Blaine is frantic at first, checking all the rooms and even under the beds to make sure the boy isnt just hiding somewhere in their apartment, but hes no where to be found.  After Rachel calls through her door to see if the coast is clear and pushes her furniture back in place, she joins Blaine as he explores the apartment - though her intent is to ensure nothing has been stolen.

When hes checked the halls and the pantry, he finally accepts that the boy is gone.

Rachel meanwhile is complaining about the couch, which has a slight blood stain on it and a bit of an odor.  Shes sure it needs to be replaced, even though Blaine has yet to see her actually sit in the damned thing.  Shes also upset about the loss of what she calls "her favourite umbrella".

Nothing else is gone though, so Blaine goes outside to see if he can find her the umbrella and also retrieve his phone.  Both are gone though and the boy is no where in sight on the street either.  Theres nothing more he can do but take a nap and hope the boy shows up again that night.

But despite Blaine checking through the window every five minutes that evening and well into the wee hours of the morning, until Rachel threatens to call their parents on him for being ridiculous, theres no sign of the boy.

He drags himself out to school the next day, bereft of a good nights sleep and worried about if hell ever see the boy again.  He even leaves the gym early to see if the boy is there that evening.

But hes not, and again Blaine stands vigil by his window and waits and hopes to see something more than New Yorkers walking by with entitled senses of urgency and vacant stares ahead of them.  

Three more days this goes on and Rachel is angry.  Slamming doors and kettles down on the stovetop as she insists his obsession with the boy is unhealthy and going to ruin him.  He lets her bark at him, letting the words pass around him.  Hes already too far gone.  Hes let himself care and theres no going back now.

Its Friday when Blaine sees him standing on the corner again as Blaine is coming home from the gym, and the instant he sees him there, hes walking faster and grinning broadly, just to elated that hes alive and back there and not in a metal case in the city morge.

The boy doesnt match his smile when he notices Blaine coming towards him.  His face is still bruised, make-up covering the worst of it, and his vest has been stiched up,  Dark splotches of bruises go up his arms but hes walking in spot and smoking and able to look darkly upon Blaine so there are some small miracles in this world.

"The fuck you want?"

Blaine stops short of being just a foot away from the boy, eyes going wide.  Maybe he imagined that he was the one, the only one, that intervened in this boy being hurt worse than he already was last weekend or that he carried him and housed him for the night.  

"I just.... I..."

The boy lifts his head and exhales a cloud of smoke above him, his own personal cloud, forcing Blaine to stare at his long neck and try and figure out just what he intended to say when he came over here.

"I wanted to make sure you were alright." is what he finally settles on saying.

"Fucking peachy.  Now get.  I have money to make."

No thank you for saving me or thank you for taking care of me or no You must have been so worried about me for the past week and it must have driven you near crazy not to know how I was.  Blaine is dumbstruck by the disregard for his attempts to do good by this boy.  Its not like he expected a medal, but some acknowledgement would be nice. He seethes on the inside just a bit for not getting that little bit of respect.

Although, he doesnt let it show as he gives the boy a nod and quietly walks off.

Blaine watches outside of his window that night.  He sees the boy walk up to car windows and lean in, talking to whomever is inside.  Sometimes he gets in and is gone for awhile, and other times he backs off and the cars drive off without him.  He smokes through the night  - probably to help him keep warm, and Blaine is surprised that there isnt a path worn into the cement where he paces back and forth between customers.  

Its one in the morning when Blaine watches a familiar car drive up.  Its the same one the guys from last week drove off in and Blaine is running out his door and grabbing his coat off the hook before he realizes it and going out the front of the apartment building.

The boy is leaning into the open window of the car on the passenger side, talking to whomever is inside, but Blaine yelling out Hey! and running over seems to spook both the boy, who stands up, and the occupant of the car, who speeds off on seeing Blaine.

"What the hell!"

Blaine looks off after the car, trying to see if he can catch the plate number before glancing back to the boy who has his arms crossed and looks seriously pissed off.

"That was the car from last weekend.  I just... you... they hurt you."

"You fucking ruined a deal I was making.  You cost me money!"

Blaine looks at the boy in surprise.  Was money really that much more important than his safety that he was willing to risk going off with that guy?  

"What the fuck is wrong with you?"  The boy asks of Blaine, kicking one of his heels into the pavement.

"I just.... I didnt want you to get hurt again."

"Newsflash Romeo.  Guys who pay guys for sex usually arent the tender loving kind of man.  I know what to expect."

Blaine cant help but smirk a little.  "Its Blaine... not Romeo... and I just cant stand by and let you get hurt even if you seem to not mind it."

The boy snorts, shaking his head and pulling a cigarette out of his vest breast pocket and lighting it up with a lighter he retrieves from his pants pocket.  "Fucking whatever.  Youre just a trust fund baby with a hero complex.  Screw off."

Blaine cant hold back anymore, "Screw off?  I saved your ass last weekend and youre treating me like shit!  I had to replace my phone and my sister wants to replace our couch because of you!"

The boy just snickers and takes a puff of the cigarette before responding, "So?"

"So?!" Blaine spreads his arms out to either side and lets his jaw drop.  "So youre whining about money and you cost me money and you dont get to say that I cost you a deal when I saved you!"

"I would have been fine without you."  The boy turns and walks back to the sidewalk, Blaine in pursuit, "Its happened before and itll happen again.  You want a humanitarian award or something?  cause I aint on any nomination committee for that crap anyhow."

"No... no... I dont... I just... "  Blaine sighs and rubs his hands over his hair, struggling to verbalize his feelings better, "I just dont understand how you can not care about yourself like that?"

The boy spins around in place to face Blaine again, eyeing him incredulously, "Im fucking filling my lungs with cancer, out in the winter without a coat, staying up until all hours, and fucking whomever will give me a few bucks and you really think that getting smacked around a bit is going to suddenly make me give a shit about myself?  Guess what, I clearly dont give a shit.  Maybe you should give less of one.  Or better yet - mind your own business."

Blaine frowns, and his anger gives way to sadness and pity.  "Well... I cant.  Can I at least pay you for what I made you lose?"

That catches the boys attention, an eyebrow darting right up as he scans Blaines face for sincerity, "How much?"

Blaine sucks in a breath and digs his hand into his coat pocket, feeling a few bills in there and pulling them out, "I have this left over from supper...."

The boy looks down at Blaines hand, back up to his face to make sure, and then grabs the cash.  Its just thirty dollars, but it puts a grin on the boys face - the first one Blaine has ever seen him sport and its genuine.

"What the fuck do you eat for supper that this is whats left over?  Fuck...."  The boy shoves the bills in his back pocket and then suddenly grabs Blaines hand and drags him to the side of the building, Blaine yelping in surprise and then looking around in worry.  Is he about to get mugged for more and just going to let it happen?

"You need to shut up." The boy scolds him and then shoves him against the wall, making Blaine cough.  Hands are suddenly on Blaines waist and hes sure hes opened himself up to letting this boy steal his credit card and watch by not fighting back - but he doesnt want to fight someone whos so clearly desparate for cash that hell let himself get beat up anyhow.

But thats not what the boy has in mind.  He drops to a squat in front of Blaine and peels down Blaines pyjama pants so unexpectedly that Blaine yelps again - this time from the cold hitting him in his most sensitive places and because of the shock of it happening to begin with.

"Shhh..."  The boy orders, grabbing Blaines definitely disinterested member and trying to coax it to attention despite Blaines frantic whimpers.

"No.... nononono... you dont have to... thats not why I....OH!"

The cold of the outside has been replaced by a warm, welcoming mouth thats dropped over Blaines flacid length and begins sucking on him hard and demanding and theres no way his body can refuse to be interested now as his cock hardens quickly inside that mouth.  Blaine reaches back and grabs the wall to brace himself.  Jesus, this happened so quickly.  What the hell?

Once Blaine is completely erect, a rip of a condom wrapper is heard and the mouth temporarily retreats and a condom is rolled over Blaines cock so quickly he doesnt even have time to register the cold there because the mouth is back on him before it can happen.

"You dont have to...."  Blaine gasps as a tongue is expectly swabbed back and forth over his frenulum, "You dont.....  oh god...."

He winces his eyes shut and shudders as the boys mouth bobs back and forth and he cant even form words anymore, only grunts of pleasure.  He is vaguely aware that this is the first time this has ever happened to him, but it doesnt seem that important that this is the way its happening because, god, its happening and its fantastic.

He comes soon, probably embarrassingly soon and slumps back against the wall, panting and wheezing, his breathes coming out with puffs of visible air as warm air hits the cold.  The condom is pulled off him, tied off, and tossed him the boy who pulls up Blaines pants as a courtesy when he stands up.

"I dont take charity."

Blaine can only nod and breath heavily in response and he hears a chuckle from the boy and then the flick of a lighter and the smell of cigarette smoke.  Blaine opens his eyes up then and looks blearily over at the boy who is still snickering at him.  Was he that pathetic?

"I didnt... I didnt... mean it to be charity but...oh god..."  

The boy laughs again and shakes his head, walking back out from between the buildings and to the sidewalk, leaving Blaine to collect himself before walking out after him.

"I didnt mean for it to be charity and you didnt have to do that...."

"Oh deal with it trust fund boy.  It didnt seem like you minded all that much."

Blaine is quiet, and his body is so relaxed now that it doesnt seem like his spinning mind really belongs attached to it.  How can he possibly argue that.  Of course he didnt mind.  Hes a young man after all and the boy is nothing short of amazingly attractive.  His brain though is trying to apply logic to this situation which is nothing short of illogical.  The implications of letting a hooker suck him off... what would Rachel think?  Or his parents?  Is it sad that hes had to resort to a streetwalker to get his first bit of intimacy?  Can he even call something like what just happened intimacy?

"You should go back up.  Youre going to scare off any customers.  Unless of course you have any more spare change."

Blaine frowns, so easily discarded, and the total reality hits him.  Hes just a notch on this boys headboard.  Cash for pleasure.  He turns and walks off, drawing his coat tightly around himself, so ashamed now.  The pleasure not forgotten but definitely dulled by just how pathetic he must be.

And the boy just keeps standing out there, looking for someone else to make feel good for a little while.