“Hey… How are you?” Kurt smiled widely at Blaine soft sigh, glad to hear his voice. It's only been a day since they've spoken but it felt so much longer. “We're doing well over here, almost done setting it all up, going to eat something quick and then do a check up of the place, make sure everything is tip top and perfect.” He informed, pointing to Carole so she could move something over, nodding in confirmation when she finally got it in the right spot. “Okay honey I'll see you later. Seven o’clock don't forget!” Kurt stressed, knowing that Blaine wouldn't but he wanted to remind him anyway. His mind was always flooding with doubts when it came to planning events, he couldn't help it. “I love you too Blaine. Bye.” Jacklyn smiled fondly at her soon to be son in law. Everything was coming together so nicely and to hear them share a sweet 'I love you' was the cherry on top to the day’s events.

It was an hour before the guests were to arrive and Kurt was panicking, Blaine still wasn't here. He paced the room, Carole and Jacklyn watching him in worry, wondering if he was going to blow. “Where are you?” Kurt asked, not even bothering with a greeting. His engagement party was not something to be toyed with. The two women noticed as relief flooded his face, their bodies relaxing at his ease. The last thing they wanted was an upset Kurt. “Okay, I'll see you soon... You too. Bye.” He hung up the phone with a sigh, a small smile spreading across his face as he looked around, everything in its place. This party was going to be a hit and nothing was going to get in the way of that.

He may not have looked bothered but he was stewing with anger inside. Kurt casually chatted to friends and family, sipping at his drink, smiling and laughing like usual. All of that was to get his mind of the fact Blaine wasn't there. It’s been over an hour.

“Where's the lucky man?” Lauren asked, swooping in next to Kurt, kissing his cheek.

He smiled sadly, placing his wine down and grabbing another without missing a beat. “He's held up at work.” That was the answer he's been using but in all honestly it was an educated guess. For all he knew Blaine could be out doing God knows what.

“Not anymore I'm not.” Kurt's head whipped around, met with Blaine's wide grin and shining eyes. Does he not realize how horrible this was? He's over an hour late to his engagement party!

“No... You aren't.” Kurt mumbled, not looking the least bit upset. He wasn't going to lose his cool in front of all these people. That wouldn't be fair to them.

“I'd like to propose a toast to the lovely couple!” Burt announced, tapping his glass gently, standing in the middle of the room as he waited for everyone's attention. “When I first heard about this Blaine character, I wasn't happy, I'll admit it.” The guests chuckled at Burt's opening statement, getting a wink from his future son in law as he laughed along. “But meeting him was a whole different story. He's a great kid and I've never seen Kurt's smile so radiant. It's an amazing thing to see.” He continued, raising his glass, the whole room following in his lead. “I just want to say thank you to Blaine for making my son happy and letting his dreams become a reality, so here's to a long, happy marriage to my son Kurt and my soon to be son in law, Blaine.” Burt closed his speech, watching as Kurt was pulled close to Blaine's side, his son's smile faltering slightly. He didn't know if it was because he's his father but Burt could tell that something was definitely bothering Kurt and Blaine was completely oblivious to it.

Kurt barely acknowledged Blaine's existence during the party, letting him follow his tracks like a lost puppy. He understood that his job was demanding and he couldn't help it but this was celebrating their engagement. They were getting married in about eight months. If Blaine was late to this, what's to say he won't be late to their wedding? That's the irrational thought running through Kurt's mind. He was too mad to care about how stupid it sounded.

“You want another drink babe?” Blaine asked, kissing his cheek gently, hand reaching for Kurt's glass. With a swift move Kurt cradled the glass closer to his chest, stepping away to a waiter so he can get one himself, feeling Blaine's eyes watching him every step of the way. A part of him felt bad because this was childish but then again he was too mad to let that feeling take over for too long.

The car ride home was silent and not a peep was made when they stepped into the house. Blaine must have caught on. “The engagement party turned out a lot better than I expected.” Kurt thought too soon, Blaine didn't catch on at all. With a roll of his eyes he threw the car keys on the table. “Kurt... Don't do this.” Blaine said quietly, a soft sigh escaping his lips.

“Do what Blaine?” Kurt asked sharply, turning to him with an eyebrow raised, arms crossing over his chest.

Blaine gestured his hands to the keys on the counter, a look of defeat on his face. “Act like this.” He told him simply, not wanting to say the wrong thing, even though he knew anything would be wrong.

“Oh I'm sorry; I didn't know I wasn't allowed to be mad that my fianc�e missed our engagement party. The same one I worked so fucking hard on!” Kurt yelled, not scared to hold back.

“I didn't miss the engagement party.” Blaine defended, his eyebrows pulling together in concern.

Kurt's mouth dropped, eyes narrowing. “Like hell you did Blaine.” He shot harshly, not taking any of his boyfriend's shit. This was it.

“Like hell I didn't Kurt! I was there!” Blaine shouted, his arms lifting and slapping down against the side of thighs, fed up. “Maybe if you actually acknowledged my existence you would have known!” He added, taking a few deep breaths, not wanting to yell.

Kurt shook his head, a chuckle escaping his lips. “And what was I supposed to do? 'Hey everyone, this is Blaine, he's late to his own engagement party.'” He said mockingly, practically bursting into giggles. “You have no regard to how much work and planning went into this!”

“Well you could have been like 'hey babe, are you okay? Did something happen at work?' Because it’s not like I was out somewhere else, I was doing my job!” Blaine retorted, glaring at Kurt. He didn't appreciate his little jab at being ignored.

With a puff of breath and a small smile on his face, Kurt nodded gently. “Of course Blaine, it’s always your job.” He said softly, biting his lip. “You're never home because of your job. I never see you because of your job...” Kurt pointed out, his voice cracking. “I'm sorry that I'm getting in the way of you and your fucking job.” He added bitterly looking down to the ground with his eyes closed, holding back tears. “You don't think I always wonder though? About something happening at work?” Shaking his head Kurt huffed out a laugh. “I have that on my mind every fucking day Blaine, every God damn day you go out there I have to live with the fact that you may or may not come back.”

Blaine sighed heavily, shaking his head as he placed his hands on his hips. “This is why I was worried about us dating in the first place.” He mumbled, biting his lip.

Kurt pursed his lips. “So what are you saying?” He asked quietly, not knowing what to say to something like that. Did Blaine really just say that out loud? “You want to just throw this all away.”

Blaine looked up, eyes widening. “No!” He shouted, going toward Kurt, who stepped back defensively, shaking his head.

“Go back to your job.” Kurt spat lowly, half upset and half disgusted. With a deep breath he turned and went toward the bedroom, his chest aching.

Blaine's hand reached out, wrapping around Kurt's wrist. “Kurt, stop it!”

“No.” He answered simply, yanking his hand away from Blaine's grip just to have it grabbed again. “Blaine, stop.” Kurt warned not looking back at him. “I can't even look at you right now.”

With a harsh glare to the back of his head, Blaine threw Kurt's wrist down. “You signed up for this!” He yelled, nose flaring as he breathed in and out roughly. “I made sure you were okay with my job and you never said a word! Why all of a sudden are you making this a big deal?”

Kurt kept his back turned, blinking back tears. “How many more things are you going to miss Blaine?” He asked, not giving Blaine time to answer as he continued speaking. “How many holidays or Valentine's days, which will also be our wedding anniversary, are you going to miss?” Kurt wondered rhetorically, sniffling as he looked back to see an angry expression staring back at him. “How many birthdays am I going to spend alone because you will always pick your job over me?”

That's when Blaine cracked. “I don't make houses catch on fire Kurt!” He yelled, his hands gesturing around him wildly. He didn't know what to do with himself. “It's not my fault that I get called out! I don't want to miss these things, but I do!” Blaine defended, his voice lowering, chest heaving.

“God you're beginning to sound like your father.” Kurt told him harshly, crossing his arm over his chest. “Making excuses for staying longer in the office.” He turned to look at Blaine, glaring. “If you didn't want to get married, you shouldn't have asked.” Kurt added, turning back to the bedroom.

Blaine's mouth opened slightly, but he pursed his lips, trying to comprehend what Kurt just said. “How dare you think that I don't want to marry you!” Was all he could come up with. What was going on with them?

“How am I supposed to feel Blaine?!” Kurt cried out, tears streaming down his cheeks.

“Like I'm trying!” Blaine yelled back, feeling helpless. “I tried to leave Kurt! I always try to get home as soon as possible when I'm on a call and I always wonder what you're thinking and how I'm going to make it up to you!” He explained, biting his lip, pinching the bridge of his nose, trying not to cry. “I love you so fucking much and you act like I'm abusive or something for showing up late to our party.” Blaine added in a low tone, sighing heavily, his chest aching.

Kurt chuckled, shaking his head. “You don't get it. Do you?” He asked rhetorically, running a hand through his hair. “We're going to be spending our life together Blaine. I can't...” Kurt paused, letting out a breath as he tried to gather up the right words. “I need stability.” He told Blaine desperately, hoping this gets through his thick head. “You always talk about wanting a family and I want to know that you're going to be here to see our child grow up.” Kurt said quietly, wiping his eyes. “I want to know you're not going to be late for birthday parties or recitals... And… You can't promise that Blaine... You can't.” Tears were falling down Kurt's cheeks, dropping on the floor, his gaze downward. He couldn't look at Blaine.

“It’s nice that you're telling me this now... Really.” Blaine told him in a sarcastic tone. “I applaud the timing. You could have done it before we got engaged.” He suggested, running a hand through his hair as he smiled in disbelief at Kurt. “Maybe even before we said 'I love you' and got all these fucking feelings involved!” Blaine said loudly, heart pounding.

It was silent between them, Kurt staring at the bedroom door as Blaine burned a hole into his back.

“So what... You're just done?” Blaine asked, watching as Kurt stands, unmoving. “That's it. You're calling it quits after a year and hand in the towel because of my fucking career that I can't control, that you've known about... That's fair.” He continued, shaking his head. All of this because he was late to their party.

“Is it so fucking wrong that I love you too much and actually want you here?” Kurt burst out, turning to face Blaine, his face red from anger and tears. “To actually have you alive when the wedding comes around!” He added, finally finding his voice. “You were late to our engagement party. What if you get a call on the day of the wedding? You can't control that.” Kurt pointed out, his hand gesturing to somewhere he didn't know. He was too mad to pay attention. “What if you get a call on the day our daughter, or son is born? You can't control that either!” With a purse of his lips Kurt placed his hands on his hips, looking down at the ground before gazing up at Blaine.

Blaine didn't have anything to say as Kurt stood, looking at him expectantly, almost daring him silently to argue back.

“Fuck, it’s not that I don't love you.” Kurt told Blaine with a strangled voice, silent tears streaming down his cheeks one after the other. “It’s the fact I need you and you don't even see it!” He turned and stormed off to the bedroom, Blaine running ahead to block his path. “Blaine... I'm really tired, I had a long night, please let me through.”

Blaine stepped in front of him with force, tears in his eyes. “Kurt just stop.”

“Blaine. Please.” Kurt begged quietly, clearing his throat. “I've been up since six.”

“I don't care Kurt. Stop!” Blaine told him quietly, sounding utterly defeated, reaching forward to hug him.

Kurt pushed at Blaine's chest, glaring. “Get off of me.”
Blaine looked down at the ground awkward, biting his lip. He didn't know what to do. Their fights have never been this bad before. Maybe this was it. “Can we just...” He trailed off, his mind completely blank on what else he could say. “I love you Kurt.”

“The last think I want from you right now is sex.” Kurt said, disgusted that Blaine would pull that shit. “I just want to go to sleep.”

“Why do you assume that?” Blaine asked, annoyed. “I can't say I love you now without an ulterior motive?” He wondered, eyebrows pulling together, staring down at Kurt.

Kurt groaned, leaning his head back. “Blaine... I really don't want to discuss this any further, can I please just go to bed. Alone.” He told him quietly, nudging past Blaine lazily.

“So it's over?” Blaine turned and blocked Kurt again, not done. “Just like that?”

“Blaine, not now.” Kurt said through the tears, staring at the bedroom door, wanting this to end. “We're both tired, it’s been a long day and I just need some sleep to clear my head.” He added with finality. Everything hurt too much.

“Kurt. I want an answer.” Blaine demanded, equally as tired but determined to make this work. “I'm not going to sleep without one.”

Kurt shrugged helplessly, not knowing what to do. “Looks like you won't have any sleep tonight then, will you?” He tried to move past him just to get blocked yet again, a sigh escaping his lips.

“Kurt stop this please.” Blaine begged him, eyes glossy with tears. “I need to know.” He whispered, his puppy dog eyes flooding over, tears sliding down his cheeks.

With a deep breath Kurt stood his ground. He needed time to clear his head. “Blaine. I swear, if you don't move the hell over...” Closing his eyes Kurt took another breath, opening his eyes to stare at Blaine with narrowed eyes. “I have a meeting in the morning. You ruined my engagement party and the last fucking thing I want to do right now is argue with you.” He listed off harshly, balling his hands up into fists. “Now move!”

“I'm asking you for a simple fucking answer. It's yes or no Kurt!” Blaine yelled, fed up.

“Move.”

“Are we fucking done or what?”

Kurt sighed, nudging Blaine back. “Why. Can't. You. Just. Move?”

“Why can't you just answer me?” Blaine shot back, taking a step forward just to have Kurt push him again. “God seriously Kurt, you make this shit so hard!” He complained, hands slapping down at his sides. “If you just answer me you can go to bed, I'll leave you alone!”

“Fine.” Kurt mumbled calmly, slipping off his ring. “We're done. Okay?” He muttered, the ring falling from his hand. “We're done. Now can I get some fucking sleep?” Kurt didn't wait for an answer, walking off toward the bedroom.

Blaine didn't stop him this time, frozen as he watched the ring clatter to the floor, feeling Kurt push past him. “Kurt... You don't mean that.” He said so quietly, he didn't think it was loud enough to be heard.

Kurt stopped at the door frame of the bedroom, clutching to it as he tried not to cry.

“Please... Tell me you didn't mean it.” Blaine pleaded, tears streaming down his cheeks, his heart falling apart piece by piece in his chest.

“Blaine... Just. Please. I can't. Not right now.” Kurt told him, his knuckles white from how hard he gripped the frame. “I'm tired.” He whined, failing at holding back tears, feeling them slip down his face.

With a sniffle Blaine leaned down to pick up the ring, squeezing it tightly in his palm. “Alright.” He mumbled, pocketing it.