Broken

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When Kurt woke up, he was immediately disoriented. He remembered falling asleep on a couch with Blaine, not in a bed with pure white sheets.

Where was he?

Sitting up cautiously, Kurt looked around. The walls were white, the lights were white, the floor was white...

He'd been here before. It was a hospital. He hadn't been here, though; this room was much bigger, and looked much less temporary, which scared him slightly. There was another bed to his left, but it was empty.

He didn't feel injured, so why was he in a hospital?

While he looked around the room, he thought about that until the door opened, a girl about his age walking in and arguing with a nurse.

"Yeah, yeah, I know, I shouldn't have done it. Hey, do you have a pen?" she asked, sitting on the other bed in the room.

The nurse rolled her eyes fondly and tossed a pen to the girl. "Aight, thanks," she said, uncapping it.

The nurse turned to Kurt. "Ah, Mr. Hummel, you're awake."

"Yeah, um, why am I here?" he asked uncertainly.

"Two very concerned boys brought you here, and we're glad they did. I don't mean to be rude, but have you seen your arms?"

Kurt frowned. "How did anyone see them?"

"You'd have to ask them that. Also, with what has happened to you in the past, you should have seen us a lot sooner."

Kurt thought this over as the nurse left, before looking over to the girl next to him. She was drawing vines all up and down her arms, complete with leaves and small flowers.

"Haven't had a roommate in a while," she commented, not looking up from her arms. "I'm Marie." Her hair was a shade darker than his, in a pixie cut that was covered by her hat. Her eyes were a blue-gray color, and, like Kurt, she was tall. She wasn't wearing makeup, her lips were a natural pink. Her nails were painted a dark burgundy, the paint chipped.

"Kurt. Why, exactly, are you here?"

"Pressure. I was the school nerd at my old school, that was what everyone knew me for. Not that anyone had time to spare for me, unless they needed help with homework. I was always expected to know everything and be perfect by everyone around me, including my family. That, coupled with the constant nagging of ADHD, OCD, anxiety, and depression, became a bit too much. Took up self harm. It worked well until my family saw my cuts." She spoke about it so casually, it shocked him.

"That..." He struggled to find the right adjective.

"Sucks, yeah, I know. Anyway, why are you here? She said something about your past?"

Something about this girl made him want to trust her. "Apparently two people that I trusted took me here. I had a bit of troubles with a jock at my old school, he... well, assaulted me. Multiple times. He went to jail, I transferred schools, he got out of jail, started sending me threatening texts and telling me to hurt myself, I did, someone saw my arms, and now I'm here."

"Do you know who it was?"

"No clue. I could ask." He shrugged.

"In about..." She checked the clock. "A couple seconds, actually, there will be a nurse in here. Well, nurse in training."

"How do you know?"

"He's here like clockwork. 5... 4... 3... 2..." On one, she pointedly looked at the door at the same time it opened. An extremely nervous-looking guy walked in, smiling a bit too brightly at Marie.

"Hi! How's your day going?"

"I'm fine. Kurt here would like to figure out who brought him here, if you would...?"

He looked over to Kurt, not having noticed him the first time. "Sure thing, I'll be right back," he said cheerfully, walking out of the room.

Marie sighed as soon as he left, flopping back down on her bed.

"He likes you, doesn't he?" Kurt asked.

"I swear, I'm going to get him a dictionary. Would a sign over my head be too much? Something neon, saying 'gay-diddy-gay-di-gay-gay-gay'?" she asked, exasperated.

Kurt laughed, and the guy came back. "Alright, the two boys who brought you in were a Finn Hudson-"

"Figures," Kurt muttered.

"-and a Blaine Anderson."

Kurt blinked rapidly. "Come again?"

"Finn Hudson and Blaine Anderson? Do you know them?" he asked. "I mean, Hudson is related to you, but there's no record for the second one."

Kurt shook his head in disbelief. "Yeah, yeah I know him. I know him very well. I just couldn't believe he'd do that. I can't believe he knows."

"Is there a relation we should put down?"

"He's my boyfriend, but if he knows about this, he probably won't be for much longer," Kurt replied, hating the situation he was in.

The nurse nodded. "Alright." Kurt sighed, falling back onto his bed.

"Also, is there something we should know about the date on your arm?" The nurse asked before he left.

"It was the date I was going to kill myself, but I don't suppose that matters now," Kurt responded dully. The nurse nodded and left the room.

How in the world did I get into this position? Kurt wondered as he drifted off to sleep.