"Hello, my name is Kurt Hummel and I am here because of my anorexia and self-harm." Kurt annouced, sitting back in the chair and sighing when his introduction was finally over. Or he thought it was, at least.

"Hi, Kurt." Everyone in the circle replied, staring at Mr. Scheuster to move forward with today's therapy.

Kurt was alone, he did not yet know anyone's name, except for Blaine, so Kurt placed his chair next to him. Blaine smiled, at ease with the thought he'd have a new friend in this gloomy-old place.

"Well Kurt, it's lovely we have you here. We'll start with group introductions first and then we'll move in to some partner activity." Mr. Schue scribbled down something in his bulky notepad, straightening out his hand to point toward a thin, latina girl with brown hair next to him. "Santana, you can start when you're ready." 

"I'm Santana Lopez and I'm here for anger management. I've been coming to these meetings for 3 months now and so far I am seeing no sign of improvement." Santana smiled sarcastically to reveal a gorgeous set of teeth.She seems...nice, Kurt thought.

"Thank you, Santana," Mr. Schue rolled his eyes and looked over at a blonde girl who seemed slightly ditzy. "Brittany, go ahead." 

"I'm pretty sure my name is Brittany Pierce and to be honest I'm not sure why I'm here." She also smiled at the group, shrugging off as if nothing was out of the ordinary.

Kurt looked around for further explanation, slightly confused.

"She's not all...there. Mentally, obviously. But we're pretty sure she has social anxiety disorder." Blaine whispered, patting Kurt's knee slightly and leaning back into his chair as well.

"Right.." Kurt agreed, turning his attention to a heavy set black girl, with a lovely sense of style. Kurt approved of her immediately.

"Mercedes Jones, I'm here because I'm obese. But damn, do I be rockin' these jeans." She marveled at herself, earning a giggle from the group.

Another blonde girl looked around, as if to confirm it was really her turn.

"My name is Quinn Fabray. I've been attending group therapy for about 3 weeks now and I have bipolar disorder. Welcome to the group, Kurt." Quinn was the first one to acknowledge Kurt's new existance to the group before anyone else. He was grateful that someone did. 

It was Blaine's turn next.

Kurt already knew his story, they had been over it numerous times, exchanging horror stories of their depressing lives through texts and meetings at their houses. They were friends. Both boys could relate to each other, the known suffering and the constant crave to want to be gone. To whither away to just dust in the summer air, whisking away in the wind.

"I'm Blaine Anderson, I have severe depression." His introduction was short and choppy, the headline to the chapter was already filled in his book for Kurt. It was like it was only written for him, only Kurt knew about it.

Because he trusted Kurt, everything Kurt said. They shared a bond.

The circle was only half-full today (It was a Friday afternoon, which meant BUSY!) so it was cut into partner work.

The group was assigned to write a poem about their pain and how they felt they improved. Kurt of course was sitting across from Blaine, their ankles brushing against each other every so often, earning a blush from both of the two young boys.

"I sit awake each night, stilling, living with fright.

Nothing seems to get better, I guess I'll be waiting forever. 

But I've found someone new,

Someone who can relate to me, there are very few,

Maybe he is my savior, 

And I can be his martyr." 

Kurt read aloud to Blaine. He noticed there was a twinkle in Blaine's honey-glazed eyes, they were large and glassy. They seemed to peer into Kurt's soul, telling him that He knew. He understood what Kurt was trying to say. They had found each other, they had been waiting for years now.

"That was beautiful Kurt.." Blaine wiped his noise, sniffling a bit. No one understood how heart-wrenching this feeling was. They didn't have a disease or disorder, they had pain. Real, aching pain that lingered everyday for numerous reasons. They were not sick, and they never would be.