"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!"

...

The sound of the cell door opening forced him awake and he was panting, sweat on his forehead and his mouth was dry.

He could hear Blaine roll over on the top bunk so he wiped his brow on the sleeve of his shirt before dragging himself from his bed and towards the cell door.

Blaine followed him out not long later and they were off for breakfast after the guard check.

This time Blaine stayed and sat with him to eat and didnt go off to where ever he went when he disappeared. They didnt talk but he felt safer when he was with Blaine, like he was less likely to get attacked or shoved around.

He was surprised that he hadnt seen Karofsky since the first incident but he wasnt going to complain. He took a quick look around to see if he had jinxed himself before talking another bite of this breakfast. He wondered if they always got slop for breakfast.

After Blaine had finished eating he got up from the table and walked towards the door of the hall without even saying a word. He quickly got up putting his dishes onto the waste trolley before hurrying after him not wanting to be left by himself.

"What are you doing?" Blaine asked not even looking behind him to see if it was actually him.

"I-I, where are you going?" He asked but Blaine ignored him not bothering to stop walking. He continued to follow him curious now of where he was going but Blaine finally stopped and turned to him.

"Stop following me," Blaine said taking a step towards him making him take a step back.

"Ok, Im sorry, I just thought...," he stopped talking looking to the ground embarrassed.

Blaine laughed and he looked up. "You thought, because I sat with you at breakfast and the fact that were roommates that were friends, but were not. Im sorry, but I have to tell you how it is," Blaine shrugged like he did this all the time before turning and walking away.

He stayed rooted to the spot he was standing in, feeling at little hurt. He hadnt really expected them to be friends but the comment still cut like a knife. He was alone, not much different from when he was out of here but the difference was he couldnt protect himself in here. Not on his own.

Taking a breath he turned and walked back towards the cafeteria. He didnt know where else he could go unless the door to the courtyard was open.

As he walked through the door of the cafeteria he fail to notice the person walking out and banged straight into them. He cursed himself and looked up to meet the person that hed smacked into but before he could get a proper look he was punched in the face.

The shock and the impact alone made him fall straight to the ground and he covered his head with his arms.

"Im so sorry," he said looking up. Of course Karofsky was standing there with one fist clenched staring angrily down at him.

"Youre so lucky I cant get into any fights right now, youre so not worth a week in solitary," Karofsky sneered before walking off down the corridor.

He sat there for a moment catching up with what had just happened. His cheek ached and he could feel a small amount of blood dribbling from his lip and drying on his skin.

"Are you ok?" Someone asked from behind and he turned to see a guard standing behind him with his hands on his hips. He nodded and pushed himself to his feet.

"Yeah, just tripped," he lied knowing that he didnt want to piss Karofsky off further but tattling on him. He was going to have to learn how to protect himself.

He decided to walk back to his cell, at least he could stay out of trouble there.

As he entered he noticed that Blaine still wasnt back, though he hadnt expected him to be.

He sat on his bunk, his back against the wall and his knees to his chest. He felt as small as he was, he had some defined muscle but it was nothing compared to the beefy men in here.

Even Karofsky who didnt seem to have as much muscle as he did fat could take him down with one swift punch. Tears grew in his eyes but he didnt let them fall, he was stronger than this and he knew it.

He wondered if they had a gym here, that he would use to his advantage. He made a mental note to either ask Blaine or go look for one in the prison.

It was only about five minutes after he got back before the alarm went and everyone started to head back to their cells. He wasnt sure that Blaine was going to get back in time but he made it with a few seconds to spare. He must have learnt to time it perfectly from where ever he goes.

He didnt bother to try to look at Blaine, he just went straight up onto his bunk. He closed his eyes mentally punching himself for making a fool out of himself. He might have been getting somewhere before he started to follow Blaine like some kind of lap dog.

He could hear Blaine moving about, the wood creaking and under his weight and he frowned looking up like he could somehow see through the mattress to see what he was doing.

"What are you doing Blaine?" He asked annoyed of having to listen to the squeaking for at least five minutes.

"Im trying to put my duvet cover on properly, its gone all weird and there no space up here to do it," Blaine replied and he climbed out from under his bunk to have a look.

Blaine was tangled with the cover, frowning like a child whos just had his favourite toy taken away.

He didnt even bother to suppress his laugh, Blaine looked hilarious.

"Well you were hardly going to get very far doing it up there, are you?" He said placing his hands on his hips.

Blaine looked at him and then his frown deepened. "Did someone hit you?" Blaine asked and he looked down quickly trying to hide what Blaine had obviously already seen.

"Its nothing, pass down your duvet and sheet and Ill do it for you down here," he said trying to change the subject but the sound of Blaines feet hitting the floor told him that it hadnt worked.

"Its not nothing Kurt, if you let people push you around now theyre going to keep doing it until you do something about it. But by that time it will be too late, youll be the guys bitch," Blaine said angrily pulling the duvet from his bunk. "Also, like I said Ive been here for four months I can do this by myself," Blaine said starting to sort his cover out from the floor. Doing it on the floor meant that he had it fixed in a couple minutes.

Tossing it back up to his bunk Blaine turned back to him, crossing his arms across his chest and staring at him.

"What?" He said after a few minutes.

"You look capable, why you dont you defend yourself?" Blaine said glaring intently.

"I didnt mean for it to happen, I accidently banged into to Karofsky and before I even knew who I had bumped into I was on the floor holding my face." He paused thinking about what he was saying before facing up to Blaine. "I dont know why Im explaining myself to you anyway, what do you care? Were not friends," He mocked leaning down to get into bed.

Blaine scoffed leaning down on the bed so that he could see his face. "Right, were not but it doesnt mean that every time I come back here I want to see you have been beaten to a pulp," Blaine explained and he shrugged.

"Does this place have a gym?" He asked and Blaine eyes widened like that was the last thing he thought would come out of his mouth.

"Yes, Ill take you there after lunch," Blaine replied as his head disappeared and he move to climb up to his bunk again but something must have stopped him because he paused and came back to the floor.

"You remind me of myself you know," Blaine said but he couldnt see his face because the bed was in the way. He could only see his torso but something told him that if Blaine was looking at him he wouldnt be saying what he was saying now. "And all I can tell you is it wont get better unless you make it better," Blaine continued before climbing back up to his bed.

It was silent after that, Blaine didnt say another word. So he just listened to the murmurs of the other cell mates and waiting for the gate to open for lunch.