often he is going to show up though but he comes about in this chapter which pleases me :D

Okay here we go

NOW:

The clock ticked out a gentle rhythm, a subtle yet looming 'tick, tick, tick.' Blaine glanced up at it, the clock hands had barely moved a centimetre since the last time he looked. The doctor seated opposite him in the quaint office cleared his throat as if to remind Blaine of his presence, he needn't mind though, Blaine was painfully aware of his presence.

"That's the fourth time you've checked the clock, time only runs in a second by second manner Blaine, the time isn't going to go by faster by you urging the clock to pick up the pace." Doctor Singh said from his office chair, Blaine bit his lip and looked down at his hands and then to the book shelf, anywhere but the clock. He was only a few minutes into his first therapy session and he already wanted it to be over.

"I'm sorry," Blaine mumbled and the doctor smiled comfortingly, Blaine looked at him and felt the need to smile himself. Doctor Singh was a lean man with black hair, his age showing through flecks of silver hair that peppered his scalp and laugh lines around his mouth and eyes. Blaine would guess his age to be around forty but the doctor had a face that could be found on a man much older as well as a man much younger, it was just one of those faces.

"There is no need to apologise, I am accustomed to having my patients want to leave, in fact I am pretty certain it was written into my contract so I couldn't complain about it," Doctor Singh joked and Blaine cracked a glimmer of a smile, the doctor noted down the small observation, the smile may have been small but it was still a smile.

Blaine glanced at the name plate that sat at the centre of his psychologist's desk, 'Dr. Richard Singh' was the name that shone through the layer of bronze. Richard caught Blaine's eye and nodded towards his name plate. "You are more then welcome to come up with a nick name if you'd like, I've heard them all, trust me."

Blaine gave it a fleeting thought before deciding on what to say in response. "I think I will stick to Richard, it's your name after all."

Richard smiled slightly. "That's a first, none of the people I've seen thus far have ever chosen to call me by my actual name, I get Rik, Ricky and 'bastard' a lot but never Richard." Richard laughed and the sound rumbled through the entire office, it was warm and welcoming and made Blaine a little bit more confident in speaking.

"I guess I'm a traditionalist," Blaine said and Richard nodded and made a side note on his pad about 'traditional values?' he tended to write a lot of things down in his first meeting with a new patient, simple observations that proved to help him in later analysis'.

"That's a good thing, with out sounding too old I'd like to point out that there isn't a lot of people that are 'traditionally minded' these days, not that that isn't a good thing half the time."

"I suppose," Blaine commented off-handily as he broke eye contact and looked back down at his hands, pulling slightly on the fabric of his bandages.

Richard took a deep breath, slipped his glasses off and placed them and his note pad on his desk and wove his fingers together. "Blaine, as this is our first session together I don't want to force you to open up about the heavy stuff yet, I want you to be able to get to know me and then maybe if you feel comfortable we can touch base on where you are with everything."

"I don't know if I am going to want to talk." Blaine pulled his good arm around his waist.

Richard nodded slightly. "I get that, really I do, you're in a tough spot in your life, you're trying to sort things out and you want to do it all by yourself, a lonely journey of personal redemption, you don't want to talk to anyone, especially someone who's been forced upon you by some whacked up know it alls that call themselves 'medical professionals' and that's perfectly okay."

Richard paused for a moment before bringing Blaine's attention back towards himself with a slight gesture of his hands. "However, we are stuck in these sessions together, ten of them, you have the option of wanting to see someone else but in the chance that you do stay with me we have exactly five hundred and fifty minutes worth of time together."

"Ten sessions together," Richard stated again. "Ten sessions and during that time we can just talk, that's all that I am asking from you, talk to me, maybe together we can work towards a bright future for you."

When Blaine opened his mouth to speak his voice came out hoarse and uneasy. "What-" Blaine cleared his throat of the emotions that nestled in the cracks of his trachea. "What do you normally talk about with your 'patients'?" Blaine's mouth curved uneasily around the word, the very sound of it making him uneasy. Richard saw the slight look of disgust that ghosted across his face and made yet another note, this one mental rather then on the note pad.

"I think you can guess that I am not really aloud to discuss my patients, or friends as it would seem, with you but we can work around the formalities if you'd like?" Blaine nodded and Richard continued. "I normally start with easy stuff, hobbies and favourite past times, little 'get to know you' activities and then depending on the person they control where the conversations lead."

"Where do we start then?"

"We can start on hobbies if that's alright? List me some of your's."

Blaine paused before he said anything, his mind urgently searching for something, anything that he liked doing that was like a hobby. "Singing?" Blaine was unsure when he said the word, he remembered enjoying it, remembered loving it but he hadn't done it in a long time and the concept of it all was rather foreign.

"You sound unsure?"

"I think it's my hobby, I used to do it a lot and I did like it."

"And now?"

"I don't know, I stopped a while ago and I haven't tried going back to it, maybe I won't ever go back to it."

"Did you like singing?"

"I loved it," Blaine assured, the words falling out of his mouth quickly, it was the most certain thing he'd said through out the whole session. He could not be more positive.

"Then you should give it a second chance maybe singing will be something we could incorporate into our sessions, I have the vocal range of a wounded ox but I know how to play guitar."

Blaine let out a slight laugh. "That sounds nice actually."

Richard smiled and leant back in his chair, one leg crossing over the other. "Come on, hit me with another hobby."

"Does sport count?" Blaine asked, his face a little scrunched up in playful confusion.

"Of course it does!" Richard exclaimed with a wide smile. "If it's something you like doing or watching then it counts."

"Well, then I like sports, sports and reading."

"Two at once, we're on a roll, keep going, we're doing well."

Blaine paused and searched his brain again, he couldn't find anything else, he was certain there was something else. "I don't know if I really have anything else." Blaine muttered.

"Nothing?"

"I can't think of anything."

"Maybe we are approaching this in the wrong manner, how about you tell me what you do in a regular day and we can see if we can, you know, deduce something from your words."

"I spend time with Kurt," Blaine said his voice quiet and doubtful.

"That's your boyfriend?"

"Yeah," Blaine started. "Yeah, I suppose."

"Nice boy I hear, his father came and met me before you came her, just to make sure I was verifiable and decent," Richard smiled as he remembered his brief encounter with Burt Hummel.

"He is nice, too nice," Blaine whispered. Richard's grey eyes sparked with curiosity, he got up from his chair, Blaine followed him as he walked around his desk and sat on the arm chair not far from where Blaine was sitting. He gestured to the couch next to him.

"The couch is a lot comfier then the chair you're in," Richard offered in explanation.

and Blaine slowly stood up, grabbing onto the table to pull himself up before grabbing the walking stick that hung off the back of his chair. He pushed his legs to move over to the couch bracing himself as much as he could with the cane, Richard stood up when Blaine stumbled, his legs ignoring his commands. Blaine eventually collapsed into the cold comfort of the leather couch.

"Are you alright?" Richard asked concerned, Blaine nodded and took a couple of stabilizing breaths as he laid the stick next to himself. Richard sat back down and thought to himself for a moment before speaking again.

"My legs haven't been operating too well since I came out of the coma, something to do with fluid pressure on my brain, I'll recover eventually," Blaine explained as he rubbed his knee helplessly.

"Do you want a glass of water?" Richard offered and Blaine shook his head despite his mouth being dry, a side effect of the pain medication he was on for his arm.

"Okay, are you right to keep talking or did you want me to give you another moment?"

"I'm fine."

"You sounded sad when you spoke of Kurt," Richard started and Blaine took in a sharp breath at Kurt's name. "Is everything okay between you and Kurt?"

Blaine bit his lip as he scrabbled for words, everything couldn't be okay could it? Why could Richard not see that?

Blaine looked up at the doctor. "Richard, I know you have my file so I think it's safe to say we can skip the pretences and guess that the answer to your question is a no," Blaine sneered, his own words shocking himself, Richard's face didn't change.

"I won't bring up Kurt then, that ball can be in your court," Richard said and Blaine sighed.

"That was rude of me, I'm sorry, I don't like being rude." Blaine swallowed thickly and pulled on his trousers.

"Blaine, you can be as rude to me as you see fit, I don't mind."

Blaine's face contorted and his voice became rough. "It's just everything has been in a crazy flurry since I woke up, doctors and nurses and family, you know, it's been nuts! I can barely keep up with everything but the only thing that's stayed consistent in my life has been Kurt, he is always at my side, making sure I'm okay," Blaine shook his head slightly in an appearance of disbelief.

"I don't know what you're trying to say to me Blaine, from where I'm sitting having someone there to look after you after what's happened, that's a good thing, yet you sound so," Richard paused as he searched for the right word. "Well, you sound wrecked."

Blaine put his hand on his face, wiping his eyes as he took in a deep breath and ran his hand through his hair. "It's just, I've seen Kurt do this before, he's putting everything before himself, I don't want to be put before him."

"Why?"

"Because I'm not as important as him and he can't see that, why is that Richard?" Blaine looked at Richard, his eyes slightly glossy.

Richard leant forward on his chair and tapped Blaine's knee comfortingly. "From what I've heard you are the most important thing in his life, that's what love is Blaine, it's putting them before you, it's why you think he's more important then you, it's the same for him."

"I don't deserve to be loved by him," Blaine whispered coldly.

"Between now and our next session I want you to do me a favour Blaine," Richard said, his fingers tapping on his own knee.

"What?"

"I want you to write out your reasoning for what you just said and when I see you next you and I can go over each reason."

"What's that going to help?"

"It's going to help me understand you, I will be able to learn about you from the most reliable source, I've got your file but no piece of paper is going to tell me anything about you only what's happened."

Blaine nodded and looked at his arm, "I can't write at the moment."

"How about typing? You can type up an email to me and we'll print it when you get here, how about that?"

"That works for me."

Richard busied himself with writing out his work email and Blaine folded the piece of paper and slipped it into his pocket.

"Now in other news, how do you feel about group therapy sessions?"

"I don't know."

"Well I send a lot of people to them and it's always done them good, how about you give it a try and if you don't like it then you never have to go back but you might make a friend and you can really never have enough of those."

"Okay," Blaine nodded.

The end of their session was filled with picking the right group therapy for Blaine to attend, they eventually decided on one that was on once a week on a Wednesday. Blaine's first session would be the next day.

The timer went off and Richard got up and turned it off, Blaine nodded in understanding and pulled himself off of the couch, the cane doing it's job to help him.

"Well Blaine it was nice to meet you, we have another session booked for Friday at the same time," Richard said with a smile, he held his hand out for Blaine to shake, after a moment of shuffling his cane Blaine took the hand and shook it.

Blaine was stumbling out of the room, Richard at his side ready to help him if he needed it, Blaine paused for a moment and looked at Richard. "Why did you choose to work in this kind of job?" Blaine asked.

"As a psychologist?"

"No, as a post-suicide attempt psychologist."

"Oh, well, I'm not really allowed to discuss it, you are my patient after all."

Blaine nodded. "That's fine."

Blaine went to take another step forward but Richard stopped him. "My son, he was the same age as you, I was working as a Forensic Psychologist at the time and well his mother hadn't been in the picture for a long time." Richard took a breath. "After a rather busy case I came home late and plugged in my phone, I'd called out for him you know? and he didn't answer so I thought he was asleep. I plugged my phone in and there was a voicemail."

Blaine's heart thumped as Richard told his story.

"He'd called me, he'd called me and he sounded like he was in physical pain, I ran to his bedroom, I should have known but I didn't, he'd hung himself, I hadn't even known that there was anything wrong, he wrote me a letter, he'd been bullied at school because he was gay."

Blaine nodded.

"I didn't even know, he didn't tell me and you know, he thought that I would hate him for it and that was it, after he considered that, he couldn't see a world with him in it."

"So you became a 'post' suicide attempt psychologist?"

"Yep, I did it so I could tell people like you that it does get better, take the LGBT movements lately, cities are legalizing marriage every where, the world itself is changing, my son took his own life four years ago and he never got to see those changes."

Blaine bit his lip and took a deep breath. "Thank you Richard."

"I shouldn't have told you any of that," Richard said, he took a step back from Blaine and folded his arms across his chest.

"Everyone is so concerned with me, it's sort of nice to to have the focus shifted, I'm sorry about your son," Blaine said with a smile and Richard's arms relaxed.

"I'll see you on Friday Blaine."

"Okay, I will see you then," Blaine smiled, Richard held the door open and Blaine stumbled his way out, Kurt's head perked up from the waiting room, he made his way over, Blaine's jacket folded over his arm.

Richard smiled as he watched Kurt and Blaine walk off, they were standing close together, Kurt always at the ready to help Blaine. Richard turned to his receptionist. "Michelle, love, can you clear my schedule for the rest of the day, I have a couple of things that I need to get done."

"Sure, no problem Richard, Callum always cancels anyway."

Richard made his way back into his office, closing the door behind him, he sat down at his desk, his note pad stared up at him, he picked up his pen and scribbled down a couple more observations about Blaine before dropping the pen. He took a deep breath and opened up his top draw, an old wooden frame was placed face down. With delicate hands he lifted the frame and turned it over, a boy with dark curly locks and a bright smile looked back at him, a corner of paper peeked out behind the photo, occasionally he would remove the back of the photo frame and read the rushed hand writing but not today. A tear splashed on the glass and Richard wiped it away with his thumb, he looked at his son's face, the slight dimpling in his cheeks and the blue eyes. He was shocked when Blaine had first come into the room, had it not been for his eye colour he would have thought he'd taken a step into his past.

Richard wiped his face and put the photo back, he would go the the cemetery after he wrote up Blaine's profile.

A/N: Can I end there? Yes I can :)

I couldn't find any where else to stop it :P

How did you guys like it?

Does everyone like Richard? I like Richard, I think Richard is really rad.

Okay I am going to bed now, I am so tired :P

Night all!

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