A/N: To BLANE; Thanks for pointing it out...? Yes, these are no longer (or they're not often) about what happens to my friends and I...but we're not very interesting people. I find it much better to dramatise events - also, the majority of my friends and I are single...

Kurt sighed, walking out of group feeling drained and unhappy. They always did this – he'd be fine, until they talked around the circle. Then he remained silent and would shake his head whenever it came to his turn – he still couldn't reveal his secrets. Saying it in front of a group of people was a lot harder than saying it to Blaine.

Blaine.

He grinned, an immediate bounce in his step as he hurried back to their ward. Sadly, the curtain was still drawn – his therapist was still there – so he sat cross-legged at the end of his own bed and waited.

Ten minutes later, Dr. Miles emerged, looking grim-faced as always, and Kurt didn't wait to go in after him.

Blaine looked sour and drained, but his eyes lit up the moment he saw Kurt.

"Hi!" Kurt grinned, and Blaine managed a smile.

"Why are you so happy?"

Kurt shrugged. "Just am. How was therapy?"

"Apparently I'm not as emotionally traumatised as they would've thought."

Kurt's eyes lit up. "What does that mean?"

"It means they'll unstrap me sooner."

Kurt grinned. "That's good, at least." He hesitated. "Do you know when you're going home?"

Blaine let a small smile slip. "No…they haven't specified a release date."

Kurt visibly relaxed.

"How was group?"

"Dull, boring, emotional." He grinned. "The usual."

"Sounds rough. Are you speaking yet?"

Kurt shook his head. "I don't care if I'm in here forever. I'm not telling a bunch of strangers…that. I've told the nurses…and I've told you. That's enough."

"Maybe you should tell that to your private therapist…I mean-"

He was cut off by a loud yell, and they both froze, frowning. It was a man – he was angry – but he didn't sound like a patient. Kurt glanced at Blaine, who suddenly looked pale and scared, his eyes wide.

"Blaine?" Kurt whispered – the whole ward had fallen silent.

Blaine shook his head wordlessly, still frozen in place.

The yells increased in volume – whoever it was, was getting closer, and Blaine was starting to freak out.

"Blaine!" He was shaking, and Kurt grabbed his hand, squeezing it tightly.

"You have no right to keep me from seeing my son!"

That was the only sentence they heard loud and clear, and Blaine stopped shaking for a split second.

Finally – finally – the screams and shouts stopped echoing throughout the halls, and the nurses visited each ward – reassuring the shaken patients.

Jessie quickly slipped into Blaine's section, she herself a little pale.

"Blaine, Blaine honey, are you okay?"

She grabbed his shoulders, forcing him to stop shaking and look at her.

"Hey, you're okay now, okay? Blaine." She snapped her fingers in his face, and his eyes refocused – something Kurt hadn't noticed. "Blaine, look at me. He's not going to hurt you. We sent him away."

Kurt was lost.

"What, who was that man?"

Jessie kept her eyes trained on Blaine, trying to calm him down enough that he would stop shaking.

"His father." She said softly and Kurt's mouth dropped open. "He wanted to see Blaine and get him out of here…he said it wasn't doing him any good. Stupid man…"

Kurt frowned. "So…wait…"

"It's okay. We know what he's done to Blaine. It's hard not to assume, and when he was taken to the hospital – both times- they ran a physical injury kit over him. The bruises are from his father – school kids, a couple we've identified."

"You didn't assume…he did it to himself?"

"It's hard to create hand-shaped bruises on your back, Kurt."

Kurt fell silent, nodding.

Blaine had calmed down slightly, his shaking less violent and his eyes coming back into full focus.

"Is he going to be okay?"

"He's gone into shock – very mildly, mind you, but he must've panicked so much…"

Kurt bit his lip, tears flooding to his eyes as he grabbed Blaine's hand and squeezed it.

"Blaine? Blaine, can you hear us?"

He gave the faintest of nods, his body still shaking slightly.

"Blaine…." Kurt whispered, squeezing his hand tighter.

Finally, the shakes stopped, with gentle reassurances from Jessie and Kurt.

"It's okay Blaine. You're not going home to that any time soon." Jessie whispered.

Kurt paused. "Where would he go?"

"Foster care." Jessie said softly, but Blaine shook his head.

"I don't want to." He said softly. "Not foster care. Please…"

Jessie sighed. "When you get better, we don't really have an option until you're eighteen."

"I won't get better then."

"Three years is a long time to be stuck here Blaine."

"Three years is easy." He muttered darkly, and Kurt squeezed his hand again.

"Blaine…maybe foster care is the only option…"

Blaine closed his eyes. "I don't want to talk about this now." He grumbled.

"Blaine…"

"I'm tired."

Jessie sighed. "Alright. Well, you'll be allowed to get unstrapped tomorrow…we'll come over in the morning."

Kurt frowned. "Come on, I was strapped for days!"

Jessie laughed. "We have no sharp implements in this facility – if someone tries to harm themselves, it's a great deal harder than just skipping meals or throwing them up."

"Oh." Kurt muttered, frowning. "Right."

Blaine looked a little happier, but he gave a giant fake yawn. "So tired."

Kurt stifled a laugh and squeezed his hand one more time before standing, but Blaine tugged his hand.

"Uh…I'm not…that tired. You could stay for a bit…"

Jessie laughed. "I can see when I'm not wanted. Lights out at ten, remember. Kurt, that means in your own bed. Not in here."

Kurt flushed before he laughed sweetly. "Yes Jessie."

"Thanks Jessie." Blaine said softly and she gave him a fond smile, before leaving them in peace.

Blaine let out a sigh, a genuine yawn escaping his lips.

"I can go." Kurt said softly.

"I don't want you to."

Kurt took a deep breath. "Blaine…what's going on…with us?"

Blaine recoiled. "Uhm…"

"Look, I know…I know we're both in a weird place…"

Blaine snorted. "Mental asylum."

"Weird place." Kurt corrected. "And there's …things going on…but are we something?"

Blaine paused, and Kurt's heart sunk. He sighed, but Blaine squeezed his hand.

"I really like you Kurt."

"But…?"

"But we're in a mental asylum for troubled teenagers. It's not quite…the greatest place to establish a relationship. But…when we both get out, we'll see where we are, and we'll stay in contact. And we'll get together."

Kurt laughed. "Okay. I like that plan."

"Good. Me too."

^.^

Kurt woke up to something landing on his bed, and he frowned, his eyes opening slowly. Blaine smiled slightly at him from the end of the bed.

"Morning." He said softly, and Kurt raised an eyebrow, yawning slightly as he sat up.

"You okay?"

Blaine gave him a quizzical look.

"You don't normally wake me up at…" he squinted at the clock. "Seven in the morning."

Blaine shrugged sadly. "I'm…feeling a little…" he shrugged again. "Sad…and sore…"

Kurt bit his lip. "Why?"

He shrugged. "Not sure."

"Wanna sing?"

Blaine grinned, nodding, and scooting so he could scramble under the blanket. They sat cross-legged, facing each other, with Kurt's iPod between them. It was still early, so they kept their voices down.

They'd gotten through at least five songs before Kurt's stomach growled at him.

"Breakfast time!" he grinned, and Blaine laughed.

"What?"

"Ever since I started…eating properly," Kurt grinned. "My stomach has decided that meals are going to be a regular thing. At precise times."

Blaine shook his head, a grin escaping his lips. "I guess it's time for breakfast then."

They both hopped off the bed, and Kurt quickly folded his sheets before closing his curtain. They exited the ward together, bright and happy, and Blaine was even so bold as to grab Kurt's hand.

But Kurt froze, his hand jerking away.

"If we're going to wait until we get out…then we need to wait, until we get out." He said softly, and Blaine paused before nodding.

"Yeah. You're right…I'm sorry."

Kurt bit his lip and nudged his shoulder playfully. "Come on…we have to get there before all the good bacon strips are gone."