"And then you just - started a fight club?" Kurt asked Blaine as he sat crisscrossed on the couch peeling a Hershey Kiss.

Blaine was laughing as he nodded his head, "Yep." He gasped for air.

"Didnt you realize that its a non bullying school? Didnt they realize? Why would they let you start a fight club at a strict no bullying private school?"

"They were well aware. Its not bullying if you are giving permission and doing it for fun without the dangers."

"Do you mind?" Kurt asked as he brought the Kiss up to his lips.

"Its better I kept that a secret. Whatever happens in fight club, stays in fight club. That was our motto."

"Wasnt that in a movie?" Kurt questioned.

Blaine thought about it for a moment, "You know, I think it mightve been." He thought for another, "No wait! That was Do not talk about fight club."

"I see." Kurt nodded.

"Now you tell me something about you."

"Oh, I dont know. Im so boring..."

"Come on. Theres gotta be one thing you did during high school."

Kurt fixed himself on the couch, "Okay, theres this one thing. I was - I was in my schools Glee Club."

Blaine stared at the other man in awestruck, "What? Are you judging me because of Glee Club?" Kurt asked, a little flush on his cheeks.

"No. Of course not. I was actually in Glee Club too."

"You were a Warbler?" Kurt asked without hesitation. He remembered Blaine telling him about how he went to Dalton.

"Yeah. Which one were you in?"

"New Directions." Kurt told him.

"Wait, you were a McKinley nerd?" Blaine asked.

Kurt bowed his head, the blush darkening, "Yeah..." He let the word trail and hang in the air.

"I wouldve never guessed." Blaine said after a sudden awkward silence.

Kurt lifted his head, "Ive always been one to stand out in the crowd." He let out a little chuckle.

"Thats a positive side to you."

"Are you saying that as a good thing or a bad thing?" Kurt asked skeptically.

"What? Do you think I was being negative?"

"Were you?"

"Of course not!" Blaine exclaimed in outrage, "Why would you ever think that!?"

"Because you-" Kurt stopped and put down his head. Blaine had enough. He grunted as he stood, "Where are you going?" Kurt asked.

"Out. I need to take a walk."

"So youre just going to leave me here?"

"Pull your shit together and then well talk."

"I dont need to pull my shit together!" Kurt snapped.

Blaine threw his arms up, "Who knew married life was going to be so hard!"

"Who knew Id still be married to you!" Kurt retorted in anger.

"Im leaving my own apartment for us to cool off! What more do you want!"

"You told me I had to get my shit together! You never included yourself! All I want is for you not to get so mad at me over a simple question that deserved an easier answer!" Kurt yelled back. Blaine took in deep breaths as he looked at his husband in total vexation. He then turned and stomped out of the apartment.

"Yeah! Real funny! Act like a fucking two year old all you want!" Kurt hollered after him with only utter silence as his reply. Kurt brought his legs to his knees and laid his head on his knees as he held himself in a little ball.

Blaine came back home a little later to find all the lights off and an empty apartment, "Kurt!" He called hoping his eyes were only deceiving him. He got no response, "Kurt!" He tried again. Still silent. He walked around the tiny place, turning on the lights and checking through every little nook and cranny trying to find his husband. But alas, Kurt was nowhere to be seen.

Blaine dropped down on the couch. Did he upset Kurt so much that he left him? Were they really gonna get that divorce? After one night? And most importantly, Why did it bother him so much? Blaine let the questions eat at him as he remained to sit there in despair.

He heard a knock at the door. Blaine stood in a slump and shuffled his way to the door. He opened it to find Kurt standing on the other side holding two boxes of pizza.

"Sorry, I wouldve opened it myself but as you can see," He lifted the boxes slightly, "my hands are full." He stepped inside and sat the boxes down on the counter, "I was thinking about our outburst earlier and decided, It was all my fault. I shouldve never lashed out like that. Im sorry, Blaine, and I decided to make it up to you with a couple pies. Is pepperoni okay? I didnt know which topping you liked so I just kind of guessed. Every non-vegetarian that I know likes pepperoni. But if you dont thats totally cool. Im sorry about that too. I didnt know what topping you liked if you liked toppings on your pizza. Do you like pizzas?" Kurt rambled Blaine remained still and silent the entire time. Kurt looked back at him, a smile on his face that quickly faded as he noticed the dumbfounded look on his husbands face, "What?" Kurt giggled.

"Where were you?" Blaine asked in an agonizing tone.

"I told you. I went out to get pizza as a sorry." Kurt answered.

"I was scared and worried you would never return. I thought you left me and would call the next morning asking for that divorce."

"Why would I do that?" Kurt asked as he grabbed a couple plates from the cupboard above him.

"Because I upset you."

"And thats why I would abandon you?" Kurt asked as he dished up a slice for each of them. He walked over to Blaine and held out a plate for him to take.

"I dont want any pizza." Blaine shook his head.

"Im taking the blame for the argument. Take the pizza." Kurt ordered.

"I dont want the pizza. It was obviously my fault. I dont want your apology."

"Dont start another inconvenience, Anderson!"

"Then accept the fact that I dont deserve pizza."

"Why wont you accept the fact that Im the sorry one?" Kurt asked.

"Because its my fault."

"My arms getting tired." Blaine groaned as he took the plate with the pizza slice and walked it over to sit it on the coffee table.

Kurt took a seat on the couch and Blaine joined him, "Youre stubborn, Hummel." Kurt took a bite of the pizza as he watched Blaine, "Can I take the blame for the fight? Please?"

Kurt swallowed before answering, "Okay, a compromise. We were both wrong to start the argument. Now will you just shut up about it?"

Blaine studied the pizza he sat on the table, "It does look good..."

Kurt pushed the plate closer to Blaine with a teasing smile, "Eat it and regret later, Blaine." He whispered.

Blaine hesitantly picked up the slice and brought it up to his lips, "Do I?" He asked himself.

"Yes, you do." Kurt nodded his head in agreement. Blaine looked at him briefly then took a bite.