Puck and Blaine were sitting alone at breakfast. Blaine waited eagerly for Kurt to show up but he never did.
"He's not coming." Puck said as Blaine looked around the cafeteria again.
"How do you know?" Blaine asked.
"I knew kurt before we got here. He was in 6th grade when I was in 7th, I fluncked we ended up being in 7th together, but that's beside the point. We road the bus together and I picked on him. I mean damn near tortured him. And towards the end of the year he started sprinting home every day. He stopped reacting to my bullying so I stopped bullying him. But every day his ran home. So after about a month or two of running home he missed a week of school and stopped running." Puck stopped.
"What was he running to?" Blaine asked.
"You caught on before I did, I thought he was running from me. He was running to his mom, making sure she didn't die while he was at school." Puck looked down as his eyes got watery. "She had cancer and was going to die any day so he would run to her, I hated myself after that. I hated myself for hurting him so much. The last months he had with his mother he had to explain to her why he smelt like a dumpster or why he was wet with toilet water. Why he had black eyes and bruises all over himself. I was so wrong to do that to him but it didn't teach me a lesson, I bullied everyone. I even picked on him in high school, it was all verbal or to his family, I mean, stapling lawn furniture to his roof was hard and worth it, the whole block got the good old Puckerman prank." Puck wiped his eyes and laughed.
"I'm in here because I've got a compulsive behavior disorder. Its extreme and I don't belongs with society. But when I saw Kurt here, I did everything in my power to protect him. But on the anniversary of his mothers death he doesn't even leave his room. I kicked so many orderlies asses telling them to leave him alone. Even if it ended up sending me to lock down."
"That's awful ..." Blaine sighed, "do you know why he is here?" Blaine added after s few moments of silence.
"No, you'll have to ask him that your self." Puck said. "It would be pretty awesome if you two got together. You two are good for each other like Brittany and Santana just not as feminine."
Blaine shook his head and laughed. "I like him a lot but this seems like a dream or a fairy tale. Nothing about this is real life to me."
"Puckerman!" An orderly shouted, Puck sighed and stood up.
"They might have found the hole I was digging to get out of this joint." Puck joked walking away from Blaine.
Blaine at the rest of his breakfast in peace before his old middle school friends Todd and Garrett sat next to him.
"What's up Anderson?" Garrett said popping his knuckles.
"Burn in hell Garrett." Blaine said plainly sipping his hands and standing to look at them. So Garrett and Todd weren't Blaine's friends. They were the neighborhood athletes and once were Blaine's friends. But after a rough game of basketball that ended in a big fight both boys ganged up on Blaine. Luckily when Blaine moved his sophomore year he didn't have to deal with their shit.
"I am burning in hell, I came to drag you back with me." Garrett stared at Blaine with pure hate in his eyes.
"I on the other hand came to forgive you. We were all friends once. And I'd really like to be friends again." Todd said.
"You're kidding right." Blaine said. "I nearly killed you."
"But you didn't, I died last year hunting trip with my dad, I got shot by accident by some other campers. And Garrett died too, he started drinking after I died and drove off a cliff. Did you know after you die you see what should have happened in your life. Did you know the three of us were suppose to be best friends all throughout college well into adulthood. The fight was only going to last a week but you never went to Cooper's to give us those few day to miss you. Things would have been different, but now we are all dead. And maybe if we could just hang out again you would be happier." Todd offered his hand.
"I I-I'm not dead. And even if I was you hate me both of you do. I moved schools because of you two. I don't want to go anywhere with either of you. Leave now. I swear I'll kick your ass if you don't."
Blaine stared between the two boys not knowing what to expect next. "Anderson! What are you doing?" And orderly shouted looking at Blaine talk to the boys.
"You have always been such a little punk ass bitch. Even that pick up game. You took a cheep shot gave Todd a concussion and blamed it on his own doing. No wonder you turned out to be a faggot." Garrett said. Blaine didn't even let Todd speak before his fist connected with Garrett's mouth. Todd stepped away from the fighting boy shaking his head.
Garrett slammed Blaine to the floor but disappeared as Blaine attempted to hit him, instead Blaine hit an orderly, then it was Garrett again. Punching Blaine over and over, Blaine couldn't get an upper hand until he rolled Garrett over and sat on him punching him in the mouth until he fell unconscious. Blaine was pulled of Garrett and was injected with something causing him to pass out. Blaine's last image was everyone surrounding the orderly he managed to beat up thinking it was Garrett.

Blaine woke up in a room that he didn't recognize. The walls were soft jade and the carpet was a warm coffee color. Blaine thought he heard some type of creek sound coming from the halls. He sat up and rubbed his arm wondering what exactly happened. He didn't remember a thing.
He looked around the room, a painting on one wall and a clock that was stopped at 11:09 on the other.
Blaine looked at the door as the knob turned. He was shocked to see Kurt enter.
"What are you doing here?" Blaine asked but Kurt covered his mouth and told him to hush.
"You're in a lot of trouble." Kurt said sympathetically, "what happened?"
"I don't know. I don't remember anything." Blaine said his eyes welting up with tears. Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine and held him for a moment.
"I might not see you for a while, Blaine." Kurt said pulling away and sitting beside Blaine takings his hand to hold.
"Why?" Blaine asked.
"You killed an orderly Blaine... they are going to move you or send you to jail." Kurt said holding back tears.
Blaine froze, the memories rushing back to him. He wasn't actually beating up Garrett by an orderly that was trying to stop him. Blaine felt sick to his stomach, "oh god." Blaine covered his mouth and Kurt saw the blood on his knuckles gaping a little.
"I want you to run away with me Blaine. Lets go somewhere no one can find us." Kurt said.
Blaine shook his head, "I can't, you can't. I'm a horrible person I'm crazy. What if I hurt you. I can't Kurt I'm sorry."
"Blaine listen to me," Kurt said taking Blaine's face in his hands. "You are wonderful and brilliant. I have fallen in love with you."
"How could you love me? I'm out of my mind." Blaine looked down and bit his lip.
"Because I'm out of my mind too," Kurt said just before he leaned over and kissed Blaine. As their lips touched Blaine saw the car crash. He watched the truck explode with Kurt and Cooper beside it. Blaine pulled away and there was no one there. Instead a doctor walked through the door.
"Hi Blaine, I'm your new doctor, Elizabeth Yorke, you can just call me Beth." She smiled softly at Blaine.
"Where is Kurt?" Blaine looked around, he looked down at his knuckles and saw they were cleaned of blood and scratches.
"Kurt Hummel? In his room I'd assume." She said. "Come on, lets walk to my office."