After his night of do nothing and make big cash, Kurt began to see a lot more of Blaine as Blaine invited himself to hang out with Kurt almost every night.

It was less than endearing.

“I'm trying to earn a living here!  Either pay me to hang out with you or piss off!” Was how Kurt put it one night.

Another night, when Blaine was insisting that Kurt wear a hoodie that Blaine was offering because it was especially cold, Kurt less than calmly asked if Blaine really knew what his business was.

“But you're always sniffling.”  Blaine countered, causing Kurt to laugh while Blaine looked on in confusion.  The kid really was naive.

Then of course, there was the fact that Blaine always burst out of his building every time Kurt was getting dropped off by a client to make sure that Kurt was alright.  Honestly, Kurt had gotten along fine for the past two years without this kid so who was this kid to think he needed him now?  

“Fuck.  Off.”

Then there were the times that food was delivered to him from Blaine.  Kurt really couldn't say no to it, especially since Quinn seemed to be ridiculously hungry lately and eating more than her share.  He let Blaine feed him, almost becoming dependant on him for his daily meals - not that he'd let Blaine know that though.  He did need to shake the kid off after all.

“I'd pay you to come up again… but my sister is there and…”

“And she doesn't take kindly to strangers who have been known to bleed all over her couch and suck her brother's cock.  Got it.”

Besides, while the kid might have some cash, there was no way he could expect him to do that for him every night.

The worst of it came after one of his regulars used him so hard that he was sore and bleeding afterwards.  He'd only be able to suck cock for the rest of the night and that would limit how much he could take back home.  When Blaine saw him though, he thought the poor kid was going to have a conniption fit.

“Why don't you report them to the police?  Why do you let this happen to you?”  He whined, looking over the bruises dotting Kurt's arms like spots.  He didn't even know what had happened below.

“It's not a pretty world Blaine.  There's a lot of guys out there who take out how much they hate themselves on me.”  Kurt mused, taking a puff of his cigarette between breaths as he tried to keep himself calm in order to calm down the kid beside him who, try as he might, would definitely not leave him alone now.

“That doesn't make it alright…”  Blaine grumbled and looked up at the building, “Look… my sister is probably asleep now… you could come up and…”

“You paying?”

“I… I haven't been to a cash machine today.”

Kurt shook his head.  This kid needed to know where he stood.  Much as a warm shower and a place to rest up for a bit sounded nice, he wasn't about to let the kid think he was some kind of guardian angel for Kurt.  Kurt could handle himself, and he knew that as soon as whatever fantasy this kid had for him had passed, he'd need to get used to not having Blaine around anyhow.

“Cole says Big G is going to be by today…” Quinn noted when Kurt crawled into his blanket that morning.  Cole had been sleeping when Kurt came in, and, as expected, Kurt just left the cash he had made in the bowl by the front door and gone downstairs.

“Thank god… I need a good fix.” Kurt groaned as he snuggled in against Quinn.

“Kurt…”

“Quinn…?”

“I need to tell you something.”

This didn't sound good.  In fact, Kurt could count on one hand the number of times Quinn had started a conversation with that and each and every time had ended up with her bawling and him pissed.

“What the fuck Quinn…”

“I'm going to go…”  She whispered.

Kurt's eyes went wide and he sat right up, “What the fuck you mean you're going to go?  Go where?”

She sat herself up to, rubbing her arms as the cool air hit them, “Back home.  Back to Lima.”  She looked up at him pleadingly, “Please come with me.”

“What?”  He was aghast.  Where this had come from he didn't know, but Kurt did know that Cole wasn't just going to let them leave, and Kurt knew that there was nothing for him, for either of them, back in Lima.  “You have got to be shitting me.”

She shook her head and looked down, “Haven't you seen… I mean… I haven't been taking anything Kurt… It's still hard, but I'm clean…”

That took Kurt by surprise, and he tried to think back to the past month and no, he didn't remember seeing Quinn using, but then again, Kurt was usually too blissed out in his own little world to notice anything besides how good he felt when there was coke around.

“And… I can't do this anymore Kurt… I need to go back… I need to go…. I can't…”  She was already sobbing softly between her words and trying to lean into Kurt who was pulling away.

“Fine.  You're clean.  But that doesn't mean you need to go.  Cole will freak… and I'll be alone… and…”

“No...no Kurt… I need you.  You can come with me… and Cole has no reach out there.  We'd be fine.”  She snuffled, again trying to seek out the comfort of his arms.

He blindly wrapped them around her then, just shaking his head, “You're crazy… insane… I can't go.  What the hell would I do in Lima that I can't do here?  There's no way I'd make more on the street in Lima than I do here and then I'd just be a Lima Loser.  Better to be a New York Loser….”

She sobbed against him, “You could clean up Kurt… please…”

“I… can't…”

Another set of choked sobs, and then, “You remember… a couple months ago when Big G visited and Cole also had over all those other big guys?”

By big guys she meant guys who were big dealers, and yes, he definitely remembered.  He remembered the day long high anyhow and not much else.  Things were always fuzzy when he was in his bliss.

“I remember they were here Quinn… fuck… did something happen then?”

She just nodded, “Yes… but you don't remember… and I don't want to tell you then… just… it's just changed everything Kurt… and I can't be here anymore… I want to see Beth again.  I've missed so much.  Fucked up so much… and I want to be a good mother.”

Kurt sighed.  He wished he knew how to argue that, wished he knew how to counter it… but he remembered his own mother, who was probably rolling over in her grave at how Kurt had turned out.  He remembered how much her love meant to him when he was little and it seemed like no one else loved him.  He couldn't fault Quinn for wanting to be that.  

“What the fuck am I supposed to do without you…”  He whined.  He couldn't even picture it.  It had been him and Quinn against the world for as long as he could remember it now.

“Come with me… Kurt… please…”

He didn't respond, but his lack of response seemed to tell her plenty and she cried against him until her tears ran out and there was nothing left in her.

“Please don't tell them where I've gone then….”

“You know I won't.”

“If only you loved girls.”

“If only you had a cock.”

Soft, weak chuckles and they held one another as they fell asleep.  When Kurt awoke, Quinn was gone.  

He got himself ready for Big G like he usually did, putting the fact that Quinn was gone to the back of his mind and then made his appearance - Big G cooing over him as usual.

“Beautiful skin… like a doll I tell you Cole.” Kurt heard Big G saying above him as he worked.  If only beautiful skin was all he needed to get by in the world.

“Indeed…. Kurt.  Where the fuck is Quinn?  Much as I love to watch you giving head - I'd like to be getting some as well.” Cole spat, forcing Kurt to lift his head and look back.

“Don't know.  She was gone when I got up.”

“Fucking cunt….”  Cole was up behind him and storming down into the basement while Kurt's head was redirected by Big G back to finishing the task at hand.  By the time Cole stormed back up, Kurt was getting his reward and snorting it up with glee.

“She's fucking gone.  She took all her shit and she's gone.  Now don't fucking lie to me Kurt.”

Kurt looked up at Cole, eyes wide as he tried the best he could at innocence. “I didn't notice… I was sleeping.”

He registered the kick to his thigh, wincing his eyes shut as he forced himself out of his body.  Don't think about it, don't think about.  

“Where is she!?”

He heard Big G and Cole arguing then, and, in what seemed to take longer than usual, Kurt felt the drugs kick in.  As always, all he registered was the euphoria.  He always felt like he could do anything when he had the high, and knew he was especially agreeable to others as well.  

When his high tapered off, he found himself in the living room still, pants around his ankles, and alone.  He pulled them up, wincing at the pain up inside him and went to go see if anyone else was around.  

Cole was passed out upstairs, in his room, with two of the other whores that shared the place - though they got the upstairs spare bedroom to share since they had been there first.   In the kitchen, Kurt found one of Cole's mules, some kid still in high school who was totally blissed out as well, sleeping in a puddle of his own drool on the table.  

Downstairs all he found was the aftermath of Cole's rage.  It looked like Kurt was limited to the clothing on his back since the rest of his clothes were tattered and left strewn over the floor there.

“Damn it Quinn….”  

He left early for work that night, assuming that Cole would expect more out of him since Quinn had left.  It also stopped Kurt from having to worry about where she was and if she was okay.  

The only thing stronger than how worried he was over her was how mad he was at her for leaving.

When Blaine greeted him that night, he managed to scare him off with a slew of filthy words and threats.  The kid had retreated into his apartment, even though Kurt knew full well by this point that he was probably watching him out of the window like the creeper he was.

Thankfully, Kurt was busy that night, and seemed to have a steady stream of customers right up until well past midnight when things tapered off.  Everytime Blaine tried to come outside to check up on Kurt, Kurt had been vicious right back to him.  He didn't have time for babysitting.

At one, a regular of Kurt's pulled up.  “Hey baby!”

Kurt licked his lips over and did his best to saunter in the most sultry way he knew how over to the car, “Hey yourself.  In the mood for some attention tonight?”

The guy inside the car grinned.  It was one of the crew that hated themselves, but they were nothing if not regular customers and Kurt had to ensure what they needed out of him in order to make a living.  He dug into his pocket and pulled out a little baggie, filled with powder, “I don't have cash, but I thought maybe you'd like to share in this?”

Fuck.  Did Kurt ever need that right now.

He was in the car right away, driven off to a quiet lot where he gave the guy the fastest blow job he could manage.  He needed the high.  He needed not to think.

When he was done, the guy just laughed and handed the package over, Kurt sniffing it up without pause.  It wasn't bad… but it felt like it had been cut with something else, and as the high started to hit, Kurt also felt his heart began to beat itself outside of his chest and the world began to go black.