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The sound of cameras clicking, yelling paparazzi, and screaming fans hit Blaine's ears, but he keeps a big smile on his face through it all. He tries not to let it show one bit that he's annoyed and irritated that once again Sebastian is late.
“Where's Sebastian?” one of the paps questions as he takes three pictures of him in a row.
Blaine looks to his left where his publicist, Santana Lopez, is standing.
“All right,” she snaps, grabbing out for him and pulling him inside the building.
Sometimes he's grateful for having a tough publicist like Santana. To everyone else she's that publicist that doesn't let Blaine do anything, but he knows better. Santana watches out for him. Always keeps his best interest despite what everyone says about her.
“Thank you,” he mutters, not letting his happy smile disappear.
“Yeah, well your smile is turning murderous rather than charming so tune it down,” she comments glancing down at her iPad, even though he knows that she's got their itinerary memorized. “Do you want to go sit down now or mingle?”
“I need to use the restroom.”
She rolls her eyes, but nods as she goes to sit in one of the sofas by the lounging area.
The moment he's in a stall he pulls out his cell phone and calls Sebastian. After the fourth ring it goes straight to voicemail. “Hey, you're late,” he says before laughing nervously. “I can't believe- Just please let me know you're on your way.”
Blaine knows Sebastian can't miss this event since they're being paid to attend together. He sighs and can't stop himself from opening up his Twitter. He checks his mentions, most of them are fans commenting on his outfit for tonight and a lot wondering why Sebastian is not with him.
A few minutes later, after he feels confident enough that he's calmed down and is ready to face the crowd of people he takes a deep breath. He's about to step out when he hears two people come inside and their conversation makes him stop.
“Sebastian looks like Blaine just had his way with him on the way over,” he hears one man say as he turns on the faucet. His chuckle is drowned out by the sound of water.
“Maybe that's why he didn't do the red carpet,” the other says before the first man murmurs something which Blaine can't make out. The voices stop as they make their way out of the bathroom.
Blaine takes a deep breath before dialing a different number.
“Yes?” the person on the other line answers.
“Tonight. Meet me at our- meet me at Sebastian's place in two hours. I'll find a way to leave early or get Santana to cover for me,” he says quickly trying to breath as his heart feels like it's being stomped on.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. Just, please.”
“Okay.”
Blaine hangs up and leaves the bathroom. When he meets Santana again she's glaring at Sebastian across the room as he is in the middle of a conversation with his publicist, Thad.
Before Sebastian has a chance to see him, Blaine whispers to Santana, “I need to leave in two hours, make it happen.”
Santana raises an eyebrow that means he'll have some explaining to do later, but nods.
“Babe,” Sebastian says walking over and placing an arm around his waist. “Sorry, traffic,” he whispers before kissing him.
Blaine gives him a smile and nods. He laces their hands together and hang out for another half hour talking with the other guests and taking pictures before finding their table inside.
“What?” Sebastian asks annoyed after Thad glares at him for the fifth time.
Thad glares at him once again before asking, “Was it necessary for you to make that joke about gingers?”
Sebastian lets himself fall down on the back seat of the limo. “You're boring. I wish Blaine was here.”
“You weren't saying that when I walked in on you and Brody.”
Sebastian shrugs and dozes off until Thad shakes him awake.
“I'll let you know in how much trouble you are when you're sober.”
Sebastian simply nods as he gets out of the limo. He rubs his eyes before looking at his house confused. All the lights are off. Even if Blaine is in bed he always leaves the porch light on for him because he knows he has a hard time trying to get the key inside the lock when drunk.
He leans against the front door as he rings the doorbell. No answer. He rings four more times and nothing. He's really annoyed now. He has a weekend maid for a reason and he's probably woken up Blaine with all the doorbell ringing he's done.
Grumbling he pulls out his keys and after a few tries, opens the front door. He steps inside slamming the door by accident.
“Sorry!” he calls out, hoping Blaine isn't too angry. “Ruth!”
No answer. He walks to the kitchen and gets himself a glass of water before finally making his way upstairs.
He opens the door to his and Blaine's room slowly. “Sorry, B,” he says gently, “fucking Ruth isn't in... we should fire her.”
He receives no answer and figures that Blaine probably already went back to sleep. Yet the room is too quiet and it feels empty. He's tempted to turn on the light, but decides against it. He knows his way around this room. The amount of times he and Blaine have come in here without breaking their kiss in the dark and falling into bed together. He sits at the edge of the bed and carelessly takes off his suit. He gets into bed and when his hand reaches out for Blaine he finds his side of the bed empty.
“Blaine?” he calls out before getting up quickly. The alcohol suddenly gone out of his system. He walks over to the light switch and turns on the light. Blaine's side of the bed is still made, untouched, from the morning probably. He looks around the room and it takes him a moment to notice how badly the drawers on the dressers are closed. He reaches out for them and pulls them open. They're empty.
In the drawers he and Blaine shared there are clothes unfolded and balled up.
He pulls out his cell phone and dials Blaine's number. “We're sorry, but this number has been blocked by request of the user. If you-”
Sebastian hangs up, panic stirring inside of him. He tries two more times and receives the same message. He feels as though he can't breathe, finally he realizes he's been holding his breath this whole time. He wants this to be a horrible nightmare.
Finally he calls a number he only has on his cell phone because Blaine insisted.
The person on the other line picks up after the fifth ring. “Kurt, where is he?” he asks angry.
Kurt stays quiet on the other side. “Who?” he finally asks.
“Blaine. Where is he?” he asks suddenly wondering if maybe Kurt doesn't know, but he has to, they're best friends. “He blocked my number- he's right there isn't he?” It's quiet on the other line. “Let me speak with him, Kurt.”
“He doesn't want to speak to you.”
“Blaine! This isn't fair-” He hears the scoff and knows it's Blaine. “Kurt, just give the phone to Blaine.”
“He doesn't want to talk to you,” Kurt insists.
“Please,” he begs.
It's quiet for a long time, but manages to hear a muffled conversation. Then it goes very quiet and for a moment he thinks Kurt has hung up. “Don't try to contact him again, Cooper and I will be picking the remainder of his stuff later this week. And if you have a problem with that then you can keep everything. You had your chance-”
“This is not fair!” Sebastian cries into the phone. “Blaine, don't be like this, please talk with me.”
The phone goes quiet again. “Goodbye, Sebastian.”
The call ends and he stares at his phone, before he stands up and walks around their room. He notices there are clothes missing from their closet and pictures from the walls.
Finally after what feels like forever his phone rings and he almost drops it. For a second he thinks its Blaine, but when he looks at the screen it's Thad. He presses ignore, but it just rings again for the next ten minutes until the doorbell rings.
“Sebastian,” he hears Thad.
When he opens the door he finds Thad with a worried look.
“He's gone,” he says before he lunges at Thad and cries.
He doesn’t get any sleep that night, even after Thad has put him back into bed. All he can feel is dark and alone. He knows he deserves this. He has been cheating on Blaine for the last two months after all. And Blaine knew, but never did anything.
Until now.