Warnings: Mentions of self-harm and depression

Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters.

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CHAPTER 2:

Blaine was panicking. He and Kurt had split up at the cemetery, Kurt driving Sebastian's car back to the Smythe house where Blaine was pacing up and down the living room. Kurt watched from the couch, Annabelle and Marcus Smythe quiet where they stood by the fireplace.

"Nick and Jeff are searching now too but… What if it's not enough? What if we're not working fast enough? Jeff read me the text messages Sebastian sent to Nick this morning and he sounded absolutely terrified…"

"There's nothing more we can do yet, Blaine," Kurt said. "We just need to be patient and wait for the girls to come back."

Blaine looked down at Kurt with a warm smile before he collapsed onto the couch beside him. "Fine," he murmured as he rested his head on Kurt's shoulder. "We'll wait."

"Do you two need anything to drink? You've been rushing around for two hours now," Annabelle noted.

"Some water would be lovely, Annabelle," Kurt murmured. She nodded and disappeared into the kitchen while Marcus sat down in the armchair across from the boys.

"Thank you for what you're doing, boys. Sebastian needs friends like you."

"Sebastian helped us a few times, we're just returning the favour," Kurt said.

"In what ways?" Marcus asked. "He never talks about you very much."

Blaine straightened and shrugged. "Well uh, there was one time in our senior year… There was an … event at my school that really shook me up. Kurt was in New York and had no way to help me so I called Sebastian. We met up and he let me talk. He didn't care that I was a mess and miserable, he just cared that I was getting it out. He knew what it was like to bottle things up and he let me release it.

"I've always empathised with Sebastian. I used to self-harm as well, I'm still depressed and have post-traumatic stress disorder. And if it weren't for Sebastian … I don't think I would be here after what happened that day."

Marcus nodded and Blaine felt Kurt squeeze his hand before the front door opened. Chelsea and Celeste came in with sad expressions.

"Any news?" Annabelle asked as she came back with glasses and a jug of water.

Chelsea sat down and wiped at her face though there was nothing there. "The Connors' haven't seen him. Ursula ran into him one day at the cemetery but she said that was while he was still in high school."

"The boys already looked at the cemetery and he'd left his car there but he wasn't anywhere to be found," Marcus explained. "Thad and Trent called around the hospitals but none of them have heard from him either."

"Should we call the police, Marcus?" Annabelle asked as she wrung her hands.

"We'll wait until Jeff and Nick get here in case they've heard from him."

"I thought they were going to the church," Kurt said.

"Jeff suspected Nick might want to go and sort things out but that he wanted to try and get him back here. He needs to rest and it'll be good to have him here away from the drama," Marcus said as the door opened again.

Jeff looked frantic and Nick was quiet but when they held up Nick's phone, a buzz of anxiety filled the room.

"What happened? Did you hear from him?" Celeste asked worriedly.

Nick took a shuddering breath. "I called him, he picked up but he wasn't making a lot of sense. I tried to ask him where he was but he was crying at that point. It was quiet wherever he was though…"

"I think we need to call someone, Marcus," Annabelle murmured as she shook her head. "We're running out of time. We need to find him. We need to make sure he's okay."

Marcus jumped into action. "Alright, I'm going to call the police and see if they can help us. I want Nick to call Sebastian again. If he doesn't tell you where he is, we'll get on the internet and try to track the GPS location of his phone. Girls, you need to get ready so you're free to go. Kurt, can you keep the girls updated on developments?"

"I certainly can," Kurt said. "I'll get your phone numbers." Kurt got to his feet and along with the girls, he went upstairs.

"Trent and Thad are still out looking which is fine. Jeff and Blaine, I need you on standby here." Marcus looked to Nick. "We'll find him."

Nick nodded. "I know, I'll go try calling him again."

Marcus nodded before they all went their separate ways. Nick sat down on the couch, Blaine and Jeff either side of him as he keyed in Sebastian's number.

"What if he doesn't answer?" Nick murmured.

"He will, Nick," Blaine reassured him.

Nick took a deep breath and hit the "call" button before he put it on speaker. It rang for a while before it went quiet as the call was answered.

"Sebastian? Are you there?" Nick asked worriedly.

There was a pause before a quiet voice answered, "I'm here…"

"Oh thank god… Baby, can you tell me where you are? We kind of have a wedding to get to." Nick tried to laugh but he could feel the panic rising inside.

"I don't know… I don't know what happened…" Sebastian was crying but it was quiet. Nick found that more troubling than his normal hysterics.

"Did you dissociate again?" Nick asked as he leaned forward.

"Nick, I'm scared…"

"What does it look like where you are? Are you outside or what? Tell me about your surroundings."

"I'm outside… It's dark, I think… Can you come find me?"

"We'll try, Seb, I promise. Are you hurt?"

"Yeah, I think so. I don't remember…"

"Okay, just hang in there. We'll track the GPS in your phone and be there soon. Try and figure out where you are and text me if you figure it out, okay?"

"Okay…"

"I-I love you," Nick said as the line went dead. He looked to Blaine and Jeff before he sighed. Standing, Nick went to find Marcus who was on the phone to the police.

"… He has a history of depression, yes. And self-harm. We don't know if he's done anything or where he is or what he was doing. His fiancé got some text messages from him early this morning but they didn't indicate what had happened."

Nick watched and listened as Marcus gave the police the information they asked for before he finally hung up. Turning to Nick, the man looked hopeless.

"Please say he answered the phone."

"He did but he didn't know where he was. He was crying and sounded scared. How do we find the GPS location of his phone?" Nick asked.

"We'll go into the study, it's on the internet."

Nick followed Marcus into his study where the man sat down at his computer, typing information in.

"Did he say anything?"

"Just that he was scared. He doesn't know what happened and he said that he was somewhere dark."

Marcus nodded before he typed something and Nick watched as his eyes scanned the page.

"He's in the metropolitan gardens just across from the cemetery where Jesse was buried," Marcus said after a moment before leaping to his feet. "I've sent the co-ordinates to my phone."

"We're going after him then?"

"We're going to need to call the police. And maybe the church to tell them we're going to be late. We need to hurry though."

Nick nodded as they joined the others in the living room. Annabelle looked to her husband hopefully.

"We know where he is. Call the police and tell them to go to the metropolitan gardens across from the central cemetery. Nick and I will drive over now and start searching. Call Trent and Thad and get them back here. Call David as well, in case he's hurt-"

"He thinks he might be," Nick added.

"We'll come with you," Jeff said. "I'll change out of this and follow you."

"I'll come too," Blaine said as he stood. "I'll grab some bandages and stuff in case he's hurt himself."

Marcus nodded sharply before he looked to Nick. "Come on, let's save your fiancé."

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A/N: Ugh, I'm listening to "Stand" and it's just like "Seb, come back to me!" This might actually be shorter than I imagined it would be, I'm not sure. We'll see how we go :) But thank you for all the follows and favourites in such a short time! It's good to be writing again :p Hope you're enjoying it –Frankie xoxo