"Hi... Um I would like to check myself into the hospital." Blaine said hesitantly to the girl running the counter, he ran his hand through his hair nervously. 

The red headed woman nodded not one curl bouncing from obviously to much hair gel, and she took out a paper from her desk. "The reason, sir?" She asked politely hovering a pen over the paper waiting for an answer. 

"Suicidal thoughts..." Blaine said. "...and self harm." He added quietly tears threatening to spill. He wasnt ready to talk about it. She collected more information until she was done with all the question as in name and address. 

"Alright. Please wait at the waiting room and I will get a doctor soon as possible." The counter woman said pointing at the small waiting room which was completely empty. Not a lot of people at the hospital at 4:00 am. 

Breathe in... Breathe out... Breathe in... Br- "Blaine Anderson." A man said from behind making Blaine jump to his feet, the man had dark hair, green eyes, a white doctors coat on, and a stethoscope hanging loosely over his neck. 

The doctor led him to a small white room and sat him down, asking him questions. "When did you realize you needed help?" The doctor asked Blaine looking into his eyes with a sympathetic look. "Um.. When I started self-harming which was a month ago or so. But tonight I was about to jump off a bridge but... I couldnt do it... I couldnt leave my friends like that."

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Blaine was transfixed from the water as he looked down at the haunting water rushed underneath him. Calling to him like sirens. His hands trembled and clenched as he walked closer and closer to the end of the bridge. If he jumped... All his pain would simply disappear and sink with him. He took a step closer. No one would miss him anyways, not even his own flesh and blood. He took another step towards the end, a tear slipping down his face. 

Blaine was the edge. One more step. Blaine looked back down the rushing water that was now lit up by the moon. He looked down at the scars that marked his wrist and winced. He wanted to forget. Now.

The boy needed help now. He started to trudge towards his bike, his legs felt glued to the concrete but he kept moving as he beared his teeth together. Not today... Your not taking me today. 

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"When did your depression start?" The doctor asked after writing down the last answer looking back up at Blaine. "Well... In High school I was constantly bullied because of my sexuality-" the doctor nodded understandingly knowing where this was heading. "I was hit, beaten, bullied, and people were so hateful towards me, I started cutting and things started getting worse and worse until I started getting dangerously suicidal. I have considered taking my own life more than I have considered keeping it." Blaine said truthfully looking down at his shoes trying to hide his tears and failing terribly. 

"College year it started getting better, I started making good friends, going to parties, all that good stuff, and I even had a boyfriend named Jeremy... I was head over heels about him. He had other things on his mind though. He raped me freshman year of college." Blaine gulped closing his eyes tightly trying not to replay the scene in his head. "I was terrified... So terrified, he took away the only thing I had left."

"Im sorry to hear that. I will show you your room and introduce you to your roommate. We will go over more things tomorrow and explain how the day will go for now on while your visiting." The doctor said standing up and Blaine followed him, they walked down the hall and Blaine took everything in, everything seemed to be white, white walls, white furniture, white tables, and white chairs. It all seemed so plain. 

They stepped into the elevator and the doctor pressed number 7 which read "Mental Care". When they reached that floor they stepped out and continued the way to his room. 

It hurt Blaine to see all the people around him like "this". People crying, throwing things, talking to themselves, and twitching. They definitely have had it harder than himself.

They reached Blaines room which was at the very end of the hall and the doctor knocked before slowly walking in. "Kurt... You got a new roommate."