This is my second attempt that this. Wish me luck.
"This is ridiculous! All I want to know is why you think Meryl is better than Idina Menzel!" I yelled back at Blaine. This is so stupid. I asked him why he thinks Meryl Streep would be better for the roll of Elphaba than Idina was and he flipped his shit!
"You saw the preview for Into The Woods! She makes a flawless witch!" Blaine huffed.
"This is ridiculous," I said again. "We argued about what movie to watch, what pizza company to order from, and who's paying and tipping. We are not fighting about this, Blaine Devon Anderson!"
"We wouldn't have fought about what who would pay if you would just let your feminism subside, Kurt Elizabeth Hummel!" He said mockingly. I could tell by the look on Blaine's face that he immediately regretted it, but that didn't stop me from kicking him out.
"K-Kurt?"
I didn't respond.
"Baby, I'm sorry. You know I didn't me-"
"Get out. You need to leave." I swallowed a sob.
"I'm so-" No. Nonono. No.
"Just go." I hissed. This wasn't going to happen.
"Okay, I'm going. I love you." He said, complete hurt in his voice.
No comment.
He has no right to be hurt. I told him to go. It's not the first time. This happened last week and the week before that. And the week before that. And a month before that. Why? Because of a stupid fight about who was topping, or who loved who more. All stupid little things ended in huge fights and someone always ended up overstepping.
Was this a good idea? I thought to myself. Getting in so deep with the first attractive gay kid I saw? I always thought we were meant to be, but I've never liked anyone else. Finn and Sam don't count because that wasn't reciprocated. Blaine is my first botfriend and he's probably not the only man out there! Was this a mistake?
Okay so really short, guys! Sorry. Thoughts? Votes? Love, y'all

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FanfictionKurt and Blaine are endgame! Or so they thought... Like every other high school relationship, Kurt and Blaine run into a few bumps in the road. They have their little fights, they cry, they make up. This time is different, though. The fighting never...