"Hey, a bunch of us are going to bread sticks tonight. You in?" She asked as they walked out of the choir room together and into the quiet halls of McKinley High.

"Sorry Mercedes, I have to go...help my Dad build something." Kurt said quickly as he walked out of the building. Leaving a confused Mercedes behind, watching him walk away.

"I can't believe you started volunteering here. Did we woo you that much?" Blaine asked as he moved his white piece. Kurt's brow furrowed at the move and he watched the board intently, trying to figure out his next move.

"It does seem a bit out of character but...something about this place just drew me in." He said with a quick glance up to Blaine's face, he was smiling. Kurt moved his black knight and leaned back in his chair as he waited for Blaine to make his next move. He could see Blaine blush slightly from his earlier comment as he reached towards his next piece to move across the marble playing board. His fingers gripped it it had seemed but Blaine's face looked as if he was in a struggle. Like his mind and his body were not connected. He told his hand to move but it was just frozen stiff against the chess piece. After a moment of struggle, Blaine's hand moved, dropping his chess piece and knocking over several others.

"Dammit..." Blaine muttered. He pulled his hand away and Kurt could see his cheeks blush fiercely. Blaine looked away and Kurt just looked at the fallen pieces between them, he wondered a lot of things but mostly just felt confusion.

"What happened?" Was all that Kurt could think of to say. It seemed stupid to ask but it was all he had; Blaine looked absolutely mortified.

"It's just my hands...they lock up sometimes..." Blaine quietly continued. "Physical Therapy helps but...every once in a while it still happens..." Kurt looked at him with a sad sympathy but he knew that it was only making Blaine feel worse. Which made Kurt feel guilty.

"It's...it's nothing to be ashamed of." Kurt spoke reassuringly. Finally Blaine looked up into Kurt's soothing blue eyes and it seemed that for one static moment they were the only people in the room that mattered. The moment was broken when once again Blaine drew into himself and broke eye contact with Kurt.

"I'm getting pretty tired..." He nearly whispered. Kurt knew then that nothing he said was going to keep Blaine from leaving. He just stood up from the table at the same time that Blaine did and nodded gently at the suddenly nervous boy in front of him. Blaine walked away from the table and went towards the Rec room exit and had a nurse escort him back to his room. Kurt just watched silently, wishing there was something more he could have said.

Once it hit eight o'clock, it was time for the patients to get to sleep and Kurt spent the next half hour cleaning up the Rec room. He was being helped by another volunteer nurse, who stopped and looked up at him.

"All right Kurt, time to do our hall rounds and then we'll get out of here." She said. Marsha was her name, Kurt thought she had a friendly smile and a kind way of talking to all the patients here. He always enjoyed watching her interact with the people who stayed here. Kurt set the rest of the chairs upside down on the white circular tables and went to follow her out of the Rec room.

After about fifteen minutes, Kurt came to a room at the end of the hall and peered into the small window on the door. He was met with a sight that made his heart skip a beat. Curled up in an impossible ball, in a tiny twin bed was Blaine. His eyebrows were furrowed together and his arms curled underneath his head as he slept. His mind was seemingly being plagued with nightmares. Kurt watched him for a silent moment before Marsha arrived at his side and glanced inside the room to see who Kurt was looking at.

"What's wrong with him?" Kurt asked, his body acting on its own. He hadn't meant to ask it aloud.

"Looks like he's having a nightmare..." Marsha answered quickly. She was about to move onto the next room but Kurt stopped her, finally pulling his eyes away from Blaine.

"No...I mean, why is he here? In a place like this? What happened to him?" Kurt asked rabid fire questions, he almost wasn't able to turn his brain off and stop. He knew that he shouldn't ask, it wasn't his business. However, he couldn't imagine anything so horrible happening to Blaine that he would end up in a place like this. He knew it wasn't drugs, the people that were there for drug rehabilitation were kept in a separate wing of the center; as they tended to have night terrors and that would only cause problems with the other patients. Marsha gave him a quick sympathetic look.

"You know that's not my story to tell. If you want to know, you can ask him yourself. But I don't know if he'll tell you." Marsha said before she walked off to check on the next room. Kurt just turned back to Blaine's room, peering in once more. Throughout all their conversing, Blaine had tossed and turned and was now facing away from Kurt, his face hidden from view.