The school year had come to an end. Blaine was packing his last bags from his tiny dorm room. Even though he absolutely loved Dalton, he couldn't wait to finally get home and back into his familiar bedroom. He'd actually missed his parents, on some twisted level.

Blaine took out his cell phone and tried to call them. He wanted to know when they would be there to pick him up. When he heard his dad's voicemail, he didn't leave a message, simply concluding that his parents were on their way. He picked up his bags and went outside, near the parking lot and waited, comfortably seated in the grass browsing through stuff on his phone.

A long time passed. It started to get dark outside. Blaine was starving, but the school was closed for the summer. Every one of his friends were gone and he was alone on campus, aside from the security guards and maybe a janitor or two. Getting desperate, he called a taxi to get home.

"Please tell me it isn't what I'm thinking" Kurt pleaded

Blaine said nothing. Instead, he looked at his boyfriend, knowing he was thinking right, and continued his story.

When Blaine arrived home with his three suitcases and backpack, the house was dark and there were no cars in the driveway. Maybe, they were in the garage?

He pulled out his key, but it wouldn't unlock the door. Wondering what was happening, he took a look around the house to see if he could find an unlocked door or window.

After a few minutes, he came back in the front yard, only to find his old neighbor, Mrs Brown, on his porch.

"They aren't there, you know" she said, glaring at him.

"I know. I just want to get in" Blaine said at the old lady. He never was fond of her and she always seemed to hate the teenager.

"You can't! They left! They sold the house and left. They didn't want a fag for a son." Mrs Brown responded, half smiling.

"They what?" the curly haired boy asked; this couldn't be happening.

"They don't love you! They left! I don't know where! Just find yourself a place to live and get out." the neighbor said, returning to her own house.

There was a long moment of silence. Kurt didn't know what to say. Blaine's parent just abandoned him in the streets because he was gay? How people could do that in 2010 to their son, he wondered again.

"So, that's it" Blaine said without emotion.

"Wait? That's the ending? Nothing more to say?" Kurt responded

"No " the shorter teenager said, not looking his boyfriend in the eyes.

"How come you didn't start school until October? Haven't you said that you tried to call you Dalton friends from 'where you were'? I think it's not finished" Kurt stated, wanting to know the whole story.

"I-I just don't want you to judge me I have made pretty bad choices " Blaine said, now looking at a stray thread from the quilt.

"Blaine, I love you, and I'll love you no matter what, okay?" Kurt said, cupping his boyfriend's chin before kissing his lips.

"Okay" Blaine responded in between kisses "Just – Just don't judge me, okay?"

It's been two weeks since school ended. Blaine had managed to rent a motel room with the credit card that his parents had left him a year before. They hadn't cut it yet. Neither had they cut his cell phone. But the teenager didn't want to live there. He wanted a home. A real home.

He actually called Thad on that first evening. The Warbler rejected him without any clear explanations. Not wanting to receive the same treatment, he didn't bother to call Wes or David. Anyway, Blaine's parents were friendly with the Montgomerys and the Thompsons. It wouldn't end well.

He knew his parents wouldn't let him live on a credit card for the rest of his life. They probably just forget to cut it, and by the next bill they would realize that Blaine was using it and cancel it. So, during the day, he tried to find a job. But who would hire a 16-year-old boy, living in a crappy motel room with no references? When he said that he was attending Dalton, people just laughed at him; what kid attending a fancy private prep school would need a summer job and live in a motel? It didn't make any sense to any employers.

After five weeks of this homeless life, he ran into the motel manager one evening.

"The credit card is no longer taking payments, boy" the older man said, a cigarette hanging in his mouth.

"Oh Well Okay " Blaine responded, knowing that this moment would come. "Can you give me a few more days? I'm looking for a job and –"

"Tomorrow, tops, boy! I ain't running this business out of charity!" the owner responded.

With a gulp, Blaine nodded and went to his room, searching for solutions.

In the bottom of his heart, he knew that he couldn't find a job in less than 24 hours. Nonetheless, he took the newspaper and started looking for jobs he had not seen or even considered before. He took his cellphone and tried to call the first he found. No network. His parents had cut both the phone and the credit card.

Blaine knew he would be charged if he used the phone in the room, so he didn't even consider that option. His eyes trailed over to his unused laptop. Maybe he could sell it and get money

Blaine managed to save some files from his computer on a USB port. He didn't save much, though; he didn't need his previous essays from Dalton classes, and he really didn't want pictures of everyone who betrayed him. As for the music, he had it all on his mp3 player, and he was not ready to sell that yet.

The next day, he was handing the motel owner $400. That was all Blaine could get from the pawn shop for his laptop and his cell phone: five-hundred dollars. Fortunately, it was enough to pay for 14 nights and some groceries. Blaine had just secured his survival for another two weeks.

Kurt didn't have any words for the story that he was hearing. He was pretty sure that it couldn't get any worse. Maybe the motel owner called the social services or something. Somewhere in his head, though, Kurt knew he was wrong.

A month after selling his laptop and cell phone, Blaine had nothing left, and he was certain that things couldn't get any worse. He'd sold some clothes, his watch, and finally, his beloved mp3 player. He only had two sets of clothes in his backpack. The only thing he kept was a picture of him and his parents, laughing, sitting nearby the grand piano he loved so much. This was the only family picture he was fond of. It was supposed to be official, the serious kind where everyone looks solemn. Blaine was two years old when it was taken. His mother once told him he had sung "the most adorable song" and they all laughed when they heard him. The photographer took the candid photo. This was the only picture where the Andersons looked like a real family.

No longer able to pay for a motel room, Blaine was living in the park. There was no chance anyone would hire him now. He had 30$ left and he tried to save it as much as he could.

By day, he was sitting in the grass, hoping that the rain wouldn't fall or that his sunburns wouldn't get worse. By night, he was sleeping in a bush, using his backpack as a pillow, avoiding the police who patrolled in the area.

Sometimes, he ventured to the public pool just so he could get a shower. His clothes were dirty, he was barely eating.

When he really was desperate, he would steal from an unattended purse a woman might have left there to watch her kid closely. He never stole more than 10$ but he felt guilty. He'd always get guilty.

"You had to survive, Blaine" Kurt said. "This was the natural thing to do!"

"No! The natural thing to do would have been to seek help, NOT TO LIVE ON THE FUCKING STREETS AND STEAL!" Blaine exploded. He was still so ashamed and angry at himself.

"Why are you yelling? I'm trying to reassure you!" the chestnut haired boy wondered, hurt by Blaine's words

"You don't know what it's like! I – I was trapped! I didn't know where to go!"

"You don't have to make any excuses! You did what you did and you can't change that, Blaine!"

Blaine couldn't find any words. After this confession, he was so sure that Kurt wouldn't talk to him; that he would break up with him. He didn't understand. He thought he had to stop there. He did not want to go on with his story. The most horrible part was coming and he was really scared to tell Kurt.

Weeks had passed. Blaine was still living a homeless life. He was underfed. He had sunburns all over his face and his arms. He was wondering which day of August it was. He was miserable. He didn't know where to look for help. He was used to his wealthy little life with all his stuff, and having parents to pay for everything.

He was still stealing from unattended purses, but he wasn't in the same park anymore; he was scared to get caught. School had started, so there were fewer mothers with children in the park. Money was not easy to get.

One night, he was sitting on a bench near the road gazing at a restaurant on the other side of the street. He would have killed to eat a cheeseburger, but he had to save his money to buy food that would last, not some junk food that he craved.

The street was deserted. Some people were walking by really fast, but they never looked at him, the dirty kid in ripped old clothing.

A blue car with darkened windows pulled near him. It was an Audi. The same kind of car Blaine's Father would own. The teenager's heart leaped in his chest at the sight. Maybe his father was looking for him! Maybe he was going to be put out of his misery. Or maybe he was just crazy, hoping that everything would get better because he was desperate.

The car's driver rolled the window down. It was a man between two ages. His hair were black with some patches of white in it. The teenage looked at the man directly in the eyes, and before he was able to ask a question, the man spoke first.

"How much?"

Blaine didn't know if he heard right. Did the older man think he was some kind of butt boy? He looked at the man, confused.

"I'll give you 50$ for a blowjob, sound fair?" the man said.

Blaine didn't know what to answer. He was still looking at the unfamiliar man. He then thought of how easily the 50$ would get in his pocket. A blowjob couldn't be that difficult to perform, and he really needed money He gulped then nodded.

He stood up, picking up his backpack and went into the car. The man drove away to a dark parking lot of an old department store. Blaine remained silent during the car ride, his backpack on his knees, trying to remember all that he'd heard about blowjobs from people talking about them at some point in his life.

"I hate when my girlfriend uses her teeth"

"Don't suck too hard at the beginning"

"My boyfriend has no gag reflex. He just has to relax his throat and I can fuck his mouth!"

In between the memories, there was the whirlwind of his own thoughts, debating whether or not that blowjob deal was a good idea.

"I can't become a prostitute"

"I really need the money 50$ would pay for at least two weeks of food and the nights are getting colder, a sweater would be nice "

"This is wrong. There's a lot more ways to make money"

"I can't find any other way to make money..."

When the car's engine stopped, the man looked at Blaine and said:

"It's not gonna unzip itself you know " Apparently, the man was greedy.

Blaine looked into the man's eyes, and then his gaze trailed down to the huge bulge in the older man's jeans. He put his backpack on the car floor, and then the teenager took a deep breath and raised his trembling hands. He managed to pop the button open, but his hands were shaking so much he couldn't get a grip on the zipper cursor.

"You're such a cockslut, boy. Look at you, shaking with excitement." The man said before unzipping his pants himself.

"I- I" Blaine tried to speak, but what was there to say?

I'm not a cockslut and I've never done this before?

I'm not used to sucking people off?

If he spoke, the man would kick him out of the car, and he'd lose the money.

"Suck" the man commanded. Lost in his thoughts, Blaine never noticed that the man had lowered his underpants just enough to get his cock out. The teenage half-closed his eyes and lowered his head. His lips were barely an inch away from the older man's junk. He could see precome already dribbling from the slit. Blaine inhaled deeply, but couldn't smell anything. All his senses were cut off except for his sight. The man might have spoken, but he didn't hear anything. All he could see was the cock, almost purple with arousal, glistening from the precome leaking.

Blaine parted his lips and took another deep breath. Then, he felt a hand tangling in his hair, trying to push him down.

He panicked

"NO!" he screamed as the tears started flowing from his eyes.

He jerked the man's hand away, flung open the car door, grabbed his backpack and started running. He didn't want his first time to be like this. He thought he could put his emotions aside to make easy money, but he obviously couldn't. He thought that everything would be alright if he was able to do this. He thought he might be worth more than this, but then he remembered that he'd wanted to do this, he wanted the easy money.

He was just a slut who couldn't even do the job he was asked of.

He ran. He didn't know how long. But he ran. He was exhausted. He was weak from malnutrition. All he remembered from his run was the thoughts he had ,and how disgusting he felt. He started to get dizzy as his legs moved. Dark spots were dancing through his vision.

Then, everything went black.

"Say something!" Blaine said in between tears, after what felt like eons of silence.

"What is there to say, Blaine?" Kurt responded, not knowing how to handle the crying boy. Because that was what Blaine looked like, a scared little orphan boy who wasn't ready for the cruelty of the real world.

"Say that I'm disgusting! Say that I don't deserve you! Say that I need to leave this house! Say-"

"Stop it right there, Blaine Anderson!" Kurt said, cutting Blaine off, "My father knew about you! He didn't kick you out! He even approved of our relationship! Aaron already sees you as his big brother, and that is saying a lot!"

"As for us, I love you. And from what I know, you love me too. I can't change the fact that you think you are disgusting, Blaine, but I don't think you are! Believe it or not, I still think you are a wonderful human being who did what he had to do in order to survive. You were pushed to your limits this summer, honey, don't forget that! And finally, you didn't suck that guy off! So, why would you feel disgusting?"

Blaine was speechless. He still felt like someone horrible for wanting to go that low, but Kurt had a point. Burt still took him in and approved of his relationship with his son. Sweet little Aaron was curious about Blaine, and he wanted to know him. And Kurt He was just Kurt. Loving and wonderful Kurt.

Maybe he wasn't the failure he thought he was.

Kurt put his arms around the curly haired boy and kissed his temple. He waited for the sobs to diminish and spoke softly.

"I think you and I deserve a happy ending in this story. Why don't you tell me how you ended up here, honey?"

Blaine woke up in the familiar hospital, too weak to panic. An IV was, once again, planted in his arm.

"I didn't expect you to be back here that soon!" He heard a familiar voice say

"Hannah?"

"Hey, Blaine!" the kind nurse responded. "So, what's your story this time?" she added with concern.

But Blaine didn't answer. What was there to say?

"We couldn't reach your parents. Is something wrong with them?"

Blaine didn't answer. Hannah wouldn't get any answers from the boy. When she saw that Blaine wouldn't talk, she left, saying that she would come back later.

When she came back, Blaine didn't answer any of her questions. In fact, Blaine remained silent for most of his hospital stay; too ashamed of himself, and believing that nobody cared for a gay teenage boy anyway.

Everyday, a psychologist name Dr Somers would visit Blaine's room and ask a few questions. But the boy remained silent yet again. Hannah was still coming every day to see him. He wasn't on her floor, but she really cared for the boy, even if he was in an almost catatonic state. She tried to bring him books, but they were always in the exact same position she'd left them in the day before, and Blaine still wasn't speaking.

Until, one day, one of the hospital managers came in his room. She just sat in the chair that nobody except for Hannah ever used.

"Blaine" she said "I know you don't want to hear about this, but we really need to meet with your parents. You know, for insurance. Is there any phone number we can use or address"

"I don't have parents. Not anymore. They're gone." Blaine responded flatly with a coarse voice that hadn't been used in days.

"In that case, I have a few phone calls to make" the woman said, holding back whatever emotion she may have been feeling. Blaine didn't care for her. She wanted money, and he didn't have any.

A few days later, a new woman came in his room. Blaine was tired of this charade. Why can't he be left alone here? He was kind of happy, staring at the wall or some lame tv shows. At least he was well fed. When he recovered, he planned to bail; he didn't have any money or insurance to pay for his hospital stay. His plan was already made up in his head.

"Hey, Blaine, I'm Liz" the woman said

"What do you want?" Blaine said, abruptly, his back to the woman.

"I'm here to help you, Blaine. I'm your new social worker"

Blaine spun around in his bed, facing Liz.

"I don't need help" the teenager responded

"Oh, I think you do. You are alone, nobody knows what happened, and I bet that you would like the State to pay for your hospital stay." The woman said.

Blaine didn't speak. He turned his back to Liz again and started crying. Crying because he was, indeed, alone. Crying because his life was leading nowhere. Crying because he was wondering why accepting help was so hard for him.

"From what I guessed, your parents abandoned you because you are gay. Yeah, Hannah told be you've been here before and why. You don't have to be alone anymore, Blaine. There are people out there who will care for you, you know? Maybe you haven't met them yet, but I'm pretty sure they exist." She spoke softly, laying a maternal hand on Blaine's shoulder.

Blaine just stayed there, crying and trying to communicate his story. Why he wanted to speak to that Liz woman, he didn't know. Words were flowing out of his mouth and he couldn't hold them back anymore. By the end of the afternoon, Liz got all she needed for her files and Blaine fell asleep holding Liz's hand, exhausted.

The next day, Liz came back to see Blaine. Dr Somers was there with her. The woman sat with Blaine on his bed.

The Doctor asked Blaine a few questions and Blaine answered calmly. Having spilled some disjointed parts of his tale the day before helped him a lot, so the man's questions were easy to answer. Sometimes, he would get emotional, but he always managed to swallow his tears. Liz comforting arm around his shoulder helped him focus.

After an hour of questioning, Dr Somers left the room with Liz. The boy was about to fall asleep when Liz came back in his room.

"I saw your doctors" the social worker said "They told me that you will be able to leave the hospital next week. Dr Somers said you should be fine, he'll come every day to see you to make sure you're okay, and Dr Murdoch thinks you've gained enough weight. Also, your burns are healed. They just want to keep you here another week to be sure."

"Where will I go?" Blaine wondered. He didn't want to go to some big institution with other messed up kids. He wanted security and love and caring.

"I think you need a home, Blaine. And I have the perfect one." Liz said with a grin.

"Well, I surely recognize Liz there!" Kurt said, smiling.

"Yeah She's amazing " Blaine said "She brought me to you" he added, smiling.

Kurt smiled and lowered his head to kiss his boyfriend softly on the lips.

"See? Happy ending!" the blue eyed teenager said, smiling

"Yeah " Blaine responded. "But I'm still broken," he thought as he pulled Kurt so that he could lie beside him.

"Let's just sleep, okay? We'll talk again tomorrow. You're exhausted, and so am I " Kurt said

It was late, indeed: half past one in the morning. The two boys fell asleep in each other arms; Blaine looking for comfort, and Kurt wanting to give him all the love he deserved.