He stood in the hallway of the banquet hall, where they had just announced their engagement a few hours prior, staring at the back of his lover, and asked, "What is your problem?"
"I don't have a problem", Kurt replied quietly, his back still turned toward Blaine. Blaine scoffed quietly, sending a pang of guilt through Kurt.
"You dropped my hand and left me out there standing in a crowd of people dancing, Kurt", Blaine said, careful not to raise his voice. "What's your damn problem, Kurt?"
❝ᴛᴏɴɪɢʜᴛ'ꜱ 36 ʀᴇᴀꜱᴏɴꜱ ᴡʜʏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴄᴀɴɴᴏᴛ ʙᴇ ʜᴇᴀʟᴛʜʏ ꜰᴏʀ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ❞
Late at night ᴋᴀᴛʜʀʏɴ ᴄᴏɴɴᴇʟʟʏ would have the greatest pleasure of running into ᴊᴇꜱꜱᴇ ꜱᴛ ᴊᴀᴍᴇꜱ
To this day she's still trying to figure out if that was the best or worst day of her life
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