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.

"Hows 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 didnt deserve it Kurt but you did piss me off," Blaine said and he nodded. He didnt 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.

"Ill stay with you," Blaine replied after had swallowed and he frowned.

"Not that I dont want you to be with me, but you dont have to be around me and talk to me if you dont want to. I can protect myself and I know it doesnt 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 dont need protecting Kurt and anyway if I didnt want to be around you or talk to you, I wouldnt, 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 wouldnt mind his company.

...

He was hurt by what Kurt had said and accused him of, but it was that hed believed him when he had told him he wasnt 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, hes convinced himself that this was it, if being friends with Kurt didnt 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 wouldnt ask questions about where he went and why.

He couldnt tell anyone, it could ruin everything.

After breakfast they made their way out into the courtyard, he couldnt remember the last time hed been out here. Until Kurt got here he just used to go to where he normally goes and, so he didnt bring up to much suspicion he would stay in his cell some days. That was all.

He hadnt had a roommate before so he knew that he had to be more careful now. He liked Kurt but right now he didnt 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 couldnt take that chance.

"Do you know how long youre 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 Kurts expression. He could tell that Kurt wasnt proud of what hed 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 Kurts 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? Youre way too nice to have ended up here," Blaine said and he looked straight up to the mattress above him. He hadnt talked about what happened since hed had to explain it to his dad and the disappointment in his eyes had almost killed him.

"I wasnt framed but I didnt mean for it to happen," he said and he felt Blaine turned to look at him though he didnt 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 Im gay, because of my voice, and because I was different but it was one day when everything just went too far…,"

"Youre a pathetic faggot Hummel," Dave Robinson sneered. He was cornered in the locker room, it was just him and Dave.

He didnt 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, Ive not done anything to you," he said though ragged breaths.

"Ha! You just existing is making me sick, I think thats 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 wouldnt 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 wasnt 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 dads room, he could hear that his dad was still downstairs so it couldnt have been too late. Walking inside he went straight to his dads be side table, he knew thats 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 didnt. He took the gun from the box, locked the box before walking back into his room placing it into his school bag. He wasnt 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 wasnt 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. "Im taking to you!" Dave said pulling him close so he could whisper into his ear. "Hope you havent told anyone, dont want a dead little faggot now do we?"

He yanked his arm free and turned to him. "Leave me alone! I wont listen to this shit anymore!" He screamed and anger flashed in Daves eyes.

Dave lunged for him but before he could get to him he had pulled the gun out pointing it in Daves face. Daves eyes widened and he backed off raising his hands like he was some innocent victim.

"Look, please Im sorry," Dave begged but he just shook his head.

"NO youre not! But youre not so tough when I have this are you?" He ask tears running down his face, he didnt want this to happen. His hands eyes shaking and he lowered a gun a little but didnt take it off him.

"No, youre right Im not, please just put down the gun and I wont 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 didnt mean for it to go off! Im 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 didnt mean to do it.

"Im sorry!" He continued but it was like talking to a wall.

"Youre going away for a long time kid," he heard the officer say while shoving him into the back of the car.

"I cant! This cant be happening! I didnt mean for this to happen!" He sobbed.

"I didnt 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 shouldnt have used the gun," he said but Blaine shook his head.

"You shouldnt have had a reason to have the gun in the first place," Blaine said putting a hand of comfort on his shoulder.