The classroom was way too loud. Blaine walked to the back of the room, clenching his teeth and digging his nails into his palm.

“Hi Blaine,” Tina smiled slightly. 

“Hey.”

He sat down heavily in the desk beside her and rubbed his eyes, feeling his skin crawl. Even without looking at her he could tell that she was making little aborted attempts to talk to him. 

“Um…did you do your homework?”

“No,” He ground out. 

“Listen, are you okay?” She turned to face him. “I know breakups are hard. I was really upset when Mike and I broke up but…”

“Is this when you call me slut or whore or cheater?” Blaine snapped quickly, making her jump. “Or my personal favorites, loser, porn star, and one memorable time Artie ran me over, the god of gonorrhea.”

“Blaine…”

“Go ahead,” Blaine nodded sharply. 

“We’re worried about you,” Her eyes were soft and sad. 

“Bullshit!” Blaine laughed harshly, feeling sweat bead on his forehead. “You all don’t give a fuck about me.”

“Hey!” Sam snapped form the row ahead of him. “Don’t talk to her like that!”

“Cute how you team up against me,” Blaine’s teeth ached as he ground them together and stood up. “I have to go.”

“Class hasn’t started!” Sam looked up at him, eyes flashing. 

“I have somewhere better to be,” He glared and stormed out. Trembling, he grabbed his phone and called Ben. 

“Hi!” He said quickly as he slid into his car. “Hey…can…can I come over? I need something.” 

“Sure baby, I have a hit with your name on it.”

“How much?” He bit at his nails. 

“Thirty a hit,” Blaine winced. “I can give you enough to last you through the weekend for three hundred. That’s a deal just for you.”

“That’s really expensive.”

“I know baby but it’s the business. If you want you can take less hits a day?” Ben said slowly and got a whimper in return. “Okay sweetheart, if you swing by here by midnight I’ll give it to you for two hundred and fifty.”

“Okay. I can get the money by tonight,” He nodded furiously. “I have ten bucks with me now and I really, really need a hit.”

“You know I would but I can’t give you something for almost nothing,” Ben sighed. “What do you think we should do?”

“Ben, I’ll let you do anything. I just need it.”

“I do have some toys I’ve been wanting to try out…” Ben said slowly.

“Okay! Okay!” Blaine nodded enthusiastically. “Give me ten minutes. I’ll be there.” 

Later that night he decided that Scandals was so much better high. 

The cheesy disco ball lights made long comets shoot across the room. He closed his eyes and let the heavy beat of the music travel up from the soles of his boots to the top of his head and grinned. 

Blaine could hardly feel his legs move and crashed into the bar, grinning. The bartender gave him a strange look but walked up to him. 

“Can I get a rum and coke?” He called over the loud music and the bartender started filling up the glass. 

“That’ll be seven dollars,” Blaine hesitated, knowing his wallet was empty, but was stopped by a huge man with a thick beard. 

“It’ll be on me,” The man smiled warmly at him. “Can’t let some pretty boy go thirsty can I?” 

“Why thank you,” Blaine shot him a practiced flirty look. “I’m Blaine.”

“Lance,” The man placed a hand low on his waist. 

“So Lance, what do you do?” Blaine’s eyes caught on the fancy watch, feeling his fingers shake slightly.

“I own a company that makes furniture,” Lance handed him his glass. 

“So your house must be beautifully furnished,” Blaine took a sip. “I’d love to see it sometime.”

“Maybe tonight?” Lance looked hopeful and Blaine grinned. 

“If you want to.”

“Oh believe me, I want to,” Blaine grinned up at him. 

After finishing half the drink, Blaine was sitting in Lance’s large SUV as they drove back to his house. The older man kept a possessive hand on his thigh and squeezed. 

“I’m going to fuck you so hard,” He growled. 

“Mmhmm,” Blaine nodded, feeling sweat bead on his forehead and his hands shake harder. 

“You okay baby?”

“I’m just thinking about how good its going to feel with your big cock breaking me open,” Blaine grinned as the car swerved slightly. “Hurry up baby. Get us to your house.”

Lance pressed down on the gas pedal. 

He pulled into a very nice, large house and pulled Blaine in as soon as he unlocked the door. He pushed him in and shut the door again. 

“Take off your clothes,” He snapped and Blaine raised his eyebrows. 

“Eager are you?” He pulled his shirt off and kicked off his boots. The older man moaned and stepped forward to rub his fingers along his spine. 

“Extremely,” For a moment Blaine worried that Lance had seen the needle marks along his arm but the older man pulled down his pants and boxers. “On your knees.”

This was easy. Blaine didn’t have to think. He didn’t have to worry. He didn’t have to miss Kurt. 

A large hand grabbed his hair roughly and when he opened his mouth to cry out, a cock was shoved in. Lance was so much bigger than Blaine expected and far rougher than he was used to. 

Blaine tried to pull back just to get a breath but the older man kept a firm hold on his head and held him still as he ground his cock into his throat. 

“Fuck so hot,” Lance moaned as he held Blaine’s nose closed. “Take my cock you whore.”

Blaine tried to struggle back but the hand held him tightly. Panic set in and his eyes widened as his air was cut off. His vision began to blur and he became lightheaded as he dug his bitten nails into the man’s thighs but the thrusts continued until his vision went black. 

“There he is,” Blaine blinked himself awake, throat burning and mouth tasting foul. “Wake up sleeping beauty.”

“What?” Blaine croaked, finding himself on a bed. His body was aching and shaking and he was drenched in sweat. 

“You looked so fucking hot choking on my cock,” Blaine suddenly became aware of two fingers scissoring him open. “Now I want to see you bouncing on it.”

“Stop,” Blaine slurred. “Hurts too bad. Please slow down.”

The fingers slid out and Blaine felt himself get slammed up against the wall and Lance moving under him, holding his legs up. With a scream, Blaine was pulled down onto the hard cock. 

“Stop, stop!” Blaine cried out, trying to move off. “Too much.”

Lance was so much bigger than he had ever had and he had almost no preparation. He was shaking with pain and the withdrawal was making his muscles seize up. Tears spilled down his cheeks as Lance continued to slam into him. 

“I’m just doing what you asked me to in the car,” Lance soothed, wrapping a hand around his throat and squeezing. “You’re so tight.” 

Blaine couldn’t breathe and his eyes widened as the older man continued to fuck up hard into him. With a final few thrusts, he moaned and came as he squeezed Blaine’s throat. 

Both of them collapsed onto the bed, Blaine hardly clinging to consciousness. 

“Mmm,” Lance kissed the back of his neck. “Sorry I was rough but I couldn’t resist it.”

Blaine lay there shaking until he felt Lance’s breathing slow and knew he was asleep. Painfully, he pushed himself out of bed and staggered to where his clothes had fallen. After he had pulled on his clothes he dug through Lance’s until he found his wallet. 

He pocketed the three hundred dollars and walking out of the room. A mirror along the wall caught his attention and he froze. His hair was a mess of curls, his eyes were dark with circles under them, bruises lined his throat and he was so much skinnier. It hardly looked like him.

Shaking, Blaine shook his head and hurried out of the house. 

“Hey Ben,” He called the man as soon as he shut the front door. “I’ve got the money. Can you pick me up?”