Blaine drove quickly to the agreed meeting place. This had been planned down to the last detail and he would not tolerate any mistakes. Pulling up to the non-descript sedan, he rolled his window down.

"'Sup, boss man," the tall man said, hidden in the folds of a dark hoodie. "Thought you went straight and narrow?"

"Somebody fucked with the man I love," Blaine said shortly.

A low whistle came from the hood. "Damn. Wouldn't want to be that fool. But you're going about this different than you have before," he said.

"I'm too close. Can't risk it. Otherwise," Blaine shrugged.

"Otherwise, mother fucker would wake up sniffing his own balls, eh?" the man chuckled.

"Something like that," Blaine said. "Is this shit guaranteed? You know for a fact?"

"It was tested, boss man, and I ain't saying how it was tested. But I saw the proof. It's legit," the man said with a slight shudder.

"Good enough," Blaine said and tossed an envelope in the sedan. "You'll get the other half when the deed is done."

The man nodded. "Like always."

"Like always," Blaine agreed and drove off. He parked on the next block, his car pointed toward the back of Screamer's. It wouldn't be long now. He saw another hooded man move into position, lighting up a cigarette.

The back door of the club opened and a tall, thin man stumbled out. His man was standing under a street light so Blaine could identify the right person. As the thin man made his way under the light, Blaine's blood ran cold, recognizing Sebastian. He picked up the small flashlight next to him and clicked it twice in the hooded man's direction. The man nodded once and made the deal, exchanging hands with Sebastian. The thin man stumbled out of the alley and walked toward his car.

"Time to go home and get wasted," Blaine muttered, watching him closely.

His hooded friends followed Sebastian with Blaine behind them so he didn't get any undue attention. Back at Dalton, he parked in his usual spot and waited for the text.

Home sweet home.

Blaine made his way toward Sebastian's dorm. He was confident in his guys' ability to make sure there were no prying eyes around. Seeing the hooded men at various intervals gave him confidence. This was going to go just as planned. Outside Sebastian's room, three more men waited for him.

"From the smell, it's already going down," one said quietly.

"Ready?" another asked.

Blaine nodded. "Nobody but me comes out, got it?" Nodding, the man took a key from his pocket and unlocked Sebastian's door.

Slipping in and hearing the door shut behind him, he could see Sebastian was huddled on the floor near his bed, the spoon and lighter nearby. He was just taking the needle out of his arm as he saw Blaine. "Hey, buddy, what's up?" Sebastian smirked.

"Not much. Good shit?" Blaine said, nodding at the paraphernalia on the floor.

Sebastian nodded, his eyes rolling back. "The best. Not as good as Kurt, but damn, good shit."

Blaine bit his lip hard and sat down on the bed near Sebastian. "Oh, I'd say it's probably much better than Kurt."

"Oh yeah? Why's that? Cuz that boy of yours, damn. His ass is fine. Kicked me in the nuts when I tried to fuck him. Little bitch reached down and tried to twist 'em off me!" Sebastian said, rubbing at his crotch, his eyes getting heavier.

That's my boy, Blaine thought proudly. That was a move Blaine had taught him. It only took six point six pounds of pressure to rip a guys nuts off. "How ya feelin'?" he asked, seeing Sebastian pulling his shirt away from his throat.

"It's kinda hot in here. Can't seem to get enough air," Sebastian said, trying to take a deep breath.

"Really? Feels fine in here to me," Blaine said casually, his eyes glowing with hate.

"Yeah, feels like I can't breathe. And damn, my head. Something's wrong, don't feel right," Sebastian muttered, trying to pull his shirt off and hold his head at the same time.

"I know what's wrong," Blaine offered helpfully.

"What's wrong with me?" Sebastian asked, looking at him as he pulled at the skin of his throat.

"You're dying," Blaine said matter-of-factly. "The heroin you shot up is poisoned."

Sebastian gasped out a laugh. "Whatever. It's just getting me high faster."

"Nope. It's laced. Right now, the blood supply to your lungs is slowing down making it feel like you can't breathe. At the same time, blood is rushing to the vessels in your brain, causing the headache. At the same time, your lungs will seize and the veins in your brain will blow, causing a very painful aneurysm. Your dead brain will just lay there, floating in its own blood," Blaine mused.

Sebastian was starting to panic, but Blaine could tell he was also weakening from lack of oxygen. He clawed at his throat, breaking the skin open.

"Call. Help. Please," he gasped out, his hands getting covered in blood.

"I don't seem to be near a phone. So sorry. Wanna know why this is happening?" Blaine asked, watching him with detached interest.

"Why? Help!" The man wheezed.

Blaine stood and knelt over the dying man. He resisted the urge to grab him. Instead he made sure Sebastian's eyes were on him. "You fucked with the wrong man. You fucked with my man. Now you will die, and I'm going to watch," Blaine said coldly. He then moved back to the bed and watched as Sebastian started twitching.

"Sorry. Please. Help," he whined between gasps.

"Yes, you are sorry. The sorriest excuse for a human I've ever seen. Lucky for the world, you won't be around much longer. How's your head? Probably screaming and pounding by now, huh? Yeah, those vessels are going to give any second," Blaine nodded knowingly.

Sebastian collapsed all the way on the floor, writhing in agony as his lungs starved for air. Blaine watched, moving a foot casually out of the way when Sebastian reached for it in desperation. Suddenly, Sebastian grabbed his head and went still. A trickle of blood came out of his nose. Blaine slipped a glove out of his pocket and slid it on. Kneeling by Sebastian, he laid his fingers against his throat, then his wrist to confirm. No pulse. Going to the door, he knocked twice, paused then once more. The door opened and he stepped out before pulling the glove off and putting it in his back pocket. The door was closed and locked behind him. Pulling an envelope from his coat pocket, he handed it to one of the hooded men.

"Good work," he said quietly and walked away.

. . . . .

"Blaine, wake up!" Colton said urgently.

"Huh? What is it?" Blaine asked, sitting up groggily.

"Sebastian is dead," he said, kneeling in front of Blaine.

"What?" Blaine asked, his voice doubtful.

"Sebastian's body was found last night. He OD'd on heroin or something. He's dead," Colton said, his eyes serious.

"Damn," Blaine said, shaking his head and sitting up.

"Yeah, I know, right?" Colton said. "Jason's getting some coffee from the cafeteria. He'll be here in a minute."

"That sounds great. These couches leave a lot to be desired for a good night's sleep," Blaine said, yawning loudly. "Gonna hit the bathroom. Be right back."

Blaine made his way to the bathroom and shut the door. He looked at his reflection in the mirror. Slowly he grinned, a dark smile, full of satisfaction. Nobody fucked with his loved ones. Nobody.