"How did you get so lucky to work at Vogue?" Blaine asked Kurt that night as they sat on the couch to eat dinner.

"Well, It started as applying for an internship. My fashion sense is impeccable. I can spot a mens fashion trend from a mile away. I know all the biggest name brands money can buy. Thats why Isabelle hired me. She often consulted me on something before it went into the shoot. And after being there for awhile she bumped me up. We call them fashion designers at the office. Were the people who determine what the models where with what and the additional accessories we want to add before they go out into the shoot. I love doing it."

"Thats so wonderful. I wish I could say the same about my job."

"What do you do?"

"I just work at the Spotlight." Blaine looked down at his plate.

"Thats not enough to make a living. How did you get to Las Vegas? How are you able to keep this place?"

"My ex and I lived here together. We set a payment on our honeymoon to go to Las Vegas. After the breakup he gave me the trip and the apartment; being nice enough to know that I didnt have the money. I never bothered getting a real job because I thought we were going to spend the rest of our lives with each other. He even told me that one of us should be prepared to be the house husband; the house father. I was the one to sign up. This was when we were job hunting." Blaine let out a little chuckle after the last sentence, "Im so stupid. Gullible. Pathetic."

"No youre not. You were in love. Love makes you do foolish things."

"Even more foolish than marrying a stranger?"Blaine asked.

"You know, we keep calling ourselves strangers but over these past couple days weve really gotten to know each other."

"Strangers at the time." Blaine corrected.

"Im sorry. Youre lucky I moved in. Youd be living out on the streets. I guess the card dealer got it wrong. Marrying you and keeping this relationship was for the better."

"Thank you, but you mustnt. You are my guest-"

"No Im not. Im your husband. Im forced to live with you because of my stupid friends!" Kurt protested.

"You were the one to agree! I just went along!" Blaine argued back.

"You didnt have to!"

"Really?" Blaine asked, angered by Kurts words.

"Were not fighting again!"

"Looks like we are!"

"You didnt have to accept the proposal. I just suggested how fun it wouldve been and what we might learn!" Kurt pushed it on, avoiding his own words.

"I said I did not want to do it at first!" Blaine yelled.

"But yet you were persuaded to do so." Kurt growled, "By me!"

"You know what!" Blaine stood up, plate in hand, "I really agree with you! Lets not fight!" He walked over to put his dirty dish in the sink.

"You just cant admit you lost this argument!" Kurt yelled back at him.

Blaine clutched the sink and looked down into it, "This is not going to work out." He whispered harshly. Kurt fell silent, "Im sorry." Blaine closed his eyes in fear.

"Agreed." Kurt finally said after what felt like an eternal silence.

"Tomorrow. Well go to the courthouse. Ask for the papers and do as were told and given." Blaine said, "Ill wake you up."

"Ill be ready."