like scarecrows that fuel this flame we’re burning—based off of this: Kurt Hummel escapes from prison and goes to find his boyfriend, Blaine Anderson.
The first thing Kurt does when he escapes is Tweet.
@khummel: Quite lovely weather today. Glad I’m outside to enjoy it.
He hits send and adjusts his sunglasses, leaning against the building he’s standing in front of and watching the people hurry by, the yellow whir of taxis in the street. The air is cleaner than he remembers it, if the smell of smog and sewer can be considered clean. It is home, though, and Kurt’s missed that, was keeping tabs of the days with tallies on his cell wall since he’d been sentenced over a year ago.
It’s amazing how easy it is to forget what freedom looks like, what it means to look around and not see towering fences topped with barbed wire overhead on all sides.