I was watching Loser Like Me and this came into my mind.
"Let's just call it quits before we completely hate eachother!" Kurt exclaimed. No, No. This is not happening. His worst fear was coming true. Kurt had woke up and realized he didn't love him anymore.
"You promised." He choked out.
"What the hell did I promise, Blaine?!" Kurt nearly yelled, frustrated with the amount of fights.
"That y-you w-would always love me. L-last year. When I t-told you that I w-was scared you were going to wake up and r-realize that you don't love me anymore. You p-promised y-you would always l-love me. I guess that's not t-true. B-because it finally happened. Y-you w-woke up and realized that you d-don't love me anymore." He had tears running down his cheeks.
Kurt froze. Oh, God. He remembered that. When Blaine thought he was fat. When he finally told Kurt what was upsetting him and Kurt promised.
"I'm just so scared that your gonna keep changing and your gonna keep getting stronger...and one day...your gonna wake up and realize 'I don't love him anymore.'"
"Never. I'm always gonna love you."
Kurt looked at how vulnerable his Fiancé-could he still call him that?-looked. His eyes were bright red and the tears streaming down his cheeks made Kurt feel worse.
Blaine got up, pulling his coat on he left the restaurant, forgetting his umbrella. Blaine ran home, getting drenched by rain. He started throwing his clothes in a bag when the front door to the loft opened.
Kurt slowly walked into the bedroom where Blaine was. "B?"
"What, Kurt?!" He asked. "I know, I'll be out of the loft in the next half an hour!"
"No, B! Stop!" Blaine turned to look at him. "I'm sorry. It's just we've been fighting so much and I don't know how to fix it." Kurt didn't want to break up. Not now. He never really had wanted to. He just didn't know how to make the fights stop. But as soon as he saw how much it hurt Blaine he knew he couldn't do it. He was going to fix this and make the fights stop. "I want this. I want to marry you. I really do. I want to be Kurt Anderson-Hummel. I just want the fights to stop."
"B-But y-you said that you don't love me."
"No, I didn't! I said we would hold resentment if we kept fighting like this."
"You said that if we don't call it quits and if we keep fighting you would end up hating me." Blaine whispered. "That's what hurt me most. Because you said you would always love me. And because no matter what you did I could never hate you. And you said that if we kept fighting you would hate me. Fighting, Kurt. You could have fucking slapped me and I wouldn't hate you. Honestly, if you had fucking slapped me it would have hurt less!"
Kurt flinched as Blaine yelled. "I know. I'm sorry. I just didn't know what to do, but seeing how it hurt you. And breaking that promise. It's so much worse than these fights. And honestly, Blaine, I could never hate you either. I didn't hate you when you cheated on me. There's nothing that could make me hate you. I was just mad. And I didn't know how else to make these fights stop. I don't want to break up with you. I want to marry you. I don't care that we're just kids. I love you. I want to be your husband. And I want to be successful together." He reached out and grabbed Blaine's hand, a watery smile forming when he didn't pull away, but gently squeezed his hand instead. "I want to go on out honeymoon somewhere amazing, but then end up seeing nothing because we spend the whole time having sex. I want to have kids with you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you." Blaine smiled. That watery smile that he smiled when he told Kurt he was insecure.
Blaine grabbed Kurt's other hand, turning to face him. "I get that. I want all that too. I expecially want the fights to stop. And to marry you. It's just...I was so scared last year...and I am now...it really hurt what you said at the restaurant. I know you didn't mean it, but it really hurt."
"I'm so so sorry, Blaine." Blaine nodded. "I love you so much, okay?" Kurt said, gently.
"Okay." Kurt pulled Blaine into a tight hug. "I love you too." Blaine tucked his head into the crook of Kurt's neck.
