Hey, so this is going to be the first chapter with Blaine's POV! Thanks for reading this so far and I hope you're all enjoying it!
He decided that he was going to go into the courtyard, he was aching and needed to allow his muscles to heal themselves. He liked being outside, like he had a fresh space where he could just think about stuff.
He walked to the spot in the corner of the courtyard where he had the first time he'd come out and looked through the linked fence. Looking up he saw the dangerously sharp spikes sitting on top of the fence. Really, that was the only thing keeping him in here.
Well, that and the cameras which would let a dozen guards know that he's trying to escape.
He look beyond it into the sky and noticed that there we hardly any birds here. Though, he knew why they would have preferred to somewhere else, there was nothing to feed on and all of the plants that were within the prisons linked fence were dead.
"Hey, what you looking at fairy?" The voice made him sigh and turn around. Karofsky stood with a couple of his mates stood in a triangle formation behind him.
"I don't want any trouble, ok?" He said backing into the fence.
"Aw, you scared because you don't have your butt buddy to defend you this time?" Karofsky mocked with a smug smile covering his face. There also seemed to be a slight trail of sweat on his forehead, he wasn't sure if it was because he was nervous or because of the heat of the afternoon sun.
He frowned knowing that he was talking about Blaine. They were hardly buddies let alone butt buddies and Blaine defiantly wasn't gay from what he'd seen.
"Not scared, I just don't want to get into a fight," he replied and Karofsky visibly scoffed punching his own hand over and over trying to intimidate him.
"You're kind disgusts me, you just need someone to set you straight," Karofsky laughed and his friends followed like puppy dog trying to please their owner.
"Come on, you know that won't work and the cameras are right there," he pointed up to a couple of cameras hanging on the side of the building and Karofsky just smiled.
"There's no harm in trying is there guys?" Karofsky said and there was mumbles of 'no' that came from behind him. "And the cameras, how long do you think it will take for them to get down here? One, two minutes? Well I can get a few good punches in and a week's worth of solitary will actually be worth it," Karofsky said walking a little closer as the guys behind him spread out so he couldn't run.
"Don't do this," he whispered looking deep into Karofsky's eyes. There has to be a part of him that didn't want to do this.
Karofsky walked closer and he clenched his fist, he wasn't just going to lie down and take it.
Karofsky swung for him and he ducked lunging for the tubby man's legs, pushing them out from beneath him forcing him straight onto the ground. He gasped as someone kicked him in the thigh and he turned swinging for them, they managed to dodge the blow and he was grabbed from behind before another guy punched him in the face.
Angry, he forced his elbows outwards, elbowing the person holding him in the face making them let go and fall to the floor holding their damaged jaw.
It wasn't a second after that before another guy was on him shoving him to the floor, his thigh that has already been kicked landed painfully on the floor, but he kicked out in the hope of hit someone and was happy when he felt his foot collide with something solid.
"HEY!" The sound of guards screaming made him pause but this action earned him another punch and he kicked out again managing to get the person to back off before the guards were on them, grabbing him and pulling him up from the ground. Within a minute the fight had been broken up and they were all being dragged back into the building.
He didn't have a clue where he was being taken but he was sure that it wasn't going to be fun.
He was dragged into a different part of the prison and locked in a different cell, this one had a solid metal door rather than the bars and had a single, thin blue mat as a bed in the corner on the small, dank room floor. The only other thing in the room was a toilet and he didn't even want to look at that.
The only light was coming from a single small window placed too high for anyone to even see out of, which meant that it was going to get real dark in here if he wasn't released before nightfall.
Sighing he walked over to the bed and sat down slowly feeling his face for injuries. He could feel that his left eye was bruised, he had a split lip, his right cheek bone ached and he had a cut just above his right eyebrow.
His thigh was also bruised by the feel of it, he didn't even have to touch it to know because it was killing him. He had to sit on a slight slant to avoid putting full pressure on it.
Looking around the room again he noticed that there wasn't anything that he could do other than wait for the guards to come back. Leaning his head against the cell wall he groaned and closed his eyes. This was going to be a long night.
Blaine's POV
The cell door shut just as he walked in and he looked around noticing that Kurt wasn't back yet. Turning he looked out of the cell to see if he was just a little late, they might let him off for that if he's lucky.
Frowning he walked further into the cell and sat down on Kurt's bed. Where the hell was he?
There was an eerie silence even though he and Kurt hardly talked, but for some reason he missed it. They weren't friends of course, he didn't need friends, they just hurt you in the end and he couldn't lose what he never had.
It was even before he ended up in this place that he stopped himself from having friends, cutting himself off from the world just because it was easier.
He laid back tempted just to go up and lie in his bed and go to sleep, but he knew that he wouldn't be sleeping a wink until Kurt came back.
It was after about an hour of him waiting for Kurt to come back that he got worried. Just because he didn't know what happened to him, which could have been anything in this place. He remembered his first week and it was horrific. It wasn't the worst that he'd been through but it was one of the top ten.
He hated this place and probably would do anything to get out. As he thought about this he heard the sound of the cell door opening and he jumped from the bed to his feet, waiting for Kurt to come in.
He was guided in by a guard which probably meant he had gotten into trouble.
Kurt waddled into the room looking like he had been beaten the hell out of, his stomach clenched when he saw his face and he was also walking funny.
"Holy shit Kurt, what happened?" He asked walking to his side but didn't try to help him because Kurt put his hand up.
"I don't want to talk about it," Kurt said and he just nodded. He respected that he didn't want to talk about it but he would find out who did this to him. He already assumed who, but there was so many people in here that were capable of something like this if you accident banged into them or said something they didn't like.
"Ok I get that you don't want to talk but, you're ok right?" Blaine said though by looking at him it was obvious that he wasn't alright.
Kurt looked to the floor and then back up into his eyes.
"Yeah actually, I am," Kurt said as he lowered himself into his bed gasping as he rolled into it.
"Did you fight back?" He asked and Kurt smiled. He quite liked it when Kurt smiled, it seemed to brighten up the cell making him smile too.
"Yeah, got a few good hits in. More than I thought I would anyway," Kurt replied making his smile widen.
"Good, I'm glad for you," he said and Kurt nodded closing his eyes. Kurt looked exhausted but of course he hadn't slept much the night before and he was sure that the little nap he had probably tired him out further.
Leaving him to sleep he climbed up to his bunk and laid down. The light to the main part of the prison faded and went out indicating that all prisoners should go to sleep. So he brushed his curls from his eyes and turned over making himself comfortable before slowly drifting to sleep.