"I thought we raised you better than this Blaine!  Do you know how much I worried when the bank called me to notify me that thousands of dollars had been charged to your credit account from a hospital?  Do you know what that does to a parent?  How am I supposed to pay for someone elses kid to be in the hospital?  Where are his parents Blaine?  Why am I paying to help someone elses cocaine addicted kid?"

Blaine tried to tell his mother how he felt, how what he was doing was the only humane thing he could think of, but Rachel had gotten her argumentative spirit from their mother and Blaine couldnt get a word in.  He just sat there, being yelled at, and made to feel guiltier by the moment.  

His mom was right.  Where were Kurts parents?  

The hospital still only had a first name only for Kurt, and that was just because Blaine supplied it for them.  For all Blaine knew, as Wes, Rachel, and now his mother all told him, Kurt could just be a fake name.  He really didnt know as much as he pretended he did about Kurt.  

"Im stopping payment Blaine.  I do well enough to help you and Rachel out, but no more."

"Mom... he doesnt have anyone else..." Blaine tried.

"Well maybe he should have thought of that before he began using a dangerous and illegal substance."

Kurt had been kept in bed at the hospital.  Apparently, so long as Blaine was paying, the hospital was quite content with administering drugs and treatment to help with the withdrawal and subsequent problems Kurt was having after his seizure.  He didnt like it, and Blaine had suffered, along with the medical staff, verbal abuse the likes of which even Rachel couldnt compare to.  Kurt was insistent that he was in danger if he stayed in the hospital and his wrists at this point were rubbed raw from his attempts to free himself.

"Mom... is there any way I could make it up to you?  Earn it back?  Please... "

"Absolutely not.  I dont like that youve suddenly become so interested in this boy.  I have half a mind to withdraw you from the college and take you home with me so I can keep an eye on you."

"Thats.... you dont need to do that mom..."

"Oh really?  Then you must think that as a mother I can just accept that my son, who has always been so good and well behaved, is suddenly consorting with a streetwalking drug user with no name?  That while hes usually so frugal with his money I discover his bank account is suddenly drained and hes using an emergency credit card for that boys medical bills?  Be honest Blaine - are you using?"

That took Blaine by surprise.  "No mom!  I swear Im not!"

"Then why the sudden allegiance to a boy you dont really know?"

"I just... I dont know mom.  I feel like I have a connection to him."

She sighed.  "I feel like I have a connection to Brad Pitt but you dont see me freaking out over him to the extent youre obsessing over that boy.  Honestly Blaine...."

Here it was.

"... I am so disappointed in  you."

He hung his head.  Those simple words made his heart drop like nothing else.  Of course he wanted to please his mom - what boy didnt?  

His dad hadnt even talked to him yet either.  Blaine wasn't looking forward to that.

By the time his mother was done reprimanding him, Blaine barely had the heart to go check in on Kurt.  He did though, if only because he knew no one else was and there was something terribly wrong about that.

"You fucking fucker asshole....."

At least Kurt was more direct with his rage.  Blaine let the words glide over him and went to sit at the chair beside the bed.  "Youre going to get your wish... my mom is going to stop the payment and then youll be out of here."

Another stream of cursing and Blaines heart couldnt sink any lower.  All of this was for nothing.

Through Wes hed been given a lot of education on what Kurt was apparently going through, information hed read and only paved the way to him feeling more upset about the whole situation.  If Kurt was a typical case - things were grim.

Wes was also sure hed seen Kurt before.  Something about him was familiar, but the clinic Wes worked at had no record of him so he was looking into other clinics around the city. That took time though.  If they could find more information on Kurt, they might be able to find some next of kin or at least a home address.

When Kurt had finished verbally demoralizing Blaine, he tried to demand that Blaine scratch his legs.  Kurt was sure something was crawling in his skin, but no matter how much Blaine tried to convince him that it was all in Kurts mind, Kurt seemed insatiably itchy.

"Theyre going to find me and make an example of me.... theyre going to make me tell them where Quinn went... I need to hide... I need a fix though... can you get me a fix?"

He asked Blaine this every single time.  Blaine had to remind him that not only did Blaine not even know where he would get Kurt "a fix", he definitely wasnt going to support the habit.

"Whos Quinn?"

Kurt shook his head, the sweat dripping off his brow.  The amount he had been sweating did a number on his pink hair and the pillow had absorbed a lot of the colouring, leaving Kurts hair mostly brown and dull in the places it had been the brightest of pink.  "My best friend... she left though.  She left me all alone...."

"Where did she go Kurt?"

Again Kurt shook his head, "I cant tell you... you might tell them.  Shell get hurt... then Ill get hurt for lying."

Blaine sighed.  "Kurt... what are you going to do when they release you?"

"Get a fix."

Blaine put his face into the palms of his hands and sighed.  "Kurt.  If theyre going to hurt you why would you think getting a fix is the best thing to do?"

"Because... because...."

Kurt looked off then, vacantly at the wall ahead of him.  When Blaine looked over, he had to catch his breath.  Why was he so obsessed with Kurt?  He was just a shell.  Like a zombie, expect that instead of brains he sought out drugs.  

“I'm sorry I tried to help you Kurt.”

Kurt looked over then, the scowl reforming on his otherwise delicate features, “I didn't ask for your help.  This isn't some Pretty Woman fantasy.  I don't need some fucking sugar daddy to swoop in and save me from my life.”

Blaine nodded and stood up.  “I get that… so I'm sorry.”

“You're leaving?”

Blaine frowned, “Yes… unless you have a reason for me to stay.”

Kurt was quiet, and when he turned his head away, Blaine walked out, nodding over to Rachel who had been waiting for him.

“Let's go home.”