The shrill ringing of a phone woke Kurt out of a deep sleep. He mumbled and turned over, holding the phone to his ear without opening his eyes.

            “Hello?” He sighed.

            “Kurt?” Sam’s voice surprised him. “I really need to talk to you.”

            “What about? Is everything okay?” He sat up slightly.

            “Um…it’s about Blaine,” Kurt rolled his eyes and sighed heavily.

            “What about him?”

            “You know he quit glee right?” Kurt frowned slightly. “And he’s been skipping school and being snappy and rude.”

            “So why call me? Clearly Blaine isn’t mature enough to handle a breakup. It’s funny that he’s been acting like the world ended when he’s the one who cheated on me,” Kurt spat.

            “I know you’re upset. We were mad for a long time that he cheated on you because that’s not cool but there is something seriously wrong,” Sam sighed. “I know that you are furious and want nothing to do with him but dude…I don’t even recognize him. He’s quiet and sleeps through his classes when he bothers to show up which is why he’s failing.”

            “What do you want me to do about it? Get back together with him so he’s not sad anymore?” Kurt scowled. “It’s been months since I last talked to him.”

            “I know and I’m not saying get back together with him. He just needs someone.”

            “He has all of you,” Kurt argued.

            “He called Brittany a bitch yesterday when she tried to hug him,” Sam sounded hesitant. “He’s pushed us all away.”

            “What am I supposed to say to him?”

            “I don’t know,” Sam grumbled. “You know I’m not the smartest person in the world but anyone could see that something serious is up with Blaine.”

            “Thanks for letting me know Sam,” Kurt whispered. “I’ll talk to you later.”

            He hung up and stared at his phone for a long time before dialing.

            “Hello?” Blaine answered, voice rough.

            “Um…hi Blaine,” Kurt whispered.

            “Kurt? Why are you calling me?” Blaine sounded exhausted and his words were slurred slightly. “What do you want?”

            “I just wanted to make sure you’re okay,” Kurt rubbed at the back of his neck. “So…how are…”

            “Come back to bed baby,” A man’s deep voice startled him and Kurt’s mouth dropped open.

            “Give me a moment,” Blaine hissed and turned back to the phone. “I’m fine. Why are you really calling?”

            “Just…just wanted to check,” Kurt muttered weakly, heart dropping.

            “Blaine come on,” The man whined.

            “I said give me a minute! Stop. Don’t touch me.”

            “Fine, you always get so fucking touchy in the morning. Let me know when you decide that you want to stop being such a prude,” The man snarled and Blaine was silent for a moment.

            “I’m fine Kurt. You don’t need to check up on me,” Blaine said quickly. “I don’t need a babysitter.”

            The phone clicked and the call was ended.

            Kurt curled his fingers around his phone and held it to his chest as tears burned in his eyes. Blaine had answered when he was with another guy. He had answered when he was with a guy that he had obviously been with a few times.

            He buried his face in his hands and took a few deep breaths before slipping into the kitchen to make himself a cup of tea with trembling hands.

            “Hey,” Rachel wandered out dressed in an oversized sweater and shorts. “You’re up early.”

            “I called Blaine.”

            “Oh my God, are you okay?” Rachel’s eyes widened and she gasped.

            “He was with another guy,” Kurt whispered, staring at the cup of tea.

            “Seriously! He answered the phone while he was with another guy! Were they like…doing it?” She winced a little.

            “After the breakup I was a mess! I couldn’t eat, couldn’t sleep, and apparently he just hopped into bed with another guy! So I was devastated and he whores around,” Kurt’s hands tightened on the cup.

            “I didn’t think he was like that,” Rachel whispered.

            “I did,” With a tight lipped smile, Kurt took a sip.

~*~

            Cooper was pissed.

            He wanted to be curled up in his nice warm bed back home not driving to some gay club in Lima to hunt down his brother who was apparently having a mental breakdown.

            “This is it?” He raised his eyebrows as they pulled up to the dingy building.

            “Yup,” Sebastian parked and stepped out.

            “I was expecting…”

            “Rainbow flags? Glittered walls? A crowd of transvestites?” The small smirk made Cooper grit his teeth.

            “Something else,” With a heavy breath he walked in, flashed his ID at the overweight man sitting on a stool, and made his way towards the dance floor.

            Most of the men in the club were large, burly men with beards who kept eyeing him up. One of the men took his arm and gave him a leer.

            “Hey honey, dance with me.”

            “No thanks. I’m straight and looking for my underaged brother,” He held up a picture on his phone. “Have you seen him?”

            “Yeah, the kid’s a regular,” The man nodded. “He was here earlier but I don’t know where he is now. He might be in the bathroom, I suggest you wait for him to come out though.”

            “Thanks,” Cooper spun on his heel and walked swiftly to the back bathrooms, followed closely by Sebastian and Dave.

            “He might have…company,” Sebastian warned, pulling on Cooper’s arm.

            “I don’t care,” The older man scowled and pushed open the bathroom door.

            An older man, who was panting heavily, helped Blaine to his feet as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

            For a moment Cooper didn’t even recognize his brother. Blaine was wearing jeans so ripped that they showed more skin than fabric, his shirt was incredibly tight with a low v-neck, and he wore a huge amount of eyeliner which magnified his eyes. Which were now blinking sluggishly up at him.

            “Cooper?” He asked, voice hoarse.

            “Ooh, is this your friend baby?” The man’s face looked like Christmas had come early.

            “His brother. Get lost pervert before I punch your face in,” Cooper’s cold voice startled the man into rushing out of the bathroom.

            “Why are you here?” Blaine asked as he walked over to wash his hands.

            “Because you’re clearly not well,” Cooper’s eyes softened for a moment before Blaine rolled his eyes.

            “I’m fine.”

            “Mmhmm, because you look fine,” Cooper raised his eyebrows. “With those pants, that eyeliner, and…glitter in your hair? You look like you should be on a street corner rather than a bathroom.”

            “Fuck you,” Blaine spat and pushed past him to get out of the bathroom. “I’m having fun Coop. You always told me I was too stuffy.”

            “So you went from reserved to whorish? Seems reasonable,” He rolled his eyes. “Come home, we’ll talk about it there.”

            “No.”

            “I didn’t ask,” Cooper shrugged and grabbed Blaine’s arm, pulling him through the club.

            “Hey!” Blaine tried to struggle. “Hey! Stop! SOMEONE HELP ME! I DON’T KNOW HIM, SOMEONE PLEASE HELP ME!”

            Suddenly at least four men were shoving Cooper aside and pulling Blaine towards them. The bouncer crowded the older man and grabbed him roughly.

            “What the fuck man! Grabbing a kid?” The man snarled.

            “Listen,” Cooper held his hands up. “This is a misunderstanding. I’m his brother. He’s being a little shit and refusing to come home.”

            “I don’t have a brother,” Blaine’s eyes were icy as a man gently rubbed his shoulder.

            “Shut up Blaine,” Cooper snarled and the man pushed him again.

            “I think you should leave,” The bouncer pushed him again. “Leave or I’ll call the police.”

            “Seriously?” Cooper frowned.

            “He’s telling the truth,” Dave broke in and Sebastian nodded. “If you call the police they’ll be pissed you’re letting in underage kids.”  

            “I can prove it,” Cooper dug for his ID and held it up. “That’s Blaine Anderson, my seventeen year old brother.”

            Blaine scowled at the floor.

            “Kid, give me your ID,” The man held a hand out and Blaine handed it over. “This one says your thirty eight. Give me your real ID.”

            Blaine scowled further and handed over his license.

            “Blaine Anderson, seventeen,” The bounced tapped it on his hand a few times. “I think you should both leave.”

            “Sounds like a good plan,” Cooper grabbed his brother’s arm and dragged him out again. “What the fuck is wrong with you?!”

            “Nothing!” Blaine shouted and wrenched his arm free. “Why are you here? Don’t you have some big important life back in L.A?”

            “Yeah, one that I had to put on hold to come drag you out of a gay club’s bathroom,” Cooper shouted back. “Where are mom and dad?”

            “I don’t know. Skiing in Switzerland, on a cruise in the Bahamas, tanning in Fiji, are they ever here?” Blaine threw his hands up in the air and turned to glare at Sebastian and Dave. “Why the fuck are you two so involved all of a sudden?”

            “Because you’re in trouble.”

            “And you care?” He let out a shrill laugh. “When have any of you cared about me? Karofsky, you hated me for dating Kurt, Sebastian, you were all too happy just to fuck me and Cooper, you just need me around to ooh and aw at all of the amazing things you do.”

            “That’s not true,” Cooper shook his head.

            “But it is,” Blaine wrapped his arms around his stomach. “Now, I have to be somewhere. I’m meeting up with some friends.”

            “Friends? Oh, did you mean your drug dealer? Or maybe your pimp?” Cooper gave his brother a sharp look. “Just…come home.”

            “No,” Blaine’s eyes flicked around.

            “I’m really not playing,” Cooper just looked sad.

            “Neither am I, I need to be somewhere,” His voice dropped to a whimper.

            “No you don’t. You don’t need to go,” Cooper took a few steps closer and Blaine stumbled back, eyes wide. “Just come home.”

            “I…I need,” Tears sprung to his eyes and Blaine dragged his fingers through his hair, closing his eyes tightly. “I can’t wait any longer.”

            “Just eat something and get some sleep,” Dave said gently, making Blaine jump.

            “It’s okay,” Cooper placed a hand on Blaine’s arm.

            After some reassuring, they finally got Blaine into the car where he passed out almost instantly. The car ride was absolutely silent as they drove to the Anderson’s house and got Blaine into bed.

            “Thanks guys,” Cooper pulled the blankets up over his brother. “You don’t have to stay. Go home and get some sleep.”

            “Let us know if you need anything,” Dave smiled and Sebastian nodded.

            “I will, thanks again,” He gave them an exhausted smile and turned back to his brother.

            With a deep, trembling breath, he gently turned Blaine’s arm over. Small, dark track marks covered his thin arms and if Cooper looked closely he could see a few marks among the finger shaped bruises on his throat.

            “Oh B,” Cooper sighed, blinking back tears. “What have you gotten yourself into.”

            He wiped at his eyes and went downstairs. After Cooper fixed himself a cup of coffee he grabbed his lap top and started researching nearby rehab centers.

            The next morning when Cooper woke up the house was strangely quiet. He stretched slightly on the couch where he had fallen asleep and stood up. With a large yawn he started towards the kitchen when something caught his eye.

            His wallet on the floor.

            Panic crawling up his throat, Cooper grabbed his wallet to find that all his cash and credit cards were gone. He sprinted up the stairs and into Blaine’s room, scowling at the empty bed.

            “Damn it!” He sighed.