What I've Done – Linkin Park
Dave watched the pair as they left the building, Kurt leaning on Puck, who was rubbing the other boy's arm.
It was over, and he, Dave, was going to jail.
He hadn't meant to hurt anyone, let alone Kurt, but it was all so frustrating.
He sighed and let whoever grabbed is arm, to lead him away. He refused to look at his family, afraid of the hurt and disappointment he'd surely find there.
He couldn't look at his friends, not that he had any really. He looked up when Azimio called his name, he didn't say anything, just squeezed the other boy's arm, he wasn't disappointed, but Dave wasn't sure what it was he saw in his friend's eyes. Concern maybe? Or hope?
He was pushed along by the guards and the moment was gone. He sighed, and tried to figure out how his life had ended up like this.
He had an uncle who was a lifer and he didn't want to end up like him, shanked in a community shower after being gang raped.
His eyes closed, trusting the guards to not walk him into a wall or let him trip down the stairs.
He had almost destroyed a beautiful soul like Kurt's, because he'd been what? Jealous of Puckerman?
Puckerman, who had bullied Kurt, just like he had. No, not like him, Puckerman hadn't been as violent or as hateful as Dave had, and he apologized, and been on the receiving end of many a slushies and a dumpster dive himself. Puckerman had changed, for the better, when he'd joined glee. Something Dave regretted not doing on an almost daily basis as he watched their friendships grow.
Puckerman was a good guy, good for Kurt, he wouldn't hurt him, not like Dave had.
As he was helped into a squad car, Dave vowed he'd be a better man. Better than his uncle, than his father, then he'd been last week.
In this farewell
There's no blood
There's no alibi
Cause I've drawn regret
From the truth
Of a thousand lies
So let mercy come
And wash away
What I've done
I'll face myself
To cross out what I've become
Erase myself
And let go of what I've done