Blaine had never sworn so much or so freely.  He had also never thrown a punch at anything other than a punching bag and in a matter of minutes that had all changed.   His adrenaline was soaring and he wanted so badly to go over to where the police were cuffing Sebastian and give him a second black eye but with Kurt latched onto him like he was, he knew it wasn't going to happen, and that was probably for the best.

“Jesus christ Blaine…” Wes said as he looked around the scene after entering the apartment, “Drama much?”

“Screw off Wes.” Blaine snapped, drawing a shocked look not only from Wes, but from Kurt nestled against him, and even from Sebastian who glanced back at him one final time.  

The three friends existed in silence amoung the officers until Sebastian was hauled away and the friendliest looking officer of the bunch came and knelt down by where Blaine had Kurt wrapped up in a blanket (not that he needed another layer really) on the couch and was trying to soothe him by rubbing small circles into his back.  He had been able to feel Kurt's pounding heart through his back and the blanket ever since he had gotten him to this spot, and it had barely slowed.

“We're going to need your statement now hon.” She said, offering a weak smile as she patiently (and hopefully for that matter) waited for Kurt to speak so she could make notes.

Blaine had already given his statement.  He had come home with Romeo from the vet, heard a cry from the kitchen and went to investigate.  To his horror he found his boyfriend (well, ex now obviously) with his pants dropped and his hand in Kurt's hair trying to pull him forward and towards his over eager self.  Blaine snapped then.  He didn't know what had led up to that point, but he knew it was wrong and he lashed out at Sebastian with one solid hit at the same time Romeo went at Sebastian's ankles.  Sebastian was knocked out long enough for Blaine to call the police and Wes, and Romeo snuggled up against Kurt while Blaine stood guard over Sebastian.

No, he told the officer that had questioned him, he didn't know about the cocaine on Sebastian nor that Sebastian was muling drugs.  He never suspected.  No, he said to another question, he didn't think there was any sort of agreed upon transaction going on given Kurt's withdrawn behaviour and the position of power Sebastian seemed to have over him when he came in.  In fact, he had said, the suggestion was insulting since Kurt had been off the drugs and participating so earnestly in his recovery process. No, he didn't give Sebastian a key and he didn't know how he got one. Yes, he understood the way he reacted might get him in some trouble, but quite frankly he didn't give a shit.  Sebastian was lucky that Blaine only punched him once and Romeo only tore the bottom of his pant legs.

Blaine had managed to get Kurt pried away from the kitchen and had led him to the couch where he tried to comfort him.  If Sebastian had caused Kurt's progress to stunt or restart, Blaine was going to ensure that Sebastian paid for it - one way or another.

Part of him was angry at Sebastian, seething actually, but a larger part was angry at himself for being so completely clueless that he didn't see what Sebastian was really interested in when he asked about Kurt.  It was his fault that this had happened.  He had let Sebastian into his life and he had used his closeness to Blaine to hurt Kurt.  What the hell was wrong with this world?

Blaine was also worried that Kurt wouldn't respond to the police given his history in the hospital.  He didn't know enough about the law to know if his statement alone would be enough to keep Kurt safely away from Sebastian and worried that if Sebastian was freed then Kurt would still feel threatened.  “Kurt… please… if you don't say anything-”  

“He knows my ex-pimp.” Kurt blurted out then, pushing himself up to sit as he looked over to the officer.  “If he talks there might be retaliation against Blaine.”

The fact that Kurt so easily and calmly had found it within himself to respond to the officer gave Blaine pause.  He glanced back to Wes who looked equally surprised at the turn of events and gave Blaine a small but hopeful smile.  Maybe his progress hadn't been as damaged as bad as Blaine had thought it might.

“Alright…”  She wrote down a couple things and looked up, clearly unphased by Kurt's admission, “.. tell me sweetie, what's the boss' name?  We'll look him up, check his status.”

“Cole Krentz.”

Blaine processed that.  It was the first time he'd heard the name and once it settled into his mind, he shuddered and felt sick.  There was an actual, real person that had done things to Kurt.  Everything was more real now… and that name… oh shit….

“Jerry!”  The woman called back to her partner who was looking over the scene lazily, “Can you call dispatch.  Get a record on a Cole Krentz?  He's an escort boss!”

“You got it Shirl!”  Behind them a radio blipped and blooped as Jerry spoke in police code with a person on the other end.

“Now then hon, can you tell me what you were doing and what happened?”

Kurt did.  He did and while Blaine was so proud of him for speaking so honestly, he knew he was going to get sick the more he heard.  Every detail brought his stomach that much closer to his throat.  This wasn't real.  This wasn't how people were supposed to treat one another.  He had kissed Sebastian.. many, many, times… and he had… to Kurt….

Blaine ran for the toilet.  He didn't even have time to close the door when he reached it and emptied his stomach out in hard, heavy heaves as he clutched the sides of the porcelain tightly.

Why hadn't Kurt just told him he knew Sebastian?  Why did he lie?

More importantly, how was it that Blaine had ever been interested in such a sleazebag?  Wasn't there supposed to be some kind of warning signs against that?  Didn't the bad guys always look the part? Sebastian had been, at the very least, sweet, charming, and an upstanding citizen.  He came from a good family and had no want for money or brains or looks.  Wasn't that stuff only supposed to happen to the downtrodden and needy?  Didn't people only get that evil for a reason?

He held fast to the toilet for a few minutes more, knuckles white and fingers devoid of warmth as he ensured his stomach was truly empty before he hurriedly brushed his teeth and gargled some mouthwash before going back to the living room, Wes now acting as a surrogate for Blaine as he sat aside Kurt on the couch - even though it looked like Kurt really didn't need it.

“Yeah Shirl.  There's an active 10-92C on the guy.  Currently on roster and awaiting stage time.” The male officer said towards them as Blaine entered.

“Oh!  That's an arrest right?!” Wes perked up and all eyes looked at him curiously. “I watch a lot of cop drama's okay?”

Shirley laughed, and Blaine felt happy she was the one talking to Kurt as she seemed good natured.  “Right.  Can't go into details, but he isn't on the streets right now anyhow.  Anyone else we should be worried about?”

“Uh… I only know him as Big G… he… attacked me when he saw me out a couple months ago and he was Cole's supplier…”

“Gabrielle Gonzalez.”  Jerry offered.  “Yah.  He's in the roost too.  He's big time.  Big crack down on him.  Surprised you didn't see it in the papers.”

Kurt let out a long exhale and Blaine watched from a few feet away as the tension just seemed to melt right out of the boy and make an invisible puddle on the floor by his feet.  “I haven't watched the news in a long time…”

“Alright then kid.  Here's a card with the case number on it.”  Shirley handed it over to Kurt who looked at it quietly.  “You call if you remember anything else.  We'll be in touch.  Hopefully this won't end up being a big trial issue… for your sake kiddo.”

“Hmm…” Kurt nodded and tucked the card into the pocket of his jeans.  “Thanks.”

The police left and the three boys reclined on the couch together, letting the silence settle over them.  After several long minutes, Wes looked towards Kurt and asked, “Should I call your shrink in for an early appointment tomorrow?”

“Fuck no.  Just get me my cigarettes.”

For once, the worry and dismay over smoking in the apartment was forgotten and Kurt smoked freely as he sat on the couch, one after the other until the pack was gone and the whole place stunk.  It gave Blaine a headache, but one he felt he deserved.  In fact, he probably deserved a lot worse.  As Wes and Kurt spoke, Blaine drifted out, mentally cursing himself all the while.  He was so naive.

He didn't even register Wes was going until the click of the door snapped him back to the present.

“So… you going to sulk all night?”  Kurt asked, breaking the silence but not the tension.

“I'm not sulking!” Blaine quickly retorted, looking up and towards Kurt.  

“Well you're being a big, pouty baby over there.”

“Am not.”

Kurt snorted, “Right.”

“I'm just in shock.” Blaine tried to explain.

“Pretty sure that's supposed to be my fucking job.”

“Kurt….” Blaine blinked a few times, letting Kurt's tone really hit him.  Of course he was upset at Blaine.  This was all Blaine's fault after all.

“Look.  I'm just…”  Kurt stood up, “I'm going to go to bed early.”

Blaine shuffled in spot, moving to get up as well when Kurt held a hand up, “On my own.”

Oh.

Blaine slumped back in place, looking after Kurt who walked away to his own room.  Could Kurt sleep on his own?  Or did he just not want Blaine…?  Blaine drew his bottom lip into his mouth and nibbled softly as neither option really sat well with him.  More importantly, could he sleep without Kurt there anymore?