Clink.

Clink.

Clink.

He's an hour early. He taps his spoon against his coffee cup. The shop he chose was small, a bit homely, and would be perfect in any other situation. Blaine runs his fingers through his unruly hair again and again. It's been 2 weeks since he's seen

my

no he's not mine

because you messed up

it's your fault

not my,

Kurt.

Blaine has gotten rid of that bed set. He first burned the sheets. Moved on to their mattress. Finally threw out the whole bed frame. He bought a new Tempur-Pedic mattress that Kurt's lusted over for years but never bought.

Kurt had great self control.

Blaine will give Kurt total control of the bedroom designs. He can pick out whatever he wants. He sits back and closes his eyes, picturing Kurt's face when he's fully focuses. Kurt's eyebrows scrunch up and he'll stand on a chair in the opening to the room. His

gorgeous

feeling

perfect

eyes scanning the room and plotting out the designs. Then Kurt will be so happy with Blaine. And Blaine will finally propose. They will travel to Paris and have the greatest wedding of the century. He can feel Kurt's body wrapped around him. His lips, arms, legs, everything.

And everything sounds perfect.

Blaine knows he's messed up.

That's obvious.

But all relationships go through rough patches.

Right?

It's only healthy for a bit of a fight in a relationship.

Yes.

Everything will be okay.

The door creaks open.

Kurt.

He's early.

He wants to see me too.

He misses me.

He loves me.

I love him.

Everything will be okay.

He inclines his head a bit as a greeting.

Okay, not the kiss you were hoping for.

But Everything will be okay.

He listens to the voice he could recognize anywhere. He watches his

no,

not mine

Yes. Yes. Yes.

Please.

Kurt pick up his coffee and slowly make his way over. Blaine's practically vibrating in his seat. He's nervous but so, so excited. Screw the bedroom plans, maybe he'll propose now. The moment Kurt sits down he opens his mouth.

"Why did you ruin our relationship like that?"

That was not what Blaine expected.

Of course that's what I expected.

Of course. I'm not dumb.

He hates me.

I fucked up.

Stop.

No.

It's okay.

Everything will be okay.

"Kurt, no. I didn't think like that. I really do love you. You are my everything."

"Was it something I did? Were you bored with me? Was I not satisfying you sexually? Emotionally? Blaine, I just don't understand."

Kurt's not crying. He looks hurt. He looks broken.

And I did that.

"Please Kurt! It will never happen again! I swear on my life. Please, please just forgive me. Please, please tell me you love me."

Blaine's aware that the two baristas in the shop are downright staring and leaning forward to listen. He wants to turn around and yell at them.

Stop looking at me like that! You don't understand!

Kurt's eyes are filled with tears and pity.

"Oh Blaine, I'll always love you. And I don't hold grudges, you know that. But I can't forget."

Blaine chokes. He stutters out a strange proposal and pulls out a little blue box. Kurt stands up and reaches towards him.

Kiss me.

Forget,

forgive,

love me.

Kurt pulls the jewelry box out of his hand and drops it back into Blaine's pocket. Kurt grips Blaine's head in his hands. His fingers rubbing, tapping, soothing against his head.

"We need a break, Blaine."

Blaine's eyes are clouded. He's sniffling. Kurt pulls out a tissue from his bag and cleans up his tears. When he finishes, Kurt squeezes Blaine's shoulder but refuses to look him in the eye. He spins around and walks out the door like it's nothing. One of the baristas walk over slowly, offering a few napkins for his face.

"Are you okay?"

He laughs.

"No."