The distinctive buzz of a low security juvenile penitentiary door made Kurt jump.

"Oh, I wasn't expecting that," he said as he gently placed his porcelain like hand to his chest.

"I have to check what's in the basket, kid." said a low, booming voice.

"Oh it's nothing but some cookies, lady fingers, face wash, and a comb. A care package if you will. For my friend," Kurt told the guard.

"I don't care what's in it, kid. I still gotta check it," the guard said.

Kurt obliged and handed the guard the basket. And just as Kurt said, there was only a zip lock full of cookies, another zip lock with lady fingers, a small container of face wash, and, in fact, a comb. "I know how much my friend likes his hair, what little of it he has," Kurt laughed. The guard handed him back the basket.

"You got half an hour, kid. Don't think about no funny business," the guard said in all seriousness.

"You don't think... Oh no, its not like that-he's just a friend. We're in glee club together," Kurt blurted out. He knew what he and Puck had, but it was none of the guard's business.

"Mmhmm," the guard hummed. Kurt gave him a dirty glare and walked into the visiting room. Another, much stronger looking guard, one who looked like he actually worked out, came in holding Puck by his much-bigger-than-usual bicep. "You know the drill," The other guard told Puck as he shoved him into the chair.

"No cuffs today, I see," Kurt said coyly

"Good behavior," Puck told him. "What's in the basket?"

"Oh, I brought you a care package." Kurt opened the basket and pulled out the lady fingers.

"Is there a file in these?" Puck asked him

"Don't be silly, you wouldn't put a file in a lady finger." Kurt told him, and he noticed Puck fling the lady fingers onto the table. "I also brought you some cookies." This made Puck's face brighten. "Since I couldn't bring you waffles, like I know you love, I added a couple drops of maple syrup to the cookie dough, I hope you like them."

"Thanks, Kurt. You know, the entire time I've been in the slammer you're the only one who's taken time to come and visit me," Puck told him as he took a bite of the cookie. "These are delicious!"

Kurt smiled. "I also brought you some care products." He gave Puck the face wash "Twice a day in your T-zone, it will really help with excess oil," he told Puck as he motioned his hand over the T-zone. Puck gave Kurt a funny look.

"Yeah, I'll make sure to do that..." Puck said.

"And, finally-a comb," Kurt said as he pulled the comb out of the basket. Puck's face lit up with excitement. "I know how much you love that thing on top of your head you call hair," Kurt said with a slight sound of disgust on "thing."

Puck stood up, walked around the table, grabbed Kurt by the shoulders, and pulled him in for a hug. This was the most simple, nicest thing anyone had done for Puck. "Kurt, you're the only thing keeping me in this glee club anymore. Sometimes I feel like you're the only real friend I have," Puck said, still holding onto Kurt.

"That means a lot to me, Puck. You better get out soon, so we can kill at sectionals," Kurt said smiling. Puck pulled himself off.

"I'll do anything to get back in that glee club," Puck said.

There was another loud buzz and the muscular guard came in and grabbed Puck by his bicep, and picked up everything off the table. "Thanks again, Kurt," Puck said as he was pulled out of the room

"You're welcome!" he shouted back Kurt picked up his now empty basket and met the guard with the low booming voice at the door.

"Did that punk bother you?" the guard asked

"He's not a punk. He's the best guy you'll ever meet," Kurt said defensively.

"The best-that's why he tried to steal and ATM" the guard said. Kurt ignored this quip and walked out the door.