A/N: This fic is honestly quite a bit darker than all of my others combined. Just a warning. No worries if you're afraid I'm gonna screw up; I've had plenty of experience dealing with Mental Hospitals, so this should come easily for me. This story's pretty triggering so you may wanna click on the back button if you get triggered easily. It's also very AU, which means Kurt's gonna meet the NDs after he's admitted to the hospital, rather than before. but, it's KLAINE! YAY! Abusive!Burt. Abused!Kurt. VERYOOC!Burt. On with the story. READ!
A Troubled Mind
Chapter 1
Kurt's hands were shaking as he was led towards the Adolescent Unit.
"Are you alright, Kurt?" the nurse (he couldn't for the life of him remember her name) that was walking with him asked.
"Y-yes, f-fine," he stuttered, his teeth were chattering. It was so disconcerting and scary in this place. It was called Fairview Behavioral Health Center, and so far, even though everyone had tried to be gentle with him, he was still so scared.
"Don't worry, Kurt. You'll be fine," the nurse turned and smiled at him.
"C-could you give me your name again?" Kurt asked, hating the way he was trembling all over.
She laughed gently. "It's Cathy."
"No last name?" he asked, trying to make a joke.
"Of course I have one, but you can call me Cathy. Everyone here does," she replied over her shoulder.
They arrived at the double doors and a sign pointing to them, saying, "Adolescent Unit."
"Kurt, since you tried to commit suicide, you understand we have to keep you in a locked ward, yes? Just for your safety." Cathy said, turning to look at him.
Kurt nodded. "You-you're not gonna put me in a p-padded room are you? I-I'm c-claustrophobic," he whimpered.
"Of course not," Cathy tried to assure him. "You'll get your own room with your own roomate."
Kurt sighed in relief. A roomate would be wonderful. Just knowing that there would be another living person in the room with him would make him feel better about sleeping.
Cathy took out her set of keys, and placed one in the lock on the wall to the right of the doors. She turned the key, and then pushed the doors open, leading them both in.
Kurt walked down the narrow hallway and into the main room where a bunch of kids were sitting around, watching TV and talking amongst themselves.
"This is the Day Room. Go see if you can make friends while I go get you a room," Cathy whispered in his ear, gently nudging him over towards the other kids.
"Hey, dudes look! A new kid!" a scary-looking boy with a mohawk called out.
"Puck, don't be mean!" a black girl hissed. "Look at him. He's terrified."
"Hi! I'm Brittany!" a blonde girl waved frantically at him.
"Um, I'm Kurt," Kurt replied shyly.
"Like, Kurt the Frog from the Muppets?" she asked, smiling innocently.
"Uhh, not exactly..." Kurt trailed off.
"Sup," Puck had gotten up and was now standing in front of him. "Name's Noah, but if you wanna live, you'll call me Puck."
"Puck! I said cut it out!" the black girl strode up angrily. "I'm Mercedes," she said, roughly pushing Puck out of the way and smiling at Kurt. "Don't listen to him; he's crazy."
"Isn't that why we're all here?" a latina girl called from the couch. "Because we're all crazy?"
"Ok, well Puck's crazier than the rest of us," Mercedes replied. "That's Santana by the way," she muttered, pointing to the latina.
"So, is everyone out here?" Kurt asked, looking at the small group.
"No, some people are in their rooms. A few of them don't like the big crowds," Mercedes whispered quietly.
Kurt was about to reply when Cathy popped up.
"I have a room for you. Room 437. You'll be bunking with a boy named Blaine Anderson. I've already told him you'd be coming along, so he's waiting for you."
Kurt nodded. "I'll see you later," he called to the rest.
"Bye, Kurt the Frog!" Brittany called.
"Britts, I don't think he's really a frog..."
Kurt entered his room and saw a curly haired boy with hazel eyes sitting on his bed, a genuine smile on his face.
"Hey, I'm your roomie!" the boy said.
"You're Blaine?" Kurt asked.
"Yup," Blaine said. "Your bed's over there, by the door."
Kurt nodded and lay down on his bed.
"So, what are you in for?" Kurt asked. "If you don't mind me asking, of course?"
Blaine bit his lip, and then sighed, pulling up his sleeves and walking up to Kurt. "This," he whispered hoarsely.
Kurt gasped as he saw the large wounds scabbing on Blaine's wrists. "Oh my-Oh my god! I'm so sorry!" Kurt stared in horror.
"Hey, shh! I'm sorry. I should've just told you, I-"
"N-no, i-it's fine," Kurt whispered shakily.
"No it isn't!" Blaine hissed.
"I-I'll be fine, Blaine," Kurt sighed, lying back down on his bed.
"You sure?" Blaine asked.
"Yeah," Kurt replied.
A/N: So? You like?