All's Well That Ends Well

Death By A Thousand Cuts

He knew it wasn't a pretty sight. Parked in the far corner of the IHOP parking lot, sobbing his brains out, right down the street from the apartment he just left, Kurt knew that he looked a mess. He just couldn't find the right mind to care.

Kurt couldn't even remember the last time they had an argument that bad since the day they went up to the roof.

The roof, where Kurt initially headed after he left the apartment. He only got halfway up the stairs before turning around, because all he could think of was Blaine, and he didn't want to think about him at all right now. He tried to go to Target, deciding that he could just get all of their grocery shopping done while he was out, but as he passed the Vinyl and CD section, he felt his eyes welling up with tears at the memory of how happy they were the first time they were here together. He saw Blaine everywhere, making New York feel much smaller than it was.

Kurt had no idea why he was so emotional over this, it's not like they broke up. He was just so hurt, and it only amplified every emotion he felt at the moment. He was so angry when he left, all he wanted to do was be alone, which is how he ended up pulling into the IHOP parking lot, figuring it was the best place since it was so empty.

He let his head fall against the steering wheel and sat there, in complete silence while his mind went over what had just happened. Everything Blaine said to him came rushing back and he broke down, feeling equally guilty and betrayed. On one hand, he had lied to Blaine about something that was extremely important, and he had every right to be upset about it. But on the other hand, Blaine had absolutely no reason to say any of that to him, especially not anything about high school. He knew it was a sore area, but he chose to strike that nerve anyway. That was something Kurt simply couldn't wrap his head around.

Sitting alone in his car, Kurt searched his heart for a part that Blaine didn't take up, something that he could hold onto. When he couldn't he huffed, wiping his face with the backs of his hands and fixing his hair in the rear-view mirror. Starting the car again, he pulled out of the parking lot and tried to think of a rational explanation for everything. Relationships were like rose gardens, and he hoped that this was just one of the thorns they'd encounter. That maybe this was just a paper cut sting that resulted from their paper-thin plans to do whatever the hell they wanted with no repercussions. Everything would have to be okay, right?

Once he stopped at a red light, he groaned and looked up, leaning his head against the headrest. Kurt looked out the window at the buildings around him, all of the other cars, and even the traffic lights, asking if it'll be alright, searching for some type of answer that would give him some kind of relief. But he just couldn't forgive Blaine that easily, he can't pretend it's okay when it's not.

He takes the long way home.

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In the living room, Blaine flinched when he heard the front door swing open and the sound of Kurt throwing his keys onto the counter. He quickly stood up, walking towards the kitchen so he could talk to him, but after about three steps, he heard Kurt's heavy footsteps stomping down the hall, and stopped in his tracks when he heard the bedroom door slam closed. Fuck.

He deserved it, he knew he did. Time after time, he promised Kurt that he wouldn't ever hurt him again, and time after time, he did. Only this time, Blaine did it on purpose.

Blaine knew that it was more than the silent treatment, but he wished that Kurt would just come back and be mad. He held everything in all of the time, Blaine just wanted him to come back and yell at him, tell him how bad he fucked up this time, tell him that he couldn't be forgiven this time because that's what he deserved. Kurt had to be mad at him if he wouldn't even talk to him, right? He just needed to know.