gleefully taking over the asylum

[kurtsy]

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[kurtsy]

Whatever this group was, Kurt just knew he didn't want to be there. It was bad enough to do anything here. He missed his dad, his room, his privacy.

He missed having the chance to try again. And he didn't even know himself whether what he wanted to try again was to live or to die.

Which was why Kurt was here, until he could convince the therapists that he wasn't suicidal any more. He couldn't even convince himself yet, so clearly that acting exercise would have to wait.

One on one therapy sessions were draining because he couldn't fake anything right now. Being alone in his room was boring and depressing. He had already read the books he'd with him a thousand times over and obviously he was not allowed scissors in his room for craft projects of any kind. And then there was group.

Group was awful because there were others. They looked at him and they could probably tell just what he was. Pathetic gay boy who'd failed at offing himself. He saw the looks. It didn't feel different from school. Maybe worse, because there was no going home. There were different group activities and all of them sucked as far as Kurt was concerned. Granted, everything sucked to him right now. Had for a long time.

So once he'd entered the room, he tried to find a spot close to the wall, leaving it to the others to find seats. He pulled his oversized shirt tighter around himself and watched to see what people were up to. Ah. Crafting. Maybe they'd let him use the scissors here.

[warblainer]

Blaine loved craft, he'd learned so many in his times bouncing in and out of mental facilities and recreational centres for 'troubled teens'. From yarn to papercraft to felt and origami. He had been working for weeks now on his newest protect with limited tools. Blunter scissors took forever to cut through anything, especially Styrofoam - that he had to specifically request.

And no glue gun was a hitch but he was working well with non-toxic glue. And paper-clips. And honestly a lot of hope and the dullest needle in the world.

Finally, after weeks of work, Blaine lifted up his puppet. His very beautiful puppet. He turned his head to see who he could brag too but the usual suspects didn't care. Most people looked down on his art skills. Rude, frankly.

Blaine looked up and saw a new boy in the corner, raising to his feet and adjusting his puppet. Was it weird to introduce himself with a puppet? Probably. Ah, well, who cared?

They were all mad here.

Moving over to the boy in the corner, he raised the puppet's hand to greet him. "Hi. Are you gonna join us? Cause this is the closest you get to doing anything fun." The puppet gestured towards the crafting table they all had to sit at. "You're new, right?"

[kurtsy]

"It's not very close to fun, is it?" Kurt addressed the puppet, as the puppet had started the conversation. Which was a fairly silly way to think about it but it seemed a bit easier than actually facing another person. That just never ended well, not lately.

"I'm having fun watching," he lied, badly, before turning his head and actually looking at the boy that had made the puppet. At the most handsome boy he'd ever seen in real life and potentially also beating out his fantasies. What was going on here? Was there a hidden camera? What was this, a trap for suicidal gay teens? "Wow."

He had said that out loud. Oh no. "I'm Kurt."

[warblainer]

"Impressive, isn't it? Especially with no scissors or hot glue. I wanted to make something that wasn't just paper craft and knitting is so slow." Blaine explained excitedly as he raised his own hand and waved at Kurt. "Hey, I'm Blaine. Come on, Kurt, come sit with me. No one else will, they don't get my vision."

And they found him a little too much. Most people did but he thought they were just too miserable to appreciate something more upbeat. Cowards. "They think Sesame Street or something. I was thinking Avenue Q."

And then, because he couldn't help himself, he playfully sang a little from said musical. "Who knew? Fantasies come true. And now I see that what I'd always dreamed of was meant to be. You and me, me and you. Fantasies come true"

[kurtsy]

Kurt didn't really want to sit with the hottest guy in the world because it seemed antithetical to his current state of being, yet here he was. He sat down next to Blaine and he listened to him sing. Of course he could sing. Of course he knew fairly obscure musicals.

He looked around discreetly. Was he on Hidden Camera or something? What was this, dream boyfriend day at the asylum?

He knew the rest of that song. He couldn't help but blush a little. "You should audition, between the puppetry and your voice, you're bound to get the part."

[warblainer]

"I don't think the musical scene takes crazies like me. Not yet." Blaine shook his head and removed the puppet from his hand, setting it down next to him. He leaned over the table, grabbing a handful of stuff and setting it down between himself and Kurt. Then he handed him the awful blunt scissors. "That's fine. The art revolution is coming. Look at Lady Gaga. I mean, she wore a dress made of meat and she's doing just fine. I think this might finally be my year."

He was joking. Mostly. He saw the world expanding, opening it's mind, but he would always be too odd for the mainstream. Like his brother.

Sliding along some crazy-proof glue, he spread out the different kinds of craft paper. "Okay, so, free art time is very fun. Trust me, best part of your week. So let's be creative. You make me something, I make you something. We have paper, bad scissors and non-toxic glue - go nuts." Blaine laughed and then nudged his shoulder against Kurt's. "Probably not the best wording."

[kurtsy]

"I'm not as crafty as you. Judging by that puppet." Because that was a beautiful piece of work, especially given the obvious limitations here. "Maybe if they had a sewing machine."

He did miss getting to be properly creative with clothes. He barely had enough here and his dad had not packed right. Not that he blamed him, of course. Still. "Who did you base that puppet on?"

He assumed there had to be some kind of inspiration. And he did grab a piece of craft paper and a pencil, mostly to not be pestered further. He wondered, idly, just how insane Blaine was. Who knew, in here? Kurt wasn't even sure how insane he was himself.

[warblainer]

"It's strange because I didn't base him on anyone but I kind of feel like he ended up looking a bit like my older brother. I think he didn't until I made the green tux and suddenly, there it was." Blaine said, slightly weirded out by that too but here they were. His brother was a good performer, he could have made a worse person into a puppet. "Mostly, it's just a random puppet. I wanted to challenge myself."

And it had certainly been a challenge.

Blaine started folding the paper carefully, trying to make something for Kurt. "They cater to the slowest and worst, not the best and the fastest so it's easy to get bored here." Most people here were too cool to do art, too anxious or on sedatives.

[kurtsy]

"I'm unclear how that is supposed to make anyone improve." Maybe that wasn't the goal here. Maybe it was just a place to put them and forget about them until they learned to be less of a problem. Kurt shook his head while he sketched the outline of a dress. Easier than puppeteering. "They do not have enough felt here to make a puppet of my brother. He's a giant."

Finn, who was needlessly tall and who felt responsible and guilty in a way that Kurt didn't know how to deal with. Not that he knew how to deal with anyone right now.

[southsideserpent]

hola, preppy

what's up?

[tropey]

Stressed.

I have so much going on at NYADA.

How are you?

[southsideserpent]

good, still think your school has a silly name

did you figure out your final project?

[tropey]

I know you do.

No, I want to do something with outreach and music therapy, maybe? Like as my back up if I don't make it to Broadway. I could pivot to that.

Also I have devious reasons why I want that as my project.

[southsideserpent]

broadway would be lucky to have you, papi

wow... pivot, devious, you using all them SAT words to show off?

what are your devious reasons?

[tropey]

I know where you work.

I'm sure those teenagers could use some music in their life.

And I could use some Joaquin in mine :)

Is it crazy if I go all the way to Lima, Ohio to stalk you?

[southsideserpent]

it is if you know anything about this dump, the pretty much only gay bar is nothing but a hangout for sad bears

but I can deal with you being crazy, maybe I could calm you down

you are right about the teens though, they are bored as all hell here

though we got a new gay romance blossoming, I feel like I'm in a very special episode of a teen soap opera

[tropey]

I already emailed your boss to ask about it and I think it could be good to give the kids something fun.

Also I'm not crazy. I'm very well adjusted.

That's cute!

PROTECT THEM

[warblainer]

"Are you awake?" Blaine whispered as he closed the door softly behind him. He couldn't sleep. He could never sleep after visiting day, especially when Ed didn't come. He was sure there was a good reason for that but he didn't want to think about it or know about it, he just wanted to be annoyed at the lack of sleep.

And Kurt was just across the hall, maybe he was awake? Maybe they could talk more. Today, they had been talking about music before Kurt had left for his visit so he was hoping they could just pick it up.

"Kurt, it's me! It's Blaine."

[kurtsy]

"Yes, I'm awake..." Awake and he had been reading under the covers because it felt safer in a strange way. Now he sat up, keeping the covers pulled up to his chin because he didn't want the hot boy to see his potentially not so sexy pyjamas. They were nice enough, but he had not been expecting visitors. Especially not a hot boy.

It felt strangely intimate to have Blaine in his room when he was in bed. He looked at him and smiled a little, running a hand through his hair to hopefully tame it a little. "I got some new books."

It had been a good visit in that sense. "And the new Vogue."

[warblainer]

"That sounds like a good visit." Blaine smiled at Kurt, not reading his awkwardness or anything like that. He just came in and sat himself onto Kurt's desk chair, crossing his legs. His pyjamas were just simple and maroon, his brother had picked them out for him. "Sorry to intrude, if you're busy I can still go but I'm super awake and the guy in the room next to mine, he's a snorer. It's driving me nuts."

Then he had to laugh because, well, he was here. "In a manner of speaking." He wasn't exactly the most mentally solid. "I just wanted to talk to you. We were having a good chat today and then Joaquin came to get you and -- I'm still thinking about it."

[kurtsy]

"You are still thinking about Joaquin? I can see the appeal. That's quite the head of hair." Deflecting seemed like the easier strategy even though his stomach was fluttering with butterflies even so. He had no idea how he was ever going to sleep again now that he had been in bed while looking at Blaine standing so close. "My dad, my step mom and my brother came today. It was awkward. I don't know if it will ever be anything other than awkward again. It's a lot easier to talk to you."

[warblainer]

"It gets better. Eventually. Your parents see you as someone else now or at least, they see an aspect of yourself they didn't really know or get so... it can be hard." He said that but he wasn't sure if he believed it did get better. It was almost a year since his issues got worse and six months since his meltdown and yet, his dad still didn't want to see him.

"It's always easier to talk to someone nuts. I'm on your level. Besides, I want to just listen to your hot takes on musical theatre all day long." He was having fun with it.

[kurtsy]

"Well, it's good to finally have someone who understands why Andrew Lloyd Webber is overrated and yet Phantom is somehow incredible and totally a role that I should sing one day yet never will." At least he was realistic. Kurt smiled, gesturing to Blaine to come closer. "Do you want to sit on the bed? Might be more comfortable."

Why had he said that? How was he supposed to stay focused with Blaine so close to him? In bed. "I wish Broadway was as gay as people have always told me it is. You know?"

[warblainer]

"If that's cool?" Blaine grinned and got up, coming over to Kurt's bed and sitting on the edge of it with a smile. He got himself comfortable and then nodded his head along to the tail-end of what Kurt said. "I know. If it's as gay as they keep telling me, why don't I have a lot of gay duets from broadway. I mean, yeah, you can adjust the duet and all but why should I? I want some gay musicals."

The closest he got was Rent and that was irritating. "Clearly we should write our own!"

[kurtsy]

"Our own gay musical? Based on what, the X-Men?" It was an entertaining thought and he appreciated that Blaine agreed with him and shared his enthusiasm. Kurt just also knew Blaine liked comics, so that was his first mostly teasing suggestion before he thought a little. "They always say I sound like a girl. I think back in Shakespeare's time, I'd have been quite the commodity. He'd have written me a sonnet or two."