After the massacre and having been shot by one of the S.W.A.T team, Tate had gotten his leg seen to and it seemed like only moments later that he was being taken to Braircliff Manor when in fact it had been days.

Tate somewhat understood why he had been taken to an asylum, being psychologically disturbed summed it up, but there was something he didn’t understand: why the S.W.A.T team hadn’t just open fired and killed him. In a twisted way, that was what he was expecting as an outcome, not this.

Meeting the staff of Braircliff set alarm bells off in his head. Something just didn’t feel right about the asylum and yet Tate didn’t question it… much. Nine times out of ten he was just told to be quiet and he never did get any straight answers out of anyone, not even the patients who seemed a hell of a lot more disturbed than he was. Not that he bothered speaking to the other patients, he tended to avoid them as much as he possibly could.

For the first couple of week Tate got visits from his mother and sister - one person he despised and another who he looked forward to seeing. Then the visited rapidly declined. Tate hadn’t seen nor heard from his mother and sister for several weeks. For the better part of those weeks, Tate had been constantly going over ideas in his mind of how to escape the asylum without having to go through death first. With the staff constantly being around, it would be difficult to get away unnoticed, but Tate was willing to take a chance just in order to get out of Braircliff. This wasn’t a place that he wanted to spend the rest of his life in.

Me: No, I'm reading a cannibal Klaine fanfiction where kurt eats Blaine then moves away, changes his name to chris Colfer and proceeds to eat people.