"I'm laughing because I know Blaine Anderson."
"What?" Kurt gaped after a momentary rare moment of speechlessness. "How do you know Blaine Anderson?"
"He was in Juvie with me," Puck explained, his eyes light with humour as he chuckled. "Oh god… Blaine fucking Anderson. Of course…"
"So… were you guys like… friends, or…?" Kurt asked.
"We were roommates," Puck told him. "A group of us sort of… banded together I guess you could say."
"I thought you weren't popular at Juvie," Kurt said bluntly.
"I thought we weren't going to mention that again," Puck growled. "And no, I wasn't. We all sort of stuck together to… protect each other I guess. We weren't really friends."
"Why was he in Juvie?" Kurt blurted out, unable to help himself any longer.
Puck smirked. "Ah young Hummel… that's the best part…"
Kurt swallowed audibly. God… it better not be assault… or worse…
"Blaine Anderson was in Juvie… for the same reason you're at your little reform school."
Saturday morning Kurt woke up with an ear splitting headache. Damn his low tolerance. He'd only had like… two beers? Or it might have been three…
Either way after sufficiently clearing out whatever he might have consumed the previous night in the toilet, he took two Tylenol, some water and a nice long hot shower before heading down to the cafeteria to get some warm breakfast. Puck had advised as much. Something about hot foods helping with the queasiness…
The previous night he had warned Puck that his dad would not approve at all of his partying, so he insisted he take him back to Dalton. He knew most of the students went home for the weekends so he didn't think he was in danger of encountering either Jeff or Blaine.
Blaine.
After Puck's big reveal last night they had pulled into the drive of Dalton and Kurt hadn't been able to question him further. But Puck's words still rang through his mind like an incessant chant.
"…the same reason you're at your little reform school."
What did that mean? Did he mean just assault? Or he'd beat a guy up who'd been giving him a hard time?
Or he'd been bullied for being gay…
Kurt didn't know. He wanted to ask Blaine, but they had never really been on speaking terms in the first place, let alone after the event's of last night when he'd accused Blaine of sexually abusing somebody…
Oh god. He was an idiot.
Why had he taken Jeff's word to heart? Sure he was his closest friend at Dalton, but that wasn't saying much, was it? He had said that he had been bullied like Kurt… but how had he even known that anyway? They were at a freaking reform school for crying out loud! How had he thought he could trust anybody here?
He had no clue what he was going to do next. But for now, all he had to do was go get eat a quick breakfast and then retreat to his dorm for the rest of the weekend… maybe Skype with Mercedes or organize a shopping trip with Rachel (lord knows she needed it).
But before he could even get down the hall towards the dining hall, his path was blocked by a frantic looking Wes.
"Kurt," he cried, grabbing his arm. "You need to come, quick."
"What's going on?" Kurt asked with a concerned frown. Wes looked genuinely worried.
"It's Blaine."
Of course it was Blaine. It was always Blaine around here.