Obviously, things were difficult. Kurt went through periods of calm, collected joy and he went through periods of harsh, unforgiving depression. Blaine, always one to help, did what he could to ease the latter and elongate the other. When Kurt wanted to go to the park and spend the day with Tyler, Blaine went to the park and spent the day with the both of them. When Kurt wanted to lie in bed all day and cry, Blaine held him and whispered sweet nothings in his ear. In the end, he did all he could to help Kurt deal with the things that regulated Kurt's moods.

Sometimes it wasn't enough, though. Sometimes, Kurt was so happy that he refused to let up when others weren't and sometimes he was so sad or angry that he lashed out at those he loved. After a particularly trying evening, Blaine sat him down and they discussed the one thing that the young man avoided like the plague; therapy.

Kurt, stubborn as a mule, refused to believe that he needed to lay out his feelings for a stranger. "I'm fine." He said whenever Burt or Carole broached the subject. He wasn't fine. There were days when he felt as if his insides were being ripped out. Those days were the days he stayed in bed.

Blaine refused to let the situation rest. Whenever Kurt wasn't completely Kurt, he made the suggestion. Whenever he made the suggestion, Kurt turned him down. "I'm fine."

One day, during yet another park adventure with Tyler, things reached a boiling point. Oddly enough, their argument started over the weather. "I think we should head home, Tyler. It looks like it's going to rain." Blaine shouted from his spot on the bench. He'd sat for hours watching Kurt and Tyler push each other on the swings and he'd enjoyed every minute of it. Kurt was tense that morning and the professor thought the day was going to be a difficult one. It wasn't, however. The moment Tyler asked to go to the park, Kurt's eyes lit up and a slow smile crept across his face.

His boyfriend and Tyler turned to him with frowns on their faces. "Do we have to leave, Blaine? I'm having fun." Tyler shouted. The running house joke was that Tyler was Finn's little brother and not Kurt's. Every day, he acted a little more like the soldier. This was no exception. One night while Blaine and Carole were enjoying tea on the porch, she told him about the epic battles she had with her son when she told him it was time to leave the park. Tyler usually reacted the same way, so Blaine knew what was in store for him. Or so he thought.

"Yeah, Blaine. We're having fun. We don't have to leave yet." Kurt chimed. The young man then turned his attention back to his brother and began to push him on the swing. With a sigh, Blaine stood from his seat and crossed the playground. He passed through the group of people that were leaving –because it's about to rain- and made his way to where his boyfriend and Tyler were playing.

Just as he stepped out of the sandbox, he felt a raindrop hit the tip of his nose. "Seriously guys, it's starting to rain. We should head back to the house." They ignored him; literally. He was close enough for them to hear him, so they couldn't blame it on the distance. "Guys, it's starting to rain really hard. We have to go."

Kurt and his brother turned to look at the professor. They each gave him their best bitch glare, marred by the rain of course, before turning back to the swings and continuing. It started to rain harder. In the distance, the faint clap of thunder could be heard over the steady falling of the rain.They're really going to stay out here.

The professor crossed his arms and watched for a moment. He was at a loss for a solution. After that moment passed, he decided to try again. "Seriously, we're getting all wet. Let's get in the car and go back to the house."

"No!" They both shouted. He wasn't surprised by Tyler's reaction, he was a child after all, but he Kurt was not. Kurt was a full grown man, but he was acting younger than the seven year old.

Blaine was done. "Tyler. Get your behind to the car now. If you don't, I'm calling Burt and telling him about this. Kurt, I don't know what your deal is, but you need to figure it out before I get to that car. I'm not sitting around while you wait patiently in the middle of the park for this downpour to pass. We're pulling off in five minutes. Figure it out." The professor barked. He saw a hint of defiance cross his boyfriend's face. Kurt was past the point of no return. He was the most hard-headed person Blaine knew, so he knew Kurt would likely sit on the swing set until the sun came back out.Fuck.

Tyler and Blaine sat in the car for half an hour before Blaine gave up. From the parking lot, he watched Kurt pump his legs to build momentum on the swing. He was lost. "Why does Kurt get to stay when I have to leave?" Tyler asked bitterly.

Blaine wasn't sure how to explain to the little boy that Kurt was going through things that were swishing his thoughts around. "I don't know, Tyler. Honestly...just....I'll be right back. I have to go grab him. Stay here." The professor exited the car and made his way through the rain back to the swing set.

"Come on, Kurt. It's raining cats and dogs and I need you to come inside. You're going to catch a cold." Begging; it was his last option. His boyfriend didn't respond. Instead, he sat on the swing, staring at his feet. "Seriously, Kurt. This is –"

"...crazy." Kurt finished. While he was watching Blaine and Tyler crossing the park to Blaine's car, he tried to figure out why he was still sitting at the park. He hated the rain. He hated the way it his hair unmanageable for days. He hated the melancholy mood that it brought about. Yet, he refused to leave it.

Kurt watched as his boyfriend squatted in front of him. His curls hung wild and free as the rain washed away their gel confines. "You're not crazy, baby. You just..." He waves his hands around in an attempt to catch the right words. "You...there is so much that has happened in your life. It's hard to deal with that sometimes. You're not crazy. You're just trying to deal with it all. If I went through what you've gone through, I'd feel the same way. I'd probably be running around naked in the rain or something. You're handling it well, you just...some things take time – and assistance."

Kurt nodded. He knew what was coming next. Rather than let Blaine start a lecture on the topic –he's a professor, lecturing is his life-Kurt broached it himself. "I know you guys think I should see someone. I'd love to, I really would, but I'm scared."

Blaine moved closer and took his boyfriend's hand. Their fingers slid together like pieces of a puzzle. "Why are you scared, baby?"

"I'm scared they'll judge me." The young man answered honestly. "I've gone to a therapist before and all I got from it was a complex."

"Then you'll go to a different one. And if you don't like that one, then we'll try a different one. No one should ever make you feel judged or uncomfortable. We'll run the gauntlet of therapists if we have to. I just want you to be you again and I think you need a little help doing that."

Kurt smiled down at his boyfriend. He looked beautiful with rain dripping from his cheeks and drops hanging from his eyelashes. "I want to be me again too."

"So, you'll consider talking to someone?" Blaine was hopeful; extremely hopeful. He wanted his boyfriend to be happy again and he knew in his heart that speaking to someone would help accomplish that task.

"Yeah, I'll speak with someone." The men smiled at each other as Blaine climbed to his feet.My knees hurt. I'm so old.The professor helped his boyfriend to his feet and they walked to the car hand in hand. They had a long road ahead of them, but their decision made the journey seem easier.

"You gave a very detailed description of your issue in the questionnaire I had you fill out, Kurt." It was Kurt's first day of therapy and he was a wreck. Too afraid not to give all pertinent information, he went through four pieces of paper and his entire life story trying to make sure the doctor knew anything and everything there was to know. He wanted help and he knew that he would only get help if he was honest and forthcoming with information. Nothing was off limits anymore.

Kurt turned to the doctor and smiled. "Yes, ma'am. I'm not sure if what's happened recently led to my current situation or if things throughout my life led to it. All I know is that I haven't been myself for a while and I really want to get back to being me. I like me. Or at least I used to." Dr. Pillsbury nodded absently as she flipped through the notes.

She's reading it like it's a damn novel.Kurt watched as she scanned each page. She didn't seem fazed until she reached a part at the bottom of one of his pages. Kurt continued to watch as she gingerly placed the pieces of paper down and met his gaze. "I find some things in this summary to be a bit disturbing." She began.

Kurt felt himself sink back into the seat.Here goes nothing."It says in here that you used to do pornography. Were you safe while you did this?" She asked. The ex-performer –giving up the money from that job was the hardest thing I ever did. It was worth it though.- stared at her with wide eyes. Was that what she took from the summary? Neither of her eyelashes batted when she read about his abandonment by his mother and her face remained completely calm during the section where he discussed being sold to his mother's crazy husband. All she cared about was the pornography.

"I was alone." Kurt answered simply.

"Right but....do you get tested regularly? STDs are no laughing matter. Here, I have some Lysol in this cabinent. Why don't we spray you with some? All that sweat and....bodily fluids can be messy and..." Before she could finish the sentence, Kurt was standing from his chair. She was obviously not the right doctor for him.

"....then she went on and on about STDs and how she wanted to spray me down with Lysol." Blaine shook his head. He wanted to chuckle –I never expected that- but he refrained. Until Kurt found an acceptable therapist, he was still susceptible to the overwhelming emotions he was feelings.

"We'll call another tomorrow." The professor replied, pulling his boyfriend closer to his chest. It was a warm, September night and things were looking up. He just hoped they could find a therapist that would actually help Kurt, rather than make him feel more downcast than he already did.

"Kurt, I read your questionnaire and...I've got to tell you, there are things that worry me in here." It was their third therapist and Kurt was reaching his wit's end. Each time one didn't work out, he felt more hopeless than he had before. I just want help. Now that I want it, I can't have it.

"There are things that worry me in there as well. That's why I'm here. I've gone through some things lately and I think they're affecting me more deeply than I'd like to admit. They're affecting my relationship with life and my relationship with my loved ones."

The young man nodded. There were definitely things in the report that he felt would affect a relationship. "Kurt, before we start, I have a question for you. I want you to think long and hard about this question. Okay?"

Kurt nodded. Slowly, he leaned towards him; wanting to make sure he heard every word of the question. The way he made it sound, it was going to be one of those questions that would blow the lid off his entire way of thinking. He wanted that type of breakthrough.

Dr. Hart smiled at the young man, thrilled that his patient seemed to be taking the situation seriously. "Kurt, what is your relationship with Jesus Christ?"

The ex-performer eyed the doctor skeptically for a moment.Is the guy with the dreads and the tattoos asking me about my relationship with ....what?Kurt decided not to answer the question. He simply gathered his things and left. Obviously, Dr. Hart was not the doctor for him.

"How did it...?" Kurt cut his boyfriend off as he trudged through the living room.

"Jesus freak."

"Damn."

Kurt's knee bounced excitedly as he waited for the doctor to see him. It was his fourth therapist and he was anxious. He wanted her to be different than the rest. He wanted her to be understanding and compassionate about the work she did. He hadn't found that with the others he tried. This doctor was rumored to be one of the best in town, however, so he was putting the fates in her hands.

If this appointment didn't work out, then he didn't feel the need to see a fifth. He and Blaine discussed it the night before and decided that they would explore other options if the therapist road ended at a dead end. "Kurt Hummel." The receptionist shouted.

Kurt jumped up quickly and rushed over to the desk. "The doctor will see you now." She advised. The young man followed her though a long hall towards an office. "She'll be in here in a moment. Make yourself comfortable."

Learning from past experiences, Kurt didn't make himself comfortable. He placed himself gingerly on the ledge of the leather couch in the room and waited patiently. A few moments later, a woman, presumably the doctor based on her lab coat, stepped in. "Kurt?" She asked. The young man nodded and watched as she slid into her chair. "I'm Dr. Lopez and I'll be seeing you. As you know, I didn't make you fill out a questionnaire, but that's because I don't want you to write about why you're here. It's better to get it from the horse's mouth – pun intended, you have huge lips."

Kurt absently ran his fingers over the slightly chapped surface of his lips. "They're not that big." He replied, still rubbing his lips.

The doctor rolled her eyes. "Whatever, Lips. You've got an hour of my time and I've got an hour to think of adjectives to describe your mouth."

Kurt's mouth fell open.Is she for real? I hope so. She's got this drill sergeant demeanor and I like it. "Umm...yeah...talking. That'll be good."

"So talk then." The doctor instructed. And Kurt did. He started from one end and finished at the other. Despite his dislike of the story, the young man felt like he was finally telling it for a reason. He was finally going to make sense of everything that happened in his life and he'd finally found someone other than family to help him do it.Finally.