Finn Hudson is going to personally break the nose of the prison guard as soon as he gets out of the cell. He can see him now, watching the girls, and Kurt for some reason. They're all sleeping. In fact, Finn should be sleeping now also. However, he is awake and watching the guard, who's watching the girls. And Kurt. He's probably one of those people, who get off on watching girls sleep, and since Kurt is so effeminate, he watches him too. Yes, Finn us going to break the guards entire face. As soon as he can get out of prison.
"Finn?" Rachel whispers from where she's curled up next to him. Since there are only three beds, they all sleep curled up together, a tangle of arms and legs.
"Hey. Why are you awake?" Finn smiled at Rachel, and squeezed her arm.
"I couldn't sleep. Why are you awake?" Rachel looked at him, confused. At home, Finn would sleep in until 1pm on the weekends.
"Don't worry about it. I just, woke up from a strange dream. Go back to sleep." Finn smiled at her again. Rachel sighed, and closed her eyes. Finn looked at the guard one more time, and then tried to get to sleep as well.
The next morning, Finn woke up to the sound of coughing. Heavy, mucusy, coughing. Over in the lower-right corner of the beds, Santana was shaking, and each cough that came from her, made the entire bed shake.
"Santana?" Brittany was leaning over her, concerned.
"Britt, she's really sick. Be careful, we don't want you getting sick too." Puck pulled the blond back.
"But she has to get better. Whenever Santana gets sick at home, we make soup, and watch old black and white movies." Brittany frowned. "We can't do that here, can we?"
"No boo. We can't." Kurt shook his head.
"Ok. Let's get Santana comfortable, and when the guard comes we can tell him." Rachel went to move the blankets over to Santana.
"No! Don't tell the guard." Finn lept up. Everyone else, except Santana and Jeff, turned to look at him.
"Finn, she's sick. Really sick. She could die or something." Sam used the fact that Santana had just coughed up bile to support his point.
"The guard. He's bad. I mean, he watches the girls while they sleep. And Kurt. He has cameras set up in the bathroom. The only reason he hasn't tried anything, is because he'd have to get past me, and the other guys." Finn put on his most serious face, the one he reserved for football games, and talking to adults.
"Wait? The girls and Kurt? How does that even work?" Artie had a look of disgust on his face. "I mean, no offense Kurt."
"None taken. I'm with you on this one actually." Kurt shuddered, and grabbed Blaine's hand.
"So, what are we going to do. She needs a doctor." Rachel gestured to Santana.
"Jeff needs a psychiatrist. We'll have to manage. When the guard comes by with breakfast, give me your orange juice. Santana can drink that, and the vitamin C should help her get better." Finn arranged the blankets around the girl.
"Damn Finn. When did you get so smart?" Puck lifted Santana up so Finn could arrange the blankets under her.
"I guess being in Glee-Club taught me some stuff about life. Remember when everyone had the flu? Mr. Schuester thought we were all in preschool. Well, my Mom taught me how to take care of myself if I got sick." Finn shrugged. Just then, the guard came in with breakfast.
"Eat up maggots! The trial is in three days. Yep, you're all going to be found guilty, and then I won't have to be so nice to you." The officer chuckled evilly, and passed the breakfast to them. An oozy egg-concoction, cold toast, and an Dixie cup of orange juice was the meal for the morning. Everyone passed their OJs to Finn, who coaxed Santana into drinking.
"Come on Santana. It's gonna make you feel better." The Latina leaned forward just enough to drink. In the corner, Blaine was trying to get Jeff to eat the omelette.
"Jeff. It's Dalton breakfast. A delicious warm omelette." Blaine took a bite, gagged, and spit it back out. "Nevermind. Just eat toast." The others gagged down their own breakfast, avoiding the eggs. Soon, the guard came back for the food.
"Time for a shower, ladies. And Kurt, why don't you cone along?" The guard sneered. The other boys tensed, and Blaine grabbed Kurt's hand protectively.
"It's not an argument. It's an order. Let's go!" The guard grabbed Quinn, who was closest to the gate. She screamed, and Finn shoved the guard into the wall.
"Get away." He growled. The guard laughed.
"What are you gonna do Lurch?" The guard took out his gun, and pointed it right at Finn. No one moved. Quinn whimpered from where she lay on the ground."That's what I thought. Let's go girls." They started for the door. Finn gestured to Brittany.
"Britt. Listen. The guard can't know that Santana is sick. You need to help her walk to the showers. But you need to make it look like she's walking on her own." Finn lifted Santana up, and Brittany helped her into the line.
"I thought I made myself clear. Ladies!" The guard reached out to Kurt, grinning.
"You are a sick, twisted man." Kurt glared at the guard, who sneered.
"Either you get over here on your own, or I force you."Kurt sighed, and walked over to where the girls were. The guard closed the gate, and walked over to the girls. In front of the rest of the guys, he grabbed at each girl, and settled on holding his hand at Kurt's neck. "Let's go." He sneered, leading them away.
"I'm going to kill him!" Blaine balled his hands into fists.
"We need to stay calm. The trial is in three days, and Ms. Sylvester said she'd raise the money for bail, to get us out of the state." Finn paced the room. Blaine punched the bed, and sat down. "We just have to wait." Finn sat next to Blaine, and stared towards the direction the girls and Kurt had gone off to. Only three more days.