Authors note: Hi all you lovely people who like my fic therefore I love you in return. I feel like I need a little picture to go with this fic, but no fan art exists featuring prison Klaine and I'm not even going to attempt to create my own. So if you want to help me out by creating some fan art and sending it me via email at thegreatperhaps at hotmail dot com then I'd appreciate it so much! All credit will go to you and I'll love you forever. I'm not sure what I can give you in return; I doubt I'm good/famous enough to offer autographs or something. I could dedicate a chapter to you? Or is that pretentious… agh, PLEASE HELP ME! 3
Also I'm thinking of writing a fanfiction featuring Harry Potter and Cedric Diggory. Thoughts? (yes, there will me smut)
The incident with Puck had unnerved Blaine slightly. He was escorted back to his cell by a guard; he wanted to be alone for a while. It was strange… he thought that having the promise of a good life out of jail would make life within jail bearable. Instead Blaine became much more aware of how long twelve years was. Each day seemed to stretch on forever, every one felt more like a week.
He'd have to suffer each ones of those excruciating days three hundred and sixty fives times, then another three hundred and sixty five times, again and again twelve times. That thoughts alone was enough to drive him insane, let alone adding in the constant threat of being shanked, raped and of course Kurt Hummel.
Tucking his legs up to his chest, Blaine wrapped his arms around them, his chin resting inbetween them. He found himself staring at the tiny, barred window. The sky was a deep blue, not a cloud in sight. After seeing Cooper, who he now considered his only family, he felt more alone then ever before. Like when you don't realize you're hungry until you take a bite of food, then you're left starving with only the taste remaining in your mouth, and you'd give anything to get it back. He needed Coop, he just wanted to see him again, talk to him… but he'd have to wait another month until he could and only for fifteen minutes. It was like being fed a mouthful of food everyday. If this was the only time he'd get to spend with someone like Cooper, he was going to go insane. Prison changes people, and Blaine could see why.
As he sat there, lost in thought, he didn't notice when a certain someone decided to join him in the cell.
"Having a nice nap?" came Kurt's voice from the other bed, which snapped Blaine back to reality.
"Kurt— Oh, I erm… no just…" he sighed, "thinking…"
"… Did you have a visitor?" Kurt asked, tucking his legs up onto the bed.
"Yeah, I did." Blaine nodded, twisting his hands together. This was the first time in weeks that he and Kurt had been alone together and engaging in conversation.
"Parent?"
"No… my brother."
"Oh… oh, sorry, I-I… I forgot…" Kurt stammered, Blaine saw him blush and look away from the corner of his eye.
"Its okay, it's fine." Blaine shrugged. Kurt forgot he murdered his father? This would have given Blaine the perfect opportunity to get mad at Kurt to further the distance between them, but one look at Kurt's face and all anger would melt away. "You?"
Kurt blinked, swallowed and dropped his gaze, so he was speaking more to his navel then to Blaine, "… no…"
He looked over at Kurt, whose angle face was simply pure sadness. Blaine felt another urge to gather Kurt up in his arms, to just do whatever it takes to make him smile again. He looked away, fists so tight his nails dug into his palm as he tried to resist it. "Nobody?"
"No…" Kurt's voice was reduced to a whisper, it threatened tears, "my dad… he always used to come. But… but…" he sniffed, his voice became strained, and he was obviously trying to hide back tears. "But Sebastian told me I couldn't. He told me that he forbade me from having visitors. So… one day I… I acted bitter and angry and told my dad not to come anymore. He came though, and again… but I kept it up. And one day… he stopped coming… hasn't since…" he took a deep, shakey breath, "this was a year ago…" his eyes welled up with tears and his voice became unnaturally high. He let out a strained sob, tears running down his reddening cheeks.
Blaine's heart broke listening to him. He couldn't just sit there and ignore him, not anymore. He left his own bed and sat down on Kurt's, wrapping his arms around the smaller, skinner boy. Kurt's face was buried into Blaine's neck; Blaine could feel the tears against his skin. He wrapped Kurt up in a tight embrace, not caring about the consequences. Kurt's fingers were on Blaine's chest, the fabric of the jumpsuit in Kurt's grasp. Blaine's eyes fluttered shut, his chin pressed to Kurt's forehead. His stubble probably irritated Kurt but he didn't seem to mind.
Blaine couldn't resist inhaling deeply; Kurt's scent swam through his nostrils and seemed to flood his brain and the rest of his body. They sat there for what felt like an eternity, Blaine holding the shaking boy in his arms, the sweet scent of soap and freshly baked bread surrounding him. Eventually the tears stopped, and Kurt emerged from Blaine's skin. He sat up a little, Blaine's arms still around him. He sniffed and wiped his eyes, his whole face was red and wet but he was still perfect.
"S-sorry…" his voice was less then a whisper, "I just… miss him… and he's angry at me…" he sniffed again, but no tears came this time, "he was always there for me, always. No matter what I did he would always be there… always love me… just… he… he was always there. And I pushed him away…" his eyes shut and he fell against Blaine, his head resting on the other's shoulders.
Blaine wondered what it must feel like to be loved by a parent.
"It's not your fault… Sebastian made you." Blaine whispered back, checking the hallway. The day was rarely this beautiful, so the other convicts were enjoying it. Blaine seemed to be the only one inside.
"… I should never have agreed… should have never let him… use me…"
"No, it's okay… I would have done the same!"
"… I just… regret it… so fucking much…" Kurt sniffed again. Blaine shifted his position to face Kurt. He looked into his eyes. Pure blue iris but the rest was a pale red, full of tears. He ever so gently wiped Kurt's eyes, which Kurt closed for him.
"We all do things we regret." Said Blaine quietly, "But… sometimes we don't know we're going to regret them. We just do things in spur the moment situations, no time to think. Something feels right and you just grab it… you grab it and… you don't think you just… you just do." He sighed deeply, "then next thing you know you're facing life in jail." He swallowed. A few moments passed. "Your mistakes can't define you."
"But mine cost me everything…" Kurt murmured.
"So did mine." Blaine smiled a little.
"But at least you have somebody who loves you." Sighed Kurt, "You have your brother. I… have no one to love me."
Everything stopped. Silence fell. Blaine wet his lips and uttered the words that could kill them both. "… I do."
He felt Kurt tense up in his arms. Kurt sat up again and their eyes locked, Kurt's were wide and startled, "W-what?"
"… I love you." Blaine whispered, looking deep into Kurt's beautiful, beautiful eyes. Kurt's breath ghosted Blaine's face, they were so close that Blaine could count Kurt's eyelashes. Blaine's gaze dropped to Kurt's lips, his soft, rose petal lips. He forgot where they were. He forgot about Sebastian. He forgot about everything. Nothing existed, nothing but Kurt and his oh-so-soft lips.
He leaned in a tiny amount, consumed in a fog of lust, desire and love. Kurt did the same. Their eyes fluttered closed, the distance between their lips vanishing. Kurt's breath was purely over Blaine's lips. He felt Kurt's hand slide up Blaine's arm and come to rest on his neck, his palm was warm and supple. Blaine moved in to close the distance…
BANG!
They both jumped violently, Blaine let Kurt go like he was too hot to hold, his heart pounding hard and fast. The banging came from down the corridor, and was followed by footsteps. Blaine leapt to his own bed, shaking, trying desperately to avoid looking at Kurt. He was embarrassed; he was scared, he was angry at himself, furious even. His face was hot and his stomach tight, the voice in his head was cursing. The footsteps grew closer, and Blaine sighed in relief to find it was just a guard. Simply a prison guard coming to find him for whatever reason which probably wouldn't be good, thank God for that.
The guard looked at Blaine. He was tall, black and rather muscley, hair hidden under a warden's hat. "Anderson, follow me."
Blaine jumped up, not looking at Kurt, and followed the guard through the hall of empty cells. A few minutes passed before they reached a door in a part of the prison Blaine hadn't seen before. The guard opened it and ushered Blaine inside.
The panic suddenly set in. Why was he here? What had he done? Had something bad happened? Something happen to Coop? He took shakey steps into the room, glancing around. He noticed a broom, a hover, a mop and bucket and various bottles of spray before he realized he was in a rather large broom closet. He glanced over to the guard, brows knitting together, wondering if they had gone the wrong way. The guard's eyes were fixed on Blaine with such intensity it was like he was attempting to burn a hole through him with a gaze. The guard stepped inside and closed the door, locking it.
Blaine's heart was hammering fast, his eyes wide and body frozen. The guard advanced on Blaine but he was rooted to the spot. The guard stopped, inches from Blaine.
"… You're a homo, ain't cha?" The guard's voice was low and deep.
"M-me?" Fear gripped his heart as he realized what this was. The guard knew he was gay. He was going to get his ass kicked. "N-no… no… I'm not, I swear I'm not!" he watched in terror as the guard reached behind him and pulled out his truncheon.
"Hmm… oh really?" A sickening smile spread on the guard's thin lips, "fresh meat, then. A fresh, tight, virgin boy." He chuckled.
Blaine felt sick. He wanted to scream, he wanted to run. No… no, please just be an ass kicking, he'd had plenty, just please be an ass kicking… please…
"Take off your clothes." The guard's voice was a dark whisper, his eyes dangerously mad.
Blaine let out a dry sob, "N-no… no…" he whispered, begging with his eyes.
"Now."
"Please no…" Blaine felt tears spring to his eyes, fear and horror consuming his body. The guard grabbed Blaine by the jump suit, yanking him forward. His hard, strong lips pressed hard against Blaine's, his tongue forcing entry and dominating Blaine's mouth as Blaine struggled helplessly in the grown man's grasp. The man forcibly kissed Blaine more before he slammed his against the wall with such a force that bottles of chemicals fell from the shelves. Blaine cried out as searing pain shot through him.
"Now… take… off… your… clothes… now." The guard's stare was angry and crazed, his whisper dark and deadly. Blaine wanted to throw up. He swallowed down on the lump in his throat, his fingers shaking like mad as they reached up and slowly unzipped his jump suit. He felt his eyes sting with tears, his body hot with humiliation. He could hear the guard lick his lips as he jump suit fell from his shoulders and crumpled on the floor, leaving him in just his boxers and tank top. The guard's sick smile returned as his eyes explored Blaine's body, making him feel sick and dirty.
"Good boy… such a good little boy…" the guard growled, "now face the wall."
Blaine obeyed, turning away from the guard, coming face to face with the wall. This room was soundproof…
He guard approached him from behind, his hands reaching round him, stroking Blaine's toned stomach. He moaned deeply, "Mmm… yesss… just how I like them…" he whispered before licking a long stripe up and down Blaine's neck. Blaine shivered, and the guard punished him by biting down on the skin between his neck and shoulder. Pain shot through him but Blaine daren't make a sound. He could feel the guard's smile against his skin, his hands sliding lower and lower, sliding beneath Blaine's boxers…
BANG! BANG! BANG!
Someone was at the door.
The guard silently swore, a hand wrapping around Blaine's mouth. "Make a sound and you die, you little fuck." He whispered, his other hand frozen just under his boxers.
"Open this fucking door." Said a voice from the other side. "I know you're in there, Morison, I saw you go in with a convict."
Blaine's heart leapt, he was saved! His legs almost went weak with relief. The guard swore again, but reluctantly let Blaine go. Blaine sank to the floor, sobbing silently with sweet relief. The guard glared down at Blaine, "didn't want to fuck you anyway… ugly piece of shit." He said, before spitting at him. He opened the door and froze, Blaine noticed his eyes were wide and his body was frozen in terror.
"Well, well, well…" that voice… Blaine swore he recognised it, "look what we have here. Family man, two kids and a well paying job in a broom closet with a pretty little convict. Did you get lost?" that voice… "Get the fuck out of my sight."
The guard nodded, glaring, "one of these days I'll get you, you little fuck." He spat, and exited.
Blaine looked up just as his saviour entered the room. "Hello Blaine." He smirked. It was Sebastian. "my, don't you look nice… I like those boxers…"
Blaine grabbed his jumpsuit, staring up in horror, "I… I… you…"
"Saved you?" Sebastian laughed, "I suppose you could say that. Or maybe… maybe… I was saving you all for myself." He kicked the door and it slammed shut. The panic, sickness and fear returned, swallowing Blaine whole. Sebastian approached him, his smirk sickening. He fell to his knees, straddling Blaine. Blaine could only stare up at him, pleading with his eyes. Sebastian's hands grabbed the collar of Blaine's jumpsuit, yanking him up so their noses touched. "Now, listen up." He whispered, "I saved you from having your sweet ass destroyed by that guards monster cock. And believe me… his cock… its fucking monster. You know what that means? You're mine… you're in my dept. Which means at any point, wherever I want and whatever I want, you have to do it. Understand?"
Blaine's chest tightened, but he managed a tiny nod.
"Good boy…" Sebastian paused, his eyes trailing down Blaine's almost naked body. He smirked, "although…" he growled, closing the distance and pressing his lips to Blaine's, softly, almost tenderly. Blaine shut his eyes tightly, trying to block it out. The fact he was doing to so… so lovingly made it all so much worse.
Suddenly, he pulled away, "nope… no, I'm going to save it. Besides, I already had a lovely blowjob today… from your pretty cellmate." He smirked. Blaine felt anger build up in his like bile, rage bubbling deep within him. "In this room… when he should be visiting his father." He smirked more, moaning softly, "it was… magical." He chuckled, "you're lucky I decided to follow you in here… well… I'll see you around, Anderson. And remember… you're mine…" He winked and stood up, giving Blaine's body one last glance before walking out, leaving Blaine to pull on his jumpsuit and walk out shakily.
"A fresh, tight, virgin boy…"
"I was saving you all for myself…"
"Wherever I want and whatever I want, you have to do it…"
"Your pretty cellmate…"
"You're mine…"
Blaine had barely taken a step before everything went dark.