Barry had been moved to another cell, thank god, blowing Kurt a sneery kiss as he was pulled away by two bored-looking officers. Kurt sighed deeply in relief and slumped against the bars, the cool metal pressing through his shirt and making his shoulder ache. Nine hours he'd been here already. Nine grewling hours without the slightest idea who had put him here in the first place. He sank to the floor, lean thighs pulled to his chest, burying his face into his knees so no one could see the tears of frustration and fear. Would they really put him in jail?

Blaine spotted his boyfriend immediately. "Kurt!" he shouted, running over to the cage his beloved was being wrongfully kept in. Kurt jumped at the oh-so familiar voice, springing up to the bars, knowing exactly who had come to his rescue. "Blaine!" he shouted back as the shorter male sprinted over. He took in Kurt's tear-streaked face and reached a hand between the bars to tenderly cradle his cheek in his palm. Kurt in return gratefully leaned into his touch, instantly comforted.

"Baby..." Blaine shook his head and reached his other arm through the iron columns to take Kurt's hand in his. "Baby, I'm gonna get you out of here. Don't worry, I'll tell them it was all just a misunderstanding." Rather, an vindictive ploy under the guise of just vengeance. But he wouldn't tell Kurt about that: he didn't need to know that his boyfriend's father had wanted him in prison. He brought their hands up to the bars and gently kissed Kurt's fingers through the slot.

Kurt nodded, not that he believed it, but he wanted to keep Blaine happy and confident. Though, really, maybe if they heard it from the perceived victim rather than the alleged perpetrator, the officers would finally believe it and Kurt wouldn't be going to jail after all. He could only hope. "Okay..."

Blaine smiled and stroked his cheek with his thumb. "Okay. I'm gonna go find the person in charge. There's no way this is any more than a misunderstanding."