Blaine stilled as a shadow passed under the closed of his room. He breathed a quiet sigh of relief when the shadow moved on without opening the door to check on him. He had observed the nurses rotations and bed checks for the last few days, quietly planning to make an exit from the clinic. Seeing Kurt today had cemented his need to disappear into oblivion again. He was feeling better and had the strength to actually manage on his own after his stay. Now that he was quasi better the others had stopped staying with him overnight, allowing his plan to be carried out. He would miss Milo but knew the dog would be better off with Nick and Jeff, getting full meals and rest in a warm place every night, something he believed Milo deserved after taking care of him when Richard had passed.

A small tinge in his side caused him to stifle a moan of discomfort but he refused to give up his task, packing the last of his meager belongings into his rucksack and swinging it over his shoulder. Grabbing the guitar case from the corner, he tiptoed his way to he door and opened it as quietly and small as possible, peering down the light hallway to ensure no nurses stumbled onto his impromptu discharge. If he was honest with himself, he knew that this decision was made in part because he was afraid; afraid of sharing the secrets which had led him to streets. Afraid of what his friends would think once they knew he was dirty; used in a way that some people could never bounce back from. He refused to acknowledge the tiny voice in his head which kept pointing out that he had a support system in Sebastian and the other former Warblers; that maybe running wasn't the solution like he thought.

Quashing the thought, he pulled open the door fully and stepped out only to stumble back a step as Sebastian stared at him grimly from where he was leaning opposite Blaine's door. Blaine hadn't been able to see him from the crack he had risked to check out the hallway.

"Going somewhere, Killer?" Sebastian asked quietly, detaching himself from the wall and forcing Blaine back deeper into the room.

"What? How?" Blaine was confused as to how Sebastian could have known his plan.

Sebastian shrugged, gently taking the guitar case from Blaine. "Figured after you saw Kurt you'd try to take off. I knew that brain of yours would give you a reason and thought I'd head you off instead of being forced to track you around the city by bribing more homeless guys with cheap alcohol." He took Blaine's rucksack too. "Get your ass back into that bed, B," he ordered as an after thought, placing Blaine's guitar and stuff back into closet by the door. He made sure to swing the room door closed again before making his way back to Blaine.

Muttering something unpleasant about Sebastian's parentage, Blaine climbed back into the bed ignoring the fact that the clothes he was wearing were filthy and torn. He was thankful Blaine actually listened to him and got back into the be rather than forcing Sebastian's hand. He winced at the dirt streak Blaine left behind on the pristine white sheets and made a mental note to buy the other man some new clothes.

"Alright B," Sebastian said collapsing into one of the chairs beside the bed and fixing Blaine with a penetrating stare. "You're gonna need to explain your little scene with Kurt today because I can guarantee he's run to Cooper hoping to have you committed. I really don't want to see him try to play Florence Nightingale either so explain it to me."

Crossing his arms over his chest defensively, Blaine shook his head in denial, refusing to allow Sebastian to see this vulnerability. "I can't," he whispered quietly his mind racing to find an excuse to keep this from his friend.

Sebastian frowned at the response. "Why not?" he asked in return. Blaine refused to look up at him and he pursed his lips knowing he wouldn't be able to read Blaine without eye contact. Somethings never changed and Blaine's eyes remained the gateway into his soul; the only way to know the true Blaine without the façade.

"Blaine look at me," he ordered reaching over and drawing up the man's chin in order to force eye contact. "Why can't you tell me?"

Shaking his head, Blaine whispered imploringly, "Please Seb."

Sitting back deeper in his chair with a sigh, Sebastian studied his friend. "Alright," he conceded, "But only if you tell me what put you in the hospital the last time we saw each other." He figured that the story would give some inkling at the hatred Blaine had developed for his ex.

Takin a deep breath, Blaine nodded minutely to show his consent before dropping his gaze to his lap, refusing to make eye contact with Sebastian. "I don't know if you knew but Kurt and I were having problems in our relationship. We were drifting apart; him too caught up in work and me struggling with school work. We were trying to work things out though and had been getting along better. It was December tenth when things changed..."


Blaine sighed glancing down at his watch again and noting that it was well passed the time Kurt had promised to meet him. It was late and most of the campus was dark. Blaine had stayed late to work on a paper for his Intro to Lit class having made arrangements with Kurt to meet him on the campus at eleven thirty, once Kurt, who had been working over time, got off. Blaine was grateful because several students had been mugged in the previous few weeks as they left campus late at night.

Sighing softly he attempted to call Kurt again and listened as Kurt once again forced his call to voicemail. It was causing him to focus on a sense of deja vu as he remembered similar behavior from his boyfriend in his senior year of high school when Kurt had focused on his new life in New York, leading Blaine to seek comfort elsewhere by cheating. Growling in frustration, he tried Kurt again before leaving his boyfriend a biting message about promises not being kept.

Not wanting to waste any more time waiting on the other man and knowing he had early class in the morning, he decided to head for home on his own, knowing Kurt was going to owe him one hell of an explanation for his tardiness and no response to calls.

It wasn't until he was five blocks from home did he notice two guys following him. Intimidated, he picked up the pace of his walk, glancing around wearily to see if anyone noticed his tail. The streets were deserted due to the late hour and Blaine wasn't sure what exactly was going on with the two men following him and he didn't want to find out either.

They caught up with him two blocks later, managing to force him into an alleyway. He figured they only wanted money and has readily offered his wallet hoping they would take it and leave. Th taller of the two simply hit him in the face and pushed him up against the alley wall, forcing Blaine's back to them.

Blaine whimpered, pleading with them to let him go; promising more money than what he was carrying. His head was jerked back roughly by his hair and he cried out as the gel was dislodged from his head, pulling his hair. A voice, breath hot, foul and smelling of alcohol wafting over his face as it explained about noticing Blaine on campus and wanting to know what a good fuck he was.

Realization of what was going to happen caused him to panic and buck, trying to dislodge his attacker to no avail. His head was repeatedly rammed into the wall, subduing him quickly by rendering him into a painful daze. He could feel hot blood running down his face from his nose and a gash the wall had torn into his forehead.

Through his daze, Blaine felt his pants as well as underwear pulled down and he struggled weakly earning him another hit to the wall. It was over quickly after that and his legs gave out as his attacker pulled away causing Blaine to sink to the ground pain radiating from his face and ass, tears pooling and falling down his cheeks.

He must have been whimpering pretty loudly because the man who had been working as look-out told him to shut up fiercely. Blaine tried to gain control of himself but he was sobbing, his body heaving with the pain and horror of what had just happened. He was backhanded then, falling onto his side, uncaring of the filth he was lying in, still unable to control his sobs. They began kicking him repeatedly, face, chest, head. It was after a vicious kick to the head that blessed unconsciousness took hold and he disappeared into oblivion.


"Some guy found me the next morning as he takin out the trash to his dumpster. I couldn't identify my attackers so the cops never caught them. Things between Kurt an I were strained after that even more as I'm sure you're aware."

Sebastian sat back with a look of horror on his face. "Jesus, Blaine." he whispered his own voice quivering although he noticed the absence of any real emotion on Blaine's face. "Cooper and Kurt refused to tell us what happened."

"Yeah, well, now you know," Blaine snarled softly before turning over and leaving his back to Sebastian, the air in the room thick from the horrible memory.

Sebastian regarded his friend, understanding a little more about Blaine's reaction to Kurt but knowing deep down that there was more to the story than the assault because Blaine had agreed to go home with the other man when he was discharged from the hospital. Something more must have happened between the two. He resolved to get the story from Blaine but at least now they ha some inkling to Blaine's reaction and hopefully they would be able to help him recover not only physically but emotionally.


A/N: Um, yeah...so now you know some of the story...