Her driver kept on looking back, frowning. He had not said one word, and probably wouldn't until they were there, but it was as if he was disappointed in her, even though they've never met. It was a strange feeling, being arrested. You got cold glares from everyone, even your parents. Especially your parents, in Quinn's case. She felt the car slowly come to a stop, and she looked up, curious.

"So that's what it looks like." She muttered, before she could stop herself. The driver stared at her, silently telling her to shut up. Well it was difficult to contain her disappointment. She was staring at the Dalton Reform School, her home for the next year.

"When you get out, you must not resist the guards. They are armed, and will not hesitate to hurt you. Understand?" The driver didn't wait for her response before stopping in the middle of the parking lot, and motioning for her to get out. Quinn nodded quickly, and pulled herself up and out of the car. Two guards in black suits grabbed her the minute she stood up.

Quinn did as she was told, closing her eyes, finally submitting herself to the harsh reality that was her life. She had committed a crime, and she would have to serve her sentence. She moved along, as the guards took her roughly away from the car. They dragged her for a while, but the whole time, Quinn held her head down. She was a bit afraid, she admitted to herself. This was so surreal.

"Look up." Quinn followed the guard's orders again, looking up. She was in a room. It was small, with two beds, a shower, and a toilet. Sitting on the bed on the far right was a girl, about her age, with dark brown chocolate colored hair, and the same colored eyes.

"Berry. This is your cellmate. Show her around." And with that, the guard pushed Quinn into the room, and locked it behind her. He motioned for her to come near the bars, and then he undid her handcuffs. He gave her one last disgust filled look before walking away.

"My name is Rachel. Rachel Berry." The girl extended her hand, smiling brightly. Quinn took her hand gently. She lightly smirked back.

"Quinn Fabray." Quinn stared at Rachel, a bit too long. This girl was beautiful, and although she didn't exactly look like her, she reminded Quinn of her best friend from her older school. Ex-best friend, she reminded herself.

"Well, um, I hope you're welcome here. In about twenty minutes, it's lunch, so you better change into your jumpsuit."

Quinn just nodded in reply. They stood awkwardly for a few moments before Rachel sat down on her cot, opening a book. Quinn noticed a white folded jumpsuit by the door, and she grabbed it.

Wait. Was she supposed to change in front of her? Well, I guess it wouldn’t be too weird... This was going to be a tough few months.

Blaine looked into Kurt's eyes, which were closed in anticipation. This was it. Blaine was going to kiss him now, their first kiss. He looked so precious, so pure. Blaine tilted his head, and then...

He backed out. He stepped back, clearing his throat. Kurt's eyes flew open, and they started to get moist. Blaine didn't like him, he must have just wanted some action and thought better of it.

"I think it's best if you leave now, Blaine." Kurt looked down, avoiding his eyes. He didn't want to see the pity in Blaine's eyes. But when Blaine didn't move, Kurt forced himself to look up.

There was nothing but pure love in his eyes, not pity. Kurt looked at him accusingly. Blaine still just sat there, staring, his eyes fixed on Kurt. Finally, Kurt just couldn't take it anymore and he leaned in quickly, pressing his lips fiercely to Blaine's. It took a second for Blaine to realize what was happening, and when he did, he kissed Kurt back with a passion he had never felt before.

It was fireworks.

It was bliss.

It was defying gravity.

When they finally pulled away, lips parting, they were both out of breath, smiling.

"You have no idea how long I've been waiting for you." Blaine said, leaning in to hug Kurt. Kurt laughed, burying his face into Blaine's shoulder, and clasping his hands together behind his back.

They sat there for what seemed like forever, until Kurt pulled away.

"Come here, you." Kurt whispered, seeing that Blaine's
eyes were tearing up. He gently tilted his face into his, and their lips pressed together once more. Kurt could feel Blaine's lips turn upward into a sort of smile as they kissed. Soon, Kurt wrapped his arms around his neck and his legs around his waist. Blaine broke apart from Kurt, staring him down.

Blaine’s eyes were filled with lust.

He reached not for his lips, but his neck this time, sucking on Kurt's soft skin.

"Blaine..." Kurt moaned.

Blaine answered by hoisting Kurt up onto his waist, and standing up, hooking Kurt's legs around him. Kurt broke off from him, breathing really heavy. He was really turned on right now.

"I think we should stop now." Kurt breathed, his chest heaving up and down. Blaine smiled up at him, nodding.

He let Kurt down gently, and he leaned into his chest.

"My sentence is going to be so much more bearable with you around." Blaine whispered, grinning. They fell asleep together, on their Dalton Reform School cot, hands intertwined.