Blaine was watching television when the door rang.

"They're looking at the wee little puppet man," Spike said sardonically, causing puppet Angel to attack him, screaming with rage. Blaine watched to the end of the fight, it was his favorite part of the episode. He flipped the t.v. off as puppet Angel triumphed, still laughing as he made his way to the door. The laughter died as he opened the door.

"Jeremiah?" Blaine tilted his head to the side, his features molding into the confused expression Kurt had declared adorable just last night, "What are you doing here?"

"I need to talk to you, Blaine." Jeremiah was standing on his porch, hair waving and blue eyes wild. Blaine could remember a time when those eyes would have made his heart skip a million beats, but that was before he'd spent hours staring into Kurt's. Now Jeremiah's pleading eyes were just mildly disappointing. "Can I come in?"

Blaine's heart started clenching, something instinctive telling him that he shouldn't let Jeremiah in. "I-I'm not sure. My dad's not home and I don't think he'd like you in the house when he's not around."

"Is this the same 'Dad' that hates you for being gay?" Blaine moved to shut the door, but Jeremiah was too quick for him, holding it open. "Look, Blaine, I… I really need your help."

"You need my help?" The race of foreboding was still there, but Blaine liked to help people.

"Yeah, I really do. And I figured, since you're the reason I lost my job…." Jeremiah trailed off, but his eyes were still begging. Blaine winced, and shoved the foreboding into the deepest parts of his mind as he threw the door open.

"Can I get you anything?" Blaine asked. Jeremiah had made himself at home, plopping down on Blaine's couch and setting his feet on the coffee table. Blaine didn't want to think of how his father would react if he could see Jeremiah there.

"No, thanks. Just come sit next to me." Blaine did as he was told, sitting stiffly on the edge of the couch. Jeremiah always did this to him; made him feel like a child who was about to be punished if he didn't obey orders. It didn't help that Blaine was raised to listen to his elders.

"You said you needed something from me?"

"I was just thinking, you cost me my job, Blaine. I figure that you might be willing to give me something in return."

"Oh, you mean money?" Blaine asked. "Yeah, I can give you some money if you need it. We can head right on over to the bank, just let me change-"

Blaine made to get up, but Jeremiah grabbed his wrist. "That's not what I had in mind."

"Then what did you have in mind?" Blaine said, sitting back against the couch. Jeremiah grinned and leaned forward, his hand dropping from Blaine's wrist to begin drawing circles on his knee.

"Let's see, Blaine… what have I wanted since we started seeing each other?" The hand moved up, beginning to run up and down Blaine's thigh. "The one thing you never gave me…"

Blaine slapped his hand away, "What are you talking about?"

"I know you aren't that stupid. Look, my girlfriend dumped me when you cost me my job and I'm horny as hell."

"You never mentioned a girlfriend," Blaine said, "You told me you were gay."

"More of an equal opportunity sex addict, I'm afraid. Look, Blaine, I never lied to you. I never pretended we were in a relationship. I'm not gonna sit around wining and dining another guy, I'm not a freaking faggot. Now give me what I want…"

"No," Blaine said, standing up. "You lied to me, you treated me like dirt, and you used me to cheat on someone who loved you. Not to mention your hair looks like a dirty mop, so no, I'm not giving you anything like that! I will offer you some money, because I did cost you your job. I'm going upstairs to change and then I'm heading to the bank. You can stand outside until I'm ready, follow me in your car, I'll give you a few hundred dollars, and then I never want to see you again."

Blaine ran up the stairs to his room, tears obscuring his view as he slammed the door behind him. How could he have thought Jeremiah loved him? How could he have pined over that jerk? He was so stupid, he thought viciously, pulling his t-shirt over his head. Stupid. He ripped off his jeans. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

It wasn't until he reached for a pair of slacks that he saw Jeremiah standing in the doorway.

"What the hell are you doing?" Blaine screamed, grabbing the slacks and holding them in front of his nearly naked body. "Get out of my room!"

Jeremiah stepped forward, "I don't think so, Blainey."

Blaine tried to fight him, he really did. He had never realized how terrifyingly large Jeremiah was compared to him. And then Jeremiah's fist collided with his face and everything became fuzzy. Soon, Jeremiah had pulled a rope out of… somewhere and had wrapped it around his waist, pining his arms to his sides. Blaine struggled, screaming as Jeremiah picked him up like he weighed nothing and carried him to his bed.

Somehow, it wasn't until Jeremiah pulled off his boxers that his intentions took shape in Blaine's mind.

"N-no. No, stop. Please," Tears made their humiliating trek down Blaine's face as Jeremiah began tying his ankles to the bedposts, "Ow, that hurts! Stop! I h-have a boyfriend, you can't do this!"

"Oh, good. Now I won't have to listen to you whine about your 'virginity'," Jeremiah said, "Unless you… you haven't lost it yet, have you? And just when I thought you couldn't get any more pathetic." Jeremiah finished tying his ankles and walked to his front, crushing his lips to Blaine's. Blaine struggled, crying even harder. He didn't like this. It felt wrong and not like Kurt, and it hurt.

"Y-you can't do this," Blaine said as Jeremiah released him, walking towards a GAP duffle bag he'd dropped on Blaine's floor. Jeremiah clicked the door shut and began rummaging in his bag. "M-my dad's going to be home soon…"

"Oh, is Daddy gonna come save you?" Jeremiah laughed, "You're pathetic. You think he cares? You think he loves you? You think he wanted a faggot for a son? You embarrass him. That's why he was so furious to see us together. And he should be embarrassed. Does he know about the song you sang me? 'You can put your toys in the drawer tonight' – Blaine, buddy, you were begging for this! You little faggot whore." Jeremiah pulled a large gag out of his bag, and began walking toward him.

"Please," Blaine whispered. Jeremiah shrugged and began stuffing the gag into Blaine's mouth. Blaine threw his head from side to side – he didn't want this, it hurt, it hurt. The gag hit the back of his throat and he gagged, but Jeremiah didn't take any pity, tying the gag behind his head with an offhand promise that he'd get used to it.

Blaine didn't open his eyes again until Jeremiah lowered himself on top of his body and Blaine realized with horror that the other man was completely naked. He began screaming, trying as hard as he could to get away. He didn't want this, he didn't want it… Jeremiah leaned over him, making it even harder to breathe, and whispered in his ear.

"Now I've got you alone."