“Hey!” Dave pushed open the passenger side door for Sebastian as he slid in.

            “God can’t you get something better than this piece of shit car?” Sebastian scrunched his nose up.

            “Hey I paid for this car with my own hard earned money,” Dave said as the car lurched into movement. “We don’t all have rich dads who buy us whatever we want.”

            “Still,” Sebastian rolled his eyes and picked at the ripped up seat cushion. “It’s been forever since I’ve gone out.”

            “Same,” Dave smiled over at him.

            After he had attempted suicide, Sebastian had awkwardly hovered outside his hospital room until Dave had waved him in. The guilt ridden boy had sobbed until Dave had assured him that Sebastian’s cruel words didn’t lead him to the attempt.

            They had slowly begun hanging out until they were spending almost every weekend together. Surprisingly they had a lot in common and a strong friendship was started. Finally, they both felt comfortable to go and spend a night at Scandals and drink.

            “Let’s get us some beers!” Dave parked in the crowded parking lot. “And none of that fancy ass foreign shit.”

            “Aw,” Sebastian gave him a sharp poke as they made their way to the bar. They sipped at their beers and just made small talk as they relaxed.

            Dave laughed at some bitchy remark his friend made and looked out at the crowd, freezing in the middle of a drink.

            Blaine Anderson was pressed up against an older man. The usually preppy boy was dressed in tight black ripped jeans, a tight shirt, and his hazel eyes were surrounded with eyeliner.

            “Holy shit,” Sebastian finally saw what Dave was looking at and stared blankly. “What is he doing?”

            Blaine laughed loudly at what the man said and stumbled slightly, keeping a firm grip on his drink. The man he was with grinned down at him and wrapped an arm around his slim waist.

            “So…he and Kurt broke up right?” Sebastian watched as Blaine moved closer to the man.

            “That’s what I heard,” Dave felt himself bush as the man reached down to cup his ass. “I heard Blaine cheated on him.”

            “What?!” Sebastian snapped his head back.

            “He looks pretty wasted,” The man grabbed Blaine’s chin in a rough grip and kissed him deeply, forcing Blaine’s neck back. “Oh…well that’s…awkward.”

            The man grabbed Blaine’s arm and pulled him out of the bar, the younger boy stumbling behind him. After a moment of hesitation both boys put their beers on the counter and followed them out.

            “Ouch!” The sharp shout startled them into moving faster.

            “Now hush,” The man was holding Blaine firmly against a car. “I was talking to Nate and he told me that you give the best head. Cant wait to get you on your knees.”

            “Yeah,” Blaine’s eyes were glazed and his body shook with fine tremors.

            “Hey!” Dave shouted when he saw how firmly the man was holding Blaine against the car. “Let him go.”

            “Move along, there’s nothing to see here,” The man stepped back but kept a tight grip on Blaine’s arm. “Get in the car baby.”

            “He’s not going anywhere with you,” Sebastian took a step forward.

            “Fuck off!” The man snarled.

            “Leave or I’m sure the police wont be happy to hear that you got a seventeen year old wasted and were going to take him home,” The man’s grip loosened. “My dad’s a state attorney. Get lost creep.”

            “He wants to. He’s at the age of consent,” The man scowled.

            “Yeah,” Blaine stepped towards the man. “I want to go.”

            “You’re drunk Blaine,” Sebastian snapped back, taking a hold of the smaller boy’s arm. “Come with us and we’ll get some food in you and let you sleep.”

            “No,” Blaine shook his head, a wide grin spreading across his face. “Seb…Sebastian you were all over me a few months ago. You wanted to fuck me didn’t you?”

            “I’m not going to lie, I was attracted to you,” Sebastian shrugged, straightening himself up. “But I’m not attracted to this.”

            “So now that I’m single maybe I want to have some fun. Ivan here promised me a good time and I’m all for that,” Blaine looked back at the still hopeful man.

            “No,” Sebastian pulled Blaine closer to him and Dave crowded up to the other man. “You’re not going with him.”

            Blaine let out a whine and tried to pull his arm away as Dave stood between them and the man until the man grumbled, climbed into his car and drove off. As soon as they car pulled out of the parking lot Blaine started pulling roughly on his arm.

            “What the fuck?” Blaine snarled, still trying to get away. “Why would you do that?”

            “Blaine, Blaine!” Sebastian grabbed his arm and saw the bruises and track marks along the inside.  “What is this?”

            “Nothing!”

            “Are you on drugs?” Blaine’s hazy eyes met his.

            “No,” He stumbled but Sebastian held him up.

            “Get in the car,” Sebastian yanked open the back door to Dave’s car and shoved the other boy in. “Don’t lie to me. I saw the track marks, what are you on?”

            Blaine’s head nodded forward and his eyes drooped slightly as he lay back on the rear seat.

            “Blaine!” Sebastian snapped as Dave walked up. “Wake up!”

            “But ‘m tired,” He mumbled, turning over slightly.

            “Stay awake,” Sebastian grabbed his leg and shook his roughly. “What are you on?”

            “Nothing,” Blaine shook his head slowly and Sebastian’s eyes were drawn to the still bleeding needle mark on his neck.

            “Did that guy give you something?” Sebastian frowned.

            “We can get him to my house, my parents are out for the week,” Dave offered softly. “Do you think he needs to go to this hospital?”

            “I don’t know. I don’t think so,” Sebastian frowned at the other boy. “Blaine. Wake up!”

            “Shut the fuck up!” Blaine snapped, glaring at him with half open eyes. “Let me sleep. I just want to sleep.”

            “He wont talk to us tonight,” Sebastian shook his head, frustrated. “Let’s just…let’s just go.”

            They climbed into the car and Dave tried to drive as smoothly as he could.

            “Where am I?” Blaine mumbled from the back of the car. “Wha’s happening?”

            “We’re taking you back to my house,” Dave glanced at him through the rearview mirror.

            “Where’s Ivan?” Blaine tried to force himself up on his elbows and his head nodded forward.

            “The perv you were talking to earlier? He left,” Sebastian glared back.

            “He left?” Tears filled Blaine’s eyes and started streaming down his cheeks, smearing his eyeliner. “Why…why did he leave? Did he not want me?”

            “Oh he wanted you alright,” Sebastian scowled. “And you were all too willing to go with him. He left because we made him. Because you’re drunk and high as hell and don’t even know where you are.”

            A loud sob startled both of them and Blaine covered his face as he shook.

            “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” He sobbed harshly. “I just…I don’t have a reason you know? None. No reason at all.”

            “No reason for what?”

            “For living,” Blaine jerked. “I’ve done horrible things. I fucked up the only good thing I had going for me. The only thing that I cared for I fucked up by going somewhere else.”

            “Slow down,” Dave said soothingly as he turned a corner. “Are you talking about Kurt?”

            “I didn’t even sleep with the guy. I was so lonely and ignored,” Blaine’s voice cracked. “I went over and he noticed me. We kissed and I left because I love Kurt. I love him so much. Then we broke up and everyone kept calling me slut or whore.”

            “And that was wrong of them.” Dave tried to sooth him gently.

            “No it wasn’t. I liked doing it. I like it when I drink and don’t remember the pain. I don’t remember the empty feeling and I don’t feel like just slitting my wrists. Then they complimented me and noticed me and I loved it,” Blaine’s entire body shook.

            “Blaine…” Sebastian looked shocked.

            “And the stuff makes me forget being sad. It makes me feel like I’m floating and nothing matters,” He scrambled through his pockets. “I need to call Ben, need more.”

            “Give me that,” Sebastian snatched the phone and Blaine let out a whimper, curling around himself. He nodded off again, mumbling to himself as Sebastian flicked through some of his texts.

            From Ben: You coming over tonight baby?

            From Blaine: Guess you don’t want any.

            “This is so bad,” He mumbled as they pulled into Dave’s driveway.

            “Help me get him in,” Dave pulled the younger boy out of the car and it took both of them to move a completely unresponsive Blaine into the house and onto the couch.

            “What do we do?” Dave asked, watching worriedly as Blaine began to shiver.

            “Let him sleep it off,” Sebastian sighed. “We should call his parents or something.”

            “And say what?” Dave raised his eyebrows. “We found your son propositioning a much older man at a gay club who gave him hard drugs and got him completely drunk.”

            “We could call his brother?” Sebastian shrugged.

            “I didn’t know he had a brother.”

            “Yeah, his name is Cooper. He did those stupid credit score commercials. He’s super hot,” Sebastian scowled at the raised eyebrow. “Don’t judge me.”

            He flicked through the phone to find Cooper’s name and dialed it.

            “Blaine?” Cooper answered quickly, sounding breathless. “Are you okay? Why are you calling so late? What’s going on?”

            “Um…I’m not Blaine. I’m Sebastian, Blaine’s…someone who knows Blaine,” The silence on the other end made him bounce from foot to foot.

            “You’re the little shit who nearly blinded him.”

            “Wow…okay. Funny how the Anderson charm skips some people,” With a shove from Dave he continued. “There’s a problem.”

            “Is Blaine okay?”

            “No,” With a heavy sigh Sebastian sat down on the couch, staring at the unconscious Blaine. “Um…this is going to be rough…but has Blaine ever been involved in drugs?”

            “Blaine didn’t drink coffee until he was sixteen because he thought it would stunt his growth,” Cooper sighed. “Clearly…the caffeine wasn’t the issue. Blaine’s a good kid, there’s no way he’s involved in that stuff.”

            “I think he is,” Sebastian bounced his foot up and down.

            “Is this a joke? Because it’s really not funny.”

            “He’s been sleeping around, drinking a lot, and I know I saw track marks,” A shuddering breath made Sebastian wince. “I wouldn’t say anything if I wasn’t sure. He needs help.”

            “I’ll book a flight.”

            “What do you want us to do in the meantime?” He glanced up at a worried Dave.

            “Where is he now?”

            “Passed out on the couch,” Sebastian answered.

            “Give me your address and try to keep him there,” Cooper sounded like he was moving around. “I can be in maybe mid afternoon.”

            “Okay,” Sebastian glanced up at Dave who nodded.

            “Great, great,” Cooper mumbled. “So…thanks. Copy my number out of his phone and text me your number. I’ll let you know when I get into town.”

            They said their quick goodbyes and Sebastian dropped his hands into his lap.

            “So…we just stall him and keep him here?” Dave frowned.

            “Yup but you’re on puke bucket duty,” Sebastian stretched and leaned back.

            Blaine woke up slowly, head feeling like it was going to explode and body shaking violently. Even sitting up was much too difficult of a task and he fell back.

            “Here,” A plate was shoved into his stomach, making him moan softly.

            “Stop.”

            “Wake up Blaine,” A firm shake of his shoulder made him finally open his eyes enough. Sitting on his stomach was a plate of toast covered in peanut butter. “Eat.”

            “Sebastian?” He mumbled, squinting up at him.

            “Yeah, you need to eat,” He nudged him until Blaine took a tiny bite.

            “You puked up most of what you ate earlier,” Dave put a bottle of Gatorade down on the coffee table. “Eat and then we need to talk.”

            “About what?” Blaine shrugged, taking another bite. “Listen, I’m sorry if I went a little crazy last night but thank you for letting me crash here.”

            “Well it was here or in some crack whore house,” Sebastian shrugged and Blaine shrank down. “Speaking of crack, what the hell are you on?”

            “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Blaine mumbled.

            “The track marks, the shakes, the fact that it’s like fifty degrees in here and you’re sweating?” He cocked his head to the side.

            “I thought you said eat first talk later,” He nibbled on the toast.

            “I did but not when you’re clearly stalling,” Dave took a seat. “We can help you. Just talk to us.”

            “I have to go,” Blaine pushed aside the plate and stood up on wobbly legs.

            “Nope,” Sebastian pushed him down. “You talked…a lot in the car.”

            “Whatever problem you think I may have, you’re wrong,” Blaine shrugged. “So I went through a bad breakup. It happens. I’m trying to get over it and maybe I’m not doing it in the best way.”

            “I’ve broken up with several boyfriends,” Sebastian crossed his arm over his chest. “But I never went on for weeks in a alcohol drug daze fucking whatever had a dick. That’s not a breakup that’s a breakdown.”

            “Fuck you Sebastian,” Blaine spat, standing up. “You don’t even know me.”

            “We know that you’re not this,” Dave said softly.

            “Okay I haven’t seen you in forever and now you’re hosting an intervention for me?” Blaine scoffed. “I don’t have time for this. I have to go.”

            “Wait!” Dave jumped in front of him, making him shrink down. “Just…just eat something and rest.”

            “I’m not going to sit here and be judged by you two,” Blaine said coldly. “Sebastian you are the biggest man whore at Scandals. How can you judge me?”

            “Well, you took my title.”

            “Just talk to us,” Dave insisted, glaring at his tense friend.

            “I have to go.” Blaine moved toward the door.

            “You didn’t have anything with you. Need another hit?” The icy glare they got in response chilled both of them to the bone.

            “I. Am. Not. On. Anything,” He said slowly.

            “We want to help you,” Dave took a step forward and got a shrill laugh in return.

            “Since when? All you’ve ever wanted to do was fuck my boyfri…Kurt,” For a moment Blaine’s face crumpled and he swayed in place. “I guess you can now…”

            “I don’t want to sleep with Kurt,” Dave shook his head sharply. “That’s not what we’re talking about now.”

            “So what do you want to talk about?” Blaine crossed his arms over his chest, body trembling. “Because I have somewhere to be.”

            “Just talk to us! We saw a side of you that I didn’t even know existed,” Dave threw his hands up. “Please…sit and talk to us.”

            “Are you trying to stall me?” Blaine tipped his head to the side, eyes looking dark with his smeared eyeliner.

            “…no?”

            Blaine snatched his phone off the coffee table and looked through it.

            “You called my brother?” He snapped, stiffening. “You called my brother because I partied a little hard and passed out?”

            “Your brother is coming because you were high and whoring around,” Sebastian snarled.

            “He’s coming here!” Blaine went pale. “Were you just stalling me until he got here? You know…I’m leaving. Thanks for the ride and the toast.”

            “You don’t have a car,” Dave reminded him as he stormed out.

            “I’ll walk.”