Two days later Gary came back. He and Kurt fought verbally for 15 minutes, then went into Kurt's room. Blaine watched Sweeney Todd, imagining what a Gary meat pie would taste like.

"Like asshole, probably."

Life returned to semi-normalcy. Kurt went back to work, designing his next collection. Gary spent his time between Kurt's room, the kitchen, and his own job. Blaine watched all of the movies Kurt owned and had queued on Netflix.
When he told Kurt this, he laughed, and handed him an ATM card.

"There's $200 credit on it. Buy whatever you want."

Blaine bought food, 5 new movies, and withdrew the rest of the cash to use in the future. He still had the occasional withdrawal attack, which Kurt was always there for. But, Blaine was getting better. He still hated Gary, but he managed to put up with him for Kurt. He hadn't wanted a smoke in weeks, even though the heroine addiction was still there. Blaine found that toast took his mind off the addiction. Meth never even crossed his mind, as he'd only tried it once before the wedding. He was getting better, slowly. Until Jose showed up.

It was Thursday. Blaine was watching Ghostbusters, when the doorbell rang. He waited to hear Gary call out, or the mailman, or a solicitor. The voice that did, ran a chill up Blaine's spine.

"Hey, Anderson. Man lemme in."

It was Jose. Blaine's dealer in Boston. The guy who'd been supplying him with heroine since he got out of college.

"Go away. How did you find me?"

"I got connections. Nice place." Jose walked in.

"You can't be here."

"Heard some famous designer adopted you. Hoping you'd clean up. Funniest thing I've heard in a while." Jose whistled. "Gotta admit, this place is fancy. Lots of dough?"

"Get out."

"Come on, Anderson. I'm your best friend. I have what you want."

"I don't want it."

"That's a fucking lie, and you know it. Where's the cash?"

"You're not getting it."

"Anderson." Jose sighed. He reached into his jacket, pulling out a small vial. "Pure heroine."

Blaine gulped. "How much do you want for it?"

"How much do you have?"

Blaine ran to where the money was hidden. He pulled out $150 dollars, and handed it to Jose.

"That's my boy. Here you go." Jose handed him the bottle. "I'll see you, Anderson."

Blaine nodded, locking the door. He stared at the bottle, eyes wide. "Syringe." Blaine rummaged through Kurt's drawers, looking for a needle. He found one in his bathroom, that Gary used for his insulin shots. A moment later, Blaine was lying on the floor in a haze.

A/N: Two in one day though. Owning nothing. Reviews keep me away from heroine.