"You have to at least eat something," Blaine begged as he sat next to Kurt's bed. Kurt had sat up a while ago, moving his fingers and arms, wincing at the small amount of pain he felt.

"I'm not hungry!" Kurt had been trying to convince Blaine for the last 20 minutes he wasn't hungry. And he wasn't! But Blaine was stubborn and wouldn't leave the subject alone.

"Kurt, you have to eat. At least a cracker or something, please?" Blaine's eyes had grown as large as saucers, Kurt rolling his eyes at the puppy-dog face he was attempting.

"But I'm not hungry."

"Kurt." Blaine said sternly this time, dropping the puppy-dog act and narrowing his eyes. He stood up and sighed, crossing his arms. "Don't make me force you. I really don't want to have to."

"Have to do what?"

Neither of the boys had heard the door open and both jumped, startled as Carole's voice appeared in the room. Blaine spun around, his palm placed against his chest as he took a deep breath. "Carole.. You scared me."

"Sorry. Kurt!" Carole's lips pulled into a large smile before setting her bags on the floor and hurrying over to the boy. She placed her arms around him and gave him a short hug, her hands resting on his upper arms as she pulled back to look at him. "You look awful, you need food."

"I told you," Blaine muttered.

Kurt rolled his eyes again and shook his head, "I'm not hungry, Carole. But thanks anyway. Where's my dad?"

"He's in the bathroom. Finn is stopping by later." She leaned forward to press a kiss to Kurt's cheek before pulling away and hurrying over to one of the bags she had brought along. "Here, I brought crackers. I want you to at least eat a couple. You need it." Carole ripped open the plastic sleeve and handed Kurt a couple crackers. Kurt glared at them as Blaine chuckled, which caused Kurt to stick his tongue out at his boyfriend. "Eat." Carole ordered. Kurt sighed, putting a cracker to his lips and starting to nibble at the edge.

"I'm going to go down the cafe and get a coffee. Carole do you want anything?" Blaine said, slipping his hands into the pockets of the blue hospital scrubs.

"No, I'm good. I have water right here," she motioned toward the bag she had gone back to.

"Alright. I'll be right back," he fleetingly touched Kurt's arm before spinning around to walk out of the room.

"Hey, can I have a coffee?" Kurt called.

"Kurt, I don't know-" Blaine began as he stopped in the doorway.

"Go ahead, let him have one. It might make him feel better to have something familiar." Carole intoned from her position.

Blaine nodded with a smile. "The usual?"

"Of course," Kurt grinned as he put the cracker back to his lips, watching Blaine disappear around the corner. He busied himself with the cracker, his eyes flicking to the door as his dad finally walked in. The smile that lit up Burt's face made Kurt's heart break. He wondered if they would have seen such a genuine smile if he hadn't survived. "Dad!" Kurt smiled, setting the crackers on the table next to his bed.

Burt engulfed Kurt in his arms, holding him close. The feeling of his son's body against his was so familiar and comforting, he had missed it so much in the last few days. Kurt had been so distant that it scared him and now he found out he actually had a reason to fear. His eyes were clenched shut, the pressure behind his eyes growing as he hugged Kurt close. "Don't do that to me," he said as he pulled away to look at him. "Ever. Again. Do you hear me?"

"Yeah... Dad. I hear you." Kurt's voice was quiet and strained as he swallowed. He should be getting yelled at for his decision. Worse then the scolding his father gave him that was barely even a scolding. He deserved to get yelled at for ruining people's lives for those few hours.

Burt pulled away fully from Kurt and felt Carole slip an arm around his waist. "Now, finish your crackers."

Kurt nodded, reaching for his half eaten cracker to begin nibbling on it again. He watched as Carole and Burt talked, smiles meeting their lips every time they met Kurt's gaze. Where was Blaine?

Just on time Blaine came walking in, two steaming styrofoam cups in hand. "Nonfat mocha," he smiled, gingerly handing Kurt the cup. Kurt used both hands to grip it, dull pain making it's way back to his wrists.

"Thank you," Kurt sighed, bringing the cup up to his nose and breathing in deeply. "Mm. Coffee."

"Coffee? Are you sure he's even allowed to have that?" Came Burt's voice as he stepped towards Blaine, a look of concern mixed with protectiveness on his face.

"Burt, I told Blaine to get him it. He needs something comforting. Besides Blaine, coffee was the next best thing." Carole smiled at the two boys patting Burt's should. Blaine returned Carole's smile before boosting himself up onto the edge of the bed. He let his legs hang off the side as he looked at the cup in his hands. Carole and Burt were over in the corner bickering cutely as Blaine glanced up at Kurt.

"So. I was talking with the doctor. He was very iffy on telling me anything because I'm not family but he let it slide after a moment." Blaine glanced back down at his coffee, his finger tracing the rim of the cup. "Um, I was curious of when you were able to go home. And he said you could maybe go home in the next couple days." Kurt's eyebrows lifted at this, the corners of his lips pulled up a bit. "But... You're going to be going to a counselor... And going to group meetings here."

Kurt's eyebrows fell, his lips curling downward. The room had grown silent, Carole and Burt listening to what Blaine had to tell. "Fun. A counselor and group meetings." He laughed humorlessly. "I am really crazy aren't I."

Blaine looked over at Kurt, his lips part slightly as he reached out to touch his wrist fleetingly. He shook his head slowly, "You aren't crazy."

"I am. I mean. I just tried to kill myself. The proof is kinda right here under these bandages. Now everyone will be calling me not only a fag but now a psycho. This is fantastic." He muttered angrily, glaring at his cup.

Blaine winced at Kurt's harsh choice of words. "Kurt, stop. You aren't a psycho. It's just... It's normal. You had problems and had no way to deal with them. This being the only way you knew how."

"Oh shut up. I know you're thinking I'm crazy and same with my dad and Carole. You're probably thinking of sending me to a psychiatric hospital." Kurt snapped, glaring harder at his cup, not making eye contact.

Blaine didn't know what to say as he glanced back at Carole and Burt. They looked at him sadly, Burt's hands squeezing at Carole's shoulder. Blaine turned back to Kurt, his eyes drifting to the cup of coffee in his hands. Kurt was beginning to squeeze the cup, his fingers shaking. Blaine set his cup down before slipping Kurt's out of his fingers, setting it next to his own. He got on his knees and scooted over the bed till he was close to Kurt and pulled him into a hug. Kurt just slumped against him, his hands staying in his lap where they continued to shake. "You aren't psychotic, Kurt." Blaine whispered into the boy's ear.

Kurt sniffled, resting his head on Blaine's shoulder. "I do nothing but ruin everyone's lives."

"Stop talking like that." Blaine murmured as he clutched his boyfriend to him. "You haven't ruined anyone's life."

Kurt stayed silent, pulling against Blaine's grasp. Blaine unfurled his arms and sat back. He watched Kurt's face, his eyes still trained on his lap. "I love you." Blaine said, his voice strong as he reached out to rest his hand on Kurt's crossed leg.

Kurt looked up, his eyes wide for a moment before closing them. He didn't deserve this. He deserved nothing. He didn't answer Blaine, biting his bottom lip softly. Blaine's heart lodged into his throat and stayed there, his eyes burning as he looked away. He stood up from the bed and grabbed for his coffee. He took a seat in a chair by the window and sat there, bending his leg over his knee. He looked down at the cup in his hand, trying to control himself and his emotions. Kurt hadn't answered him. He had ignored him. What if he didn't love him anymore?

Burt and Carole watched the exchange sadly, Carole looking at Burt who had a strange look on his face. "Burt?"

"We have to talk when we get home," was all he said, glancing down to meet her gaze.

Blaine was still occupying the seat by the window when everyone began to say goodbye. Carole had gone and gotten them all food from the cafe earlier when Finn had showed up with his girlfriend Rachel Berry. They had spent the rest of the day at the hospital, Rachel catching Kurt up on what was going on in school, trying her hardest not to let her eyes fall down to the bandages wrapped around his wrists. When visitor hours were almost over Carole began to herd everyone together, bags in hand. She left Blaine an overnight bag that had extra clothes and toiletries so he could use the bathroom at the hospital. Everyone exchanged hugs, except for Finn who awkwardly stood by the door, lifting his hand in a small wave. "'Bye, Kurt." He said in a soft voice before nodding to Blaine and disappearing out the door with Rachel skipping behind him.

Blaine followed the people out, closing the door quietly behind them, turning to look at Kurt. In the time it took for Blaine to go to the door and close it Kurt had slipped under his blanket, turned on his side; his back to Blaine. The sight pained Blaine, but he expected this. The doctor had told him to. Kurt was going to have mood swings, he was going to snap easily, Blaine would just have to hold on a bit longer for his boyfriend to return to normal.

He walked over and drug the seat back to the edge of Kurt's bed, slumping back into it and getting comfortable, his eyes on Kurt's back. He didn't plan on going to sleep, but watching Kurt was better than staring out into the dark night.

Kurt could hear crying. Muffled screams. He didn't know where they were coming from, everything black and cold. He blinked, multiple times, wondering if he was awake or asleep. He blinked once more and when he opened his eyes everything came into view. Or at least what he could see. A lone bed in the middle of a dirty room, a room that belonged to a boy he could tell. He tripped and stumbled on his way to the bed, the comforters and sheets messed up. Suddenly he was face down on it and the crying became his, tears streaming down his face. Screams that crawled up his throat were muffled as his face was shoved into the mattress that smelled of mixtures of cologne and dirty clothes. He could feel rough hands against his skin, cruel whispers in his ears. His heart was beating fast and loud against his chest; he was beginning to panic. His screams became louder, loud breathing in his ear, warm breaths against his back. "Please, stop. Please!" His cries were ignored; his stomach clenching and heaving sickeningly-

"Kurt!" Blaine had his hands on the boy's shoulders, shaking his body. "Wake up!"

Kurt jolted awake, a yell escaping his lips as his eyes flew open. "Stop! Please!" he whimpered in a high pitched voice, his body shaky, covered in sweat.

Blaine placed his hands on either side of Kurt's face and made his gaze meet his own. "Kurt, it's me. It's Blaine. I'm not doing anything. You have to calm down." The machines beside the bed was going crazy, the beeping erratic.

"Get your hands off of me!" Kurt gasped, shoving Blaine's hands away and sitting up. He stared at Blaine with wide eyes, his stomach twisting with nausea.

Blaine stepped away from the bed, a hurt expression on his face. "I was trying to help. You were having a nightmare," he said quietly.

Kurt took in Blaine's face and realization sunk in. It was Blaine standing before him, and he was in the hospital. He wasn't in the dank college dorm. He was safe, for the most part. Blaine looked hurt, like someone had kicked his puppy and something snapped inside of Kurt. He put his face in his hands and began to cry, his body heaving with the sobs. Blaine scrambled over to the bed and crawled up next to him, cramped between the rails. Blaine hesitated before wrapping his arms around the boy and pulling him against his chest to let him cry against his chest. "You're not crazy." Blaine whispered into Kurt's hair, closing his eyes as the boy shook in his arms. "You're not crazy."