Green fields priority is to make sure that the troubled teens that are admitted get the best care possible and ensure they can have a safe future.
Kurt had been here a total of 10 minutes and already he wanted to go home. Hed been quickly shown around and given a tour of the cafeteria, gardens, group and private therapy rooms and finally shown to his room. 
Everything was sterile and clean. The reception was big, with one desk in the right corner facing the front door with some computers and leaflets on it, a small round table and four chairs in one corner and finally, in the last corner, a door, A big black door that needed a key code to get in and out of. 
So thats how they keep the crazies in thought Kurt. 
He was take down a corridor, again white and smelling like bleach, that had light green doors down each side until they stopped outside one of them. Next to the door where the numbers 315 and underneath, the name, Kurt Hummel. 
The room wasnt very big, but wasnt small either. It wasnt white, this time a light blue. ("Blue is a calming colour" the nurse had said. "We want everyone to be calm.") There were two beds, one either side of the room, each with a white and black bedside table with some small flowers in a vase on top and closet at the end of the bed. A window was stuck between the beds, looking more than slightly out of place, and had a view out to a field. At the end of the room was a small door, leading to his en suit bathroom. 
The nurse showed him his bed and left hastily, knowing that time with family matters in these situations.  His parents had stood by his door as he unpacked, knowing they wouldnt be able to see him for a while. 
"...and you need to eat your 5 a day. Just remember we love you and call us as soon as you can. Okay?" His mother finally finished her long list of instructions for Kurt, tears already falling on their walk to the front door. 
"I will mum." He muttered quietly. he hugged her and his dad briefly. 
"Im going to miss you kiddo." His dads breathed. Kurt merely nodded in response. 
"I think its time to go now.." One of the nurses (penny? Page?) intervened. She was short and plump, with Blonde hair pulled back in a neat bun and chubby cheeks. 
Kurt and his parents nodded. More hugs were given and more tears shed before they hesitantly walked out the door, leaving their son behind. 
"Theres another boy," the nurse started again. (Seriously what was her name?) "hes being admitted tomorrow and will be sharing your room." 
"Whatd he do to get sent to this hell hole?" Kurt bit harshly. 
The nurse simply raised an eyebrow and walked off, getting herself back to work. 
Kurt spent the rest of the day setting up his room. There would be no photos, those stupid fucking flowers they put in there had been thrown out the window and every bit of clothing had its place. 
Kurt had brought his own comforters from home and laid it out on his assigned bed, before curling up into a ball and crying. He hated being here. He didnt want to be here. Stupid fucking doctors and stupid fucking parents couldnt make him eat, couldnt make him get better. 
He was fat and he knew it. Why were people trying to get him to eat when he didnt need to? There was so much fat on his body, why were they trying to make him fatter?
At 6 oclock on the dot, the same nurse knocked on his door. Kurt was on monitored eating until they could trust him to take charge of his own meals. 
"Come on sweetie. Dinner time." Kurt peeled himself away from the bed and shuffled to the cafeteria. 
He picked up a plate and looked back at the nurse who simply gestures for him to continue. The cafeteria was buffet style, with a wide range of foods. Kurt went straight for salad. After putting 2 lettuce leaves, a small tomato and a few pieces of rocket on his plate, he turned back to the nurse. 
She shook her head slightly. "Sorry Kurt, you need a little more food than that. Something not salad. How about some chicken? Or maybe some fish?" She asked, softly as she could. 
"Sorry means you wont do it again." He snapped, putting some chicken on his plate.
 As he was walking to a table, he was stopped by a cafeteria worker. "Name?" He demanded. 
"Kurt Hummel." 
The man handed him a bottle and walked off. Kurt turned, confused, to the nurse standing next to him. 
"Its called build up shake. Contains vitamins and minerals and calories to help you gain weight." 
Anxiously, Kurt bit his lip, before finding a place to sit in a far corner, away from everyone else. 
"Sure you dont want to sit with them?" The nurse (this is getting ridiculous. she told him her name, what is it?!) asked, gesturing to a group of teens his age all sitting on a table together, talking loudly and laughing together.
Kurt simply shook his head and started eating. He tried to eat slowly but the nurse was giving him looks, telling him to eat a little bit faster. He hated it. The feeling of food filling him up was killing him. He hated the feel of being full.  
Once hed finished, after nearly an hour, she escorted him back to his room, telling him that the others were in the games room if he wanted to join and that lights out would be at 10. It was 6;30 already so Kurt shook his head, instead deciding hed explore. 
He slipped on an over sized jumper, his fashionable outfits being way to big for him now and not feeling worthy of wearing such nice clothes, and made his way outside. 
It was already getting dark, the sun only just setting but the sky still a blue-grey. He wondered around outside, finding a flower garden. Being the end of spring, there were flowers everywhere. Tulips, daffodils, roses and forget-me-nots, coated the garden, only parting for a small pathway and 3 benches and two swings at the end of the path. 
Kurt marvelled at the beauty of it. His mother loved flowers. When he was little he had his own flower patch in the front garden that he had full reign over. He used to sit outside for hours and sing to the little saplings to nurture them. It was no wonder they grew to be the most beautiful. 
Kurt wondered through the flowers until he found a small gap, just big enough for him to sit in and be concealed. He softly hummed, trying to work up the courage to sing for the first time in years. 
"I float in a boat, in a raging black ocean." He started before hearing someone approach. 
"Kurt?" The nurse called. "Kurt? Its Dorothy." 
Dorothy! Thats her name!
"Kurt. Id like to introduce you to the others." 
Kurt slowly crawled through the flowers to the benches, so as to hide his secret spot. "No thank you." He said when hed stood up. "Not right now." 
The nurse, Dorothy, smiled. "Okay. But within the first week we like to introduce you all. You missed group therapy today and we wont make you go tomorrow but on Tuesday we expect you to attend with everyone. Do you still have your time table that I gave you?"
Kurt nodded. 
"Great okay. Well we stick to that. Your roommate will be here early in the morning and we will give you some bonding time between breakfast and lunch when youd normally have group. Is that okay?" 
Kurt simply nodded again, making his way towards the facility. Dorothy smiled and walked him back to his room, ensuring him that shed be there if he needed anything. He thanked her briefly and went into his room, closing his door behind him. 
He grabbed his new note pad. 
Dear diary, 
This is going to be a long year...