(Kurt's POV)

My eyes fluttered open as the light painfully made its way through my eye lids. My body hurt like hell, and moving was the last thing I wanted to be doing; even thinking about it was painful. I moved my hand from off my thigh and instantly regretted it as a searing pain shot up my leg. "That'll be a bruise." I thought to myself.

It took me a minute to realize where I was and what happened last night. Oh yeah. I painfully turned to see Blaine dressing himself. He stopped in his tracks when he realized I was looking at him. "Problem?" He says bitterly; I turn back to laying on my side sinking further into the sheets. "No sir." I say lowly.

I was left alone to gently fall back asleep again before feeling something hard against my rib cage. "Get up." I head a whisper through gritted teeth and I didn't think twice before jumping out of my bed and rushing to get dressed.

I was just about to pull my top on before Blaine stopped me. "Look at yourself." He said with a smile on his face pointing my face toward a mirror set in front of Blaine's wall. "You're a fat… ugly… slut."

I shuttered at his words. "Sorry sir."

His hands came to my butt slapping it roughly and pulling back on my underwear making me stumble a little. "I am the only one who will ever love you, you know that right?"

"Yes sir."

"So stop disappointing me."

I looked at him with confusion written over my face. How did I stop disappointing him, I am the definition of a fuck up, I don't deserve him. "You will meet someone tonight that will help you with your little problem understood?" I nodded slightly. "Understood?"

"Yes sir." I bite my lip before turning around dropping to my knees for my punishment.

"No punishment right now. Get dressed."

The car stopped in front of some place named scandals. It was rusty and looked as if it was breaking many state health guide lines. "Get out of the car." Blaine commanded sternly, and I followed his orders without hesitation; stepping out of the car and taking the hand held out for me. This is the Blaine I loved and I only got to see him every so often. He smiled and turned to kiss me on the lips quickly. "I love you, you know that."

"I love you too." I smiled leaning over to rest my head on his shoulder walking into the bar.

We didn't even need to bring fake ID's because the worker at the front put no effort into seeing if they were legit or not. We could have brought our middle school ID and it would work just the same.

"This him?" Blaine turns to see who was talking to us. He was big, built like a body builder and too old to be a friend of Blaine's.

"In the flesh" Blaine smiles.

The man whose name is still a mystery walks around the 2 of us in a circular motion. "I'll take him."

I lean over towards Blaine's ear, extremely confused. "What is going on?"

"Baby, don't worry about it. I left something in the car, ok. Jason is going to keep you company, I'll be back in a sec." He leans in again to peck me on the lips before walking out the door.

Silence filled the air with his disappearance, scratch that; awkward silence filled the air. Jason was not the kind of guy I usually found myself to get along with. "You mind joining me to the bathroom?" Jason says smugly, hands enveloped inside each other.

"Why?" Being the only logical question I could come up with. Something about this wasn't right, a blind man could see it.

"I leave you out here and the guys will eat you up alive. Blaine told me to look after you."

I frowned for a minute. "Blaine told you that?" He nods. "Yeah ok." I follow him towards the bathroom.

The bathroom smelled like old toe fungus, not that I knew what that smelled like; but I guess it would be something like this. The mirrors were too foggy to see anything other than bright colors, the stalls were not cleaned and urine covered the seats like a blanket.

Out of the two stalls Jason wasted no time occupying one. He walked into the larger one meant for the handy cap; though I don't really get why a handicap person would choose this scenery. I pulled out my phone; not really sure what I was supposed to be doing on it but I figure it would take away some time until Blaine came back.

Something flopped over my mouth before I felt myself being pulled back. Any normal person would scream, and I should have at that point… you know, put up a fight. But what was the point? I was too weak for anything. Blaine would be back. He would right? He would kill this guy for toughing me because he loves me. He said it himself.

"Scream and I'll strangle you." He spat out.

I nodded before closing my eyes. "Yes sir."

I felt my clothes being ripped off, first being my shirt. The buttons of studded dolce and cabana being flung around the room, his head coming down to suck my nipple. I rolled my head back moaning for his enjoyment only. Blaine taught me a long time ago that when I have sex my only job is to make sure that the other party feels good. His head came up again to suck hard on my neck. I leaned over to the opposite side to let him do it. I'm disgusting.

Jason's hand came up to my side tugging roughly on my pants hem. I bit back a scream given that was a sore area from last night. His hand came up to my shoulder; pulling me down so I was on my knees. "Do your job slut."

I nodded silently before unzipping his pants and pulling them down along with his underwear. I wrapped my mouth around his already hard cock. My hand came up shortly after; placing them in front of my mouth. I moved slowly; up and down, up and down, up and down. Who doesn't like a tease right? His hands came to my hair, grabbing a large amount and forcing me to move faster. His dick was too much to handle and I choked every time he banged the head of his number against my throat. It was agony to say the least, Blaine may have done worst just last night but I knew Blaine. I knew what he was capable of and how to handle him. Jason was just… big. His body smothered my shrinking frame and I could not move him. "Blaine stop feeding you slut?" Jason asked, but it was not a question. It was an observation that I was supposed to agree with and leave.

He picked me up and hoisted me around so I was looking straight at him. He connected our lips; his tongue sloppily inserting into my mouth. "Take the pants off now."

I followed his instructions and looked back at him for another direction. I didn't expect for his fist to come in contact with my face or to be slammed against a wall. He took out his erection completely and turned me around pressing my face against the wall. "You want this don't you?"

No. "Yes sir."

He picked me up again setting me on the sink. My head violently hit the dirty mirror in front of it and I could feel myself losing consciousness but still completely awake. I wish I had fallen asleep though, I wish this would be a haunted memory for the rest of my life. Luckily Jason had lubed himself before inserting into me, and I am thankful because his dick was bigger than Blaine's.

He started roughly thrusting into me multiple times; his hand choked me lightly whole the other kept my body from falling of the sink. I threw my arms around his neck to keep myself balanced.

"Fuck." Jason cursed under his breath, but I couldn't really hear past the already so loud ringing in my ears. My eyes closed and I bit my tongue from letting out a painful scream. He picked up my legs throwing them over his shoulders and I tried to ignore the pain in my lower half due to the hard surface of the sink against my butt. Jason's eyes rolled back in his head with his mouth hung open; clearly in pleasure. I smiled to myself; I was good at this, I was good at being someone's whore and it was the only thing I would ever be good at doing.

He was going to come any minute now and this would be over. I could find Blaine and try to forget this; try. Before he actually let go of his contents he surprised me by pulling out harshly making me yelp in surprise. "Get on your knees." He states pushing me over and I fell hard to the ground.

He came over my body in many places and I couldn't care less. I did my job, he enjoyed it. I would be ok.

He sealed the deal by spitting on. "You're a whore, that's all you will ever be." Zipping his pants and grabbing his shirt before leaving me.

"I know." Was the last thing I remember saying.

(Sebastian's POV)

Once again a stupid night, at a stupid club, with stupid fuck, who cannot give a well pleasured blow job to save their lives. "Can I buy you a drink?" I chuckled, whoever it was didn't have very much game.

"No, thank you." I was a nice guy… I could be at least. Besides, my thoughts were focused on what had happened the day before in that lower class coffee shop in Lima.

Kurt was there and the only thing I could really make sense of was the text message I wished I hadn't been nosey enough to read.

Where the hell are you? Get your fat ass over here or you will be sorry you didn't.

To say Kurt looked different would be an understatement. He had paled tremendously even for Kurt; he looked like he hadn't eaten in 7 months, not to mention he just flat out didn't look like the Kurt I had left almost four year ago. He was weak and brittle; like he could break at any moment. Though I could pretend I didn't care about a lot of things, Kurt wasn't one of those things.

Then again, I left him. He wasn't my problem anymore even if I would have stayed if I could.

"You sure? I'd love to occupy some of your time."

I chuckled. "You'd love to occupy my pants… excuse me I need to piss." I smirked before leaving and not looking back at the man. I was just teasing him more and I knew it was killing him, but I simply don't care in slightest.

I walked into the bathroom looking straight at my shoes when I did so. It reeked of post fucking in here and that was never a smell I was too fond of. It wasn't until I saw the pair of pants and black shirt on the floor that I turned around to see a slim form laying on the ground. "Someone had one too many." I smiled walking back to his clothes to pick them up for him. I threw them over his body and continued on to use the bathroom. "Blaine?"

My peeing stopped the instant I heard the high pitched voice of the male in the room beside me. Was that? No, it couldn't be. I finished peeing and zipped my pants before hesitantly walking out to see who the unlucky victim was on the floor. I kneeled and instantly wished I had not come back to Ohio. Wish I had never seen Kurt like this. My voice cracked. "Kurt?"

"Sebastian?" He was small and after the words came out he fell asleep again.

I pulled on his pants and couldn't help but notice the black and blue bruises scattered across his body. I threw him over my shoulder and made my way through the sad excuse for a club. When we finally made it to the car I opened the passenger door and carefully placed him in the seat; too afraid to cause any more damage to him.

I ran away to the driver's seat putting the key in the ignition and wasting no time to drive off.

"What the hell happened to you?"