The curly, raven-haired boy turned around, tossing a handful of Skittles into his mouth and chomping on them as he turned around. He swallowed the candy and blushed in embarrassment. "Thanks." The curly haired boy grinned. "It's one of my favorites, too."

"Not to mention your rendition of Bad Romance… Oh my Gaga, it was fabulous!"

The curly haired boy continued to grin. "Thanks. I take it you're a Gaga fan?"

The chestnut haired boy scoffed.

"What's your favorite song?"

"Are you going to make me decide?"

"Do you want to decide?" The raven-haired boy challenged back.

"Just Dance. You?"

"Speechless ? I mean, I know it doesn't have a beat like her others. But her speech about douchebags that she does at her concerts is amazing."

"No, I understand. Speechless shows how technically musically talented she is." The chestnut haired boy agreed.

"What about the calling of her fans 'Little Monsters'?"

The chestnut haired boy paused for a moment. He was quick witted. He was used to thinking about what he said. He was used to having people stare at him when he began to talk about Lady Gaga. He had never had a full- on conversation with another man about a pop sensation before.

In that moment, Kurt wasn't sure if he should have closed his mouth or continued to debate Gaga his hot, new acquaintance

"I'm Kurt.

"Blaine." The curly haired boy stuck out his hand and the chestnut haired boy accepted it.

Kurt tried not to look down at the bandages on his wrists and the crimson that was seeping through a layer deep. Even though he was wearing long sleeves, he felt like he could have waved his arms in front of everyone and his wrist would have been just as obvious. He hoped that by not making a big deal out of his wrists, the other boy wouldn't either.

"It's nice to meet you." Kurt said, as he saw his bombshell blonde friend motion to him.

"You too." Blaine agreed.

"I think that your friend is talking to my friend, Wes."

"Lily?" Kurt asked, looking at his blonde friend and the boy standing next to her. "Yes, she's kind of boy crazy."

"Wes is kinda girl crazy."

The chestnut haired boy and the raven-haired boy looked at each other and smirked.

"Can I get everyone's attention, please?" Dr. Blue spoke into a microphone on a stand on the stage at the front of the room.

Kurt and Blaine turned their heads towards the doctor.

"Please take the next minute or so to find a seat if you're not seated." Up here, I've got Toy Story 3 and Avatar. We're going to a vote, so when I say the movie that you want to watch, please raise your hand and keep it up until I can get a count."

Dr. Blue looked around the room and raised the Avatar DVD case. "Avatar." Several people raised their hands and Dr. Blue counted them. Dr. Blue then raised the Toy Story 3 DVD case in his other hand. " Toy Story 3 ."

Kurt looked around casually. Not in a way that said he was obviously checking how everyone else was voting, but more like he was seeing many red- blurred arms shoot up from the corner of his eyes when the children's movie title was said.

"Do Dalton boys love Disney movies or something?" Kurt leaned over and whispered to his new friend.

Blaine glanced around him to make sure that no elders or Warbler council members were around him, so that he wouldn't get in trouble when he spoke. "Yes." she smiled mischievously.

"They're not too old for them?" Kurt asked, trying to imagine anyone but Tina from his Glee club watching a Disney movie on his or her own time.

Blaine scoffed quietly. "With so much stress put on us to perform well in school, extra- curricular activities, and life in general, we need an outlet that doesn't require excessive brainpower, but is still interesting and fun."

Kurt nodded. He liked that thought.

"Well, the people have voted and it looks like we'll be watching [i] Toy Story [/i] ! Dr. Blue said into the microphone.

The curly raven-haired boy grinned like a five year old whose mom let them have a candy bar before dinner on a school night.

The projector turned on and the movie began to play on the blank, white wall behind the state. "Enjoy, everyone!" Dr. Blue called with a smile.

The raven-haired boy thought that Dr. Blue smiled a lot and laughed a lot. He thought that it was a strange thing to do in a place so solemn. Blaine wondered if it was because if the doctors couldn't laugh, they would cry. The raven- haired learned to cope the same way.

The movie began.

Kurt rolled his eyes. Kids movies were dumb. They were idealistic and overrated.

But by the time Woody spoke to the toys about all of the gang that had been lost along the way, for the movie had his attention.

By the time the toys were running from the kiln, Kurt leaned forwards towards the screen. His hands were up near his face and he stuck his nails in his mouth momentarily, before he realized that he didn't want to ruin his nail beds.

Blaine leaned over and chuckled. "I told you that kid's movies were intense."

"I haven't watched one in so long that I distorted my view on them, even though I had no evidence to back up my thoughts." The chestnut haired boy admitted.

The leggy blonde leaned over. "You just stayed because you liked Blaine," she whispered in the Kurt's ear.

"That's why I sat down, but it's not why I stayed." The Kurt whispered intensely back into his friend's ear, slightly annoyed by the blonde's comment. The blonde, more than most anyone, should have known that not everything was about love. There was so much more to every situation than romantic love- there was much more than chemicals distorting in the brain to cause a temporary reaction to something- there had to be. That was what distinguished humans from animals- at least that's what he liked to think- some humans, like most of the ones at his high school, still had herd instinct.

"Do you want to get some more snacks?" The raven-haired boy asked the chestnut haired boy sensing tension, as her slowly stood up and stretched.

"Sure," The chestnut haired boy agreed, standing up slowly, and followed the raven-haired boy to the snack table.

Kurt sighed calmly. He was had all of the points needed to leave the place- he didn't need more problems- with a person he considered his friend nonetheless.

"Are you okay?" The raven- haired boy asked, turning around to the boy who was behind him. He worried that he wouldn't say the right words- that some things were awkward to a person in a hospital.

Kurt looked away. After lying and telling people that he was okay for so long, he was trying to learn to tell the truth again. "If I can't handle the world inside of Green Meadows, how could I possibly handle the world outside of this place?" Kurt asked, looking directly into Blaine's eyes.

"Maybe," the raven-haired boy suggested, "You don't give yourself enough credit. "I think that you are surrounded by a lot of troubled people in here- good- but troubled. In the outside world I think that a lot more people know coping methods. The people are here for a reason- not always because they need to be here- but they are."

"Warblers, can I get your attention, please?" Wes called, clapping his hands together twice.

Blaine and Kurt turned their heads towards the Warbler's co- captain who was talking into the microphone at the front of the room.

"Our bus is waiting outside and your parents are expecting you all back by 10 PM, so we're going to wrap up. We would like to thank Dr. Blue for helping us organize our visit. We would also like to thank Green Meadows for allowing us to visit." Wes clapped his hands in applause and Blaine and David followed Wes in leading the applause.

The Blaine turned to Kurt. "Looks like I have to leave, but I'd like to finish our conversation…" he trailed off, hoping that the other boy would have an idea about how they could finish their discussion.

"Visitors are allowed Saturday afternoons." The Kurt offered. "You just have to call ahead and tell them my name and then they will ask me to confirm that I want to see you. That's how non- facility regulated visits work."

"Blaine Anderson."

"Kurt Hummel."

"Here," The Blaine reached into his back and pulled out a fine- tipped Sharpie from the side pocket of his messenger bag hanging across his body. The raven- haired boy un-capped his pen and slowly reached for the chestnut- haired boy's hand. He gently turned over the chestnut haired boy's hand and gripped his palm as he wrote his number down on his hand.

The chestnut haired boy looked at the number on his palm and smiled to himself before tugging down on the long sleeved shirt, as his sleeves were riding up.

"I'll call you this week." The chestnut- haired boy said.

"Hear from you soon, then." The raven- haired boy offered a comforting, re- assuring, closed- mouthed smile as he turned away.

"Talk to you soon!" The chestnut- haired boy called as he waved goodbye.

It wasn't until the chestnut- haired boy was under his clean, pressed white, starched sheet that night, would he think about what Blaine said. Maybe didn't give himself enough credit. But maybe the world that he was from just wasn't for him. Maybe, there was a world that was, but it wasn't back at McKinley High School. The chestnut- haired boy knew that for sure. He just didn't know where to go from Green Meadows Psychiatric Hospital.