The shrill of the phone shook Justin from his slumber and he squinted before blindly reaching for the cordless.

"Hmm?" he grumbled, his voice low and thick with sleep.

The voice on the other line chuckled. "Hey baby."

Justin rose an eyebrow. "Excuse me?"

"I just wanted to say that I'm on tomorrow night, in case you wanted to, ya know, ‘work late'."

Justin was confused as he tried to comprehend what was going on.

"Hello?"

No answer, Justin was still thinking. Was this some kind of prank?

"Uh, JC, you there?"

That got Justin's attention quick and he gaped. "JC?"

The other voice was silent and Justin pieced everything together easily. The man had called JC baby. He had mentioned ‘working late' and that he was on.

"Who the hell is this?"

The line was dead a second later and Justin let the phone drop, turning to look at a innocent looking JC curled in a blanket, his eyelids fluttering ever so often.

He slipped out of the bed, his heart pounding viciously in his ears. His head was swimming but his heart was denying everything. It haunted him even more as he padded around the room, just moving, not quite sure as to where he was going.

He's cheating on you, a voice said to him and he whipped around, his eyes welling up with fear and shiny tears.

Leave, just leave, the voice repeated and Justin refused it. He wasn't going to run from his problems. If JC was cheating, then dammit, the bastard was going to admit it. But as soon as he reached for the young singer his hands stilled and the hurt exploded inside his chest, silent tears slipping down his flushed face.

He heaved silently before turning around and rushing to the closet. He picked out any duffel bag he had seen lying on the floor and started ripping shirts from hangers, taking shoes and stuffing them into the blue UNC bag a fan had given him. As he lifted a pair of JC's shoes to get his own, a bag fell to the floor with a loud thud. He turned quickly, sighing in relief as JC shifted but didn't wake up.

He looked back to the bag, ready to dismiss it but his curiosity got the better of him. Something told him don't when he started on the zipper but he ignored it, knowing whatever was in the bag couldn't be worse than finding out the man he loved was cheating on him.

Oh, but it was.

Justin picked up the many tapes, each with a label and examined them confused. Tapes? Of JC doing what? One said, "JC & Raphael" and Justin tried to figure out what that was, his blurry eyes only getting worse as realization dawned on him all too quickly.

JC and Raphael. On tape. Them on tape.

"Oh my god." He picked up tape after tape, his tears only getting bigger as he shook, his hands scrambling to find more even though this was torture enough.

"Fuck!" he finally screamed as he ripped the bag from the closet, the tapes falling mutely against the carpet. He slumped against the closet door, his cries only getting louder as he noticed JC still asleep.

Get out, his voice said and he stood on shaky legs, hunching slightly as the sobs still racked his body. He started towards the dresser, half ass-edly trying to wipe the tears away. He picked out the things dear to him; the watch his grandfather had given him, the wallet Jonathan had made for him out of duct tape (a class assignment) and his real leather wallet.

He grabbed a jacket and turned to look at JC one last time, feeling as if his heart was breaking all over again as all the incriminating evidence invaded Justin's mind.

He walked briskly down the stairs, sighing as he dropped his bag by the living room table to look through JC's wallet. He didn't have any money on him, and this was the least the brunette could do.

He took out about 100 dollars, and reached inside his pocket for his keys when he realized he had left them upstairs.

"Shit." he mumbled as he hopped up the stairs, just ready to get out of that house for a while. When he stepped inside his room, he gasped when JC was no where in sight. He peeked in and then stopped caring about JC, the heartless bastard who started this in the first place and went to look for his keys. He spotted them on the dresser and went over, snatching them easily.

When he turned around, JC was standing there with a sleepy smile Justin wanted to wipe off in the harshest of ways.

"Hey baby..." he chuckled. "Why are you wearing a jacket?" he asked sleepily and Justin closed his eyes, walking briskly past the young man.

JC stepped back and furrowed his brow. "Hey, where are you going?" Justin ignored him as he bolted down the stairs.

JC noticed the bag in hand when Justin was reaching for the door and sprinted after him, his feet heavy as he ran after Justin who was already out side.

"Justin!!" he yelled and then put a hand over his eyes as the pouring rain pelted down on him. "God dammit, Justin stop!!"

Justin cried harder as he walked rapidly to his car, the rain masquerading the onset of tears nicely.

When he reached the black Ferrari, he threw open the door, tossing his bag into the seat next to him. He could distantly hear JC but it was hard over the beating of his heart and the pattering of the rain.

He closed the doors and instinctively locked them. But as he was to start the car, everything crumbled and he hit the steering wheel with a balled fist, his tears becoming painful as he breathed heavily, sniffling.

"Justin!!" JC was banging on the car window and Justin slumped against the steering wheel, his shoulders shaking.

JC stopped when he saw the display of his lover and cursed himself. He tapped lightly. "Justin!" he still had to yell because of the rain. "Please, baby." he whispered and Justin looked up at that moment, stealing JC's breath away for the moment.

The doors unlocked and JC dashed to the other door, hopping in and moving Justin's bag out of the way.

"Baby-"

"Don't call me that."

JC wiped his face off and blinked, thinking of how to go on about this. "What happened?" he asked finally and Justin's tears came faster.

"Why didn't you just tell me something was wrong? We could have, I could have done something-"

"It's not your fault."

Justin's head whipped towards him with narrowed eyes and JC pushed back slightly.

"I know, it's your fucking fault. But I... I just, God. God, just... get out. I don't want to talk to you." Realization hit hard and JC closed his eyes, cursing himself. Of course Justin would have found out one way or another, je just cursed that it had to be so soon."No, Justin, let me explai-"

"No! JC, I don't want to hear it. All I know is that we had something great and you couldn't keep your dick in your pants."

"But no, it wasn't-"

"Fuck what it was, alright? I don't wanna hear it right now. Now get out!"

JC leaned forward. "Just-"

"Get the fuck outta my car!!"

JC had never heard Justin yell that stern, especially not at him, and he shrunk back, feeling a little cowardly and an all out asshole. He turned to open his door, but whispered a small, "I'm sorry," for an apology though Justin was unresponsive and JC continued on silently.

The minute he shut the car door, the doors locked again and the tires screeched against the wet pavement, the black car zooming out of sight quickly. He stared in the direction the broken blonde had left and felt his own tears mesh with the tears streaming down his face because Justin had left. Probably for good.

-Fin-
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