Kurt stepped out of the rented car with his boyfriend, who went around to the back to gather their luggage. They had packed lightly-Blaine using up half of one of Kurts bags, and Kurt with two bags, because he had to bring his facial creams and two extra outfits. Carrying Pavarottis pillar-shaped cage, Kurt wiggled his finger at the bird, who was pacing from side to side and sniffing around his new surroundings.

When Blaine walked over to him and placed a hand at his waist, Kurt chortled at his expression, which he knew couldnt have been an amused one behind his sunglasses. "Do you like Ohio yet?" He playfully elbowed his boyfriend, who had never been an area with less than ten skyscrapers. "Hey, we have great corn out here!"

A smile cracked onto Blaines lips, and he peeled the glasses off of his face. "This is... different. Its very open out here. And it smells clean." Furrowing his brows, he turned a glare toward Kurt. "And I dont even like corn."

Kurt rolled his eyes, leading his boyfriend up to his small and modest home, which was about the size of two of their apartment back in New York. "Who doesnt like corn? You are the pickiest man I have ever met." Threading a funny tone through his voice, Kurt mocked Blaine, "No, theres too much gravy on the potatoes. The silverware goes on the right side of the plate-"

Frowning, Blaine swung his free arm around Kurt and tickled his ribs, and then bent and kissed his giggling mouth. "At least I can eat a piece of pizza without complaining about my hips. Hush, you little brat. You know that theres no better company for you at the dinner table than me. Besides, you feed me hot meals. Before I met you, I ate everything out of the microwave. The only reason I keep you around is because of your cooking skills."

Giving Blaine a look that made him peck his mouth a few more times in apology, Kurt laughed and brought him up to the doorway. "The only reason I keep you around is because the face you make when you see my dad is so funny. Youre a good source of entertainment." He knocked a few times on the door, and then pointed a finger at Blaine. "Do you remember what we talked about? Youre supposed to make my dad like you. Blaine, weve been dating for months. Our relationship isnt like how it was before. And I cant choose between my dad and you. You hardheaded men have to be able to stand to be in the same room with each other."

"I know, honey." Blaine made his face serious, his eyes clearing of emotion and his lips becoming firm. "And I already have a plan. Ill talk to your dad after dinner... just the two of us. I need to talk to him, anyway." When Kurt raised a brow, he shook his head. "Its nothing you need to worry about." He kissed Kurt, "Ill make things right, baby. I promise."

All at once, the door was pried open, and on the other side stood Carole. Because Kurt had informed his parents of their plan to visit about a week ago, Carole had spent the last week preparing for them, even though Kurt had begged her not to go to the trouble. The house, as he expected it would, smelled like cookies, with the faint hint of oil and grease that Finn and Burt must have tracked in from the garage. Kurt was instantly hit with the feeling that he was in the right place, and was home again. He breathed out in relief, and collapsed into his stepmoms arms. "Carole! Ive missed you!"

Itd been about six months since Kurt had come home, so he instantly explored the living room with his eyes, and found everything just as it should be. His dads recliner was propped just in front of the TV, where it always had been, and an empty pop can sat beside of it. Kurt gave his stepmom a look that she instantly understood. Pressing his hands between her soft, thick ones, she murmured, "Oh, Kurt, you look wonderful. And dont worry about your dad. He doesnt drink pop often. He and Finn are in the garage right now. I dont want him to strain himself out there, but its good for him to get on his feet every now and then."

Twisting toward Blaine, who had set the suitcases in the entryway, she cooed and held up her arms to embrace him, "Blaine, dear, its so good to see you again. You two make such a handsome couple. How are things back in New York?"

"Everythings great, Carole." Kurt said kindly, scooting Pavarottis cage onto one of the tables and helping the bird out of it so he could have some space. "Blaine and I are very happy. Its nice to have him moved in to my apartment." Turning toward his boyfriend, Kurt pointed in the direction of the kitchen, "Blaine, the kitchen is open. You have to go through it to get to the garage. My parents bedroom is down that hallway. And Finn and I used to share the basement, but Finn has his own place now."

Blaine smiled at Carole, "Thanks for being so hospitable, Carole."

Appreciatively clicking her tongue, Carole waved them farther in, "Please, make yourselves at home. Ill get the boys." She whirled away from them and walked into the kitchen, where she had soup simmering on the stovetop, and a batch of cookies cooling on the counter.

Kurt lowered onto the arm of a couch, holding Pavarotti in front of him as the tiny bird spun in every direction, before chirping up at Blaine. Blaine scratched the top of his head, and then bowed his head to kiss the tip of Kurts nose. Kurt grinned at the affection that he lavished openly onto him, as of recently. "My stepmom really likes you. Caroles easy to warm up to. Shes a lot like my mom was." Raising his brows at Blaine, he asked, "Do you want to see a picture of her, Blaine?"

He climbed back off of the couch and walked over to the fireplace, where there had always sat a small picture frame that had his mom within. He brought it over to Blaine and showed him his mom, who his dad had caught gardening, and had whipped her head over her shoulder, her blue eyes gleaming with happiness, and her pink lips turned upward. Blaines eyes softened at the picture, "She was beautiful. She looked just like you."

"Thank you." Kurt returned the frame to its rightful spot. "My dad loved her so much. He always wondered how he got so lucky. My mom never took anything very seriously. She used to tell me that it was better to appreciate the good, than dwell on the bad. Even after she had been in the hospital for months with cancer, she still laid me down with her and stroked my hair, and would sing to me, until she fell asleep." His eyes became misty, and he quickly rubbed at the corners. "I was in her arms when she took her last breath. My dad was leaning over us, holding her hand. When she died, he looked up at me and kissed my forehead. He told me not too cry, because she wouldnt want that, and to smile because we had all of these amazing memories with her. So, I didnt cry on the day that she died."

Blaines lips wavered, and he rubbed his forehead against Kurts. He looked like he was about to say something, his lips parting, when the garage door slammed. Carole was herding the boys inside, her hands on either of their waists, as she tried to interrupt the way that they jabbed at each others ribs and bickered about a recent football game. Kurt grinned at his dad, who he had once been jealous for when Finn had first come around, but was now happy to see him so close with, because he knew that Finn was just what he needed. Spreading his arms, Kurt walked to him and wrapped himself around his dads chest, breathing in his familiar scent. "Hi, Dad."

Burt instantly forgot what hed been telling Finn as his arms crushed his son, "Kurt, its so good to have you home, bud." He lifted his chin and nodded at Blaine, who Finn had walked over to and was greeting. "Blaine."

Blaine returned the older mans nod, "Mr. Hummel, thank you for having me." Having overheard part of Finn and Burts conversation, Blaine hesitantly put in. "You watch football?"

Burts eyebrows shot up, and Kurts stomach did a flip as he realized that Blaine was putting in the effort to bond. He stepped back, feeling Caroles hand slide around his hips. "Yeah, Finn and I are big fans. Do you watch it?"

"When I can." Blaine said sheepishly. "My dad used to let me watch it with him. It was one of the only things we did together."

Burt looked intrigued, and he turned to his wife, who waved him off. "Theres a game on now. How about you sit down with us and watch it?"

Blaine also looked at his significant other, who made the same motion that Carole did. Kissing Kurts forehead, he looked back up at Burt, a smile twitching on his lips. "Id love to."

Once the three of them were out of the way, Kurt peered around the corner of the main room, where Finn and Blaine took up separate ends of a couch, and his dad occupied his recliner. Without a hitch, he and Finn got back into their argument, with Blaine making the occasional comment. When he felt Carole touch his back, Kurt glanced over his shoulder. "Come on, honey. Why dont you help me with dinner? Pavarotti can eat the scraps, just like he used to."

Kurt shuffled away from the living room, and didnt speak until he was safely contained within the kitchen. "I was starting to worry that Blaine and Dad would never find any common ground." He walked up to the counter with her, and peeked into the pot of reddish, bubbling soup. "Mm... minestrone? You know the way to my heart, Carole."

Carole laughed, and handed him a loaf of bread. "Why dont you cut this up? Dinners just about ready." At the sound of an especially loud laugh from Finn, she flicked her eyes over her shoulder. "Well, sweetheart... you and Blaine have been dating for..."

"Four months."

"Four months... goodness. And youre moved in together. Things are getting pretty serious, huh?"

Kurt shrugged, sliding the bread onto a cutting board and swiping a knife from where it had been sheathed. "I dont know, Carole... I hope so. You know, Blaines turning thirty five in just a few days. Im only twenty two. I could wait another ten years before I married. But Blaine wants to settle down. Weve been talking, I guess, in very subtle terms. Because hes older, we both know that, whenever we want to, it could be time for us to stop dating. It isnt like Im dating someone as young as I am, when dating is just dating. Weve talked about marriage and children. And weve talked about moving out of New York City. But if someones going to make the first move to take our relationship to a different stage, its going to have to be him, and he knows that. Its just a matter of... when."

Caroles eyes became sympathetic, and she rubbed the back of his hand. "And... have you both said how you feel? Do you... know how you feel?"

Smiling, Kurt shook his head, "No... neither of us has admitted anything. Were both cautious people, to a fault. We dont like putting ourselves out there. But, if he doesnt tell me soon enough, then Ill tell him." He glimpsed up at his stepmom, who had stopped stirring and was leaning against the counter, attention fixated on him. "I do love him, Carole, very much. Hes everything to me. I dont know what I would do without Blaine."

With her eyes watering, Carole rubbed a finger over his tense cheek, and his dimple popped under the pad of her thumb as he gave her a kind look. "Youve always been so disconnected from everyone. I was so afraid that you would never let anyone in. Do what your heart says it right. Kurt, your mom would be so proud of you. I know that your dad and I are. Your mom would like Blaine."

Kurt took a deep, shaky breath, "I wish she was here." Clasping Caroles hand, he squeezed it firmly, and then turned back to the bread, chopping very precisely. He smiled to himself again, and then suddenly became aware of movement behind him. He turned around to spy Blaine, who was guiding his dad through the front door. Quirking a brow, he questioned, "Blaine?"

"Well be right out here, beautiful." He shut the door behind himself, and Kurt spun back around to Carole, who simply shrugged her shoulders, and went back to tossing the salad in vinaigrette dressing. Rolling his eyes, Kurt also returned to his menial task, as he wished that he had Blaines supersonic hearing.

Later that night, Kurt curled up on his bed by himself, laying himself down on his stomach as his eyes gazed blankly out the window. The stars reflected on the glassy surface of the blue, which became more covered as his lids lowered sleepily. It was early for him to retire, but the wear of the plane had him shuffling like a zombie by nine. His boyfriend and dad had left again after dinner, Blaine taking him out on a special request-whether to talk more, or for something else, Kurt wasnt sure.

Stretching out his muscles, Kurt started to wrap his arms around the bubble of fluff under his head, when the bedroom door cracked open. He flipped his head to the other side, watching Blaines shadow climb down the stairs, his footsteps light and careful, as if Blaine was making sure that he wasnt too loud in case Kurt was asleep. Suddenly, Blaine called, "Kurt, baby, are you up?"

Kurt mewled softly at his boyfriend, whose head finally appeared, his curls frizzy and his mouth taut. His face relaxed into a gentle expression at the sight of Kurt, as he started to unbutton his shirt. He only did the first two buttons, before he paused and crept over to Kurt, whose eyes flitted from his tired face to the patch of chest hair that snuck out of the collar of his shirt. "Hi." Kurt whispered, flipping himself over and reaching up to help Blaine with his clothes. "Come to bed and snuggle with me. What have you been doing with my dad?"

"Going to every store in Lima." Blaine huffed, sitting down on the edge of the bed and stopping Kurt from grabbing at his clothes. "Sweetheart, look at me. Kurt, theres something I need to ask you." He cupped his hand over Kurts, and flipped it over, sliding their fingers together. Suddenly, Blaine scooted off of the edge of the bed, and lowered onto one knee. Before he spoke, he played with a tendril of Kurts hair, as Kurts eyes welled up. "Kurt... honey... I love you, more than anything in the entire world. I want to be with you... be bound to you. I want to move with you to that little house with a garden, and start a family with you. I think that youre beautiful and selfless. Youre kind, and you make me laugh. When I wake up, I love seeing you lying on my chest, with your arms wrapped around me. If you asked me to, I would give up being a super man entirely, if you wanted me at home with you, looking after our family... caring for you. It would be a privilege to be the man you chose to be with you, during all of your weak moments, your sicknesses, your hurts. Kurt, if youd have me, it would be an honor to be your husband. Will you marry me?"

Before Kurt could answer, Blaine dug around in his back pocket, and he pulled out two tiny wedding toppers. Both of them were men in tuxedos, one with light brown hair, and the other with hair as black as the night. He laid them in Kurts lap. "I remember you telling me that the man who used to bully you stole your only dolls. They were wedding figures. This is what I was doing with your dad. I promise to make you as happy as these dolls look. I wouldnt even take you on a cruise for our wedding."

Despite how internally wrecked he felt, Kurt still managed to splutter a giggle. He threw himself into Blaines chest, shaking with emotion. "Yes... I would love to be your husband. I love you, Blaine."

Blaine moved away from Kurt, clasping his slender, trembling hand. He pushed a golden ring onto his finger, letting Kurt admire it, and the round, blossomed roses that bordered the outside of the band. When Blaine spoke, his voice sounded nasally, and he wiped at his teary eyes. "Gold, to match the color of your heart." Bringing himself back onto the bed, Blaine hooked his arms around Kurt and toppled with him to the bed, laughing when Kurt squealed beneath him. "I love you, Kurt, with all of my heart."

Opening his glittering eyes, Kurt stared up at the tanned face of his fiancé. He felt, in that moment, lighter than a cloud, like he himself could fly.

A few days after that, a plane carried them back to New York City, where Kurt instantly started to make preparations for Blaines birthday, as well as their imminent future. Since their engagement, Kurt had started work on clicking through sites that hosted wedding venues, and with the help of Blaine, theyd picked out a few things, and then agreed to hold off on the rest, so that they didnt overwhelm themselves. To keep Kurts head focused on the present, Blaine had even signed him up for a wedding website, which gave him a calendar of when he had to get things done.

Feeling pleased with the progression of his life, Kurt hummed happily to himself, stirring the bubbly, moist batter of Blaines pumpkin-spice birthday cake. He was going to top it with nuts, so hed set a platter of a few almonds aside for Pavarotti, who was his companion as he cooked up Blaines birthday dinner. While they had celebrated with Unique at the office and had ice cream for the three of them, Kurt had decided that he wanted some alone time with his fiancé on his birthday.

While he waited for Blaine to get home from his last mission to a bank that had been broken into, Kurt stuck the cake into the oven, and then checked on his sizzling vegetables. By the smell of them, Kurt considered them done, and forked them out onto two separate plates, and paired the main dish with loaves of bread. As if Kurts hope that he would get home on time for the food to still be warm had cued him, the apartment door suddenly opened, and Kurt picked up the plates. He carried them over to the kitchen table, and then glanced into the living room, where his fiancé was turned away from him and shuffling through a pile of papers. "Blaine-" Kurt called softly, but quickly clamped his lips shut when Blaine spoke gruffly.

"Of course. I can come in fifteen minutes. Thank you for the call." He clicked his phone off, and picked up the papers that he needed. When he turned around, Kurt gave him a bright smile, and held his arms up.

"Happy birthday, my love! Its not much, but I wanted to make you a nice dinner for your-" He furrowed his brows when Blaine hurried over to him and kissed his cheek, and then started flicking through his phone as he turned away again. "Blaine... are you listening? I made dinner. What are you rushing around for?"

As if he hadnt even been aware of Kurts presence, Blaine snapped his head up, eyes huge. "Oh... Im sorry, honey. I have to go out again. I have an interview." Stomping out of the room, he went back into their bedroom, so Kurt, slightly put off, hesitantly followed him. He found Blaine rifling through their closet for a button up and a pair of slacks.

Kurt rested his hands in front of him, folding his palms against each other, "An interview? Why do you have an interview?"

Blaine distractedly flew by him again, "I applied for a job this morning. Theyve already called me back. I have to be over there in fifteen minutes. Can we talk about this when I get back?" All at once, something dawned on Blaine, and he spun back to Kurt, whose spine had stiffened and bottom lip was puckered. "Honey... you made a birthday dinner for me. Kurt, Im sorry. I completely forgot that it was my birthday. I got caught up in what I was doing at the bank. I can call the company back and tell them to reschedule the interview-"

He crossed his arms over his chest, "You didnt tell me you applied for a job. What about your job at the newspaper?"

"Ill be working two jobs. Kurt, if we have a family, I cant provide for you and a few children off of our salaries as journalists. I had to do something extra, and I didnt want you to have to be the one to take the second job. Id be working an evening and nightshift at a forensic science lab-"

Kurt pulled slightly away from Blaine, "Youd be working in crime? Going to the crime scenes and studying the evidence? Blaine, I thought we talked about this! I told you that if you keep working with crime the way that you used to, Id never get to see you. Youre my fiancé, and one day youll be my husband. And what about our children? Blaine, I dont want to be a single parent-!"

Blaine shook his head, "Ive got to go, Kurt. Lets talk about this later." Before he left, Blaine grabbed him around his waist and kissed his unresponsive lips. And then he was gone, leaving Kurt to stand on a pair of wobbly legs, alone in the apartment. Flinching as the apartment door clicked shut, Kurt released an unattractive sob, his hand swinging out to grab the bag of trinkets that he had bought Blaine. He slapped the objects to the ground, and then collapsed to his knees. His arms looped around his center, and he wept with abandon, fearing that this would be what forever was like.

Weeks later, Kurt jerked out of his sleep from the sound of shoes padding around on the floor. He whipped his head from side to side, before he realized that Blaine had finally come home, a few hours after midnight. Despite how exhausted he was, Kurt still felt like pieces of his heart had been shaved off, and then splattered on the walls. He sat up, waiting for his fiancé to return to the bedroom, where he would promptly explain himself. Finally, Blaine snuck into the bedroom on his toes, his head briefly turning, and his face freezing on Kurts downwardly curved lips. Trying to keep his heightened emotions down, Kurt whispered shakily, "You werent supposed to work tonight. And youve never been home this late."

Blaine shook his head helplessly, as he reached for his mask. "Im sorry, honey. The case that Im working on is more involved than I first thought it was. And my boss wants it to be completed by the end of the week. And now I have to go across town because there was a gas leak that caught fire at a restaurant-"

"Is everyone out of the building safely?"

He paused at that last, and it was that second that made tears spill from Kurts eyes. "Blaine, youre going back to the way you were before! Why couldnt a gas company handle this? Its two in the morning! I cant... I cant... deal with this anymore! What about everything you said during your proposal? You promised to be there for me! And youre not!" When Blaine set his mask down and slowly approached the bed, Kurt held up his hands. "No, dont come near me. Just go, if youd rather be saving people who dont need saved." He said this last mainly because he didnt want Blaine to know that hed stripped himself naked before climbing into bed, having hoped that his fiancé would be home with him that night, and would be able to give him the attention that he craved.

It almost crushed Kurt when Blaine took a few steps back. He started to twist away, but, as he faced the wall, he said lowly, "Blaine... Ive been asked to read one of my articles at a convention at Vogue. Schuester told me that they would be willing to pay me if I would promote their merchandise in my articles. The reading is this weekend. Youll be there, wont you?"

"You didnt tell me about this."

Kurts voice was strangled, "You havent been here to hear me say it. Almost everyone in the office has congratulated me, except for my own fiancé."

It took Blaine several seconds, but he chose not to respond to that, because he knew that Kurt was right. "Of course Ill be there. I wouldnt miss it for the world."

Kurt stood in the middle of his dressing room, where he had been pinched into a tight blouse and a pair of white slacks that Vogue had put together for him. As an assistant brushed powder onto his cheeks and nose, he gazed at himself in the mirror, reviewing how he was going to greet his audience. He couldnt come off as nervous, or else no one would take him seriously. He had to be friendly and confident, as if he were carrying on a conversation with someone he was close to. His mind flashed back to Blaine, who, according to Unique and Rodney-who had both arrived twenty minutes ago to raid the snacks and take their reserved seats next to Blaines-hadnt gotten there yet, and was probably just late.

Before Kurt could worry himself, a man poked his head into the room, "Mr. Hummel, youll go onstage in five minutes."

"Thank you." Kurt said softly, stepping away from the assistant and also thanking her for her work. Sipping a cup of water, he slumped onto one of the couch cushions and rested his head in his hand. He wondered if Blaine had arrived since hed spoken to Unique.

Time dragged on so slowly that five minutes felt like thirty to Kurt, who snapped his head up when the man returned and waved him out of the room. He picked up his article and followed the man onto the area to the side of the stage, where the host of the convention was standing and introducing him to the audience. All at once, a light flashed in his eyes, and the man motioned him onto the stage. The woman spun to face him and plastered a smile onto her plump face, her teeth shining like the moon. "Ladies and gentlemen, the accomplished Kurt Hummel, with his article on the benefits of owning faux animal products." As if she had been let in on a secret that no one else knew, the host laughed delightedly, "Ive heard that this article was inspired by Kurts feathered friend, Pavarotti."

Smiling at the woman, Kurt reached the microphone and stood in front of it, finally facing the audience. His eyes did a quick sweep of the room, and he picked out Unique and Rodney. Unique winked at him, but then his face became solemn as he checked on Blaines empty seat. Kurt tried to keep down his ping of disappointment. He uncomfortably cleared his throat, his cheeks turning bright red as he realized that his hesitation had caused an uncomfortable pause. "Um... thank you for having me here tonight. It was an honor to be noticed." He gestured toward the host, "And thanks for that very nice introduction. Before I begin, I would like to acknowledge the amazing manager of Dalton, Mr. Schuester, who was the one who put this together. And... one of my very good friends, Unique Adams, who has been my rock for all of the years that Ive known him. A-And my fiancé, Blaine Anderson, who unfortunately couldnt come here tonight."

After the reading, Kurt was swept into a crowd of people who questioned him thoroughly on his article. Most of them had once totted an item made from the product of an animal, but after hearing what he had to say, were going to give up what they owned and start fresh with faux fur or leather. They asked if he had always been opposed to animal product, or if the adoption of his bird was what sparked his interested in advocating the cause. They even inquired about his diet, each of them prepared to call him a hypocrite if he wouldnt wear animals, but would eat them. Finally, a familiar hand grabbed his shoulder and tugged him away from the clicking cameras and autograph books.

When they reached a break in the hordes of people, Kurt breathed out heavily, fanning his sticky face. "Finally. Ive been waiting to be rescued for a half hour now-" He turned toward Unique, whose face had drained of color, and lips were slightly parted. Kurt instantly swallowed a lump of emotion. "Unique... what is it?"

Unique covered his mouth, his eyes leaking, "Kurt... its Blaine. He was shot. The bullet went through his neck. Hes being held at a hospital about two miles from here-"

Kurt was out of his sight before Unique finished his sentence. Elbowing through the crowd of people, he ignored the questions they flung at him, completely oblivious to the panic he was spiraling into. He suddenly didnt care if his deal with Vogue fell through. All that was important to him was getting to his fiancé. He burst out of the nearest exit of the building, feeling his face become icky as tears rattled out of him and the cold seeped into his sweaty skin. He was so afraid that running there might not get him there in time. Abruptly, he whipped around when someone snatched his wrist. Unique pulled him across the parking lot, yelling for Rodney to unlock the doors of his truck.

As soon as Rodney clicked a button on his keys, Unique ripped open a door and pushed Kurt inside. He threw himself beside of him, and pressed a hand to Kurts shoulder, "Kurt, what about his powers? Will they help him heal?"

Kurt was breathing so heavily that he could barely get the words out, every sound ragged and a hurtle to push out of his constricted throat. "I-I dont know. Hes never been shot before. Please, Rodney, drive faster! Unique, the last thing he said to me was that he loved me. I didnt say it back because I was upset with him. Hes been gone so much, and I-"

Unique held onto his shaking shoulders for the entire ride to the hospital, which seemed to go on for hours. When they pulled up in the parking lot, Kurt opened the door and flung himself out before Rodney stopped the car. He hurried up to the sliding doors and almost slammed himself into the desk, startling the woman that was typing at the computer. "Which room is Blaine Anderson in-?"

"Im right here, Kurt." A deep voice said from behind him, and Kurt wheeled around, huge eyes flicking over Blaines form. Although he looked dusty, he seemed unharmed, not a speck of blood on his body. Blaine looked as confused as he did, his eyes searching him. "Sweetheart, have you been crying?"

"Yes." Kurt stumbled over to Blaine and draped himself over his chest, "Blaine, Unique told me that you were badly hurt! He said that you had been shot through your neck. I was scared-"

Blaine lowered his voice, so that no one else overheard. "I was shot. But I pulled the bullet out before the ambulance even arrived. Its already healed. Baby, I thought you knew that I could heal myself."

"I-I did! But not for... not for bullet holes! Why are you being so flippant about this? I left my reading so I could come see if you were okay! I wasnt even sure if you were going to live!"

At something Kurt said, Blaines eyes became huge. "Damn... That was tonight. Kurt... Im sorry. I forgot. I got preoccupied at the crime scene. We apprehended the criminal tonight-"

Suddenly, Kurt swung his hand back, and smacked it against Blaines cheek, shutting him up. As tears spilled down Kurts cheeks, he whispered through a thick voice, "I dont care about the criminal, Blaine. And, frankly, Im done caring about you, if youre not going to care about yourself." A bubble of saliva popped between Kurts lips as he bowed his head, crying openly into his palms. "You cant keep doing t-this, Blaine. You were shot tonight. Is it wrong for me to want something normal? You didnt even come to my reading, like anyone elses fiancé would. I-I think its time for me... to leave New York City. Im tired of living in the middle of crime. I want a safe life, with a husband that would do anything to make me happy. I want to have children with you. But if you keep this up, well never get anywhere. Blaine, Im going to move, and if you want to be with me, youll come, too. But Im not going to stay here. Im going to ask for a loan from my parents, and start looking for that little house with a garden that we talked about. Im going to make things work, with or without you. But I cant live like this anymore." He stretched on his toes and kissed Blaines dry mouth, "I love you, Blaine, but I dont love what you do."