Blaine whistled one of his favorite songs Kurt and he shared, smiling of the thought of Kurt already. Three days was way to long to be away from his beloved fiancée. They've been together for 15 years now, and they still weren't used to Blaine's businesses trips. He missed him terribly. But he was finally home and he could already smell Kurt's skin so close to him and the taste of his lips against his. He was home-Kurt was his home.
It was a cool night in NYC and something was off. Today, the city he took care off didn't feel right. Even back in Washington, Blaine just felt uncanny. Like something was.. Missing.
And he thought of Kurt again, and his lips- with his endearing smile Kurt hated that drove Blaine absolutely crazy. And his ocean blue eyes that deepened, with every touch they shared. And he loved him. And everything and anything Kurt. And now, after 15 years, he still thinks that Kurt doesn't really understand how much he loves him.
Blaine walked the stairs of his and Kurt's pent house. He held the keys in his right hand as he held his replica suitcase in the other. Even if he had to wear a suit for work, he wore his best one for Kurt today. He knew he was coming home so why not look extra wholesome? He even had his button down opened a little in the chest area. He knew Kurt loved that. A lot. He was honestly too enlighten but he didn't care. He just needed a kiss from his Kurtie.
Before entering, Blaine sends David a quick message letting him know that he got home safe. He kind of missed his partner in crime too, but he understood he had to spend time with his family. But Blaine would never admit to the fact that he did miss him. That was his 'maannnnn.' Blaine had a small smile across his face.
Blaine knew he should've done the same, but he loved his job and it was one of his last assessments, so why not? Plus, it couldn't hurt to get some extra cash even though they didn't really need it.
Blaine opened the door and smiled.
"Babbbbbyyyy, I'm homeeeeeeee," he said in a buoyant shout, as he smirked. He put his fake suitcase down, keys on the table set in the front as he took his suit coat off. He walked in a few more centimeters looking down at his feet, trying to take his shoes and tie off as soon as possible. He was tired nevertheless.
He slowed down his movements as he stared down to the ground. As he saw a bunch of Kurt's singing sheets settled beneath his feet, shattered. And he looked up, noticing the all the lights were actually, weirdly.. shut off. He quickly took the gun out of the side of his back and settled himself against the nearest wall. Quiet as he came in, Blaine breathed quietly, weapon against his chest in between his arms. He looked around his home, finally seeing what he was missing. As he noticed everything was destroyed. Couch torn up, TV on the ground completely smashed. Tables turned, window curtains shattered… Pictures of Blaine and Kurt broken down to pieces on the floor. Walls, punched with holes.
He moved quietly, trying hard not to step on anything and make any noise. He entered the nearest room and pointing his gun around the room, walking in almost a squat, knees bend but enough to move around. He looked behind the door, under the bed, nothing. Next room he repeated the cycle. Nothing. He entered one of his bathrooms, looked behind the door. Nothing. He then walked by the bathroom mirror, as he was about to open the bathtub curtain but couldn't, when he saw the mirror, shattered with Chesnutt hair in between the cracks.
Breathless he became. He dropped the gun with out noticing, as he had to hold himself holding everything near him, as he fell to the floor with his back against the door the whole time. Forgetting everything or where he was. He didn't even know he had tears falling, but there they were.
He doesn't know how long he sat there for. He only turned his head as he saw a phone flashing and ringing under a bunch of papers across the house.
He recognized the ringtone.
And Blaine became numb, as he heard David's wife ringtone range around the house.