Summary: The Seblaine break up takes on a life of its own.
Notes: This is the second part of the last chapter. I just could not make these two parts fit together in a way that made sense.
Earlier that evening in New York
Rachel pulled her curtain shut and then promptly face planted onto her bed, bemoaning the fact that she didn't stop to buy ice cream for her pity party. Mondays were always her long day at NYADA, but today had been especially brutal.
The announcement that Blaine was The Future for the Julliard Concert at Lincoln Center had spread through NYADA like wildfire. Unfortunately, it didn't take long for people to remember that she and Blaine were friends, so she spent the majority of her day being bombarded with questions. Hell, even Cassie July asked her about Blaine. It had gotten so bad that at one point she considered making a sign saying I don't know if Blaine plans on auditioning for NYADA but considering he didn't actually apply here and was accepted at his school of choice, I would say the answer is most likely…No.
While she would never condone Kurt's Alpha Gay behavior towards Blaine, she now understood how it could have happened.
Despite everything, Kurt had been her person. She missed him. She missed how they would talk about their day over dinner. How they would go out in their free time and find things for the loft. How they would think of ways to get Kurt another NYADA audition. How Kurt would go insane when she got anything on her new clothes. But most of all, she missed how they would stay up at night and talk about how much they missed Finn and Blaine. Those talks were the reason she knew Kurt really did love Blaine and she didn't care what anyone else said.
That included Kurt back when he lost his mind and thought he was in love with Sebastian.
She was about to text him when a call came through from an unknown number. She probably wouldn't have answered it, but it was from someone in Lima "Hello."
"Hi, Rachel? It's Sugar Motta. Finn gave me your number. I'm not interrupting something, am I?"
Never would have guessed Sugar Motta in a million years "It's fine. What did you need?"
"Sam went off on Mr. Schue today, which was all kinds of awesome, but he said that we don't have the killer instinct to win Nationals. Well, he said Kitty and Tina have it, but not the rest of us. I can't ask Blainey, so I talked to Finn. He gave me your number and said I should call."
Finn told her to call? "Sugar, what are you talking about?"
"I want you to teach me how to be a total show choir bitch. I mean like when you sent that girl to a crack house bitch."
Rachel had to laugh. Somehow Finn had known exactly what she needed "Sugar, you've come to the right person."
Back in Lima, Finn saw Sugar give him a thumbs-up and then go and grab pen and paper. His idea had worked.
Meanwhile at Dalton
Blaine practically jumped off the bed and yelled "Sebastian Smythe, that is the dumbest thing you have ever said. We are not breaking up!" Then he slapped his (at least for the next few minutes) boyfriend's arm for emphasis.
"Ouch, that hurt! I didn't mean we should break up-break up."
Blaine made his I'm going to scrunch my face while I think about if I believe what you said face, which was a good sign. He sat back down on the bed, but as far from Sebastian as possible "I'm listening."
"I've thought about working on my projects from home for the rest of the week so I can spend time with Izzy, and maybe Sierra, before they go back to Paris on Thursday. I have my deposition on Wednesday morning meaning I don't have Advisory and since you were outvoted, the Warblers won't begin work on Nationals until after college visits. The only reason I'm still here is my undying love for you." Sebastian broke out his signature smile because he could see Blaine was beginning to waver. "It's not like we aren't spending the next two weeks together in LA then New York. And don't you have your AP Biology test on Wednesday?"
"Yeah, but that's the one thing I'm not worried about." Blaine crawled across the bed and cuddled back into Sebastian's side "I hate it when you're all logical."
"In reality it will only be two and a half days. Sierra is taking Izzy away from me around noon Thursday and I planned on coming back to help with lacrosse practice which is at 2PM. We can have a dinner date in the cafeteria."
"It is meatloaf night."
"Well, then you know I'll be back. I wouldn't miss that." They both chuckled at Sebastian's statement since it was the absolute truth. He liked the meatloaf so much that Mrs. Jordan always made sure there was enough extra to make him a meatloaf sandwich for lunch on Friday. "You know I'm right about this, B."
"I know and I'll agree on three conditions."
"Three?"
"Yes, three. One, we switch bracelets and cuffs so I'll still have you with me."
"Done."
"Two, we find a way to have a night of debauchery on Friday."
"Definitely done. And three?"
"You don't get pissed off when I send a mass text to the Warblers with a link to my favorite show choir blog. Before you say no, there's a video of Throat Explosion's Regionals performance there and I want everyone to know what we're up against. Plus, I found out the theme for Nationals and I want to give all the guys a chance to think of song ideas even though we're not practicing."
"How did you find…never mind. You found out the theme on the blog. Are you sure? It's not supposed to be announced until Monday."
"I trust my sources."
"You know you're dying to tell me. How asinine is it?"
"I don't know if it's asinine, but you are going to laugh. The theme for this years Nationals is…dun, dun, duh…Divas through the Decades.
"Are you fucking serious? Nationals is one big Diva-Off?"
"Yup and yup."
"Fine, I accept your conditions." Sebastian paused for a moment and then gave Blaine a kiss on the top of his head. "I should get going before I change my mind."
"Can I at least get a few kisses first?"
"I think that could be arranged."
Blaine and Sebastian spent the next few minutes saying goodbye, both blissfully unaware of the shit storm they had caused.
15 Minutes Earlier
Doug stopped outside of Blaine's door "Remind me why I agreed to do this."
"Uh, because we want to be the Second-Year Leaders for the Warblers next year" Chris actually did remind him.
"Yeah" George chimed in "When we tell Blaine how we went to that show choir blog and found out the theme for Nationals, he will appreciate our initiative."
Sebastian Smythe, that is the dumbest thing you have ever said. We are not breaking up!
The three of them stood frozen, eyes darting back and forth between them, playing a game of Oh My God! Did we just hear what we think we heard? Doug broke free and noticed there were several others standing in the hall and it looked like everyone of them had heard the same thing. "I'm getting Trent" he whispered to his friends before taking off running.
A senior named Zane came over to Chris and George "Did Seblaine just break up?"
"We don't know what's going on."
"But we're not sticking around to find out."
"That's a good idea" Zane told the freshmen and headed toward the library. He had played lacrosse with Sebastian and had seen him pissed, but Sebastian after breaking up with Wolverine…the thought of that was scary. When he entered the library, he saw his friend Jagger whose dorm was directly across from Sebastian's "Hey dude, head's up. I just heard Seblaine fight and break up."
"Holy Shit! What happened?"
"Blaine just started yelling Sebastian Smythe, you are so stupid. You're not breaking up with me, I'm breaking up with you!"
"Wow!"
"Yeah, wow. I've got to go. Like I said, just wanted to give you a head's up."
"Thanks. See you later." Jagger couldn't believe what Zane told him. Seblaine? Break up? How? They had been all over each other earlier that day…and every day. But after what he heard about the Fight Club council forcing Blaine to go to Lima last year, there was no way he was asking. Then he remembered, his sister Krissy roomed with Wes Montgomery's sister over at Crawford Day. He put his books back in his bag and headed out of the library. The second he was through the door he pressed call.
"Hey, Jagger. What's going on?"
"Krissy, the shit is about to hit the fan here. Seblaine broke up." From the gasp he heard, Jagger figured his sister was as shocked as he was.
"That's not possible. I was at the Sugar Shack and saw them together. Because of them, I refuse to ever date a man that can't sing In Your Eyes. Are you sure?"
"Guys heard Blaine yell Sebastian Smythe, you're a stupid asshole. You're not breaking up with me, I'm breaking up with you! Nari didn't mention anything? Isn't she dating that Sam guy?"
"They're not seeing each other anymore. Shit!" Krissy let out a sigh, realizing how big of a deal this actually was. "She's in the shower. I better tell her about this when she gets out. I'd say maybe Wes would know something, but he's in New York."
"Do me a favor Kris, keep me in the loop. They live across the hall…"
"Don't worry, I'll let you know what I can." Krissy put her phone down and tried to think of the best way to tell Nari about this. Wes and Blaine were more like siblings than Wes and Nari were but she was close to Blaine as well. Also, the mere mention of Blaine would probably trigger more tears about Sam.
"Who was on the phone?" Nari asked as she came out of the bathroom.
"Um, my brother. There's some drama going on over at Dalton."
Nari sat on her bed and started braiding her hair "Oh, anything juicy?"
"Blaine and Sebastian broke up."
"Shut the fuck up."
"Sorry, Nari."
"Shut the fuck up! What the hell happened?"
"Jagger didn't know, he just heard Blaine yelling Sebastian, you fucking asshole! I'm breaking up with you. He lives across the hall from them, and is afraid of Blaine for some reason, so he thought maybe you might have said something that would give him an idea of how to deal with this."
"This can't be happening. They're perfect together."
"So were you and Sam."
"True, but they live 100 feet from each other, not 100 miles."
"You want to call him, don't you?"
"Sam? I don't know."
Krissy got up and grabbed her things "I'm going to go take my shower with my music playing and then blow dry my hair. You know, just in case."
Nari gave her friend a smile and then got her phone out of her night table. When she turned it on she was met by a photo of her and Sam on his Harley. It only got worse when she found his number which was highlighted by a picture of Sam in his BDSM Angel outfit, at least that's what Sebastian called it. She knew she should delete or at least change the photos, but she wasn't ready. She wasn't ready for this either.
"Narissa?"
"Hi, Sam. Yeah, it's me. I hate to be blunt, but have you talked with Blaine lately?"
"Yeah, earlier this evening. Why?"
"My roommate got a call from her brother saying Dalton had gone nuts because Blaine and Sebastian broke up. Sam, I know Jagger and he's this really nerdy guy who is afraid of Sebastian but scared shitless of Wolverine. He would never say anything like that if he couldn't back it up."
Sam was more worried about the fact that Nari knew Blaine was Wolverine than the idea of Blaine and Sebastian breaking up. That was just too unbelievable to be true "Did he say how he supposedly knew this?"
"He said that a bunch of guys heard Blaine yell Sebastian you fucking asshole! I can't believe I came back to Dalton for you!"
"Seb was not the reason…" Sam stopped himself because he knew Sebastian was not the reason Blaine went back to Dalton, but it sounded like Nari didn't. "Let me make some calls."
"Will you…?"
"Of course, I'll call you back as soon as I can. Bye, Narissa."
After attempting to reach both Blaine and Sebastian twice, Sam decided on a different approach.
"Sam, this isn't a good time."
"Then it's true? Blaine and Sebastian really broke up?"
Beat stopped in his tracks, waving at Trent, Doug, Nick and Jeff to go meet Thad. "Tell me everything you know."
"I got a call from Narissa, and yes it was awkward, but she heard Blaine and Sebastian had broken up. I tried calling them but there was no answer. That's why I called you."
"Doug overheard Blaine yell something about Sebastian being stupid and breaking up. Unfortunately, none of us know for a fact what was said because guys keep coming to us trying to verify rumors they've heard. It doesn't help that we can't find them."
"You can't find either of them?"
"No…oh, ok. You want to call Cooper to have their bodyguards check in."
"Yeah, and if this break up story is true, someone will have to handle Sugar. I'm pretty sure that someone shouldn't be Nick."
"Got it. I'll take care of things here. Tell Cooper to have one of the guys call me when they locate the drama queens." Beat ended the call and then caught up with the others in Sebastian and Thad's room. "That was Sam. Yes, they had a fight. No, they did not break up. They've gone to their respective corners to lick their wounds and will come out when they come out. Now, let's stop the rumor mill and get ready for the inevitable wallowing. Doug, come with me and we'll get the popcorn and Disney ready. The rest of you, I don't know what Sebastian would want but my guess is the same, just substitute porn for Disney."
"That sounds about right" Trent said as he kicked his little brother out of the room before going to Sebastian's not-so-secret stash.
While Beat was trying to calm things down at Dalton, Sam had made the call to Cooper "Blaine said Sebastian you fucking asshole! I can't believe I came back to Dalton for you!"?
"No Cooper, I said that's what Narissa told me Blaine supposedly said. I think what happened is like that game of telephone where one person hears something and tells another who tells another, and it changes a little each time."
"I think you're probably right. Sam, hold on." Sam could hear Cooper talking with someone but couldn't make out what they were saying. While waiting, he contemplated how they were going to tell Santana if it came to that "Sam? Ok, Sebastian is home with his family and Blaine is in one of the music rooms at Dalton. The others couldn't have gotten back there, but Blaine has a key. I'll call Beat in a few minutes and help him fix whatever story he came up with. Now, Sammy boy, my newest little brother, tell me all about how you got Schuster suspended."
Back in New York, Rachel was getting ready for bed. The one good thing about this day was that both Mercedes and Santana were going to be late, and she could take all the time she wanted in the bathroom. A long, hot shower had been just what she needed. Well, the shower and her call from Sugar. She had loved answering all of Sugar's questions, and she had dozens. Talking about the New Directions and Regionals being on Saturday made her feel like her old self again, but now that it was over she was even lonelier.
She was about to turn off the light when her phone went off again, but this time she recognized the number "Kurt?"
"Rachel? Can you hear me?"
"Yes, but barely. Where are you?"
"I'm at work at Breadstix so I can't talk long. You'll never guess what I heard Cooper say. Blaine finally dumped the Meerkat."
"Kurt, you must have heard things wrong."
"No, I heard Cooper on the phone with Sam and he definitely said that Blaine questioned why he left me for Sebastian. This is just perfect Rachel. Thanks to you getting me another NYADA audition, not only will I be able to be in New York for Blaine's concert, maybe Blaine will reconsider his NYADA audition."
"What do you mean I got you…" Rachel was interrupted by the sound of the loft door opening and someone bilingually cursing at the top of her lungs "Kurt, you may be right about Blaine after all."