"Hey Nicotine, You comin to see man whore?" One of the guards asked, letting Rachel into the visiting room.
"Yup. It's strange, Him being here without me aint it Steve?" Rachel asked, sitting at one of the booths.
"Eh, You always were the calmer one outta the two of ya. I'll go grab him." Steve said, sliding his card and entering the yard.
A few minutes later a curly haired boy was facing Rachel on the other side of the glass barrier. He picked up the phone that allowed them to talk at the same time as his sister.
"How you doin Nicotine?" He asked, his tone cold.
"Cut the crap Blaine. What the fuck is your problem? We promised each other we would try and stay out of here for Demi's sake! She can't have to two adults she looks up to most in jail all the time!" Rachel hissed at her brother.
"It'll teach her the law is shit." Blaine responded in a bored tone.
"My daughter will NOT ever be coming here Blaine! You need to change your attitude! What about Kurt? He feels responsible for you being in here. Don't do this to him." Rachel pleaded.
"Kurt means nothing to me. Hell, It is his fault I'm here." Blaine said, his voice dull.
"Why do I even bother with you? I mean honestly, Everything I say goes in one ear and out the other. You know that Cooper doesn't even want to be your lawyer anymore? He says it's a waste of his time. Blaine, I love you, but you can't spend your whole life behind bars!" Rachel told him, giving him a knowing glare.
"Says who?"
"Your impossible Blaine! Get over yourself. Your going to lose everyone who cares about you with this attiutude."
"How do you not know that's my goal exactly?" He asked, wiggling her tounge at her, showing his silver tounge piercing.
Rachel rolled her eyes and hung up the phone, spinning around to see the guard. "Take him back to his cell. He's not even worth my time."
"Wait!" yelled an Alexander McQueen clad figure entering the room, "I want to talk to him."
"Who's this?" One guard asked Rachel, nodding towards the man.
"Blaine's...friend. Kurt, I told you not come." She hissed, glancing quickly at Blaine who had a satisfied expression on his face.
"And i didn't listen. I want to talk to Blaine." Kurt said, brushing past Rachel and sitting at the booth. "Pick up the phone Blaine." He commanded, grabbing the phone from it's stand.
"Damn baby, miss me already?" Blaine replied, in a snarky saracastic tone.
"I don't miss this Blaine. The jackass one who gets himself landed in juvie." Kurt responded glaring at him.
"Shame cause I don't know any other Blaine." He said, leaning forward.
"Well I do. I know the Blaine who dorks out over Harry Potter, the one who has a secret stash of bowties in his closet, the one who would do anything for his family, Where is he? Because He sure as hell would never be in juvie."
"First off, I do not have a secret stash of bowties in my closet. And two, what if that was all an act? What if all I wanted to do was get in your pants? Glinda, You have a rocking body, but your a rigid bitch. Your not long term relationship material." He stated.
Kurt bit the side of his cheek to keep from crying, "This isn't you."
"You don't know me."
Kurt closed his eyes and dropped the phone, running quickly out of the room. He didn't want the tears to flow there, infront of all those people. Rachel watched and picked up the phone one more time,
"You are a sick person."
Kurt was outside of the stone cold building, crying stone cold tears.
'So this must be what it's like to have your heart ripped out of your chest.' He thought.
"Kurt...?" Rachel asked, sitting down next to him. "Are you okay?"
"Honestly? N-No, I'm not." He stuttered.
"Kurt, Listen, Blaine is...Blaine. Don't listen to what he says. You saw the real Blaine, I know you did. I've lived with Blaine my whole life. When we lived in the orphange before our dads adopted us, He was the sweetest little boy ever. Of course, He was only 2, but that should still count for something."
Kurt looked up at the girl, She had changed so much. She was no longer the hostile bitch everyone still knew her as, She showed him then and there that she had a heart made of gold. But not only at that moment, Everytime she interacted with Demi, He saw the true her.
He sighed and wiped a tear away from his puffy red eyes, "Rachel, He isn't a two year old boy."
"Blaine had to go through so much shit growing up honey. You have to understand that, He was a gay teenage boy. And on top of all that he was adopted. So many people would throw out insults about our parents not wanting him because he was gay. He had to toughen up, he built walls. I wasn't so much like that. I was just his annoying older sister. But then when I became pregagant, Those walls got higher...for both of us. Our dads kicked us out of the house, He of course didn't have to go, but I was his sister, his blood sister, so of course he chose me. But with that descision, my walls were built and his grew higher. When he met you...I could tell...I could just tell his walls were crumbling. He didn't have to hide himself around you. He has a sensitive heart, It may not seem like it...but he does." She patted him gently on the back, smiling kindly. "Come on Princess, I'll buy you a coffee."