BADFBH 4 

Meeting.
The night had been long and cold for Kurt. Being in a new place where he knew nobody was scary.  the thought of another boy staying in his room was terrifying him. What if he was a jock? What if he was homophobic? What if he-
His thoughts were cut short by voices coming from down the corridor. It was 7 am and Dorothy the nurse had told him that no ones up until 9. The voices were getting closer until there was a light tapping at the door. 
"Come in." Kurt said in a strained voice. 
The door opened and Dorothy was standing there. "Kurt, your new room mate has arrived a bit early." She turned to the door, past Kurts field of vision. "Come in, dont be shy." She said in a soft tone. "Blaine, this is Kurt. Kurt, this is Blaine. Youll be sharing a room from now on. Okay?" 
The boy, Blaine, slowly walked in. He wasnt short per ce, just a little shorter than Kurt. He had dark curly locks that covered his eyes and most of his face. He was in an oversized knitted jumper that covered his torso and arms, ending around his thighs and a pair of black skinny jeans, Big black Doc Martins on his feet.  
Kurt searched for clues as to why hed been sent here, but the clothes hid any clue he might be able to find. "Hey." Kurt said softly, sitting up in his bed. 
The boy didnt acknowledge him, deciding only to put his one small bag of things on his bed. 
"Would you like a minuet alone with your parents?" Kurt asked softly with the best intentions, presuming they must be outside. 
Dorothy shook her head slightly at Kurt so Blaine couldnt see. "If you need anything Blaine just come and find me or ask one of the others. Alright?" She waited for a response but got none so she left hastily, closing the door after her.  
Kurt bit his lip slightly, determined to help the boy. "Do you need help unpacking?" He asked gently. The boy simply looked down at the ground and slumped on his bed, turning away from Kurt and staying silent. 
Kurt took that as his que to shut up, just for the moment. His eyes scanned Blaines figure. He could be in for an eating disorder, maybe anorexia because he was hiding his shape. He could be a drug user. He could even have attempted... 
Kurt stopped staring at the boy, grabbing his notepad to write another diary entry about this mysterious Blaine. He wrote down all the reasons someone could be admitted that he thought of and decided to cross them off as he ruled them out. 
When 9 oclock came around, the boy still hadnt moved and Kurt had finished his morning moisturising routine. Kurt was walking past Blaines bed from their en suit, when he stopped. "Do you.. Um, theres a really pretty flower garden outside, do you maybe want to come with me after breakfast?" The question was almost whispered it was so quiet. The boy looked at Kurt through his hair, not moving his body. Slowly he nodded, flowers were okay and if this boy, Kurt, was homophobic or nasty hed simply run away. 
Kurt smiled. "Okay." 
A knock came at the door, the same one as earlier. Dorothy. "Come on Kurt. Breakfast time." She smiled. 
Kurt nodded, pulling on a jumper. "Blaine would you like to join us?" 
Dorothy gave Kurt a stern look, thinking maybe Kurt was pressuring Blaine but the boy sat up off his own accord. He kept his head down but slowly stood up, trailing along after Kurt and Dorothy as they walked. 
Kurt went up to choose his breakfast, siding with a small bowl of fruit a slice of toast, and his build up shake. Blaine had gone for fruit as well, but had picked out the bits of apple with a spoon. 
As they were walking to the far corner of the cafeteria to sit, the same worker from yesterday stopped Blaine. "Name?" He demanded. 
Blaine didnt look up. He kept staring at the floor, head bowed and body hunched over. 
"Blaine Anderson." Dorothy answered for him. The worker handed Blaine a small cup containing two pills and walked away. 
Kurt frowned curiously at that but the continued to the corner. All three of them sat in silence. Kurt ate his food and downed his shake, faster than yesterday but still slow. 
Apart from taking his pills, Blaine has hardly moved. He picked at his breakfast, hardly eating anything. 
Once Kurt had finished, Dorothy got up and told them to find her if they needed her, leaving Kurt and Blaine alone on the table. 
Not an eating disorder. Thought Kurt. Shed be monitoring him.
Blaine didnt eat anything more. After a few minutes of waiting, Kurt stood up and cleared his plate away. Blaine hesitantly followed him, putting the fruit into a bin. 
"Gardens?" Kurt asked softly. "Or would you like to go back to the room?" 
Kurt didnt get a response. Figuring he wouldnt get any words out of him anytime soon, Kurt made a mental note to only ask yes no questions. "Im going to the gardens. You can come with me if you like or you can go back to the room." He slowly turned on his heel and started walking, slightly saddened when Blaine didnt follow him, or move at all for that matter. 
After a bit of hesitation, Blaine followed Kurt, Opting to take a risk. What did he have to lose?