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Chapter Eleven
"Have you seen Kurt?"
Sebastian almost jumped before he turned to find Rachel Berry, hands on her hips, staring at him.
"No," Sebastian said, "but I could ask you the same thing. I texted him when I got here and got nothing back."
Rachel made a noise. "I'm calling the cops," she said and before Sebastian could say anything, she walked off.
Sebastian might not know where Kurt or Blaine would be, but he knew who might be behind their disappearance. Sue Sylvester. What he didn't know, was if he wanted to get involved in finding them. If Sue had taken them, then they were probably together somewhere. Sebastian wasn't too worried.
Still, as soon as he got out of McKinley, he phoned Elliott.
"So, Kurt and Blaine are missing," he said without even offering a greeting.
"What?" Elliott asked immediately, "what happened?"
Sebastian got into his car. "I think Sue has something to do with it. She's been trying to get them back together. I just don't know if I should go confront her about it. I mean, we want them back together right?"
Elliott sighed. "Only if it's good for Kurt," he said, "Seb, what if they're not okay? You don't know where Sue put them or what she's expecting of them. You have to find out what's going on."
"Right," Sebastian said, "right. Yeah, I'll go back and see what I can find. I'll call you afterwards."
He didn't fancy interacting with Sue Sylvester again. Seeing her at the restaurant the night before had been enough to last him a while. He walked back into the school past a few students, continuing towards Sue's office. She wasn't there and neither was her secretary. But she had to be somewhere in the school. In fact, Kurt and Blaine were probably somewhere in the school.
Sebastian even bothered to stop and ask a student, who shrugged their shoulders.
"This is insane," Sebastian muttered to himself. Perhaps if he walked around long enough he might find the crazy looking girl that had been accomplice to Sue's plans.
He called Elliott again.
"Hey," he said, "what happened?"
"I haven't found her yet. I wonder if she's still even here."
Elliott sighed. "Well, you have to keep trying. We can't just let this happen to Kurt."
Sebastian knew Elliott was right. So, he just kept walking.
"I almost want to just try and find Kurt and Blaine," Sebastian said and he stopped and spotted elevator doors. He couldn't remember if he'd ever seen the elevator before, but it wasn't in working order anyway.
"I mean," he continued, "if they're still here at the school, where would she be keeping them?"
"I don't know, Seb," Elliott said, "maybe they're not at the school. You said that woman was crazy. She could have taken them anywhere."
While it was a good point, Sebastian was sure that Sue would want to keep them close. There was a reason she had extended invitationals to a three day event, and it had to do with Kurt and Blaine.
"No, they have to be here. I just don't know where she might be. I've only been in this school a few times."
"Then get one of the others to help you? Rachel wasn't all that bad and she does care about Kurt in her own way."
Sebastian remembered how she had asked him where Kurt was earlier. Of course, for her it was more than just the fact that Kurt was missing, it was the fact that he was missing and it was during invitationals. She needed him to recruit and really make sure their kids knew their setlist.
"Maybe. I'll try and see if I can find her."
He pushed off of the elevator doors, glancing back at the yellow tape that had been placed on it, and then continued down the hall. McKinley was full of lockers everywhere, with classrooms that all looked alike, and he felt like he had been walking the same halls in circles, and getting nowhere.
"Sebastian, keep me in the loop. I have to go do something, but text me."
"Yeah, yeah, alright."
He slipped his phone back into his pocket and then walked towards the choir room, hoping that he might be able to find one of the glee kids. If nothing else, they knew the school better than he did.
There was no one in the choir room. He rolled his eyes. Weren't they supposed to be practicing, or getting some sort of inspirational speech that would make them so sure of themselves that they changed their setlist at the last minute?
He walked back the way he'd come and stopped once more in front of the elevator. Something about it made him pause. Then, he shook his head, when suddenly he heard a noise. A bathroom flushing. But, unless he was hearing a bathroom from the second floor, it didn't make sense. There wasn't a bathroom anywhere.
Sebastian moved towards the room next to the elevator. The door was locked. He sighed, then walked to the other side. That door was open, but there was nothing strange inside and definitely not a bathroom.
When he went back out, he spotted Sue's helper.
He ran after her, and just like someone that had a reason to run, she ran from him. With his longer legs, it was easy to catch up.
"Where are Kurt and Blaine, Becky?" he asked.
"I'm not telling you," she said and kicked him on the shin.
"Ow, shit!"
Becky took the time to run off and before Sebastian knew it she was gone.
"So, Sue definitely is behind all of this," Sebastian muttered as if he hadn't known before, "ugh, this is so frustrating. I should have just ignored that drowned cat Hummel and my life would be so much damn simpler."
"Talking to yourself has to be a sign of some mental issues," someone said behind him.
Sebastian turned and he found a cheerleader standing there. She had been in the glee club, if he remembered correctly.
"Was there a bathroom on this floor?" Sebastian asked.
The girl frowned at him. "Maybe you are nuts," she said and then looked around.
"Was there?" Sebastian pressed.
"Yeah," she said, "there was. Um, I guess they put the elevator in front of it. That's weird."
The bathroom had flushed. Unless the entrance to the bathroom was in the locked room, then there was no way anyone could be using it. Maybe Kurt and Blaine were in the locked room.
"Who has the keys to that room?" he asked.
The cheerleader eyed him. "You ask a lot of questions," she said before walking away.
Sebastian groaned.
He moved towards the wall and leaned against it. Maybe he just needed to see it all play out. He would return the next day for the third day of invitationals and if he was early he might even be able to find Sue. If Kurt and Blaine were together, then maybe a night together might even be good for them.
Blaine shouldn't have been surprised when Kurt actually set up a whole picnic from the basket that Sue had left them. It was as if she had known that they would refuse her request to kiss. Not only had she allowed them a bathroom, but she was also giving them food. Food that looked delicious.
"I say we make the best of this," Kurt said, "someone will come from us eventually, and I haven't eaten since this morning."
Before he sat down, Kurt removed his top layer and unbuttoned his shirt. Blaine had been feeling the heat too, and his bowtie was already undone, so he took off his cardigan, draping them over the handrail that went along the back wall of the fake elevator.
Kurt served them the wine that Sue had put in the basket and Blaine could recall numerous afternoons and nights spent just drinking wine with Kurt. One night in particular came to mind when they had finally had free day together. They had slept in, and Blaine had prepared them breakfast in bed. Made love for hours, until in the middle of the afternoon Kurt fetched them lunch and a bottle of wine.
"She has good taste," Kurt said.
When Blaine looked at him he was sipping at his cup. He also couldn't help but notice his muscles yet again. Once, Kurt had been all soft but lean, with arms that hadn't been all muscle. But of course he had changed, and gotten just gotten stronger and more attractive and sexy in all the right ways. He settled himself down in the spot Kurt had left him on the blanket and reached for one of the olives before he went for the actual food.
"This is really good," he said.
Kurt nodded and made a humming noise as he ate.
"Do you think…did Sue make it?" Blaine asked.
"Breadstix," Kurt said between bites, "it's, um, the to go Breadstix."
Blaine should have realized, he'd been eating at Breadstix often enough since it was Dave's favorite restaurant.
"Well we're definitely not going to kiss later because I just had like a ton of it," Blaine said.
Kurt rolled his eyes, but he kept eating.
Blaine didn't know what he was supposed to do. It would be easy to kiss Kurt, in the sense that any action would be easy to do, and yet Blaine knew that it was an action that would bring along consequences. Not only would it be cheating, but Blaine knew that it would bring everything back and Blaine really didn't want that to happen. Not when he was already feeling so much.
"So, do you think anyone's looking for us?" Kurt asked.
"Rachel probably," Blaine said.
Kurt groaned. "Oh, god, she's probably going to kill me for disappearing like that. The New Directions are going to do horribly tomorrow."
"Come on, Kurt, have some faith in them. I've only really heard Jane, but I think you have some pretty good voices in there."
"Thanks," Kurt said, "but it doesn't change the fact that Vocal Adrenaline was amazing and that you with all your musicality and knowledge probably made those boys sound better than ever."
Blaine felt his face heat up, so he ducked down, pretending to try and pick up a specific olive before he spoke again.
"I'm really proud of them," he said, "but I don't know if I've done that great a job."
It had been hard getting to the point where he was after the break up and he remembered how debilitating it had been. It was why he failed out of NYADA. Days upon days of just wanting to lay in his new unfamiliar bed, without moving, or doing anything except to wallow and think about Kurt and cry. He had missed so many classes and even lost weight from not eating enough. It was only after he got the letter from NYADA telling him he was being cut, that Blaine realized he needed help.
"Penny for your thoughts," Kurt said.
"Oh, you wouldn't want to know," Blaine said and sighed. He was suddenly no longer hungry.
Kurt looked at him for a moment, and Blaine wondered if he would dare to press. For as much as they both claimed to be back to being friends, they were still lingering on the line between acquaintances that knew too much about each other, and really and truly great friends.
The other day, talking to Kurt in the auditorium, Blaine had gotten a glimpse of the friendship he wanted with Kurt, but he knew that they weren't fully there yet. He could tell that it still pained Kurt whenever Dave came up in conversation, or whenever he ran into the two of them. Then, there was also the fact that Blaine hadn't been particularly happy to hear about Kurt going on a date. A part of him wanted to ask Kurt how it had gone, but he couldn't get himself to actually ask.
He got up, and moved careful to not step on anything towards the bathroom. He washed his hands and when he returned, Kurt was already putting everything back into the basket.
"Who knows how long we'll be here," Kurt said, "we should probably save some for later."
"Yeah," Blaine said, "alright."
He sat back down, crossing his legs and leaning his back against one of the walls.
"It's a good thing neither of us is claustrophobic," Kurt said.
"Who knows about the future, after all of this," Blaine said.
It wasn't really a true worry though. Blaine didn't think that the enclosed space was supposed to be the traumatic part of their stay in the elevator.
"Alright," Kurt said and he paced the floor, "so who would have thought we'd end up temporarily as sort of teachers."
"Definitely didn't see that coming," Blaine said.
He didn't add that he had been blind sighted by all of it. He still didn't really know why other than of course the fighting, the constant never ending fights that had gone for hours and hours with neither of them wanting to relent. Living with Kurt had not been easy the first time they tried it and even worse the second.
"Are you liking it?" Kurt asked, "I mean, is it what you want to do?"
Blaine shook his head at once. "No, no. I fully intend to go back to New York. I don't know about NYADA but there are other schools. Teaching is nice, and I've enjoyed it but I think that's more to do with Dalton and The Warblers than a love for teaching. I mean, I'm a glorified babysitter who arranges a capella music for teenagers to sing."
"It's more than that," Kurt said quickly with a smile, "but I'm glad you're not giving up on your dreams."
It wasn't often that he really thought about his dreams, mostly because they had always been so tied to Kurt that once Kurt was gone he'd just fallen apart. Slowly, he was trying to rebuild them. He needed to figure out how to keep them alive without seeing Kurt as his support in everyone of them.
"I just needed some time," Blaine said, "coming home helped. You know, Cooper visited again a couple of months or so back. He's ridiculous, but he tried to convince me to move to L.A. with him."
"Oh," Kurt said.
"Yeah," Blaine said, "I didn't really give it much thought. Imagine being with Cooper all the time. Oh, gosh, do you know how horrible it would be to be locked in an elevator with him?"
Kurt laughed. "He and Rachel," he said, "they would be the worst."
"Who else," Blaine said, "Santana would drive anyone crazy. But Sam would make it entertaining. Tina would cry too much."
"I don't even want to think about what Brittany might do," Kurt said giggling.
Blaine pulled himself up from the floor because it was uncomfortable and hard. Kurt paused in his pacing to look at him.
"Honestly," he said, "I think things would have been much worse with one of them."
Blaine nodded. He definitely agreed. It may have been a while since he and Kurt spent any length of time on their own, but they were still clearly comfortable with each other. Things could have definitely been much worse.