"Why do you need to know where I am all the time?!" Blaine yelled
"I don't, Blaine! I just want make sure your okay!" Kurt screamed back.
"Why does it matter what I'm doing?!"
"IT'S NOT ABOUT WHAT YOUR DOING! IT'S ABOUT WHO YOUR DOING!" Kurt yelled.
Blaine looked at him. "You don't trust me." Blaine curled into himself, pulling his knees up to his chest and buring his head in them.
"HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO TRUST YOU 'HANGING OUT WITH FRIENDS' WHEN YOU'VE CHEATED ON ME BEFORE?!"
Tears fell down Blaine's cheeks as he stood up yelling, "I HATED MYSELF FOR THAT! I WANTED TO DIE FOR WEEKS AFTER WE BROKE UP! KURT, THAT WAS THREE YEARS AGO AND I STILL FEEL LIKE SHIT ABOUT IT! AND YOU BRING IT UP?! YOU SAY YOU CAN'T TRUST ME?!"
Blaine grabbed his phone and keys, stuffing them in his pocket he walked out the front door of the apartment, slamming it shut behind him. What Blaine said didn't really sink in until he was gone. Actually, Kurt didn't even process what he said until it was too late.
Kurt was scared. It was late and Blaine just left the apartment. Kurt didn't want him getting gay bashed like he had in college. Kurt sat on the couch and put his head in his hands. Why did I have to say all those things? He thought. He sat there for a long time, tears stinging his cheeks. He waited for Blaine to come back for hours. At 1:00 in the morning he decided that waiting was useless so he went to bed.
He couldn't sleep. He was scared that Blaine was hurt. That the argument would be the last thing he would ever talk about with him. He hadn't even said 'I love you' that day. He was scared. He was also worried.
He heard the jingling of keys in te door and relief washed over him. He wanted to run out of his room and to Blaine and hug him and tell him to never do that again, but then he remembered that Blaine was still mad at him. After a few minutes he heard sniffling coming from the living room and he knew Blaine was crying. Blaine sniffles increased and soon he heard broken sobs coming from the living room.
Blaine crying made Kurt even more upset and tears welled up in his eyes, soon falling down his cheek, broken sobs escaping his lips. When Blaine's sobs increased Kurt snapped. He stood up from the bed, slowly walking to the living room. When he got there he saw Blaine lying on the couch, tightly couching a pillow to his chest, tears streaming down his cheeks. He ran over to him, crouching down next to his husband. Blaine immediately sat up, pulling Kurt into a tight hug and practically into his lap.
"I'm so sorry, Blaine. I shouldn't have said that. I d-didn't mean it I-" He was cut off by Blaine's lips on his own. When they pulled back Kurt tried to finish his sentence, but Blaine stopped him again.
"No. It's not your fault. Please don't blame yourself. I shouldn't have gotten mad at you for being worried about me. I'm sorry for storming out and probably scaring the crap out of you for the last 4 hours."
"It's okay, B. Seriously I shouldn't have acted like I didn't trust you, because I do. Remember when you got that showcase and you told me I was in it, but I wasn't?" Blaine nodded, not seeing how bringing up one of their fights would help right now. "So I found out and got mad and we were in a fight for a while, right?" Blaine nodded again. "And before the showcase I talked to you about it and I said that trust is a choice and that I choose to trust and love you through everything?"
Blaine nodded. "Yeah, then we made up and I got laid." They laughed.
"Okay so you definently remember that part. But my point is that I choose to trust and love you through everything. I didn't mean what I said. I'm sorry and I love you so much."
Blaine smiled. "I love you too. And I choose to love and trust you through everything too." Blaine leaned forward, wrapping his husband in another tight hug.
"Okay on the topic of our relationship before, you wanted to die after we broke up?" Kurt asked.
"Um...well...yeah. I guess. I just felt really bad about the whole thing and I felt like shit and I didn't know why anyone was even still talking to me because I felt like a terrible person, but that was a long time ago."
"But it still happened. You should have told someone."
"I did."
"Who?"
"Sam. But I made him promise not to tell anyone. Because I didn't tell him until like after Mr. Schue and Mrs. Pillsbury's wedding- the one that didn't happen- and I didn't want to die. I just felt like shit."
"Okay. Whatever." Kurt pressed a kiss to Blaine's cheek, then his jaw, then his neck.
"Okay, this time we have to admit it was a fight, but we are still going to have the hottest make up sex ever." Blaine quoted Kurt, changing the words just a bit.
Kurt pulled back from his neck, grabbing his hand, standing up and pulling him to the bedroom.
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"Okay, that was even better then the time I decided to move out!" Blaine exclaimed, turning so he was facing Kurt.
"Better than before the showcase?"
"Better."
"I love you."
"I love you too, B."
