AN: Part two of my Puck/Kurt arc. This one was inspired by lyrics from "Tell Me I'm A Wreck" by Every Avenue
I looked up at the grey ceiling of the cell. Though my new cellmate had already been here several days, I had convince him to give him the top bunk. Okay, so it hadn't taken much convincing. The dude only came up to my chin, looked like a twig, and appeared to be twelve. He sort of reminded me of Kurt, just not as pale and in less flamboyant clothes. Granted the jumpers we were wearing didn't give away much on anyone's sense of style. Still, getting the top bunk was the only thing that had gone right today.
It wasn't like I hadn't known that what Paul, Ed, and I were up to was a bad idea. I mean seriously - stealing a whole ATM in broad daylight by crashing a car through the front window of the store. There wasn't a single bright idea in there. It really wasn't a surprise that we got caught - that the two had split on me at the sounds of the sirens had taken me a bit by surprise though. So much for the three amigos.
No wonder Quinn didn't want to admit Beth was mine. Who would want me as a father of their child. I was worse than just a Lima Loser - I was now officially a juvenile delinquent. I'll be lucky if I'm allowed to play football again once I get out of here and football is my only shot - long shot though that might be. I suck at school, as much as I love my pool cleaning business there isn't much room for expansion with the business living in Ohio and I'm not smart enough for much else - getting through high school is going to be a miracle in itself.
Lying there in the cell thinking, let's face it there wasn't much else to do in jail at two o'clock in the morning, I realized that as low down on the high school food chain as Glee was, perhaps it was the only place I belonged. The only place that I was accepted for who I was- no matter how messed up a person that was. Other than football, playing guitar was the only thing I had ever really enjoyed doing. Yeah sure, tossing kids in the dumpster, taking the geeks' lunch money or making kids scamper in away in fear gave a brief rush of power but it was fleeting. It didn't last, not like the joy of performing a song, even if my audience was only my other fellow Glee Club members, did.
Of course after this stunt, I probably wouldn't even be able to go back to Glee Club when I got out of here. I wasn't exactly the most well like guy in the club to begin with, and with Regionals coming up I knew landing in here was messing the rest of the group up.
My life was a total mess, no doubt about it, and I only had myself to blame.