As I blink my eyes open, the light above makes them sting and I wince. I feel groggy and confused. 
I sit up, realise that I'm in bed, then try and remember what happened. Why I am here? I can't remember anything about earlier in the day. 
It hits me like a tonne of bricks. I was beaten. 
I was punched and kicked and bruised, with a broken leg and an injury to my head. I look down to see the damage and wonder why I feel no pain - looking down, instead of seeing a deformed, black and blue leg and bruises, I see nothing.
My skin is clear and my leg is perfect, exactly as it was before.
Cue more confusion; how? I spend a little longer trying to remember anything from earlier. Or was it yesterday?
I look to my clock, to maybe figure out just how long I've been asleep. The figures on the clock are bright and it takes my eyes a few seconds to adjust; it reads 6:45pm. 
I try to recall the time that I passed out. It can't have been that long, a couple of hours probably.
But still I don't know why I am fully healed. I bend over, resting my head in my hands and try to picture what happened. And then it all comes back to me - The hobbling along the corridor, trying desperately to get back to the room, the searing pain that was taking over my whole body, the feeling of no having power. 
I feel myself start to panic. Have my powers gone?! I quickly roll up my sleeves and look down at my hands. I flick my thumb and forefinger together, instantly relieved and pleased to see the spark of fire form. This act seems to drain a lot of energy from me so I put it out immediately.
Going back to thinking about earlier on, after I came through the door, I remember falling to the ground because I wasn't able to hold myself up any longer.
I remember hearing… a voice? And then the sound of glass smashing - But then I remember Blaine. His voice, so worried and full of concern, and I remember wanting to reply to him so badly but I couldn't. I then remember him shouting for Quinn with in panic. 
It starts to make sense - Quinn's a healer, she must have healed me.

Feeling tired and completely out of energy already, I start to think of what to do when I get to Quinn's, before smiling because I really do take my power for granted sometimes. 
I light up my hands and hit myself with the light, restoring my body with the energy it needs.
When light goes out I feel so much better, no longer groggy and exhausted, but instead fresh and energetic. Almost like if nothing had happened. This is what I'm going to make everyone think. 

It's after I've knocked on the door that I remember that Quinn shares a room with Tina and Rachel. Shoot. It's too late to walk away, so I stand and wait for the door to open; thankfully, it's Quinn who does.
She looks at me and a smile appears on her face. 
"Oh my god, Kurt! You're okay, thank god, I was so worried."
She says, before engulfing me in a hug. It feels good to know someone cares, so I smile at her as we break apart.
"Thanks to you, I'm fine. I was actually wondering if we could talk. Are Rachel and Tina here?"
She looks at me with concern, probably taking in my nervous disposition 
"No, they went out for some food. Do you want to come in?"
I nod and enter the room as she gestures with her hand.
It's funny, I've been in this room several times and not once did I feel awkward or uncomfortable. Yet, now, I do. I have no idea where to sit so I just stand, waiting.
Quinn walks past me and sits on the sofa, patting the cushion next to her. I take a seat next to her and sigh. She looks at me.
"Are you alright? I presume you're here because I saw you?"
I nod, "I just wanted to ask a favour of you, even though you have done so much for me already." At her encouraging smile, I continue. 
"I wanted to ask if you could not tell anyone about how I was. I just want to keep it to myself." I can feel her concerned gaze trained on me. 
"… If that's what you really want, Kurt. As long as this doesn't happen again, that is. I mean, maybe someone should kno-"
I interrupt, trying to make my point clear, "I know but it won't and I don't want to talk about it. It reminds me too much of my past and I just don't want anyone to know and make a fuss."
She stares into my eyes for a few, long seconds, looking for anything uncertain. She seemingly finds nothing and says, "Deal."
I exhale and smile gratefully, but decide against leaving the room straight away. I'll have Blaine to face, so I sit and spend the next hour talking to Quinn. I forget how nice she is and as I leave the room, I remind myself to talk to her more often. 

I open the door and see Blaine, hair stuck-up shockingly, as though he'd been running his hands through it, with a very worried expression on his face. I shut the door. 

Blaine turns at the noise, looking instantly relieved to see me standing there
"Hey." I say and walk over to my side of the room, that's when the look of relief disappears and anger takes over his features.
I jump when he starts to shout, quickly spinning round to look at him.
"Hey? Hey! YOU COME IN HERE AND YOU SAY HEY? WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN KURT?!“

I've never seen him this angry – he has no right to be angry, if anyone is going to be angry, it's going to be me! I feel a little bit of anger building up in me but force myself to let it go and respond.
"I just went to see Quinn to; you know, thank her and talk."
This doesn't seem to calm him and although his voice isn't as loud as before, there is still noticeable anger seeping into his words.
"Oh! Well, that's FINE then, just get up and go see your friends when I've been sitting by your side for most of the night, worrying about you! ...You know what? Telling me you were going wouldn't have been so hard to do."
The anger in me is boiling up, I can feel it but I need to stay in control.
"I didn't know I wasn't allowed to go out and see my friends." I say, slightly harshly but hey, I have a hard time controlling my anger.
"Are you kidding me? Yeah, you can go see your friends whenever you like, but when you come through this door BRUISED and BROKEN, not being able to speak and I spend the night looking after you, I think I should know if you get up and leave! But you're obviously FINE now!“

This is what sets me off - he has no right to say those things, he has no idea what I am feeling, or how I've been feeling.
I can't hide the anger anymore. I know this is dangerous for both of us, the chance that I could shift any moment present, but I don't care any more.
"You know me so well, do you Blaine? I'm far from fine and I haven't been for weeks. You want to know what happened? I got beaten up. Yep, some guys beat me up and left me for dead."
I feel my voice getting louder now, " I've been feeling alone for weeks, and like you give a damn, you just want to flirt with me for your own personal game and I'm sick of it! I LIKE YOU BLAINE, HOW DO YOU THINK THIS MAKES ME FEEL? And if you hadn't been such an ass , maybe I wouldn't have been almost killed today, because lets face it, without Quinn, i'd be dead right now."

I look at Blaine, watching the emotions swirl on his face, anger still but also regret and sorrow. His eyes tell me everything. They show guilt and sadness and I never want to see him like this again. 

He speaks to me, voice a lot softer now.
"I felt so bad when I saw you were hurt Kurt, I don't know what I'd do if you were gone. When I'm with you, I don't feel so alone."
Still full of anger and hate, I scoff at how he uses the word alone, he has no idea what alone really feels like. "Sometimes it's better to be alone." 
"...What do you mean?" 
Blaine's voice breaks and he's about to cry - making me feel like the bad guy, and i'm not. I'm the one who has been hurt, mentally and physically, for being myself. Anger reaching its full capacity, there's no way of me calming down now.

"BECAUSE NO ONE CAN HURT YOU THEN!"
I shout, letting all my feelings out in that one loaded line. I can no longer hold my shape any longer, I shift into the only animal that has protected me from these feeling; the wolf. I jump through the window, smashing it and run. I run and run, into the darkness and through trees but somehow I don't think the shift can help me now. I keep running, until the light of the school is just a small dim shade behind me before transforming back into me. I curl up on the ground resting my back on a tree before I start to cry. Crying until the pain goes away but I'm afraid I'll run out of tear because the pain is far too much.