I wish I could have gazed at his eyes for hours, until the moonlight mused into sunlight.

“Order up!”

Blaine drops his pen into the fold of his notebook and frantically closes it. Before he manages to bend down and hide his notebook in the cabinet, behind the counter, a hand reaches out and snatches it.

“Hey!” Blaine whips around to Debbie, the owner of the diner. She smirks and shoves a plate full of salad in his face.

“Take this to table 7.”

“Give me my notebook back!” He takes the plate of food and attempts to rip the book away from Debbie, but she pulls away and opens it. She starts walking around the counter. Blaine grumbles and takes the food to table 7. He places it down without one glance at the person sitting there.

“Enjoy your food.” Blaine mumbles before he shoots himself in the direction of Debbie, who is now standing next to Tina; both of them are reading the book.

“Give it back, Deb! This isn’t funny.” Blaine reaches a hand out but Debbie put the book before her back. Tina only giggles.

“Lovesick aren’t ya, pumpkin?”

Blaine sighs, “Deb-”

“Don’t ‘Deb’ me, boy. What have I told you about doing this while you’re on the clock?”

Blaine raises an eyebrow and points about the diner. The red and white tiled walls are sparkling clean because Tina has had nothing to do all day but clean them. The windows are spotless. The authentic 50’s diner seats are perfect, except for the tear in table 3’s. The counter was spotless, the potted plants inside and outside were watered. The liquor behind the counter is even color coordinated because Blaine had a few minutes this morning. All of three people were in the diner. He turns back to Debbie, “Three people. We’re having such a slow day I want to cry. Now can I please have my book back?!”

The chime on the door goes off and a man sits at the counter. He’s wearing a trench coat and sunglasses. Tina rushes over to take his order. Blaine sighs and turns back to Debbie. She has her hands placed firmly on her hips. The book was placed on the table next to them.

“You gonna tell me who the boy is?”

Blaine grabs his book back and hugs it to his chest, “He’s just…”

Debbie raises an eyebrow, “He’s just…?”

“He’s no one. I saw this guy at the park before I came here.”

“Well, he sure sounds like someone…” Blaine frowns and Deb touches his cheek gently, “He cute?”

Blaine swats her hand away and laughs, “God, Deb, he was so cute. He had the most…beautiful face I have ever seen on a man.”

Deb gives him a soft smile, “Well that’s great. You talk to him or something?”

“Well um…no…”

Deb smacks him on the back of the neck.

“HEY! What was that for?!”

Debbie rolls her eyes, “For being an idiot!” she lowers her voice when someone looks over at them, “You really need to get yourself out there. I can tell you’re not happy, Blaine. When was the last time you’ve had a boyfriend?”

“I…well…my freshman year of college.”

“My point exactly! You haven’t had any lovin’ in four years. Oh, no wonder you’re so depressing.”

“Fuck off, Deb. I get plenty of lovin’.”

“Not what I meant, idiot.” Deb takes Blaine by the shoulders and turns him around, “Now go give that man his drink.”

***

I never feel more in power

then when I have some fucking

nobody flat on his back

while I’m riding his cock,

and I won’t stop until

he screams.

That isn’t necessarily the situation for Blaine at this moment, though. He has his wrists tied to his headboard as some faceless man fucks into him. He feels helpless. The faceless man keeps scratching down Blaine’s back and all Blaine can do now is whimper because he came five minutes ago and with the noises this man is making, there is no way he’s getting it back up.

Blaine just hangs his head and pants. Sweat is beading and falling into his eyes.

“Yeah, buddy, gonna come.”

Thank fucking God, Blaine’s mind screams. Blaine has never been less turned on by a man calling him “buddy” in his adult life. The restraints around Blaine’s wrists start to finally scratch against Blaine’s fresh cuts, making them rip open and bleed. Blaine whines and finally the man behind him…releases inside him.

Blaine squeezes his eyes shut in rage. He bites his lip to stop from screaming. Finally, the man reaches above him and releases Blaine from the restraints. Blaine turns and lies down in the bed, hugging his wrists to his chest.

The man lies down next to him and goes in for a kiss. Blaine puts up a hand and pushes his face away.

“I don’t kiss my clients.”

“Oh…right.”

Blaine stares up at the ceiling, trying not to look the man in the eyes.

“Shit, did I do that to you?” The man points to Blaine’s wrists.

“No, you…no you didn’t.”

Blaine can feel the man shift and get out of the bed. He can hear the jingle of a belt.

Blaine bites down on his bottom lip until the question just can’t be ignored, “Did you…did you use a…”

“Oh…I um…I must have forgot.”

“Yeah,” Blaine closes his eyes to keep his tears from falling, “I figured.”

“Where’s your bathroom?”

Blaine points to the front door, never looking the man in the eye, “Down the hall.” He swings his legs over the side of the bed and hisses when he stands. “You can use it when you leave.”

Blaine walks the little way to his kitchen, opens the almost broken fridge and grabs a water bottle. When he turns around the man is chest to chest with him.

“Oh thanks,” the man grabs the water bottle from Blaine’s hands.

Blaine sighs, “Yeah,” he rubs the back of his neck, “Where’s my cash?”

The man nods and walks around the counter and grabs his jacket. He pulls out his wallet. The man whips out five $100 bills and puts them on the table. He then opens the change compartment of his wallet and pulls out a little baggy full of white powder and puts it on the table next to the cash.

“Where’s the rest of it?”

“The rest of it?! That’s five hundred bucks and two grams of coke!”

“You fucked me bareback without my consent! That’s another two hundred.”

The man sighs and puts two more $100 bills on the table, “You weren’t even worth it.”

“Get out.”

Blaine walks around to the front door and opens it. He grabs the man by his elbow and pulls him out the door. The man laughs and turns around to him.

“Fuck you.”

Blaine smirks and looks down at the man’s left hand. A plain gold ring was on his ring finger. Blaine looks up at the man, right into his dark brown eyes, “Say hi to the wifey for me.”

With that he slams the door.

He treads over to his smudgy bedroom window and pulls back the curtains. The street below is empty and the street lamp flickers every so often. Old, dirty, beaten up cars line the streets. The front door to Blaine’s apartment building bangs open and he watches the man run down the street until he’s completely gone. He never did learn his name.

Blaine paces over to the kitchen table and grabs the baggy of coke and turns off the kitchen light as he walks back over to his bedroom. He sits on the floor in between his bed and the coffee table. He empties a little of the bag onto the table and makes a line. He breathes deep and then leans over the table and snorts it. He looks over to the wall clock with a crack in it.

4:00 a.m.

Blaine lies down on his back and stares up at the water stain on the ceiling.

***

“Blaine fucking Anderson open this door right now!”

The pounding on the door gets louder and more intense. Blaine just pulls a blanket from off of his bed and covers his ears.

“Blaine OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR OR I AM BREAKING IT DOWN!”

“FUCK OFF, TINA!”

“Blaine I will call the police, open the door.”

Blaine chuckles and rolls over on the floor, hugging against the leg of the coffee table.

“Hi, yes, Hello My name is Tina Cohen-Chang, my friend has locked himself in his apartment and I think he’s-”

Blaine jumps up from off the floor and runs over to the front door. He rips it open and grabs the phone out of Tina’s hand and hangs up. Tina pushes past Blaine and drops her purse on the kitchen table with a sigh.

“Jesus, you’d think a tornado ripped through here.”

“Fuck you.”

Tina turns to Blaine and glares, “Fuck me?! FUCK YOU! I have been trying to reach you since noon! Do you have any idea what I thought happened?! You left the club last night with some politician looking motherfucker and now I find you, almost 13 hours later, not answering your phone or your FUCKING door!”

Blaine gulps, “I just…”

“You just what, Blaine?”

He sighs and starts to rub his temples. Tina looks down at the kitchen table and sees the cash on the table; she grabs it and holds it up to Blaine’s nose.

“Are…you…SHITTING ME?!”

“Tina…” Blaine warns, his eyes beginning to brim with tears.

“A client?! He was a client?! What the fuck is wrong with you?!”

Blaine is sobbing now. He rips the money out of her hands and throws it back on the table. “I had to pay my rent this month or they were gonna kick me out, Tina! What was I supposed to do? I was down two hundred bucks. He was willing to give me five hundred bucks, Tina! Five hundred! I wasn’t gonna turn that down.”

Tina closes her eyes and rubs the bridge of her nose, “There is seven hundred dollars there, Blaine.”

“I…I know.” Blaine glances over to the bedroom and Tina follows his gaze.

She storms over to the coffee table and sighs, “Blaine…”

“2 grams of cocaine, too.”

“Well, aren’t you a high-class hooker!”

“Fuck. You.”

“Making your way up now!”

“Tina…”

”Mike and I could’ve helped you out, Blaine! We could’ve given you the money.”

Blaine looks down the tiled kitchen floor and realizes he still doesn’t have pants on. He feels defenseless and helpless, just like he did last night. He can hear Tina gasp and he knows she found the rope restraints that were still tied to his headboard.

“What else happened last night, Blaine?”

Tina walks over to him and gently takes his hands in hers. She gently pulls him over to sit on the bed. He sits with a hiss. Tina takes his hands in hers and flips them over palm side up. She looks at the open wounds on his wrists and puts her own hand on her mouth.

“He…fucked me without a condom.” Blaine just stared at the floor, “I wasn’t thinking. I don’t even…I thought he put one on, I really did. But…afterwards, I realized he wasn’t wearing one.” His voice turns into a quiet whisper, “I can’t believe I let his happen again…”

Tina nods and he eyes start to dart back and forth, “Okay um…I want you to get dressed. And um…we’re gonna go get you tested.”

Blaine nods and the tears start pouring down his cheeks. Tina pulls him in and hugs him tight. Blaine’s hot face presses against the crevice of her neck. He wraps his arms around her waist and holds her close. Tina just rubs circles along his naked back.

***

Blaine hated the clinic. Although, he never met anyone who really enjoyed being here, but still, Blaine hated the clinic. It made him feel cheap. The walls lined with medical equipment seem to mock him and he wanted nothing more than to crawl into the fetal position and hide in the corner of the room.

Tina puts her hand on his knee to make him stop shaking. “Stop it. Everything will be fine.”

Blaine just sighs, because she’s usually right but this time something is different. As soon as the doctor comes back in the room, Blaine pulls down his jacket sleeves down to hide his bandaged wrists.

The doctor’s name is Monica and she has really pretty blonde hair. Blaine likes her because she doesn’t try to bullshit her patients while circling around the point. She’s straightforward and Blaine can appreciate that. Tina, on the other hand, thinks she’s a straight-up bitch.

“Alright, well Blaine your test results came back for Gonorrhea and Herpes. You’re negative for both.” She let Blaine have a moment to sigh and process the information, “But, that doesn’t mean that you’re done here. I want you to come back in three or so weeks to be tested for other STD’s. Then in about three or so months I want you to come back to be tested for the biggie.”

Blaine nods, “HIV.”

Monica nods, “Yes. It’s very serious that you come back and get tested, Blaine. I’m going to need you to talk to the people in the front to make the appointments. I’m also going to ask that you try to keep from having sex for a while. But I know that’s probably nearly impossible, especially for someone as handsome as you,” She smiles when Blaine blushes, “so just make sure you are safe, Blaine. This is the second time I’ve had to see you for something like this. And quite frankly after the next two appointments I never want to see you again. We understood?”

Blaine nods slowly. Monica then turns to Tina and points her finger, “You try to keep him out of trouble, alright?”

Tina smirks and stands, “I’ll try my best, doc.”

“Alright, well, see you in a few weeks, Blaine.” With that, she leaves.

Blaine sighs deeply and leans against the wall behind him, “Can we go now?”

Tina nods, “Yeah c’mon.”