Blaine had been pacing around his cell for hours. Tonight was the night. If all went well, they'd get out of here, tonight. He'd get Quinn to safety tonight. He'd sleep on an actual mattress and get actual food.
He'd see Kurt. Tonight. But first, he had to keep breathing. He'd been singing little songs to himself, even dancing around, and even that wasn't helping. And he was pretty sure it was just irritating the demons. So he'd stopped. He couldn't allow himself to be taken from his cell for punishment and run the risk of missing the mission. So he kept pacing, and tried to stay calm.