A month went by before the alcohol and sex wasn’t enough to cover up the pain. He dropped out of glee, his grades started dropping, and he turned away from his friends. 

Ben was an overweight man in his mid forties that Blaine had sucked off in the bathroom of Scandals. After that he had put his number in Blaine's phone and they met up to fuck and drink occasionally. He was not someone Blaine would ever be attracted to but he had an almost endless supply of booze. Plus, he was the complete opposite of Kurt. 

“Want something else?” Ben glanced back, drinking in the sight of the naked teenager lying on his bed. “You know…before round two?”

“Anything,” Blaine waved at him. “Something strong.”

“How about I just bring back the whole bottle of vodka?” Ben grinned. 

“Sure.”

“Fuck I’m lucky,” Ben climbed back into the large bed after grabbing the bottle, rubbing his hand along Blaine’s ribs. “So lucky to get such a fucking hot kid like you in my bed.”

Blaine took the bottle from the older man and took a long swig before handing it back. He slid down his chest and licked at Ben’s cock as he moaned. 

“Fuck yes,” He groaned, twisting his fingers through his hair and pulling up. “Hey baby, want something else?”

“What?” Blaine blinked up at him. 

“Something besides the alcohol. I’ve got something stronger,” Ben cocked his head to the side. 

“Tequila?”

“No, not tequila,” He laughed and rolled over to grab a packet from his bedside table. “Good old dope.”

“Drugs?” Blaine’s heart sped up a bit.

“Babe it feels amazing,” Ben swore, rubbing Blaine’s naked hip. “Just give it a try. I’ll only give you a little.”

“I don’t know,” Blaine bit his lip as the older man sucked up some water and squirted it into a metal spoon along with a small chunk of heroin. 

“Believe me. It’ll make you feel amazing,” He smiled at Blaine. “Every single bad thing is forgotten. I know you’re hurting sweetheart. This will help.”

“It will?”

“And if you don’t like it don’t do it again,” Ben held a lighter under the spoon until the liquid was bubbling and steaming. He sucked it up into a small syringe. “You want to feel good right?”

“I do,” Blaine nodded, staring at the needle glinting in the light. 

“And I want so badly to fuck you when you’re high as a kite,” Ben gave him a dirty kiss. “You’ll love it. Sex feels so, so amazing when you’re high.”

Biting his lip, Blaine held out his trembling arm. 

“Relax,” Ben stroked his thumb over Blaine’s arm and pulled out a small strip of rubber, tying it tightly around Blaine’s upper arm. “Okay, last chance.”

“Do it.”

Blaine gasped as the needle slid into the crook of his arm and the brown liquid was injected into him. 

Almost instantly the world distorted. 

He sagged forward, moaning slightly, and Ben caught him. Everywhere Ben touched him felt like his nerves were on fire. The older man lay him back on the bed and he marveled at how soft the sheets were. 

“See baby,” Ben leaned over him and for a moment his eyes were the most beautiful blue before they turned back to brown. “Feels so good.”

Blaine stared up at the ceiling as Ben kissed down his chest, everywhere he touched left a small shock and warmth. Everything was warm and glowing. The world’s edges were burring and it was the happiest he had ever been. 

“I’m going to fuck you now babe,” Ben leaned forward. 

“Yes, yes, oh God yes,” Blaine moaned as he was slowly filled up by the other man’s cock. It was like he was being touched everywhere and lights went off behind his eyes. 

“God,” Ben grabbed his hips and thrust hard making Blaine let out a scream of pleasure. “Look at you.”

“Do you want me?” Blaine’s eyes were half open and his words were slurred. 

“So bad,” Ben groaned. “Love seeing a naughty slut being fucked. You like this you little whore?”

No. He didn’t like the name calling. 

“Such a needy slut. You only need a cock and you’re happy,” Ben slammed into him harder and harder until he shuddered and came deep into his body. Blaine could feel that the older man didn’t wear a condom but couldn’t find it in himself to care. 

“You’re such a good fuck,” Blaine felt like he was apart from his body. “Here.”

“No,” Blaine slurred as Ben reached down to grab his hard cock. “Stop, stop. Don’t.”

“Shh,” Ben kissed him behind the ear as he stroked faster and harder until Blaine’s entire body seized up and he came. “So good. So good for me baby.”

“’m t’rd,” Blaine whispered. 

“Then go to sleep,” Ben stroked his hands down his back. 

Instantly Blaine passed out in the bed, feeling warm and safe for the first time in a very long time. 

When Blaine woke up he was shaking, cold, and naked in an unfamiliar bed. He slowly sat up, blinking in the sunlight and moaned softly. 

“Morning,” He jumped and looked up at the older man who was holding a paper bag towards him. “Some McDonalds hashbrowns? You need some carbs in you.”

Blaine took a few bites of the cold, greasy hashbrown and watched the older man move around the room. He felt himself shiver and suddenly felt way too exposed, pulling the sheets up higher. 

“Need another hit?”

“Hit?” Blaine asked around a mouthful.

“Yeah,” Ben held up a needle. “You loved it last night. Want a small one for the road?”

“Oh, no thanks,” Blaine shook his head and glanced at the alarm clock. “I actually better get going if I’m going to get to school on time. Can…can you drive me to the club so I can get my car?”

“Sure, sure,” Ben gave him another smile and handed Blaine his clothes. “Give me a call if you want to hang out.”

“Sure,” Blaine shrugged and pulled on his clothes before following the older man out to the car. He climbed into the passenger seat and closed his eyes against the harsh sun. 

The rest of the ride was in complete silence before they reached the now empty club. As soon as the car stopped, Blaine pushed open the door and climbed out. 

“No kiss goodbye?” Ben teased. 

“Sorry,” Blaine swallowed heavily against the rising nausea. “Thanks though.”

“Give me a call kid if you change your mind. I’d love to see you again,” He hurried to his car and slid into the driver’s seat, starting the engine and driving to McKinley. 

Thankfully, his bag was still in his car and although he looked pale he didn’t look too bad. Of course, not many people were looking at him lately. Taking a deep breath, he walked into the school and to his locker. 

“And I heard he’s been talking to his guy Chase,” Mercedes gossiped to Tina a few lockers down. “The guy works with him a Vogue and is all over him. They went out to dinner last night.”

“No way!” Tina gasped and Blaine felt like his heart had been ripped out. He closed his locker and hurried down the hall, desperate to get away.

Kurt was seeing someone else.

Kurt had moved on.

Kurt had forgotten about him. 

“Hey,” He exhaled shakily into the phone. “Is the offer for another hit still available?” 

“I was waiting for your call sweetheart,” Ben chucked into the phone. “I don’t normally give them out for free though but just because you’re so cute I’ll give you another freebie.”

“Okay, I’ll be right over,” Blaine hung up the phone and walked out of the school as the bell for first period rang. 

Thirty minutes later Blaine was slumped over against the headboard, feeling warm. He hummed as Ben stroked fingers through his curly hair and turned towards the hand gently cupping his face. 

“So, why so upset?” Ben asked, sitting down next to him. 

“No reason,” Blaine shook his head feeling heavy. 

“Sweet high school boys don’t just start trying things like heroin unless they’re running away from something,” Ben trailed his fingers along Blaine’s thigh. 

“I made a mistake,” Blaine started, tears filling his eyes. “I fucked up the best…best thing I had. My boyfriend moved to New York and I was so…so lonely. I messed around with another guy and told him. He broke up with me.”

“Sounds like he didn’t deserve you,” Ben gently wiped away the tears from his cheeks. “Leaving you all alone? That was just cruel.”

“I love him,” Blaine sobbed, feeling his chest jerk and buried his face in his hands. “I just want to forget. I want to be happy.”

“I can give you more to make you happy,” Ben motioned to the packet sitting on his bedside table. 

“Yes,” Blaine nodded quickly, holding out his still bleeding arm. He desperately needed to feel the rush of happiness and safety. He wanted to feel accepted and warm. 

“Hon, I told you that only that last one was free,” Ben looked a little sorry. 

“I…I don’t have any money,” Blaine stared up at him with wide eyes. 

“Don’t worry, we’ll work something out,” The needle slid into his arm and everything was better.