He was surprised when Blaine followed him to breakfast and even more surprised when he started to talk to him. He thought it would take more time for him to forgive what he had accused him of, he knew that if it was the other way round he would have ignored him for a week.
"How's your head?" Blaine asked him and he smiled.
"Fine, just a small bump and I deserved it anyway," he replied and Blaine just stared at him with a blank expression.
"You didn't deserve it Kurt but you did piss me off," Blaine said and he nodded. He didn't want to get into another argument or whatever last night was so he decided to just nod his answer. "Are you going to the gym today?" Blaine asked and he looked up pondering on the idea.
"No, I think I might just go back to the cell or have a walk in the fresh air," he replied and Blaine nodded taking a spoon full of his breakfast and shoving it into his mouth.
"I'll stay with you," Blaine replied after had swallowed and he frowned.
"Not that I don't want you to be with me, but you don't have to be around me and talk to me if you don't want to. I can protect myself and I know it doesn't look like it considering the cuts and bruises on my face but I can," he said and Blaine nodded looking at his food.
"I know you don't need protecting Kurt and anyway if I didn't want to be around you or talk to you, I wouldn't, trust me," Blaine replied and he nodded a smile growing on his face.
"Fine, in that case I would be great if you hung around with me," he said and Blaine gave a small rare smile before looking back to his food.
He wondered what had made him forgive him already, or if he really had forgiven him. Blaine was hard to read but he wouldn't mind his company.
...
He was hurt by what Kurt had said and accused him of, but it was that he'd believed him when he had told him he wasn't homophobic. No one ever believed him.
It was after a needed sleep that he realised that maybe he should talk to Kurt. Maybe he could make a friend in here. Though, he's convinced himself that this was it, if being friends with Kurt didn't work and he got hurt then he would stop having friends permanently. He would know that he was better on his own.
He would still have to go off and do what he had been doing for the past two and a half months but he knew Kurt would understand, and that he wouldn't ask questions about where he went and why.
He couldn't tell anyone, it could ruin everything.
After breakfast they made their way out into the courtyard, he couldn't remember the last time he'd been out here. Until Kurt got here he just used to go to where he normally goes and, so he didn't bring up to much suspicion he would stay in his cell some days. That was all.
He hadn't had a roommate before so he knew that he had to be more careful now. He liked Kurt but right now he didn't trust him enough to tell him what he was doing, there was a chance that he would tell and he would be caught and he couldn't take that chance.
"Do you know how long you're in here for?" He asked as the strolled to the far corner of the court yard. Kurt gave a sideward glance towards him before looking to the ground.
"About two maybe three years," Kurt replied and he nodded keeping his eyes on Kurt's expression. He could tell that Kurt wasn't proud of what he'd done, maybe it had been a mistake or he had been framed.
They stopped as they reached the fence and Kurt turned to him. "How long are you in here for?" Kurt asked and he gave a small laugh before looking into Kurt's eyes.
"Probably for the rest of my life," he replied before looking up into the sky.
…
They stood around the courtyard having short willed conversations until the siren rang out and they all started to head back to their cells.
He felt as though Blaine had come out of his shell a little, he was talking to him more and actually seemed to want to hang out with him. Once they made it back to their cells he flopped down onto his bed.
To his surprise Blaine followed and slumped down next to him.
"Can I ask you a question?" Blaine asked and he turned his head frowning slightly.
"Sure," he replied a little wary of what the question might be.
"Why are you in here? Were you framed or something? You're way too nice to have ended up here," Blaine said and he looked straight up to the mattress above him. He hadn't talked about what happened since he'd had to explain it to his dad and the disappointment in his eyes had almost killed him.
"I wasn't framed but I didn't mean for it to happen," he said and he felt Blaine turned to look at him though he didn't look to make sure. "Do you want to hear the story?" He asked and a little hum from Blaine was his reply of a yes.
"I was bullied for a long time, because I'm gay, because of my voice, and because I was different but it was one day when everything just went too far…,"
"You're a pathetic faggot Hummel," Dave Robinson sneered. He was cornered in the locker room, it was just him and Dave.
He didn't even see the punch to his stomach coming but once it hit he doubled over in pain coughing and trying to get the air back into his lungs. "Just stop, I've not done anything to you," he said though ragged breaths.
"Ha! You just existing is making me sick, I think that's enough of a reason to want you gone," Dave said giving him another punch. He curled in on himself just wanting this to be over, he had never been hit before shoving, name calling and slushies had been the extent of it but it felt different now.
Suddenly, Dave grabbed his hair and pulled his head up so he was looking into his eyes.
"You ever tell anyone about this, I will kill you," Dave said in a low and dangerous voice before kissing him lightly on the cheek. Dave lingered there for a minute before pulling away, turning and walking away. He stood there paralysed in fear, he was sure if it was the death threat or the fact that Dave has kissed him on the cheek so delicately it seemed sadistic.
He promised himself that he wouldn't cry as he made his way down the corridor, out of the exit and towards his car. He made it all the way to his bedroom after telling his dad that he wasn't feeling well and that he was going to bed to sleep it off before collapsing onto the bed sobbing harder than he could remember he ever had since his mother had passed away.
Later that night he woke not even remembering falling asleep and did something he never thought he would do. He slowly walked out of his bedroom and towards his dad's room, he could hear that his dad was still downstairs so it couldn't have been too late. Walking inside he went straight to his dads be side table, he knew that's where he kept the key.
Slowly opening the cabinet draw he tried to steady his shaking hands. He felt like a mess, he could feel the dried tears that had stuck to his cheeks and dried into almost nothing but salt. Reaching inside he grabbed the key before closing the draw silently and walking towards the back of the room where a box laid on the window sill.
He unlocked in and took a steady breath trying to calm himself before opening it. He looked down at the small pistol and started to regret what he was doing. That maybe he should lock the box back up, return the key and go back to bed. But he didn't. He took the gun from the box, locked the box before walking back into his room placing it into his school bag. He wasn't going to use it, it was just for protection, just for show just in case things escalated.
The next day he walked into the school with it tucked into his trousers and went about his day as normal. It wasn't until lunch that he got into trouble. Dave decided that he was going to taunt him in the lunch hall.
"Hey faggot," Dave said with a smile of him face as he budged past him. He stayed silent and kept walking but of course Dave started to follow him grabbing him by the arm. "I'm taking to you!" Dave said pulling him close so he could whisper into his ear. "Hope you haven't told anyone, don't want a dead little faggot now do we?"
He yanked his arm free and turned to him. "Leave me alone! I won't listen to this shit anymore!" He screamed and anger flashed in Dave's eyes.
Dave lunged for him but before he could get to him he had pulled the gun out pointing it in Dave's face. Dave's eyes widened and he backed off raising his hands like he was some innocent victim.
"Look, please I'm sorry," Dave begged but he just shook his head.
"NO you're not! But you're not so tough when I have this are you?" He ask tears running down his face, he didn't want this to happen. His hands eyes shaking and he lowered a gun a little but didn't take it off him.
"No, you're right I'm not, please just put down the gun and I won't harass you again," Dave said and a sob rose from his throat.
"I just wanted you to stop, I just wanted everyone to stop!" he yelled and that went it happened. That little flash or anger made his hand tense and then BANG. The gun went off and Dave was falling to the ground and the fear made him tense again and BANG.
By this point everyone was screaming and climbing under the tables, he could hear people starting to sob in fear. Because of him, because of what he was stupid enough to do. Luckily the first show had only hit him Dave in the shoulder and the second in the leg.
In no time there were police in the door way yelling at him to drop his gun and then he realised that he was going to go to prison. He dropped the gun like it was poisonous and did what the police were telling him to do and raise his arms in the air.
They came in and cuffed his wrists dragging him from the hall and towards the car park.
"I didn't mean for it to go off! I'm sorry please," he screamed but it was like no one was listening to him. "Please!" He continued tears rolling down his cheeks. "Please!"
He struggled against the hands that were holding him begging for them to let go. He never wanted this to happen, he was never going to use it. All he wanted to do was feel safe and now it had all back fired.
He was going to go to prison. He had never even had a detention and now he was going to prison.
He was dragged from the school and towards a police car that was waiting for him. There was already an ambulance for the wounded, he didn't mean to do it.
"I'm sorry!" He continued but it was like talking to a wall.
"You're going away for a long time kid," he heard the officer say while shoving him into the back of the car.
"I can't! This can't be happening! I didn't mean for this to happen!" He sobbed.
"I didn't have a leg to stand on really, I brought the gun and I shot him, twice," he said and finally looked to Blaine who had tears in his eyes. "Blaine? Are you ok?"
"Yeah," Blaine said blinking them away like they had never been there at all. "It just sucks that you wanted to protect yourself but ended up being the one who went to jail," Blaine continued and he shrugged.
"I shouldn't have used the gun," he said but Blaine shook his head.
"You shouldn't have had a reason to have the gun in the first place," Blaine said putting a hand of comfort on his shoulder.